The Whole Truth

by Kit Pearson

  “Poll?” Maud was sitting on her bed and Tarka was licking her face. “Are you awake? It’s almost six o’clock.”

  Polly sat up. She hadn’t been asleep, but she’d been so far away that for a few seconds she wondered where she was. Then all of the horrible day rushed back. “Oh, Maud … what’s going to happen now?”

  “Nothing’s going to happen. We’re going to carry on exactly as we have been. The same rules apply, Poll. We won’t talk about Daddy, even between ourselves, and we won’t think about him. He’s still dead.”

  “But he isn’t really dead, and he didn’t steal anything,” said Polly firmly.

  “Right.”

  “Maud … can we talk just a little more? I’m still confused.”

  Maud sighed. “What are you confused about?”

  “You said that Daddy was locked in a room and then he escaped. But the policeman told us that he got mad at his boss and left!”

  “The policeman made up that stupid story to protect us—so we wouldn’t know about the stealing.”

  “But how did you find out?”

  “I went out early the next morning—I pretended we needed milk. I found a newspaper and read all about it. So I confronted Miss Reilly before you got up. Then they all knew I knew. I had to promise not to tell you. And then, of course, Daddy told me later.”

  “Did Daddy really leave a note on a tree?”

  “No—he left it in the room where they locked him up. But he knew the police dogs would track him to the river. He left a lot of footprints in the mud and threw his jacket into the water. He knew they’d want to believe he’d drowned.”

  “It’s like a movie!” said Polly.

  “Yes, it is. But you know Daddy, Doodle—he always did like acting.” They sat in silence, while Tarka rolled on the bed, whining because no one was rubbing his tummy.

  “Come to dinner now,” said Maud finally. “Noni sent me up to get you.”

  Polly laced up her shoes. Then her heart lifted a little. Daddy hadn’t neglected to say a proper goodbye that morning! He hadn’t known he’d be accused of stealing, so of course he hadn’t known it was the last time he’d see Polly.

  “Has Mrs. Tuttle gone?” asked Polly on the way downstairs.

  “Yes. I hid behind the bushes and watched Aunt Jean and Uncle Rand walk her to the wharf.”

  None of the grown-ups would meet Polly’s eyes at the dinner table. “Thank you for coping with Lydia, Jean,” said Noni. She took a sip of water. “The girls and I have talked about Daniel. I had to explain to Polly what happened, of course. Now we will simply carry on. No one is to ever know what Daniel did—do you understand, girls? But of course you wouldn’t want to tell anyone.”

  The three adults looked so ashamed—ashamed of Daddy, her good father who would never do anything wrong! Polly wanted to shout, He didn’t do it! And he’s still alive!

  But she couldn’t. She had to “carry on,” as Noni said. Her secret was so heavy she didn’t know how she could carry it at all.

  The next day Maud left for Duncan to spend the rest of the holidays with Sadie. She would go back to school from there.

  “But you won’t be here for your birthday!” said Polly.

  “I know, Poll. I wish I could, but Sadie’s having a New Year’s party and she wants me to be there.”

  Polly sighed. “When will you come home again?”

  “I’ll be here for Easter in April.”

  “April!”

  Maud looked guilty. “I’ll write to you every week, Doodle. Will you promise to write back?”

  Polly nodded. She was so drained from the day before that she had no energy left to argue.

  PART TWO

  “DEAR DADDY”

  CHAPTER TEN

  VALENTINES AND LAMBS

  December 27, 1932

  Dear Daddy,

  Oh, Daddy, I know all about the stealing! There was a stupid woman here and she told us, so it’s not Maud’s fault. I know you didn’t do it, Daddy! I’m so angry that all the grown-ups think you did. Even Noni does! They all act so ashamed of you. I want to persuade them that you are not a thief, but we’re not allowed to talk about it. And I wish so much I could tell them that you’re still alive. It’s such a big secret to keep.

  Daddy, why did you say in the letter to Maud not to tell me that you were accused of stealing the money? She says you didn’t want to upset me, but I was more upset when I thought you had left us because we were poor. Now I know that you had another reason too.

  Daddy, I want to be with you! I don’t know how I can wait until I’m grown up to see you again. I pray every night that it will be sooner.

  Your loving Doodle

  January 10, 1933

  Dear Daddy,

  I still feel angry, but everyone in the family is acting so normally that I have to as well. I wish I could talk to Noni about how you are innocent, but I know she won’t let me. If she knew you better, she would know that you would never steal anything.

  We celebrated New Year’s the way Noni and Aunt Jean used to in Scotland. They call it Hogmanay. I wore Gregor’s old kilt that Aunt Jean made over—it’s red and green and white, which is the MacGregor tartan. I was allowed to stay up until midnight, and I even had a sip of wine!

  Gregor was the First Footer. That means if the first person to come through the door in the New Year is a dark-haired man, it’s good luck. Gregor has dark brown hair, so he waited outside the door and came in one minute after midnight, carrying coal and shortbread for the house. Then we all linked arms and sang “Old Lang Sign.” (I can’t spell it, but that’s what it sounded like.) Aunt Jean was crying, and I felt like it too, but I didn’t cry until I went to bed, and then I cried for you.

  The next day I really missed Maud because it was her birthday. We had a cake for her anyway and we toasted her health, but it seemed so wrong that she wasn’t here. I can’t believe she’s sixteen!

  Now Gregor has left and I’ve gone back to school. Biddy and I are studying the local flora. That means all the plants that grow on the island. Miss Hunter lets us work on our own. We’ve made a mural that goes all around the classroom. We’re doing it with poster paints. Biddy did a blue-and-green background and I painted all the trees and flowers. I liked painting the arbutus tree the best. Chester told me how realistic it looked and I felt proud. He is the oldest pupil in the school and he’s always nice to me.

  Yesterday Alice made Miss Hunter cry. She called her a “stupid bitch”! I know I shouldn’t say bad words like that, but I’m just telling you what Alice said. Luke thinks we should tell the grown-ups how awful Alice is. But then her mother might whip her again and she’ll be even meaner to us and Miss Hunter.

  Tarka rolled in otter doo again after school and I had to bathe him. He hates that. I keep telling him that if he didn’t roll in it, he wouldn’t have to have a bath, but he doesn’t listen. He also stole a piece of venison pie from the larder. Later he threw up on the living room rug.

  Daddy, do you think it’s right to eat animals? Gregor shot some grouse and we had them for New Year’s dinner. They were so good, but then I saw some running in the ditch the next day and I felt bad that I’d eaten their relatives.

  Much love,

  Your Doodle

  January 26, 1933

  Dear Daddy,

  Last night we celebrated Robbie Burns Day. A lot of adults came for dinner. Some of them are Scotch, like Noni and Aunt Jean. I wore my kilt and passed things around. Mrs. Hooper made the most disgusting dinner—a kind of pudding cooked inside a sheep’s stomach! It’s called haggis and I didn’t eat any of it. Everyone made a big fuss over the haggis and Captain Hay even made a toast to it. Then he recited some of Robbie Burns’s poems, but I didn’t understand them.

  One of the guests was Mrs. Mackenzie, Alice’s mother. I see her in church every week, but this was the first chance I’ve had to look at her close up. She’s stern-looking with slitty eyes. She asked me how I was and I only said “Fine
.” Even though I don’t like Alice, I feel sorry for her having such a mean mother. I don’t know how Noni can befriends with someone who whips children, but I’m sure she doesn’t know that Alice gets beaten. Maybe I’ll tell her one day.

  Daddy, do you have a job in Ontario? Do you have friends? How I wish I could really talk to you!

  Lots of love,

  Polly

  Polly and Biddy were making valentines in Biddy’s room. They had bought red paper and gold paper and doilies at the store.

  “Would you draw me another heart, Polly?” asked Biddy. “You’re so good at them.”

  Polly drew many hearts. She and Biddy cut and glued industriously until they had a pile of eighteen valentines, one from each of them for every girl in the class—except for Alice, of course. Polly’s were neat and intricate. Biddy’s were sloppy, with smears of glue in the wrong places. On the back of each one they had written “Be My Valentine” with a large question mark.

  “Polly …”

  “What? Why are you laughing?”

  “Well … I’m going to make one more valentine—for a boy!”

  “Who?” asked Polly, because she knew Biddy wanted her to.

  “George.”

  “George?” George was so dull. He rarely spoke, and everything about him was slow, from his plodding gait to his earnest way of cleaning the blackboard.

  “I’ve always liked him,” said Biddy. “He has such long eyelashes! Draw me a really big heart, Polly. Make two—you could give a valentine to a boy too!”

  “I don’t want to,” said Polly. She didn’t like it when Biddy was silly like this.

  “Why not? They’ll never know who they’re from.”

  “I just don’t, that’s all.”

  She helped Biddy decorate an especially large heart. If she did want to, Polly thought, she’d make a valentine for Chester. He was the kindest boy she had ever met. Last week, when Polly had been late for school on her day to sweep the classroom floor, Chester had already done it for her so she wouldn’t get scolded.

  After they finished the valentines, Biddy took Polly to her meadow to see the new lambs. It was so warm for February that they didn’t need to wear jackets. They leaned on the fence as the tiny lambs chased each other as if they were playing tag. They had long tails like puppies.

  Polly had never seen lambs before. “Oh, Biddy! Look at that one!” she kept saying as the lambs leapt straight up into the air.

  As Polly walked home, she decided that she’d once again try to be a vegetarian.

  Polly and Biddy sat on the grass after school and compared their valentines. Polly had got ten. She smiled when she recognized Biddy’s messy heart. Biddy had received only nine. Who could Polly’s tenth one be from?

  It couldn’t be from Alice. Like the boys, she scoffed at valentines.

  “Counting your stupid valentines, Goldilocks?” she said, coming out of the school. Alice often called Polly that, since she was the only girl in the school who didn’t have a bob.

  As usual, Polly ignored Alice’s question. If you answered, she’d say something worse. To her relief, Alice walked away.

  “Did you see George’s face when he saw his valentine?” giggled Biddy. “All the other boys teased him!”

  Polly was still wondering about her tenth valentine. It stood out from the rest because it was bought from a store: a stiff, shiny heart with fancy lace all around it. On the back it said, “From a secret admirerer.”

  “Whoever sent this isn’t a very good speller!” said Polly.

  “I know who sent it,” Biddy told her. “Chester!”

  “Chester? How do you know?”

  “Because that’s how he makes his s’s! You watch, the next time he writes on the board.”

  “It couldn’t be Chester. Why would he send me a valentine?”

  “Because he’s sweet on you, of course! Polly has a sweetheart, Polly has a sweetheart!”

  “Biddy, stop! I’m only ten! I’m much too young to have a sweetheart. Let’s not talk about it.”

  Biddy shrugged, but she kept chuckling as they gathered up their valentines and walked over to their bikes.

  Polly watched Chester carefully the next day in school. He was as friendly as ever, but he didn’t act embarrassed. Had he really sent it? Maybe he had! Maybe he felt so safe in his anonymity that he didn’t act any differently.

  After a few weeks Polly burned all her valentines in the stove—except the one that was maybe from Chester. She hid that one with her letters to Daddy.

  March 5, 1933

  Dear Daddy,

  A terrible thing happened—an eagle snatched up one of Biddy’s father’s lambs! He saw it happen. I think that’s so sad.

  I’m not doing very well in arithmetic, Daddy. I used to be good at it, but I just don’t understand long division. This is the first time I’ve ever not done well in school! One evening I started crying when I couldn’t do the extra homework Miss Hunter gave me. Then Noni asked Uncle Rand to help me. Now I go to his study in the rectory every day before supper and he tutors me.

  I like Uncle Rand. He told me stories about when he was in France during the Great War. He didn’t have to fight, but he was a chaplain and comforted the men. I’m so glad you were too young to be in the war, Daddy. Uncle Rand says there will never be another one. I hope he is right.

  Daddy, you would be amazed to be here in the winter. There’s no snow! I miss it. I keep telling Biddy about tobogganing and making snowmen and snow forts and she’s envious. She said there was some snow last year, but it only lasted a few days. The snowdrops and crocuses are already up. I wish you could see them.

  Much love,

  Polly Wolly Doodle

  March 25, 1933

  Dear Daddy,

  There’s a lot to do here in the spring! Aunt Jean and I have planted seeds for radishes, beans, peas, and lettuce in the rectory garden. I helped Noni prune her roses. She paid Biddy and Luke and me a nickel for each starfish we collected at low tide. Noni cuts them up and digs them around the roses for fertilizer. Her roses grow so big that they win prizes at the fall fair.

  Last week there was a loud thumping in the woods behind the house. I asked Noni what it was and she said it was grouse! In the spring the boy grouse thumps his wings to attract the girl grouse—isn’t that strange? I hear them every day.

  Aunt Jean is having a feud with Mrs. Cunningham because she said Aunt Jean cheated at Whist. Now they won’t speak to each other. Noni told me they have always had feuds, even when they were both girls on the island. Biddy and I will never argue like that.

  Love,

  Doodle

  April 4, 1933

  Dear Daddy,

  Noni ordered me a whole lot of spring clothes from the Eaton’s catalogue because I’ve outgrown all my other ones. I’m getting two dresses (one blue and one yellow), several blouses, two skirts, black shoes and brown sandals, a blue tweed coat, and a straw hat with flowers to wear for Easter. I’ll feel like a princess!

  Maud is coming home for Easter. She’s bringing her friend Sadie with her because Sadie’s parents are in Vancouver looking after Sadie’s sick grandfather.

  I wish Sadie wasn’t coming! They’re going to sleep in our room and I have to sleep in the box room down the hall. Noni had to move her trunks and hat boxes up to the attic to make room for my cot. Biddy is going to visit her cousins in Comox for the holidays and I won’t have anyone to play with.

  Much love,

  Polly

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  NEW SECRETS

  “And thank you for bringing our Maud and her friend Sadie home to us to share our Easter celebration,” said Uncle Rand as he finished grace.

  Sadie winked at Polly, and Polly winked back. Sadie was turning out to be a pleasant surprise. She joked as much as Gregor and she called Polly “Pollywog” just the way he did. Polly was enjoying showing Sadie the island. Yesterday she and Maud had taken her fishing off the wharf. They’d caught so many c
od that Mrs. Hooper couldn’t cook them all. They put the extra fish in a basket and took them to a poor family near the lighthouse.

  Polly hadn’t meant to eat any of the cod, but she’d tried a bit and it was so good that she couldn’t resist it. Now she stared at the roast lamb Aunt Jean was putting on the table. She tried to think of the little lambs playing in the meadow. Before she could refuse any, a plate of lamb was passed to her. Polly nibbled at a bit of it. It was so delicious she had to eat more.

  Everyone at the table was so jolly that it was hard to feel guilty. Gregor’s and Sadie’s voices rose in a crescendo as they teased each other. It was so obvious that they liked each other. Sadie managed to be wherever Gregor was, and he kept gazing adoringly at her. Aunt Jean seemed to have just as great a crush on Sadie as Gregor did. She had long conversations with her about her family and approved of everything Sadie said.

  Sadie had already told Maud and Polly how much she liked Gregor.

  “But he’s so goofy!” Maud said.

  “That’s why I like him. He’s goofy, but inside he’s as principled as his father. I’m going to marry him one day.”

  “Marry him!” Maud looked stunned. “Sadie, how can you know that? You’re only sixteen!”

  “I just know,” said Sadie quietly. “You wait and see. Now, who is this creature shadowing me?”

  Tarka started whining. Sadie had taught him how to dance in a circle for a cookie.

  After Easter dinner Polly went upstairs to change out of her new yellow dress. Maud came into the box room. “There’s something I want to talk to you about, Poll,” she said.

  Polly shivered. Had Maud heard from Daddy? She had been unusually silent these holidays.

  It wasn’t Daddy. Maud sat down on the bed and announced that she had become a Christian.

  “But you already are one!” said Polly.

  “Now I’m really a Christian—I’ve been saved.” Maud had a queer look in her eyes, as if she were staring at something in the air. “I’ve received Jesus in my heart, Doodle. It’s incredible—I’ve never felt so certain about anything in my life!”