He stayed for luncheon, he even helped carry the folding table out beneath the cherry tree, and trotted docilely back and forth with plates and gla.s.ses, as Connie decreed.
"Oh, father," she chuckled to herself, as she stood at the kitchen window, twinkling at the sight of the millionaire"s son spreading sandwiches according to her instructions. "Oh, father, the boy question is complicated, sure enough."
It was not until they were at luncheon that the grand idea visited Connie. Carol would have offered it harborage long before. Carol"s mind worked best along that very line. It came to Connie slowly, but she gave it royal welcome. Back to her remembrance flashed the thousand witty sallies of Carol and Lark, the hundreds of times she had suffered at their hands. And for the first time in her life, she saw a clear way of getting even. And a millionaire"s son! Never was such a revenge fairly crying to be perpetrated.
"Will you do something for me, Mr. Hedges?" she asked. Connie was only sixteen, but something that is born in woman told her to lower her eyes shyly, and then look up at him quickly beneath her lashes. She was no flirt, but she believed in utilizing her resources. And she saw in a flash that the ruse worked.
Then she told him softly, very prettily.
"But won"t she dislike me if I do?" he asked.
"No, she won"t," said Connie. "We"re a family of good laughers. We enjoy a joke nearly as much when it"s on us, as when we are on top."
So it was arranged, and shortly after luncheon the young man in the immaculate spring suit took his departure. Then Connie summoned her aunt by phone, and told her she must hasten home to help "get ready for the millionaire"s son." It was after two when the twins arrived, and Connie and their aunt hurried them so violently that they hadn"t time to ask how Connie got her information.
"But I hope I"m slick enough to get out of it without lying if they do ask," she told herself. "Prudence says it"s not really wicked to get out of telling things if we can manage it."
He had arrived! A millionaire"s son! Instantly their enthusiasm returned to them. The cushions on the couch were carefully arranged for the reclining of the semi-invalid aunt, who, with the sweet young daughter of the home, was up-stairs waiting to be summoned. Connie, with the tennis racquet, was in the shed, waiting to arrive theatrically. Carol, in her trim black gown with a white cap and ap.r.o.n, was a dream.
And when he came she ushered him in, curtesying in a way known only on the stage, and took his hat and stick, and said softly:
"Yes, sir,--please come in, sir,--I"ll call the ladies."
She knew she was bewitching, of course, since she had done it on purpose, and she lifted her eyes just far enough beneath the lashes to give the properly coquettish effect. He caught her hand, and drew her slowly toward him, admiration in his eyes, but trepidation in his heart, as he followed Connie"s coaching. But Carol was panic-seized, she broke away from him roughly and ran up-stairs, forgetting her carefully rehea.r.s.ed. "Oh, no, sir,--oh, please, sir,--you"d better wait for the ladies."
But once out of reach she regained her composure. The semi-invalid aunt trailed down the stairs, closely followed by the attentive maid to arrange her chair and adjust the silken shawl. Mr. Hedges introduced himself, feeling horribly foolish in the presence of the lovely serving girl, and wishing she would take herself off. But she lingered effectively, whispering softly:
"Shall I lower the window, madame? Is it too cool? Your bottle, madame!"
And the guest rubbed his hand swiftly across his face to hide the slight twitching of his lips.
Then the model maid disappeared, and presently the sweet daughter of the house, charming in the gray silk mull and satin slippers, appeared, smiling, talking, full of vivacity and life. And after a while the dashing tennis girl strolled in, smiling inscrutably into the eyes that turned so quizzically toward her. For a time all went well. The chaperoning aunt occasionally lifted a dainty cologne bottle to her sensitive nostrils, and the daughter of the house carried out her girlish vivacity to the point of utter weariness. Connie said little, but her soul expanded with the foretaste of triumph.
"Dinner is served, madame," said the soft voice at the door, and they all walked out sedately. Carol adjusted the invalid auntie"s shawl once more, and was ready to go to the kitchen when a quiet:
"Won"t Miss Carol sit down with us?" made her stop dead in her tracks.
He had pulled a chair from the corner up to the table for her, and she dropped into it. She put her elbows on the table, and leaning her dainty chin in her hands, gazed thoughtfully at Connie, whose eyes were bright with the fires of victory.
"Ah, Connie, I have hopes of you yet,--you are improving," she said gently. "Will you run out to the kitchen and bring me a bowl of soup, my child?"
And then came laughter, full and free,--and in the midst of it Carol looked up, wiping her eyes, and said:
"I"m sorry now I didn"t let you kiss me, just to shock father!"
But the visit was a great success. Even Mr. Starr realized that. The millionaire"s son remained in Mount Mark four days, the cynosure of all eyes, for as Carol said, "What"s the use of bothering with a millionaire"s son if you can"t brag about him."
And his devotion to his father"s college chum was such that he wrote to him regularly for a long time after, and came westward now and again to renew the friendship so auspiciously begun.
"But you can"t call him a problem, father," said Carol keenly. "They aren"t problematic until they discriminate. And he doesn"t. He"s as fond of Connie"s conscience as he is of my complexion, as far as I can see."
She rubbed her velvet skin regretfully. She had two pimples yesterday and he never even noticed them. Then she leaned forward and smiled.
"Father, you keep an eye on Connie. There"s something in there that we aren"t on to yet." And with this cryptic remark, Carol turned her attention to a small jar of cold cream the druggist had given her to sample.
CHAPTER XVI
THE TWINS HAVE A PROPOSAL
It was half past three on a delightful summer afternoon. The twins stood at the gate with two hatless youths, performing what seemed to be the serious operation of separating their various tennis racquets and shoes from the conglomerate jumble. Finally, laughing and calling back over their shoulders, they sauntered lazily up the walk toward the house, and the young men set off in the direction from which they had come. They were hardly out of hearing distance when the front door opened, and Aunt Grace beckoned hurriedly to the twins.
"Come on, quick," she said. "Where in the world have you been all day?
Did you have any luncheon? Mrs. Forrest and Jim were here, and they invited you to go home with them for a week in the country. I said I knew you"d want to go, and they promised to come for you at four, but I couldn"t find you any place. I suppose it is too late now. It"s--"
"A week!"
"At Forrests"?"
"Come on, Lark, sure we have time enough. We"ll be ready in fifteen minutes."
"Come on up, auntie, we"ll tell you where we"ve been."
The twins flew up the stairs, their aunt as close behind as she deemed safe. Inside their own room they promptly, and ungracefully, kicked off their loose pumps, tossed their tennis shoes and racquets on the bed, and began tugging at the cords of their middy blouses.
"You go and wash, Carol," said Lark, "while I comb. Then I can have the bathroom to myself. And hurry up! You haven"t any time to primp."
"Pack the suit-case and the bag, will you, auntie, and--"
"I already have," she answered, laughing at their frantic energy. "And I put out these white dresses for you to wear, and--"
"Gracious, auntie! They b.u.t.ton in the back and have sixty b.u.t.tons apiece. We"ll never have time to fasten them," expostulated Carol, without diminishing her speed.
"I"ll b.u.t.ton while you powder, that"ll be time enough."
"I won"t have time to powder," called back Carol from the bathroom, where she was splashing the water at a reckless rate. "I"ll wear a veil and powder when I get there. Did you pack any clean handkerchiefs, auntie? I"m clear out. If you didn"t put any in, you"d better go and borrow Connie"s. Lucky thing she"s not here."
Shining with zeal and soap, Carol dashed out, and Lark dashed in.
"Are there any holes in these stockings?" Carol turned around, lifting her skirts for inspection. "Well, I"m sorry, I won"t have time to change them.--Did they come in the auto? Good!" She was brushing her hair as she talked. "Yes, we had a luncheon, all pie, though. We played tennis this morning; we were intending to come home right along, or we"d have phoned you. We were playing with George Castle and Fritzie Zale.--Is it sticking out any place?" She lowered her head backward for her aunt to see. "Stick a pin in it, will you? Thanks. They dared us to go to the pie counter and see which couple could eat the most pieces of lemon pie, the couple which lost paying for all the pie. It"s not like betting, you know, it"s a kind of reward of merit, like a Sunday-school prize. No, I won"t put on my slippers till the last thing, my heel"s sore, my tennis shoe rubbed the skin off. My feet seem to be getting tender. Think it"s old age?"
Lark now emerged from the bathroom, and both twins performed a flying exchange of dresses.
"Who won?"
"Lark and George ate eleven pieces, and Fritzie and I only nine. So Fritzie paid. Then we went on the campus and played mumble-te-peg, or whatever you call it. It is French, auntie."
"Did they ask us to stay a whole week, auntie?" inquired Lark.