Eve repentant was Eve in her most charming mood. On Sunday morning she had apologized to Richard. "I was horrid, d.i.c.ky."
"Last night? You were. I wouldn"t have believed it of you, Eve."
"Oh, well, don"t be a prig. Do you remember how we used to make up after a quarrel?"
He laughed. "We had to go down on our knees."
She went down on hers, sinking slowly and gracefully to the floor.
"Please, I"m sorry."
"Eve, will you ever grow up?"
"I don"t want to grow up," wistfully. "d.i.c.ky, do you remember that after I had said I was sorry you always bought chocolate drops, and made me eat them all. You were such a good little boy, Richard."
"I was not," hotly.
"Why is it that men don"t like to be told that they were good little boys? You are a good little boy now."
"I"m not."
"You are--and you are tied to your mother"s ap.r.o.n strings."
"d.i.c.ky," she wailed, as he rose in wrath, "I didn"t mean that. Honestly.
And I"ll be good."
Still, with her feet tucked under her, she sat on the floor. "I"ve been thinking----"
"Yes, Eve."
"You and I have a birthday in March. Why can"t we have a big house-warming, and ask all the county families and a lot of people from town?"
"I"m not a millionaire, Eve."
"Neither am I. But there"s always Aunt Maude."
She spread out her hands, palms upward. "All I shall have to do is to wheedle her a bit, and she"ll give it to me for a birthday present.
Please, d.i.c.ky. If you say "yes" I"ll go down to Bower"s my very own self and ask Anne Warfield to come to our ball."
He stared at her incredulously. "You"ll do _what_?"
"Ask your little--school-teacher. Win scolded me last night, and said that I was a selfish pig. That I couldn"t expect to keep you always to myself. But you see I have kept you, d.i.c.ky. I have always thought that you and I could go on being--friends, with no one to break in on it."
Her eyes as she raised them to his were shadowed. He spoke heartily. "My dear girl, as if anything could ever come between us." He rose and drew her up from her lowly seat. "I"m glad we talked it out. I confess I was feeling pretty sore over the way you acted, Eve. It wasn"t like you."
Eve stuck to her resolution to go to Bower"s to seek out and conciliate Anne, and thus it happened that they found her making a Madonna of herself with Peggy in her arms, and Geoffrey Fox"s eyes adoring her.
Little Francois told his mother later that at first he had thought the lovely lady was a fairy princess; for Eve was quite sumptuous in her dinner gown of white and shining satin, with a fur-trimmed wrap of white and silver. She wore, also, a princess air of graciousness, quite different from the half appealing impertinence of her morning mood when she had knelt at Richard"s feet.
Anne, appeased and fascinated by the warmth of Eve"s manner, found herself drawn in spite of herself to the charming creature who discussed so frankly her plans for their pleasure.
"d.i.c.ky and I were born on the same day," she explained, "and we always have a party together, with two cakes with candles, and this year it is to be at Crossroads."
She invited Brinsley and Geoffrey on the spot, and promised the children a peep into fairy-land. Then having settled the matter to the satisfaction of all concerned, she demanded a fresh popper of corn, insisted on a repet.i.tion of Brinsley"s fish story, asked about Geoffrey"s book, and went away leaving behind her a trail of laughter and light-heartedness.
Later Anne was aware that she had left also a feeling of bewilderment. It seemed incredible that the distance between the mood of last night and of to-night should have been bridged so successfully.
Brushing her hair in front of the mirror, she asked herself, "How much of it was real friendliness?" Uncle Rod had a proverb, ""_A false friend has honey in his mouth, gall in his heart._""
She chided herself for her mistrust. One must not inquire too much into motives.
The sight of Richard"s bit of pine in the mirror frame shed a gleam of naturalness across the strangeness of the hour just spent. It seemed to say, "You and I of the country----"
Eve was of the town!
The weeks which followed were rare ones. Anne went forth joyous in the morning, and came home joyous at night. She saw Richard daily; now on the road, again in the schoolhouse, less often, but most satisfyingly, by the fire at Bower"s.
Geoffrey, noting jealously these evenings that the young doctor spent in the long front room, at last spoke his mind.
"What makes you look like that?" he demanded, as having watched Richard safely out of the way from an upper window, he came down to find Anne gazing dreamily into the coals.
"Like what?"
"Oh, a sort of seventh-heaven look."
"I don"t know what you mean."
"You won"t admit that you know what I mean."
She rose.
"Sit down. I want to read to you."
"I am afraid I haven"t time."
"You had time for Brooks. If you don"t let me read to you I shall have to sit all alone--in the dark--my eyes are hurting me."
"Why don"t you ask Dr. Brooks about your eyes?"
"Is Dr. Brooks the oracle?"
"He could tell you about your eyes."
"Does he tell you about yours?"
With a scornful glance she left him, but he followed her. "Why shouldn"t he tell you about your eyes? They are lovely eyes, Mistress Anne."