Otoyo Sen, now Mrs. Matsuki, whose exceedingly regretfully but honorable husband was gone on short journey and baby Cho-Cho-San must stay with humble mother for the wedding. As Molly had expected to have the child, this was as it should be.
Katherine had demanded leave from the lectures she was delivering, and Edith had an excellent nurse for her baby and could leave her family easily. Margaret Wakefield had no children and was able to cancel the many engagements that such an important person was sure to have, and her house was in such good running order that her husband, the rising young congressman, would want for nothing in her absence. Jessie Lynch had declined two luncheons, a dinner dance, and a theatre party, besides breaking as many more engagements in order to come to this wedding of the old college friend. Jessie was still unmarried although she had been the one that the prophecy had married off first. Pretty little Jessie had so many lovers it was hard to choose among them.
The very first reply was from Judy and she, Judy-like, answered in person. She blew in at nightfall with a huge suitcase, many parcels and her gay chintz knitting bag stuffed full of various things besides knitting.
"Kent was dying to come but I told him no children and dogs were allowed," announced that glowing young matron as she dropped her belongings, scattering them all over the library floor, and rushed around kissing and hugging everybody in the room. "I have come to help.
I know you, Molly! You always act like triplets when there is any work on hand, and I know you, too, Nance! Your New England conscience will make you neglect Andy rather than seem to shirk work. I am here to sweep and dust and cook, take care of babies, or even to flirt with Andy if Nance does not look after him. I am going to dress the bride; find Edwin"s collar b.u.t.tons and studs for his dress shirt; see that the best man has the ring safe in his pocket; pay the preacher; put in the supply of rice and old shoes--in fact," she sang:
""Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And a bo"sun tight, and a midshipmite, And the crew of the captain"s gig.""
The Greens had been sitting quite sedately around the lamp engaged in their various occupations when Judy burst in on them. The professor was getting up a lecture for the morrow, Mildred was cutting out paper dolls, and Molly and Nance had for the moment put down their eternal knitting and were giving their attention to whipping on lace for the modest trousseau. But the whirlwind that came in swept aside all sane business. Needles were hastily thrust in cloth; thimbles were mislaid; paper dolls dropped for something livelier; and lecture preparation abandoned. When Judy, after the breathless announcement of having come and her reasons for coming, began on the Nancy Bell, Edwin sprang to his feet and, joining in the dance that Judy was improvising, sang in a rollicking mixture of tenor and baritone:
""And he shook his fist and tore his hair, Till I really felt afraid, For I couldn"t help thinking the man had been drinking, And so I simply said:
""Oh, elderly man, it"s little I know Of the duties of men of the sea, And I"ll eat my hand if I understand However you can be
""At once a cook and a captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And a bo"sun tight, and a midshipmite, And the crew of the captain"s gig.""
Little Mildred clapped her hands to see her dignified father cutting pigeon wings. She had yet to learn that dignity and Mrs. Kent Brown could not stay in the same room.
"Oh, Judy! It is good to see you," gasped Molly when the chorus, in which all of them joined, had been sung over twice. "What a Judy you are, anyhow!"
"Let me take your suitcase up-stairs," suggested Edwin.
"And I will carry your parcels," insisted Nance, who was happy indeed over seeing her old college friend again.
"There is not a bit of use in taking a thing up-stairs. All of my clothes are in the knitting bag. Those parcels are wedding presents and the suitcase is full of all kinds of plunder. This big bundle is a tea basket from Kent and me. You and Andy can go to housekeeping in it. We thought you would rather have it than silver or cut gla.s.s, since you are going where there are no side boards to speak of."
"Oh, Judy, how splendid! It is exactly what I have been longing for,"
cried Nance, opening the charming j.a.panese basket. "Only look, plates, cups and saucers, tea pot, coffee pot, sugar bowl, cream pitcher, spoons, knives, forks, cannisters for coffee, tea, sugar, crackers, hard alcohol stove, chafing dish and tea kettle! All packed in two square feet of basket!"
"A regular kitchen cabinet!" declared Molly. "n.o.body but Nance could ever get them packed again in the right place, I am sure, Nance and Otoyo, perhaps."
"I just know Otoyo is going to bring her one like mine! I never thought of that when I got it. I saw it at Vantine"s and simply fell in love with it. I wanted it so bad myself I got it for Nance. If Otoyo does bring one, I will exchange mine," said Judy generously.
"Indeed no! I wouldn"t mind having two one bit and I am certainly not going to give up my very first wedding present," blushed Nance.
"Here is a steamer rug from dear old Mary Stuart. See how warm and soft it is! This is a pocket set of Shakespeare from Jimmy Lufton! He brought it to the train!"
"But how lovely! I didn"t dream of getting any presents," said Nance.
"How did they know about Nance?" asked Molly.
"I "phoned them! I got your letter while Kent was at the armory so I just called up everybody I knew and told them the news. There is no telling what the excess calls will amount to, but I had either to do that or burst! "Phoning is cheaper than bursting.
"Now I bet you can"t guess what is in this great round box," said the effervescent Judy.
"Your wedding hat!" solemnly suggested Edwin.
"Hat your grandmother! Guess again!"
"A German bomb!"
"No! Cold, cold! You"ll never get it! It is a wedding cake sent by Madeline Pet.i.t and Judith Blount. Now what do you think of that?"
"Wonderful!" cried Molly, as she lifted the cake from its careful packing. "Fruit cake with white icing! How on earth did they happen to do it?"
"You see I "phoned them, too, because I always did like little Madeline in spite of the fact that she talks a fellow"s ear off. I am not so fond of Judith, but I do admire her. She has s.p.u.n.ked up so splendidly and taken her medicine like a man. She and Madeline are doing a thriving business in a swell part of town with tea rooms and all kinds of fancy cakes. Judith was the one who suggested sending the cake, Madeline told me. She said Judith said she knew Molly Brown would work herself to death over the wedding and she, for one, was going to send something to help out Molly. She said you were just goose enough to make the cake at home."
"I had planned to do it," laughed Molly. "I was going to start to-morrow."
"This huge box is candy to eat right now--that is Kent! I am almost afraid to eat it. He wanted to come so bad that he might have poisoned it for spite."
"Why didn"t you let him come? Dear old Kent!" exclaimed Molly.
"Well, I knew perfectly well that it is some job to sleep seven persons outside of one"s own household, and it is doubly difficult when there are two s.e.xes. Kent is as busy as can be anyhow: drilling day and night."
Kent Brown had taken the training at Plattsburg and was then engaged in pa.s.sing on this training to a company of militia in New York. He and Judy were eagerly awaiting the declaration of war by the United States.
There was no such thing as neutrality for them. Having been in France in that August of 1914, Judy considered herself already at war and Kent enthusiastically shared the sentiments of his wife. He was prepared to leave his profession of architecture, in which he was proving himself very successful, and join any regiment that was likely to see service.
Judy had done exactly what the Marquis d"Ochte had asked her to do: she had come back to New York and plunged into war relief work. Because of her enthusiasm and untiring energy she had been of great a.s.sistance in recruiting workers. Her admiring husband said that she was what one might call a real booster. Any campaign Judy plunged in was sure to be a whirlwind campaign. She had her father"s capacity for infinite work. Up to a certain period it had evinced itself in the form of infinite play, but now that the serious side of life had presented itself to her, the girl was working quite as hard as she had ever played. There was never anything half-way about our Judy. In New York she was canva.s.sing for suffrage, keeping up her painting, and with her own hands cutting and folding enough surgical dressings to fill the peace ship, besides rounding up many workers for the cause. With it all she managed to be a very satisfactory wife and housekeeper. She and Kent were blissfully happy. There were red letter days in their calendar when both of them stopped working and went on some mad frolic. They had made many friends in New York, friends with whom they both worked and played. They had a hospitable apartment where the redoubtable Ca"line reigned in the tiny kitchen, Ca"line, trained by Mrs. Brown at Chatsworth and chastened by dear old Aunt Mary until she "knowed her place an" kep" it."
Isn"t it fun to see Judy again? I hope my readers feel as glad for her to come bounding into these pages as the Greens and Nance Oldham did when she opened the door of the library at the Square Deal and, upsetting everything, scattered papers and parcels. .h.i.ther and yon, her vivid personality permeating every corner of the room.
Just before Judy said good-night, she paused and exclaimed, "I must tell you, Molly, how much I enjoy the dear little Virginia girls you have pa.s.sed on to me. The Tucker twins and Page Allison are just about the nicest girls I know, and Mary Flannagan is a duck. I used to be an awful sn.o.b about college girls,--somehow, I thought girls who did not go to college were not worth knowing, but I have changed my mind since I have met these girls. They are an interesting lot and as far as I can see know as much as we do."
"I knew you would like them. I simply fell in love with them last spring in Charleston. Have you met their father?"
"No, but he must be some father! The girls call him Zebedee, which appeals to me, having always called mine Bobby."
"Zebedee? What a strange name!" said Nance.
"They say it is because n.o.body ever believes he is their father and so they want to know: "Who is the father of Zebedee"s children?" It seems he is only about twenty years older than they are and is one of those persons who never gets on in years. They declare they are really more mature than he is and not nearly so agile," laughed Judy.
"I have been meaning to ask them to Wellington and must certainly do it before they go back to Richmond," declared Molly, on hospitality bent as usual.
"All right, honey, but let"s get Nance safely married and the wedding feast disposed of," insisted Judy, who thought her brother-in-law looked a little alarmed, fearing that Molly might decide that this was as good a time as any to have the Tuckers and Page Allison visit them.
"Of course! I didn"t mean now but later on, although it is a pity to put it off too long," teased Molly, seeing the worried look on Edwin"s face.
"I might make up two bunks on the pantry shelves and let one of them sleep in the bath tub."
CHAPTER XI
AN INTERESTING COUPLE