She who had once been so independent, so self-reliant, now
felt the need of direction from above. She was no longer master
of her own soul, something had gone from her, something that
would never, never come again. While she hesitated, Hasty came
through the gate looking anxiously over his shoulder.
"Well, Hasty?" she said, for it was apparent that Hasty had
something important on his mind.
"It's de big one from de circus," he whispered, excitedly.
"The big one?"
"You know-- De one what brung you."
"You don't mean--?" Polly's question was answered by Jim himself
who had followed Hasty quickly through the gate. Their arms were
instantly about each other. Jim forgot Hasty and every one in
the world except Polly, and neither of them noticed the horrified
Miss Perkins and the Widow Willoughby, who had been crossing the
yard on their way from the Sunday- school-room with Julia.
"You're just as big as ever," said Polly, when she could let go
of Jim long enough to look at him. "You haven't changed a bit."
"You've changed enough for both of us." He looked at the
unfamiliar long skirts and the new way of doing her hair.
"You're bigger, Poll; more grown up like."
"Oh, Jim!" She glanced admiringly at the new brown suit, the
rather startling tie, and the neat little posy in Jim's
buttonhole.
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