He knew that it would take but a short time to reach them, but would they remember what he had so often told them?
If they should change places in the boat and thus capsize it, no yacht could reach them in time to save them!
Now, with Polly and Rose beside him, safe and sound, he felt as if a heavy cloud had lifted.
After the lunch had been enjoyed, Uncle John asked for the story of their plight, and together they told it, telling of the start with Donald, of his sullenness, his anger, and his muttered threat.
"I don"t know SURELY, TRULY, what he said, but I thought he said:
""I"ll get even with them," and Polly thought so, too," concluded Rose.
"And after he"d said that, he wouldn"t talk at all," said Polly.
"And we thought he"d fastened the boat when we saw him hitching one end of the chain to the big ring," said Rose, "and he waded out to the sh.o.r.e, and ran off up the beach with another boy."
"We shouted to him, and told him not to stay long, but he didn"t answer, and didn"t look back, but just kept on running until he met another boy, and then they ran away together," said Polly.
"The other boy had a fishing pole," added Rose.
"Oh, he did, did he?" said Uncle John, "well, I wouldn"t be surprised if young Donald had a fishing outfit tucked snugly away in some cranny in the rocks, where he doubtless found it after he left you."
"What WOULD have happened to us if you hadn"t found us?" said Rose.
Uncle John Atherton"s brown eyes were not twinkling as he turned to reply, and Polly thought she saw a tear on his lashes.
His arm tightened about Rose, and he drew her closer.
"I don"t like to think what MIGHT have happened to you two little friends, alone on the open sea. I shall settle with Donald later," he said.
"What will you do?" questioned Rose, looking up into his face with eager, yet anxious eyes.
"Why do you ask?" he questioned.
"I wouldn"t think to ask if you were smiling," said Rose, "but you look so stern--oh, I don"t care if you scold him some, but "tho he was mean, and naughty, don"t make him feel TOO bad."
"You"ve a loving heart," was the quick reply, "and like all the Athertons, you are generous."
"Generous?" said Rose, in quick surprise, "I didn"t say give him anything. I only said: "Don"t make him feel TOO bad!""
"My dear little girl, there are other ways of being generous beside bestowing gifts. It is VERY generous of you, when Donald has treated you so cruelly, to ask mercy for him. I"ll remember your tender pleading in his behalf, but Donald must be made to know, and fully understand that what he did was far worse than merely naughty, it was wicked!
"And now, for the time, we"ll talk no more about Donald. You and Polly are safe and sound, the little boat is floating just behind us, all the sky is blue and cloudless. We are bounding over the sparkling waves, without a thought or care.
"I am master of the Dolphin, and you and Polly are two lovely little sea fairies that I have invited aboard to keep me company."
CHAPTER IX
PRINCESS POLLY RETURNS
THE days spent at the sh.o.r.e sped as if on golden wings, and Uncle John declared that the sunlight seemed brighter while Rose remained under the red roof of "The Cliffs."
He had given his little guests every pleasure, he had bought them a beautiful collection of sh.e.l.ls, and a tiny ship for each to sail in the brook at Sherwood Hall. Was there anything that he had not done for their happiness, their delight while with him at the sh.o.r.e?
Now the day for their departure had arrived, and his genial face looked strangely quiet, and he forgot to laugh and joke with them.
He watched Rose closely, and once, when she looked up at him, she thought his eyes looked grieved.
She laid her hand on his arm, and spoke the thought that was troubling her.
"You don"t want me to go?" she questioned. "You wish I was not going back to Aunt Rose?"
Uncle John sat down in his great arm chair, and lifted Rose to his knee.
Looking into her brown eyes that were so like his own, he gazed for a moment, then he spoke, and his voice was very gentle.
"I wanted you to come to me for this little visit, but I did not dream how hard it would be to let you go. I shall miss you, I think you know that, little Rose."
"I do, oh, I do, and I don"t want to go. I wouldn"t EVER be ready to leave you Uncle John!" she cried.
Quickly two strong arms were around her, holding her fast, as he whispered:
"WHY, little girl? Tell me WHY?"
"Because you love me," sobbed Rose. "Aunt Judith took care of me because she HAD to, but she always said it was a nuisance, and now Aunt Rose and Aunt Lois are kind and good to me, and they like to have me with them, but they never--"
The soft little voice paused.
"They"d never think to hold me if I felt badly, and sometimes I"m so lonely. Other little girls have mamas to care for them, and big, tall papas who love them, and truly aunts, real GOOD aunts aren"t the same."
"How about uncles? Are THEY worth while?" questioned Uncle John.
She lifted her head, and seeing the twinkle in his fine eyes, she smiled through her tears.
"I"ve only one uncle," she said, "but he"s the best one in the world!"
"He"s scheming now to find a way to be with you at least a part of each year," was the quick reply.
"Oh, WILL you, CAN you do that?" cried Rose.
"I think so," he said, "and I cannot now tell you just how I shall manage it, but I am quite sure that I can do it, and until I am ready to talk with your Aunt Rose regarding it, you must promise to keep it for a little secret, a pleasant thing to think of when days are a bit dull."
"Oh, I will, I will!" cried Rose. "I won"t say a word about it, but I"ll think of it every day!"
Her tears had vanished, and when Polly came running in she did not dream that Rose had been crying.