"The brothers-in-law are all right. They will be back presently. There is a round-up to-day, which was the reason we sent Isadore in with the carriage; no one else could be spared. The babies are having their supper,--you will see them anon,--and Imogen has gone for a fortnight to St. Helen"s."
"Oh!" Johnnie turned aside and began to take down her hair. "Mr. Young is with her, I suppose."
"No, indeed, he is here, and staying with us. You will see him at dinner."
"Oh!" said Johnnie again. There was a difference between these two "ohs," which Elsie"s quick ear detected.
"Please unlock that valise," went on Johnnie, "and take out the dress on top. This I have on is too dreadfully dusty to be endured."
Joanna Carr had grown up very pretty; many people considered her the handsomest of the four sisters. Taller than any of them except Katy, and of quite a different build, large, vigorous, and finely formed, she had a very white skin, hair of pale bronze-brown, and beautiful velvety dark eyes with thick curling lashes. She had a turn for dress too, and all colors suited her. The woollen gown of cream-yellow which she now put on seemed exactly what was needed to throw up the tints of her hair and complexion; but she would look equally well on the morrow in blue. With quick accustomed fingers she whisked her pretty locks into a series of artlessly artful loops, with little blowing rings about the forehead, and stuck a bow in here and a pin there, talking all the time, and finally caught little Phillida up in her strong young arms, and ran downstairs just in time to greet the boys as they dismounted at the door, and shake hands demurely with Lionel Young, who came with them.
All three had raced down from the very top of the Upper Valley at breakneck speed, to be in time to welcome the travellers.
There is always one moment, big with fate, when processes begin to take place; when the first fine needle of crystallization forms in the transparent fluid; when the impulse of the jellying principle begins to work on the fruit-juice, and the frost principle to inform the water atoms. These fateful moments are not always perceptible to our dull apprehensions, but none the less do they exist; and they are apt to take us by surprise, because we have not detected the fine gradual chain of preparation which has made ready for them.
I think one of these fateful moments occurred that evening, as Lionel Young held Joanna Carr"s hand, and his straight-forward English eyes poured an ardent beam of welcome into hers. They had seen a good deal of each other two years before, but neither was prepared to be quite so glad to meet again. They did not pause to a.n.a.lyze or cla.s.sify their feelings,--people rarely do when they really feel; but from that night their att.i.tude toward each other was changed, and the change became more apparent with every day that followed.
As these days went on, bright, golden days, cloudless, and full of the zest and snap of the nearing cold, Dorry grew stronger and stronger. So well did he feel that after the first week or so he began to allude to himself as quite recovered, and to show an ominous desire to get back to his work; but this suggestion was promptly scouted by everybody, especially by John, who said she had come for six weeks at least, and six weeks at least she should stay,--and as much longer as she could; and that Dorry as her escort _must_ stay too, no matter how well he might feel.
"Besides," she argued, "there"s all your life before you in which to dig away at dynamos and things, and you may never be in Colorado again. You wouldn"t have the heart to disappoint Clover and Elsie and hurry back, when there"s no real necessity. They are so pleased to have a visit from you."
"Oh, I"ll stay! I"ll certainly stay," said Dorry. "You shall have your visit out, John; only, when a fellow feels as perfectly well as I do, it seems ridiculous for him to be sitting round with his hands folded, taking a mountain cure which he doesn"t need."
Autumn is the busiest season for cattlemen everywhere, which made it the more singular that Lionel Young should manage to find so much time for sitting and riding with Johnnie, or taking her to walk up the steepest and loneliest canyons. They were together in one way or another half the day at least; and during the other half Johnnie"s face wore always a pre-occupied look, and was dreamily happy and silent. Even Clover began to perceive that something unusual was in the air, something that seemed a great deal too good to be true. She and Elsie held conferences in private, during which they hugged each other, and whispered that "If!
whenever!--if ever!-- Papa would surely come out and live in the Valley. He never could resist _three_ of his girls all at once." But they resolved not to say one word to Johnnie, or even _look_ as if they suspected anything, lest it should have a discouraging effect.
"It never does to poke your finger into a bird"s nest," observed Elsie, with a sapient shake of the head. "The eggs always addle if you do, or the young birds refuse to hatch out; and of course in the case of turtle-doves it would be all the more so. "Lay low, Bre"r Fox," and wait for what happens. It all promises delightfully, only I don"t see exactly, supposing this ever comes to anything, how Imogen Young is to be disposed of."
"We won"t cross that bridge till we come to it," said Clover; but all the same she did cross it in her thoughts many times. It is not in human nature to keep off these mental bridges.
At the end of the fortnight Imogen returned in very good looks and spirits; and further beautified by a pretty autumn dress of dark blue, which Mrs. Hope had persuaded her to order, and over the making of which she herself had personally presided. It fitted well, and set off to admiration the delicate pink and white of Imogen"s skin, while the new warmth of affection which had come into her manner was equally becoming.
"Why didn"t you say what a pretty girl Miss Young was?" demanded Dorry the very first evening.
"I don"t know, I"m sure. She looks better than she did before she was ill, and she"s very nice and all that, but we never thought of her being exactly pretty."
"I can"t think why; she is certainly much better-looking than that Miss Chase who was here the other day. I should call her decidedly handsome; and she seems easy to get on with too."
"Isn"t it odd?" remarked Elsie, as she retailed this conversation to Clover. "Imogen never seemed to me so very easy to get on with, and Dorry never before seemed to find it particularly easy to get on with any girl. I suppose they happen to suit, but it is very queer that they should. People are always surprising you in that way."
What with John"s recently developed tendency to disappear into canyons with Lionel Young, with the boys necessarily so occupied, and their own many little tasks and home duties, there had been moments during the fortnight when Clover and Elsie had found Dorry rather heavy on their hands. He was not much of a reader except in a professional way, and still less of a horseman; so the two princ.i.p.al amus.e.m.e.nts of the Valley counted for little with him, and they feared he would feel dull, or fancy himself neglected. With the return of Imogen these apprehensions were laid at rest. Dorry, if left alone, promptly took the trail in the direction of the "Hutlet," returning hours afterward looking beaming and contented, to casually mention by way of explanation that he had been reading aloud to Miss Young, or that he and Miss Young had been taking a walk.
"It"s remarkably convenient," Elsie remarked one evening; "but it"s just as remarkably queer. What can they find to say to each other do you suppose?"
If Dorry had not been Dorry, besides being her brother, she would probably have arrived at a conclusion about the matter much sooner than she did. Quick people are too apt to imagine that slow people have nothing to say, or do not know how to say it when they have; while all the time, for slow and quick alike, there is the old, old story for each to tell in his own way, which makes the most halting lips momentarily eloquent, and which both to speaker and listener seems forever new, fresh, wonderful, and inexhaustibly interesting.
In a retired place like the High Valley intimacies flourish with wonderful facility and quickness. A month in such a place counts for more than half a year amid the confusions and interruptions of the city.
Dorry had been struck by Imogen that first evening. He had never got on very well with girls, or known much about them; there was a delightful novelty in his present sensations. There was not a word as to the need of getting back to business after she dawned on his horizon. Quite the contrary. Two weeks, three, four went by; the original limit set for the visit was pa.s.sed, the end of his holiday drew near, and still he stayed on contentedly, and every day devoted himself more and more to Imogen Young.
She, on her part, was puzzled and fluttered, but not unhappy. She was quite alive to Dorry"s merits; he was her first admirer, and it was a new and agreeable feature of life to have one, "like other girls," as she told herself. Lionel was too much absorbed in his own affairs to notice or interfere; so the time went on, and the double entanglement wound itself naturally and happily to its inevitable conclusion.
It was in the beautiful little ravine to the east, which Clover had named "Penstamen Canyon," from the quant.i.ty of those flowers which grew there, that Dorry made his final declaration. There were no penstamens in the valley now, no yuccas or columbines, only a few belated autumn crocuses and the scarlet berried mats of kinnikinick remained; but the day was as golden-bright as though it were still September.
"We have known each other only four weeks," said Dorry, going straight to the point in his usual direct fashion; "and if I were going to stay on I should think I had no right, perhaps, to speak so soon,--for your sake, mind, not for my own; I could not be surer about my feelings for you if we had been acquainted for years. But I have to go away before long, back to my home and my work, and I really cannot go without speaking. I must know if there is any chance for me."
"I like you very much," said Imogen, demurely.
"Do you? Then perhaps one day you might get to like me better still. I"d do all that a man could to make you happy if you would, and I think you"d like Burnet to live in. It"s a big place, you know, with all the modern improvements,--not like this, which, pretty as it is, would be rather lonely in the winters, I should think. There are lots of nice people in Burnet, and there"s Johnnie, whom you already know, and my father,--you"d be sure to like my father."
"Oh, don"t go on in this way, as if it were only for the advantages of the change that I should consent. It would be for quite different reasons, if I did." Then, after a short pause, she added, "I wonder what they will say at Bideford."
It was an indirect yes, but Dorry understood that it _was_ yes.
"Then you"ll think of it? You don"t refuse me? Imogen, you make me very happy."
Dorry did look happy; and as bliss is beautifying, he looked handsome as well. His strong, well-knit figure showed to advantage in the rough climbing-suit which he wore; his eyes sparkled and beamed as he looked at Imogen.
"May I talk with Lionel about it?" he asked, persuasively. "He represents your father over here, you know."
"Yes, I suppose so." She blushed a little, but looked frankly up at Dorry. "Poor Lion! it"s hard lines for him, and I feel guilty at the idea of deserting him so soon; but I know your sisters will be good to him, and I can"t help being glad that you care for me. Only there"s one thing I must say to you, Theodore [no one since he was baptized had ever called Dorry "Theodore" till now!], for I don"t want you to fancy me nicer than I really am. I was horribly stiff and prejudiced when I first came out. I thought everything American was inferior and mistaken, and all the English ways were best; and I was nasty,--yes, really very nasty to your sisters, especially dear Clover. I have learned her worth now, and I love her and America, and I shall love it all the better for your sake; but all the same, I shall probably disappoint you sometimes, and be stiff and impracticable and provoking, and you will need to have patience with me: it"s the price you must pay if you marry an English wife,--this particular English wife, at least."
"It"s a price that I"ll gladly pay," cried Dorry, holding her hand tight. "Not that I believe a word you say; but you are the dearest, truest, honestest girl in the world, and I love you all the better for being so modest about yourself. For me, I"m just a plain, sober sort of fellow. I never was bright like the others, and there"s nothing in the least "subtle" or hard to understand about me; but I don"t believe I shall make the worse husband for that. It"s only in French novels that dark, inscrutable characters are good for daily use."
"Indeed, I don"t want an inscrutable husband. I like you much better as you are." Then, after a happy pause, "Isabel Templestowe--she"s Geoff"s sister, you know, and my most intimate friend at home--predicted that I should marry over here, but I never supposed I should. It didn"t seem likely that any one would want me, for I"m not pretty or interesting, like your sisters, you know."
"Oh, I say!" cried Dorry, "haven"t I been telling you that you interest me more than any one in the world ever did before? I never saw a girl whom I considered could hold a candle to you,--certainly not one of my own sisters. You don"t think your people at home will make any objections, do you?"
"No, indeed; they"ll be very pleased to have me settled, I should think.
There are a good many of us at home, you know."
Meanwhile, a little farther up the same canyon, but screened from observation by a projecting shoulder of rock, another equally satisfactory conversation was going on between another pair of lovers.
Johnnie and Lionel had strolled up there about an hour before Dorry and Imogen arrived. They had no idea that any one else was in the ravine.
"I think I knew two years ago that I cared more for you than any one else," Lionel was saying.
"Did you? Perhaps the faintest suspicion of such a thing occurred to me too."
"I used to keep thinking about you at odd minutes all day, when I was working over the cattle and everything, and I always thought steadily about you at night when I was falling asleep."
"Very strange, certainly."
"And the moment you came and I saw you again, it flashed upon me what it meant; and I perceived that I had been desperately in love with you all along without knowing it."
"Still stranger."
"Don"t tease me, darling Johnnie,--no, Joan; I like that better than Johnnie. It makes me think of Joan d"Arc. I shall call you that, may I?"
"How can I help it? You have a big will of your own, as I always knew.
Only don"t connect me with the ark unless you spell it, and don"t call me Jonah."