Certainly this was the surprise of Carol"s life. If it was romance she wanted, here it was in plenty. She stopped short in the daisy-bright lane and stared at him.
"Jim Forrest," she demanded, "is it Lark you want to marry, or me?"
"Lark, of course!"
Carol opened her lips and closed them. She did it again. Finally she spoke. "Well, of all the idiots! If you want to marry Lark, what in the world are you out here proposing to me for?"
"I"m not proposing to you," he objected. "I"m just telling you about it."
"But what for? What"s the object? Why don"t you go and rave to her?"
He smiled a little. "Well, I guess I thought telling you first was one way of breaking it to her gently."
"I"m perfectly disgusted with you," Carol went on, "perfectly. Here I"ve been expecting you to propose to me all week, and--"
"Propose to you! My stars!"
"Don"t interrupt me," Carol snapped. "Last night I lay awake for hours,--look at the rings beneath my eyes--"
"I don"t see "em," he interrupted again, smiling more broadly.
"Just thinking out a good flowery rejection for you, and then you trot me out here and propose to Lark! Well, if that isn"t nerve!"
Jim laughed loudly at this. He was used to Carol, and enjoyed her little outbursts. "I can"t think what on earth made you imagine I"d want to propose to you," he said, shaking his head as though appalled at the idea.
Carol"s eyes twinkled at that, but she did not permit him to see it.
"Why shouldn"t I think so? Didn"t you get a new gray suit? And haven"t I the best complexion in Mount Mark? Don"t all the men want to propose to a complexion like mine?"
"Shows their b.u.m taste," he muttered.
Carol twinkled again. "Of course," she agreed, "all men have b.u.m taste, if it comes to that."
He laughed again, then he sobered. "Do you think Lark will--"
"I think Lark will turn you down," said Carol promptly, "and I hope she does. You aren"t good enough for her. No one in the world is good enough for Lark except myself. If she should accept you--I don"t think she will, but if she has a mental aberration and does--I"ll give you my blessing, and come and live with you six months in the year, and Lark shall come and live with me the other six months, and you can run the farm and send us an allowance. But I don"t think she"ll have you; I"ll be disappointed in her if she does."
Carol was silent a moment then. She was remembering many things,--Lark"s grave face that day in the parsonage when they had discussed the love of Jim, her unwonted gentleness and her quiet manners during this visit, and one night when Carol, suddenly awakening, had found her weeping bitterly into her pillow. Lark had said it was a headache, and was better now, and Carol had gone to sleep again, but she remembered now that Lark never had headaches! And she remembered how very often lately Lark had put her arms around her shoulders and looked searchingly into her face, and Lark was always wistful, too, of late! She sighed. Yes, she caught on at last, "had been pushed on to it," she thought angrily.
She had been a wicked, blind, hateful little simpleton or she would have seen it long ago. But she said nothing of this to Jim.
"You"d better run along then, and switch your proposal over to her, or I"m likely to accept you on my own account, just for a joke. And be sure and tell her I"m good and sore that I didn"t get a chance to use my flowery rejection. But I"m almost sure she"ll turn you down."
Then Carol stood in the path, and watched Jim as he leaped lightly over fences and ran through the sweet meadow. She saw Lark spring to her feet and step out from the shade of an apple tree, and then Jim took her in his arms.
After that, Carol rushed into the house and up the stairs. She flung herself on her knees beside her bed and buried her face in the white spread.
"Lark," she whispered, "Lark!" She clenched her hands, and her shoulders shook. "My little twin," she cried again, "my nice old Lark." Then she got up and walked back and forth across the floor. Sometimes she shook her fist. Sometimes a little crooked smile softened her lips. Once she stamped her foot, and then laughed at herself. For an hour she paced up and down. Then she turned on the light, and went to the mirror, where she smoothed her hair and powdered her face as carefully as ever.
"It"s a good joke on me," she said, smiling, "but it"s just as good a one on Mrs. Forrest. I think I"ll go and have a laugh at her. And I"ll pretend I knew it all along."
She found the woman lying in a hammock on the broad piazza where a broad shaft of light from the open door fell upon her. Carol stood beside her, smiling brightly.
"Mrs. Forrest," she said, "I know a perfectly delicious secret. Shall I tell you?"
The woman sat up, holding out her arms. Carol dropped on her knees beside her, smiling mischievously at the expression on her face.
"Cupid has been at work," she said softly, "and your own son has fallen a victim."
Mrs. Forrest sniffed slightly, but she looked lovingly at the fair sweet face. "I am sure I can not wonder," she answered in a gentle voice. "Is it all settled?"
"I suppose so. At any rate, he is proposing to her in the orchard, and I am pretty sure she"s going to accept him."
Mrs. Forrest"s arms fell away from Carol"s shoulders. "Lark!" she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed.
"Yes,--didn"t you know it?" Carol"s voice was mildly and innocently surprised.
"Lark!" Mrs. Forrest was plainly dumfounded. "I--I thought it was you!"
"Me!" Carol was intensely astonished. "Me? Oh, dear Mrs. Forrest, whatever in the world made you think that?"
"Why--I don"t know," she faltered weakly, "I just naturally supposed it was you. I asked him once where he left his heart, and he said, "At the parsonage," and so of course I thought it was you."
Carol laughed gaily. "What a joke," she cried. "But you are more fortunate than you expected, for it is my precious old Larkie. But don"t be too glad about it, or you may hurt my feelings."
"Well, I am surprised, I confess, but I believe I like Lark as well as I do you, and of course Jim"s the one to decide. People say Lark is more sensible than you are, but it takes a good bit of a man to get beyond a face as pretty as yours. I"m kind o" proud of Jim!"
CHAPTER XVII
THE GIRL WHO WOULDN"T PROPOSE
It took a long time for Carol to recover from the effect of Lark"s disloyalty, as she persisted in calling it. For several weeks she didn"t twinkle at all. But when at last the smiles came easy again, she wrote to Mr. Duke, her p"fessor no longer, but now a full-fledged young minister. She apologized sweetly for her long delay.
"But you will forgive me when you have read this,"
she wrote. "Cupid is working havoc in our family.
Of course, no one outside the home circle knows yet, but I insisted on telling you because you have been such a grand good friend to us for so long. We may seem young to you, because you can"t forget when we were freshmen, but we are really very grown up. We act quite mature now, and never think of playing jokes. But I didn"t finish my news, did I?
"It is Jim Forrest--he was in high school when we were. Remember him? Larkie and I were out to spend a week, and--but I needn"t go into particulars. I knew you would be interested. The whole family is very happy about it, he is a great favorite with every one. But how our family is going to pieces!
Still, since it is Jim--! He _is_ nice, isn"t he?
But you wouldn"t dare say no."
Carol"s eyes glittered wickedly as she sealed this letter, which she had penned with greatest care. And a few days later, when the answer came, she danced gleefully up the stairs,--not at all "mature" in manner, and locked the door behind her while she read:
"Dear Carol:
"Indeed I am very interested, and I wish you all the joy in the world. Tell Jim for me how very much I think he is to be congratulated. He seems a fine fellow, and I know you will be happy. It was a surprise, I admit--I knew he was doing the very devoted--but you have seemed so young to me, always. I can"t imagine you too grown up for jokes, though you do sound more "mature" in this letter than you have before. Lark will be lonely, I am afraid.