"Well, if you want plain English you can have it," said Carol heatedly.
"You know what professor is, a swell position like his, and such prospects, and New York City, and four thousand a year with a raise for next year, and we tried to give you a good fair chance to land him squarely, and--"
"To land him--"
"To get him, then! He hasn"t any girl. You could have been engaged to him this minute--Professor David Arnold Duke--if you had wanted to."
"Oh, is that it?"
"Yes, that"s it."
Fairy smiled. "Thank you, dear, it was sweet of you, but you"re too late. I am engaged."
Carol"s lips parted, closed, parted again. "You--you?"
"Exactly so."
Hope flashed into Carol"s eyes. Fairy saw it, and answered swiftly.
"Certainly not. I"m not crazy about your little Prof. I am engaged to Eugene Babler." She said it with pride, not unmixed with defiance, knowing as she did that the twins considered Gene too undignified for a parsonage son-in-law. The twins were strong for parsonage dignity!
"You--are?"
"I am."
A long instant Carol stared at her. Then she turned toward the door.
"Where are you going?"
"I"m going to tell papa."
Fairy laughed. "Papa knows it."
Carol came slowly back and stood by the dresser again. After a short silence she moved away once more.
"Where now?"
"I"ll tell Aunt Grace, then."
"Aunt Grace knows it, too."
"Does Prudence know it?"
"Yes."
Carol swallowed this bitter pill in silence.
"How long?" she inquired at last.
"About a year. Look here, Carol, I"ll show you something. Really I"m glad you know about it. We"re pretty young, and papa thought we ought to keep it dark a while to make sure. That"s why we didn"t tell you. Look at this." From her cedar chest--a Christmas gift from Gene--she drew out a small velvet jeweler"s box, and displayed before the admiring eyes of Carol a plain gold ring with a modest diamond.
Carol kissed it. Then she kissed Fairy twice.
"I know you"ll be awfully happy, Fairy," she said soberly. "And I"m glad of it. But--I can"t honestly believe there"s any man good enough for our girls. Babbie"s nice, and dear, and all that, and he"s so crazy about you, and--do you love him?" Her eyes were wide, rather wondering, as she put this question softly.
Fairy put her arm about her sister"s shoulders, and her fine steady eyes met Carol"s clearly.
"Yes," she said frankly, "I love him--with all my heart."
"Is that what makes you so--so shiny, and smiley, and starry all the time?"
"I guess it is. It is the most wonderful thing in the world, Carol. You can"t even imagine it--beforehand. It is magical, it is heavenly."
"Yes, I suppose it is. Prudence says so, too. I can"t imagine it, I kind of wish I could. Can"t I go and tell Connie and Lark? I want to tell somebody!"
"Yes, tell them. We decided not to let you know just yet, but since--yes, tell them, and bring them up to see it."
Carol kissed her again, and went out, gently closing the door behind her. In the hallway she stopped and stared at the wall for an unseeing moment. Then she clenched and shook a stern white fist at the door.
"I don"t care," she muttered, "they"re not good enough for Prudence and Fairy! They"re not! I just believe I despise men, all of "em, unless it"s daddy and Duck!" She smiled a little and then looked grim once more. "Eugene Babler, and a little queen like Fairy! I think that must be Heaven"s notion of a joke." She sighed again. "Oh, well, it"s something to have something to tell! I"m glad I found it out ahead of Lark!"
CHAPTER VIII
LARK"S LITERARY VENTURE
As commencement drew near, and Fairy began planning momentous things for her graduation, a little soberness came into the parsonage life. The girls were certainly growing up. Prudence had been married a long, long time. Fairy was being graduated from college, her school-days were over, and life was just across the threshold--its big black door just slightly ajar waiting for her to press it back and catch a glimpse of what lay beyond, yes, there was a rosy tinge showing faintly through like the light of the early sun shining through the night-fog, but the door was only a little ajar! And Fairy was nearly ready to step through. It disturbed the parsonage family a great deal.
Even the twins were getting along. They were finishing high school, and beginning to prate of college and such things, but the twins were still, well, they were growing up, perhaps, but they kept jubilantly young along in the process, and their enthusiasm for diplomas and ice-cream sodas was so nearly identical that one couldn"t feel seriously that the twins were tugging at their leashes.
And Connie was a freshman herself,--rather tall, a little awkward, with a sober earnest face, and with an incongruously humorous droop to the corners of her lips, and in the sparkle of her eyes.
Mr. Starr looked at them and sighed. "I tell you, Grace, it"s a thankless job, rearing a family. Connie told me to-day that my collars should have straight edges now instead of turned-back corners. And Lark reminded me that I got my points mixed up in last Sunday"s lesson. I"m getting sick of this family business, I"m about ready to--"
And just then, as a clear "Father" came floating down the stairway, he turned his head alertly. "What do you want?"
"Everybody"s out," came Carol"s plaintive voice. "Will you come and b.u.t.ton me up? I can"t ask auntie to run clear up here, and I can"t come down because I"m in my stocking feet. My new slippers pinch so I don"t put them on until I have to. Oh, thanks, father, you"re a dear."
After the excitement of the commencement, the commotion, the glamour, the gaiety, ordinary parsonage life seemed smooth and pleasant, and for ten days there was not a ruffle on the surface of their domestic waters.
It was on the tenth day that the twins, strolling down Main Street, conversing earnestly together as was their custom, were accosted by a nicely-rounded, pompous man with a cordial, "h.e.l.lo, twins."
In an instant they were bright with smiles, for this was Mr. Raider, editor and owner of the _Daily News_, the biggest and most popular of Mount Mark"s three daily papers. Looking forward, as they did, to a literary career for Lark, they never failed to show a touching and unnatural deference to any one connected, even ever so remotely, with that profession. Indeed, Carol, with the charm of her smile, had bewitched the small carriers to the last lad, and in reply to her sister"s teasing, only answered stoutly, "That"s all right,--you don"t know what they may turn into one of these days. We"ve got to look ahead to Lark"s Literary Career."
So when humble carriers, and some of them black at that, received such sweet attention, one can well imagine what the nicely rounded, pompous editor himself called forth.
They did not resent his nicely-rounded and therefore pointless jokes.