dirty and hard hand but it wants ter hold your little one jist a minute ter try ter show ye how much the man it belongs ter thinks of ye."
Peggy laid her own pretty little hand in Jim Bolivar"s, saying:
"I wish I could make you understand how glad I am to shake hands with you, and it always makes me so happy to have people like me. It hurts if they don"t, you know."
"Well, you ain"t likely ter be hurt none ter speak of; no, you ain"t, little girl, an" that"s a fact. G.o.d bless ye! And look at Nelly. Ain"t she a clipper? My, things is jist a hummin" on the little old farm now, an" "fore ye know it we"ll be buildin" a piazzy. Now come "long an" see Tom and Jerry."
And so from one to another went the little chatelaine of Severndale, welcomed at every turn, cheery, helpful, sunny, beloved yet, oh, so lonely in her young girlhood.
And thus pa.s.sed the first days of Peggy"s return to Severndale. Then the eventful one of Mrs. Stewart"s arrival dawned. It was a gloriously sunny one; cool from a shower during the previous night. Mrs. Stewart would arrive at five in the afternoon. All morning Peggy had been busy looking to the preparations for her aunt"s reception. Harrison had followed out her young mistress" orders to the letter, for somehow of late, Harrison had grown to defer more and more to "Miss Peggy," though secretly, she was not in the least favorably inclined toward the prospective addition to the household: Mammy"s report had not tended to pre-dispose her in the lady"s favor.
Nevertheless, she was a guest, and a guest at Severndale stood for more than a mere word of five letters.
Peggy ordered the surrey to meet the five P. M. car but chose to ride Shashai, and when Jess set forth with the perfectly appointed carriage and span, Peggy, in her pretty khaki habit fox-trotted beside Comet and Meteor, Tzaritza, as usual, bounding on ahead.
They had gone possibly half the distance when a mad clatter of hoof- beats caused her to exclaim:
"Oh, Jess, they have leaped the paddock fence!"
"Dey sho" has, honey-chile. Dey sho" has," chuckled Jess. "Dat lady what"s a-comin" gwine get a "ception at "tention what mak" her open her eyes."
"Oh, but I did not want her to have such a welcome. She will think we are all crazy down here," protested Peggy.
"Well, if she think FIVE thoroughbreds tu"ned out fer ter welcome her stan fer crazy folks she gwine start out wid a mistake. Dem hawses gwine mind yo" an" mak" a showin" she ain" gwine see eve"y day of her life lemme tell yo"."
But there was no time to discuss the point further, for Silver Star and Roy came bounding up on a dead run, manes and tails waving, and with the maddest demonstrations of joy at having won out in their determination NOT to be left behind. They rushed to Peggy"s side, whinnying their "h.e.l.lo! How are you?" to Shashai, who answered with quite as much abandon. And then came the transformation: At a word from Peggy they fell into stride beside her and finished the journey to the little depot in as orderly a manner as perfectly trained dogs. When they reached it Peggy stationed them in line, and slipping from Shashai"s back ordered Tzaritza to "guard." Then she stepped upon the platform to meet the incoming car, just as little less than a year before she had stepped upon it to welcome the ones whom during that year she had learned to love so dearly, and who had so completely altered her outlook upon life, and who were destined to change and--yes--save her future, just as surely as the one now momentarily drawing nearer and nearer was destined to bring a crisis into it.
The car came buzzing up to the station. There was a flutter of drapery, as a lady with a white French poodle, snapping and snarling at the world at large, and the brakeman in particular, into whose arms it was thrust, descended from the steps.
"Handle Toinette carefully. Dear me, you are crushing her, the poor darling. Here, porter, take this suitcase," were the commands issued.
"I ain"t no po"tah," retorted the negro who had been singled out by Madam. Then he turned and walked off.
"Insolent creature," was the sharp retort, which might have been followed by other comments had not Peggy at that moment advanced to meet her aunt. When the negro saw that the new arrival was a friend of the little lady of Severndale his whole att.i.tude changed in a flash. Doffing his cap he ran toward her saying:
"I looks after it fo" YO", Miss Peggy." The accent upon the p.r.o.noun was significant.
"Thank you, Sam," was the quick, smiling answer. Then:
"How do you do, Aunt Katharine? Welcome to Severndale," and her hand was extended to welcome her relative, for Peggy"s instincts were rarely at fault.
But her aunt was too occupied in receiving Toinette into her protecting embrace to see her niece"s hand, and Peggy did not force the greeting.
"Will you come to the carriage?" she asked, "I hope you are not very tired from the journey."
"On the contrary, I am positively exhausted. I don"t see how you can endure those horrid, smelly little cars. We would not consent to ride a mile in them at home. Is this your carriage? Hold my dog, coachman, while I am getting in," and Toinette was thrust into Jess" hand which she promptly bit, and very nearly had her small ribs crushed for her indiscretion, her yelp producing a cry from her doting mistress.
"Be careful, you stupid man. You can"t handle that delicate little thing as though she were one of your great horses. Now put the suitcase by the driver and leave room here beside me for my niece," were the further commands issued to "Sam."
Sam did as ordered, but when a dime was proffered answered:
"Keep yo" cash, lady. I done DAT job fer ma little quality lady hyer, an" SHE pays wid somethin" bettah."
Mrs. Stewart was evidently NOT in her amiable guise, but turning to Peggy she strove to force a smile and say:
"Ignorant creatures, aren"t they, dear? But come. I"ve a thousand questions to ask."
"Thank you, Aunt Katharine, but I rode over on my saddle horse, and shall have to ask you to excuse me."
Not until that moment did Mrs. Stewart notice the three horses standing like statues just beyond the carriage with the splendid dog lying upon the ground in front of them.
Peggy crossed the intervening s.p.a.ce and with the one word "Up," to Tzaritza, set her escort in motion. They reached forward long, slim necks to greet her, Tzaritza bounding up to rest her forepaws upon her shoulders and nestle her silky head against Peggy"s face, sure of the solicited caress. Then Peggy bounded to Shashai"s back, and the little group, wheeling like a flash, led the way from the depot.
"Good heavens and earth! It is quite time someone came down here to look after that child. I had no idea she was leading the life of a wild western cowboy," was the exclamation from the rear seat of the surrey, plainly overheard by Jess, and, later duly reported.
"Huh, Um," he muttered.
The ride to Severndale held no charm for Madam Stewart. She was too intent upon "that child"s mad, hoydenish riding. Good heavens, if such were ever seen in New York," New York with its automaton figures jigging up and down in the English fashion through Central Park being her criterion for the world in general.
Presently beautiful Severndale was reached. Dr. Llewellyn was waiting upon the terrace to greet his ward"s aunt, which he did in his stately, courtly manner, but before ten words were spoken he comprehended all Neil Stewart meant in his letter by the words:
"Stand by Peggy. I"ve landed her up against it," and as the young girl led her aunt into the house, with Mammy, all immaculate dignity following in their wake, he mentally commented: "I fear he HAS made a grave mistake; a very grave one, but Providence ordereth all things and we see darkly. It may be one of the "wondrous ways." We must not form our conclusions too hastily. No, not too hastily."
And just here we must leave Peggy Stewart upon the threshold of a new world the entrance to which is certainly not enticing. What the experiences of that month were, and the revelations which came into Peggy"s life during it; how the perplexing problem was solved and who helped to solve it, must be told in the story of Peggy Stewart at School. But just now we must leave her doing her best to make "Aunt Katharine" comfortable; to smooth out some of the kinks already making a snarl of the usually evenly ordered household, for Mammy had not changed her opinion one particle, and when Harrison went back to her own undisputed realm of the big house she was overheard to remark:
"Well, Neil Stewart is a man, so OF COURSE, he"s bound to do some fool things, but unless I miss MY guess, he"s played his trump card THIS time."