"There!" he said. "I got it. You were a good little girl not to interrupt me, Amarilly."
"It"s beautiful!" gasped Amarilly. "I was afeard you"d git the sky blue instead of purplish and that you"d make the clouds too white."
"Amarilly, you"ve the soul of an artist! In you I have found a true critic."
"Come and see if the rooms is all right. I got "em real clean. Every nook and corner. And--"
"I know you did, Amarilly, without looking. I can smell the clean from here."
"If thar"s nothin" more you want did, I"ll go hum."
"Here"s a dollar for the rooms and two dollars for the surplice.
Amarilly, you were glad to learn table manners from Miss King, weren"t you?"
"Yes; I like to larn all I kin."
"Then, will you let me teach you something?"
"Sure!" she acquiesced quickly.
"There are two things you must do for me. Never say "et"; say "ate"
instead. Then you must say "can"; not "kin." It will be hard to remember at first, but every time you forget and make a mistake, remember to-day and our jolly little luncheon, will you?"
"I will, and I _can_, Mr. Derry."
"You"re an apt little pupil, Amarilly, and I am going to teach you two words every time you come."
"Oh!" exclaimed Amarilly, brightening. "Will you want me ter come agin?"
"Indeed I shall. I am going away next week to the mountains for a couple of months. When I come back, I am going to have you come every morning at nine o"clock. You can prepare and serve my simple breakfast and clean my rooms every day. Then they won"t get so disreputable. I will pay you what they do at the theatre, and it will not be such hard work. Will you enjoy it as well?"
"Oh, better!" exclaimed Amarilly.
And with this naive admission died the last spark of Amarilly"s stage-l.u.s.t.
"Then consider yourself engaged. You can call for the surplice to-morrow afternoon at this hour."
"Thank you, Mr. Derry."
She hesitated, and then awkwardly extended her hand, which he shook most cordially.
"Thank you for a day"s entertainment, Amarilly. I haven"t been bored once. You have very nice hands," looking down at the one he still held.
She reddened and jerked her hand quickly away.
"Now you _are_ kiddin"! They"re redder than my hair, and rough and big."
"I repeat, Amarilly, you have nice hands. It isn"t size and color that counts; it"s shape, and from an artist"s standpoint you have shapely hands. Now will you be good, and shake hands with me in a perfectly ladylike way? Thank you, Amarilly."
"Thank _you_, Mr. Derry. It"s the beautifulest day I ever hed. Better"n the matinee or the Guild or--" she drew a quick breath and said in a scared whisper--"the church!"
"I am flattered, Amarilly. We shall have many ruby-lettered days like it."
CHAPTER X
The next afternoon Amarilly called at the studio for the surplice.
"I am glad to see you have your hair fixed as I told you, Amarilly," was Derry"s greeting. "And have you remembered the other things I told you?"
"I hev" writ out "can" and "ate" in big letters and pinned "em up on the wall. I can say "em right every time now."
"Of course you can! And for a reward here"s a dollar with which to buy some black velvet hair-ribbons. Never put any color but black or brown near your hair, Amarilly."
"No, Mr. Derry; but I don"t want to take the dollar."
"See here, Amarilly! You"re to be my little housemaid, and the uniform is always provided. Instead of buying you a cap and ap.r.o.n, I prefer to furnish velvet hair-ribbons. Take it, and get a good quality silk velvet. And now, good-by for two months. I will let you know when I am home so that you may begin on your duties."
"Good-by, Mr. Derry," said the little girl artlessly. "And thar"s something I"d like to say to you, if you don"t mind."
"You may say anything--everything--to me, Amarilly."
"When you go to eat, won"t you order jest as ef I was with you--nothin"
more?"
His fair boyish face reddened slightly, and then a serious look came into his dancing eyes.
"By Jove, Amarilly! I"ve been wishing some girl who really meant it, who really cared, would say that to me. You put it very delicately and sweetly. I"ll--yes, I"ll do it all the time I"m gone. There"s my hand on it. Good-by, Amarilly."
"Good-by, Mr. Derry."
Amarilly walked home very slowly, trying to think of a way to realize again from the surplice.
"I"m afeerd I won"t find a place to rent it right away," she sighed.
Looking up, she saw the Boarder. A slender, shy slip of a girl had his arm, and he was gazing into her intent eyes with a look of adoration.
"Oh, the Boarder is in love!" gasped Amarilly; her responsive little heart leaping in sympathetic interest. "That"s why he"s wore a blue necktie the last few days. Lord Algernon said that was allers a sure sign."
She tactfully slipped around a corner, unseen by the entranced couple.
That night, as he was lighting his after-supper pipe, the Boarder remarked casually:
"I"d like to rent the surplus fer an hour to-morrer, Amarilly."
"Why, what on airth can you do with it?" was the astonished query.