When the dishes were out of the way began Polly's first lesson in sewing buttons to cards, and to Aunt Jane's delight she could soon do the work quickly and well.
"You'll be quite a help," was the commendation that brought a little solace to her sore heart. "Thank goodness, you're quieter than my own kids!"
So passed the afternoon, until came supper and the new uncle.
Polly had been helping set the table, when the door opened, and a little, thin-featured man stepped softly in.
"Polly May, I'll make you acquainted with your Uncle 'Rastus, 'Rastus Bean," called Aunt Jane from the cupboard that served for china closet and pantry.
"How do you do, my dear? How do you do?" smiled Mr. Erastus Bean, holding out his hand. "I'm very glad to see you."
Polly's little fingers had barely touched the strong, wiry ones, when Mrs. Bean's rasping voice broke in.
"Come along and wash up, 'Rastus! The water's good and hot."
Polly's hand was dropped, as if it had been of the temperature of the water.
"Yis, I'm comin' Jane! I'm comin' fas' 's I can!" The little man hurried across to the sink.