"Come," says I, taking up my satchel, "I"m ready to see that city lion, the Rockaways, and the bivalves fed. They have no terrors for me now.
I"ve got over that. Where is their dens, or cages, and how often do they feed?
Cousin Dempster set down his pewter mug, and just stared at me with all his eyes.
"What is it? What do you mean?" says he.
"What! the lion, to be sure! Didn"t you say that I would see one of the city lions when I came to Fulton Market?"
That man must have been possessed. He leaned back in his chair, he stooped forward, his face turned red, and, oh! my how he did laugh!
"What possesses you, Cousin D.," says I, riling up.
"Oh, nothing," says he, wiping the tears from his eyes, and trying to stop laughing, though he couldn"t; "only--only this isn"t a menagerie, but a market. Did you really think there were wild beasts on exhibition?
It was the market we meant."
Then I remembered that E. E. had called me a lion once. Now it was the market, and there wasn"t a sign of the wild beast in either case. There _he_ sat laughing till he cried, because I couldn"t understand that ladies and markets were not wild animals. Says I to myself, "I"ll make you laugh out of the other side of your mouth,"--so I turned to him as cool as a cuc.u.mber:
"What on earth are you te-he-ing about? I only want to walk around the market and see what"s going on. Isn"t that what we came for?"
Cousin D. stopped laughing, and began to look sheepish enough.
"Is that it?" says he.
"What else?" says I. "You didn"t think I expected this great, big, low-roofed market to have paws and growl, did you," says I. "I would growl if the city were to set me down in the mud of this pestiferous place. So you thought I really meant it. Well, the easy way in which some men are taken in is astonishing. They never can understand metaphor," says I. "But the bivalves and Rockaways. What of them?" says I.
"Swallowed them," says he. Sisters, the dizziness in my stomach was awful.
x.x.xIII.
DEMPSTER PROPOSES A TRIP.
Dear sisters:--I have been in Washington. The great city of a great nation. I have seen the Capitol in all its splendid magnificence, its pictures, its marbled floor, its fruit tables, and its underground eating-rooms. I have seen the White House, and have had a bird"s-eye view of the President of these United States.
I will tell you how it happened. I was getting anxious and down in the mouth; my valentine had been given to the winds of heaven--no, _they_ would have carried it safely through ten thousand herds of buffalo cattle--but it had been given to the mails, and they are _so_ uncertain, spell the word which way you will. Day after day I waited and watched, and sent down to the post-office to be sure there was no mistake in that department; but nothing came of it; no answer reached me. I became peaked and down-hearted, so much so, dear sisters, that Cousin Dempster got anxious about me, and one day asked me, in the kindest manner, if I would like to run on to Washington with him.
"Run on to Washington," says I; "how far is it, cousin?"
"Why," says he, "about two hundred and thirty miles, I should say."
"Two hundred and thirty miles," says I, almost screaming. "Why, Cousin D., I couldn"t do it to save my life."
"Oh!" says he, "it isn"t a very tedious ride."
"Ride," says I. "Why, didn"t you ask me just now to run on with you? How can I do both?"
Cousin D. laughed, and began to rock up and down till he almost bent double; though what it was about I couldn"t begin to tell.
"Well," says he, "just get your trunk or carpet-bag packed, and I"ll call for you in the morning. Emily Elizabeth can"t leave home just now, and it will be a great pleasure to me if I can have you along."
"If you"d just as lief," says I, "I"ll speak to Cousin E. E. about it; under present circ.u.mstances, a young girl like me can"t be too particular. I"m told that a good many married men have got a habit of travelling toward Washington in what seems like a single state, and it"s wonderful how many of them have unprotected females put under their charge--sometimes, both ways. If E. E. has no objection, I"ll be on hand bright and early."
Dempster kept on laughing, and I went upstairs wondering what had set him off so, but when I asked Cousin E. E. if she had any objection to my travelling to Washington with her husband, she began to laugh too, as if it was the best sort of a joke that a York lady should be expected to care about her husband"s travelling off with other feminine women.
"Why," says she, a-wiping the fun and tears from her eyes with a lace handkerchief, "what do you think I care! We don"t keep our husbands shut up in band-boxes here in the great metropolis."
"No," says I to myself, "nor do you get much chance to shut "em up at home, according to my thinking."
"Besides," says she, with comicality in her eyes, looking at me from head to foot: "I should never think of being jealous of you, Cousin Phmie."
Here, that child looked up from a novel she was a-reading.
"The idea," says she, which was exasperating; especially as Cousin E. E.
kept laughing.
"That is as much as to say you don"t think I"m good-looking enough to be afraid of," says I, feeling as if a cold frost was creeping over my face. "Thank you."
Cousin E. E. started up from her lounge, which is a cushioned bench rounded off at one end, and a high-backed easy-chair at the other; and says she:
"I didn"t mean that, cousin; there is no one for whom I have so much respect. It was on account of your high religious principle and beautiful morality that I was so willing to trust you with my husband."
"With papa. The idea!" chimed in that child, giving her head a toss.
"They"ll think it"s his mother."
"My daughter!" shrieked E. E., holding up both her hands, and falling back into the scoop of her couch.
"Oh, let her speak!" says I, feeling the goose pimples a-creeping up my arms. "I"m used to forward children. In our parts they slap them with a slipper, if nothing else is handy."
"A slipper; the idea!" snapped that child.
I didn"t seem to mind her, but went on talking to her mother.
"But here, in York, the most careful mothers wear b.u.t.ton boots, and keep special help to put them on and off, so the poor little wretches have no check on their impudence."
"Mamma," snapped the creature, "I won"t stand this; I won"t stay in the same room with that hateful old maid. I hope she will go to Washington and be smashed up in ten thousand railroads. That"s the idea!"
With this the spiteful thing walked out of the room with her head thrown back, and her nose in the air.
"Let her go," says E. E., sinking back on her couch as red as fire. "The child has got her share of the old Frost temper. Now let us talk about Washington. Do you mean to go _incog._?"
"Incog! Oh, no," says I, beginning to cool down. "We mean to go in the railroad cars."
Another glow of fun came into Cousin E. E."s eyes--she really is a good-natured creature; some people might have got mad about what I said to that child, but she didn"t seem to care, for the laugh all came back to her eyes.
"Of course," says she, "but do you mean to go in your own character?"