A moment later they stepped through the gate that Lancy held open for them, while their new friend went briskly up the walk and entered the house in a manner that showed he was quite familiar with the place.
He had told Lancy as they walked along that he could recommend the house where he boarded, and as he gave such a good account of the place, Lancy determined to seek accommodation there.
"But there is one thing I must tell you," said the smiling stranger. "Mrs.
Morris is pretty sharp of tongue, and may make very strict inquiries as to who was your grandmother, and what calling your great-grandfather followed, before she will allow you to engage rooms. But do not mind it. I fancy you can satisfy her on those points. She is as clean as a new pin and an excellent cook--two good recommendations, you will allow."
"Well, I hope my ancestors will please her, for my sister is much in need of rest. Is her husband of the same turn of mind as herself?" Lancy smilingly asked.
"She is a widow, as is also her sister, who lives with her. It is the latter who owns the place, but it is the younger and sharper one who keeps it in running order. But here we are. I"ll go ahead and prepare the way for you," and he left Lancy to follow with the girls.
As they appeared at the door, Mrs. Morris was just coming towards it, saying in no gentle tone:
"Don"t you know any better, sir, than to rush into the house like that, leaving all the doors wide open behind you! Do you suppose people will want rooms here if they are swarming with flies?"
"On my honor, madam, there were only two that ventured through the door! I counted them!" was the positive reply.
"Come in quickly, sir," to Lancy; "and you women--girls, I mean," taking a second look, and shutting the door the moment they were inside of it. "You want rooms and board," she added sharply, looking them well over. "And how comes it that young people like you are travelling around without your parents? Not running away, are you?"
"Oh, no, madam!" replied Lancy, keeping a straight face by a great effort.
"We were on our way to Charlottetown, but the train was delayed by an accident, so we thought we would stay over in Truro and wait for the next boat."
"Didn"t get hurt by the accident, did you? for this ain"t no hospital, no way; only a plain boarding house for respectable people."
"We are not hurt in the least, madam, but we are very tired, and hope you will allow us to stay here for a day or two," Lancy hastened to explain, for her many objections began to alarm him.
"You come from Halifax, do you? Bad place that. Thieves and robbers thrive there, I"m told. How long have you lived there?"
This was addressed to Dexie, but she dared not open her mouth to answer lest she should laugh outright; and Elsie, fearing she might make some unfortunate speech that would send them to the right-about, hastened to reply: "For some years, ma"am; we used to live in England before we moved to Halifax."
"Oh! English, are you? I was afraid you were Irish. You resemble some I have seen. What trade does your father work at?"
"He has a store on Granville Street; but do let us stay here, please,"
Elsie replied, fearing that this catechising would result disastrously.
"Well, you seem proper enough. I guess you can stay." Then turning suddenly around to where their guide stood, biting his moustache, "This is Mr.
Maxwell."
The two girls bowed, and Mr. Maxwell replied: "And I believe this gentleman"s name is Gurney. Mr. Gurney, Mrs. Morris."
And Lancy, not to be outdone by all this formality, added: "Allow me to introduce my sister, Miss Gurney, and her friend, Miss Sherwood."
"What! you are not sisters! I thought you were, though you don"t look it, sure enough," said Mrs. Morris.
"I hope it don"t matter, Mrs. Morris," said Dexie, who actually thought the woman might refuse to keep her. "We are very dear friends, Miss Gurney and I, and will gladly occupy the one room while we are here."
"Very well. Step into the parlor. I will bring my sister to see you," and she disappeared in a twinkling, but returned a few moments later in a quiet, dignified manner with her sister, saying:
"These young people want to stay here a few days. Shall we keep them?"
"Why, to be sure, Matilda. Take off your hats, my dears; you look warm. So you are only going to make a short visit, my sister tells me."
"Yes; we are going on to Charlottetown in a day or two," Dexie replied.
"Perhaps you would like to go to your room at once? Matilda, let them have the pink room; it will be the most pleasant. I will try and entertain the young man while they are gone," said Mrs. Gleason, whose manner was as quiet and pleasant as her sister"s was sharp and abrupt.
But Maxwell had decided to see to the young man himself--long enough, at least, to find out something about his companion; so, as soon as Mrs.
Morris left the room, he turned to the good-natured sister, saying:
"Let me take him to my room for awhile, Mrs. Gleason; then you will not be bothered with either of us," and, reading permission in her smiling face, he led the way upstairs.
The room Maxwell occupied was really worth visiting, and it told at a glance the character of the owner. Its walls were decorated with articles that would not have been allowed inside the doors had Mrs. Morris beheld them in time to utter a protest, for she was as timid about some things as she was sharp in others. For instance, there was a fine breech-loading rifle, dear to the heart of Maxwell, that hung on the wall above a brace of handsome revolvers. These were the cause of constant terror and alarm to Mrs. Morris, for she never entered the room without a look of fear in their direction. She fully expected them to "blaze away at her," notwithstanding the fact that Maxwell had repeatedly a.s.sured her that they were not loaded.
Then there were several stuffed animals that had been deprived of life by these very weapons, and Maxwell had their forms preserved in as natural an att.i.tude as possible. While these added to the adornment of the room, they likewise served to increase Mrs. Morris" terror, and she could not get over the idea that they might "jump at her, for they always looked just ready to do it."
These, among other things, gave Mrs. Morris a particular aversion to the owner of the articles, for it was no trifling thing to keep this room well dusted and in proper order, with one"s body in a quiver of fright all the time, not knowing from what direction she might be a.s.sailed.
But the treasure that took Lancy"s eyes directly he entered the room was the display of fishing-rods that hung on the opposite wall, and he stepped up at once to examine them.
"That is a fine rod you have there," he remarked to Maxwell.
"Yes, rather; fishing is my favorite sport. I have caught a five-pounder with this light one," and in the discussion of flies, reels, etc., they were fast forgetting that they were utter strangers but two short hours ago.
Presently Maxwell asked, as if it had just occurred to him:
"Who is this young friend of yours, this Miss Sherwood? She is very amusing; quite an original, is she not?"
"Well, she is something different from the average young lady, if that is what you mean. She is an American."
"Ah! I thought as much; and your _sister"s_ particular friend, is she?"
giving a sly look at Lancy.
"Yes," not heeding the look, but aware of the hint conveyed in the words.
"My sister"s health is not good, and Miss Sherwood accompanies her to Charlottetown, as she was not willing to go alone. They have been very intimate ever since Miss Sherwood moved to Halifax. I am sure they are both well pleased that we did not stay at the hotel, seeing that through your kindness we have secured such comfortable quarters here."
"Don"t mention it! that appeal to the winds would have moved the hardest heart. I guess she got a start when I spoke from the window. Ha, ha! I fancy I see her yet. She would make a fine actress."
"You had better not make that remark to the lady in question. She would not consider it a compliment, I can tell you," said Lancy.
"No? Then what sort of a speech would your Miss Sherwood call complimentary?"
"Better try and find out for yourself," said Lancy, smiling. "It has been too hard a thing for me to discover for myself to give it away."
A few minutes later, hearing the voices of the young ladies in conversation with Mrs. Gleason downstairs, the young men joined them.
But the entrance of the gentlemen seemed to put a bridle on the tongues of the little party, for Dexie was not slow in perceiving that Maxwell was trying to quiz her, and it was very hard to withstand the good-humored banter of this young gentleman. She stood the teasing as long as she thought necessary, then her ready tongue made Maxwell confess that for once he had met his match, and the laughable occurrence of their first meeting was allowed to drop. Dexie was well aware that her snubbing was not relished, for Maxwell sat regarding her silently as she conversed in low tones to Elsie, pulling at his moustache with a restless movement that was quite annoying, if he only knew it.
Why is it that gentlemen who possess this ornamental appendage to their upper lip persist in using it so unkindly? You see it at all times and in all places, at home by their own fireside, in church, when the sermon is supposed to be occupying their attention, on the streets, in fact everywhere you will see the moustache undergoing torture at the hands of its possessor. Some merely smooth it out, or daintily curl the ends of it, if it happens to be long enough; some lick at it, like an animal at a lump of salt: some chew it savagely, till you wonder there is a hair of it left; in fact it is badly misused by the majority of men, for few leave it to serve its legitimate purpose.