The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-04-14

which his disciples receive the utter
anceS Of genius. When they came
into the country she was busy point
ing out to him, with an even more ex-
cited delight, the common rail-side OBJ
jects. 1t was more than year since
he had been in the country; and he
had to be told that a COW was a cow
and sheep a baa-lamb, for he was
inclined to class them all in the genus
gee-gee. When at last he did hail a
sheep as a baa-lamb. the triumphant
pleasure Of Pollyooly passed all
bounds.
The Honorable John Rufin read, and
observed the children, and observed
the children and read. But when they
were nearing their journeys end, he
shut up his book and said:
81 think it will be well for you to
cease to be my housekeeper at Pye-
church, Miss Bride. People will ask
you about our relations, of course, be-
cause by the sea there Ia so much time
for idle curiosity; and you would bet
ter tell them that you are distant
connection of mine. That Is nothing
but the truth, for you are undoubt-
eddy red Deeping; and all the Deep
fngs, red or ,neutral-tinted, are connec.
tons Of mine"
Eyes, SIR" said Pollyooly gravely.
Also | think that you had better
give yourself few airs. You will have
a better time that way; you will be
welcomed in the best circles. Be a
red Deeping-not too truculent, you
know, but firm
Pollyooly's eyes sparkled a little:
and she said, Yes, sir; should like
to. I like being a red Deeping, sir,
rather. 1 liked it when was at
Ricksborough Court"
Good. You have the right spirit.
One of these days You will become
what the newspapers call society
leader. foresee 1t. There's only the
matter of your hands. They need cul-
tivation. But weeks idleness will
let your nails grow; and nail-brush
will do the rest"
Eyes, SIR" said Pollyooly.
She had never considered her hands;
and she considered them now, rue
fully. 1t is impossible to do the work
of two sets of chambers in the Temple
without the hands showing 1t. Her
nails were short; thumb-nail was
broken; and her knuckles were red.
The Honorable John Ruf1n considered
them too.
"I think for the future you'd better
work in gloves" he said.
Eyes, sir, I will" said Pollyooly.
"a lady-and all red Deepings are
of course born -gentlewomen-
must have good hands. Also at Pye-
church I shall call you Pollyooly; and
you will call me Cousin john"
"I'll try to remember, sir" said
Pollyoo1y, flushing with pride.
You'll soon get into it" said the
Honorable John Rufin cheerfully. Il
shall like having a cousin always to
hand"
Pollyooly flushed again: and her
eyes rested on him, with an expression
of something like alteration.
From Hythe Station they drove,
proudly, in a wagonette to Pyechurch.
along the edge of Romney Marsh, with
the shining sea on their left hand.
Pollyooly gazed out over 1t, pointing
out ships to the Lump. Presently the
Honorable John Ruff1n asked her what
she thought Of it.
at looks very large, SIR" said Polly
DOLLY, cautiously.
They found Mrs. Wilson awaiting
them eagerly. their tea ready. Her
heart went out to the Lump on the in
slant. They had their tea; and after
it the Honorable John Rufin started
to take them down to the sands. But
as they came out of the house, two
little girls, bare-legged and wearing
sandals, passed them.
He looked at Pollyooly's black stock
ings and stout shoes, and said, I'VE
must change all this
He turned into the village shop and
bought them sandals and bathing.
dresses, blue linen frocks, sunbonnet
for Pollyooly, a linen hat for the
Lump, and buckets and spades.
Hurry up and change into these
clothes" he said. First impressions
are everything; and you must look all
right
They changed quickly; and then they
went on to the sands. They were
soon at the height Of happiness. build
ing a castle, padding, and picking up
shells. He left them to 1t, and went
for a stroll down the sea wall. AT
seven he fetched them to bathe; and
since he let them battle in their own
timid way. the timid way of children
bathing for the first time, they enjoyed
It exceedingly. The Lump found
eight inches of water deep enough for
him, Pollyooly eighteen.
The next morning they bathed again
at seven o'clock. The Honorable John
Rufin returned firmly to bed for an
hour and so gave Pollyooly time to
make a leisurely and complete break
fast before grilling the bacon. Mrs.
Wilson observed the process with In
terest but not with approval.
"All that time spent over cooking
few slices of bacon!" she said with the
womanly air of one smiling.
Pollyooly's brow puckered in a
thoughtful frown; and she said grave
". But that's the only way to get 1t
right"
Mrs. Wilson shifted outright.
After his breakfast the Honorable
John Rufin departed to Littlestone to
golf; and Pollyooly and the Lump
went down on to the sands. There are
no niggers, Pierrots, or bands at Pye-
church, only few donkeys and CO.
coanut-shy But at low tide there are
a thousand acres of firm sand, chill
dren's paradise Pollyooly enjoyed it
beyond words: not only the sands and
the sea. but also the freedom from