It seemed incredible that the marvelous events of the night before could happen all over again; but they did. She had only to imitate her own performance to send the audience into peals of laughter. It would have been more fun to try new tricks, but on this point Pulatki was adamant.
"I vant zat you do ze same act, no more, no less, see?" he demanded of her, fiercely.
When the encore came, and at Reeser"s command she s.n.a.t.c.hed off her bear"s head and made her funny, awkward, little bow, she involuntarily glanced down at the orchestra. Mr. Demry was not there, but in the parquet she encountered a pair of importunate eyes that set her pulses bounding. They sought her out in the subsequent chorus and followed her every movement in the grand march that followed.
"Mr. Mac"s down there," she whispered excitedly to Birdie as they pa.s.sed in the first figure, but Birdie tossed her head and flirted persistently with the gallery which was quite unused to such marked attention from the princ.i.p.al show girl.
There was no supper after the play that night, and it was only after much persuasion on Mac"s part, reinforced by the belated Monte, that Birdie was induced to come out of her sulks and go for a drive around the park.
"Me for the front seat!" cried Nance hoydenishly, and then, as Mac jumped in beside her and took the wheel, she saw her mistake.
"Oh! I didn"t know--" she began, but Mac caught her hand and gave it a grateful squeeze.
"Confess you wanted to sit by me!" he whispered.
"But I didn"t!" she protested hotly. "I never was in a automobile before and I just wanted to see how it worked!"
She almost persuaded herself that this was true when they reached the long stretch of parkway, and Mac let her take the wheel. It was only when in the course of instruction Mac"s hand lingered too long on hers, or his gay, careless face leaned too close, that she had her misgivings.
"Say! this is great!" she cried rapturously, with her feet braced and her eyes on the long road ahead. "When it don"t get the hic-cups, it beats a horse all hollow!"
"What do you know about horses?" teased Mac, giving unnecessary a.s.sistance with the wheel.
"Enough to keep my hands off the reins when another fellow"s driving!"
she said coolly--a remark that moved Mac to boisterous laughter.
When they were on the homeward way and Mac had taken the wheel again, they found little to say to each other. Once he got her to light a cigarette for him, and once or twice she asked a question about the engine. In Calvary Alley one talked or one didn"t as the mood suggested, and Nance was unversed in the fine art of making conversation. It disturbed her not a whit that she and the handsome youth beside her had no common topic of interest. It was quite enough for her to sit there beside him, keenly aware that his arm was pressing hers and that every time she glanced up she found him glancing down.
It was a night of snow and moonshine, one of those transitorial nights when winter is going and spring is coming. Nance held her breath as the car plunged headlong into one ma.s.s of black shadows after another only to emerge triumphant into the white moonlight. She loved the unexpected revelations of the headlights, which turned the dim road to silver and lit up the dark turf at the wayside. She loved the crystal-clear moon that was sailing off and away across those dim fields of virgin snow. And then she was not thinking any longer, but feeling--feeling beauty and wonder and happiness and always the blissful thrill of that arm pressed against her own.
Not until they were nearing the city did she remember the couple on the back seat.
"Wake up there!" shouted Mac, tossing his cap over his shoulder. "Gone to sleep?"
"I am trying to induce Miss Birdie to go to the carnival ball with me to-morrow night," said Monte. "It"s going to be no end of a lark."
"Take me, too, Birdie, please!" burst out Nance with such childish vehemence that they all laughed.
"What"s the matter with us all going?" cried Mac, instantly on fire at the suggestion. "Mother"s having a dinner to-morrow night, but I can join you after the show. What do you say, Bird?"
But Birdie was still in the sulks, and it was not until Mac had changed places with Monte and brought the full battery of his persuasions to bear upon her that she agreed to the plan.
That night when the girls were tucked comfortably in bed and the lights were out, they discussed ways and means.
"I"m going to see if I can"t borrow a couple of red-bird costumes off Mrs. Ryan," said Birdie, whose good humor seemed completely restored.
"We"ll buy a couple of masks. I don"t know what Monte"s letting us in for, but I"ll try anything once."
"Will there be dancing, Birdie?" asked Nance, her eyes shining in the dark.
"Of course, Silly! Nothing but. Say, what was the matter with you and Mac to-night? You didn"t seem to hit it off."
"Oh! we got along pretty good."
"I never heard you talking much. By the way, he"s going to take me to-morrow night, and you are going with Monte."
"Any old way suits me!" said Nance, "just so I get there." But she lay awake for a time staring into the dark, thinking things over.
"Does he always call you "Bird"?" she asked after a long silence.
"Who, Mac? Yes. Why?"
"Oh! Nothing," said Nance.
The next day being Sat.u.r.day, there were two performances, beside the packing necessary for an early departure on the morrow. But notwithstanding the full day ahead of her, Birdie spent the morning in bed, languidly directing Nance, who emptied the wardrobe and bureau drawers and sorted and folded the soiled finery. Toward noon she got up and, petulantly declaring that the room was suffocating, announced that she was going out to do some shopping.
"I"ll come, too," said Nance, to whom the purchasing of wearing apparel was a new and exciting experience.
"No; you finish up here," said Birdie. "I"ll be back soon."
Nance went to the window and watched for her to come out in the street below. She was beginning to be worried about Birdie. What made her so restless and discontented? Why wouldn"t she go to see her mother? Why was she so cross with Mac Clarke when he was with her and so miserable when he was away? While she pondered it over, she saw Birdie cross the street and stand irresolute for a moment, before she turned her back on the shopping district and hastened off to the east where the tall pipes of the factories stood like exclamation points along the sky-line.
Already the noon whistles were blowing, and she recognized, above the rest, the shrill voice of Clarke"s Bottle Factory. How she used to listen for that whistle, especially on Sat.u.r.days. Why, _this_ was Sat.u.r.day! In the exciting rush of events she had forgotten completely that Dan would be waiting for her at five o"clock at the foot of Cemetery Street. Never once in the months she had been at Miss Bobinet"s had he failed to be there on Sat.u.r.day afternoon. If only she could send him some word, make some excuse! But it was not easy to deceive Dan, and she knew he would never rest until he got at the truth of the matter.
No; she had better take Mrs. Snawdor"s advice and run no risks. And yet that thought of Dan waiting patiently at the corner tormented her as she finished the packing.
When the time arrived to report at the theater, Birdie had not returned, so Nance rushed off alone at the last minute. It was not until the first chorus was about to be called that the princ.i.p.al show girl, flushed and tired, flung herself into the dressing-room and made a lightning change in time to take her place at the head of the line.
There was a rehearsal between the afternoon and evening performances, and the girls had little time for confidences.
"Don"t ask me any questions!" said Birdie crossly, as she sat before her dressing-table, wearily washing off the make-up of the afternoon in order to put on the make-up of the evening. "I"m so dog tired I"d lots rather be going to bed than to that carnival thing!"
"Don"t you back out!" warned Nance, to whom it was ridiculous that any one should be tired under such exhilarating circ.u.mstances.
"Oh, I"ll go," said Birdie, "if it"s just for the sake of getting something decent to eat. I"m sick of dancing on crackers and ice-water."
That night Nance, for the first time, was reconciled to the final curtain. The weather was threatening and the audience was small, but that was not what took the keen edge off the performance. It was the absence in the parquet of a certain pair of pursuing eyes that made all the difference. Moreover, the prospect of the carnival ball made even the footlights pale by comparison.
The wardrobe woman, after much coaxing and bribing, had been induced to lend the girls two of the property costumes, and Nance, with the help of several giggling a.s.sistants, was being initiated into the mysteries of the red-bird costume. When she had donned the crimson tights, and high-heeled crimson boots, and the short-spangled slip with its black gauze wings, she gave a half-abashed glance at herself in the long mirror.
"I can"t do it, Birdie!" she cried, "I feel like a fool. You be a red bird, and let me be a bear!"
"Don"t we all do it every night?" asked Birdie. "When we"ve got on our masks, n.o.body "ll know us. We"ll just be a couple of "Rag-Time Follies"
taking a night off."
"Don"t she look cute with her cap on?" cried one of the girls. "I"d give my head to be going!"
Nance put on a borrowed rain-coat which was to serve as evening wrap as well and, with a kiss all around and many parting gibes, ran up the steps in Birdie"s wake.
The court outside the stage entrance was a bobbing ma.s.s of umbrellas.