Why Mr. Pore was ever able to sell anything I could not see. His manner was so superior and condescending. Harvie told me afterwards that Mr.
Pore had succeeded in spite of himself. He was scrupulously honest in the first place and then he always carried the best line of goods. As for the science of salesmanship: he had yet to learn its rudiments. He looked sore and irritated at having failed to make the sale but put on more than ever the manner of insulted royalty. I saw the farmer making for the rival store where a little later he emerged. Blinker had made the sale.
When I ventured the above remark, Annie looked as though she wished I wouldn"t, and her father, I am sure, regretted the fact that I was part English, and that English of good blood; otherwise he could easily have annihilated me.
"It is a matter I do not care to discuss," he said with a freezing hauteur.
"Oh, I am not discussing with you, my dear Mr. Pore! I am merely telling you. All of us are so devoted to Annie and we have looked forward to being with her on this house-party all summer. I am sure if Harvie had known earlier that you would not be able to spare Annie at this time, he would have been glad to postpone the party."
"Ahem--I--am compelled to take this occasion for a business trip. When one is engaged in mercantile pursuits, it is necessary to make periodical visits to the city to replenish one"s wares."
"Oh, certainly, I understand, but we still are dreadfully sorry about Annie. Of course we know that you want her to have all the pleasure on earth. That is the way fathers are made. We are sure you will make your stay as brief as possible so that Annie can join us at Maxton."
He looked somewhat taken aback and murmured something more about mercantile pursuits. Sleepy sat on a keg of nails with eyes as big as saucers while Annie had the startled expression of one who sees her friend enter the cage of a man-eating lion.
"You see I am an only child, too, Mr. Pore, and my mother is dead, just like Annie"s. I know better than anyone how much a father can be to a little motherless daughter, and how that father can plan and deny himself for his child. You can"t tell me anything about the love of a father."
As Mr. Pore had never attempted to tell of any such thing, this was most audacious of me. Annie was actually gasping and Sleepy choked, but Mr.
Pore looked at me quite solemnly through his gold-rimmed gla.s.ses.
"Sometimes my father is called away; you see a country doctor"s time is not his own, either, and he has had to leave me just when I felt I most needed him--on birthdays--and--and--all kinds of holidays, but he comes back to me just as fast as he can. My father is thinking of getting an a.s.sistant and then he can have more time, I hope. You have had an a.s.sistant, too, have you not?"
He bowed gravely.
"Where is he, then?"
"He is away on leave."
"Ill? That is too bad!"
"No, not ill! He is having a much-needed holiday."
"Oh, then he has gone on a trip?"
"I fancy not."
"Why, then I am sure he would be glad to come back and relieve Annie so she can come to Maxton. Oh, Mr. Pore, do please write for him to come on back and take his holiday later!"
"Really, Miss Allison----" he began in his most dignified Oxford donnish manner.
"Oh, I just know you will! You and Father and Mr. Tucker are all just alike. You can"t bear to deny your girls any pleasure."
His expression was comical at having these virtues thrust upon him.
"I--er--I--shall endeavor to return from this enforced journey, necessary to replenish the stock which one engaged in mercantile pursuits in the rural districts finds it expedient to carry, and on my return if all goes well with the business, I shall permit my daughter to enjoy the hospitality extended to her by my neighbor, General Price."
"I knew you would! I knew you would!" and I shook his limp hand which Dee Tucker had once said reminded her of nothing so much as an old pump handle that had lost the sucker. Everybody knows how that feels, at least everybody who has had dealings with pumps. You grasp the handle expecting some resistance and a flow of water in response; but when the sucker has disappeared, the handle will fly up in a strange limp manner and unless the pumper is wary there is danger of getting a lick in the nose.
I cared not for a response. If no flow of kindliness was the result of my enthusiasm, I cared not a whit. Annie was to be one of the house-party and I had saved the day. I remembered how Mr. Tucker, dear old Zebedee, had declared that he had won over Mr. Pore by treating him like a human being, that time he had persuaded him to let Annie come to Willoughby to the vacation party. I had treated him as I would any ordinary kind father and he had been so astonished and pleased at his portrait that he had unconsciously accepted it as a likeness and begun to pose to look like it.
CHAPTER III
ENGAGING IN MERCANTILE PURSUITS
A WARNING whistle from the up-going steamboat made the dignified Mr.
Pore step lively. With admonitions to Annie to keep an eye to business and with a limp handshake to Sleepy and me, a peck of a kiss on Annie"s white brow, he seized his ancient Gladstone bag and made for the landing. That bag must have been a leftover from the old days in England, and more precious it was in its owner"s eyes than the finest new suitcase that money might buy.
All of us were relieved that he was gone. I giggled with joy and Annie smiled at Sleepy and me as she had not done since we arrived.
"All the gang is coming down soon to see you, honey. They would have come with us but we slipped off," said I, going behind the counter to hug my little friend. I always have had a way of calling Annie my little friend, which is most absurd as she is inches taller than I am, but there has been a feeling somehow that she must be protected, and persons who must be protected seem little even when they are big.
"Gee, I wish I could take you on a little drive before they come!"
exclaimed Sleepy.
"That is very kind of you but of course I can"t leave the shop," sighed Annie.
"Yes, you can! I am here!"
"But I wouldn"t let you keep shop for me," laughed Annie.
"I"d like to know why not--I bet I can sell more things than you can.
Just you try me."
"It isn"t that! I just couldn"t let you. It is something I have to do but it is not right for you to do it."
"Such nonsense! You just put on your hat and go with Sleepy. How do you know what is the price of things?"
"Almost all the goods have marks on them but here is a list of prices, besides,--but Page, dear,--I just couldn"t let you do it."
"Well, you just can!" and I took off my own hat and put it on her head.
I hadn"t known before what a pretty hat it was. Any hat would be glorified by Annie"s wonderful honey-colored hair. "Now give me your ap.r.o.n!" and I untied the little frilly affair that Annie wore to keep shop in and put it on myself.
Sleepy took her by the arm and carried her off, protesting, laughing, holding back, but happy in being coerced.
"Take her for a long drive, Sleepy! I can run this store and sell it out of supplies in no time, I am sure."
I heard the sound of the red wheels of the spruce little buggy die away as the driver let the young horse have free rein. I gave a sigh of joy.
Here I was keeping store at last! What would Mammy Susan say? It is not often that the acme of one"s ambition is reached so young. I smoothed down my ap.r.o.n and slipped in behind the counter just as a customer entered.
It was a farmer"s wife who had driven over to the landing for provisions. She hitched her horse and ramshackle buggy in front of the store and came in prepared to spend a delightful hour. Going to the store in the country is the event of the week. Her eye had an eager gleam and there was a flush on her high cheek bones. She was a gaunt-looking woman with hair slicked up so tight under her stiff straw hat that it looked as though it must hurt. The hat had all the flowers that grow in an old-fashioned garden bedecking it, to say nothing of spiky bows of green ribbon and a rhinestone buckle. She had on a linen duster which had evidently been hastily donned over a calico house dress.
"Where"s Mr. Pore?"
"He has gone to Richmond."
"Where"s Annie?"