"Yes. We broke it off together."
"You needn"t tell me "twas Jerry Norton"s fault." Mrs. Joyce pushed her cup from her and winked rapidly. "He"s as good a boy as ever stepped, an" he sets by you as he does his life."
Stella was regarding her in wonder, a gentle little creature who omitted to say her soul was her own on ordinary days, yet rousing herself, with ruffled feathers, to defend, not her young, but the alien outside the nest.
"If he had give you the mitten, I shouldn"t blame him a mite, turnin"
him away from the door as you have two Sat.u.r.day nights runnin". But he ain"t done it. I know Jerry too well for that. His word"s as good "s his bond, an" you"ll go through the woods an" get a crooked stick at last."
Then she looked across at Stella, as if in amazement over her own fury; but Stella, liking her for it and thrilled by its fervor, laughed out because that was the way emotion took her.
"You can laugh," said her mother, nodding her head, as she rose and began to set away the dishes. "But "fore you git through with this you"ll laugh out o" t"other side o" your mouth, an" so I tell ye."
Upon her words there was a step at the door, and Stella knew the step was Jerry"s. Her mother, with the prescience born of ire, knew it too.
"There he is," she said. "Now you go to cuttin" up any didos, things gone as fur as they have, an" you"ll repent this night"s work the longest day you live. You be a good girl an" go "n" let him in!"
She had returned to her placidity, a quiet domestic fowl whose feathers were only to be ruffled when some terrifying shadow flitted overhead.
Stella flew to the door and opened it on her lover, standing still and calm, like a figure set there by destiny to conquer her.
"Jerry," she burst forth out of the nervous thrill her mother had awakened in her, "you"re botherin" me "most to death. It"s awful not to ask you in when you come to the door, and you a neighbor so. But I can"t. You know I can"t. It ain"t as if you"d come in the day-time. But Sat.u.r.day night--it"s just as if--why, you know what Sat.u.r.day night is.
It"s just as if we were goin" together."
Jerry stood there immovable, looking at her. He had shaved and he wore the red tie she had given him. Perhaps it was not so much that she saw him clearly through the early dusk as that she knew from memory how kind his eyes were and what a healthy color flushed his face. It seemed to her at this moment as if Jerry was the nicest person in the world, if only he wouldn"t plague her so. But he was speaking out of his persistent quiet.
"I might as well tell you, Stella, an" you might as well make up your mind to it. It ain"t to-night only. I"m comin" here every Sat.u.r.day night."
She was near crying with the vexation of it.
"But you can"t, Jerry," she said. "I don"t want you to."
"You used to want me to," said he composedly.
"Well, that was when we were--"
"When we were goin" together." He nodded in acceptance of the quibble.
"Well, if you wanted me once, a girl like you, you"ll want me ag"in. An"
anyways, I"m comin"."
Stella felt a curious thrill of pride in him.
"Why, Jerry," she faltered, "I didn"t know you took things that way."
He was answering quite simply, as if he had hardly guessed it either.
"Well, I don"t know myself how I"m goin" to take things till I"ve thought "em out. That"s the only way. Then, after ye"ve made up your mind, ye can stick to it."
Stella fancied there was a great deal in this to think over, but she creaked the door insinuatingly.
"Well," she said, "I"m awful sorry--"
"I won"t keep you stan"in" here in the cold. I"ll be over ag"in next Sat.u.r.day night."
Stella went in and sat down by the hearth and crossed her feet on the head of one of the fire-dogs. She was frowning, and yet she was laughing too. Her mother, moving back and forth, cast inquiring looks at her.
"Well," she ventured at last, "you made it up betwixt ye?"
Stella put down her feet and rose to help.
"Don"t you ask me another question," she commanded, rather airily. "It"s all over and done with, and I told you so before. Le"s pop us some corn by "n" by."
Before the next Sat.u.r.day something had happened. Stella walked over to the Street to buy some thread, and Matt Pillsbury brought her home in his new sleigh with the glossy red back and the scrolls of gilt at the corners. Matt was a lithe, animated youth who could do many unexpected and serviceable things: a little singing, a little violin-playing, and tricks with cards. He was younger than Stella, but he reflected, as he drove with her over the smooth road, n.o.body would ever know it because he was dark and she was fair, and he resolved to let his mustache grow a little longer and curl it more at the ends. Mrs. Joyce was away when this happened, quilting at Deacon White"s; but all the next day, which was Sat.u.r.day, she remained perfectly aware that Stella was making plans, and when at seven o"clock the girl came down in her green plaid with her gold beads on, Mrs. Joyce drew the breath of peace.
"Well, there," she said, "if you behave as well as you look, you"ll do well, an" if Jerry don"t say so I"ll miss my guess."
Stella was gazing at her, trembling a little, but defiant also.
"Mother," she said, "if Jerry comes, you go to the door and you tell him--oh, my soul! I believe there he is now."
But in the next instant it seemed to her just as well. She could tell him herself. She flew to the door in a whirl. But she got no further than his name. Jerry took her with a hand on either side of her waist and set her back into the entry. Then he shut the door behind him and laid his palms upon her shoulders. She could hear his breath, and it occurred to her to wonder if he had been running, the blood must be pumping so through his heart. He was speaking in a tone she had never heard from any man.
"What"s this about your goin" to the sociable with Matt Pillsbury?"
She stiffened and flung back defiance.
"I"m goin", that"s all. How"d you know it?"
"I was over to the store an" Lottie Pillsbury come in an" I heard her tell Jane Hunt: "Brother Matt asked her, an" she says she"s goin".""
"Well, it"s true enough. I expect him along in three-quarters of an hour."
"Well, he won"t come." That strange savage thrill in his voice frightened her, and before she could remember they were not going together, she was clinging to his arm.
"O Jerry," she breathed, "you ain"t done him any mischief?" But his arms were about her and she was locked to his heart.
"No," he said, "I ain"t--yet." He laughed a little. "I stood out in the road till I heard him go into the barn to harness. Then he went back into the house to change his clo"es. An" I walked into the barn an"
unblanketed the horse an" slung away the bells an" druv the horse down to the meetin"-house, an" left him there in the sheds."
Stella laughed with the delight of it. She felt wild and happy, and it came to her that a man who could behave like this when he had made up his mind, might be allowed a long time in coming to it. But she tried reproving him.
"O Jerry, the horse"ll freeze to death!"
"No, he won"t. He"s all blanketed. Besides, little Jim Pillsbury"s there tendin" the fire for the sociable, an" he"ll find him. Now--" his voice took on an added depth of that strange new quality she shivered under--"Matt"ll be over here in a minute to tell you he"s lost his horse an" can"t go. You want me to harness up an" take him an" you in the old pung, or you want to stay here with me?"
Stella touched his cheek with her finger in a way she had, and he remembered and bent and kissed her.
"All right," he said. "That suits me. We"ll stay here. Only, I don"t want to put ye to no shame before Matt. That"s why I played a trick on him instid o" breakin" his bones."