To all Miss Polly’s guests, that evening was a wonderful experience; but to Dan it was an entrance into a fairy realm that his fancy had never pictured; for in the hard, rough ways his childish feet had walked neither fairies nor fancies had place. He had found sailing over sunlit seas in Killykinick’s dingy boats a very pleasant pastime; but the “Sary Ann” seemed to sink into a drifting tub when he stood on the spotless deck of “The Polly” as she spread her snowy wings for her homeward flight.
Dad, who, though very rich and great now, still remembered those “pirate days” when he was young himself, proved the most charming of hosts. He took the boys over his beautiful boat, where every bit of shining brass and chain and rope and bit of rigging was in perfect shipshape; and an artful little motor was hidden away for emergencies of wind and tide. There was a lovely little cabin, all in white and gold, with pale blue draperies; and two tiny staterooms dainty enough for the slumbers of a fairy queen. There were books and games, and a victrola that sang full-toned boating songs as they glided onward.
Even Dud was properly impressed by the charms of “The Polly”; and Jim was outspoken in his admiration. Freddy was wide-eyed with delight; and Dan was swept quite away from his usual moorings into another world,—a world where Aunt Winnie’s boy seemed altogether lost. For, with Miss Polly slipping her little hand in his and guiding him over her namesake, and Freddy telling Tad the story of Dan’s dive among the sharks, to which even the man at “The Polly’s” wheel listened with interest, with dad so jolly and friendly, and everything so gay and beautiful around him, it was no wonder that Dan’s head, accustomed to sober prosy ways, began to turn.
“Dolan,—Dolan? I ought to know that name,” said dad, as, with Polly and her “nice” boy at his side, he stood watching the roofs and spires of Beach Cliff come into view. “There was a Phil Dolan in my class at Harvard,—one of the finest fellows I ever knew; rolling in money, but it didn’t hurt him. He is a judge now, and I think he had a brother at West Point. Are you related to them?”
“No, sir,” answered Dan, who at another time would have blurted out that he was not of the Harvard or West Point kind. “I—I am from Maryland.”
“Oh, Maryland!” said dad, approvingly. “I see,—I see! The Dolans of Maryland. I’ve heard of them,—one of the old Catholic families, I think.”
“Yes, we’re—we’re Catholics all right,” said Dan, catching to this saving spar of truth, in his doubt and uncertainty. “We—we wouldn’t be anything else if we were killed for it.”
“Of course you wouldn’t. That is your heritage, my boy! Hold fast to it,” said dad, heartily. Then he turned about to see that “The Polly” made the way safely to her private wharf, feeling that he left his little girl with the scion of a family quite equal to the Foresters.
With the strange sense of treading in an unreal world, Dan passed on with the rest of the chattering, laughing crowd to the pretty, rustic wharf jutting out into the waters, and up to the steep, narrow street where carriages were waiting to take them to the Forester home. The wide grounds and gardens were already gay with the gathering guests. Pretty, flower-decked tables were set in the maze. The trees were hung with Japanese lanterns, that a little later would glow into jewelled lights. There was a group of “grown-ups” on the porch,—mamma, beautiful in cloudy white; sisters and cousins and aunts,—for the Forester family was a large one. There were two grandmothers—one fat and one thin,—very elegant old ladies, with white hair rolled high upon their heads. They looked upon the youthful guests, through gold lorgnettes, and were really most awe-inspiring.
The St. Andrew’s boys were brought up and “presented” in due form. It was an ordeal. How Dan got through with it he didn’t know. He had never before been “presented” to any one but Polly. But dad managed it somehow, and on the porch friendly shadows were gathering that concealed any social discrepancies. Then Polly flitted off to don her party dress, and Dan found himself stranded on the danger reefs of this strange world, with dad giving the fat grandmother his family history.