As spring came on, and I found myself fairly identified with the life of Friendship,--or, at any rate, "more one of us," as they said,--I suggested to Calliope something which had been for some time pleasantly in my mind: might I, I asked one day, give a tea for her?
"A tea!" she repeated. "For _me_? You know they give me a benefit once in the bas.e.m.e.nt of the Court House. But a private tea, for me?"
And when she understood that this was what I meant,
"Oh," she said earnestly, "I"d be so glad to come. An" you an" I can know the tea is for me--if you rilly mean it--but it won"t do to say it so"d it"d get out around. Oh, no, it won"t. Not one o" the rest"ll come near if you give it _for_ me--nor if you give it _for_ anybody. Mis"
Proudfit, now, she tried to give a noon lunch on St. Patrick"s day for Mis" Postmaster Sykes, an" the folks she ask" to it got together an"
sent in their regrets. "We"re just as good as Mis" Postmaster Sykes,"
they give out to everybody, "an" we don"t bow down to her like that." So Mis" Proudfit she calls it a Shamrock Party an" give it a day later. An"
every one of "em went. It won"t do to say it"s _for_ me."
So I contented myself with planning to seat Calliope at the foot of my table, and I found a kind of happiness in her child-like content, though only we two knew that the occasion would do her honour. If Delia had been available we would have told her, but Delia was still in Europe, and would not return until June.
Calliope was quite radiant when, on the afternoon of the tea, she arrived in advance of the others. She was wearing her best gray henrietta, and I noted that she had changed her cameo ring from her first to her third finger. ("First-finger rings seem to me more everyday," she had once said to me, "but third-finger I always think looks real dressy.") She was carrying a small parcel.
"You didn"t ask to borrow anything," she said shyly; "I didn"t know how you"d feel about that, a stranger so. An" we all got together--your company, you know--an" found out you hadn"t borrowed anything from any of us, an" we thought maybe you hesitated. So we made up I should bring my spoons. They was mother"s, an" they"re thin as weddin" rings--an"
solid. Any time you want to give a company you"re welcome to "em."
When I had laid the delicate old silver in its place, I found Calliope standing in the middle of my living-room, looking frankly about on my simple furnishings, her eyes lingering here and there almost lovingly.
"Bein" in your house," she said, "is like bein" somewheres else. I don"t know if you know what I mean? Most o" the time I"m where I belong--just common. But now an" then--like a holiday when we"re dressed up an"
sittin" "round--I feel differ"nt an" _special_. It was the way I felt when they give the William Shakespeare supper in the library an" had it lit up in the evenin" so differ"nt--like bein" somewheres else. It"ll be that way on Market Square next month when the Carnival comes. I guess that"s why I"m a extract agent," she added, laughing a little. "When I set an" smell the spices I could think it wasn"t me I feel so _special_.
An" I feel that way now--I do" know if you know what I mean--"
She looked at me, measuring my ability to comprehend, and brightening at my nod.
"Well, most o" Friendship wouldn"t understand," she said. "To them vanilla smells like corn-starch pudding an" no more. An" that reminds me," she added slowly, "you know Friendship well enough by this time, don"t you, to find we"re apt to say things here this afternoon?"
"Say things?" I repeated, puzzling.
"We won"t mean to," she hastened loyally to add; "I ain"t talkin" about us, you know," she explained anxiously, "I just want to warn you so"s you won"t be hurt. I guess I notice such things more"n most. We won"t mean to offend you--but I thought you"d ought to know ahead. An" bein"
as it"s part my tea, I thought it was kind o" my place to tell you."
She was touching the matter delicately, almost tenderly, and not more, as I saw, with a wish to spare me than with a wish to apologize in advance for the others, to explain away some real or fancied weakness.
"You know," she said, "we ain"t never had anybody to, what you might say, tell us what we can an" what we can"t say. So we just naturally say whatever comes into our heads. An" then when we get it said, we see often that it ain"t what we meant--an" that it"s apt to hurt folks or put us in a bad light, or somethin". But some don"t even see that--some go right ahead sayin" the hurt things an" never know it _is_ a hurt. I don"t know if you"ve noticed what I mean," Calliope said, "but you will to-night. An" I didn"t want you should be hurt or should think hard of them that says "em."
But how, I wondered, as my guests a.s.sembled, could one "think hard" of any one in Friendship, and especially of the little circle to which I belonged: My dear Mis" Amanda Toplady, Mis" Photographer Sturgis, Mis"
Holcomb-that-was-Mame-Bliss, who, since our Thanksgiving, seemed, as Calliope put it, to have "got good with the universe again"; the Liberty sisters, for that day once more persuaded from their seclusion, and Mis"
Postmaster Sykes, with, we sometimes said, "some right to hev her peculiarities if ever anybody hed it." Of them all the Friendship phrase of approval had frequently been spoken: That this one, or that, was "_at heart_, one o" the most all-round capable women we"ve got."
I had hoped to have one more guest--Mrs. Merriman, wife of the late chief of the Friendship fire department. But I had promptly received her regrets, "owing to affliction in the family," though the fire chief had died two years and more before.
"But it"s her black," Calliope had explained to me sympathetically; "she can"t afford to throw away her best dress, made mournin" style, with c.r.a.pe ornaments. As long as that lasts good, she"ll hev to stay home from places. I see she"s just had new c.r.a.pe cuffs put on, an" that means another six months at the least. An" she won"t go to parties wearin"
widow weeds. Mis" Fire Chief Merriman is very delicate."
My guests, save Calliope, all arrived together and greeted me, I observed, with a manner of marked surprise. Afterward, when I wondered, Calliope explained simply that it was not usual for a hostess to meet her guests at the door. "Of course, they"re usually right in the midst o" gettin" the supper when the company comes," she said.
My prettiest dishes and silver were to do honour to those whom I had bidden; and boughs of my Flowering-currant filled my little hall and curved above the line of sight at table, where the candle shades lent deeper yellows. I delighted in the manner of formality with which they took their places, as if some forgotten ceremonial of ancient courts were still in their veins, when a banquet was not a thing to be entered upon lightly.
Quite in ignorance of the j.a.panese custom of sipping tea while the first course is arriving, it is our habit in Friendship to inaugurate "supper"
by seeing the tea poured. In deference to this ceremony a hush fell immediately we were seated, and this was in courtesy to me, who must inquire how each would take her tea. I think that this conversation never greatly varied, as:--
"Mrs. Toplady?" I said at once, the rest being understood.
"Cream and sugar, _if_ you please," said that great Amanda heartily, "or milk if it"s milk. I take the tea for the trimmin"s."
Then a little stir of laughter and a straying comment or two about, say, the length of days at that time of year, and:--
"Mrs. Sykes?"
"Just milk, please. I always say I don"t think tea would hurt _anybody_ if they"d leave the sugar alone. But then, I"ve got a very peculiar stomach."
"Mrs. Holcomb?"
"I want mine plain tea, thank you. My husband takes milk and the boys like sugar, but I like the taste of the tea."
At which, from Libbie Liberty: "Oh, Mis" Holcomb just says that to make out she"s strong-minded. Plain tea an" plain coffee"s regular woman"s rights fare, Mis" Holcomb!" And then, after more laughter and Mis"
Holcomb"s blushes, they awaited:--
"Mrs. Sturgis?"
"Not any at all, thank you. No, I like the tea, but the tea don"t like me. My mother was the same way. She never could drink it. No, not any for me, though I must say I should dearly love a cup."
"Miss "Viny?"
"Just a little tea and the rest hot water. Dear me, I shouldn"t go to sleep till _to-morrow_ night if I was to drink a cup as strong as that.
No--a little more water, please. I s"pose I can send it back for more if it"s still too strong?"
"Miss Libbie?"
"Laviny just wants the canister pointed in her direction, an" she thinks she"s had her tea. Lucy don"t dare take any. Three lumps for me, please.
I like mine surup."
"Calliope?"
"Oh," said Calliope, "milk if there"s any left in the pitcher. An" if there ain"t, send it down clear. I like it most any way. Ain"t it queer about the differ"nce in folks" tastes in their tea and coffee?"
That was the signal for the talk to begin with anecdotes of how various relatives, quick and pa.s.sed, had loved to take their tea. No one ever broached a real topic until this introduction had had its way. To do so would have been an indelicacy, like familiar speech among those in the ceremony of a first meeting.
Thus I began to see that in spite of Calliope"s distress at the ways of us in Friendship, a matchless delicacy was among its people a dominant note. Not the delicacy born of convention, not that sometimes bred in the crudest by urban standards, but a finer courtesy that will spare the conscious stab which convention allows. It was, if I may say so, a _savoir faire_ of the heart instead of the head. But we had hardly entered upon the hour before the ground for Calliope"s warning was demonstrated.
"There!" she herself bridged a pause with her ready little laugh, "I knew somebody"d pa.s.s me somethin" while I was saltin" my potato. My brother, older, always said that at home. "I never salt my potato," he use" to say, "without somebody pa.s.ses me somethin"."
Next instant her eyes flew to my face in a kind of horror, for:--
"We"ve noticed that at our house, too," Mis" Holcomb-that-was-Mame-Bliss observed, vigorously using a salt-shaker, "but then I always believe, myself, in havin" everything properly seasoned in the kitchen before it comes on to the table."
"See!" Calliope signalled me fleetly.