"And I should think he would be," cried f.a.n.n.y Vanderburgh, with spirit.
"Mrs. Griswold says she"s heard him domineering over the old man, and then his Grandfather would snarl and scold like everything. She has the next state-room, you know. I don"t see how those Selwyns can afford such a nice cabin," continued f.a.n.n.y, her aristocratic nose in the air, "they look so poor. Anyway that boy is a perfect beast, Mr. King."
"He"s very different now," said Jasper, quickly. "He had no idea his Grandfather was so poorly. Now I"ll tell you, Miss Vanderburgh," Jasper turned sharply around on his heel so that he faced her. It was necessary with a girl like her to state plainly what he had to say, and to keep to it. "I am going to ask Tom Selwyn to play games with all us young people. If it distresses you, or any one else, so that you cannot join, of course I will withdraw, and I know Polly will, and we will get up another circle that will play with him."
It was almost impossible to keep from laughing at f.a.n.n.y"s face, but Jasper was very grave as he waited for an answer. "O dear me, Mr.
Jasper," she cried, "haven"t I told you I don"t really care for any one on board but Polly Pepper, and Mamma doesn"t want me to mix up much with those Griswolds?" She lowered her voice and glanced over her shoulder. "It would make it so awkward if they should be much in New York, and we should meet. So of course I"ve got to do as Polly and you do. Don"t you see?--it"s awfully hard on me, though," and she clasped her hands in vexation.
"Very well, then," said Jasper; "now that"s decided. And seeing it is, why the next thing to do, is to bring Tom down, and we"ll get up a game of shuffle-board at once. He"s not needed by his Grandfather now." He didn"t think it necessary to add, "for the old gentleman won"t see him, and Tom is forbidden the room by the doctor."
f.a.n.n.y"s aristocratic nose went up in alarm, and her whole face was overspread with dismay. It was one thing to antic.i.p.ate evil, and quite another to find it precipitated upon one. "I--I don"t--believe I can play this morning, Mr. Jasper," she began hurriedly, for the first time in her young life finding herself actually embarra.s.sed. She was even twisting her fingers.
"Very well," said Jasper, coolly, "then I understand that you will not play with us at any time, for, as we begin to-day, we shall keep on. I will set about getting up another party at once." He touched his yacht cap lightly, and turned off.
"I"ll go right down on the lower deck with you now." f.a.n.n.y ran after him, her little boot heels clicking excitedly on the hard floor. "The steward has marked it all for us. I got him to, while I ran to find Polly so as to engage the place," she added breathlessly.
"That"s fine," said Jasper, a smile breaking over the gloom on his face; "now we"ll have a prime game, Miss Vanderburgh."
f.a.n.n.y swallowed hard the lump in her throat, and tried to look pleasant. "Do you go and collect the Griswolds," cried Jasper, radiantly, "and I"ll be back with Tom," and he plunged off. It was all done in a minute. And the thing that had been worrying him--how to get Tom into good shape, and to keep him there--seemed fixed in the best way possible. But Tom wouldn"t go. Nothing that Jasper could do or say would move him out of the gloom into which he was cast, and at last Jasper ran down for a hurried game with the party awaiting him, to whom he explained matters in the best way he could.
At last, old Mr. Selwyn was able to emerge from his state-room. Mr.
King and he were the best of friends by this time, the former always, when Polly read aloud, being one of the listeners. At all such hours, indeed, and whenever Polly went to sit by the invalid, Phronsie would curl up at Polly"s side, and fondle the doll that Grandpapa gave her last, which had the honour to take the European trip with the family.
Phronsie would smooth the little dress down carefully, and then with her hand in Polly"s, she would sit motionless till the reading was over. Mamsie, whose fingers could not be idle, although the big mending basket was left at home, would be over on the sofa, sewing busily; and little Dr. Fisher would run in and out, and beaming at them all through his spectacles, would cry cheerily, "Well, I declare, you have the most comfortable place on the whole boat, Mr. Selwyn." Or Dr. Jones, whom Polly thought, next to Papa Fisher, was the very nicest doctor in all the world, would appear suddenly around the curtain, and smile approval through his white teeth. At last on the fifth day out, the old man was helped up to sun himself in his steamer chair on deck. And then he had a perfect coterie around him, oh-ing and ah-ing over his illness, and expressing sympathy in every shape, for since Mr. King and his party took him up, it was quite the thing for all the other pa.s.sengers to follow suit.
When a few hours of this sort of thing had been going on, the old man called abruptly to Polly Pepper, who had left him, seeing he had such good company about him, and had now skipped up with Jasper to toss him a merry word, or to see if his steamer rug was all tucked in snugly around him.
"See here, Polly Pepper, do you play chess?"
"What, sir?" Polly thought she had not heard correctly.
"Do you play chess, I say?" demanded old Mr. Selwyn, bringing his sharp little eyes to bear on her.
"No, sir, that is--only a little," stammered Polly.
"Well, that will do for a start," the old gentleman nodded in satisfaction. "And I"ll give you some points later on about the game.
Well, and you play backgammon, of course." He didn"t wait for her to answer, but finished, "These people here drive me almost crazy, asking me how I feel, and what was the matter with me, and all that rubbish.
Now, I"m going into the library, and you shall go too, and we"ll have a game of backgammon."
He flung back his steamer rug with a determined hand.
Jasper began, "Oh, Polly!" in dismay, but she broke in, "Yes, indeed, I do play backgammon, Mr. Selwyn, and it will be fine to have a game."
And together they helped him up and into a cosey corner of the library.
"There, now," said Polly, with a final little pat on the sofa pillows tucked up at his back. "I believe you are as comfortable as you can be, Mr. Selwyn."
"Indeed I am," he declared.
"And now, Jasper, do get the backgammon board," cried Polly. "There it is over there," spying it on a further table.
Old Mr. Selwyn cast a hungry glance on it as it was brought forward, and his sharp little eyes sparkled, as Polly threw it open. He even chuckled in delight as he set the men.
Tom Selwyn came up to the door, and standing in its shadow, looked in.
Jasper flung himself down on the sofa by the old gentleman"s side to watch the game. Suddenly he glanced up, caught sight of Tom, although the latter"s head was quickly withdrawn, and jumping up, he dashed after him.
"Here--see here, Tom!" he called to the big figure before him, making good time down the stairs. "I can"t go chasing you all over the boat in this fashion. Stop, will you?"
"What do you want?" demanded Tom, crossly, feeling it impossible to elude such a pursuer, and backing up against a convenient angle.
"I want you to come up into the library and watch the game. Do, it"ll be the best time,"--he didn"t say "to make it all up."
"Can"t," said Tom, "he won"t see me."
"Oh, yes, he will; I almost know he will," declared Jasper, eagerly feeling this minute as if the most unheard-of things were possible.
"And beside, your sister--I mean the Pepper girl--Miss Pepper--" Tom corrected himself clumsily. "She can"t bear me--I won"t come."
"Oh, yes, she can now," said Jasper, just as eagerly, "especially since I"ve told her all you"ve told me."
"Well, I hate girls anyway," declared Tom, in his most savage fashion; "always have hated "em, and always shall. I won"t come!"
III
PHRONSIE GOES VISITING
"Grandpapa," said Phronsie, softly, as she clung to his hand, after they had made the descent to the lower deck, "I think the littlest one can eat some of the fruit, don"t you?" she asked anxiously.
"Never you fear," a.s.sented old Mr. King, "that child that I saw yesterday can compa.s.s anything in the shape of food. Why, it had its mouth full of teeth, Phronsie; it was impossible not to see them when it roared."
"I am so glad its teeth are there," said Phronsie, with a sigh of satisfaction, as she regarded her basket of fruit, "because if it hadn"t any, we couldn"t give it these nice pears, Grandpapa."
"Well, here we are," said Mr. King, holding her hand tightly. "Bless me--are those your toes, young man?" this to a big chubby-faced boy, whose fat legs lay across the s.p.a.ce as he sprawled on the deck; "just draw them in a bit, will you?--there. Well, now, Phronsie, this way.
Here"s the party, I believe," and he led her over to the other side, where a knot of steerage pa.s.sengers were huddled together. In the midst sat a woman, chubby faced, and big and square, holding a baby. She had a big red shawl wrapped around her, in the folds of which snuggled the baby, who was contentedly chewing one end of it, while his mother had her eyes on the rest of her offspring, of which there seemed a good many. When the baby saw Phronsie, he stopped chewing the old shawl and grinned, showing all the teeth of which Mr. King had spoken. The other children, tow headed and also chubby, looked at the basket hanging on Phronsie"s arm, and also grinned.
"There is the baby!" exclaimed Phronsie, in delight, pulling Grandpapa"s hand gently. "Oh, Grandpapa, there he is."
"That"s very evident," said the old gentleman. "Bless me!" addressing the woman, "how many children have you, pray tell?"
"Nine," she said. Then she twitched the jacket of one of them, and the pinafore of another, to have them mind their manners, while the baby kicked and crowed and gurgled, seeming to be all teeth.
"I have brought you some fruit," said Phronsie, holding out her basket, whereat all the tow headed group except the baby crowded each other dreadfully to see all there was in it. "I"m sorry the flowers are gone, so I couldn"t bring any to-day. May the baby have this?" holding out a pear by the stem.
The baby settled that question by lunging forward and seizing the pear with two fat hands, when he immediately sank into the depths of the old shawl again, all his teeth quite busy at work. Phronsie set down her basket on the deck, and the rest of the brood emptied it to their own satisfaction. Their mother"s stolid face lighted up with a broad smile that showed all her teeth, and very white and even they were.
"Grandpapa," said Phronsie, turning to him and clasping her hands, "if I only might hold that baby just one little bit of a minute," she begged, keenly excited.