"Yes, yes," said Mr. Sack. "Exactly. That"s what I did."
"And though I wouldn"t wish," said Anna-Felicitas, "to say anything against somebody who so very nearly was my hostess, yet really, you know, wasn"t Mrs. Sack"s att.i.tude rather churlish?"
Mr. Sack gazed at her. "Oh, aren"t you a pretty--" he began again, with a kind of agonized enthusiasm; but he was again cut short by Anna-Rose, on whom facts of a disturbing nature were beginning to press.
"Aunt Alice," she said, looking and feeling extremely perturbed as the situation slowly grew clear to her, "told us we were never to stay with people whose wives are somewhere else. Unless they have a mother or other female relative living with them. She was most particular about it, and said whatever else we did we weren"t ever to do this. So I"m afraid," she continued in her politest voice, determined to behave beautifully under circ.u.mstances that were trying, "much as we should have enjoyed staying with you and Mrs. Sack if she had been here to stay with, seeing that she isn"t we manifestly can"t."
"You can"t stay with me," murmured Mr. Sack, turning his bewildered eyes to her. "Were you going to?"
"Of course we were going to. It"s what we"ve come for," said Anna-Felicitas.
"And I"m afraid," said-Anna-Rose, "disappointed as we are, unless you can produce a mother--"
"But where on earth are we to go to, Anna-R.?" inquired Anna-Felicitas, who, being lazy, having got to a place preferred if possible to stay in it, and who besides was sure that in their forlorn situation a Sack in the hand was worth two Sacks not in it, any day. Also she liked the look of Mr. Sack, in spite of his being so obviously out of repair. He badly wanted doing up she said to herself, but on the other hand he seemed to her lovable in his distress, with much of the pathetic helplessness her own dear Irish terrier, left behind in Germany, had had the day he caught his foot in a rabbit trap. He had looked at Anna-Felicitas, while she was trying to get him out of it, with just the same expression on his face that Mr. Sack had on his as he walked about the room twisting and untwisting his fingers behind his back. Only, her Irish terrier hadn"t had a Gibson profile. Also, he had looked much more efficient.
"Can"t you by any chance produce a mother?" she asked.
Mr. Sack stared at her.
"Of course we"re very sorry," said Anna-Rose.
Mr. Sack stared at her.
"But you understand, I"m sure, that under the circ.u.mstances--"
"Do you say," said Mr. Sack, stopping still after a few more turns in front of Anna-Rose, and making a great effort to collect his thoughts, "that I--that we--had arranged to look after you?"
"Arranged with Uncle Arthur," said Anna-Rose. "Uncle Arthur Abinger. Of course you had. That"s why we"re here. Why, you wrote bidding us welcome. He showed us the letter."
"Abinger. Abinger. Oh--_that_ man," said Mr. Sack, his mind clearing.
"We thought you"d probably feel like that about him," said Anna-Felicitas sympathetically.
"Why, then," said Mr. Sack, his mind getting suddenly quite clear, "you must be--why, you _are_ the Twinklers."
"We"ve been drawing your attention to that at frequent intervals since we got here," said Anna-Felicitas.
"But whether you now remember or still don"t realize," said Anna-Rose with great firmness, "I"m afraid we"ve got to say good-bye."
"That"s all very well, Anna-R.," again protested Anna-Felicitas, "but where are we to go to?"
"Go?" said Anna-Rose with a dignity very creditable in one of her size, "Ultimately to California, of course, to Uncle Arthur"s other friends.
But now, this afternoon, we get back into a train and go to Clark, to Mr. Twist. He at least has a mother."
CHAPTER XV
And so it came about that just as the reunited Twists, mother, son and daughter, were sitting in the drawing-room, a little tired after a long afternoon of affection, waiting for seven o"clock to strike and, with the striking, Amanda the head maid to appear and announce supper, but waiting with la.s.situde, for they had not yet recovered from an elaborate welcoming dinner, the Twinklers, in the lovely twilight of a golden day, were hastening up the winding road from the station towards them.
Silent, and a little exhausted, the unconscious Twists sat in their drawing-room, a place of marble and antimaca.s.sars, while these light figures, their shoes white with the dust of a country-side that had had no rain for weeks, sped every moment nearer.
The road wound gently upwards through fields and woods, through quiet, delicious evening country, and there was one little star twinkling encouragingly at the twins from over where they supposed Clark would be.
At the station there had been neither porter nor conveyance, nor indeed anybody or anything at all except themselves, their luggage, and a thin, kind man who represented authority. Clark is two miles away from its station, and all the way to it is uninhabited. Just at the station are a cl.u.s.ter of those hasty buildings America flings down in out-of-the-way places till she shall have leisure to make a splendid city; but the road immediately curved away from these up into solitude and the evening sky.
"You can"t miss it," encouraged the station-master. "Keep right along after your noses till they knock up against Mrs. Twist"s front gate.
I"ll look after the menagerie--" thus did he describe the Twinkler luggage. "Guess Mrs. Twist"ll be sending for it as soon as you get there. Guess she forgot you. Guess she"s shaken up by young Mr. Twist"s arriving this very day. _I_ wouldn"t have forgotten you. No, not for a dozen young Mr. Twists," he added gallantly.
"Why do you call him young Mr. Twist," inquired Anna-Felicitas, "when he isn"t? He must be at least thirty or forty or fifty."
"You see, we know him quite well," said Anna-Rose proudly, as they walked off. "He"s a _great_ friend of ours."
"You don"t say," said the station-master, who was chewing gum; and as the twins had not yet seen this being done they concluded he had been interrupted in the middle of a meal by the arrival of the train.
"Now mind," he called after them, "you do whatever the road does. Give yourselves up to it, and however much it winds about stick to it. You"ll meet other roads, but don"t you take any notice of them."
Freed from their luggage, and for a moment from all care, the twins went up the hill. It was the nicest thing in the world to be going to see their friend again in quite a few minutes. They had, ever since the collapse of the Sack arrangements, been missing him very much. As they hurried on through the scented woods, past quiet fields, between yellow-leaved hedges, the evening sky growing duskier and the beckoning star lighter, they remembered Mr. Twist"s extraordinary kindness, his devoted and unfailing care, with the warmest feelings of grat.i.tude and affection. Even Anna-Felicitas felt warm. How often had he rearranged her head when it was hopelessly rolling about; how often had he fed her when she felt better enough to be hungry. Anna-Felicitas was very hungry. She still thought highly of pride and independence, but now considered their proper place was after a good meal. And Anna-Rose, with all the shameless cheerfulness of one who for a little has got rid of her pride and is feeling very much more comfortable in consequence remarked that one mustn"t overdo independence.
"Let"s hurry," said Anna-Felicitas. "I"m so dreadfully hungry. I do so terribly want supper. And I"m sure it"s supper-time, and the Twists will have finished and we mightn"t get any."
"As though Mr. Twist wouldn"t see to that!" exclaimed Anna-Rose, proud and confident.
But she did begin to run, for she too was very hungry, and they raced the rest of the way; which is why they arrived on the Twist doorstep panting, and couldn"t at first answer Amanda the head maid"s surprised and ungarnished inquiry as to what they wanted, when she opened the door and found them there.
"We want Mr. Twist," said Anna-Rose, as soon as she could speak.
Amanda eyed them. "You from the village?" she asked, thinking perhaps they might be a deputation of elder school children sent to recite welcoming poems to Mr. Twist on his safe return from the seat of war.
Yet she knew all the school children and everybody else in Clark, and none of them were these.
"No--from the station," panted Anna-Rose.
"We didn"t see any village," panted Anna-Felicitas.
"We want Mr. Twist please," said Anna-Rose struggling with her breath.
Amanda eyed them. "Having supper," she said curtly.
"Fortunate creature," gasped Anna-Felicitas, "I hope he isn"t eating it all."
"Will you announce us please?" said Anna-Rose putting on her dignity.
"The Miss Twinklers."
"The who?" said Amanda.
"The Miss Twinklers," said Anna-Rose, putting on still more dignity, for there was that in Amanda"s manner which roused the Junker in her.
"Can"t disturb him at supper," said Amanda briefly.