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Page 30
She had clasped her hands nervously, and stood waiting for Nora to
answer her questions.
"Now, Miss Rose," said Nora, her eyes twinkling, "I think ye better go
right in an' see him."
"But should you think he's over NINETY?" persisted Rose.
"Well I shouldn't say he was OVER that," Nora replied dryly.
"Come Polly," said Rose. "There's nothing else to do but to go in."
With lagging steps they walked along the path and turned toward the
house. Then for the first time they saw the automobile in which the
guest had arrived.
"Why, who drove him here?" said Rose. "Look! There's no man waiting in
it, and if he's NINETY he wouldn't drive alone, would he?"
Polly shook her head.
"Perhaps he isn't QUITE that," she said.
It was the only bit of encouragement that she could offer.
"I think I'll wait here on the piazza," she said when they had reached
the door.
"Why, don't you want to meet him?" Rose asked.
"Oh, yes," Polly answered, "but if he's--if he, oh, I don't quite know
how I mean it. I just thought perhaps you'd like to know him a little,
and then I'll come in, and _I'_LL know him, too."
Nora, just behind them, reached forward and touched Rose's shoulder.
"Run right in," she said, "the gentleman's waiting to see you."
For the moment she forgot Polly, and hastening across the great hall,
lest Uncle John might guess that she did not wish to meet him, little
Rose Atherton entered the long, cool parlor, and found herself face to
face with a tall, handsome man, who rose to greet her. His waving hair
was touched with gray, his brown eyes were merry.
"So this is little Rose," he said, "will you come and let me look at
you? Why, who made the dainty wreath for you?"
He offered not one, but both his hands to her, and with a happy cry, she
laid her little hands in his.
"Will you come for a few days and make me a visit?" he asked. "You will
have a pleasant time, and we shall get acquainted. I think I can make
you like me, little Rose."
"Oh, I do, I DO like you NOW!" she cried, and her little heart was
filled with delight.
Here was a cheery, handsome young uncle, in place of the unattractive
old uncle that she had supposed awaited her.
"Don't remove your wreath," he said, as she raised her hands toward the
flowers, "because it is really very becoming. Were you playing alone
when I arrived?"
"Oh, no," said Rose, "I was so glad when I saw you, because--" she
hesitated.
"Because?" he said, his eyes twinkling.
"Because you aren't OLD. I thought my Uncle John MUST be 'most ninety,"
she said softly, so that Aunt Lois might not hear.
"And Polly, Princess Polly, was with me. She's my little guest. May I
bring her now? She's so beautiful you'll just love to look at her."
"Oh, then, bring Miss Polly at once," he said.
Rose ran to the hall.
"Oh, come, come!" she said, in a whisper so loud that it reached Uncle
John's ear and caused him to laugh softly.
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