“Won’t you let me lend you the money for your chance?” she asked, as though speaking to a friend and utterly ignoring the ugly scene that had just passed. “I haven’t much money with me, so you must not mind. You can pay it back to me when you get to the new place and have good luck.”
And then, before the dazed boy had time to understand what she was trying to do, Betty had thrust ten dollars into his partially clenched hand and jumping back into her sleigh had driven rapidly away. Fire Star was rather bored with so much unnecessary delay on his journey home and wanted to get back to shelter.
A little later Billy Webster, who had been cutting down trees in a portion of his father’s woods, took off his fur cap to wave to the girls just as Polly in her dramatic fashion dropped down on one knee in their sleigh attempting to kiss Betty’s hand.
“Betty dear, if ever I saw you do a Princess-like act in a Princess-like fashion it was when you gave that abominable boy that money,” she said admiringly. “It is my opinion that either he is absolutely no good or else he will reform from this moment and be your faithful knight to the end of the chapter.”
But Betty only smiled a little uncertainly. “Perhaps it wasn’t honest of me, Polly, to be giving away money when I owe so much to other people.” And then, touching the tin box in her friend’s lap, she said half joking and half serious, “but since I am having to give up my kingdom I am glad to be able to help some one else to come into theirs.”
CHAPTER VIII
Possibilities
“‘Rose of the World,’ my fate is to be decided on this coming Christmas night.” Polly O’Neill made this surprising statement on the same evening following the adventure that had befallen her and Betty earlier in the afternoon. The seven girls were sitting in a crescent upon sofa pillows before their living-room fire with Rose on a low stool in the center. Although it was now nearly bedtime no mention had been made of the cause of the two girls’ trip into town nor of their unusual experience. Nan had come home uncommonly tired and silent, and ever since supper time had been curled up on the floor using her pillow as a kind of bed and almost half asleep.
But at Polly’s extravagant words she sat up and looked at her curiously and so did all the other girls except Betty, who only smiled sympathetically, nodding her head reassuringly at Mollie, who seemed a little puzzled and a little annoyed.
“I don’t see why it is going to be your fate that is to be decided any more than Betty’s or any of the rest of us, Polly.” Mollie answered before their guardian could speak. “Just because you are going to have the chief part in our play when the rest of us just have less important parts.”
But Polly, who was in one of her wildest moods to-night, flung her arms unexpectedly about her sister, almost overturning her by her ardor.