"
Mrs. Brewster choked a laugh as she saw the sublime look in the help's"
eyes, and hurried out. Eleanor then suggested:
"Now you run away and beautify yourself, Sary, and I will wash the
dishes to-night."
Sary needed no second invitation and in another moment she had
disappeared to her "boudoir" back of the buttery.
Eleanor was as good as her word, for she was soon busy with dish-water
and mop, rattling the china, and banging pans about as if noise and
bustle were sure signs of hard work and energy. Polly laughed as she
cleared away the remains of the meal and then caught up a towel to dry
the dishes. As they worked the two girls talked.
"Poll, now that you have this gold mine, what will you do with all the
wealth that is yours?" asked Eleanor.
Polly held a decorated plate in front of her face to hide her smile,
and pretended to be looking for grease on its surface. When she had
straightened her face again, she said: "Oh, I'm going away to school,
first of all. I'm not so sure that I want to stay in Denver, now that
you have told me all about Chicago. I'll write for catalogues of
schools there; and then I can see John quite often during the school
year."
"Just what I would have suggested, Poll! Then you can live at home with
me. Dad and you and I will have the best times!"
To accentuate her approval of Polly's premature plans, Eleanor swished
the dish-mop wildly up and down in the soapy water, but the suds flew
up lightly, as soapsuds will, and a bubble burst in Polly's eye.
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