Not but that its good, of course, to send money to the heathen, and I shouldnt want em not to send SOME there, sighed Pollyanna to herself, as she trudged sorrowfully along. But they acted as if little boys HERE werent any account-only little boys way off. I should THINK, though, theyd rather see Jimmy Bean grow-than just a report!
Chapter XIII
In pendleton woods
Pollyanna had not turned her steps toward home, when she left the chapel. She had turned them, instead, toward Pendleton Hill. It had been a hard day, for all it had been a vacation one (as she termed the infrequent days when there was no sewing or cooking lesson), and Pollyanna was sure that nothing would do her quite so much good as a walk through the green quiet of Pendleton Woods. Up Pendleton Hill, therefore, she climbed steadily, in spite of the warm sun on her back.
I dont have to get home till half-past five, anyway, she was telling herself; and itll be so much nicer to go around by the way of the woods, even if I do have to climb to get there.
It was very beautiful in the Pendleton Woods, as Pollyanna knew by experience. But today it seemed even more delightful than ever, notwithstanding her disappointment over what she must tell Jimmy Bean tomorrow.
I wish they were up here-all those ladies who talked so loud, sighed Pollyanna to herself, raising her eyes to the patches of vivid blue between the sunlit green of the tree-tops. Anyhow, if they were up here, I just reckon theyd change and take Jimmy Bean for their little boy, all right, she finished, secure in her conviction, but unable to give a reason for it, even to herself.
Suddenly Pollyanna lifted her head and listened. A dog had barked some distance ahead. A moment later he came dashing toward her, still barking.
Hullo, doggie-hullo! Pollyanna snapped her fingers at the dog and looked expectantly down the path. She had seen the dog once before, she was sure. He had been then with the Man, Mr. John Pendleton. She was looking now, hoping to see him. For some minutes she watched eagerly, but he did not appear. Then she turned her attention toward the dog.
The dog, as even Pollyanna could see, was acting strangely. He was still barking-giving little short, sharp yelps, as if of alarm. He was running back and forth, too, in the path ahead. Soon they reached a side path, and down this the little dog fairly flew, only to come back at once, whining and barking.
Ho! That isnt the way home, laughed Pollyanna, still keeping to the main path.
The little dog seemed frantic now. Back and forth, back and forth, between Pollyanna and the side path he vibrated, barking and whining pitifully. Every quiver of his little brown body, and every glance from his beseeching brown eyes were eloquent with appeal-so eloquent that at last Pollyanna understood, turned, and followed him.
Straight ahead, now, the little dog dashed madly; and it was not long before Pollyanna came upon the reason for it all: a man lying motionless at the foot of a steep, overhanging mass of rock a few yards from the side path.
A twig cracked sharply under Pollyannas foot, and the man turned his head. With a cry of dismay Pollyanna ran to his side.
Mr. Pendleton! Oh, are you hurt?
Hurt? Oh, no! Im just taking a siesta in the sunshine, snapped the man irritably. See here, how much do you know? What can you do? Have you got any sense?
Pollyanna caught her breath with a little gasp, but-as was her habit-she answered the questions literally, one by one.
Why, Mr. Pendleton, II dont know so very much, and I cant do a great many things; but most of the Ladies Aiders, except Mrs. Rawson, said I had real good sense. I heard em say so one day-they didnt know I heard, though.
The man smiled grimly.
There, there, child, I beg your pardon, Im sure; its only this confounded leg of mine. Now listen. He paused, and with some difficulty reached his hand into his trousers pocket and brought out a bunch of keys, singling out one between his thumb and forefinger. Straight through the path there, about five minutes walk, is my house. This key will admit you to the side door under the porte-cochere. Do you know what a porte-cochere is?
Oh, yes, sir. Auntie has one with a sun parlor over it. Thats the roof I slept on-only I didnt sleep, you know. They found me.
Eh? Oh! Well, when you get into the house, go straight through the vestibule and hall to the door at the end. On the big, flat-topped desk in the middle of the room youll find a telephone. Do you know how to use a telephone?
Oh, yes, sir! Why, once when Aunt Polly-
Never mind Aunt Polly now, cut in the man scowlingly, as he tried to move himself a little.
Hunt up Dr. Thomas Chiltons number on the card youll find somewhere around there-it ought to be on the hook down at the side, but it probably wont be. You know a telephone card, I suppose, when you see one!
Oh, yes, sir! I just love Aunt Pollys. Theres such a lot of queer names, and-
Tell Dr. Chilton that John Pendleton is at the foot of Little Eagle Ledge in Pendleton Woods with a broken leg, and to come at once with a stretcher and two men. Hell know what to do besides that. Tell him to come by the path from the house.
A broken leg? Oh, Mr. Pendleton, how perfectly awful! shuddered Pollyanna. But Im so glad I came! Cant I do-
Yes, you can-but evidently you wont! WILL you go and do what I ask and stop talking, moaned the man, faintly. And, with a little sobbing cry, Pollyanna went.
Pollyanna did not stop now to look up at the patches of blue between the sunlit tops of the trees. She kept her eyes on the ground to make sure that no twig nor stone tripped her hurrying feet.
It was not long before she came in sight of the house. She had seen it before, though never so near as this. She was almost frightened now at the massiveness of the great pile of gray stone with its pillared verandas and its imposing entrance. Pausing only a moment, however, she sped across the big neglected lawn and around the house to the side door under the porte-cochere. Her fingers, stiff from their tight clutch upon the keys, were anything but skilful in their efforts to turn the bolt in the lock; but at last the heavy, carved door swung slowly back on its hinges.
Pollyanna caught her breath. In spite of her feeling of haste, she paused a moment and looked fearfully through the vestibule to the wide, sombre hall beyond, her thoughts in a whirl. This was John Pendletons house; the house of mystery; the house into which no one but its master entered; the house which sheltered, somewhere-a skeleton. Yet she, Pollyanna, was expected to enter alone these fearsome rooms, and telephone the doctor that the master of the house lay now-
With a little cry Pollyanna, looking neither to the right nor the left, fairly ran through the hall to the door at the end and opened it.
The room was large, and sombre with dark woods and hangings like the hall; but through the west window the sun threw a long shaft of gold across the floor, gleamed dully on the tarnished brass andirons in the fireplace, and touched the nickel of the telephone on the great desk in the middle of the room. It was toward this desk that Pollyanna hurriedly tiptoed.
The telephone card was not on its hook; it was on the floor. But Pollyanna found it, and ran her shaking forefinger down through the Cs to Chilton. In due time she had Dr. Chilton himself at the other end of the wires, and was tremblingly delivering her message and answering the doctors terse, pertinent questions. This done, she hung up the receiver and drew a long breath of relief.
Only a brief glance did Pollyanna give about her; then, with a confused vision in her eyes of crimson draperies, book-lined walls, a littered floor, an untidy desk, innumerable closed doors (any one of which might conceal a skeleton), and everywhere dust, dust, dust, she fled back through the hall to the great carved door, still half open as she had left it.
In what seemed, even to the injured man, an incredibly short time, Pollyanna was back in the woods at the mans side.
Well, what is the trouble? Couldnt you get in? he demanded.
Pollyanna opened wide her eyes.
Why, of course I could! Im HERE, she answered. As if Id be here if I hadnt got in! And the doctor will be right up just as soon as possible with the men and things. He said he knew just where you were, so I didnt stay to show him. I wanted to be with you.
Did you? smiled the man, grimly. Well, I cant say I admire your taste. I should think you might find pleasanter companions.
Do you mean-because youre so-cross?
Thanks for your frankness. Yes.
Pollyanna laughed softly.
But youre only cross OUTSIDE-You arnt cross inside a bit!
Indeed! How do you know that? asked the man, trying to change the position of his head without moving the rest of his body.
Oh, lots of ways; there-like that-the way you act with the dog, she added, pointing to the long, slender hand that rested on the dogs sleek head near him. Its funny how dogs and cats know the insides of folks better than other folks do, isnt it? Say, Im going to hold your head, she finished abruptly.
The man winced several times and groaned once; softly while the change was being made; but in the end he found Pollyannas lap a very welcome substitute for the rocky hollow in which his head had lain before.
Well, that is-better, he murmured faintly.
He did not speak again for some time. Pollyanna, watching his face, wondered if he were asleep. She did not think he was. He looked as if his lips were tight shut to keep back moans of pain. Pollyanna herself almost cried aloud as she looked at his great, strong body lying there so helpless. One hand, with fingers tightly clenched, lay outflung, motionless. The other, limply open, lay on the dogs head. The dog, his wistful, eager eyes on his masters face, was motionless, too.
Minute by minute the time passed. The sun dropped lower in the west and the shadows grew deeper under the trees. Pollyanna sat so still she hardly seemed to breathe. A bird alighted fearlessly within reach of her hand, and a squirrel whisked his bushy tail on a tree-branch almost under her nose-yet with his bright little eyes all the while on the motionless dog.
At last the dog pricked up his cars and whined softly; then he gave a short, sharp bark. The next moment Pollyanna heard voices, and very soon their owners appeared three men carrying a stretcher and various other articles.
The tallest of the party-a smooth-shaven, kind-eyed man whom Pollyanna knew by sight as Dr. Chilton-advanced cheerily.
Well, my little lady, playing nurse?
Oh, no, sir, smiled Pollyanna. Ive only held his head-I havent given him a mite of medicine. But Im glad I was here.
So am I, nodded the doctor, as he turned his absorbed attention to the injured man.
Chapter XIV
Just a matter of jelly
Pollyanna was a little late for supper on the night of the accident to John Pendleton; but, as it happened, she escaped without reproof.
Nancy met her at the door.
Well, if I aint glad ter be settin my two eyes on you, she sighed in obvious relief. Its half-past six!
I know it, admitted Pollyanna anxiously; but Im not to blame-truly Im not. And I dont think even Aunt Polly will say I am, either.
She wont have the chance, retorted Nancy, with huge satisfaction. Shes gone.
Gone! gasped Pollyanna. You dont mean that Ive driven her away? Through Pollyannas mind at the moment trooped remorseful memories of the morning with its unwanted boy, cat, and dog, and its unwelcome glad and forbidden father that would spring to her forgetful little tongue. Oh, I DIDNT drive her away?
Not much you did, scoffed Nancy. Her cousin died suddenly down to Boston, and she had ter go. She had one o them yeller telegram letters after you went away this afternoon, and she wont be back for three days. Now I guess were glad all right. Well be keepin house tergether, jest you and me, all that time. We will, we will!
Pollyanna looked shocked.
Glad! Oh, Nancy, when its a funeral?
Oh, but twant the funeral I was glad for, Miss Pollyanna. It was- Nancy stopped abruptly. A shrewd twinkle came into her eyes. Why, Miss Pollyanna, as if it want yerself that was teachin me ter play the game, she reproached her gravely.
Pollyanna puckered her forehead into a troubled frown.
I cant help it, Nancy, she argued with a shake of her head. It must be that there are some things that tisnt right to play the game on-and Im sure funerals is one of them. Theres nothing in a funeral to be glad about.
Nancy chuckled.
We can be glad taint ourn, she observed demurely. But Pollyanna did not hear. She had begun to tell of the accident; and in a moment Nancy, openmouthed, was listening.
At the appointed place the next afternoon, Pollyanna met Jimmy Bean according to agreement. As was to be expected, of course, Jimmy showed keen disappointment that the Ladies Aid preferred a little India boy to himself.
Well, maybe tis natural, he sighed. Of course things you dont know about are always nicern things you do, same as the pertater on tother side of the plate is always the biggest. But I wish I looked that way ter somebody way off. Wouldnt it be jest great, now, if only somebody over in India wanted ME?
Pollyanna clapped her hands.
Why, of course! Thats the very thing, Jimmy! Ill write to my Ladies Aiders about you. They arent over in India; theyre only out West-but thats awful far away, just the same. I reckon youd think so if youd come all the way here as I did!
Jimmys face brightened.
Do you think they would-truly-take me? he asked.
Of course they would! Dont they take little boys in India to bring up? Well, they can just play you are the little India boy this time. I reckon youre far enough away to make a report, all right. You wait. Ill write em. Ill write Mrs. White. No, Ill write Mrs. Jones. Mrs. White has got the most money, but Mrs. Jones gives the most-which is kind of funny, isnt it? when you think of it. But I reckon some of the Aiders will take you.
All right-but dont furgit ter say Ill work fur my board an keep, put in Jimmy. I aint no beggar, an bizness is bizness, even with Ladies Aiders, Im thinkin. He hesitated, then added: An I spose I better stay where I be fur a spell yet-till you hear.
Of course, nodded Pollyanna emphatically. Then Ill know just where to find you. And theyll take you-Im sure youre far enough away for that. Didnt Aunt Polly take-Say! she broke off, suddenly, DO you suppose I was Aunt Pollys little girl from India?
Well, if you aint the queerest kid, grinned Jimmy, as he turned away.
It was about a week after the accident in Pendleton Woods that Pollyanna said to her aunt one morning:
Aunt Polly, please would you mind very much if I took Mrs. Snows calfs-foot jelly this week to someone else? Im sure Mrs. Snow wouldnt-this once.
Dear me, Pollyanna, what ARE you up to now? sighed her aunt. You ARE the most extraordinary child!
Pollyanna frowned a little anxiously.
Aunt Polly, please, what is extraordinary? If youre EXtraordinary you cant be ORdinary, can you?
You certainly can not.
Oh, thats all right, then. Im glad Im EXtraordinary, sighed Pollyanna, her face clearing. You see, Mrs. White used to say Mrs. Rawson was a very ordinary woman-and she disliked Mrs. Rawson something awful. They were always fight-I mean, father had-that is, I mean, WE had more trouble keeping peace between them than we did between any of the rest of the Aiders, corrected Pollyanna, a little breathless from her efforts to steer between the Scylla of her fathers past commands in regard to speaking of church quarrels, and the Charybdis of her aunts present commands in regard to speaking of her father.