"I"m beginning to feel my age," he said.
This was not what Carol wanted, and she resumed her old childish manner with a gleeful laugh.
"What on earth are you doing in Mount Mark again, P"fessor!" When Carol wished to be particularly coy, she said "p"fessor." It didn"t sound exactly cultured, but spoken in Carol"s voice was really irresistible.
"Why, I came to see you before your hair turned gray, and wrinkles marred you--"
"Wrinkles won"t mar mine," cried Carol emphatically. "Not ever! I use up a whole jar of cold cream every three weeks! I won"t have "em. Wrinkles!
P"fessor, you don"t know what a time I have keeping myself young."
She joined in the peal of laughter that rang out as this age-wise statement fell from her lips.
"You"ll be surprised," he said, "what does bring me to Mount Mark. I have given up my position in New York, and am going to school again in Chicago this winter. I shall be here only to-night. To-morrow I begin to study again."
"Going to school again!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Carol, and all the others looked at him astonished. "Going to school again. Why, you know enough, now!"
"Think so? Thanks. But I don"t know what I"m going to need from this on.
I am changing my line of work. The fact is, I"m going to enter the ministry myself, and will have a couple of years in a theological seminary first."
Utter stupefaction greeted this explanation. Not one word was spoken.
"I"ve been going into these things rather deeply the last two years.
I"ve attended a good many special meetings, and taken some studies along with my regular work. For a year I"ve felt it would finally come to this, but I preferred my own job, and I thought I would stick it out, as Carol says. But I"ve decided to quit balking, and answer the call."
Aunt Grace nodded, with a warmly approving smile.
"I think it"s perfectly grand, Professor," said Fairy earnestly.
"Perfectly splendid. You will do it wonderfully well, I know, and be a big help--in our business."
"But, Professor," said Carol faintly and falteringly, "didn"t you tell me you were to get five thousand dollars a year with the inst.i.tute from this on?"
"Yes. I was."
Carol gazed at her family despairingly. "It would take an awfully loud call to drown the c.h.i.n.k of five thousand gold dollars in my ears, I am afraid."
"It was a loud call," he said. And he looked at her curiously, for of all the family she alone seemed distrait and unenthusiastic.
"Professor," she continued anxiously, "I heard one of the bishops say that sometimes young men thought they were called to the ministry when it was too much mince pie for dinner."
"I did not have mince pie for dinner," he answered, smiling, but conscious of keen disappointment in his friend.
"But, Professor," she argued, "can"t people do good without preaching?
Think of all the lovely things you could do with five thousand dollars!
Think of the influence a prominent educator has! Think of--"
"I have thought of it, all of it. But haven"t I got to answer the call?"
"It takes nerve to do it, too," said Connie approvingly. "I know just how it is from my own experience. Of course, I haven"t been called to enter the ministry, but--it works out the same in other things."
"Indeed, Professor," said Lark, "we always said you were too nice for any ordinary job. And the ministry is about the only extraordinary job there is!"
"Tell us all about it," said Fairy cordially. "We are so interested in it. Of course, we think it is the finest work in the world." She looked reproachfully at Carol, but Carol made no response.
He told them, then, something of his plan, which was very simple. He had arranged for a special course at the seminary in Chicago, and then would enter the ministry like any other young man starting upon his life-work.
"I"m a Presbyterian, you know," he said. "I"ll have to go around and preach until I find a church willing to put up with me. I won"t have a presiding elder to make a niche for me."
He talked frankly, even with enthusiasm, but always he felt the curious disappointment that Carol sat there silent, her eyes upon the hands in her lap. Once or twice she lifted them swiftly to his face, and lowered them instantly again. Only he noticed when they were raised, that they were unusually deep, and that something lay within shining brightly, like the reflection of a star in a clear dark pool of water.
"I must go now," he said, "I must have a little visit with my uncle, I just wanted to see you, and tell you about it. I knew you would like it."
Carol"s hand was the first placed in his, and she murmured an inaudible word of farewell, her eyes downcast, and turned quickly away. "Don"t let them wait for me," she whispered to Lark, and then she disappeared.
The professor turned away from the hospitable door very much depressed.
He shook his head impatiently and thrust his hands deep into his pockets like a troubled boy. Half-way down the board walk he stopped, and smiled. Carol was standing among the rose bushes, tall and slim in the cloudy moonlight, waiting for him. She held out her hand with a friendly smile.
"I came to take you a piece if you want me," she said. "It"s so hard to talk when there"s a roomful, isn"t it? I thought maybe you wouldn"t mind."
"Mind? It was dear of you to think of it," he said gratefully, drawing her hand into the curve of his arm. "I was wishing I could talk with you alone. You won"t be cold?"
"Oh, no, I like to be out in the night air. Oh," she protested, when he turned north from the parsonage instead of south, as he should have gone, "I only came for a piece, you know. And you want to visit with your uncle." The long lashes hid the twinkle the professor knew was there, though he could not see it.
"Yes, all right. But we"ll walk a little way first. I"ll visit him later on. Or I can write him a letter if necessary." He felt at peace with all the world. His resentment toward Carol had vanished at the first glimpse of her friendly smile.
"I want to talk to you about being a preacher, you know. I think it is the most wonderful thing in the world, I certainly do." Her eyes were upon his face now seriously. "I didn"t say much, I was surprised, and I was ashamed, too, Professor, for I never could do it in the world.
Never! It always makes me feel cheap and exasperated when I see how much nicer other folks are than I. But I do think it is wonderful. Really sometimes, I have thought you ought to be a preacher, because you"re so nice. So many preachers aren"t, and that"s the kind we need."
The professor put his other hand over Carol"s, which was restlessly fingering the crease in his sleeve. He did not speak. Her girlish, impulsive words touched him very deeply.
"I wouldn"t want the girls to know it, they"d think it was so funny, but--" She paused uncertainly, and looked questioningly into his face.
"Maybe you won"t understand what I mean, but sometimes I"d like to be good myself. Awfully good, I mean." She smiled whimsically. "Wouldn"t Connie scream if she could hear that? Now you won"t give me away, will you? But I mean it. I don"t think of it very often, but sometimes, why, Professor, honestly, I wouldn"t care if I were as good as Prudence!" She paused dramatically, and the professor pressed the slender hand more closely in his.
"Oh, I don"t worry about it. I suppose one hasn"t any business to expect a good complexion and just natural goodness, both at once, but--" She smiled again. "Five thousand dollars," she added dreamily. "Five thousand dollars! What shall I call you now? P"fesser is not appropriate any more, is it?"
"Call me David, won"t you, Carol? Or Dave."
Carol gasped. "Oh, mercy! What would Prudence say?" She giggled merrily.
"Oh, mercy!" She was silent a moment then. "I"ll have to be contented with plain Mr. Duke, I suppose, until you get a D.D. Duckie, D.D.," she added laughingly. But in an instant she was sober again. "I do love our job. If I were a man I"d be a minister myself. Reverend Carol Starr,"
she said loftily, then laughed. Carol"s laughter always followed fast upon her earnest words. "Reverend Carol Starr. Wouldn"t I be a peach?"
He laughed, too, recovering his equanimity as her customary buoyant brightness returned to her.
"You are," he said, and Carol answered:
"Thanks," very dryly. "We must go back now," she added presently. And they turned at once, walking slowly back toward the parsonage.
"Can"t you write to me a little oftener, Carol? I hate to be a bother, but my uncle never writes letters, and I like to know how my friends here are getting along, marriages, and deaths, and just plain gossip.
I"ll like it very much if you can. I do enjoy a good correspondence with--"