"You"re pretty young," he said slowly. "I can hardly say, Fairy. You"ve always been capable and self-possessed. When you and Gene get so crazy about each other you can"t bear to be apart any longer, it"s all right here."
She put her arm around his neck and rubbed her fingers over his cheek lovingly.
"You understand, don"t you, father, that I"m just going to be plain married when the time comes? Not a wedding like Prudence"s. Gene, and the girls, and Prue and Jerry, and you, father, that is all."
"Yes, all right. It"s your day, you know."
"And we won"t talk much about it beforehand. We all know how we feel about things. It would be silly for me to try to tell you what a grand sweet father you"ve been to us. I can"t tell you,--if I tried I"d only cry. You know what I think."
His face was against hers, and his eyes were away from her, so Fairy did not see the moisture in his eyes when he said in a low voice:
"Yes, I know Fairy. And I don"t need to say what fine girls you are, and how proud I am of you. You know it already. But sometimes," he added slowly, "I wonder that I haven"t been a bigger man, and haven"t done finer work, with a houseful of girls like mine."
Her arm pressed more closely about his neck. "Father," she whispered, "don"t say that. We think you are wonderfully splendid, just as you are.
It isn"t what you"ve said, not what you"ve done for us, it"s just because you have always made us so sure of you. We never had to wonder about father, or ask ourselves--we were sure. We"ve always had you." She leaned over and kissed him again. "There never was such a father, they all say so, Prudence and Connie, and the twins, too! There couldn"t be another like you! Now we understand each other, don"t we?"
"I guess so. Anyhow, I understand that there"ll only be three daughters in the parsonage pretty soon. All right, Fairy. I know you will be happy." He paused a moment. "So will I."
But the months pa.s.sed, and Fairy seemed content to stay quietly at home, embroidering as Prudence had done, laughing at the twins as they tripped gaily, riotously through college. And then in the early spring, she sent an urgent note to Prudence.
"You must come home for a few days, Prue, you and Jerry. It"s just because I want you and I need you, and I know you won"t go back on me. I want you to get here on the early afternoon train Tuesday, and stay till the last of the week. Just wire that you are coming--the three of you. I know you"ll be here, since it is I who ask it."
It followed naturally that Prudence"s answer was satisfactory. "Of course we"ll come."
Fairy"s plans were very simple. "We"ll have a nice family dinner Tuesday evening,--we"ll get Mrs. Green to come and cook and have her niece to serve it,--that"ll leave us free to visit every minute. I"ll plan the dinner. Then we"ll all be together, nice and quiet, just our own little bunch. Don"t have dates, twins,--of course Gene will be here, but he"s part of the family, and we don"t want outsiders this time. His parents will be in town, and I"ve asked them to come up. I want a real family reunion just for once, and it"s my party, for I started it. So you must let me have it my own way."
Fairy was generally willing to leave the initiative to the eager twins, but when she made a plan it was generally worth adopting, and the other members of the family agreed to her arrangements without demur.
After the first confusion of welcoming Prudence home, and making fun of "daddy Jerry," and testing the weight and length of little Fairy, they all settled down to a parsonage home-gathering. Just a few minutes before the dinner hour, Fairy took her father"s hand.
"Come into the lime-light," she said softly, "I want you." He pa.s.sed little Fairy over to the outstretched arms of the nearest auntie, and allowed himself to be led into the center of the room.
"Gene," said Fairy, and he came to her quickly, holding out a slender roll of paper. "It"s our license," said Fairy. "We think we"d like to be married now, father, if you will."
He looked at her questioningly, but understandingly. The girls cl.u.s.tered about them with eager outcries, half protest, half encouragement.
"It"s my day, you know," cried Fairy, "and this is my way."
She held out her hand, and Gene took it very tenderly in his. Mr. Starr looked at them gravely for a moment, and then in the gentle voice that the parsonage girls insisted was his most valuable ministerial a.s.set, he gave his second girl in marriage.
It surely was Fairy"s way, plain and sweet, without formality. And the dinner that followed was just a happy family dinner. Fairy"s face was so glowing with content, and Gene"s att.i.tude was so tender, and so ludicrously proud, that the twins at last were convinced that this was right, and all was well.
But that evening, when Gene"s parents had gone away, and after Fairy and Gene themselves had taken the carriage to the station for their little vacation together, and Jerry and Prudence were putting little Fairy to bed, the three girls left in the home sat drearily in their bedroom and talked it over.
"We"re thinning out," said Connie. "Who next?"
"We"ll stick around as long as we like, Miss Connie, you needn"t try to shuffle us off," said Lark indignantly.
"Prudence, and Fairy,--it was pretty cute of Fairy, wasn"t it?"
"Let"s go to bed," said Carol, rising. "I suppose we"ll feel better in the morning. A good sleep is almost as filling as a big meal after a blow like this. Well, that"s the end of Fairy. We have to make the best of us. Come on, Larkie. You"ve still got us to boss you, Con, so you needn"t feel too forlorn. My, but the house is still! In some ways I think this family is positively sickening. Good night, Connie. And, after this, when you want to eat candy in bed, please use your own. I got chocolate all over my foot last night. Good night, Connie. Well, it"s the end of Fairy. The family is going to pieces, sure enough."
CHAPTER XII
SOWING SEEDS
"Have you seen Mrs. Harbert lately, Carol?"
"Yes, she"s better, father. I was there a few minutes yesterday."
"Yesterday? You were there Tuesday, weren"t you?"
Carol looked uncomfortable. "Why, yes, I was, just for a second."
"She tells me you"ve been running in nearly every day since she took sick."
Carol bent sharply inquiring eyes upon her father. "What else did she tell you?"
"She said you were an angel."
"Y-yes,--she seems somehow to think I do it for kindness."
"And don"t you?"
"Why, no, father, of course I don"t. It"s only two blocks out of my way and it"s such fun to pop in on sick folks and show them how disgustingly strong and well I am."
"Where did you get the money for that basket of fruit?"
"I borrowed it from Aunt Grace." Carol"s face was crimson with mortification. "But it"ll be a sweet time before Mrs. Harbert gets anything else from me. She promised she wouldn"t tell."
"Did any of the others know about the fruit?"
"Why--not--exactly."
"But she thinks it was from the whole family. She thanked me for it."
"I--I made her think that," Carol explained. "I want her to think we"re the nicest parsonage bunch they"ve ever had in Mount Mark. Besides, it really was from the family. Aunt Grace loaned me the money and I"ll have to borrow it from you to pay her. And Lark did my dusting so I could go on the errand, though she did not know what it was. And I--er--accidentally took one of Connie"s ribbons to tie it with. Isn"t that a family gift?"
"Mr. Scott tells me you are the prime mover in the Junior League now,"
he continued.
"Well, goodness knows our Junior League needs a mover of some sort."
"And Mrs. Davies says you are a whole Mercy and Help Department all by yourself."