The maid came.
"Martha, present my compliments to Mrs. Black, and ask her what "sundries" include."
Martha came back smiling.
"Please, miss, Mrs. Black"s compliments, and "sundries" means that you complained that the coffee was muddy, and after that she cleared it with an egg. "Sundries" means the eggs."
"Martha," I said, weakly, "give me those Crown salts. No, no, I forgot; those are Mrs. Black"s salts. Take them out and tell her I only smelled them once."
"Martha," said my sister, dragging my purse out from under my pillow, "here is sixpence not to tell Mrs. Black anything." Then when Martha disappeared she said, "How often have I told you not to jest with servants?"
"I forgot," I said, humbly. "But Martha has a sense of humor, don"t you think?"
"I never thought anything about it. But what are you going to do about that bill?"
"I"m going to argue about it, and declare I won"t pay it, and then pay it like a true American. Would you have me upset the traditions? But I"ve got to go to the bank first."
I did just as I said. I argued to no avail. Mrs. Black was quite haughty, and made me feel like a chimney-sweep. I paid her in full, and when I came up I said:
"You are quite right. She has a poor opinion of us. When I asked her how long it would take to drive to a house in West End, she said, "Why do you want to know?" I said I "wanted to see the house.""
"Didn"t you tell her we were _invited_ there?" asked my sister, scandalized.
"No; I said I had heard a good deal about the house, and she said it was open to the public on Fridays. So I said we"d go then."
"I think you are horrid!" cried Bee. "The insolence of that woman! And you actually think it is funny! You think _everything_ is funny."
I soothed her by pointing out some of the things which I considered sad, notably English people trying to enjoy themselves. Then the men began to drop in for tea, and that succeeded in making her forget her troubles.
Reggie and the Duke arrived together. My sister at once took charge of the Duke, while Reggie said to me, "I say, what sort of creature is the old girl below?"
"Not a very good sort, I am afraid. Why? What has she done now?"
"Why, she stopped Abingdon and me and asked us to wipe our shoes."
"She asked the Duke of Abingdon to wipe his shoes?" I gasped, in a whisper.
"Yes; and Freddie, who was just ahead of us, turned back and said, "My good woman, was the cab very dirty, do you think?""
"Oh, don"t tell my sister! She has almost died of Mrs. Black already to-day; this would finish her completely."
"Well, you must give your woman a talking to--a regular going over, d"ye know? Tell her you"ll be the mistress of the whole blooming house or you"ll tear it to pieces. That"s the way to talk to "em. I told my landlady in Edinburgh once that I"d chuck her out of the window if she spoke to me until she was spoken to. She came up and rapped on the door one Sat.u.r.day night at ten o"clock, when I had some fellows there, and told me to send those men home and go to bed."
"Then she isn"t taking advantage of us because we are Americans, the way the cabmen do?"
"Oh yes, I dare say she is; but you must stand up to her. They"re a set of thieves, the whole of "em. I say, that"s a pretty picture you"ve got pinned up there."
"That"s to hide a hole in the lace curtain," I explained, gratuitously. Then I remembered, and glanced apprehensively at my sister, but fortunately she had not heard me. "That is one of the pictures from _Truth_, an American magazine. I always save the middle picture when it is pretty, and pin it up on the wall."
"That is one thing where the States are away ahead of us--in their ill.u.s.trated magazines."
"Don"t say "the States!" I"ve told you before. I didn"t know you ever admitted that anything was better in America."
Reggie only smiled affably. He ignored my offer of battle, and said:
"Abingdon is asking your sister to dine. I"m asked, and Freddie and his wife, and I think you will enjoy it."
When they were all gone I marched downstairs to Mrs. Black without saying a word to any one. When I came up I found my sister hanging over the banisters.
"What is the matter? What have you done? I knew you were angry by the way you looked."
"It was lovely!" I said. "I sent for Mrs. Black, and said, "Mrs.
Black, do you know the name of the gentleman whom you asked to wipe his shoes to-day?" "No," said she. "It was the Duke of Abingdon," I said, sternly, well knowing the unspeakable reverence which the middle-cla.s.s English have for a t.i.tle. She turned purple. She fell back against the wall, muttering, "The Duke of Abingdon! The Duke of Abingdon!" I believe she is still leaning up against the wall muttering that holy name. A t.i.tle to Mrs. Black!"
The next day both the Tabbies were curtsying in the hall when we started out. We were going on a coach to Richmond with Julia and her husband, and another American girl, and then Julia"s husband was going to row us up the Thames to Hampton Court for tea, and they were all going to dine with us at Scott"s when we got home.
It was a lovely day. The trees were a ma.s.s of bloom, and everybody ought to have enjoyed himself. We were having a very good time of it among ourselves reading the absurd signs, until we noticed the three girls who sat opposite to us. They had serious faces, and long, consumptive teeth, which they never succeeded in completely hiding. I knew just how they would look when they were dead; I knew that those two long front teeth would still-- They listened to all we said without a flicker of the eyelashes. Occasionally they looked down at the size of the American girl"s little feet and then involuntarily drew their own back out of sight.
Presently I espied a sign, "Funerals, for this week only, at half price." I seized Julia"s hand. "Stop, oh, stop the coach and let"s get a funeral! We may never have an opportunity to get a bargain in funerals again. And the sale lasts only one week. Everybody told me before I came away to get what I wanted at the moment I saw it; not to wait, thinking I would come back. So unless we order one now we may have to pay the full price. And a funeral would be such a good investment; it would keep forever. You"d never feel like using it before you actually needed it. Do let me get one now!"
Of course, Julia, my sister, and Julia"s husband were in gales of laughter; but what finished me off was to see three serious creatures opposite rise as if pulled by one string, look in an anxious way at me and then at the sign, while the teeth began to say to each other: "What did she say? What does she mean? What does she want a funeral for?"
We had a lovely day, but everybody we met on the river looked very unhappy, and n.o.body seemed to be at all glad that we were there or that we were rising to the occasion. When we got home I was too tired to notice things, but my sister, who sees everything, whispered:
"I verily believe they"ve put down a new stair-carpet to-day."
The next morning such a sight met our astonished eyes. There was a new carpet on the hall. There were new curtains in our drawing-room. All the covers had been removed from their sacred furniture. Bra.s.s andirons replaced the old ones. The piano had a new cover. There was a rocking-chair for each (we had only one before), and while we were still speechless with amazement Mrs. Black came in with our bill.
"I have been thinking this over since yesterday, and I have decided that as long as you did not understand about the extras, it would be no more than right that I should take them off. So I owe you this."
I took the money, and it dropped from my nerveless fingers. Mrs. Black picked it up and put it on the table--the mahogany table.
"You see I propped your palms for you in your absence, and I repotted four of them. I thought they would grow better. Here are some periodicals I sent to the library for, thinking you might like to look at them, and I put my new calendar over your writing-desk. Now, is there any little delicacy you would like for your luncheon?"
While Bee was getting rid of her I made a few rapid mental calculations.
"Bee," I said, "we are going to stay over here two years. Let"s buy the Duke and take him with us."
The reaction has come. I knew it would. It always does. It is a mortification to be obliged to admit it in the face of London, and all that we have had done for us, but the fact is we are homesick--wretchedly, bitterly homesick. I remember how, when other people have been here and written that they were homesick, I have sniffed with contempt and have said to myself, "What poor taste! Just wait until _my_ turn comes to go to Europe! I"ll show them what it is to enjoy every moment of my stay!"
But now--dear me, I can remember that I have made invidious remarks about New York, and have objected to the odors in Chicago, and have hated the Illinois Central turnstiles. But if I could be back in America I would not mind being caught in a turnstile all day. Dear America! Dear Lake Michigan! Dear Chicago!
I have talked the matter over with my sister, and we have decided that it must be the people, for certainly the novelty is not yet worn off of this marvellous London. We like individually nearly every one whom we have met, but as a nation the English are to me an acquired taste--just like olives and German opera.
To explain. My friendly, volatile American feelings are constantly being shocked at the ma.s.sed and consolidated indifference of English men and women to each other. They care for n.o.body but themselves. In a certain sense this indifference to other people"s opinions is very satisfactory. It makes you feel that no matter how outrageous you wanted to be you could not cause a ripple of excitement or interest--unless Royalty noticed your action. Then London would tread itself to death in its efforts to see and hear you. But if an Englishman entered a packed theatre on his hands with his feet in the air, and thus proceeded to make the rounds of the house, the audience would only give one glance, just to make sure that it was nothing more abnormal than a man in evening dress, carrying his crush-hat between his feet and walking on his hands, and then they would return to their exciting conversation of where they were "going to show after the play." Even the maids who usher would not smile, but would stoop and put his programme between his teeth for him, and turn to the next comer.