Arizona republican., 1911-06-05
POLLYOOLY AND THE LUMP
 By Edgar Jepson.
Copyright, 1909. by the Pearson Pub-
 fishing Company.

followed the instructions of the Hon. orable John Ruffin to let other people do the talking, she did make a slip, displaying an ignorance of some ia miliar fact which should have as- founded those about her. It was for tunate indeed that she had to do with unobseryant persons. e The servants were her chief danger; and she felt it. | By the circumstances of their life, they had to be more observant. But with them the Honorable John Ruffin's other injunction. to be a red Deeping and give herself airs, stood her in good stead. They too were not inter- ested in Marion, and though they no- ticed this change. it was not of kind to awake their suspicious. With them i Pollyooly was at times almost trucu- lent.
 More than once, in the secrecy of the housekeeper's room, Mrs. Hutton said gloomily, 'I don't know what's come to that there Marion. She's taken to giving herself such airs that there's nc doing anything with her. The way she orders me about, she might be twenty"
 Lady Marion's a red Deeping; and they're like that. And what's more she's getting 10 the age when it comes out" said the housekeeper.
  tinuous wariness, Pollyooly was en- toying her stay in the country beyond all words. Her pleasure was only marred by the frequent thought that the Lump was not with her to share it. She would have liked also com panion of her own age; but the dogs proved most efficient substitutes. They attached themselves to her to a dog. Firmly and with devotion. big dogs and little dogs, they accompanied her on all her excursions. They were not indeed welcome in the woods. and were the occasion of her displaying her best red Deeping manner to an underkeeper who had the fond idea that so much noise was not good for his sacred, but nesting. pheasants. Pollyooly felt very strongly that it was the iralienable right of the daughter of a Duke to disturb nesting pheasants if she wanted to; and the feeling that she was the daughter of a Duke was growing on her.
 On the fourth day of her stay at the Court a new and disquieting figure came into her life. The Duke was 10 arrive al four o'clock. and Mrs. Hut ton dressed Pollyooly to have tea with him and Lady Salkeld in the great hall When Pollvooly came into it, she found not only the Duke but also his nephew and heir Lord Ronald Kicks borough, a dark, good-looking boy of fourteen. of an almost girlish delicacy If complexion. The Duke, a dappeT little thin-lipped man of thirty-five, protruded two limp fingers. and Polly poly shook them ginSerly. Ronald shook hands with her in a somewhat perfunctory and condescending fash on.
 Then another newcomer. foX-ter- tier, came forward and sniffed at her skirts W h an air of inquiring doubt.
 Their elders, who were talking to 1ce another, noticed nothing, but Ron ild said in a tone of great astonish-
 
 Wigs? He's pretending he doesn't lrow Marion"
 IL seemed 10 Pollyooly that now, if ever, was the time for airs: she drew herself up and said scornfully, Hes ] silly Cog.''
 That he isn't, Hes one of the most intelligent dogs in the world: and you know 1t as well as 1 do" said Ronald hotly
 He's not intelligent now, anyhow,N said Pollycoly coldly.
 He mus be Kidding" said Ronald; but he looked with puzzled air from Wigss to Pollyooly and from Polly ooly to WiGg1.
 Pollyooly felt that she would have to be very careful indeed in his pres ence: and she made up her mind 10 avoid him as much as she possibly could. But shs was thrown with him a good deal. for he took his breakfast. tea. and supper with her and Miss Marlow: and at lunch he sat beside Pollyooly.
 To remain silent was foreign to his nature; and she found his talk awk- ward to deal with. for it was full or allusions to events which had hap pened during his last holidays in which they had both taken part. Sometimes she extricated herself sue cessfully from her difficulties; some times she did not.
 One morning at breakfast, after one of her failures, he said to Miss Marlow. "Marion's memory's getting jolly bad"
 Then it's like your manners" said Pollyooly, exercising the somewhat dangerous gift of retort she had ac- quired during her two years residence with her Aunt Hannah in the little slum which runs along the back of the Kings Bench Walk.
 Now last holidays you'd never have said a thing like that. You weren't bit cheeky" said Ronald. and he looked at her with that puzzled air which had become his most frequent manner of regarding her.
 Cheeky yourself" said Pollyooly with some heat.
 "I think you've changed tremendous ly," said Ronald. Don't you think she's changed, Miss Marlow?"
 ''I think her intelligence is improv- ing" said Miss Marlow.
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