"Well, for pity"s sake--if you haven"t done wonders with that dress!"
she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed admiringly. "What on earth did you do to it?"
"Well--first I thought it was too far gone," confessed Mary Bell, laying it down tenderly, "and I wished I hadn"t been in such a hurry to get my new hat. But I ripped it all up and washed it, and I took these little roses off my year-before-last hat, and got a new pattern,--and I tell you I WORKED! Wait until you see it on! I just finished pressing it this afternoon."
"Oh, say--I hope you can go now, after all this!" said Ellen, earnestly.
The other girl"s face clouded.
"I"ll never get over it if I don"t!" she said. "It seems to me I never wanted to go anywhere so much in all my life! But some one"s got to stay with mama."
"I"d go crazy,--not KNOWING!" said Ellen. "Who are you going to ask?"
"There it is!" said Mary Bell. "Until yesterday I thought, of course, Gran"ma Scott would come. Then Mary died, and she went up to Dayne. So I went over and asked Bernie; her baby isn"t but three weeks old, you know, and I thought she might bring it over here. Mama would love to have it! But late last night Tom came over, and he said Bernie was so crazy to go, they were going to take the baby along!"
"You poor thing!" said the sympathetic listener.
"I was nearly crazy!" said Mary Bell, crimping a pink ruffle with careful finger-tips. "I was working on this when he came, and after he"d gone I crumpled it all up and cried all over it! Well, I guess I didn"t sleep much, and finally, I got up early, and wrote a letter to Aunt Matty, in Sacramento, and I ran over to Dinwoodie"s with it this morning, and asked Lew if he was going up there to-day. He said he was, and he took the note for Aunt Mat. I told her about the dance, and that every one was going, and asked her to come back with Lew. He said he"d see her first thing!"
"Oh, she will!" said Ellen, confidently. "But, say, Mary Bell, why don"t you walk over to the hotel with me now and ask Johnnie if she"ll stay if your aunt doesn"t come? I don"t believe she and Walt are going."
"They mightn"t want to leave the hotel on account of drummers on the night train," said Mary Bell, dubiously. "And that"s the very time mama gets most scared. She"s always afraid there are boes on the train."
"Boes!" said Ellen, scornfully, "what could a bo do!"
"Well, I WILL go over and talk to Johnnie," said Mary Bell, with sudden hope. "I"m going to get all ready except my dress, in case Aunt Mat comes," she confided eagerly, when she had kissed the drowsy mother, and they were on their way.
"Say, did you know that Jim Carr is going to-night with Carrie Parmalee?" said Ellen, significantly, as the girls crossed the clean, bare dooryard, under the blossoming locust trees.
Mary Bell"s heart grew cold,--sank. She had hoped, if she DID go, that some chance might make her escort no other than Jim Carr.
"It"ll make me sick if she gets him," said Ellen, frankly. Although engaged herself, she felt an unabated interest in the love-affairs about her.
"Is he going to drive her over?" asked Mary Bell, clearing her throat.
"No, thank the Lord for that!" said Ellen, piously. "No. It"s all Mrs.
Parmalee"s doing, anyway! His horse is lame, and I guess she thought it was a good chance! He"ll drive over there with Gus and mama and papa and Sadie and Mar"gret; and I guess he"ll get enough of "em, too!"
Mary Bell breathed again. He hadn"t asked Carrie, anyway. And if she, Mary Bell, really went to the dance, and the pink frock looked well, and Jim Carr saw all the other boys crowding about her for dances--
The rosy dream brought them to the steps of the American Palace Hotel, for Deaneville was only a village, and a brisk walker might have circled it in twenty minutes. The hideous brown hotel, with its long porches, was the largest building in the place, except for hay barns, and fruit storehouses. Three or four saloons, a "social hall," the "general store," and the smithy, formed the main street, and diverging from it scattered the wide shady lanes that led to old homesteads and orchards.
"Johnnie," Walt Larabee"s little black-eyed manager and wife, and the most beloved of Deaneville matrons, was in the bare, odorous hallway.
She was clad in faded blue denim overalls, and a floating transparent kimono of some cheap stuff. Her coal-black hair was rigidly puffed and pinned, and ornamented with two coquettish red roses, and her thin cheeks were rouged.
"Well, say--don"t you girls think you"re the whole thing!" said the lady, blithely. "Not for a minute! Walt and me are going to this dance, too!"
She waved toward them one of the slippers she was cleaning.
"Walt said somethin" about it yes"day," continued Mrs. Larabee, with relish, "but I said no; no twelve-mile drive for me, with a young baby!
But some folks we know came down on the morning train--you girls have heard me speak of Ed and Lizzie Purdy?"
"Oh, yes!" said Mary Bell, sick with one more disappointment.
"Well," pursued Johnnie, "they had dinner here, and come t" talk it over, Lizzie was wild to go, and Ed got Walt all worked up, and nothing would do but we must get out our old carryall, and take their Thelma and my Maxine along! Well, LAUGH--we were like a lot of kids! I"m crazy to dance just once in Pitcher"s barn. We"re going up early, and have our supper up there."
"We"re going to do that, too," said Ellen, with pleasant antic.i.p.ation.
"Ma and I always help set tables, and so on! It"s lots of fun!"
Mary Bell"s face grew sober as she listened. It WOULD be fun to be one of the gay party in the big barn, in the twilight, and to have her share of the unpacking and arranging, and the excitement of arriving wagons and groups. The great supper of cold chicken and boiled eggs and fruit and pickles, the fifty varieties of cake, would be spread downstairs; and upstairs the musicians would be tuning their instruments as early as seven o"clock, and the eager boys and girls trying their steps, and changing cards. And then there would be feasting and laughing and talking, and, above all, dancing until dawn!
"Beg pardon, Johnnie?" she stammered.
"Well, looks like some one round here is in love, or something!" said Johnnie, freshly. "I never had it that bad, did you, Ellen? Ellen"s been telling me how you"re fixed, Mary Bell," she went on with deep concern, "and I was suggestin" that you run over to the general store, and ask Mis" Rowe--or I should say, Mis" Bates," she corrected herself with a grin, and the girls laughed--"if she won"t sleep at your house tonight. Chess"ll tend store. It"ll be something fierce if you don"t go, Mary Bell, so you run along and ask the bride!" laughed Johnnie.
"I believe I would," approved Ellen, and the girls accordingly crossed the gra.s.sy, uneven street to the store.
An immense gray-haired woman was in the doorway.
"Well, is it ribbon or stockings, or what?" said she, smiling. "The place has gone crazy! There ain"t going to be a soul here but me to-night."
Mary Bell was silent. Ellen spoke.
"Chess ain"t going, is he?" she asked.
The old woman shook with laughter.
"Chess ain"t nothing but a regular kid," she said. "He was dying to go, but he knew I couldn"t, and he never said a word. Finally, my boy Tom and his wife, and Len and Josie and the children, they all drove by on their way to Pitcher"s; and Len--he"s a good deal older"n Chess, you know--he says to me, "You"d oughter leave Chess come along with the rest of us, ma; jest because he"s married ain"t no reason he"s forgot how to dance!" Well, I burst right out laughing, and I says, "Why didn"t he say he wanted to go?" and Chess run upstairs for his other suit, and off they all went!"
There was nothing for it, then, but to wait for Lew Dinwoodie and the news from Aunt Mat.
Mary Bell walked slowly back through the fragrant lanes, pa.s.sed now and then by a surrey loaded with joyous pa.s.sengers already bound for Pitcher"s barn. She was at her own gate, when a voice calling her whisked her about as if by magic.
"h.e.l.lo, Mary Bell!" said Jim Carr, joining her. But she looked so pretty in her blue cotton dress, with the yellow level of a field of mustard-tops behind her, and beyond that the windbreak of gold-tipped eucalyptus trees, that he went on almost confusedly, "You--you look terribly pretty in that dress! Is that what you"re going to wear?"
"This!" laughed Mary Bell. And she raised her dancing eyes, to grow a little confused in her turn. Nature, obedient to whose law blossoms were whitening the fruit trees, wheat p.r.i.c.king through the damp earth, robins mating in the orchards, had laid the first thread of her great bond upon these two. They smiled silently at each other.
"I"m not even sure I"m going!" said Mary Bell, ruefully.
The sudden look of concern in his face went straight to her heart. Jim Carr really cared, then, that she couldn"t go! Big, clever, kindly Jim Carr, who was superintendent at the power-house, and a comparative newcomer in Deaneville, was an important personage.
"Not going!" said Jim, blankly. "Oh, say--why not!"
Mary Bell explained. But Jim was encouraging.
"Why, of course your aunt will come!" he a.s.sured her st.u.r.dily. "She"ll know what it means to you. You"ll go up with the d.i.c.keys, won"t you?
I"m going up early, with the Parmalees, but I"ll look out for you! I"ve got to hunt up my kid brother now; he"s got to sleep at Montgomery"s to-night. I don"t want him alone at the hotel, if Johnnie isn"t there.
If you happen to see him, will you tell him?"
"All right," said Mary Bell. And her spirits were sufficiently braced by his encouragement to enable her to call cheerfully after him, "See you later, Jim!"