"You surely are a master hand!" cried Mary. "Why, it"s better than when it came from the shop."
"I"m real pleased if it"s satisfactory!" said Pippin modestly. ""Twould be better still if I had a bit of shammy skin; I did have a piece, but I can"t seem to--"
"Why, step right in! I"ve got shammy skin and to spare. Step in and set down, do! I"d be pleased to have you!"
But not so pleased as Pippin was to step! He wiped his shoes as elaborately as if he had not indulged in "the best shine in town, five cents!" before coming; he brushed imaginary dust off his neat brown clothes; finally he made his little bow of a young birch in the wind, and followed Mary into the kitchen.
Very different, Pippin, from the kitchen at Cyrus Poor Farm: for s.p.a.ce, compactness; for mellow warmth of brick and timbers, brilliant white of paint and tile and enamel, set off by the blurred or shining silver of aluminum or nickel; for Mrs. Bailey, kindly and wrinkled, in her purple print, this vision of blue and white and gold.
"Green gra.s.s!" said Pippin. "This is some, ain"t it?"
He was to sit right down at this little table, Mary said. There! Here was the "shammy," and if he would excuse her, she would make up her rolls. That way they"d both be busy, wouldn"t they? And no time wasted!
Mary"s laugh seemed to tinkle all round the room, striking little bell-like notes here and there, just as her smile--or so it seemed to Pippin--woke new lights on the shining kettles and saucepans. Then, standing at the large table next to his small one, she lifted the cover from a yellow bowl full of creamy, bubbling dough, and went to work.
Have you ever watched a pretty girl making rolls? There are few more attractive sights. First she tumbles the soft ma.s.s out on the board; then she kneads it, with much play of dimpled elbow and slender wrist.
The bubbles heave and swell, but she catches them, breaks them down, works them in, till the whole is like smooth creamy velvet, delightful to see, more delightful to handle. Now she cuts off a piece, cups it in her hands, pats, moulds, shapes, tucks in a bit of b.u.t.ter; behold the perfect roll! Into the pan it goes, with its fellows, and so into the oven, to emerge in due time with the perfection of a "pale bake,"
tenderest fawn color deepening at the top, say to the hue of a winter beech leaf.
Pippin certainly was a long time over that knife tip. He rubbed it hard for a minute or two, till it shone like Mary"s own particular coffeepot; then he paused, lost in contemplation of Mary"s wrists and elbows, her clear-cut profile, and waving hair. Whenever she turned toward him, he rubbed the knife tip vigorously, only to relapse again when she turned away. So absorbed was he, he did not notice how rapidly the ma.s.s of dough was diminishing; and when Mary, having plumped the last roll into place, turned suddenly full upon him with a "There! _That"s_ done!" he started with a guilty flush, and almost cut himself with the knife, now more like a razor than a kitchen implement. Mary, meeting the full gaze of his dark bright eyes, flushed, too, and then laughed a little. "I think my work"s pretty, too!" she said. "I guess you like to watch it same as I do yours."
"I sure do! And if you"ll excuse me sayin" so, I never see rolls handled so elegant in my life. I"m part baker myself," he added apologetically, "and I"ve seen a many rolls handled." Mary kindled with interest. She wanted to know if he was a baker. Then why--
"Why ain"t I bakin"?" Pippin laughed. "I"ll have to tell you about that some day--lemme put "em in for you! Dandy oven you"ve got; dandy outfit all round! That"s if I might take the liberty of callin" again, Miss--"
"Mary Flower is my name!" said the girl. "I should be pleased to know yours!"
"Pippin is what they call me!" Pippin, for the first time in his life, felt the need of two names. Now why?
"Mr. Pippin, I should be pleased to have you call again." She spoke a little formally; these were proper conventions, since there was no third party by to introduce them.
"Well, now, Miss Flower, I shall be glad to come, and more than glad, sure thing, the very day I come back. What I came special to-day was to say--"
But Pippin never said it. At that moment the screen door swung open, and a man entered. A man about Pippin"s age, in linen duster and straw hat, carrying a basket of vegetables. A grocer"s a.s.sistant, evidently; his wagon stood at the gate. The first thing that struck Pippin was the eager glance the man threw about the room, and the sharp flash of--was it suspicion or jealousy?--as his eyes fell upon him, Pippin. This was the first impression; the second was that Mary did not like him; the third that the man"s nose was crooked. Having received these three impressions, Pippin bent over his potato knife, and polished it a.s.siduously. Where _had_ he seen that nose? Where _had_ he seen that nose? It couldn"t be--was it?--green gra.s.s! now wouldn"t that--
He glanced warily up, and seeing the man"s attention engrossed by Mary, took a good look at him. A thin, sharp face, eyes too near together, a straight slit of a mouth; but the nose was what interested Pippin. It was certainly _very_ crooked! A long sharp nose; that must have been a powerful blow which had turned it from the straight course. Pippin"s right fist clenched involuntarily, with a reminiscent thrill; the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes twinkled.
"Green gra.s.s!" he murmured again.
"No, I guess we shan"t want anything to-morrow!" said Mary, in cool, flute-like tones. "No, you needn"t call, thank you. We"ll telephone when we need anything."
"Got company, I see!" the man directed an ugly scowl at Pippin. Pippin looked up cheerfully.
"h.e.l.lo, Nosey!" he said. "That you? Quite a stranger, ain"t you?" Again the man"s eyes flashed, and this time there was recognition in them; the next moment his face was a wooden mask.
"Guess you"ve got me!" he said. "Stranger to me, far as I know. That your wheel out there?" He spoke with a curious mixture of eagerness and sullenness.
"Sure thing! Forgot me, have you, Nosey? Say "Pippin," and see if you don"t fetch it?"
"We don"t carry apples at this season," stolidly. "Berries is what we carry now, and early peaches."
"That so? Well, you"re a peach, all right, all right. Well, Miss Flower, I expect I--" He was about to rise and make his adieux, when a look from Mary tingled through him to his toes; it said, "Stay!" He settled back in his seat. "I expect I"m ready for those other things you spoke of,"
he said slowly. "Scissors, was they, or knives?"
"Scissors!" said Mary. "I"ll get them!"
She vanished. As the door closed behind her, the man made a step toward Pippin, and spoke low and savagely.
"You quit, do you hear? Quit and stay quit! If I catch you here again, I"ll--" he indicated measures which would seriously incommode Pippin"s internal economy.
"That so?" said Pippin in an easy drawl. He tilted his chair back on two legs, and smiled amiably at his interlocutor. "Why, Nosey, I"m sorry you feel that way. I never meant to spile it permanent, but it does seem to have got a kind of a twist, don"t it? I wouldn"t bear malice, though, if I was you!"
"---- ---- you!" hissed the man. "I"ll have your--"
The door opened; he dropped back against the table, and his face became once more a wooden mask.
Mary, her hands full of scissors, looked from one to the other; her breath came a little quickly, as if she had hurried. "You two gentlemen know each other?" she asked doubtfully.
"Why," said Pippin slowly, "I thought he was a boy I used to know, but he seems to think different. What is your handsome name, Mister, since Nosey Bashford won"t do you?"
"My name"s Brown!" said the man hoa.r.s.ely.
"Well, they both begin with B," said Pippin. "I don"t know as it matters any."
"Was there anything else you wanted to say, Mr. Brown?" asked Mary civilly.
At this palpable hint, the man could but take up his basket and start for the door. He gave Pippin one venomous look; Pippin replied with a slight but friendly nod.
"So long, bo!" he said cheerfully.
At the door the man paused, as if struck by a sudden thought. He had some extra fine tomato plants in the cart, he said. They was an order for Goodwins, next door, but the boss thought likely Mr. Aymer (Mary"s employer) would like some. Wouldn"t Mary step out and look at them?
"Twouldn"t take but a minute, if she wasn"t afraid to leave--a significant glance toward Pippin finished the sentence and decided Mary"s answer. She had meant to say, "No!" with some asperity. As it was, she said, "Yes!" and followed him out to the gate, leaving Pippin alone.
Now, the latter asked himself, wouldn"t that give you a pain? Honest, now, wouldn"t it? What did he suppose that skeezicks was sayin" to her.
If he came the give-away, he, Pippin, expected he could give him as good. Even if Dod was dead, and it wasn"t likely he was--
If Pippin had been a cultivated person, he would have said,
"The G.o.ds are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us!"
Being a plain person, he said, no two ways about it, that was what come of startin" mean. Yes; but, he reminded himself, the start was not of his own making. Let him be straight and keep straight, and things would come round "cordin" to!
"That"s right!" said Pippin aloud. "I"m only makin" a beginnin", so to say. _My_ start is right now, see? Let Dod and Nosey get what they can out of theirs. Last week"s dough-sc.r.a.pin"s needn"t trouble me!"
Mary came back with her head high, a flush on her cheek and a sparkle in her eye.
"Gorry to "Liza!" said Pippin, but not aloud. "She looks some-er when she"s mad than when she"s pleased!"
"Known Nosey long?" asked Pippin, rising as she entered.