“Oh, Polly, but you cannot really mean it!” Miss Marsh, Miss Day, and two or three more crowded round Polly Singleton as they spoke.
“You can’t mean to have an auction,” began Miss Day; “no one ever heard of such a thing at St. Benet’s. Why, it would be simply disgraceful!”
“No, it wouldn’t—don’t turn cross, Annie. I’ll have an auction first, and then a great feed in the empty room. I can go on tick for the feed; Jones, the confectioner, knows better than not to oblige me. He’s not like that horrid Spilman and that mean Madame Clarice.”
“But, Polly, if you write to your father, he’ll be sure to send you what you want to clear off those two debts. You have often told us he has lots of money.”
“My dears, he has more tin than he knows what to do with; but do you think I am going to have the poor old dear worried? When I was coming here he said, ‘Polly, you shall have thirty pounds every term to spend as pocket-money; not a penny more, not a penny less. And you must keep out of debt on it; mind that, Polly Singleton.’ I gave the dear old dad a hug. He’s the image of me—only with redder hair and more freckles. And I said, ‘I’ll do my best, dad, and anyhow, you sha’n’t be put out whatever happens.’”
“Then you didn’t tell him you’d keep out of debt?”
“No, for I knew I’d break my word. I’ve always been in debt ever since I could remember. I wouldn’t know how it felt not to owe a lot of money. It’s habit, and I don’t mind it a bit. But I don’t want dad to know, and I don’t want Miss Eccleston to know, for perhaps she would write to him. If those old horrors won’t wait for their money till next term, why there’s nothing for it but an auction. I have some nice things, and they’ll go very cheap; so there’s a chance for you all, girls.”
“But if Miss Eccleston finds out?” said Miss Day.
“What if she does? There’s no rule against auctions, and, as I don’t suppose any of you will have one, it isn’t worth making a rule for me alone. Anyhow, I’m resolved to risk it. My auction will be on Monday, and I shall make out an inventory of my goods to-morrow.”
“Will you advertise it on the notice-board in your hall, dear?” asked Lucy Marsh.