"I"d rather ye"d hit me, than any other person touch me," Gyp muttered, and then, for fear that someone at the house might SEND him off, he turned, and ran away. Little Dollie looked after him.
"I wonder if he heard me SAY he was good," she whispered.
Then with soft eyes she looked at the vanishing figure.
"He "most always ISN"T good, but this time he was," she said.
Beauty, like most little dogs, had a habit of running off with any article that he could s.n.a.t.c.h, and hiding it.
Tiring of the doll he had dropped it in the brook, and then, when he happened to remember it, had dragged it forth, intending, doubtless, to give it another good shaking.
CHAPTER V
THE LITTLE GREEN DOOR
Dear little Dollie Burton"s warm, loving heart had been touched, and she eagerly told everyone how Gyp had helped to find her dear Aurora.
"You see, Rob," she said, one day, "he"s SOME naughty, but he ISN"T all naughty. Mama always says: "Wait "fore you "cuse anyone," but I didn"t wait. I just "cused him as hard as I could, and NOW I"m sorry."
"Oh, you"re a trump, Dollie," said Rob.
"Is a "trump" a nice thing to be?" questioned the wee girl.
"The best thing in the world," Rob declared laughing.
"Well, I didn"t know," the little girl replied, ""cause when Nora"s cleaning closets, and finds old things, mama says: "Take that trumpery out to the waste barrel," and you say trump isn"t same as trumpery."
"Guess not! Dollie, you"re the best little girl I know," said Rob, to which Dollie replied: "And you"re the bestest boy _I_ know."
The news flew through the neighborhood that Gyp had found the doll.
"Well, that"s one decent thing he did," said Rob Lindsey, "and I s"pose there"s just a chance that he didn"t take my ball, or your kite, but who else would do it?"
"Sure enough," said Harry Grafton, "who else would?"
Vivian and Blanche, with Lena Lindsey, were walking with their arms about each other"s waists. It was really too warm to play, but it was never too warm to talk.
"Just think," said Vivian, "when Polly is here, we play no matter how hot it is."
"Yes, except when we coax her to tell us some stories," said Lena.
"She"s fun to play with, because when we"re tired of the old games, she can always make up a new one," said Vivian.
And while Polly"s friends were talking lovingly of her, she had been telling Rose many pleasant things of the playmates that both so well knew.
It was only for a moment that they talked of their little friends, however, because both were antic.i.p.ating a trip to an artist"s studio, where they would see beautiful pictures, and where Aunt Lois was to sit for her portrait.
Aunt Rose had gone to spend the day with a friend, and Aunt Lois, thinking it hardly kind to leave the two little girls at home, had decided to take them with her.
"He"s a fine artist, and one who has painted portraits of many distinguished people. I hardly know if he is greatly interested in children, but he surely will be willing that you should enjoy his pictures, if you make no noise, and do not talk to disturb him," she had said.
"Oh, if we may see the pictures, we"ll promise not to make the least bit of noise," said Rose, speaking very loudly that Aunt Lois, who was quite deaf, might hear.
"Guess what he looks like," said Rose, as they walked along beside Aunt Lois.
"Oh, I think he will be tall, and slender, with dark eyes, and wavy hair, and he"ll bow like this, when he lets us in," Polly said, pausing on the sidewalk to make a very low bow.
"I don"t believe he"ll bow like that," said Rose, "because he"s such a GREAT artist. He"ll feel pretty big. I guess he"s not very light, or very dark, but I think he"ll be tall and SOME stout. Don"t you know how the lawyer that lives on our street looks? Just as if he owned all the houses on the avenue. _I_ think he"ll give us a teenty little bow like this," and she gave a jerky little nod, "but I think he"ll be quite nice to us after we are in."
"This way," said Aunt Lois, and they crossed the street, and stopped before a quaint looking building. The ma.s.sive oak door boasted a huge knocker, in the form of a frowning lion"s head that held a huge bra.s.s ring.
Aunt Lois lifted the ring, and let it fall clattering against the door.
The little girls wondered if the artist would be angry. COULD that knocker have made less noise?
Aunt Lois was so very deaf that she did not realize what a din she had made, and smiled serenely as she stood waiting.
Polly was just wondering if the artist were too offended to respond, when the door opened, and a tall, st.u.r.dy man, with his palette and brushes in his hand, welcomed them.
"Ah, you have come for your sitting, and you are prompt," he said.
"I endeavored to be on time," said Aunt Lois, "and, because my sister is away I"ve brought Rose and our little guest with me. I can promise that they will not in any way disturb you. Rose has often been here with me, but this is her little friend, Polly Sherwood."
Mr. Arthur Kirtland welcomed her very graciously, and urged her to enjoy, with Rose, the pictures that hung upon the studio walls, stood upon easels, and around the room.
"We"ll walk about very softly, and may we go into the little room where the lovely children are, Mr. Kirtland?" Rose asked.
"Oh, surely," he answered quickly, "you may like the child studies best."
He meant what he said, and he also thought that if they were pleased with the pictures in the little room that led from the main studio, it would be quite as well.
True, a large screen kept both artist and sitter apart from the rest of the studio, but Arthur Kirtland liked to be wholly alone, and undisturbed while painting a portrait, and he was very glad when the children tired of the pictures in the large studio, and went out into the small room.
"He didn"t look like what you guessed, did he?" said Rose, when together they seated themselves in the little room.
"No, not a bit, and the reason you could guess what he was like was because you"d seen him," said Polly, "and when he made the funny little bow just as you did, I almost laughed."
"I don"t wonder he struts when he walks. Just think who he"s painted!
Two dukes, one is that man with the red hair, and the eyes that laugh at you. It"s out in the big room," said Rose, "don"t you remember it?"
"Yes, but I like the big lady in velvet, and lace, that hangs next to him," said Polly.
"That"s his wife, Mr. Kirtland said so," said Rose.
"Oh, would you think a lovely lady like that would marry a man with red hair?" said Polly.