"Aunt Lulu made three pies!" she screamed, and shook her straight hair.
"Gracious sakes," said Ninian. "I brought her a pup, and if I didn"t forget to give it to her."
They adjourned to the porch--Ninian, Ina, Monona. The puppy was presented, and yawned. The party kept on about "the place." Ina delightedly exhibited the tomatoes, the two apple trees, the new shed, the bird bath. Ninian said the un-spellable "m--m," rising inflection, and the "I see," prolonging the verb as was expected of him. Ina said that they meant to build a summer-house, only, dear me, when you have a family--but there, he didn"t know anything about that. Ina was using her eyes, she was arch, she was coquettish, she was flirtatious, and she believed herself to be merely matronly, sisterly, womanly ...
She screamed. Dwight was at the gate. Now the meeting, exclamation, ba.n.a.lity, guffaw ... good will.
And Lulu, peeping through the blind.
When "tea" had been experienced that evening, it was found that a light rain was falling and the Deacons and their guests, the Plows, were constrained to remain in the parlour. The Plows were gentle, faintly l.u.s.trous folk, sketched into life rather lightly, as if they were, say, looking in from some other level.
"The only thing," said Dwight Herbert, "that reconciles me to rain is that I"m let off croquet." He rolled his r"s, a favourite device of his to induce humour. He called it "croquette." He had never been more irrepressible. The advent of his brother was partly accountable, the need to show himself a fine family man and host in a prosperous little home--simple and pathetic desire.
"Tell you what we"ll do!" said Dwight. "Nin and I"ll reminisce a little."
"Do!" cried Mr. Plow. This gentle fellow was always excited by life, so faintly excited by him, and enjoyed its presentation in any real form.
Ninian had unerringly selected a dwarf rocker, and he was overflowing it and rocking.
"Take this chair, do!" Ina begged. "A big chair for a big man." She spoke as if he were about the age of Monona.
Ninian refused, insisted on his refusal. A few years more, and human relationships would have spread sanity even to Ina"s estate and she would have told him why he should exchange chairs. As it was she forbore, and kept glancing anxiously at the over-burdened little beast beneath him.
The child Monona entered the room. She had been driven down by Di and Jenny Plow, who had vanished upstairs and, through the ventilator, might be heard in a lift and fall of giggling. Monona had also been driven from the kitchen where Lulu was, for some reason, hurrying through the dishes. Monona now ran to Mrs. Bett, stood beside her and stared about resentfully. Mrs. Bett was in best black and ruches, and she seized upon Monona and patted her, as her own form of social expression; and Monona wriggled like a puppy, as hers.
"Quiet, pettie," said Ina, eyebrows up. She caught her lower lip in her teeth.
"Well, sir," said Dwight, "you wouldn"t think it to look at us, but mother had her hands pretty full, bringing us up."
Into Dwight"s face came another look. It was always so, when he spoke of this foster-mother who had taken these two boys and seen them through the graded schools. This woman Dwight adored, and when he spoke of her he became his inner self.
"We must run up-state and see her while you"re here, Nin," he said.
To this Ninian gave a casual a.s.sent, lacking his brother"s really tender ardour.
"Little," Dwight pursued, "little did she think I"d settle down into a nice, quiet, married dentist and magistrate in my town. And Nin into--say, Nin, what are you, anyway?"
They laughed.
"That"s the question," said Ninian.
They laughed.
"Maybe," Ina ventured, "maybe Ninian will tell us something about his travels. He is quite a traveller, you know," she said to the Plows. "A regular Gulliver."
They laughed respectfully.
"How we should love it, Mr. Deacon," Mrs. Plow said. "You know we"ve never seen _very_ much."
Goaded on, Ninian launched upon his foreign countries as he had seen them: Population, exports, imports, soil, irrigation, business. For the populations Ninian had no respect. Crops could not touch ours. Soil mighty poor pickings. And the business--say! Those fellows don"t know--and, say, the hotels! Don"t say foreign hotel to Ninian.
He regarded all the alien earth as barbarian, and he stoned it. He was equipped for absolutely no intensive observation. His contacts were negligible. Mrs. Plow was more excited by the Deacons" party than Ninian had been wrought upon by all his voyaging.
"Tell you," said Dwight. "When we ran away that time and went to the state fair, little did we think--" He told about running away to the state fair. "I thought," he wound up, irrelevantly, "Ina and I might get over to the other side this year, but I guess not. I guess not."
The words give no conception of their effect, spoken thus. For there in Warbleton these words are not commonplace. In Warbleton, Europe is never so casually spoken. "Take a trip abroad" is the phrase, or "Go to Europe" at the very least, and both with empress.e.m.e.nt. Dwight had somewhere noted and deliberately picked up that "other side" effect, and his Ina knew this, and was proud. Her covert glance about pensively covered her soft triumph.
Mrs. Bett, her arm still circling the child Monona, now made her first observation.
"Pity not to have went while the going was good," she said, and said no more.
n.o.body knew quite what she meant, and everybody hoped for the best. But Ina frowned. Mamma did these things occasionally when there was company, and she dared. She never sauced Dwight in private.
And it wasn"t fair, it wasn"t _fair_--
Abruptly Ninian rose and left the room.
The dishes were washed. Lulu had washed them at break-neck speed--she could not, or would not, have told why. But no sooner were they finished and set away than Lulu had been attacked by an unconquerable inhibition.
And instead of going to the parlour, she sat down by the kitchen window.
She was in her chally gown, with her cameo pin and her string of coral.
Laughter from the parlour mingled with the laughter of Di and Jenny upstairs. Lulu was now rather shy of Di. A night or two before, coming home with "extra" cream, she had gone round to the side-door and had come full upon Di and Bobby, seated on the steps. And Di was saying:
"Well, if I marry you, you"ve simply got to be a great man. I could never marry just anybody. I"d _smother_."
Lulu had heard, stricken. She pa.s.sed them by, responding only faintly to their greeting. Di was far less taken aback than Lulu.
Later Di had said to Lulu: "I s"pose you heard what we were saying."
Lulu, much shaken, had withdrawn from the whole matter by a flat "no."
"Because," she said to herself, "I couldn"t have heard right."
But since then she had looked at Di as if Di were some one else. Had not Lulu taught her to make b.u.t.tonholes and to hem--oh, no I Lulu could not have heard properly.
"Everybody"s got somebody to be nice to them," she thought now, sitting by the kitchen window, adult yet Cinderella.
She thought that some one would come for her. Her mother or even Ina.
Perhaps they would send Monona. She waited at first hopefully, then resentfully. The grey rain wrapped the air.
"n.o.body cares what becomes of me after they"re fed," she thought, and derived an obscure satisfaction from her phrasing, and thought it again.
Ninian Deacon came into the kitchen.
Her first impression was that he had come to see whether the dog had been fed.
"I fed him," she said, and wished that she had been busy when Ninian entered.