Poor Clara came to my room while I was reading letters, and she says she is blighted by Mr. Brewer and knows she can never get over it. She says she wouldn"t have him know that she has the next room and can hear every word for anything, for she says it"s perfectly awful all she"s overhearing. She says he called Mrs. Brewer "Ladybug," and it sounded so sweet that she cried for fifteen minutes with the pillow around her head to keep them from hearing her. I"m awfully sorry about Clara, because she is always so sincere. Don"t you remember that time that she was so sincere that they were afraid that she would commit suicide over Cleever Wiggins--and that awfully sincere time she had with young Prof.
Cook? She says she could stand anything if she could feel that she was reciprocated; but she says she can"t feel that Mr. Brewer reciprocates one bit, for he told his wife that he bet Clara would be an older maid than her aunt before she got through with life, and Clara says that"s no compliment, however you work it.
When we went down-stairs, Mr. Peters and Uncle were playing poker and Miss Clara Emily was sitting by them looking rapt. Heavens! I do hope it will stop raining and let us get away soon, for Uncle told me this noon that she was more unlike Aunt Jane than any woman that he had seen in years. Lee says he hopes we can get away very soon, too; he does not like Ellsworth Grimm. It is a pity, because Ellsworth has grown so nice, and with his pointed beard he is really very handsome. He has done a beautiful sketch of me that every one but Lee thinks is splendid, and I"m going to send it to you when it is finished. Uncle is very good-tempered, and has won over a hundred and fifty francs from Mr.
Peters at poker. Mr. Peters says he"s played poker for years without meeting such a rattling winner as Uncle, and Uncle believes him. The two Tripps want to go on, too, because they decided to wait for their money at London, and they are afraid they are going to run short. Mr.
Brewer wants to go, too, because he has finished his German book. I think we all want to go, because two days is a long while to spend in Vire. Clara says if they cannot go on in the automobile, she must take a train, for she is getting more and more sincere the more she is hearing Mr. Brewer talking to his wife through the wall. Clara says he said that he was going to snip her nose off when they were dressing this morning, and she says he calls her "Puss" till Clara feels as if she should expire in agony. She doesn"t get any sympathy from Emily, because Emily has another room, and Emily isn"t sincere, anyhow. Emily has thrown over the two Tripps and taken Mr. Stowell, and thrown over Mr. Stowell and gone back to the big Tripp, all in just these two days. Emily asked me if I ever saw such a fool as Clara; she says it almost kills her to have such a sister and such an aunt. She asked me if I"d noticed her aunt looking at my Uncle, and I had to say yes. Then she said she did hope that it would stop raining pretty soon, for she wants to get to Granville and meet a man and get letters from three more.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Miss Clara Emily is getting very much in earnest"]
Uncle came into my room this afternoon noon and said the more he saw of Europe the better he liked it, and that Mr. Peters was the sort of friend that was worth making. He said he had decided to go on with them to Mont St. Michel, because they were so urgent that he couldn"t well get out of it. He says he hopes I won"t consider that he has changed his opinion of Lee because he hasn"t, but that he will say this much, and that is, that the fact that a man like Mr. Peters will call Lee his friend proves that he must have some good in him somewhere.
Uncle said the Kingsleys seem to be nice girls, and then he coughed, but I didn"t say anything, so he dropped the subject. I must tell you, though, that Miss Clara Emily is getting very much in earnest, and every one is noticing it, and Uncle seems pleased.
We all played cards to-day and wrote letters and Lee told Ellsworth Grimm he was a blank idiot under his breath. I don"t know what was the trouble, and Lee says it isn"t any of my business, but I think we are all getting cross from being shut up so much in this little country hotel. Elfrida and her sister arrived about noon, but there wasn"t any spare room under two francs, and so they went to the other hotel.
Ellsworth Grimm has gone to the other hotel, too. He says it rains in his ceiling and he"s afraid he"ll get pneumonia.
It"s getting awful about poor Clara and Mr. Brewer, for he said something about her to-day that almost killed her, and that is so bad that she won"t repeat it to me. She says Mrs. Brewer just shrieked with laughter over it, and told him he was the dearest, horridest thing alive. Clara says I cannot possibly guess the torture of being sincere over a married man who howls with laughter over you in the next room.
She says she can"t help hearing, and she"s taken an awful cold standing with her ear to the wall, too. Poor Clara!
Emily and the big Tripp went out and walked in the rain most all the afternoon, and I thought she must be very fond of him to be willing to get so wet; but she says all she"s done here she"s done to make Jim Freeman jealous. I was so surprised when she told me that, for Jim has spent the entire two days with the chauffeur under the automobile. They have only come out to eat and sleep, and if he is in love with Emily, he is certainly taking it easy.
_Vire_ (_12 M. next day_).
Oh, Mama, we are so tired of this place! Clara has cried herself sick, and her aunt sent for the doctor. Mr. and Mrs. Brewer heard through the wall when he came, and heard that it was Clara, and of course they knew that Clara must have heard them just as well as they could hear the doctor, and they nearly went crazy. Mrs. Brewer came to me in a sort of mad despair and said Mr. Brewer was almost wild. She says she has mimicked Clara and Emily and their aunt over and over, and she never dreamed that the wall was so thin. She says Mr. Brewer talks all the time he dresses and undresses and says anything that comes into his head. They felt perfectly unable to face Clara again, and it was raining so hard that they couldn"t go on, so they moved over to the other hotel.
_Vire_ (_2 P.M. same day_).
It"s very funny, but it seems that the little Tripp was dreadfully taken with Mrs. Brewer, so the two Tripps have moved over to the other hotel, too. Mr. Stowell and Emily want to go, too, but they are with parties, and cannot do as they please. The big Tripp came back for his soap, and said he had a fireplace and now Uncle wants to move, too.
_Vire_ (_4 P.M. same day_).
We did move, and Lee said if we went, he was going. So he and Mr. Peters and Mr. Stowell have come over. So we are all here except the Kingsleys and Jim Freeman. I had to go back for Uncle"s soap, and the little Tripp left his pajamas, so we went back together to get both, and poor Clara is delirious, screaming, "Yellow kids, yellow kids!" every minute. Every one thinks she is thinking of shopping in Paris, and I didn"t explain; but while we were there, Mr. Brewer came back for their soap and heard Clara, and, as a result, he and his wife went on in their automobile, rain or no rain. They left one of their men named Scott McCarthy, and took Ellsworth Grimm. Ellsworth wanted to go, and Scott wanted to stay, so it happened very nicely.
_Vire_ (6 P.M. _same day_).
They have just moved Clara over here. She had a fresh fit when she heard Mr. Brewer getting the soap, and Miss Clara Emily thought that a change of scene would benefit her; so they all moved over. Emily told me (I walked over with Emily when she went back to get their soap) that it really wasn"t Clara at all: it was that her aunt wanted to keep close to my Uncle. Isn"t it awful? And Uncle is so flattered, too! I do hope that it will stop raining to-morrow. Lee doesn"t like Scott McCarthy, and it is a pity, for he seems to be such a nice man. It"s terribly dull without Mrs. Brewer, she was so lively. Mr. Peters is beginning to look real pale, and Lee says he ought to have a monument to patience erected to him. Jim Freeman is worried over the automobiles; he"s afraid something will happen to them on account of our all changing hotels.
Wouldn"t that be terrible?
Lovingly, YVONNE.
_Vire_ (_8 A.M. next day_).
P. S. Just a line to say that the sun has come out, and that we are all going on by train, except Jim Freeman and the chauffeur. Some one slashed all the automobile tires last night. Isn"t that awful?
XII
UNCLE JOHN AND MONT-SAINT-MICHEL
"Well, this is a great change from the automobile--eh, Peters? Of all the outrageous, heathenish actions, that cutting of automobile tires was the worst. Every man at that hotel ought to be hung up and high-strung and quartered--make an example of the whole outfit. I must say, though, that I blame Freeman a good deal myself. He says he felt anxious, and yet he never had that chauffeur set up to watch. Foolish, very foolish; but he"ll pay the penalty, having to stay there and wait for the tires from Caen.
"Lee, if you could withdraw yourself somewhat from the window, perhaps I could form some faint conception of what the country looks like to the north. If you and Yvonne want to compare maps, I should suggest that you sit side by side instead of holding the map so that it completely covers my horizon.
"Well, Peters, and so here we are off for Dol. Dol seems to be the only way to get in or out of Brittany and it must have been so always, for in Matilda"s tapestry she"s got William and Harold on their way to Dol as a beginning to making things hot for the Lord of Brittany. Very interesting study, that tapestry, Peters. I wouldn"t have--
"Stowell, I beg your pardon, but those are my feet, and not valises, that you are going to sleep against. I didn"t say anything as long as you took them as they lay, but now that you want my left foot slanting to the right, I must protest. Suppose you end yourself the other way for a change, anyhow.
"Well, Peters, and so we are off for Mont-Saint-Michel, bless her old heart--or is Michel a him? I must say, I"m deeply interested in to-day"s expedition. Wasn"t some English Henry shut up on Mont-Saint-Michel and fed by ravens there, or something like that? Yes; I know there"s some such legend, and now we"re going to see the spot. How do we get from Dol to the mont? By Pontorson, eh? And then diligence the rest. Well, I must say it sounds like quite an undertaking; but then, if you leave the beaten path, you must always pay the price, and I must say I enjoy these little jaunts with a congenial party. Too bad the Kingsleys couldn"t have continued with us. Nice people, the Kingsleys--very interesting girls. What did you say? Oh, yes, of course the aunt was interesting, too; but--what did you say? Nonsense, nonsense! But I will say one thing, Peters, and that is that it pays to travel around when it brings one in contact with people such as yourself and Miss Kingsley.
"So this is Pontorson! Do we get down here? Is that the diligence? Do we get up there? Great Scott! how can we? And it looks to be about full already. Do you mean that we have got to climb that little ladder? I don"t believe Yvonne can. I don"t believe she ought to, even if she can.
Can"t we go to Mont-Saint-Michel some other way? Peters, I"d like to slay with my own hands that wretch that slashed our automobile. Will you think of the difference he is making in our comfort these days?
"Well, Stowell, let"s see you skin up there first. Looks easy, don"t it, Peters? Lee, you go next. Now, Peters, it"s your turn. And now, Yvonne, my child, steady, and start and keep right on to the end.
There--there--catch her on top anywhere, Peters. Got her? Are you all right, child? And now for your Uncle John!
"Ask him if this is a new ladder. I don"t want to take any chances with an old ladder, you know. Well, what did he say? Ask him if people ever do fall or meet with any sort of accidents going up. Well, what did he say? Peters, this looks more serious every minute. What do they have the thing so high for, anyhow? I must say I don"t like going up there at all. Ask him if he has ever known anyone to miss their footing? Well, tell him to keep a good grip on the ladder. Now then, one, two,--oh, this is--confound him! tell him to steady it--Great Scott! Landed!
"And now that I am up, tell me how in all creation I"m ever to get down again.
"Well, why don"t we start? That"s the worst of Europe, Peters--no push, no energy. Perfectly content to sit on a diligence and stagnate. Let me look at my watch. Eleven. Well, I"m not at all surprised. I wouldn"t be surprised at anything that might occur in this vicinity. I tell you, Peters, it will be a glad day for me when I set my foot down hard on a New York steamer pier once more. I can"t but feel--
"Ah, so we are to get under way at last! Lumbering old concern--eh, Peters? Great contrast to the automobile--Lee, as there may be some one speaking English within a mile of us, I would suggest that you lower your voice a trifle and give the other fellow a chance. What? I don"t catch what you say? Speaking to _me_? Who"s speaking to me? _You?_ Well, what do you want to say to me? I"m right here to be spoken to, and from the outlook I should fancy that I was going to be right here for an indefinite length of time. Well, what is it? The Brewers! Where? Ahead there? How do you know? Are you sure? What do you think, Peters? Yes, that"s them. Brewer seems to be underneath the machine. Well, what shall we do? Wave and holler? We can"t do anything else if we want to. But they are going to be a good deal surprised to see us perched aloft like this. Yes; there"s Mrs. Brewer sitting on the bank with McCarthy and the other man. I"d rather be the guests than the owner when it comes to an automobile any day.
"Well, why don"t you holler, Lee? That"s it--make a trumpet out of your hands and just give it to them. Gee! but they are surprised! Holler that we are going to Mme. Poulard Aine. I suppose that they"re going there, too, anyway; no one ever goes anywhere else. Dear me! but they"re happy to have that automobile. Lucky for them that they went on just when they did. There"s Brewer crawling out from under. Well, I can"t stay twisted any longer, so we"ll turn our eyes once more to the future.
"What"s that ant-hill out at sea? It isn"t the sea, though, is it? It"s land; gray sand, I vow. And so that is Mont-Saint-Michel? Curious. Used to be on land, eh, and then got to be on sea? It appears to me that we have quite a drive before us yet. Looks to me to be three or four miles.
What do you say, Peters? Of course I don"t know, how big the mont is, so I have nothing to judge the distance by; but I should say three miles at least.
"Stowell, I"ve heard that story you are telling ever since I was born; who ever told you that it was new ought to be shot. This tendency to tell old stories is a perfect vice with some people, Peters, and that brother of yours is forever doing it. I"ve heard him tell about calling the cabman a pig in France and asking him if he was engaged in Germany until I"m about to the end of my patience. Great Scott! how hot the sun is, and no matter how gaily we lumber along, the mont looks to be equally distant. What is this road we"re on, anyway? Seems to be a highway in the most literal sense of the word. Dike, eh? Built on purpose for tourists, I suppose--the American tourists before all, I"ll bet.
"Well, so that is the mont close to. Appears to just comfortably cover up the whole island. Curious collection of houses and staircases topped off by a church. However, my main care at this moment isn"t what we"ve come to see, but how in thunder we"re to get down to see it. Well, the people line up pretty thick, and they have the additional joy of knowing that every last one of us is a tourist. That"s one good thing about America, Peters, you can travel there without being a tourist. You pay a stiff price for very little, but that little"s good, and the game ends with it. Europe"s entirely different: what turns on the light over the wash-stand turns it off over the bed, and then, with all that, they mark light extra in the bill. There don"t seem to be any legitimate hotel comforts here: they"re all extra. I vow, I hate to take that hard-wood bolster out from under my head nights, for it"s the one thing I get for nothing in every hotel.
"Well, Yvonne, I think you"d better go down first. You go next, Stowell, and then you, Lee. You and I, Peters, will wait and take our time. I vow, I"m not very keen on this descent. Just hold my hat, will you? Here, you, down there, hold this ladder steady. Peters, I--where"s the next step? Peters, you--where"s the bottom? I vow I--
"Safe at last! quaint old place--old wall with a gate in it, eh!
Fishing-rods and oars all about; when does the tide come in? Faster than a horse can gallop, eh? Well, that must be sad for the horse. Anyhow, I didn"t ask how fast it came in; I asked when it would come in next.
Well, ask some one. An hour after we leave, eh? Interesting. But come on; let"s go up to Mme. Poulard Aine and eat the omelet, and then we can climb around some. You walk on, Yvonne, and order the luncheon, and Mr. Peters and I will come leisurely after. Yes, my niece is a pretty girl, Peters, but nothing but a child--nothing but a child. No more idea of worldliness than a cat has of a cactus; a great responsibility to travel with--a great responsibility. Between you and me, I used to suspect young Reynolds of paying her attention; but when he took another ship over, and then left Paris before we arrived, I saw my suspicions had been wrong. I said a thing or two about him to Yvonne, and she took it perfectly placidly, so then I saw that it was all off. I don"t like to run down a friend of yours, Peters,--and I suppose he must be a friend of yours or you wouldn"t have him along with you,--but you"re old enough to see that he hasn"t got the stuff in him to make any girl happy. He"s too--too--well, I can"t just express it, but I know that you understand. It takes peculiar attributes to make a woman happy. Now, take me for example. My wife and I were very happy; she always knew just what was expected of her, and she always did it. It followed naturally that--
"And so this is the famous omelet-place. Well, in we go. Quaint--very quaint. Look at the chickens turning on the spit and dripping in a trough. My, but they look good! Mme. Poulard herself, isn"t it? Good day, ma"am; bon jour--bon jour. Glory, what a smile, stereoscoped and illuminated! Makes me think of the china cat"s head that we used to put a candle inside of when I was a kid. Do we go upstairs? Eat up there, eh? Quaint--very quaint. Every fellow did what he pleased to these walls, evidently. Well, Peters, let"s sit down."
"And so we now set out to climb Mont-Saint-Michel. Picturesque flight of steps. No, I don"t mind climbing--good exercise. Curious little winding walk; old woman with baskets to sell. No, we don"t want any; go "way, go "way. Terrible nuisance such people. Here"s another with yellow flowers.
No, no, go "way, you--and another with matches. No, no, go "way. Well, that"s a pretty tall flight of steps, isn"t it, Peters? But I guess we can make it. Where"s Yvonne? Ahead, eh? Well, I presume those two fellows can look out for her. Curious about the Brewers not turning up; suppose he"s under the automobile yet? Wonder how Freeman is getting on in Vire. Let"s stop and look at the view. Fine view! As I was saying, Peters, it was too bad the way we broke up at Vire. I really felt mean over leaving as we did. What did you say? Nonsense; none of that, Peters, none of that. But I will say one thing for her: she certainly was a woman of great perception--always thoughtful for others. Did you notice how she used to push the ash-receiver toward me? It"s things like that that make a man comfortable. Astonishing that such a woman should never marry. Well, let"s go on. Not more than ninety more steps and two flower women to get over. Peters, have you observed how many stairs there are in Europe? It fairly bristles with them. We go pretty nearly stair-free with us, and over here it"s stairs from dawn till--