"You don"t need to get up unless you want," she went on. "Patty or Ide will carry you up something."
I wouldn"t hear of that, though. I said I would prefer to do what everybody else did, and I saw that this pleased Mr. Trowbridge, who had perhaps feared I would show symptoms of the pampered aristocrat. But he little knows what small pampering I get at home!
By-and-by I stood at my window, watching the fireflies and envying them because they could get their own supper. Just then among the trees there was a bigger, yellower light than their tiny lanterns. A faint smell of good tobacco smoke came up.
"Lady Betty, is that you?" asked Mr. Brett"s voice.
"Yes," I answered, pushing up the frame with the mosquito netting, and leaning over the window sill.
"I"ve got something for you. Have you a box or basket you can let down with string, if I toss a ball of it up to you?"
"There"s a small waste-paper basket," I said, quite excited.
He tossed, and I caught--Stan taught me how, long ago. Then I made the basket ready and sent it down.
"Now," he called after a minute. I hauled the basket up carefully.
"Good-night," said he. "There"s a note in it, among other things. Now, pull down your mosquito net, or you"ll have trouble."
It was fun opening the basket. There were two chicken sandwiches in it, in a napkin, a piece of jelly cake, a peach, and an ice-cold bottle of milk.
The note was just a few lines scribbled with pencil on a sheet torn from a memorandum book.
"I"ve been feeling wretchedly guilty about you," it began, "almost as much of a brute as if you were some innocent, helpless creature I"d killed, and buried under the leaves in the woods. No tea this afternoon, and you an English girl! When they say "tea" here they mean the evening meal--the last one. I, like a beast, didn"t notice that you ate nothing; not that I wasn"t thinking of you, for I was. I didn"t even have the sense to realise that you were being sent perishing to bed. It was Patty who saw all, but was too shy to speak to you. This humble offering is her thought. You shan"t be starved after to-night.
There was a question of mine you didn"t answer this afternoon. I"ve got a grudge against that black and white steer."
I couldn"t think what he meant at first. Then I remembered how he had been asking my opinion about the love affairs of Mohunsleigh"s millionaire friend. I don"t see, though, why he should care so much what I think of them. It would be lots more interesting if he would ask me questions about himself.
XVIII
ABOUT SOME COUNTRY FOLK, AND WALKER"S EMPORIUM
The day after I came to Valley Farm was one of the longest days of my life. Not that it wasn"t pleasant, for it was. But when you get up before six, and finish breakfast at seven, it does give you a good many hours to do what you like with.
I wasn"t allowed to help Mrs. Trowbridge and the girls with their work; Mr. Brett went off directly after breakfast with Mr. Trowbridge and the two mysterious young men, to get in hay or do something useful and farmy, so I sat in the maple grove with Vivace (who is a great favourite in the household) and wrote down all my experiences since Chicago. We had an enormous dinner at twelve, which made me feel very odd, as I"m not used to it; but when we were called to "tea" I knew better than I did yesterday what to expect.
Now, I"ve been a boarder at the Trowbridges" (I pay four dollars a week, about as much, I suppose, as is spent on one person"s food at each meal at Mrs. Ess Kay"s!) for eight days, and I"m perfectly happy.
I can"t bear to think of the time coming when I must go home. It will come, of course, for they will have to send for me whether they really want me back or not, and then I will never see any of these dear people again. Probably I shall never even see Mr. Brett. He says he must go West again soon, that there are things which call him there. That will be the end. I wish one didn"t get to depend on other people so much. I should like to be quite cold hearted, and not care for anyone; then it wouldn"t matter when you had to part. But there"s no use in thinking about horrid things just yet.
I"ve written home, of course. I wrote the day after I arrived. At first, I felt I ought to cable; but if I did, they might send at once, and on second thoughts I decided it wasn"t necessary to go to the expense. So I just wrote to Mother to say I couldn"t stand it with Mrs.
Ess Kay on account of her brother, and I"d left suddenly to join Sally Woodburn in the country, where I was boarding quite close to her. I wrote to Mrs. Ess Kay, too, and said the same thing, asking her to kindly send on my boxes. I didn"t mention Mr. Brett, because she wouldn"t have remembered who he was, or if she did by any chance, she would only disapprove of his daring to exist still, and perhaps write or wire something rude.
She sent the boxes by what they call "express," but didn"t answer my letter, which rather astonished me, as I had thought she would scold, and had dreaded it. But when I told Sally, she wasn"t as much surprised as I was. She knew already everything that happened after I ran away from The Moorings, and told me all about it, which interested me a great deal. Mrs. Ess Kay had written her some things, and Mrs. Pitchley (whose maid is an intimate friend of Mrs. Ess Kay"s Louise) had supplied all the missing details.
It seems that the day after the Pink Ball Mrs. Ess Kay had one of her headaches--and no wonder. Feeling very ill, she didn"t take much interest in me, and took it for granted when Louise said I wasn"t out of my room, that I wanted to sleep till luncheon.
Potter had been so furious that he thought to punish me for my sins by sulking. Mrs. Ess Kay did not appear at luncheon, and Potter went out somewhere. But when I didn"t show myself, or even ring, the servants began to think it odd, and spoke to Louise. She knocked at my door, and when after rapping several times there was no answer, she opened it to find the room empty, the bed smooth, my boxes packed, and all Mrs. Ess Kay"s presents to me spread out on a sofa.
By that time it was after two; and if only they had known, I was leaving the Waldorf-Astoria to take the train for Chicago with Mr.
Brett.
Mrs. Ess Kay was so nervous with her headache and the reaction after all her work in getting up the Great Affair, that when she was told I was nowhere to be found, she had hysterics, and slapped Louise.
Potter was sent for to the Casino, and came home in a rage. They talked things over, and made up their minds that I had either caught a ship sailing for home, or else had gone to Chicago to join Sally. If it hadn"t been that they were afraid of a scandal coming out in some horrid society paper, they would have applied to the police for help, but as it was they didn"t dare, and Potter said he could manage everything himself.
A ship really had sailed that day, so as well as telegraphing to Sally, Potter went to the offices, then to the docks, and made all sorts of enquiries. From what he heard about some people who had engaged berths at the last minute, he couldn"t be quite sure I wasn"t one of them, having gone under an a.s.sumed name. To add to the trouble, no answer came from Sally. Mrs. Hale, according to instructions, had opened the telegram, and knowing something of the story from Sally, wasn"t anxious to relieve Mrs. Ess Kay"s mind about me, in too much of a hurry.
Instead of having the message wired again, she enclosed it in an envelope, and sent it on to Sally by post, so there was another delay; and they knew nothing for certain until a letter from Sally and one from me arrived at about the same time.
Sally"s opinion was and is, that Mrs. Ess Kay has something up her sleeve; that she won"t write to me because she wants to show how hurt and scandalised she is by my ungracious conduct, but that she has some idea for getting even with me sooner or later. If she hadn"t that to keep her up, Sally thinks she couldn"t have resisted answering my letter with a tirade. Fortunately she can"t claw me away from the Trowbridges and make me marry Potter--even if he would have me now, after all my badness--otherwise she would perhaps have tried to act at once. And she can"t have me put in prison on bread and water and solitary confinement, as no doubt she would like to do. Still, I don"t feel quite easy in my mind about her silence, lest Sally may be right about some disagreeable plan she"s hatching. However, as long as Mr.
Brett is here, I feel as if he would contrive not to let anything very dreadful happen to me.
I"ve found out everything about all the members of the family at Valley Farm, now; and I"ve got acquainted with most of the neighbours. They call them neighbours if they live anywhere within twelve or fifteen miles, and a good many are related to each other, or connected by marriage, while even those who are not have mostly known each other ever since they were children; probably went to school together at a funny little white-painted, wooden building on a hill, which is the "district school." It must be rather fun to teach in it, because if some American stories I"ve read since I came here are true to life, you board first at one house and then another, giving good advice and helping everyone; and all the young men in the country round about fall in love with you. I thought, if Mother should be too angry with me for refusing Potter Parker and running away, to let me come home again, I might apply for such a situation; but it seems that nowadays you have to know a great deal, and I should never be taken on, because, unfortunately, I have to do the multiplication table on my fingers.
Mr. Trowbridge, although a farmer who works in his own fields, is an "Honourable." I was surprised when I heard that, as I didn"t suppose people had t.i.tles in America. But he"s a senator or something in his own State, which is very important, so he is called Honourable officially--and on letters, as one is at home if that"s all one can sc.r.a.pe up by way of a courtesy t.i.tle.
The two young men who come in to eat with us, but are never seen about the house at any other time, are "farm hands," though they are not treated at all like servants, and Mr. Trowbridge lends them the newest books and magazines (of which he has quant.i.ties) to read in the evening.
One, whose name is Elisha, was in love with Patty, but she didn"t care for him, so he is very melancholy and won"t talk at the table. But he has cheered up a little lately, and has bought tall collars like Mr.
Brett"s, instead of wearing turned-over ones which showed far down his neck; and he has sent me flowers through Ide, several times. I tried to thank him for the first ones, but he blushed so much that his forehead got damp, and immediately afterwards he went away and hid for hours, which kept him from his supper; so I thought it better to say nothing about the next.
The other young man, Albert, is paying attention to Ide. n.o.body knows whether they are engaged yet, although they go to the apple orchard regularly every evening and sit together in a boat swing which is there, or if it rains they sit on the front porch, until quite late.
They don"t seem to have much to say to each other, though, for one of my windows is directly over that porch, but I never hear a sound--not even a laugh. But it seems that in this part of the country it is the thing for a girl and a young man to be left alone together as much as possible while they are making up their minds whether or not they like each other well enough to be engaged.
It is very strange about Patty and Ide. Though Patty is so quiet, almost meek in her ways, and dresses so plainly, and is quite contented to work in the hot kitchen, cooking and washing dishes, it turns out that she is a very rich girl; or will be. She is an orphan, and her grandfather, although a farmer, has more than a million dollars (which sounds tremendous, but wouldn"t be as impressive, I suppose, if one did it in pounds); and when he dies, as he must before long, as he is very old, Patty will have all his money.
Young people get on his nerves, so Patty lives with the Trowbridges, who are friends of his, and helps Mrs. Trowbridge with her work. She is so pretty and has such sweet ways that she might make a success anywhere, and it struck me as a pity that she should perhaps marry some young farmer in the neighbourhood, and never know any other life than this. I remarked something of the sort to Mr. Brett when he told me about Patty, and he looked suddenly miserable as if what I"d said had hurt.
"I thought you felt you could be happy among such people as these," he answered, rather irrelevantly.
Then I fancied that I understood a little, for he seems to think that _he_ is like the men here, but he isn"t a bit, oh, not the least bit in the world, though he says he was brought up on a farm as a little boy, before he ran away and went far out West, and that it"s only an "accident of fate" he isn"t an Albert or an Elisha. As if he could ever have been like one of them! I have never known a man as interesting as he.
Ide really _is_ a sort of servant, but she would go away instantly if anybody called her that; and she is so afraid someone may think she is inferior to the others in the house because she is paid wages for her work, that she does her hair elaborately, wears smarter dresses than the rest, and puts herself rather forward with strangers so as to impress them. She wouldn"t even like to be called a "help," but says that she "obliges" Mrs. Trowbridge, and she wouldn"t stop long enough to draw another breath if she were not treated better, if anything, than Patty.
Even in the East, in very grand houses, I thought some of the servants were rather offhand and queer, though they did consent to have their meals in the servants" hall or somewhere, and not sit in the drawing room. I suppose the reason why they are so different with us, and so polite and well trained, is because at home they are willing to go on being servants all their lives, whereas, in America, it"s only a phase in a person"s career. You may be a parlour maid one year; the next you may keep a hotel; and the next you may be a millionairess travelling in Europe. There"s nothing to prevent, if it"s in you, and naturally you always hope it is.
The Trowbridges" neighbours are almost as nice as they are. After I had been here two or three days I was feeding the chickens with Mr.
Trowbridge after "tea," when a man and woman came up the avenue. They were countrified looking and rather awkward, I thought at first glance, which was the only one I took, as I at once left Mr. Trowbridge to talk with the newcomers and went away. It wasn"t Ide"s time yet to sit with Albert, so I found an apple, and sat and rocked in the boat swing with a book I"d left there earlier in the afternoon. Presently, however, down ran Patty to ask if I would mind coming back to the house, as Mr.
and Mrs. Engelhorn had come especially to see me.
"To see me?" I repeated. "What for?"
"Oh, I suppose they thought it would be polite to call," said Patty.
"They"re such nice people. They have the farm with the low house opposite this. Mrs. Engelhorn was a city girl. Her father is the best jeweller in Arcona, and her brother has the biggest steam cleaning establishment there. She"s been beautifully educated, and he"s very intelligent. I guess you"ll like them."