"It SAYS they are," Julie said. "One says you are pet.i.te and dark, and the other that you are a blond Gibson type. You wouldn"t have believed that your wish could come true so quickly, would you, just the other day?"
"My wish?" stammered the girl.
"Yes. Don"t you remember saying that you wished you could do something big?" pursued Julie. "You"ve done a thing that makes the rest of us feel pretty small, you know. Why, while there was any question of your getting better, there wasn"t a dance given at any of the hotels between here and Surf Point, and all sorts of people came here with inquiries every day. This place was absolutely hushed. The maids used to fight for the privilege of carrying your trays up. None of us thought of anything but "How is Miss Carter?" And you"ll be "The young lady who saved those children from the fire" for the rest of your life wherever you go!"
Miss Carter was watching her gravely.
"You say I got my wish," she said now, her blue eyes br.i.m.m.i.n.g with slow tears, and her lips trembling. "But--but--you see how I AM, Miss Ives!
Dr. Arbuthnot says I MAY be able to walk in a month or two, but no swimming or riding or dancing for years--perhaps never. And my face--it"ll always be scarred."
Julie laid a gentle hand on the little helpless fingers.
"But that"s part of the process, you know, little girl," said the actress after a little silence. "I pay one way, perhaps, and you pay another, but we both pay. Don"t you suppose," a smile broke through the seriousness of her face, "don"t you suppose I have my scars, too?"
Marian dried her eyes. "Scars?"
"When you are pointed out--as you WILL be, wherever you go--" said Julie, "you"ll think to yourself, "Ah, yes, this is very lovely and very flattering, but I"ll never dance again--I"ll never rush into the waves again, I"ll never spend a whole morning on the tennis court,"
won"t you?"
The Dancing Girl nodded, her eyes filling again, her lips trembling.
"And when people stare after me and follow me," said Julie, "I think to myself--"Oh, this is very flattering, very delightful--but the young years are gone--the mother who missed me and longed for me is gone--the little sisters are married, and deep in happy family cares--they don"t need me any more." I have what I wanted, but I"ve paid the price! In a life like mine there"s no room for the normal, wonderful ties of a home and children. Never--" she put her head back against her chair and shut her eyes--"never that happiness for me!" She finished, her voice lowered and carefully controlled.
They were both silent awhile. Then Marian stirred her helpless fingers just enough to deepen their light pressure on Julie"s own.
"Thank you," she said shyly. "I see now. I think I begin to understand."
ROSEMARY"S STEPMOTHER
In the sunny morning-room there prevailed an atmosphere of business.
Rosemary, at the desk, was rapidly writing notes and addressing envelopes. Theodore, a deep wrinkle crossing his forehead, was struggling to reduce to order a confused heap of crumpled and illegible papers. Before him lay little heaps of silver and small gold, which he moved and counted untiringly, referring now and then to various entries in a large, flat ledger. Mrs. Bancroft, stepmother of these two, was in a deep chair, with her lap full of letters. Now and then she quoted aloud from these as she opened and glanced over them. Lastly, Ann Weatherbee, a neighbor, seated on the floor with her back against Mrs.
Bancroft"s knee, was sorting a large hamperful of silver spoons and crumpled napkins into various heaps.
"There!" said Ann, presently. "I"ve finished the napkins--or nearly!
Tell me, whose are these, Aunt Nell?"
Mrs. Bancroft reached a smooth hand for them and mused over the monograms.
"B--B--B--?" she reflected. "Both are B"s, aren"t they? And different, too. This is Mrs. Bayne"s, anyway--I was with her when she bought these. But these--? Oh, I know now, Ann! That little cousin of the Potters",--what was her name, Rosemary?"
"Sutter, madam! Guess again."
"No; but her unmarried name, I mean?"
"Oh, Beatty, of course!" supplied Ann. "Aren"t you clever to remember that! I"ll tie them up. Oh, and should there only be eleven of the Whiteley Greek-borders?" she asked presently.
"One was sent home with a cake, dear,--we had too much cake."
"We always do, somehow," commented Rosemary, absently, and there was a silence. The last speaker broke it presently, with a long sigh.
"At your next concert, mamma, I shall insist upon having "please omit flowers" on the tickets," said Rosemary, severely. "I think I have thanked forty people for "your exquisite roses"!"
"Poor, overworked little Rosemary!" laughed her stepmother.
"You can look for a new treasurer, too," said Theodore. "This sort of thing needs an expert accountant. No ordinary brain...! What with some of these women rubbing every item out three or four times, and others using pale green water for ink, n.o.body could get a balance."
Mrs. Bancroft, smiling serenely, leaned back in her chair,
"Aren"t they unkind to me, Ann?" she complained. "They would expect a poor, forlorn old woman--Now, Rosemary!"
For Rosemary had interrupted her. Seating herself upon the arm of her stepmother"s chair, she laid a firm hand over the speaker"s mouth.
"Now she will fish, Ann," said Rosemary, calmly.
"Fish!" said Ann, indignantly. "After last night she doesn"t have to FISH!"
"You bet she doesn"t," said Theodore, affectionately. "Not she! She got enough compliments last night to last her a long while."
"_I_ was ashamed of myself," confessed Rosemary, with her slow smile; "for, after all, WE"RE only her family! But father, Ted, and I went about the whole evening with broad, complacent grins--as if WE"D been doing something."
"Oh, _I_ was boasting aloud most of the time that I knew her intimately," Ann added, laughing. "Just being a neighbor and old friend shed a sort of glory even on me!"
"Oh, well, it was the dearest concert ever," summarized Rosemary, contentedly. "The papers this morning say that the flowers were like an opera first night--though _I_ never saw any opera singer get so many here--and that hundreds were turned away!"
""Hundreds"!" repeated Mrs. Bancroft, chuckling at the absurdity of it.
"Well, mamma, the hall WAS packed," Ted reminded her promptly. He grinned over some amusing memory. "...Old lady Barnes weeping over "Nora Creina,"" he added.
"Ann, I didn"t tell you that Dad and I met Herr Muller at the gate this morning," said Rosemary, "shedding tears over the thought of some of the Franz songs, and blowing his nose on his blue handkerchief!"
"And you certainly did look stunning, mamma," contributed Ted.
"Children... children!" protested Mrs. Bancroft. But the pleased color flooded her cheeks.
Another busy silence was broken by a triumphant exclamation from Theodore, who turned about from his table to announce:
"Three hundred and seven dollars, ladies, and thirty-five cents, with old lady Baker still to hear from, and eight dollars to pay for the lights."
"WHAT!" said the three women together. Theodore repeated the sum.
"Nonsense!" cried Rosemary. "It CAN"T be so much."
Mrs. Bancroft stared dazedly.
"TWO hundred, Ted...?" she suggested.