"I wonder if you know how many people you make happy in the course of a year, Peggy Stewart. I don"t believe you have the least idea, but it"s a pity a few of them couldn"t lift up their voices and make it known."
"Well, I"m right thankful they can"t. It would be awful."
It was a glorious June afternoon when the two big touring cars swept under the porte-cochere of the Griswold Hotel at New London, and attendants hurried out to a.s.sist the new arrivals from them. Mr. Stewart waved them aside and saying to his guests:
"Wait here until I find out where that shack of ours is located and then we"ll go right over to it and get fixed tip as soon as possible," he disappeared into the hotel to return a moment later with a clerk.
"This man will direct us," and presently the cars were rolling down toward the sh.o.r.e road. In five minutes they had stopped before a large bungalow situated far out on one of the rocky points commanding the entire sweep of the bay, and before them riding at anchor was the practice squadron, the good old flagship Olympia, on which Commodore Dewey had fought the battle of Manila Bay, standing bravely out from among her sister ships the Chicago, the Tonopah and the old frigate Hartford anch.o.r.ed along the roadstead.
"Oh, Peggy! Peggy! See them! See them! Don"t you love them, every inch of them, from the fighting top to the very anchor chains? I do."
"I ought to," a.s.sented Peggy, "for Dad! loves his ship next to me I believe."
"How could he help it?"
They were now hurrying into the cottage where Jerome and Mammy were waiting to welcome them. A couple of servants had been sent over from the Griswold to complete the menage with Mammy and Jerome as commanders-in-chief.
It was a pretty cottage with a broad veranda running around three sides of it and built far out over the water on the front; an ideal spot for a month"s outing.
Launches were darting to and from the ships with liberty parties, often with two or three cutters in tow filled with laughing, skylarking midshipmen. On the opposite sh.o.r.e where the old Pequoit House had once stood, was another landing at which many of the ships" boats, or sh.o.r.e boats, were also making landings with parties which had been out to visit the ships. The ships wore a festive air with awnings stretched above their quarter-decks and altogether it was an enchanting picture.
Mammy welcomed her family with enthusiasm, and Jerome with the ceremony he never omitted, and in less time than seemed possible all were settled in their s.p.a.cious, airy rooms. Mr. and Mrs. Harold had a room looking out over the river, with the two girls next them, while Mrs. Howland, Mr. Stewart, Snap and Constance had rooms just beyond, the three boys being quartered on the floor above.
"Oh, Peggy, isn"t it the dearest place you ever saw?" cried Polly, running out on the balcony upon which their room gave. "And there"s the dear old flat-iron," the "flat-iron" being the name bestowed by the boys upon the monitor Tonopah because she set so low in the water and was shaped not unlike one, her turrets sticking up like b.u.mpy handles.
"Look, Polly! Look! Some one is wigwagging on the bridge of the Olympia.
Oh, Daddy Neil, Daddy Neil, come quickly and tell us what they are saying," she called into the next room.
Neil Stewart hurried out to the balcony, slightly lowering his eyelids as he would have done at sea, a little trick acquired by most men who look across the water.
"Why they are signalling US," he exclaimed. "That"s Boynton on the bridge," mentioning an officer whom he knew, "and the chap signalling is--YOU--no, no I don"t mean that, I mean it"s the chap who ought to be you, that Devon, Deroux, no--Leroux--isn"t that his name? The fellow who rigged up in girl"s clothes and fooled me to a frazzle. He"s saying-- what"s that? Hold on--Yes! "Welcome to New London" and--"Coming on board." THAT means that a whole bunch will descend upon us tonight I"ll bet all I"m worth. Well, let "em come! Let "em come! The more the merrier for there"s nothing amiss with the commissary department. Here, Happy, Happy, come and answer that signal out yonder. I"m rusty, but you ought to have it down pat."
"Aye, aye, sir," answered Happy, appearing at the window overhead and by some miraculous means scrambling through it and letting himself drop to the balcony where Mr. Stewart and the girls were standing.
"Give me a towel, quick, Peggy."
Peggy rushed for a towel and a moment later the funny wigwag was answering:
"Come along. Delighted."
And that night the bungalow was filled to overflowing, for not only did the boys come, but several officers who had known Mr. Stewart and Mr.
Harold for years were eager to renew their acquaintance, and talk over old days.
"And you"ve come just in time for the regatta. Going to be a big race this year. The men are up at Gales ferry now and look fit to a finish.
How are you planning to see it?" asked the captain of the Olympia.
"Haven"t planned a thing yet. Why we"ve only just struck our holding ground, man."
"Good, I"m glad of it. That fixes it all right. You are all to be my guests that day--yes--no protests. Rockhill has gone to Europe and left his launch at my service and she"s a jim-dandy, let me tell you. She"s a sixty-footer and goes through the water like a knife blade. You"ll all come with me and we"ll see the show from a private box."
"Can you carry ALL OF US?" asked Peggy incredulously.
"Every last one, little girl, and a dozen more if you like. So fly to the east and fly to the west and then invite the very one whom you love best," answered Captain Boynton, pinching Peggy"s velvety cheek.
"Oh, there are so many we love best," she laughed, "that we"d never dare ask them all, would we, Polly?"
"Let"s ask all who are here tonight," was Polly"s diplomatic answer, "then no one can feel hurt."
"Hoopla!" rose from the other end of the porch where Durand, Ralph, and three of the other boys from the ships were sitting around a big bamboo table drinking lemonade.
And so the party was then and there arranged for New London"s big day.
CHAPTER XV
REGATTA DAY
Peggy and Polly scrambled out of bed the morning of the Yale-Harvard crew race, to find all the world sparkling and cool with a stiff breeze from the Sound. It was a wonderful day and already the sight presented in the bay was enough to thrill the dullest soul. During the five days in which "Navy Bungalow," as it had been promptly named by the young people, had been occupied by the congenial party from Annapolis, old friendships had strengthened and new ones ripened, and a happier gathering of people beneath one roof it would have been hard to find.
Perfect freedom was accorded every one, and the boys who had just graduated soon found their places with the older officers, for the transition, once the diploma is won, is a swift one. As pa.s.sed midshipmen and "sure enough" junior officers, they had an established position impossible during their student days in the Academy.
The boys on the practice cruise also felt a greater degree of liberty, and the fact that they were the proteges of Commander Harold and Captain Stewart gave them an entree everywhere.
To Durand the experience was not a new one, for he had the faculty of winning an entree almost anywhere, but to Ralph and his roommate, Jean Paul Nicholas, as bright, merry a chap as ever looked frankly into one"s face with a pair of the clearest, snappiest blue eyes ever seen, the world was an entirely new one and fairly overflowing with delightful experiences. Then, too, they were now youngsters instead of plebes, and this fact alone would have been almost enough to fill their cups with joy. The other boys who came from the ships had been second-cla.s.smen during the past year, but were now in all the glory of first-cla.s.smen, and doing their best to make good during the cruise in order to carry off some of the stripes waiting to be bestowed upon the efficient ones during the coming October.
In the two weeks spent with Mrs. Harold at Annapolis, Mrs. Howland had learned to love Peggy Stewart very dearly and Mrs. Harold said:
"Madeline, you have won more from Peggy Stewart than you realize. She has a rarely sweet character, though I am forced to admit that she seems to have been navigating uncharted waters. I have never known a girl of her age to live such an extraordinary life and why she is half as lovable, charming and possessed of so much character, is a problem I have been trying all winter to solve. But I rather dread the next few years for her unless some one both wise and affectionate takes that little clipper ship"s helm. She is entirely beyond Harrison and Mammy now, and her father hasn"t even a pa.s.sing acquaintance with his only child. He THINKS he has, and he loves her devotedly, but there"s more to Peggy Stewart in one hour than Neil Stewart will discover in years at the rate of two months out of twelve spent with her. I think the world of the child, but Polly is MY girl, and has slipped into Constance"s place. I want you to let her stay with me, too. I have been so happy this winter, and she with me, but I wish there was someone to be in Peggy"s home, or she could be sent to a good school for a year or two.
Sometimes I think that would be the best arrangement in the long run."
Meanwhile Peggy was entirely unaware of the manner in which her future was being discussed and she and Polly were looking forward to regatta day with the liveliest antic.i.p.ation.
As Peggy and Polly looked out over the bay and up the river that perfect morning Peggy cried:
"Oh, Polly COULD anything be lovelier than this day? The sky is like a blue canopy, not a cloud to be seen, the air just sets one nearly crazy, and that blue, sparkling water makes me long to dive head-first into it."
"Well, why not?" asked Polly. "It is only half past six and loads of time for a dip before breakfast. Let"s get into our bathing suits, bang on the ceiling to wake up Happy, Shortie and Wheedles and make them stick their heads out of the window."
It did not take five minutes to carry the suggestion into effect and a golf stick thumping "reveille" under Wheedles" bed effectually brought him back from dreams of Annapolis. Rousing out the other two he stuck a tousled head out of his window to be hailed by two bonny little figures prancing excitedly upon the balcony beneath him.
"h.e.l.lo, great G.o.d Sumnus," cried Polly, "Wake up! Oh, but you do look sleepy. Stir up the others. Peggy and I are going down for a dip before breakfast and to judge by your eyes they need the sand washed out of them."
"Awh! Whow! Oh," yawned Wheedles, striving vainly to keep his mouth closed and to get his eyes opened. Just then two other heads appeared.
"What"s doing? House afire?" they asked.
"No, it"s the other element--water," laughed Peggy. "Come and get into it. That"s what we are going to do. You may think those pink and blue JACKETS you"re wearing are the prettiest things in the world--WE know they are part of your graduation "trousseau," but bathing suits are in order just now. So put them on and hurry down."