Polly of Lady Gay Cottage   By: Emma C. Dowd (-1938)

BY

EMMA C. DOWD

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS

NEW YORK

GROSSET & DUNLAP

PUBLISHERS

Made in the United States of America

COPYRIGHT, 1913, BY EMMA C. DOWD

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

[Illustration: HAROLD WESTWOOD!]

TO MY CRITIC, COUNSELOR AND COMRADE

CONTENTS

I. THE ROSEWOOD BOX 1

II. LEONORA'S WONDERFUL NEWS 12

III. A WHIFF OF SLANDER 20

IV. COUSINS 36

V. A MONOPOLIST AND A FANFARON 46

VI. "NOT FOR SALE" 66

VII. THE BLIZZARD 73

VIII. THE INTERMEDIATE BIRTHDAY PARTY 89

IX. THE EIGHTH ROSE 105

X. A VISIT FROM ERASTUS BEAN 119

XI. UNCLE MAURICE AT LADY GAY COTTAGE 125

XII. LITTLE CHRIS 138

XIII. ILGA BARRON 152

XIV. POLLY IN NEW YORK 165

XV. AN UNEXPECTED GUEST 175

XVI. ROSES AND THORNS 184

XVII. A SUMMER NIGHT MYSTERY 194

XVIII. AT MIDVALE SPRINGS 212

XIX. TWO LETTERS 237

XX. MRS. JOCELYN'S DINNER PARTY 250

POLLY OF LADY GAY COTTAGE

CHAPTER I

THE ROSEWOOD BOX

The telephone bell cut sharp into Polly's story.

She was recounting one of the merry hours that Mrs. Jocelyn had given to her and Leonora, while Dr. Dudley and his wife were taking their wedding journey. Still dimpling with laughter, she ran across to the instrument; but as she turned back from the message her face was troubled.

"Father says I am to come right over to the hospital," she told her mother. "Mr. Bean you know, the one that married Aunt Jane has got hurt, and he wants to see me. I hope he isn't going to die. He was real good to me that time I was there, as good as he dared to be."

"I will go with you," Mrs. Dudley decided.

And, locking the house, they went out into the early evening darkness.

The physician was awaiting them in his office.

"Is he badly hurt?" asked Polly anxiously. "What does he want to see me for?"

"We are afraid of internal injury," was the grave answer. "He was on his way to you when the car struck him."

"To me?" Polly exclaimed.

"He was fetching a little box that belonged to your mother. Do you recollect it a small rosewood box?"

"Oh, yes!" she cried. "I'd forgotten all about it there's a wreath of tiny pearl flowers on the cover!"

The Doctor nodded.

"Mr. Bean seems to attach great value to the box or its contents."

"Oh, what is in it?"

"I don't know. But he kept tight hold of it even after he was knocked down, and it was the first thing he called for when he regained consciousness. I thought he had better defer seeing you until to morrow morning; but he wouldn't hear to it. So I let him have his own way."

"Have you sent word to Aunt Jane?" inquired Polly, instinctively shrinking from contact with the woman in whose power she had lived through those dreadful years.

Dr. Dudley gave a smiling negative. "He begged me not to let her know."

"I don't blame him!" Polly burst out. "I guess he's glad to get away from her, if he did have to be hurt to do it."

"Probably he wishes first to make sure that the box is in your hands," observed the Doctor, rising. "She will have to be notified. Come, we will go upstairs. The sooner the matter is off Mr. Bean's mind, the better."

Polly was dismayed at sight of the little man's face. In their whiteness his pinched features seemed more wizen than ever. But his smile of welcome was eager.

"How do you do, my dear? My dear!" the wiry hand was extended with evident pain.