"Exactly."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, Edgar. I "m a thousand times obliged. I "ve thought so myself, lately; but it"s worth everything to have your grown-up, college opinion. Of course red hair has come into vogue, that"s one point in my favor, though I fear mine is a little vivid even for the fashion; Margery has done a water color of my head which Phil says looks like the explosion of a tomato. Then my freckles are almost gone, and that is a great help; if you examine me carefully in this strong light you can only count seven, and two of those are getting faint-hearted. Nothing can be done with my aspiring nose. I "ve tried in vain to push it down, and now I "m simply living it down."
Edgar examined her in the strong light mischievously. "Turn your profile," he said. "That"s right; now, do you know, I rather like your nose, and it"s a very valuable index to your disposition. I don"t know whether, if it were removed from your face, it would mean so much; but taken in connection with its surroundings, it"s a very expressive feature; it warns the stranger to be careful. In fact, most of your features are danger signals, Polly; I "m rather glad I "ve been taking a course of popular medical lectures on First Aid to the Injured!"
And so, with a great deal of nonsense and a good sprinkling of quiet, friendly chat, they made their way to Professor Salazar"s house, proffered Polly"s apologies, and took the train for San Francisco.
CHAPTER VII.
"WHERE IGNORANCE IS BLISS."
The trip from Berkeley to San Francisco was a brilliant success from Edgar"s standpoint, but Polly would have told you that she never worked harder in her life.
"I "ll just say "How do you do?" to your mother, and then be off," said Edgar, as they neared the house.
"Oh, but you surely will stay to dinner with us!" said Polly, with the most innocent look of disappointment on her face,--a look of such obvious grief that a person of any feeling could hardly help wishing to remove it, if possible. "You see, Edgar" (putting the latch-key in the door), "mamma is so languid and ill that she cannot indulge in many pleasures, and I had quite counted on you to amuse her a little for me this evening. But come up, and you shall do as you like after dinner."
"I "ve brought you a charming surprise, mamacita!" called Polly from the stairs: "an old friend whom I picked up in the woods like a wild-flower and brought home to you." ("Wild-flower is a good name for him," she thought.)
Mrs. Oliver was delighted to see Edgar, but after the first greetings were over, Polly fancied that she had not closed the front door, and Edgar offered to go down and make sure.
In a second Polly crossed the room to her mother"s side, and whispered impressively, "Edgar _must_ be kept here until after midnight; I have good reasons that I will explain when we are alone. Keep him somehow,--anyhow!"
Mrs. Oliver had not lived sixteen years with Polly without learning to leap to conclusions. "Run down and ask Mrs. Howe if she will let us have her hall-bedroom tonight," she replied; "nod your head for yes when you come back, and I "ll act accordingly; I have a request to make of Edgar, and am glad to have so early an opportunity of talking with him."
"We did close the door, after all," said Edgar, coming in again. "What a pretty little apartment you have here! I have n"t seen anything so cosy and homelike for ages."
"Then make yourself at home in it," said Mrs. Oliver, while Polly joined in with, "Is n"t that a pretty fire in the grate? I "ll give you one rose-colored lamp with your firelight. Here, mamacita, is the rocker for you on one side; here, Edgar, is our one "man"s chair" for you on the other. Stretch out your feet as lazily as you like on my new goatskin rug. You are our only home-friend in San Francisco; and oh, how mamma will spoil you whenever she has the chance! Now talk to each other cosily while the "angel of the house" cooks dinner."
It may be mentioned here that as Mrs. Chadwick"s monthly remittances varied from sixty to seventy-five dollars, but never reached the promised eighty-five, Polly had dismissed little Yung Lee for a month, two weeks of which would be the Christmas vacation, and hoped in this way to make up deficiencies. The sugar-bowl and ginger-jar were stuffed copiously with notes of hand signed "Cigar-box," but held a painfully small amount of cash.
"Can"t I go out and help Polly?" asked Edgar, a little later. "I should never have agreed to stay and dine if I had known that she was the cook."
"Go out, by all means; but you need n"t be anxious. Ours is a sort of doll-house-keeping. We buy everything cooked, as far as possible, and Polly makes play of the rest. It all seems so simple and interesting to plan for two when we have been used to twelve and fourteen."
"May I come in?" called Edgar from the tiny dining-room to Polly, who had laid aside her Sunday finery and was clad in brown Scotch gingham mostly covered with ruffled ap.r.o.n.
"Yes, if you like; but you won"t be spoiled here, so don"t hope it.
Mamma and I are two very different persons. Tie that ap.r.o.n round your waist; I "ve just begun the salad-dressing; is your intelligence equal to stirring it round and round and pouring in oil drop by drop, while I take up the dinner?"
"Fully. Just try me. I "ll make it stand on its head in three minutes!"
Meanwhile Polly set on the table a platter of lamb-chops, some delicate potato chips which had come out of a pasteboard box, a dish of canned French peas, and a mound of currant-jelly.
"That is good," she remarked critically, coming back to her apprentice, who was toiling with most unnecessary vigor, so that the veins stood out boldly on his forehead. "You"re really not stupid, for a boy; and you have n"t "made a mess," which is more than I hoped. Now, please pour the dressing over those sliced tomatoes; set them on the side-table in the banquet-hall; put the plate in the sink (don"t stare at me!); open a bottle of Apollinaris for mamma,--dig out the cork with a hairpin, I "ve lost the corkscrew; move three chairs up to the dining-table (oh, it"s so charming to have three!); light the silver candlesticks in the centre of the table; go in and bring mamma out in style; see if the fire needs coal; and I"ll be ready by that time."
"I can never remember, but I fly! Oh, what an excellent slave-driver was spoiled in you!" said Edgar.
The simple dinner was delicious, and such a welcome change from the long boarding-house table at which Edgar had eaten for over a year.
The candles gave a soft light; there was a bowl of yellow flowers underneath them. Mrs. Oliver looked like an elderly Dresden-china shepherdess in her pale blue wrapper, and Polly did n"t suffer from the brown gingham, with its wide collar and cuffs of buff embroidery, and its quaint full sleeves. She had burned two small blisters on her wrist: they were scarcely visible to the naked eye, but she succeeded in obtaining as much sympathy for them as if they had been mortal wounds. Her mother murmured "Poor darling wrist" and "kissed the place to make it well." Edgar found a bit of thin cambric and bound up the injured member with cooling flour, Mistress Polly looking demurely on, thinking meanwhile how much safer he was with them than with the objectionable Tony. After the lamb-chops and peas had been discussed, Edgar insisted on changing the plates and putting on the tomato salad; then Polly officiated at the next course, bringing in coffee, sliced oranges, and delicious cake from the neighboring confectioner"s.
"Can"t I wash the dishes?" asked Edgar, when the feast was ended.
"They are not going to be washed, at least by us. This is a great occasion, and the little girl downstairs is coming up to clear away the dinner things."
Then there was the pleasant parlor again, and when the candles were lighted in the old-fashioned mirror over the fireplace, everything wore a festive appearance. The guitar was brought out, and Edgar sang college songs till Mrs. Oliver grew so bright that she even hummed a faint second from her cosy place on the sofa.
And then Polly must show Edgar how she had made Austin Dobson"s "Milkmaid Song" fit "Nelly Ely," and she must teach him the pretty words.
"Across the gra.s.s, I saw her pa.s.s, She comes with tripping pace; A maid I know, And March winds blow Her hair across her face.
Hey! Dolly! Ho! Dolly!
Dolly shall be mine, Before the spray is white with May Or blooms the eglantine."
By this time the bandage had come off the burned wrist, and Edgar must bind it on again, and Polly shrieked and started when he pinned the end over, and Edgar turned pale at the thought of his brutal awkwardness, and Polly burst into a ringing peal of laughter and confessed that the pin had n"t touched her, and Edgar called her a deceitful little wretch. This naturally occupied some time, and then there was the second verse:--
"The March winds blow, I watch her go, Her eye is blue and clear; Her cheek is brown And soft as down To those who see it near.
Hey! Dolly! Ho! Dolly!
Dolly shall be mine, Before the spray is white with May Or blooms the eglantine."
After this singing-lesson was over it was nearly eleven o"clock, but up to this time Edgar had shown no realizing sense of his engagements.
"The dinner is over, and the theatre party is safe," thought Polly.
"Now comes the "tug of war," that mysterious game of billiards."
But Mrs. Oliver was equal to the occasion. When Edgar looked at his watch, she said: "Polly, run and get Mrs. n.o.ble"s last letter, dear;"
and then, when she was alone with Edgar, "My dear boy, I have a favor to ask of you, and you must be quite frank if it is not convenient for you to grant it. As to-morrow will be Sat.u.r.day, perhaps you have no recitations, and if not, would it trouble you too much to stay here all night and attend to something for me in the morning? I will explain the matter, and then you can answer me more decidedly. I have received a letter from a Washington friend who seems to think it possible that a pension may be granted to me. He sends a letter of introduction to General M------, at the Presidio, who, he says, knew Colonel Oliver, and will be able to advise me in the matter. I am not well enough to go there for some days, and of course I do not like to send Polly alone. If you could go out with her, give him the letter of introduction, and ask him kindly to call upon us at his leisure, and find out also if there is any danger in a little delay just now while I am ill, it would be a very great favor."
"Of course I will, with all the pleasure in life, Mrs. Oliver," replied Edgar, with the unspoken thought, "Confound it! There goes my game; I promised the fellows to be there, and they "ll guy me for staying away!
However, there "s nothing else to do. I should n"t have the face to go out now and come in at one or two o"clock in the morning."
Polly entered just then with the letter.
"Edgar is kind enough to stay all night with us, dear, and take you to the Presidio on the pension business in the morning. If you will see that his room is all right, I will say good-night now. Our guest-chamber is downstairs, Edgar; I hope you will be very comfortable. Breakfast at half past eight, please."
When the door of Mrs. Howe"s bedroom closed on Edgar, Polly ran upstairs, and sank exhausted on her own bed.
"Now, mamma, "listen to my tale of woe!" I got off at the wrong station,--yes, it was stupid; but wait: perhaps I was led to be stupid.
I lost my way, could n"t find Professor Salazar"s house, could n"t find anything else. As I was wandering about in a woodsy road, trying to find a house of some kind, I heard a crowd of boys singing vociferously as they came through the trees. I did n "t care to meet them, all alone as I was, though of course there was nothing to be afraid of, so I stepped off the road behind some trees and bushes until they should pa.s.s. It turned out to be half a dozen university students, and at first I did n"t know that Edgar was among them. They were teasing somebody to go over to San Francisco for a dinner, then to the minstrels, and then to wind up with a game of billiards, and other gayeties which were to be prolonged indefinitely. What dreadful things may have been included I don"t know. A wretch named "Tony" did most of the teasing, and he looked equal to planning any sort of mischief. All at once I thought I recognized a familiar voice. I peeped out, and sure enough it was Edgar n.o.ble whom they were coaxing. He did n"t want to go a bit,--I "ll say that for him,--but they were determined that he should. I didn"t mind his going to dinners and minstrels, of course, but when they spoke of being out until after midnight, or to-morrow morning, and when one beetle-browed, vulgar-looking creature offered to lend him a "tenner," I thought of the mortgage on the n.o.ble ranch, and the trouble there would be if Edgar should get into debt, and I felt I must do something to stop him, especially as he said himself that everything depended on his next examinations."
"But how did you accomplish it?" asked Mrs. Oliver, sitting up in bed and glowing with interest.
"They sat down by the roadside, smoking and talking it over. There was n"t another well-born, well-bred looking young man in the group. Edgar seemed a prince among them, and I was so ashamed of him for having such friends! I was afraid they would stay there until dark, but they finally got up and walked toward the station. I waited a few moments, went softly along behind them, and when I was near enough I cleared my throat (oh, it was a fearful moment!), and said, "I beg your pardon, but can you direct me to Professor Salazar"s house?" and then in a dramatic tone, "Why, it is--is n"t it?--Edgar n.o.ble of Santa Barbara!"
He joined me, of course. Oh, I can"t begin to tell you all the steps of the affair, I am so exhausted. Suffice it to say that he walked to Professor Salazar"s with me to make my excuses, came over to town with me, came up to the house, I trembling for fear he would slip through my fingers at any moment; then, you know, he stayed to dinner, I in terror all the time as the fatal hours approached and departed; and there he is, "the captive of my bow and spear," tucked up in Mrs. Howe"s best bed, thanks to your ingenuity! I could never have devised that last plot, mamma; it was a masterpiece!"
"You did a kind deed, little daughter," said Mrs. Oliver, with a kiss.
"But poor Mrs. n.o.ble! What can we do for her? We cannot play policemen all the time. We are too far from Edgar to know his plans, and any interference of which he is conscious would be worse than nothing. I cannot believe that he is far wrong yet. He certainly never appeared better; so polite and thoughtful and friendly. Well, we must let the morrow bring counsel."