CHAPTER III. THE COMING OF POLLYANNA
In due time came the telegram announcing that Pollyanna would arrive inBeldingsville the next day, the twenty-fifth of June, at four o'clock.Miss Polly read the telegram, frowned, then climbed the stairs to theattic room. She still frowned as she looked about her.
The room contained a small bed, neatly made, two straight-backed chairs,a washstand, a bureau--without any mirror--and a small table. There wereno drapery curtains at the dormer windows, no pictures on the wall. Allday the sun had been pouring down upon the roof, and the little roomwas like an oven for heat. As there were no screens, the windows had notbeen raised. A big fly was buzzing angrily at one of them now, up anddown, up and down, trying to get out.
Miss Polly killed the fly, swept it through the window (raising the sashan inch for the purpose), straightened a chair, frowned again, and leftthe room.
"Nancy," she said a few minutes later, at the kitchen door, "I found afly up-stairs in Miss Pollyanna's room. The window must have been raisedat some time. I have ordered screens, but until they come I shallexpect you to see that the windows remain closed. My niece will arriveto-morrow at four o'clock. I desire you to meet her at the station.Timothy will take the open buggy and drive you over. The telegram says'light hair, red-checked gingham dress, and straw hat.' That is all Iknow, but I think it is sufficient for your purpose."
"Yes, ma'am; but--you--"
Miss Polly evidently read the pause aright, for she frowned and saidcrisply:
"No, I shall not go. It is not necessary that I should, I think. That isall." And she turned away--Miss Polly's arrangements for the comfort ofher niece, Pollyanna, were complete.
In the kitchen, Nancy sent her flatiron with a vicious dig across thedish-towel she was ironing.
"'Light hair, red-checked gingham dress, and straw hat'--all she knows,indeed! Well, I'd be ashamed ter own it up, that I would, I would--andher my onliest niece what was a-comin' from 'way across the continent!"
Promptly at twenty minutes to four the next afternoon Timothy and Nancydrove off in the open buggy to meet the expected guest. Timothy was OldTom's son. It was sometimes said in the town that if Old Tom was MissPolly's right-hand man, Timothy was her left.
Timothy was a good-natured youth, and a good-looking one, as well.Short as had been Nancy's stay at the house, the two were already goodfriends. To-day, however, Nancy was too full of her mission to be herusual talkative self; and almost in silence she took the drive to thestation and alighted to wait for the train.
Over and over in her mind she was saying it "light hair, red-checkeddress, straw hat." Over and over again she was wondering just what sortof child this Pollyanna was, anyway.
"I hope for her sake she's quiet and sensible, and don't drop knives norbang doors," she sighed to Timothy, who had sauntered up to her.
"Well, if she ain't, nobody knows what'll become of the rest of us,"grinned Timothy. "Imagine Miss Polly and a NOISY kid! Gorry! there goesthe whistle now!"
"Oh, Timothy, I--I think it was mean ter send me," chattered thesuddenly frightened Nancy, as she turned and hurried to a point whereshe could best watch the passengers alight at the little station.
It was not long before Nancy saw her--the slender little girl in thered-checked gingham with two fat braids of flaxen hair hanging down herback. Beneath the straw hat, an eager, freckled little face turned tothe right and to the left, plainly searching for some one.
Nancy knew the child at once, but not for some time could she controlher shaking knees sufficiently to go to her. The little girl wasstanding quite by herself when Nancy finally did approach her.
"Are you Miss--Pollyanna?" she faltered. The next moment she foundherself half smothered in the clasp of two gingham-clad arms.
"Oh, I'm so glad, GLAD, GLAD to see you," cried an eager voice in herear. "Of course I'm Pollyanna, and I'm so glad you came to meet me! Ihoped you would."
"You--you did?" stammered Nancy, vaguely wondering how Pollyanna couldpossibly have known her--and wanted her. "You--you did?" she repeated,trying to straighten her hat.
"Oh, yes; and I've been wondering all the way here what you lookedlike," cried the little girl, dancing on her toes, and sweeping theembarrassed Nancy from head to foot, with her eyes. "And now I know, andI'm glad you look just like you do look."
Nancy was relieved just then to have Timothy come up. Pollyanna's wordshad been most confusing.
"This is Timothy. Maybe you have a trunk," she stammered.
"Yes, I have," nodded Pollyanna, importantly. "I've got a brand-new one.The Ladies' Aid bought it for me--and wasn't it lovely of them, whenthey wanted the carpet so? Of course I don't know how much red carpeta trunk could buy, but it ought to buy some, anyhow--much as half anaisle, don't you think? I've got a little thing here in my bag that Mr.Gray said was a check, and that I must give it to you before I couldget my trunk. Mr. Gray is Mrs. Gray's husband. They're cousins of DeaconCarr's wife. I came East with them, and they're lovely! And--there, here'tis," she finished, producing the check after much fumbling in the bagshe carried.
Nancy drew a long breath. Instinctively she felt that some one hadto draw one--after that speech. Then she stole a glance at Timothy.Timothy's eyes were studiously turned away.
The three were off at last, with Pollyanna's trunk in behind, andPollyanna herself snugly ensconced between Nancy and Timothy. Duringthe whole process of getting started, the little girl had kept up anuninterrupted stream of comments and questions, until the somewhat dazedNancy found herself quite out of breath trying to keep up with her.
"There! Isn't this lovely? Is it far? I hope 'tis--I love to ride,"sighed Pollyanna, as the wheels began to turn. "Of course, if 'tisn'tfar, I sha'n't mind, though, 'cause I'll be glad to get there all thesooner, you know. What a pretty street! I knew 'twas going to be pretty;father told me--"
She stopped with a little choking breath. Nancy, looking at herapprehensively, saw that her small chin was quivering, and that her eyeswere full of tears. In a moment, however, she hurried on, with a bravelifting of her head.
"Father told me all about it. He remembered. And--and I ought to haveexplained before. Mrs. Gray told me to, at once--about this red ginghamdress, you know, and why I'm not in black. She said you'd think 'twasqueer. But there weren't any black things in the last missionarybarrel, only a lady's velvet basque which Deacon Carr's wife said wasn'tsuitable for me at all; besides, it had white spots--worn, you know--onboth elbows, and some other places. Part of the Ladies' Aid wanted tobuy me a black dress and hat, but the other part thought the money oughtto go toward the red carpet they're trying to get--for the church, youknow. Mrs. White said maybe it was just as well, anyway, for she didn'tlike children in black--that is, I mean, she liked the children, ofcourse, but not the black part."
Pollyanna paused for breath, and Nancy managed to stammer:
"Well, I'm sure it--it'll be all right."
"I'm glad you feel that way. I do, too," nodded Pollyanna, again withthat choking little breath. "Of course, 'twould have been a good dealharder to be glad in black--"
"Glad!" gasped Nancy, surprised into an interruption.
"Yes--that father's gone to Heaven to be with mother and the rest of us,you know. He said I must be glad. But it's been pretty hard to--to doit, even in red gingham, because I--I wanted him, so; and I couldn'thelp feeling I OUGHT to have him, specially as mother and the rest haveGod and all the angels, while I didn't have anybody but the Ladies' Aid.But now I'm sure it'll be easier because I've got you, Aunt Polly. I'mso glad I've got you!"
Nancy's aching sympathy for the poor little forlornness beside herturned suddenly into shocked terror.
"Oh, but--but you've made an awful mistake, d-dear," she faltered. "I'monly Nancy. I ain't your Aunt Polly, at all!"
"You--you AREN'T?" stammered the little girl, in plain dismay.
"No. I'm only Nancy. I never thought of your takin' me for her. We--weain't a bit alike we ain't, we ain't!"
> Timothy chuckled softly; but Nancy was too disturbed to answer the merryflash from his eyes.
"But who ARE you?" questioned Pollyanna. "You don't look a bit like aLadies' Aider!"
Timothy laughed outright this time.
"I'm Nancy, the hired girl. I do all the work except the washin' an'hard ironin'. Mis' Durgin does that."
"But there IS an Aunt Polly?" demanded the child, anxiously.
"You bet your life there is," cut in Timothy.
Pollyanna relaxed visibly.
"Oh, that's all right, then." There was a moment's silence, then shewent on brightly: "And do you know? I'm glad, after all, that she didn'tcome to meet me; because now I've got HER still coming, and I've got youbesides."
Nancy flushed. Timothy turned to her with a quizzical smile.
"I call that a pretty slick compliment," he said. "Why don't you thankthe little lady?"
"I--I was thinkin' about--Miss Polly," faltered Nancy.
Pollyanna sighed contentedly.
"I was, too. I'm so interested in her. You know she's all the aunt I'vegot, and I didn't know I had her for ever so long. Then father told me.He said she lived in a lovely great big house 'way on top of a hill."
"She does. You can see it now," said Nancy.
"It's that big white one with the green blinds, 'way ahead."
"Oh, how pretty!--and what a lot of trees and grass all around it! Inever saw such a lot of green grass, seems so, all at once. Is my AuntPolly rich, Nancy?"
"Yes, Miss."
"I'm so glad. It must be perfectly lovely to have lots of money. I neverknew any one that did have, only the Whites--they're some rich. Theyhave carpets in every room and ice-cream Sundays. Does Aunt Polly haveice-cream Sundays?"
Nancy shook her head. Her lips twitched. She threw a merry look intoTimothy's eyes.
"No, Miss. Your aunt don't like ice-cream, I guess; leastways I neversaw it on her table."
Pollyanna's face fell.
"Oh, doesn't she? I'm so sorry! I don't see how she can help likingice-cream. But--anyhow, I can be kinder glad about that, 'cause theice-cream you don't eat can't make your stomach ache like Mrs. White'sdid--that is, I ate hers, you know, lots of it. Maybe Aunt Polly has gotthe carpets, though."
"Yes, she's got the carpets."
"In every room?"
"Well, in almost every room," answered Nancy, frowning suddenly at thethought of that bare little attic room where there was no carpet.
"Oh, I'm so glad," exulted Pollyanna. "I love carpets. We didn't haveany, only two little rugs that came in a missionary barrel, and oneof those had ink spots on it. Mrs. White had pictures, too, perfectlybeautiful ones of roses and little girls kneeling and a kitty and somelambs and a lion--not together, you know--the lambs and the lion. Oh, ofcourse the Bible says they will sometime, but they haven't yet--that is,I mean Mrs. White's haven't. Don't you just love pictures?"
"I--I don't know," answered Nancy in a half-stifled voice.
"I do. We didn't have any pictures. They don't come in the barrels much,you know. There did two come once, though. But one was so good fathersold it to get money to buy me some shoes with; and the other was so badit fell to pieces just as soon as we hung it up. Glass--it broke, youknow. And I cried. But I'm glad now we didn't have any of those nicethings, 'cause I shall like Aunt Polly's all the better--not being usedto 'em, you see. Just as it is when the PRETTY hair-ribbons come inthe barrels after a lot of faded-out brown ones. My! but isn't this aperfectly beautiful house?" she broke off fervently, as they turned intothe wide driveway.
It was when Timothy was unloading the trunk that Nancy found anopportunity to mutter low in his ear:
"Don't you never say nothin' ter me again about leavin', Timothy Durgin.You couldn't HIRE me ter leave!"
"Leave! I should say not," grinned the youth.
"You couldn't drag me away. It'll be more fun here now, with that kid'round, than movin'-picture shows, every day!"
"Fun!--fun!" repeated Nancy, indignantly, "I guess it'll be somethin'more than fun for that blessed child--when them two tries ter livetergether; and I guess she'll be a-needin' some rock ter fly to forrefuge. Well, I'm a-goin' ter be that rock, Timothy; I am, I am!" shevowed, as she turned and led Pollyanna up the broad steps.