"They are not cooked to your liking, I fear! I wish, Dexie, you had looked after them a little better. How do you prefer your shad cooked, Mr.
Plaisted?" she added, in a concerned voice.
"I do not care for shad in any shape or form," he said, rather shortly, which caused everyone to look up in dismay, all except Dexie, and she seemed intent on finding the minutest bone.
"I am very sorry! You should have spoken about it sooner. Eliza, remove Mr.
Plaisted"s plate. I hope we have something else you can relish."
He made a show at eating what was set before him, but it was hard work.
Could his entertainers talk of nothing else but shad? It appeared not, for when the conversation seemed about to turn to other things a skilfully put question, or a bit of information, brought the fish back to be discussed in another light; consequently, the shad question was pretty well sifted. The method of catching them, the amount caught during the last season, the catch of the previous year compared with other years; in fact, Dexie seemed to have the fishing reports at her finger-ends, or at the end of her tongue, to speak literally, and Mr. Sherwood seemed delighted with the chance to air the knowledge he possessed to such an attentive listener. But Mr. Plaisted"s thoughts were elsewhere; he was repeating to himself the lines he had no power to forget, and when dinner was over he was almost a mental wreck.
Dexie was exulting in his misery, and was longing to let him know she was the author of it.
When they entered the parlor, Mr. Sherwood turned to Dexie, saying: "Give us some music, Dexie; something to cheer us up and drive away the blues,"
and he nodded at Plaisted, who had thrown himself into a chair.
But seated at the piano, Dexie still kept up the torture of the dinner table by selecting songs that suggested fishing, or fishermen"s daughters, until Plaisted rose and walked the floor in ill-concealed distress.
Feeling the crisis near at hand, she tried to think of something that would "cap the climax," but as nothing occurred to her, she added a verse impromptu to what she was singing:
"Oh! father dear, I"ve caught a fish; I"m sure it is a shad; Pray help me take him off the hook; you see he"s hurt so bad!"
This was too much for Plaisted. Taking a sudden turn he faced his tormentor, but she heeded not his angry looks.
"I tell you what, Sherwood!" and he wheeled around angrily, "if I had a daughter who would play such stuff as that, I"d--I"d smash the piano to atoms!" and he brought his fist down on the table with a crash.
"What do you mean, sir!" and Mr. Sherwood was on his feet in a moment.
"Your words and actions are insulting!" By this time Dexie was by her father"s side, ready to give the finishing stroke to her enemy, and gently pressing her father"s arm, said:
"Let me settle this affair, papa. I think, Mr. Plaisted, we can cry quits from to-day. You have found great delight in calling me "Dexter." I hope you are equally delighted to hear your own name repeated in its most obnoxious form. I find there is nothing more effective for a man of your stamp than to treat him as he delights to treat others. It is through my exertions that you have _enjoyed_ yourself so much to-day, and if you ever wish to have the pleasure repeated, just call me "Dexter," and I"ll do my best to repeat the entertainment."
Everyone looked at Dexie in surprise, and fearing that Plaisted might still have doubts as to her meaning, she swept him an elaborate courtesy, as she said:
"Good-bye, my dear Shadrach! don"t forget in the future that "I hold the whip-handle, dear Shadrach, my Shad!"" and before the family realized what this scene meant, Dexie had left the room and her voice was heard in the hall singing:
"Farewell to thee, oh Shadrach! my dearest Shad, adieu; But Dexter has hereafter the upper hand of you."
Plaisted was about to spring after her when Mr. Sherwood caught his arm.
"What does all this mean, Plaisted? Explain yourself, sir!"
"It means that I am the victim of the most diabolical practical joke that was ever perpetrated on an individual, and it appears that Miss Dexie is at the bottom of it, though you have all a.s.sisted her in carrying it out."
"If there is any joke afloat I am entirely ignorant of it, Plaisted, I a.s.sure you," said Mr. Sherwood. "I see that something is amiss, but I have no idea what it is, though apparently Dexie is not so innocent."
"Let me explain," cried Mr. Plaisted. "Miss Dexie has, in some way, found out what my second name is, and that it is as hateful to me as "Dexter" is to her, and she has made it the subject of a very cruel joke. As I supposed that n.o.body knew my full name, you can judge of my surprise when I received this from the office," and he held forth the valentine.
"Oh! that"s only a valentine, Plaisted. You surely did not allow such a little thing to disturb you?" said Mr. Sherwood.
"But see what the envelope contains," he urged, bringing out the bedecked fish.
But if he expected any sympathy, he was disappointed, for when Mr.
Sherwood"s eyes rested on the figure and read the lines beneath, shout after shout of laughter rang through the room, and when Gussie stepped over to see what the paper contained her shrill laughter joined the chorus.
"Well, it serves you just right, Mr. Plaisted," said she. "I told you she would make you repent it if you used her name so freely. But I wonder how she found out your name? Could she have been in the back parlor while we were talking?"
"I believe she was!" Plaisted replied. "But the shad for dinner? Need you have added that? The valentine was punishment enough!"
Another shout of laughter from Mr. Sherwood, and Gussie"s perplexed looks gave place to an amused smile.
"Dexie planned it herself! Ha! ha! ha! I see it all!" and Mr. Sherwood roared again. "She marked this out as a day of punishment for you, Plaisted, and she has carried it out pretty well! Ha! ha! It was she herself who told me to ask you to dinner, saying she had everything ready for you, and was going to "heap coals of fire" on your head because you had been treating her badly. Ha! ha! Guess you are pretty well scorched, sure enough!" and he leaned back in his chair and wiped his hot face.
"Yes, she _has_ scorched me! Those verses are burnt into my memory and repeat themselves in spite of me. But you seemed to have studied up the whole business of shad-fishing just for the occasion."
"But, on my honor, Plaisted, I was entirely ignorant that my talk was annoying you. Come to think of it, Dexie herself kept me at it. How she must have enjoyed it!" and he laughed again. "I thought it strange that she ordered shad for dinner," said Mrs. Sherwood. "Yet she actually asked me to scold her before you all if they were not cooked satisfactorily."
"You will not have a chance to call her "Dexter" again," said Gussie, "unless you want to be addressed as Shadrach or Shad. Whichever you dislike the most, you will be sure to get. Now I understand what she meant when she asked me before dinner if I would praise the shad," and she joined her father"s laugh; it was so contagious.
"Well, I will be compelled to cry quits, sure enough," said Plaisted; "but I never suspected that she could make such comical verses."
"Oh! that is second-hand poetry, Plaisted. She has been misquoting the "Widow Bedott" for your benefit," said Mr. Sherwood.
"And who is the "Widow Bedott"?"
"She is a character in a most amusing book. Let me advise you to take her as a travelling companion with you to-morrow. After you have read about her Shadrach, the poetry won"t trouble you as being too personal."
A short time later Mr. Plaisted left the house, but his day"s experience still rankled, and he could truthfully say it was the most unpleasant day he had ever spent. He mentally resolved that should he ever spend another hour in the society of Dexie Sherwood he would treat her with the greatest respect, for his day"s punishment would be a lasting reminder of her power of retaliation.
CHAPTER x.x.xVI.
Among the many social gatherings which the "Sherwood twins" attended were the weekly meetings of the Temperance and Benevolent Society, or the "T.
and B.," as it was usually styled.
This society included among its members most of the young people connected with the best families in the town.
It was not so aggressive in the temperance cause as some of the other existing societies, but it had its place, as its ever-increasing membership clearly showed. It accepted no one as a member who had at any time been addicted to the use of liquor, and it kept many young men from falling into the pernicious habit of using intoxicants.
Among the number who had lately signed their names to the const.i.tution of the society was Guy Traverse, the young manager of a large furniture establishment in the town. He had but recently been appointed to the position, but his pleasant, affable manners won him friends from all quarters.
He was quite an acquisition to the T. and B. Society: a fine reader, a good declaimer, witty and quick at repartee, the Social Committee of the society soon learned his value, and a smile of welcome greeted him wherever he made his appearance.
Being on the Social Committee, Dexie Sherwood was frequently thrown into his society, but by some mistake or unintentional oversight they had never been introduced, and there was something in Dexie"s manner that forbade him to make any advances without this formal introduction.
As it was taken for granted that all the members had been duly presented to each other, no one gave the matter a thought, and though the committee held several meetings, at which both were present, no one noticed the fact that these two were the only ones who did not exchange ideas on the matters before them.
One evening after the usual business matters were disposed of, the society proceeded to elect new officers for the ensuing quarter, and Guy Traverse"s popularity was sufficient to place him in the highest office in the gift of the society. When asked if he would like to name his own a.s.sistant, he turned to the speaker and smilingly replied: