"You mean--"
"I mean I would just as soon marry a cash-register. If he hadn"t told you himself I wouldn"t speak of it, but I"d be crazy in a week if I had to live in the house with a man like that. A straight line is crooked to him and a plummet much more apt to go wrong. I never could understand how such a correct person could have imagined he wanted to--"
"Marry you? He still expects to. He"s the most conceited a.s.s in the country. He can"t take it in that you won"t change your mind. Thinks it"s because you are young that you aren"t willing to marry yet.
Told me so last month."
He looked toward her, then threw his cigar away. "I have thought a great deal about the kind of man you ought to have for a husband, Mary, but I"ve never seen one good enough and never but one I"d be willing for you to marry."
"Who is that?"
"John Maxwell."
"That was very easy. Serves me right for not thinking about what I was asking." She got up. "I am tired. Please go home. And bring me to-morrow those plans of Hay & Hammond for the high-school, will you? I like theirs best, though of course a committee is to decide." She held out her hand. "Good-night."
He took it. "What terrible manners you have, Mary." Again he looked searchingly in her face, and again put the cape around her, picking it up from the floor, where it had fallen from her shoulders. "Are you very tired? You"ve done too much to-day. What time must I come to-morrow?"
"I don"t know. Telephone about ten and see if I am ready for you."
She pressed the b.u.t.ton, and, as Hedwig appeared, turned to her.
"Keep the light in the porch until Mr. Maxwell gets to the gate.
Good-night, John," and with a nod she turned and left him.
Chapter XI
A DAY OF ENTERTAINMENT
Miss Gibbie pressed the bell on her writing-table four times. Four rings were for the cook. They were rarely sounded, and therefore caused not only sudden cessation of work in the kitchen, but instant speculation as to what was wanted and what was wrong. Hearing them now, Tildy reached hastily for her clean ap.r.o.n and hurried up-stairs.
Ordinarily orders for the kitchen came through Miss Jane, the housekeeper, whose mother before her had kept the keys of the Gault house from the day of Mrs. Gault"s death to her own. When a direct order was given, or direct questions were asked, by Miss Gibbie, there were reasons for it which usually served for conversational material in the servant"s quarters later on.
Tildy stood before her mistress, hands clasped in front under her full blue-and-white check gingham ap.r.o.n, and feet wide apart.
"How you do this mornin", Miss Gibbie?" she asked, curtseying in a manner known only to herself. "I ain"t seen how you was for mos" a month, and I certainly is glad to look on you for myself; I certainly is. That lazy n.i.g.g.e.r Ceely is gittin" so airy and set up, "count o"
bein" parlor-maid, that she thinks it"s belowerin" of herself to talk to the kitchen about how things up-stairs is, less"n we have company, and I don"t ax her nothin", that I don"t. I hope you"s feelin" as peart as a young duck after a good rain, this mornin". You look like it. Ain"t never seen anybody wear better than you do, that I ain"t!"
And Tildy looked admiringly at the lady before her.
"And there never was anybody who could waste words like you do. If you don"t stop eating all that sweet stuff they tell me you live on you"ll be dead before you"re ready for judgment, and too fat to get through gates of any kind. I want to know about the things for lunch.
Is your part all right?"
"Yes, ma"am! And the only things fittin" to eat, cordin" to my thinkin", is what"s been made right here. All that truck what"s come from Washington is just slops, and, if you mark me, you"ll be dead if it"s et. I got too much respect for my insides to put things in me what looks like them things Miss Jane"s been unwrappin" all the mornin". And I tell you right now, Miss Gibbie, you better not be puttin" of "em in you. They"s flauntin" plum in the face of Providence. My stomach--"
"Is not to have a taste. And mine can take care of itself. I sent for you to tell you I want vegetable soup for dinner to-night, thick and greasy. The fish must be cold and no sauce, the goose half done, ham raw, vegetables unseasoned, rice pudding with no sugar, bread burnt, and coffee weak as water. If you see that this is done I will give you five dollars to-morrow. If anything is fit to eat you don"t get a cent."
"Jehosaphat hisself!" Tildy"s hands went up under the ap.r.o.n and the latter fell backward over her head. For a moment she rocked, then threw the ap.r.o.n off her face and dropped in a chair opposite Miss Gibbie, head protruding terrapin-wise, and eyes bulging.
"Now what in the name of--"
Miss Gibbie nodded toward her. "Did you understand what I said?"
"Yes, ma"am, I understand. That is, I heared it." Tildy"s head was shaken from side to side. "But "tain"t Gault doin"s to put high-falutin", Frenchified, crocheted-rosette food before some folks what ain"t used to it, and field-hand grub before them what"s the airiest in town. Ain"t nothin" like that ever been done in this house, what"s been known for its feed for fifty years, and I don"t believe your pa would like it, that I don"t. But--"
"A man was once hung for not minding his business, Tildy. Ever hear of him? Now you go right straight along back to the kitchen and see that what I want done is done. For the lunch you must do your best. Things are to be as good at that as they are bad for dinner to-night. Are you sure you understand?"
"Yes"m. I hear you. And that five dollars--"
Miss Gibbie waved her out. "Depends entirely on yourself. Not a penny unless I am satisfied. You understand that, too, don"t you?"
"I does that." Tildy"s chuckle was heard down the hall, and again Miss Gibbie pressed the bell on the table. Three rings were sounded this time, and Jackson, hearing his signal, hurried to her sitting-room, and at the open door stood waiting until she was ready to speak.
"At lunch to-day," she said, not looking up from the desk at which she was writing, "you had better have both dry and sweet wine.
Sherry, too, if any one wishes it. I don"t think the ladies take wine for lunch, and I don"t know the kind they care for. But have it out and begin with Sauterne."
Jackson bowed. "Yes"m," he said, and waited. Miss Gibbie"s writing continued, and after a moment Jackson put his hand to his mouth and coughed.
"To-night," he said, "just champagne or--"
"Just nothing. Not a drop of anything. If anybody wants water they can have it, but not even water out of a bottle."
"Nothin" in the gent"men"s room up-stairs?" Jackson stopped and stepped backward into the hall Miss Gibbie was looking at him.
"You can go, Jackson. Nothing to drink anywhere, and no cigars.
Wait a minute! For every mistake you make to-night there is fifty cents, but there mustn"t be more than ten. No discourtesy of course --just blunders. Am I understood?"
Jackson bowed again. "Yes"m, you is understood." And as he went softly down the steps he wiped his forehead and twisted his handkerchief into double and single knots in an effort to unravel a puzzle whose purpose was beyond guessing.
Out on the lawn as he cut and trimmed bush after bush of old-fashioned flowers, wheeling his barrow from place to place, and gathering up the clipped twigs and branches, he talked slowly to himself, and presently his brow cleared and the weight of responsibility lifted.
""Tain"t my doin"s," he said presently. "And "tain"t my business to tell other people how cracky some of their doin"s look to onlookers.
But it beat me that this heah kind o" dinner is a goin" to be give white folks in Mars Judge Gault"s house. Ain"t never seen such eatin"s anywhere as ladies and gent"men have sot down to in his day, and to think what Miss Gibbie is agoin" to do to-night is enough to make him grunt in glory. That "tis. I often wonder how he gits along, anyhow, without his juleps.
"But there"s a reason for what she"s a doin"." He looked critically at the branch of pomegranates in his hand, then let it fly back to its place near the top of the bush. "You can bet your best shoe-strings there"s a reason, but in all Gord"s world there ain"t n.o.body but her would act on it. I wonder if Miss Mary Cary knows about it? She ain"t agoin" to be here, and I bet Miss Gibbie ain"t told her what"s in her mind. She sho" do love her, though, Miss Gibbie do. But Miss Gibbie"s bound to let out every now and then and be Miss Gibbie-ish, and you mark me if this heah doin"s to-day ain"t a-lettin" out."
Through the open window he heard two rings of a bell--the housekeeper"s signal--and, with a glance upward and a soft chuckle, he carted his wheelbarrow behind the stables, then went into the house to make ready for lunch.
In her room Miss Gibbie pushed pen and paper aside. "Well, Jane,"
she said, "is everything ready?"
"Everything. You are coming down to see the table before the ladies come, aren"t you? I never saw anything so beau-ti-ful in all my life!"
"Oh yes you have. What did I send you to New York for, make you go to the best hotels and have you look into table arrangements and menus and things of that kind if you are to come back here and think a Yorkburg table is the most /beau-ti-ful/ you ever saw?"
She mimicked Jane"s emphasis of beautiful, then got up and stretched out her arms. "I"m getting as stiff as a stick. Well, come on. Let"s go down and see this French feast. Yorkburg hasn"t had anything new to talk about since the council meeting. Some unknown dishes will help them out for a day or two. If anybody stays later than three o"clock set the house on fire--do anything to make them go home.
There must be time to rest before the next invasion. You see that I get it!"
She walked slowly down the steps into the dining-room, and as she entered it she stopped in surprise, then went closer to the table.
For a moment she stood with her hands upon it, then walked around, viewing it from one side and then the other, and as she finished her survey she looked up.
"Mary Cary did this, I suppose?"