"I do declare! here it is the first of May, and it seems as if it were
but yesterday that we came back to New York to study," exclaimed
Eleanor, as Polly and she were returning from art class one evening.
"And we are no more decided about what we shall do this Summer, than we
were last Fall. If only Dad would consent to our joining the Ashbys and
Mr. Fabian on the European trip, in June," returned Polly.
"I'm glad father says _I_ may go if your father consents. Of course we
shall have to go, some time or other, Polly, before we could settle down
as experienced decorators; but this is a fine opportunity--to be members
of a party of appreciative people such as is seldom offered to young
beginners as we are."
"Eleanor, have you thought of what we shall do, next year of school, if
Anne marries John? You know, Mrs. Stewart says she is going back to
Denver to keep house for Paul, as he will graduate with the other boys,
next month."
"Uh-huh! John and Tom will settle down at Pebbly Pit to superintend the
mine and jewel cliffs, and Paul will join the survey crew in Denver. I
suppose my brother Pete will be hanging about them, somewhere, doing odd
jobs, now and then."
Eleanor spoke in a half-humorous tone, but Polly was in earnest.
"Well, then, if Anne is John's wife, and Mrs. Stewart in Denver, where
do we fit in?"
"I've thought it all out, Polly--never fear! You see Mr. Fabian expects
to bring his wife and daughter back to America this year, as Nancy has
finished her art studies abroad. If we make ourselves agreeable to them,
and then hint gently, on the trip back home, that we have no place to
live in, the coming winter, they'll take us right in with them. How'd
you like that!"
"Oh, it would be great, Nolla, but would it be quite the proper thing
for us to do--to throw ourselves upon their hospitality?"
"Polly, they ought to be thankful to have two such nice girls with them!
To say nothing of our eventually becoming the greatest interior
decorators of the present day," exclaimed Eleanor, her well-shaped
little head rearing itself in conscious pride.
Polly laughed. "Well, Nolla, we will never suffer for lack of
self-esteem. Even if others declare we know nothing, you will be able to
keep the family pride up to high-water mark. If we knew but one-third of
all you _think_ we do, we could take Mr. Ashby in partnership with us,
now."
"There's another thing, Polly, that is a golden opportunity for us. The
idea of having a successful decorator like Mr. Ashby plan to take us in
his business when we are through school, is enough to turn anyone's
head. But not ours, Polly--we are too sensible!"
Again Polly laughed at her friend's meekness--so-called. "Mr. Ashby may
change his mind before we are ready to accept his offer. We have two
years still in which to study, you know."
"That will fly like these past two years have. Why here we are only
sixteen and just see all we know!"
"Yes, and just see all we have yet to know!" retorted Polly.
"I tell you what, those Saturday mornings we spent in Mr. Ashby's
sales-rooms were a wonderful help, eh?"
"Yes; I really believe, Nolla, that I learned as much of textiles, and
fabrics, by simply handling and selling the materials, as if I had given
days to the study of them."
"It was not only a brilliant idea of Mr. Fabian's, to suggest to Mr.
Ashby that Ruth and we two girls be permitted to act as clerks in his
rooms, but it was as kind and generous of Mr. Ashby to take us. The way
he taught us all about different factories and their best and weakest
points in manufacture; the time he took to demonstrate differences in
lace and silk curtains, the best style of linen for covers and
draperies, the tapestries and carpets of modern factories--why, I can
tell at a glance now, just whose goods I am handling."
"Yes," admitted Polly. "How many decorators' assistants know the style
of upholstery buttons that ought to be used on a French divan? Or what
shaped button ought to go on a Turkish chair? I never dreamed that there
was any difference, according to art, between a tufted wing-chair and
one that was smoothly upholstered. I bet the majority of people select
one or the other because they like the looks, but very few know that
certain lines in a fireside chair demand tufted upholstery, and another
period must never have buttons or fringe."
"Exactly! That is what I mean, Polly, when I say I am sure we two know
an awful lot about decorating, already. It is so."
"Dear old Fabian says, this is our critical year--if we can manage to
pass through the period between second and third years of study without
discovering that we know it all, we may eventually hope to become
average decorators," Polly laughed.
"Pooh! We both know Mr. Fabian is a dotard about us. If anyone dares to
hint that we are not as advanced as he says we are, he glares like a
jealous cat over her kittens."
Polly and Eleanor reached the Studio by this time and found Anne reading
a long letter from John. She was smiling happily as she read, and
Eleanor grinned charitably at her.
Polly sat down to wait till the letter was read. Then Anne glanced over
at the girls.
"Well, dears, John has definitely settled everything. Tom Latimer and he
are coming on to New York directly their college commencement is over.
Polly's father and mother _may_ decide to come, but that is not yet
certain. As soon as you two girls are off, we will all go back home and
stay."
"'And they lived happily ever after,'" quoth Eleanor, teasingly.
Anne smiled. Polly seemed dissatisfied.
"What do you mean 'as soon as you girls are off?'"
"Why, off on the European trip. The Ashbys were here to-night and it is
all settled. Mr. Brewster wrote a fine letter and thanked them for their
wonderful offer to chaperone you girls."
"Oh, oh!" shouted Eleanor, springing up and throwing her arms about
Polly's neck.
Anne and her mother laughed as the impulsive girl whirled Polly around
and around, until both, exhausted, fell upon the divan. Then Polly asked
the question Eleanor had choked in her throat.
"What about John, Anne? Are you going to Denver or to Pebbly Pit?"
"I expect to go to Pebbly Pit, dear," said Anne, blushing.
"No need to feel embarrassed over it, Anne," laughed Eleanor. "It isn't
as if we had never heard of your plan. Besides we are all in the family,
now--or at least we will be."
"Where does your relationship come in, Nolla?" asked Mrs. Stewart,
quizzically.
"Why, didn't you know, Mother Stewart? I propose to become Paul's bride,
some day, but he doesn't know it, either!" and the irrepressible girl
laughed madly as she ran upstairs to her room.
Her friends in the living-room laughed also, but Polly doubted that it
was said in fun. She rather suspected Eleanor of receiving many nice
letters from Paul Stewart, during her second year in New York. But
Eleanor kept her own secret.
As June entered and schools were all beginning their examinations, Mrs.
Stewart began to clear up the rooms in the home they had occupied for
two years. Anne's and her own personal property were to be packed and
sent to Denver. Polly and Eleanor's had to be sorted and packed and
stored; the winter clothing in strong moth-proof chests, and the things
they proposed taking abroad with them, in small steamer trunks.
Mr. Fabian had spoken for the lease on the Studio when Mrs. Stewart's
time expired, and until then, most of the furniture could remain as it
was. Polly and Eleanor were to have the two small rooms and live with
the Fabians, and Mrs. Fabian had written that she would buy back the
things as they stood, thus saving everyone trouble and time.
As the days of June passed, Anne had another letter from John, begging
her to come to the graduation in Chicago. But Polly and Eleanor needed
her in New York, as everything was in a panic preparing for the ocean
voyage, and working so hard at school, too.
Before the girls knew it, therefore, the westerners were with them in
New York. Mr. and Mrs. Brewster expected to see Polly off on the
steamer, and John said he had unexpectedly planned to have Anne marry
him before Polly sailed.
"Oh, that will be great! A wedding and a farewell party all in one,"
cried Eleanor.
But John took Polly aside and whispered: "Polly, I want my only sister
to witness my marriage to the best girl living, so you will have to
persuade Anne to look at it as I do."
"All right, John," laughingly replied Polly. "I'll do my best to make
her steal my only brother from me."
Tom Latimer joined them at this moment, and said to Polly: "You have
grown so tall and look such a fine young lady, that I wonder how Anne
can steal any man from you. Now if I were John, I should never _want_ to
be stolen from you."
"Oh, Tom!" laughed Polly, greatly amused at his words. "You talk exactly
like Winnie Trevors. He's the society pet that expects to marry
Elizabeth Dalken. But you should see him--and hear him talk!"
"Tom Latimer would never thank you for that left-handed compliment,
Polly, if he could but see the slim little dude you compared to him,"
said Eleanor, joining the group.
"I believe I do know him, Polly--If he is the silver-haired lap-dog I
went to grammar-school with."
"Yes--he _has_ got whitish hair, Tom!" laughed Eleanor.
Polly smiled but said nothing. Then Tom said, "Will you take all that
back, Poll, or must I punish you severely, some day?"
"I never take back a word I once have said--unless I can see where I can
benefit myself. You see, Tom, I have changed woefully, since living in
New York. I am exactly like other citizens here--I am supremely selfish,
these days."
Tom smiled. "I can offer you a bite of attractive bait. Will you
apologise for calling me 'exactly like Winnie' if I tell you a profound
secret?"
"That depends! What do you call 'profound,' and will I be concerned in
hearing it?" teased Polly.
Eleanor had never known Polly to behave so coquettishly before, and to
her astonishment, she beheld her little model of virtue flirt
distractingly with Tom. Or Eleanor _thought_ Polly was flirting, when
she sent a dazzling look at him from her wonderful eyes.
"It is the secret about the Valentine Roses. At last I have managed to
learn who really sent them to you."
Eleanor perked up. Here was a delightful situation. Polly had never been
able to find out who had sent the roses, and Tom was ready to confess.
"Oh, really!" exclaimed Polly, eagerly inquisitive.
Tom laughed. "Are you concerned? Is it a profound secret?"
"Yes, oh, yes, Tom!" cried Eleanor, excitedly. "Do tell us what you
know."
"But Polly has to show her interest, too. If she says she is sorry for
likening me to Winfield, I will tell her who sent the roses."
"Is he nice, Tom?" asked Polly, anxiously.
"I have heard people _say_ he is, and _I_ think him great!"
Eleanor chuckled. This was a scene after her own heart.
"Is he old--or ugly, Tom?" added Polly.
"No--he is young, and not _very_ bad-looking."
Polly thought seriously, then said: "Does he live in New York?"
"I won't answer any more such questions, Polly, it isn't fair unless you
do your part," laughed Tom.
"Oh, well, then, please excuse me for ever mentioning you in the same
_breath_ with Winnie," giggled Polly. "Now tell me who sent those
roses."
"I will, Polly, but not to-day. I did not promise to tell you, at
once--so I will wait until after John's wedding."
Polly stamped her foot as Tom hurried away, and Eleanor laughed merrily
at the hoax. But there was too much going on all about them, to bother,
now, about roses that were almost two years old.
Mr. Maynard arrived from Chicago in time for the quiet little wedding at
"The Church around the Corner," and then everyone went to the Studio for
a reception. John and his bride left for a very short honeymoon, and
later, all thoughts centered on Polly and Eleanor. It would be their
turn to say good-by in a few days.
Tom Latimer outdid himself during the days intervening between John's
wedding and Polly's sailing. Jim and Ken were back from college, but
somehow the two girls who had been such fine young pals out in the
Rockies, and on that Coney Island trip, now seemed several years older
than these boys. They couldn't understand it.
Mr. Fabian could have explained the change. It was mostly psychological,
due to the advanced mental training his girls had received in their
study of a chosen high profession. They truly were far superior, now, to
either of the two boys at Yale, although they were not aware of it at
the time.
The day for the sailing of the steamer arrived, and a gay party stood on
the pier just before the good-bys had to be said. Mrs. Brewster gave
Polly many warnings and advices, and Mr. Maynard begged Eleanor not to
bankrupt him during her stay in Paris.
Books, flowers, fruit and candy, had been piled up in the arms of Ruth
Ashby, Polly and Eleanor, until they could not shake the extended hands
of their friends when the time came to really say good-by.
"Never mind your hands, we'll kiss your faces!" laughed Mr. Maynard, and
straightway began kissing the pretty struggling girls.
As everyone in the group was an old friend, each one took toll of the
girls' cheeks, and just as Jim Latimer, the last in the line, caught a
swift brush of Ruth's ear, Tom Latimer strolled up.
"Hello, Tom! Where have you been?" called his father.
"Better get your kiss, Tom, or you'll be left," added Jim.
So Tom managed to get his "good-by" from Ruth and from Eleanor, but
Polly blushed furiously, and reared her head.
"If another silly man kisses me, I'll--I'll--slap him!"
Of course everyone laughed uproariously at this, but the guard suddenly
shouted, "All aboard." And the sailing party rushed up the gang-plank.
Once on deck, however, Polly remembered something she had meant to ask
Tom Latimer. She leaned over the rail and called back:
"Oh, Tom! you never told me who sent the roses!"
"You'll find out about it when you reach your stateroom," shouted Tom,
making a megaphone of his hands. "I met him there, talking to the
steward, and you will know as soon as you go down."
Eleanor giggled. "That's where Tom was when Mr. Dalken dared anyone to
take one of his girls away from him."
"But who could Tom have met in our stateroom, Nolla? I thought everyone
was on the pier with us?"
The steamer had already swung down-stream, and the friends on the pier
were mere dots, so the curious girls hurried down to see who had sent
Polly the Valentine roses. Ruth accompanied them, as she felt she should
have been the third in this girl relationship--like triplets, she said,
one day, to her father.
Then the door was opened, and sweet fragrance greeted the girls. There
in a corner of the stateroom stood a dozen American Beauty roses, each
with a stem almost four feet long. And about the stems a golden cord was
tied, and upon this cord hung a card.
The three girls stood admiring the great crimson beauties and then Ruth
said: "See who they are from--and who for?"
"Why, they're Polly's, of course. The same 'old valentine' sent them!"
laughed Eleanor.
Polly's fingers trembled as she bent forward and read what was written
on the card: "Your Valentine that was, and is, and always will be, in
this world, and in the next, and forever, Tom."
"Oh, no! No! No! No! I won't have you so, Tom!" cried Polly, throwing
herself in the chair and covering her face with her hands. Eleanor and
Ruth stood perfectly still, not knowing what to do or say.
Then Polly lifted her face. She was trying to smile. "Dear old Tom only
did that to tease me. Isn't he an old plague?"
"I should say he was!" exclaimed Ruth, innocently.
Eleanor with the worldly wisdom learned from her mother, added
guilefully: "He sure is. But you tricked him, Polly."
"How?" eagerly inquired Polly.
"He was the only one in the party who didn't get a kiss from you!"
laughed Eleanor.
"That's so!" admitted Polly, but Eleanor was not sure whether her friend
was sorry or satisfied at the result.
Then, as the days passed, Eleanor noticed that Polly never mentioned the
roses again, but they were kept as fresh as possible, and weeks later,
Eleanor found one of them carefully pressed with the card still tied to
it.
But this discovery, and all that happened during that Summer in Europe,
while visiting famous places and viewing rare objects of antiquity, are
told in another volume called "Polly and Eleanor Abroad."
THE END
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THE BOBBSEY TWINS
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORE
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOL
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE
THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOAT
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT MEADOW BROOK
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT HOME
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN A GREAT CITY
THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON BLUEBERRY ISLAND
THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON THE DEEP BLUE SEA
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE GREAT WEST
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT CEDAR CAMP
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE COUNTY FAIR
THE BOBBSEY TWINS CAMPING OUT
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AND BABY MAY
THE BOBBSEY TWINS KEEPING HOUSE
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT CLOVERBANK
GROSSET & DUNLAP, Publishers, NEW YORK
THE BUNNY BROWN SERIES
By LAURA LEE HOPE
Author of the Popular "Bobbsey Twins" Books, Etc.
Durably Bound. Illustrated. Uniform Style of Binding.
Every Volume Complete in Itself.
These stories are eagerly welcomed by the little folks from about five
to ten years of age. Their eyes fairly dance with delight at the lively
doings of inquisitive little Bunny Brown and his cunning, trustful
sister Sue.
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON GRANDPA'S FARM
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE PLAYING CIRCUS
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT CAMP-REST-A-WHILE
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT AUNT LU'S CITY HOME
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE IN THE BIG WOODS
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON AN AUTO TOUR
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AND THEIR SHETLAND PONY
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE GIVING A SHOW
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT CHRISTMAS TREE COVE
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE IN THE SUNNY SOUTH
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE KEEPING STORE
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AND THEIR TRICK DOG
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT A SUGAR CAMP
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON THE ROLLING OCEAN
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON JACK FROST ISLAND
GROSSET & DUNLAP, Publishers, NEW YORK
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS SERIES
By LAURA LEE HOPE
Author of The Bobbsey Twins Books, The Bunny Brown Series, The Blythe
Girls Books, Etc.
Durably Bound. Illustrated. Uniform Style of Binding. Every Volume
Complete in Itself.
Delightful stories for little boys and girls which sprung into immediate
popularity. To know the six little Bunkers is to take them at once to
your heart, they are so intensely human, so full of fun and cute
sayings. Each story has a little plot of its own--one that can be easily
followed--and all are written in Miss Hope's most entertaining manner.
Clean, wholesome volumes which ought to be on the bookshelf of every
child in the land.
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT GRANDMA BELL'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT AUNT JO'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT COUSIN TOM'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT GRANDPA FORD'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT UNCLE FRED'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT CAPTAIN BEN'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT COWBOY JACK'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT MAMMY JUNE'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT FARMER JOEL'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT MILLER NED'S
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT INDIAN JOHN'S
GROSSET & DUNLAP, Publishers, NEW YORK
THE RIDDLE CLUB BOOKS
By ALICE DALE HARDY
Individual Colored Wrappers. Attractively Illustrated.
Every Volume Complete in Itself.
Here is as ingenious a series of books for little folks as has ever
appeared since "Alice in Wonderland." The idea of the Riddle books is a
little group of children--three girls and three boys decide to form a
riddle club. Each book is full of the adventures and doings of these six
youngsters, but as an added attraction each book is filled with a lot of
the best riddles you ever heard.
THE RIDDLE CLUB AT HOME
An absorbing tale that all boys and girls will enjoy reading. How the
members of the club fixed up a clubroom in the Larue barn, and how they,
later on, helped solve a most mysterious happening, and how one of the
members won a valuable prize, is told in a manner to please every young
reader.
THE RIDDLE CLUB IN CAMP
The club members went into camp on the edge of a beautiful lake. Here
they had rousing good times swimming, boating and around the campfire.
They fell in with a mysterious old man known as The Hermit of Triangle
Island. Nobody knew his real name or where he came from until the
propounding of a riddle solved these perplexing questions.
THE RIDDLE CLUB THROUGH THE HOLIDAYS
This volume takes in a great number of sports, including skating and
sledding and the building of a huge snowman. It also gives the
particulars of how the club treasurer lost the dues entrusted to his
care and what the melting of the great snowman revealed.
THE RIDDLE CLUB AT SUNRISE BEACH
This volume tells how the club journeyed to the seashore and how they
not only kept up their riddles but likewise had good times on the sand
and on the water. Once they got lost in a fog and are marooned on an
island. Here they made a discovery that greatly pleased the folks at
home.
GROSSET & DUNLAP, Publishers, NEW YORK
JERRY TODD AND POPPY OTT SERIES
By LEO EDWARDS
Durably Bound. Illustrated. Individual Colored Wrappers.
Every Volume Complete in Itself.
Hundreds of thousands of boys who laughed until their sides ached over
the weird and wonderful adventures of Jerry Todd and his gang demanded
that Leo Edwards, the author, give them more books like the Jerry Todd
stories with their belt-bursting laughs and creepy shivers. So he took
Poppy Ott, Jerry Todd's bosom chum and created the Poppy Ott Series, and
if such a thing could be possible--they are even more full of fun and
excitement than the Jerry Todds.
THE POPPY OTT SERIES
POPPY OTT AND THE STUTTERING PARROT
POPPY OTT AND THE SEVEN LEAGUE STILTS
POPPY OTT AND THE GALLOPING SNAIL
POPPY OTT'S PEDIGREED PICKLES
THE JERRY TODD BOOKS
JERRY TODD AND THE WHISPERING MUMMY
JERRY TODD AND THE ROSE-COLORED CAT
JERRY TODD AND THE OAK ISLAND TREASURE
JERRY TODD AND THE WALTZING HEN
JERRY TODD AND THE TALKING FROG
JERRY TODD AND THE PURRING EGG
JERRY TODD IN THE WHISPERING CAVE
GROSSET & DUNLAP, Publishers, NEW YORK
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