<h2 id="c16"><br/>CHAPTER XVI <br/><span class="sc">The Apology</span></h2>
<p>“But—but I didn’t do it in that
spirit in the least, Miss Polly,”
the young man pleaded, still
refusing to let the girls pass him unless
they actually forced their way. “It was
all a joke, a horribly poor one, I agree
with Miss Meg. But it began by accident
and then grew until none of us realized how
foolish and worse than that it was. Oh,
if you only knew what it is like to feel
like a cad and to hate yourself through and
through and yet to know that whatever
you do you can never change things!
We never dreamed you would take it all
so seriously or be so completely deceived.
We thought you would see through us pretty
soon and then scold for a while and afterwards
laugh along with the rest of us.”</p>
<div class="pb" id="Page_184">[184]</div>
<p>“But Polly’s ambition is not a joke to
her,” Betty returned, seeing that Polly
either couldn’t or wouldn’t speak. “She
takes it as seriously as you can take the
most serious ambition of your life. And
to come here and do her best in order that
all of you might make fun of her, really
it is so cruel and in such bad taste I don’t
feel I can like any of you for a long time,
not even Meg and Mollie.” Betty’s gray
eyes were so full of high-bred reproach,
her face betrayed such a spiritual distaste
that, if Billy Webster could have felt
more humbled, which was quite impossible,
he would have at this moment.</p>
<p>“But I was not making fun, at least not
after Miss Polly began her recitation,”
he returned. “I thought it quite remarkable
and I would have given a very
great deal if that accident had not happened
so that I might have heard her straight
through. I confess I don’t approve of
well-bred girls even thinking of going on
the stage, and I do sincerely hope Miss
Polly will give up the idea before she is
much older, but if it’s a question of talent,
well, I don’t think there can be much doubt
of her having talent enough.”</p>
<div class="pb" id="Page_185">[185]</div>
<p>Billy said this so earnestly and with
such evident sincerity that at any other
time it might have slightly appeased Polly.
Now, however, her feelings were too badly
wounded for any outside balm.</p>
<p>Mollie was crying, so that she could
hardly do or say anything, but Meg walked
quietly up to Billy Webster, taking him
by the sleeve. “Let the girls go now,
Billy, please. It is not the time to detain
them. Perhaps when Polly has thought
things over a little she will realize we did
not intend to wound her so deeply and will
remember that she has probably made
mistakes with people sometimes herself.
I expect Mollie had better stay all night
with me so that she won’t have to discuss
this question any more to-night.”</p>
<p>And at this Polly and Betty both looking
a little relieved retired into the hall, where
they found their coats and hats and put
them on with Meg’s assistance, saying
good-bye to her politely enough as they
started toward home.</p>
<div class="pb" id="Page_186">[186]</div>
<p>It was not necessary, however, for Polly
to have to ask Betty not to talk to her
on their way to the cabin, for Betty’s
gift of sympathy and understanding was one
of her surest charms. She even explained
to Rose and the other girls on their
arrival that Polly had developed a headache
on the trip back from town and
asked to be left alone for the rest of the
evening to sleep it off. However, when
supper was over, by Polly’s request, she
asked that Rose would give her a few quiet
moments and in those moments she made
her friend’s and her own confessions. Rose
was not quite so angry, or so wholly on
Polly’s side, as Betty believed she should
be. For in the first place Miss Dyer was
vexed with the two girls for not having
told her of their intentions and suggested
that their interview having developed into
a joke was perhaps the best way out of it.
It was rather an unkind joke, but then
Polly took herself far too seriously and
in her heart of hearts Rose hoped the young
lady might learn a useful lesson through
her uncomfortable experience.</p>
<div class="pb" id="Page_187">[187]</div>
<p>And in a measure Rose’s wish was gratified,
for Polly did not soon recover from
her hurt and shame and did not refer
again either to Miss Adams or her own
future ambition. Apparently, so far as
any one knew, she had given up all thought
of it, for she settled down more seriously
to the work of the Camp Fire, gaining
each month additional honors, and was
also working to acquire a prize at school.
Of course she had to forgive Mollie her
part in her discomfiture; Mollie was so
truly repentant once she discovered how
deep was her sister’s hurt and Polly with
all her faults was not one to cherish anger.
Then by and by she also made up with
Meg, though it was a good many years
before she had exactly the same intimate
feeling with her as she had with the other
Camp Fire girls. In future years it was
always Mollie and Meg who were particularly
intimate. But there was one person
whom Polly could not bring herself
to pardon. For the rest of that winter
she never again spoke to Billy Webster.
He and Mollie remained good friends and
sometimes with another girl used to take
walks together, so that Polly saw him now
and then at the cabin and oftentimes
when she was walking or driving through
his father’s woods. However, though he
never failed to raise his hat to her, she
always behaved as though he were made
of thin air and so impossible for her to
behold.</p>
<div class="pb" id="Page_188">[188]</div>
<p>However, Polly had not given up her
ambition in spite of her altered behavior.
Nevertheless, the shock to her pride had,
though she did not herself realize it, been
extremely good for her, making her realize
how silly her pretensions must seem to
other people. And so through this, and
by watching Esther Clark go quietly ahead
with her music, working steadily without
asking either for reward or admiration,
she learned several valuable lessons. Besides,
Polly was so truly happy in the
thought that her beloved mother was to
return home early in the spring.</p>
<div class="pb" id="Page_189">[189]</div>
<p>Mrs. O’Neill had written her daughters that she
was coming home in April and that she had
a wonderful secret to tell them which she
hoped they would rejoice in for her sake.
She also said that an old Irish uncle had
died during her stay abroad and had left
to Mollie and Polly a legacy of two thousand
dollars each, so that they need have no
worry about their education. If it were
possible Mrs. O’Neill hoped to see Mrs.
Ashton before coming back to America,
so that she could bring Betty and Dick
a better report of their father’s exact
condition than letters had yet been able
to give them.</p>
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