CHAPTER IX.
A DARK DAY.
Meanwhile Dotty was lying on the hay in the barn scaffold. It is veryeasy to be unhappy when we particularly try to be so; and Dotty hadarrived at the point of _almost_ believing that she _almost_ wished shewas actually dead.
And, to add to her gloom, a fierce-looking man, with a long horse-whipin his hand, came and peeped in at the barn door, and screamed to Dottyin a hoarse voice that "Ruth Dillon wanted her right off, and none ofher dilly-dallying."
And then, on going into the house, what should she learn but that thisman had come to take Ruth home, because her mother was sick. Thechildren--so Ruth said--must stay with Polly and be little ladies.
O, dear, it was as lonesome as a line-storm, after lively Ruth had goneaway. Dotty began to think she liked her brisk little scoldings, afterall.
"Does you feel so bad?" said little Flyaway, gazing on her sober cousinwith pity; "your mouth looks just this way;" and, putting up both hands,she drew down her own little lips at the corners.
"Yes, I feel bad," said Dotty. "You needn't talk to me; where's yourorange?"
"I squoze it," replied Flyaway; "and falled it down my froat. But Ididn't had enough. If you pees, um, give me some more."
"Why, what an idea!" said Dotty, laughing.
But when she began to divide her own orange into sections, Katie lookedon expectantly, knowing she should have a share. Dotty ate two quarters,gave one to Katie, and reserved the fourth for Polly. She longed to eatthis last morsel herself, but Polly had praised her once for giving awaysome toys, and she wished to hear her say again, "Why, what a generouslittle girl!"
But when she smilingly offered the bite, what was her surprise to hearPolly say in an indifferent tone,--
"Well, well, child, you needn't have saved such a tiny piece for me; itdoesn't amount to anything!"
At the same time she ate the whole at a mouthful. Dotty felt very muchirritated. Did Miss Polly think oranges grew on bushes? What was the useto be generous if people wouldn't say "thank you?"
"I don't feel much better than I did when I gave the beggar my money.But I didn't do my 'alms before men' this time, though," said she,looking at her little fat arms and wondering what her grandmother meantby talking of her giving _them_ away.
"I s'pose it's my _fingers_ that grow on the ends of my arms, and that'swhat I give with," she concluded.
On the whole she was passing a dismal day. She had been told that shemust not go away; and it happened that nobody came, not even JennieVance.
"If Prudy had been left alone, all the girls in town would have come tosee her," thought the forlorn Miss Dimple, putting a string round one ofher front teeth, and trying to pull it out by way of amusement.
"O, dear, I can't move my tooth one inch. If I could get it out, and putmy tongue in the hole, then there'd be a gold one come. But I can't. O,dear!"
"Where is your little cousin?" said Miss Polly, coming into the roomwith her knitting in her hand. "I thought she was with you: I don'twonder they call her Flyaway."
"I don't know where she is, I'm sure, Miss Polly. Won't you please pullmy tooth! And do you 'spose I can keep my tongue out of the hole?"
"Why, Dotty, I thought you were going to take care of that child," saidMiss Polly, dropping her knitting without getting around to theseam-needle, and walking away faster than her usual slow pace.
"There's nothing so bad for me as worry of mind: I shall be sick as sureas this world!"
Dotty knew she had been selfish and careless. She not only felt ashamedof herself, but also very much afraid that something dreadful hadhappened to Katie, in which case she would be greatly to blame. Sheanxiously joined in the search for the missing child. I am sure youwould never guess where she was found. In the watering trough! Notdrowned, because the water was not deep enough!
"I was trying to srim," said she, as they drew her out; "and THAT'S whatis it."
Even Miss Polly smiled at the dripping little figure with hair clingingclose to its head; but Flyaway looked very solemn.
"It makes me povokin'," said she, knitting her brows, "to have you laughat me!"
"It would look well in you, Dotty," said Miss Polly, "to pay moreattention to this baby, and let your teeth alone."
Dotty twisted a lock of her front hair, and said nothing; but sheremembered her grandmother's last words,--"Alice, I depend upon you toamuse your little cousin, as your Aunt Maria told you. You know you canmake her very happy when you please."
"Seems to me," thought Dotty, "that baby might grow faster and have moresense. _I_ never got into a watering-trough in my life!--Why, howdark it is! Hark!" said she, aloud; "what is that rattling against thewindows?"
For she heard
"the driving hail Upon the window beat with icy flail."
"That is hail," replied Polly--"frozen drops of rain."
"Why Miss Polly," said Dotty, giving a fierce twitch at her tooth, "raincan't freeze the least speck in the summer. You don't mean to tell awrong story, but you've made a mistake."
"Her's made a 'stake," said Katie.
"Now, look, Polly, it's stones! They're pattering, clickety-click, allover the yard. Dear, dear! The grass will look just like thegravel-path, and the windows will crack in two."
"Never you mind," said Polly, knitting as usual; "if it does any harm,'twill only kill a few chickens."
Upon this there was another wail; for next to ducks Dotty lovedchickens. But lo! before her tears had rolled down to meet her dimples,the patter of hail was over.
"Come and see the rainbow," said Polly, from the door-stone.
It was a glorious sight, an arch of varied splendor resting against theblue sky.
"That isn't a rainbow," said Dotty; "it's a hail-bow!"
"What a big, big, big bubbil!" shouted Katie.
"She thinks somebody is blowing all that out of soapsuds, I s'pose,"said Dotty; "I guess 'twould take a giant with a 'normous pipe--don'tyou, Polly?"
"There, now," said Miss Polly, "I just want you to hold some of thishail in your hand. What do you call that but ice?"
"So it is," said Dotty; "cold lumps of frozen ice, as true as thisworld."
"And not stones," returned Polly. "Now you won't think next time youknow so much better than older people--will you?"
"But I don't see, Miss Polly, how it got here from Greenland; I don't,now honest."
"I didn't say anything about Greenland, child. I said it was rain, andit froze in the air coming down; and so it did."
"Did it? Why, you know a great deal--don't you, Miss Polly? Did you evergo to school?"
Polly sighed dismally.
"O, yes, I went now and then a day. I was what is called a 'bound girl.'I didn't have nice, easy times, like you little ones. You have no ideaof my hardships. It was delve and dig from sunrise to sunset."
"Why, what a naughty mother to make you dig! Did you have a ladies'hoe?"
"My mother died, Dotty, when I was a creeping baby. The woman who tookme to bring up was a hard-faced woman. She made me work like a slave."
"Did she? But by and by you grew up, Miss Polly, and, when you had ahusband, he didn't make you a dog--did he?"
"I never had a husband or anybody else to take care of me," said Polly."Come, children, we must go into the house."
They all three entered the parlor, and Miss Whiting fastened the windowtightly to exclude the air, for it was one of her afflictions that shewas "easy to take cold."
"I don't see," queried Dotty, "why your husband didn't marry you. Ishould have thought he would."
"He didn't want to, I suppose," said Polly, grimly.
Dotty fell into a brown study. It was certainly very unkind in _some_man that he hadn't married Miss Polly and taken care of her, so she neednot have wandered around the world with a double-covered basket and asnuff-box. It was a great pity; still Dotty could not see that just nowit had anything to do with Polly's forgetting to set the table. "I'm sohungry," said
she; "isn't it 'most supper time?"
"It's only five; but you appear to be so lonesome that I'll make a firethis minute and put on the tea-kettle," replied the kind-hearted Polly."What does your grandmother generally have for supper?"
"Cake sometimes," answered Dotty, her eyes brightening; "and tarts."
"And perjerves," added Katie; "and--and--yice puddin'."
"She keeps the cake in a stone jar," said Dotty, eagerly; "and thestrawberries are down cellar in a glass dish--cost a cent apiece."
"The slips they grew from cost a cent apiece; that is what you mean,"said Polly; "you hear things rather hap-hazard sometimes, Dotty, and youought to be more careful."
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The tea-kettle was soon singing on the stove, and Dotty forgot herpeculiar trials when she saw the table covered with dainties. She wasnot sure grandma would have approved of the cake and tarts, but theywere certainly very nice, and it was a pleasure to see how Polly enjoyedthem. Dotty presumed she had never had such things when she lived withthe "hard-faced woman."
"It wasn't everywhere," she said, "that she saw such thick cream as roseto the tops of Mrs. Parlin's pans."
She poured it freely over the strawberries and into her own tea, whichit made so delicious that she drank three cups. Then after supper sheseemed to feel quite cheery for her, and, taking Katie in her arms,rocked her to sleep to the tune of "China," which is not very livelymusic, it must be confessed.
"Aunt 'Ria puts her to bed awake," said Dotty. "She's going to sleep inmy bed to-night."
"Very well," said Polly, "but you will sleep with me."
"Why, Miss Polly! what if Katie should wake up?"
"She won't be likely to; but I can't help it if she does. I may have thenightmare in the night."
"What is the nightmare?"
"It is something perfectly dreadful, child! I sincerely hope you'llnever know by sad experience. It's the most like dying of any feeling Iever had in my life. I can't move a finger, but if I don't move it'ssure death; and somebody has to shake me to bring me out of it."
Dotty turned pale.
"Miss Polly, O, please, I'd rather sleep with Katie!"
"But how would you feel to have me die in the night?"
"O, dear, dear, dear," cried Dotty; "let me go for the doctor thisminute!"
"Why, child, I haven't got it now, and perhaps I shan't have it at all;but if I do, I shall groan, and that's the way you will know."
Dotty ran into the shed, threw her apron, still sticky with starch, overher head, and screamed at the wood-pile.
"O, if grandma were only at home, or Ruth, or Abner!"
"Why, what's the matter, little Goody-Two-Shoes?" said a manly voice.Abner had just come from his day's work in the meadow.
"Polly's here," gasped Dotty. "She's afraid she's going to die in thenight, and she wants me to shake her."
Abner leaned against a beam and laughed heartily.
"Never you fear, little one! I have heard that story about Polly's dyingin the night ever since I can remember; and she hasn't died yet. Youjust say your prayers, dear, and go to sleep like a good little girl,and that's the last you'll know about it till morning."
So saying, he caught Dotty by the shoulders, and tossed her up to therafters. The child's spirits rose at once. It was such a comfort to havethat strong Abner in the house in case of accidents.
She said her prayers more earnestly than usual, but it was nearly fiveminutes before she fell asleep. The last thing she heard was Miss Pollysinging a very mournful hymn through her nose; and, while she waswondering why it should keep people alive to shake them, she passedinto dreamland. Very little good would such a heavy sleeper have done ifMiss Polly had had an ill turn. It was Polly who was obliged to shakeDotty, and that rather roughly, before she could rouse her.
"Where am I? Who is it?" said she. "O, Miss Polly, are you dead?"
"Hush, child; don't speak so loud; or you'll wake Abner. Little Katie issick, and I want you to stay with her while I go down stairs and light afire."