Part 22 (1/2)

”All right,” said the men.

”Polly, you and Alexia keep on hunting, won't you?” called Jasper over his shoulder, as the boys flew off.

”Yes, we will,” called back Polly, who would very much have preferred the pleasures of ”the dump,” a big dell in process of filling up with just such debris as had now been added.

”Oh, dear me!” exclaimed Alexia discontentedly, ”now we're mewed up here when we might be in that dear old sweet dump, Polly Pepper; and all because we're girls.”

”Well, we can't help it,” said Polly, with a sigh, who wished very much sometimes that she might be a boy, ”so we'd much better keep at work hunting for that ten-dollar bill, Alexia.”

”And Joel is so dreadfully careless,” said Alexia, determined to grumble at something, and poking aimlessly at the green branches scattered on the floor. ”I don't suppose we'll ever find it in all this world, in such a mess.”

”We must,” said Polly, a little white line coming around her mouth.

”Well, we can't, so what's the use of saying that?” and Alexia gave a restful stretch to her long arms. ”Oh, me! oh, my! I'm so tired, Polly Pepper!”

”You know we must find that ten-dollar bill, Alexia,” repeated Polly hoa.r.s.ely, working busily away for dear life.

”Well, we can't; it's perfectly hopeless--so do keep still. Just look at all this.” Alexia waved her arms at the green draperies. ”I'm going to pull the rest down anyway, though; that'll be fun,” and she made a dash at it.

”No, no,” said Polly, on her knees on the floor, ”we must leave all that till Jasper comes back. Come, Alexia, help me look over these.”

”Oh, bother!” cried Alexia, in great disdain, ”I don't want to poke over those old things. You know yourself it's no earthly use; we'll never find it in all this world, Polly Pepper.”

There was a queer little sound, and Alexia, whirling around, saw Polly Pepper in a little heap down in the middle of the green branches.

”Oh, misery! what have I done?”--rus.h.i.+ng over to her and shaking her arms.

”Oh, Polly, do get up, we _will_ find it, I'm positively sure; do get up, Polly.” But Polly didn't stir.

”Oh, dear me!” wailed Alexia. ”Polly, _please_ get up.” She ran all around her, wringing her hands. ”Oh, what did I say it for! Polly, Polly Pepper, we'll find it, as sure as anything. We can't help but find it.

Polly, do get up.”

She flung herself down on her knees and began to pat the white face. Polly opened her eyes and looked at her.

”What did you say such dreadful things for, Alexia?” she said reproachfully.

”Oh, I couldn't help it,” exclaimed Alexia remorsefully. ”There! Oh, dear me! you've scared me 'most to death, Polly Pepper. Do get up.” So Polly sat straight, and Alexia fussed over her, all the while repeating, ”We will find it, Polly.”

”Dear me!” said Polly, ”this isn't hunting for that ten-dollar bill.”

”Well, what's the use?” began Alexia. ”Oh, yes, of course we'll find it,”

she brought herself up quickly. ”Now, Polly, I tell you.” She sprang to her feet. ”Let's clear a place in this corner”--and she rushed over to it--”and then pick up every branch and shake it, and put it over here. Then we'll know surely whether that horrid thing is on the floor or not.”

”So we shall,” cried Polly, getting up on her feet; ”that's fine, Alexia!”

And they set to work so busily they didn't hear when the boys came back from their search. But the first moment she saw Jasper's face, Polly knew that the hunt was unsuccessful, and the next minute Joel threw himself into her arms and hugged her closely.

”Oh, Polly,” he sobbed, ”it's gone, and it's my fault.”

”Cheer up, old fellow,” said Jasper, clapping him on the back; ”we'll find it yet.”