"My dear madame," says he, all at once, "this is no address at all; it would never reach the Grand Duke."
I caught my breath.
"Not reach him?" says I.
"No," says he; "the Grand Duke has gone beyond the reach of the mails."
"Goodness gracious!" says I; "but no matter about that, if he hasn"t got out of the reach of the females."
"But he has."
My heart sank in my bosom like a soggy apple-dumpling.
"What--all females?" says I. "Won"t that reach him, anyway? it is important--very. Great destinies depend upon it."
"I can put it in," says he; "but ten chances to one it will get into the dead-letter office."
My heart grew heavier and heavier, but what could I do?
"Put it in," says I; "live or die, it must go!"
He took my valentine and pitched it off into a heap of letters, just as if it had been a dead leaf. It fairly made me faint to see it handled so; but the fellow turned his back on me, and I went away heart-sick.
One comfort I had in all this--if my valentine could not reach him, that of no other female could; and my offer is sure to be first, though I shouldn"t wonder if that girl who sent him her card tied round a canary bird"s neck might try. She"s forward enough, anyway.
Then, there is another comfort--Valentine"s Day don"t cover the whole Leap Year, and there are other men than the great Grand Duke in the world. We females have a whole twelvemonths to try our luck in. Of course any of us would aim high the first months; but after that, the game will grow smaller and wilder, as a general thing, and our chances less.
For my part, I mean to be up and doing. One disappointment isn"t going to break my heart; I"ve had too many for that; but if human energy and human genius can avail anything against an adverse destiny, my signature will be changed before this year closes.
x.x.xI.
A MAN THAT WOULDN"T TAKE MONEY.
Cousin Dempster is real good to me; no mistake about that. A day or two ago, he says to his wife, says he:
"Supposing we take Cousin Phmie down to an oyster lunch at Fulton Market. That is one of the lions of the city."
I fairly hopped up from my chair when he said this, just as cool and easy as if he had been talking of rabbits lapping milk. What on earth had I to do with city lions, and such animals? Wild beasts like these are in no part of my mission, now are they?
Cousin E. E. saw the scare in my eyes, and smiled.
"I know it seems strange to people from outside," says she; "and it really is a dirty place; but somehow ladies and gentlemen have made it the rage."
"Do the creatures rage fiercely?" says I.
Cousin E. E. looked puzzled a minute, then she answered:
"Oh," says she, "fashion takes queer twists sometimes; in this case it really is unaccountable. The people crowding into those wooden dens--and the eating done there is wonderful."
"Eating!" says I, feeling my eyes grow big as saucers. "Eating! Do they feed before folks, then?"
"Oh, yes; every lady goes; you never saw anything like it. Such Rockaways and other bivalves are to be found nowhere else."
"Rockaways and bivalves!" thinks I to myself; "what kind of animals are they? Never heard of bivalves before in my whole life, but the other puts me in mind of old Grandma Frost"s splint-bottomed rocking-chair. No need of saying rock-away to her, for she was always on the teater. But she"s dead now, and the last time I ever saw her Boston rocker it was away back of the chimney, at the old homestead, scrouged in between the stones and the clapboards, with one rocker torn off and an arm broken. I couldn"t help asking Cousin E. E. if she remembered that chair.
"Oh, yes," says she; "somebody hustled it off into the garret the moment she"d done with it. I saw it there a year after the funeral, with the patchwork cushion of red and blue cloth moth-eaten and gray with dust."
Now, my father owned the old homestead while he lived, and I took this as a slur on our branch of the Frost family. This riled me internally, but I couldn"t contradict her, and felt myself blushing hotly, rather ashamed of the Frost family. But the truth is, as a race, we are none of us given to much antiquity. No female of our family was ever known to get over forty-nine in her own person, though many of them have lived to a wonderful old age. This was curious, but a fact. Such unaccountable things do sometimes run in families. But these are facts that I sometimes choke down--I did it now.
"We were talking of something else, and got on to chairs," says I.
"No uncommon thing," says Cousin Dempster, laughing.
I laughed too, but that child turned up her sniffy nose, and, looking at her father, said:
"The idea!" which wilted him down at once.
"But these bivalves and Rockaways--what do they do with them?"
"Why, eat them, of course."
"Eat them? How?"
"Raw."
"Mercy on me! Raw?"
"Well, Cousin E. E., it shan"t be said that you are related to a coward.
I"ll go down to see these city lions; but when?"
"Well, to-day," says Cousin Dempster. "Just come down to the office about noon, and I"ll go with you."
"Just so," says I, feeling a little shivery.
"Would you like to go, darling?" says he speaking to his little girl, as if half afraid.
"Me, papa, down to that horrid place all meat and b.u.t.ter, and fish and things? The idea!"
I was so grateful to the stuck-up thing, that I"m afraid Cousin E. E.
saw it in my eyes, for she sort of clouded over and said:
"That, after all, she didn"t think she cared to go, but that needn"t keep Cousin Phmie at home. Mr. Dempster would take her."
"Well, just as you please," says he, a-taking his hat, "I"m at your service--singly or in groups. Good-morning."