"I--I believe I"ll take it off," I thought as I stood in the doorway.
Just then Royal opened the door and saw me. "Ye G.o.ds!" he exclaimed, "you look like a saint, Phbe."
"But I"m not! I"m far from being a saint!"
"Don"t be one, please. If you turn saint I shall be disconsolate. I don"t like saints of women and I want to keep on liking you, little Bluebird. Remember, you promised me the first dance."
"I don"t know--I don"t feel like dancing."
"Oh, but you must! You look like a Quakeress but no one expects you to act like one to-night. I"m going up to dress--I"m going as a monk to match you."
He ran off, laughing, and I went in search of Virginia. My heart was heavy. The sudden appearance of Mother Bab and David brought me a vivid impression of the contrast between their lives and mine and the thoughts left me worried and restless. What was I doing? Was I shaping my life in such a way that it would never again fit into the simple grooves of country life? The dance lost its charm for me. I danced and made merry and tried to enter into the gay spirit of the occasion but I longed all the time to be with Mother Bab and David riding to Lancaster County.
CHAPTER XXIV
DIARY--DECLARATIONS
_March 22._
SPRING is here but I"d never know it if I didn"t read the calendar. I haven"t seen a robin or heard a song-sparrow. Just the same, I"ve had a wonderful time these past weeks. Of course my music gets first attention. I"m getting on well, though I"m beginning to see what a long, long time it will take before I become a great singer. Since I have heard really great singers I wonder whether I was not too presumptuous when I thought I might be one some day. I went to several big churches lately and heard fine music.
I thought Lent would be a dull season but it"s been gay enough for me.
There has been unusual activity, Virginia says, because of so many charitable affairs held for the benefit of the war sufferers.
I bought a new spring hat, a dream. Hope Aunt Maria never asks me what I paid for it. After wearing Greenwald hats all my life this one was coming to me.
But my thoughts are not all of frivolous matters. I have taken advantage of some of the opportunities Philadelphia offers to improve my mind and broaden my vision. I"ve been to lectures and plays and enjoyed them all.
I asked Royal to-day why he never worked. He laughed and said I was an inquisitive Bluebird. Then he told me his parents left him enough money to live without working. He never did a solid hour"s real work in his whole life. With his talent and his personal attractions he might become a famous musician if he had some odds to fight against or some person to encourage him and make him do his best. He said he knows he never developed his talent to the full extent but that since he knows me he is playing better than he did before. I wonder if I really am an inspiration to him. I suppose a genius does need a wife or sympathetic friend to bring out the best in him. He has been so lovely, showing his fondness for me in many ways, but he has never said anything sentimental like he did the day we sat by the fire. Sometimes he does say ambiguous things that I can"t understand. He is surely giving me a long time to think it over. I like him but I"m afraid he"s cynical, and it worries me.
There are other things, too, to dim the blue these days. War clouds are threatening. U-boats of Germany are sinking our vessels. Where will it all end?
_April 7._
War has been declared. America is in it at last. I came home to-day feeling disheartened and sad. War was the topic everywhere I went.
Papers, bulletin-boards flaunted the words, "The world must be made safe for democracy." People on the streets and in cars spoke about it, newsboys yelled till they were hoa.r.s.e.
I stopped to see Virginia but she was out. Royal said he"d entertain me till she returned. He laughed at my tragic weariness about the war.
"I"ll tell you, Bluebird," he whispered as he sat beside me, "we"ll talk of something better. I love you."
The fire in his eyes frightened me. I couldn"t look at him. "Why do you say such things?" I asked, and I couldn"t keep my voice from trembling.
That didn"t hush him--he said some more. He told me how he loves me, how he waited for me all his life and wants me with him. He quoted the verse I like so much, "Thou beside me singing in the wilderness--O wilderness were Paradise enow!" Then he asked me frankly if I loved him.
I couldn"t answer right away. Now that the thing I had dreamed of was actually happening I was dazed and stupid and sat like a b.u.mp-on-a-log.
He asked me again and before I knew what he was doing he had taken me into his arms and kissed me. "Say you love me," he pleaded.
I said what he wanted to hear and he kissed me again. We were both very happy. It is almost too wonderful to believe!
A few minutes later we heard Virginia enter the hall and we came back to earth. I know my cheeks still burned but Royal"s ready poise served him well. He told his cousin he had been trying to make me forget about the war.
Virginia probably thought my excitement was due to the war. She began at once to speak about it. "America is in it and we can"t forget it. Every true American must help."
"Do your bit, knit," chanted the musician.
She asked him if he is going to do his bit. He flushed and looked vexed, then explained that he can neither knit nor fight, that he is a musician.
Virginia argued that if he could play a violin he could learn to play a bugle, that many of the men who will fight for the flag are men who have never been taught to fight. She spoke as if she thought Royal should enlist in some branch of government service at once.
I resented her words. "Do you want Royal to go to war and be killed?" I asked her.
"My dear," she said solemnly, "have you ever heard that there is such a thing as losing one"s life by trying to save it?"
That startled me. I realized then that the war is going to be a very serious matter, that there will be work for each one of us to do. But Royal laughed and made me forget temporarily every solemn, sad thing. He told Virginia that she was over-zealous, that she need not worry about him. He"d be a true American and give his money to help protect the flag. We began to play Bridge then and I thought no more about the war for an hour or two.
_April 12._
I have learned to knit. Virginia has taught me and we are elbow-deep in gray and khaki wool. I have wound it and purled it and worked on the thing till I"m tasting fuzz. But I do want to do the little bit I can to help my country. This war _is_ a serious matter. Already people are talking about who is going to enlist--what if David would go! I hope he won"t--yet I don"t want him to be a coward. Oh, it"s all too confusing and terrible to think long about. I try to forget it for a time by remembering that Royal Lee cares for me. He has told me over and over that he loves me. Love _must_ be blind, for he thinks I am beautiful and perfect. I"m glad I look like that to him. We should be happy when we are married, for we are so congenial, both loving music and things of beauty. It"s queer, though, I have thought of it several times--he has never mentioned our marriage. I suppose he"s too happy in the present to make plans for the future. But I know he is a gentleman, therefore his words of love are synonymous with an offer of marriage. All that will come later. It"s enough now just to know we care for each other.
CHAPTER XXV
DIARY--"THE LINK MUST BREAK AND THE LAMP MUST DIE"
_April 13._
I"M in sackcloth and ashes. My dream castles have tumbled down upon my head and left me bruised and sorrowful. I"m awake at last! I"d like to bury my face in my old red and green patchwork quilt and ask forgiveness for being a fool. But I must compose myself and write this last chapter of my romance.
Last night the "Singer with the Voice of Gold" gave a recital in the Academy of Music. Royal and I helped to make up a merry box party. I felt festive and gay in my lovely white crepe georgette gown. Royal said I looked like a dream and that made me radiant, I know.
As we sat down I whispered to him that I was excited because hearing that great singer has always been one of my dearest dreams and now the dream was coming true. He whispered back that more of my dreams would soon come true. I made him hush, for several people were looking at us.
But his words sent my heart thrilling.
The Academy became quiet as the singer appeared, then the audience gave her a real Brotherly Love welcome and settled once more into silence as her beautiful voice rose in the place. The operatic selections were beautifully rendered. I thought her voice was most captivating in the simple songs everybody knows. Annie Laurie had new charm as she sang it.
When she sang that Royal whispered, "That is what I feel for you." I smiled into his eyes, then turned again to look at the singer. Could I ever sing like that? Would the dreams of my childhood come true? It seemed improbable and yet--I had traveled a long way from the little girl of the tight braids and brown gingham dresses, I thought. Perhaps the future would bring still more wonderful changes.
The hours in the Academy of Music pa.s.sed like a beautiful dream. I shrank from the last song, though. It was too much like some fatal, dire prophecy: