"I ain"t goin"," repeated Miss Theodosia, tremulously smiling. "j.a.pan! I wouldn"t go to _six_ j.a.pans!"
"Then take it off o" our arms, quick! You take off Carruthers", Stefana.
I"ll undo Elly Precious"s. Oh, goody! Oh, mercy gracious, I feel "s if we ought to take hold o" hands an"--an" _wave_!"
At the end of her letter to Cornelia Dunlap Miss Theodosia wrote: "You can"t tempt me with all your cherry blossoms. I"ve got home, Cornelia, and all my little Flaggs are waving. Come and see _my_ Flaggs."
It was mid-September and Miss Theodosia found out-of-doors a pleasant place to be. She had made an errand down to the business portion of the little town for the sheer pleasure of the going and coming,--a morning errand, as the afternoons were sacred to tea,--and now was coming leisurely back, sniffing the sun-sweet air. She turned off the quiet, side street she had been using as a long way home, into the main street of the town, only to find her progress interrupted by unseemly and noisy crowds. Miss Theodosia loved all things seemly and quiet. How she despised a crowd, and this one--she brought up short in actual disgust on the outer edge of it. Thus was her stately little progress stayed.
People surged about her and jostled her good-naturedly. She was in the crowd.
"What is it? Has there been an accident?" she inquired of the nearest jostler. It was a ragged and radiant child.
"Axident! Didn"t ye know there was a circus? We"re waitin" for the p"rade. I hear it! I hear it comin"!"
The crowd surged ahead toward the street curb. Against her will, Miss Theodosia surged, too. Loud cries filled her ears--ecstatic cries of little children. Down the usually quiet street marched, in all its brilliancy of color and tinsel and tawdry splendor, the street parade.
Horses curvetted, elephants patiently plodded, huge cars of mystery swung by; clowns smirked, to the riotous joy of that awful crowd.
"See him sittin" tail to! That one there--there!"
"Look-a that one with the spotted panth! Look at him throw kitheth!"
"They"s man-eatin" lions in that cage--see the lady sittin" with "em!"
"See that man top o" the band waggin that shoots up his neck _yards_--quick! See him shorten it again!"
Miss Theodosia saw all, against her will. All her thirty-six years she had held aside her dainty skirts from people who went to circuses, but how could she hold them aside now? There was not room. She was caught in the swirl and noise and glee.
Suddenly a familiar voice struck her ear. Evangeline"s voice! Drawn up on the curbing in a vantage-spot that only they who come early and patiently wait can secure, was the entire family of little Flaggs. At a new angle Miss Theodosia was able to see plainly their breathless ecstasy. She could hear what Evangeline was saying.
"Oh, isn"t it elegant--oh, look, Stefana! Oh, don"t you hope circuses"ll be free in Heaven--not jus" the p"rade, but the show!"
Then and there Miss Theodosia"s heartstrings throbbed unmercifully; she could not do anything with them; they would throb. In vain she turned away--looked at other faces--listened to other voices. It was Evangeline she heard, with her wistful cry, and the little line of Flaggs that she saw.
"There"s Miss Theodosia--there, there, Stefana! She"s come to the p"rade!"
"Miss Theodosia! Miss Theodosia! Look, Elly Precious, quick!" And it was Elly Precious she saw, held high by eager arms. That minute she yielded to the wild impulse within. She pressed forward to speaking distance.
"Who will go to the show with me this afternoon? All in favor say aye."
"Mercy gracious, you don"t honest mean--"
"Miss Theodosia!" Stefana"s lean little face actually whitened.
"I honest mean. Isn"t anybody going to say aye?"
"I!"
"I!"
"I!"
The joyous chorus of "I"s"! The jubilant waving of every little Flagg!
For the moment, the gorgeous tinseled parade was forgotten in the vaster antic.i.p.ative glories of the show. Miss Theodosia"s heartstrings throbbed a little louder but tunefully. She had forgotten her skirts.
Shows begin early and last long. Miss Theodosia"s show began at the opening of the gates. She and her little string of followers filed in.
"Mercy gracious!" breathed Evangeline in awesome delight at the vision spread before her.
"Mercy gracious!" breathed Miss Theodosia. They were different mercy graciouses. But a miracle was on the way to her, coming straight and fast through the crowds of festive circus-goers. Very soon now--in an hour--in another moment--It arrived! Miss Theodosia felt herself yielding to the lure of the sawdust and the side shows--the pink lemonade and the balloons. She was entering in! She was not Miss Theodosia who detested crowds; in the tight grip of the miracle, she was Miss Theodosia who thrilled and enjoyed.
"Isn"t it elegant? Oh, aren"t you happy!" cried Evangeline.
"Aren"t I!" gallant Miss Theodosia responded. She caught Evangeline"s sleeve. "What is that man shouting about--there, in front of that big tent?"
"Oh, I don"t know, but it"s somethin" splendid. I know it"s somethin"
splendid! I"ll go "n" see."
"I"ll go with you. Stefana, stay with the rest of the children. We"ll be right back." Miss Theodosia laughed as she and Evangeline went, hand in hand. In a moment they were back for the rest. It was "somethin"
splendid"--come! come!
They drank pink lemonade and ate ice-cream cones. Elly Precious and Carruthers waved gay balloons. Evangeline chose a cane.
"I need one. I"m so happy I tumble over! I never was so happy "xcept when Elly Precious stopped havin" the measles. That was as splendid as this, but it wasn"t as _splendid_ splendid. Miss Theodosia, don"t you feel all beautiful and jiggy inside?"
"All beautiful and jiggy!" nodded Miss Theodosia, wondering a little whether it was all circus or some pink lemonade.
"I like the wholeness of it best," Stefana said, taking in the animated scene with an artist"s eye.
"I don"t! I like the every little speckness of it," Evangeline chirped.
"I like that "normous big tent an" that tiny little one--I like that balloon man--I like that little darky baby--isn"t he black as the ace of s.p.a.ce, Miss Theodosia! Oh, I like every blade o"--sawdust!" Her laugh trilled out gayly.
"But we haven"t seen it yet--the show."
"Miss Theodosia! You don"t honest mean we"re goin" in? Stefana, she does--she means! We"re goin" in!" As of course they were. The best seats in the great tented arena were none too good for them. Stefana laboriously shut up Elly Precious" go-cart, and Miss Theodosia lifted Elly Precious in her arms. In the procession they sought those best-of-all seats. What followed, even Evangeline gazed upon in silence; there were no words in Evangeline"s dictionary for what followed. She sat on the edge of the best-of-all seat and drank in riders and clowns and dizzy performing fairies--an intoxicating draught.
"Miss Theodosia," in a tiny whisper.
"Yes, dear?"
"Ain"t you glad you ain"t dead? "Cause you don"t need to be." Which was Evangeline"s way of complimenting Heaven. There was no need of dying to find out its marvels--not now. Miss Theodosia slipped one of the small hands into hers and squeezed it; squeezing established understanding.
They knew--they understood.
"Well, upon my word!" a deep voice exclaimed behind them. With one accord Miss Theodosia and her Flaggs wheeled about. The Tract Man--Shadow Man--Reformed Doctor stood there, smiling. He was eating popcorn from a paper bag. Transferring the bag to Evangeline, he held out his hands for the baby.
"You here?" Miss Theodosia exclaimed stupidly.
"Yes--are you?"