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Chapter 18 Back Into Line
There was a moment's pause. Dan was really too bewildered to speak. He felt he was reeling down from the rainbow heights to which Miss Polly had led him, and the shock took away his breath.
"It's all--all a horrid story; I'm sure it is,--isn't it, Dan?" pleaded his little friend, tremulously.
"Why, no!" said Dan, rallying to his simple, honest self again. "It isn't a story at all. I was a newsboy, I did shine boots at the street corner, and Aunt Winnie is with the Little Sisters of the Poor now."
"Bravo!--bravo!" came a low silvery voice from the shadows, and Miss Stella clapped her slender hands.
"O Dan, Dan!" cried poor little Miss Polly, sobbing outright. "A newsboy and bootblack! Oh, how could you fool me so, Dan?"
"With your infernal lies about your home and family!" burst forth dad, in sudden wrath at Polly's tears.
"I didn't fool,--I didn't lie, sir!" blurted out Dan, fiercely. "I did nothing of the kind!"
"If you will kindly do the boy justice to remember, he did not, Cousin Pem!" and Miss Stella's clear, sweet voice rose in witness. "You gave his family history yourself. He did not know what you were talking about, with your Crusading ancestors and the D'Olanes. I could see it in his face. You are all blood-blind up here, Cousin Pem. I was laughing to myself all the time, for I guessed who Dan Dolan was. I knew he was at St. Andrew's. His dear old Aunt Winnie is one of my truest friends."
"O Marraine, Marraine!" murmured Polly, eagerly. "And--and you don't mind it if--"
"If she is with the Little Sisters of the Poor, Pollykins? Not a bit! Some day I may be there myself. Now that this tempest in a teapot is over, you can all go off and finish your games. I am going to sit under this nice old tree and talk to Miss Winnie's boy."
And while dad, still a little hot at the trouble that had marred Polly's party, started the fun in another direction, Miss Stella gathered her silvery gown around her and sat down on the rustic bench beneath the old cedar, and talked to Dan,Discount UGG Boots. He learned how Aunt Winnie had sewed patiently and skilfully for this lovely lady a dozen years ago, when she was spending a gay season in his own town; and how the gentle old seamstress, with her simple faith and tender sympathy, her wise warnings to the gay, motherless girl, had won a place in her heart.
"I tried to coax her home with me," said Miss Stella, "to make it 'home,' as I felt she could; but Baby Danny was in the way,--the little Danny that she could not leave."
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"I should have told," he said,Fake Designer Handbags, lifting Aunt Winnie's own blue Irish eyes to Miss Stella's face,UGG Clerance,--"I should have said right out straight and square that I wasn't Polly's kind, and had no right to push in here with grand folks like hers. But it was all so fine it sort of turned my head."
"It will do that," replied Miss Stella, softly. "It has turned mine often, Danny. But now we both see straight and clear again, and I am going to make things straight and clear with all the others."