Thinking it was Mark Perrin, a wild young lad with whom Georgie was forbidden to a.s.sociate, Dexie called out:
"Go away from here at once, you torment, or you"ll get your jacket dusted for you," and hastening to the gate as if eager to perform the operation, she found Guy Traverse awaiting the promised punishment.
Astonishment rendered her silent for a moment, when she laughingly exclaimed:
"For pity sake, Guy! was it you threw the pebbles?"
"Yes, and am I to believe that it was you who was whistling?"
"Well, as you took me for Georgie, it must have been well done, so I"ll own to the whistling; but what brings you here so early in the morning? I am not dressed for visitors at this hour," and she glanced down at her short frock, that revealed a neat foot and well-turned ankle; then pulling forward the sun-bonnet that had fallen back from her head, added:
"This is the latest style. I hope you admire it."
"I do, indeed," and his face filled the front of it for a moment.
"Oh! do come in till I shut the gate; someone might see us. Now, what do you want with Georgie, if I may ask?" and she lifted a saucy face to his.
"I didn"t want him particularly, but I thought it was he who was whistling, and I was going to ask him to look for you, but as it is your own sweet self, so much the better, for I want to speak to you here a minute."
"But why here, at the back gate?"
"I wanted to ask if you would drive into the country with me, as I have to go on a matter of business."
"Then why didn"t you go to the front door and ask me properly, sir?"
"Well, I am going to, just as soon as I find out if you can come or not.
You were up part of the night with your father, and I did not know but you were resting or too busy to come with me. In that case, Gussie might feel it her duty to accompany me."
"Oh, I see! I shall be most happy to accept your invitation, Mr. Traverse; so go around to the front door and ask me like a gentleman."
Shutting the gate after him, she entered the house, intending to have a little fun over the invitation.
His ring at the door was answered by Gussie, and Mr. Sherwood, who was dozing on his couch, brightened at once as he saw who was the visitor.
"A splendid morning, Traverse," was his greeting. "You are early to-day."
"Yes, I have called to see if you could spare Dexie for a drive with me this morning."
"Certainly. Gussie, hunt her up."
"Dexie is very busy this morning, papa," Gussie replied, "but I am at leisure, Mr. Traverse, if you are looking for company."
"Busy, is she?" said Mr. Sherwood; "then go and relieve her, Gussie, for she has been up half the night and needs a rest," and raising his voice, called:
"Dexie, Dexie; come here."
Dexie was standing outside the door waiting for this summons, and she entered the room, her head still enveloped in the enormous sun-bonnet, her arms bare to the elbow, and her whole appearance proclaiming her a busy little woman.
"Did you call me, papa?" and she stepped to his side.
The contrast between them was too painful, and Gussie blushed with embarra.s.sment, and hastily exclaimed:
"Leave the room, Dexie, Mr. Traverse is here."
"Where!" and the scoop-like bonnet was turned in his direction.
"Oh, good morning, Mr. Traverse. Excuse my toilet, but we wash sometimes at our house, and this is one of the times. Fine morning this for washerwomen. Now, what do you want of me, papa?" and she turned leisurely to her father again, much to Gussie"s horror.
"Well, Traverse called to take you for a drive, but I doubt if he will care to ask you after seeing you in such a rig."
"This is not my carriage dress, my dear papa, but my working suit; but seeing that Mr. Traverse has been talking to me at the back gate in this very _rig_ and survived the shock, I trust the second sight won"t prove disastrous. If you say you can spare me, I"ll promise not to appear in this costume in public. Thanks, papa. How soon do you wish to start, Mr.
Traverse?"
"In half an hour, if possible," was the smiling answer.
"You will find me waiting your appearance," and making a sweeping, old-fashioned courtesy, she pulled her bonnet forward with a jerk and danced out of the room.
Traverse looked after her with a smile, and with a few pleasant words to Mr. Sherwood, and a polite "good-morning" to Gussie, he bowed himself out.
As soon as Guy was beyond hearing, Gussie"s ill-humor found vent. She did not see why Dexie should leave her work to go about the country with young men, and Traverse must have regretted his invitation when he caught sight of Dexie"s ridiculous figure, her dress to the top of her boots and a sun-bonnet that would disgrace a country-woman! But one never knew what Dexie would do next. Awhile ago she could scarcely speak a civil word to Mr. Traverse, but now that she knows he expects to be married, her manner is just the reverse. Reproaches like these fell on Mr. Sherwood"s ears unheeded, but a kindly smile lit up his face when Dexie made her appearance, looking as dainty as if right out of a band-box, and as she drew on her gloves a handsome buggy drove up to the door.
Giving her father a hasty kiss, she whispered:
"I wish you were able to go in my place," then ran down the steps, and a few minutes later the high-spirited horse carried them out of sight.
They did not return for some hours, and Dexie enjoyed the little excursion exceedingly; she was grieved to find on her return that her father had spent a very sick day, and she regretted leaving him for her own pleasure.
"You needed the change, my dear," her father a.s.sured her. "You are losing your roses by waiting on me so constantly, and this hand is thinner than it was six months ago," and he patted the hand that rested in his own.
Mr. Sherwood was daily growing weaker, and had to keep his bed the greater part of the time. The old pain returned oftener, and was so very severe while it lasted that it kept them all in a constant state of alarm. This so worked on Mrs. Sherwood"s nerves that her fancied illness threatened to develop into something not quite so imaginative, and she required almost as much care as her husband. It became necessary for Gussie to spend a part of her time in her mother"s room, and this she disliked very much, for Mrs.
Sherwood was not a patient sufferer, and Gussie chaffed and fretted against the restraint to her liberty. Her extreme selfishness was so apparent that her mother received her half-hearted services with little thanks.
The constant care and attention which divided Dexie"s time between her father"s and her mother"s room made it very hard to keep domestic matters running smoothly, and Gussie"s obstinate refusal to take any part of the labor of the household or care of the children upon her own shoulders, gave Dexie little chance to get the rest she needed. This was telling on her health, and she was fast losing her rounded cheeks, and her eyes began to look so large and black that it made Guy"s heart ache to look at her. He wished to tell Mrs. Sherwood of their engagement, and even attempted to persuade Dexie into marrying him at once, so that he would have the right to protect her against some of the needless burdens that were put upon her young shoulders, but Dexie would not hear of it.
"Mother is aware that I expect to be married by and by; if she is making a mistake as to the man let it be for the present. Were the truth known, my life would be unbearable. It is all I can do to keep the true state of affairs from coming to papa"s ears, and he has enough to bear without family troubles being put upon him."
"My dear little girl, do you think I am going to let you stay here and be at the beck and call of everyone? Let me claim you at once; that will be the best way to settle the difficulty, and your father would say the same if he knew about it."
"But he must not know it, Guy; think how unhappy it would make him. It would never do, dear; but I have a good mind to write and ask Louie to come home. Surely aunt would let her come for a few weeks. I have written to her about it before, but she would not let her come unless she was positively needed, and I do think she is now. She must be quite a young lady by this time, and would be such a help and comfort. I believe I will write and ask her again."
That night, while Dexie sat up with her father, the letter was written, and Guy dropped it in the letter-box on his way home, and in less than a week, to Dexie"s great joy, Louie came rushing into the house, as fresh and strong as any little country la.s.sie.
Her coming did, indeed, make a great difference in the house, as Dexie expected. She brought such a new atmosphere into it with her quick, outspoken criticisms, that she worked quite a revolution.
Then she had so much that was new to tell them all, and it was told in such a breezy way, that her father brightened up as he listened. Her aunt had not sent her empty-handed either, for she had a loving and tender heart under a rather harsh exterior, the cold looks with which all sentiment was frowned down seemed but the rough, hard sh.e.l.l which covered a n.o.ble and generous disposition. But this rather severe aunt had refused Louie permission to make many visits at her father"s home, on account of the displeasure with which she regarded her mother. She had never been pleased at her brother"s marriage, and when Louie had been given over to her care she determined to cut off all connection with the mother"s influence.
Dexie"s letter had revealed more than she was aware to the keen, sharp-sighted woman, and Louie was sent to help wait on her father, with many admonitions as to her conduct at home. She was given a "month"s leave of absence," as Louie laughingly expressed it, but when alone with Dexie she admitted that her aunt would extend the time if her father should seem to be near the end.
Louie was very practical in many things, wasting little sentiment on trifles, and Mrs. Sherwood reaped the benefit of Louie"s strict bringing up, which she had received at the hands of her aunt.