After dinner he sang--having quite frankly offered to sing. Mary played his accompaniments, and Sammy leaned on the closed cover of her mother"s wonderful old grand piano--sadly out of tune in these days!--and watched him. Tom, frankly rude, went to bed. Mary, determined that the engaged pair should not be encouraged any further than was unavoidable, stuck gallantly to her post.
Mrs. Bond sat watching, useless regrets filling her heart. How sweet the child was! How full of possibilities! How true the gray eyes were!
How stubborn the mouth might be! Sammy"s power to do what she willed to do, in the face of all obstacles, had been notable since her babyhood.
Her aunt looked from the ardent, virginal little head to the florid, handsome face of the singer, and her heart was sick within her.
Anthony Gayley came to the train to see them off, two weeks later, and Sammy kissed him good-by before the eyes of all Wheatfield. She had made her own conditions in consenting to make the Eastern visit. She was going merely to buy her trousseau; the subject of her engagement was never to be discussed; and every one--EVERY one--she met was to know at once that she was going back to Wheatfield immediately to be married in December.
Anthony had agreed to wait until then.
"It isn"t as if every one knew it, Kid," he said sensibly to his fiancee; "it gives me a chance to save a little, and it"s not so hard on mother. Besides, I"m looking out for a partner, and I"ll have to work him in."
"I wonder you don"t think of entering some other business, Anthony,"
Mrs. Bond said, to this remark. "You"re young enough to try anything.
It"s such a--it"s such hard work, you know."
"I"ve often thought I"d like to be an actor," said Mr. Gayley, carelessly; "but there"s not much chance to break into that."
"You could take a course of lessons in New York," suggested Mary, and Sammy indorsed the idea with an eager look. But Anthony laughed.
"Not for mine! No, sir. I"ll stick to Wheatfield. I was a year in San Francisco a while back, and it was one lonesome year, believe me. No place like home and friends for your Uncle Dudley!"
"Don"t you meet a bunch of swell Eastern fellows and forget me," he said to Sammy, as they stood awaiting the train. "I"ll be getting a little home ready for you; I"ll--I"ll trust you, Kid."
"You may," said Sammy. She looked at the burning, dry little main street, the white cottages that faced the station from behind their blazing gardens; she looked at the locust trees that almost hid the church spire, at the straggling line of eucalyptus trees that followed the country road to the graveyard a mile away. It was home. It was all she had known of the world--and she was going away into a terrifying new life. Her eyes brimmed.
"I swear to you that I"ll be faithful, Anthony," she said solemnly. "On my sacred oath, I will!"
And ten minutes later they were on their way. The porter had pinned her new hat up in a pillow-case and taken it away, and Sammy was laughing because another porter quite seriously shouted: "Last call for luncheon in the dining-car!"
"I always knew they did it, but I never supposed they really DID!" said Sammy, following her aunt through the shaded brightness of the Pullman to an enchanted table, from which one could see the glorious landscape flashing by.
It was all like a dream--the cities they fled through, the luxury of the big house at Sippican, the capped and ap.r.o.ned maids that were so eager to make one comfortable. The people she met were like dream people; the busy, useless days seemed too pleasant to be real.
August flashed by, September was gone. With the same magic lack of effort, they were all in the New York house. Sammy wore her first dinner gown, wore her first furs, made her youthful conquests right and left.
From the first, she told every one of her engagement. The thought of it, always in her mind, helped to give her confidence and poise.
"You must have heard of me, you know," said her first dinner partner, "for your sister"s told me a lot about YOU. Piet van Soop."
"Piet van SOOP!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Sammy, seriously.
"Certainly. Don"t you think that"s a pretty name?"
"But--but that can"t be your name," argued Sammy, smilingly.
"Why can"t it?"
"Why, because no one with a name like van Soop to begin with would name a little darling baby PIET," submitted Sammy.
"Oh, come," said Mr. van Soop. "Your own name, now! Sammy, as Mary always calls you--that"s nothing to boast of, you know, and I"ll bet you were a very darling little baby yourself!"
Sammy laughed joyously, and a dozen fellow guests glanced sympathetically in the direction of the fresh, childish sound.
"Well, if that"s really your name, of course you can"t help it," she conceded, adding, with the naivete that Mr. van Soop already found delightful: "Wouldn"t the COMBINATION be awful, though! Sammy van Soop!"
"If you"ll consider it, I"ll endeavor to make it the only sorrow you have to endure," said Mr. van Soop; and the ensuing laughter brought them the attention of the whole table.
"No danger!" said Sammy, gayly. "I"m going home in December, you know, to be married!"
Every one heard it. Mary winced. Mrs. Bond flushed. Tom said a word that gave his pretty partner a right to an explanation. But Sammy was apparently cheerful.
Only apparently, however. For that night, when she found herself in her luxurious room again, she took Anthony"s picture from the bureau and studied it gravely under the lights.
"I said that right out," she said aloud, "and I"ll KEEP ON saying it.
Then, when the time comes to go, I simply CAN"T back out!"
She put the picture back, and sat down at her dressing-table and stared at her own reflection. Her hair was filleted with silver and tiny roses; her gown was of exquisite transparent embroidery, and more tiny roses rumpled the deep lace collar. But even less familiar than this finery were the cheeks that blazed with so many remembered compliments, the scarlet lips that had learned to smile so readily, the eyes brilliant with new dreams.
"I feel as if sorrow--SORROW," said little Sammy, shivering, "were just about two feet behind me, and as if--if it ever catches up--I"ll be the most unhappy girl in the world!"
And she gave herself a little shake and put a firm little finger-tip on Gabrielle"s bell.
"Sammy," said Mr. van Soop, one dull gray afternoon some weeks later, "I"ve brought you out for a special purpose to-day."
"Tea?" said Sammy, contentedly.
"Tea, gluttonous one," he admitted, turning his big car into the park.
"But, seriously, I want to ask you about your going away."
"I don"t know that there"s anything to say about it," said Sammy, carelessly. "I"ve had a wonderful time, and every one"s been charming.
And now I"ve got to go back."
"Sammy, I"ve no right to ask you a favor, but I"ve a REASON," Piet began. He halted. Both were crimson.
"Yes, yes; I know, Piet," said Sammy, fluttered.
The car slackened, stopped. Their faces were not two feet apart.
"Well! Will you let me BEG you--for your aunt, and sister, and for--well, for me, and for your own sake, Sammy--will you let me BEG you just to wait? Here, or there, or anywhere else--will you just WAIT a while?"
Sammy was silent a moment. Then--
"For what reason?" she said.
"Because you may save yourself lifelong unhappiness."
Sammy pondered, her lashes dropped, her hands clasped in her m.u.f.f.