Part 14

"Well, it's all over now," said Joel merrily, "so say no more about it."

But it wasn't all over with Jenkins; and he resolved within himself to pay Joel Pepper up sometime, after the boys had forgotten a little about this last exploit, if they ever did.

And that afternoon Joel staid in, foregoing all the charms of a ball game, to write Mamsie a complete account of the affair, making light of the other boys' part in it, and praising up Tom Beresford to the skies. "And oh, Mamsie," Joel wrote over and over, "Dave didn't have anything to do with it--truly he didn't. And Mr. Harrow is just bully," he wrote,--then scratched it out although it mussed the letter up dreadfully--"he's fine, he is! And oh, I like Dr. Marks, ever so much, I do"--till Mrs. Fisher had a tolerably good idea of the whole thing.

"I'm not sorry, Adoniram," she said, after Dr. Fisher had read the letter at least twice, and then looked over his spectacles at her keenly, "that I agreed with Mr. King that it was best that the boys should go away to school."

"Now any other woman," exclaimed the little doctor admiringly, "would have whimpered right out, and carried on dreadfully at the least sign of trouble coming to her boy."

"No, I'm not a bit sorry," repeated Mrs. Fisher firmly, "for it's going to be the making of Joel, to teach him to take care of himself. And I'd trust him anywhere," she added proudly.

"So you may; so you may, my dear," declared the little doctor gaily. "And I guess, if the truth were told, that Joel's part in this whole scrape hasn't been such a very bad one after all."

Which came to be the general view when Dr. Marks' letter arrived, and one from the under-instructor followed, setting things in the right light. And although old Mr. King was for going off directly to interview the master, with several separate and distinct complaints and criticisms, he was at last persuaded to give up the trip and let matters work their course under the proper guidance at the school.

"So, Polly, my child," he said on the following day, when the letters were all in, "I believe I'll trust Dr. Marks, after all, to settle the affair. He seems a very good sort of a man, on the whole, and I really suppose he knows what to do with a lot of boys; though goodness me! how he can, passes my comprehension. So I am not going."

"Oh Grandpapa!" exclaimed Polly, the color flooding her cheek, and she seized his hand in a glad little way.

"Yes, I really see no necessity for going," went on the old gentleman, much as if he were being urged out of his way to set forth; "so I shall stay at home. Joel can take care of himself. I'd trust him anywhere," he brought up, using the same words that Mother Fisher had employed.

"Wouldn't you, Grandpapa!" cried Polly with sparkling eyes, and clinging to him.

"Yes, Polly, my child," said Grandpapa emphatically, "because, no matter into what mischief Joe may get, he always owns up. Goodness me! Polly, that boy can't go very far wrong, with such a mother as you've got."

Alexia Rhys, running through the wide hall, came upon the two. "Oh, beg pardon, and may we girls have Polly?" all in the same breath.

"Get away with you," laughed old Mr. King, who had his own reasons for liking Alexia, "that's the way you always do, trying to get Polly Pepper away when we are having a good talk."

"Oh dear!" exclaimed Alexia, doing her best to curb her impatience, and pinching her hands together, "we did so want--"

"I can't go now, Alexia," said Polly, still clinging to Mr. King's hand.

Grandpapa sent a keen glance over into Alexia's face. "I think you better go, Polly," he said. "You and I will have our talk later."

"Oh goody!" cried Alexia, hopping up and down. And "Oh Grandpapa!" reproachfully from Polly.

"Yes, Polly, it's best for you to go with the girls now," said old Mr. King, gently relinquishing her hands, "so run along with you, child." And he went into the library.

"Come right along," cried Alexia gustily, and pulling Polly down the hall.

"There now, you see, you've dragged me away from Grandpapa," cried Polly in a vexed way.

"Well, he said you were to go," cried Alexia, perfectly delighted at the result. "Oh, we're to have such fun! You can't think, Polly Pepper."

"Of course he did, when you said the girls wanted me," said Polly, half determined, even then, to run back. "I'd much rather have staid with him, Alexia."

"Well, you can't, because he said you were to come; and besides, here are the girls." And there they were on the back porch, six or eight of them in a group.

"Oh Polly, Polly!" they cried, "are you coming--can you really go?" swarming around her. "And do get your hat on," said Clem Forsythe "and hurry up."

"Where are you going?" asked Polly.

"The idea! Alexia Rhys, you are a great one to send after her," cried Sally Moore. "Not even to tell her where we are going, or what we want her for!"