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Title: When Polly Was Eighteen

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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WHEN POLLY

WAS EIGHTEEN ***
WHEN POLLY WAS EIGHTEEN
 WHEN POLLY WAS
EIGHTEEN

BY
EMMA C. DOWD

BOSTON AND NEW YORK

HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
The Riverside Press Cambridge
1921
COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY EMMA C. DOWD
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
 TO MY FRIEND

JULIA DARLING PECK

IN HAPPY MEMORY OF
SHELBURNE SUMMERS
 CONTENTS

I. “Why don’t you laugh?” 1

II. The Letter 8
III. David makes a Request 15
IV. The Birthday Fête 21
V. “I will take care of Paradise Ward” 32
VI. “Maybe” 41
VII. Gladys Guinevere 52
VIII. Couches of Clover 58
IX. No. 45678 64
X. The Top of the World 71
XI. Dr. Abbe 79
XII. Patricia and a Few Others 85
XIII. What Sardis said 93
XIV. Paradise Ward on Wheels 100
XV. The First Day 115
XVI. Benedicta makes it go 124
XVII. A Picture and a Message 129
XVIII. An Attempt at Matchmaking 135
XIX. An Uninvited Guest and a Mystery 146
XX. The Telegram 155
XXI. “Ten Little Girls” and Sardis Merrifield 164
XXII. A Little Lame Duck 177
XXIII. In the “Garden of Eden” 187
 XXIV. Rosalind Ferne 195
XXV. The Storm 207
XXVI. Clementina asks Questions 217
XXVII. The Butterfly Lady stays 223
XXVIII. Benedicta’s Opportunity 239
XXIX. Trouble in the Kitchen 251
XXX. The New Cook 259
WHEN POLLY WAS EIGHTEEN
WHEN POLLY WAS EIGHTEEN

. .
.
 CHAPTER I

“WHY DON’T YOU LAUGH?”

P
OLLY leaned back against the great oak, her eyes bent on
David’s face. She wondered—and wondered hard. If she could
only fathom that inscrutable expression!

The young man, stretched on the grass among the waving

shadows, was gazing across the valley to the hills in their soft
afternoon veiling. It was a June picture beautiful enough to hold the
attention of any one, yet it was plain that David’s thoughts were not
on the landscape.

They had come out for a walk, which had led them miles to the
south and finally to the top of Chimney Hill, where they had stopped
to rest.

At the start David had been talkative enough, in fact unusually

merry; then, from no discernible cause, his lips had shut gravely and
Polly had not been able to draw out more than monosyllables and
short, matter-of-fact sentences. As she watched the unreadable face
she tried to guess what the trouble might be. As in the old days
before college, her lover had his occasional jealous moods, and
although they were less frequent they grew more and more bitter.
Still, during the happy intervals Polly would coax herself to believe
that they were past forever. Now she thought over the route, bit by
bit, trying to find something which could have disturbed him. At last,
baffled in her endeavors, she ventured suddenly:—

“David, why don’t you laugh?”

He turned instantly. “At what?”

 “Anything—nothing,” she answered lightly. “You seemed to be
weighing some heavy matter.”

“No, I was only—” He halted, then went on without completing his

sentence. “I am going away to-morrow,” he announced.

Polly’s smile vanished in surprise.

“Where?” she asked with her usual eagerness. “Spitzbergen or the

South Pole?”

David did not appear to notice her pleasantry.

“To the Adirondacks,” he said simply.

“Oh!” Polly exclaimed. “Were you just making up your mind?”

David reddened. “N-no,” he denied; “but Converse invited me only

a day or two ago, and I didn’t decide at once.”

“Going with Child Converse?” queried Polly’s lips, while her

thoughts ran along, “Why didn’t he tell me sooner? We were
together all yesterday morning and this afternoon—never a word
until now!”

“Yes,” David was saying, “he is going to take me up to their camp.

His father and mother are in Seattle, you know.”

“M-h’m,” she bowed. “How long you going to stay?”

“I don’t know. He hasn’t set any time.”

“It’ll be great, won’t it?” Polly smiled in her friendliest way.

He nodded gravely, slipping abruptly into complaint.

“You do not like Converse. You have never taken the trouble to
know him.”
 The girl’s eyes twinkled. “I certainly ought to adore him,” she said;
“it is the first time you ever wanted me to look at any boy except
Your Royal Highness.”

“Oh, you don’t understand!” sighed David.

“I am always wondering,” Polly went on, a tiny scowl wrinkling her

smooth forehead, “how it is that Converse happens to attract you.”

“He is a good fellow,” said David positively. “But he has no stock of

prittle-prattle.”

“It isn’t his lack of nonsense,” Polly smiled. “He is too pretty. That
combined with his name—but he can’t help either, poor boy!
Anyway, he looks like a nice baby—”

“Baby!” sniffed David.

“Well, he does. With his round face and rosy cheeks and curly hair
—honestly, I always want to take him on my knee and trot him.”

David laughed, though as if against his will.

“There’s nothing of the baby about him,” he asserted, “and a

fellow can’t help his looks.”

Polly shook her head. “No,” she agreed. “If only he and his sister
could exchange faces! Maybe, after all, it is she that flavors my
opinion of him.”

“Marietta?”

“Yes.” She was making little jabs in the soft moss with her slender
forefinger, and a faint smile began to curve her lips.

“She is a brainy girl,” was the somewhat stiff response, “and she
has always been very pleasant to me.”
 “She is brainy enough,” replied Polly; “the trouble is, she knows it
and she shows that she knows it.”

“If she did not know it, there would be nothing to know,” said
David severely.

Polly’s smile broadened. “I was thinking,” she resumed, “of what

Patricia said the other day. Marietta has just been elected president
of the Much Ado Club in place of Ruth Mansfield. You know the
Mansfields are going to live in California. Ruth has grown pretty
stout, and Marietta looks as if she would blow away. Somebody was
wondering if she could fill Ruth’s place, and Patricia said very
soberly, ‘I think she’ll wabble about a little.’ Wasn’t that bright?”

“Unkind,” he answered forbiddingly.

“Oh, David!” she sighed, “you are so matter-of-fact. You don’t like
Patty any better than ever.”

“There is not much of her to like,” he said quietly.

“David Collins!”

“It is true.”

“Every one but you thinks she is lovely,” asserted Polly.

“Probably they don’t require depth.”

“Patricia isn’t shallow,” she retorted.

“It appears so to an outsider. Look at her and her gang!”

“Gang!—David!”

He gave a short laugh.

 “The truth is, Polly, seeing we are talking plainly, I don’t like the
girls with whom you are so popular—the girls that have made you
their queen. They—”

“Queen! What are you talking about, David?” Polly broke in

without ceremony. Her voice was scornful.

“Yes, queen,” reiterated the young man. “Only they rule you, not
you them.”

“You don’t like it because I said yesterday I hadn’t time to have a

flower garden,” accused Polly.

“No,” denied David, “I was thinking of something else. You have

too many clubs on your hands.”

“They don’t amount to much in the way of time,” returned Polly.

“They must be a great bore.”

“No; they keep me out of a rut, put me in touch with everything.”

“H’m!” scorned David. “I am glad I don’t need a posse of

chattering girls to keep me up to date. Not a single club for me in
vacation! Cut them out, Polly, every one! Why not?”

The girl laughed. “What a queer fellow you are! I’ll write to you
every day if you wish,” she added with seeming irrelevance,
remembering a certain request when they had separated at the
beginning of the last college year.

David brightened perceptibly—until a sparkle of fun in her brown

eyes swiftly altered his expression.

“Yes, you will have as much as three minutes a day to give to me,
won’t you!” he flashed, a tinge of bitterness in his tone.
 “No, truly, David, I am in earnest,” smiled Polly. “My clubs don’t
take up nearly as much of my time as you think. If you would join
some of them—the College, for instance—you would change your
mind. You stand outside and criticize; you don’t get the right
viewpoint. Try it, David! You won’t be sorry. I’ll propose your name
at the next meeting.”

“No, you will not!” was the prompt reply. “Nice time to join, while I
am off in an Adirondack camp.”

“Oh, well, you are not going to stay all summer, are you?”

“I may.”

Polly looked straight into the blue eyes opposite. “Do you mean
it?”

He bowed gravely. “It is more than possible.” He pulled out his

watch. “Time we were on the march,” he said, springing to his feet.

The walk home was like many another walk. Polly tried to make
talk, with poor results. There were long silences, while she, watching
her companion’s face, longed with all her heart to read what was
being written behind those unreadable eyes. She felt a relief when
the hospital was sighted.

“You’ll be up in the morning, shan’t you?” she asked.

“I think there will not be time,” David answered quietly. “Converse

wishes to make an early start. I would better say good-bye now.” He
took her hand in his strong grasp, held it a moment as if words were
not ready, then said calmly, “I hope you will have a pleasant
summer.”

“Just as if I were some ordinary acquaintance he had met on the

street,” Polly told herself in the seclusion of her own room. “What
does ail him!”
 CHAPTER II

THE LETTER

T
HE City Hall clock struck twelve, and Polly Dudley was still
awake. The circumstances of the afternoon were passing before
her. What David had said and what she had said, when he had
laughed and when he had been silent, what they had seen on the
way—it was all there in the procession that had no end. Just now
they were at the corner of Webster Street, where it joined Clayton
Avenue. An Italian boy with a push-cart was on the cross-walk, and
Polly and David waited to let him pass. A young man was coming
towards them, a handsome young man in a shining car. Now he was
lifting his hat with his usual splendid smile, the smile that showed his
gleaming, perfect teeth—

“Oh!” Polly breathed suddenly, “that was it! Now I know! How
could he be so silly! But it was! It is always some such little thing.”

At last she had discovered the direct cause of her lover’s changed
mood. She remembered how brilliantly Russell Ely had smiled to her
as he passed, and then until this moment she had forgotten him
altogether. Didn’t David want her even to bow to any one! But
Russell was a member of the College Club! This explained
everything. It seemed hours before sleep came to halt the wearying
thoughts.

Polly was called from breakfast to greet David.

“We are not going to start as early as I expected,” he said, “not

before nine. So I thought I would—just run up and say good-
morning.” He smiled in almost his own cordial way.