"Let"s make a list, then, and figure it out."
This occupied them some time and proved a very fascinating occupation to the poor girl, who had never before had so much money to spend at one time.
"I owe it all to Mary Louise," she said gratefully, as Josie rose to depart. "It seems like no one can refuse Mary Louise anything. When she asked me to be more careful in my speech didn"t I do better? I slips, now an" then, but I"ms always tryin". And she tackled Gran"dad. If you or me--or I--had asked Gran"dad for that money, Josie, we"d never "a"
got it in a thousan" years. Why do you s"pose Mary Louise gits into people the way she does?"
"It"s personality, I suppose," answered Josie, thoughtfully. And then, realizing that Ingua might not understand that remark, she added: "There"s no sham about Mary Louise; she"s so simple and sweet that she wins hearts without any effort. You and I have natures so positive, on the contrary, that we seem always on the aggressive, and that makes folks hold aloof from us, or even oppose us."
"I wish I was like Mary Louise," said Ingua with a sigh.
"I don"t," declared Josie. "We can"t all be alike, you know, and I"d rather push ahead, and get a few knocks on the way, then have a clear path and no opposition."
CHAPTER XX AN UNEXPECTED APPEARANCE
For a week it was very quiet at Cragg"s Crossing. The only ripple of excitement was caused by the purchase of Ingua"s new outfit. In this the child was ably a.s.sisted by Mary Louise and Josie; indeed, finding the younger girl so ignorant of prices, and even of her own needs, the two elder ones entered into a conspiracy with old Sol and slyly added another ten dollars to Ingua"s credit. The result was that she carried home not only shoes and a new hat--trimmed by Miss Huckins without cost, the material being furnished from the fund--but a liberal supply of underwear, ribbons, collars and hosiery, and even a pair of silk gloves, which delighted the child"s heart more than anything else.
Miss Huckins" new dress proved very pretty and becoming, and with all her wealth of apparel Ingua was persuaded to dine with Mary Louise at the Kenton house on Sat.u.r.day evening. The hour was set for seven o"clock, in order to allow the girl to prepare her grandfather"s supper before going out, and the first intimation Old Swallowtail had of the arrangement was when he entered the house Sat.u.r.day evening and found Ingua arrayed in all her finery.
He made no remark at first, but looked at her more than once--whether approvingly or not his stolid expression did not betray. When the girl did not sit down to the table and he observed she had set no place for herself, he suddenly said:
"Well?"
"I"m goin" to eat with the Hathaways to-night," she replied. "Their dinner ain"t ready till seven o"clock, so if ye hurry a little I kin wash the dishes afore I go."
He offered no objection. Indeed, he said nothing at all until he had finished his simple meal. Then, as she cleared the table, he said:
"It might be well, while you are in the society of Mary Louise and Colonel Hathaway, to notice their method of speech and try to imitate it."
"What"s wrong with my talk?" she demanded. She was annoyed at the suggestion, because she had been earnestly trying to imitate Mary Louise"s speech.
"I will leave you to make the discovery yourself," he said dryly.
She tossed her dishes into the hot water rather recklessly.
"If I orter talk diff"rent," said she, "it"s your fault. Ye hain"t give me no schooling ner noth"n". Ye don"t even say six words a week to me.
I"m just your slave, to make yer bed an" cook yer meals an" wash yer dishes. Gee! how"d ye s"pose I"d talk? Like a lady?"
"I think," he quietly responded, "you picked up your slang from your mother, who, however, had some education. The education ruined her for the quiet life here and she plunged into the world to get the excitement she craved. Hasn"t she been sorry for it many times, Ingua?"
"I don"t know much "bout Marm, an" I don"t care whether she"s sorry or not. But I do know I need an eddication. If Mary Louise hadn"t had no eddication she"d "a" been just like me: a bit o" junk on a sc.r.a.p-heap, that ain"t no good to itself ner anybody else."
He mused silently for a while, getting up finally and walking over to the door.
"Your peculiarities of expression," he then remarked, as if more to himself than to the child, "are those we notice in Sol Jerrems and Joe Brennan and Mary Ann Hopper. They are characteristic, of the rural population, which, having no spur to improve its vocabulary, naturally grows degenerate in speech."
She glanced at him half defiantly, not sure whether he was "pokin" fun at her" or not.
"If you mean I talks country talk," said she, "you"re right. Why shouldn"t I, with no one to tell me better?"
Again he mused. His mood was gentle this evening.
"I realize I have neglected you," he presently said. "You were thrust upon me like a stray kitten, which one does not want but cannot well reject. Your mother has not supplied me with money for your education, although she has regularly paid for your keep."
"She has?" cried Ingua, astounded. "Then you"ve swindled her an" me both, for I pays for more"n my keep in hard work. My keep? For the love o" Mike, what does my keep amount to? A cent a year?"
He winced a little at her sarcasm but soon collected himself. Strangely enough, he did not appear to be angry with her.
"I"ve neglected you," he repeated, "but it has been an oversight. I have had so much on my mind that I scarcely realized you were here. I forgot you are Nan"s child and that you--you needed attention."
Ingua put on her new hat, looking into a cracked mirror.
"Ye might "a" remembered I"m a Cragg, anyhow," said she, mollified by his tone of self reproach. "An" ye might "a" remembered as _you"re_ a Cragg. The Craggs orter help each other, "cause all the world"s ag"in "em."
He gave her an odd look, in which pride, perplexity and astonishment mingled.
"And you are going into the enemy"s camp to-night?"
"Oh, Mary Louise is all right. She ain"t like them other snippy girls that sometimes comes here to the big houses. _She_ don"t care if I _am_ a Cragg, or if I talks country. I like Mary Louise."
When she had gone the old man sat in deep thought for a long time. The summer evening cast shadows; twilight fell; darkness gradually shrouded the bare little room. Still he sat in his chair, staring straight ahead into the gloom and thinking.
Then the door opened. Shifting his eyes he discovered a dim shadow in the opening. Whoever it was stood motionless until a low, clear voice asked sharply:
"Anybody home?"
He got up, then, and shuffled to a shelf, where he felt for a kerosene lamp and lighted it.
"Come in, Nan," he said without turning around, as he stooped over the lamp and adjusted the wick.
The yellow light showed a young woman standing in the doorway, a woman of perhaps thirty-five. She was tall, erect, her features well formed, her eyes bright and searching. Her walking-suit was neat and modish and fitted well her graceful, rounded form. On her arm was a huge basket, which she placed upon a chair as she advanced into the room and closed the door behind her.
"So you"ve come back," remarked Old Swallowtail, standing before her and regarding her critically.
"A self-evident fact, Dad," she answered lightly, removing her hat.
"Where"s Ingua?"
"At a dinner party across the river."
"That"s good. Is she well?"
"What do you care, Nan, whether she is well or not?"
"If she"s at a dinner party I needn"t worry. Forgive the foolish question, Dad. Brennan promised to bring my suit case over in the morning. I lugged the basket myself."
"What"s in the basket?"
"Food. Unless you"ve changed your mode of living the cupboard"s pretty bare, and this is Sat.u.r.day night. I can sleep on that heartbreaking husk mattress with Ingua, but I"ll be skinned if I eat your salt junk and corn pone. Forewarned is forearmed; I brought my own grub."