"May I come in?"
"You"d better take your bath and get downstairs."
This reminded her that she was hungry. She gathered her underclothes together, and with the bundle in her arms darted across the hall into the bathroom. The cold water acted as champagne promises to act but doesn"t. She felt giddy with health and happiness. And the bright sun was flooding the bathroom, and the odors from the big bed of hyacinths in the side lawn scented the warm breeze from the open window. When she dashed back to her room she was singing, and her singing voice was as charming as her speaking voice promised. A few minutes and her hair had gone up in careless grace and she was clad in a fresh dress of tan linen, full in the blouse. This, with her tan stockings and tan slippers and the radiant youth of her face, gave her a look of utter cleanness and freshness that was exceedingly good to see.
"I"m ready," she called.
There was no answer; doubtless Ruth had already descended. She rushed downstairs and into the dining-room. No one was at the little table set in one of the windows in readiness for the late breakfasters.
Molly came, bringing cocoa, a cereal, hot biscuit and crab-apple preserves, all attractively arranged on a large tray.
"I didn"t bring much, Miss Susie," she apologized. "It"s so late, and I don"t want you to spoil your dinner. We"re going to have the grandest chicken that ever came out of an egg."
Susan surveyed the tray with delighted eyes. "That"s plenty," she said, "if you don"t talk too much about the chicken. Where"s Ruth?"
"She ain"t coming down. She"s got a headache. It was that salad for supper over to Sinclairs" last night. Salad ain"t fit for a dog to eat, nohow--that"s _my_ opinion. And at night--it"s sure to bust your face out or give you the headache or both."
Susan ate with her usual enthusiasm, thinking the while of Sam and wondering how she could contrive to see him. She remembered her promise to her uncle. She had not eaten nearly so much as she wanted. But up she sprang and in fifteen minutes was on her way to the store. She had seen neither Ruth nor her aunt.
"_He_"ll be waiting for me to pa.s.s," she thought. And she was not disappointed. There he stood, at the footpath gate into his father"s place. He had arrayed himself in a blue and white flannel suit, white hat and shoes; a big expensive-looking cigarette adorned his lips. The Martins, the Delevans, the Castles and the Bowens, neighbors across the way, were watching him admiringly through the meshes of lace window curtains. She expected that he would come forward eagerly. Instead, he continued to lean indolently on the gate, as if unaware of her approach. And when she was close at hand, his bow and smile were, so it seemed to her, almost coldly polite. Into her eyes came a confused, hurt expression.
"Susie--sweetheart," he said, the voice in as astonishing contrast as the words to his air of friendly indifference.
"They"re watching us from the windows all around here."
"Oh--yes," a.s.sented she, as if she understood. But she didn"t.
In Sutherland the young people were not so mindful of gossip, which it was impossible to escape, anyhow. Still--off there in the East, no doubt, they had more refined ways; without a doubt, whatever Sam did was the correct thing.
"Do you still care as you did last night?" he asked. The effect of his words upon her was so obvious that he glanced nervously round. It was delightful to be able to evoke a love like this; but he did wish others weren"t looking.
"I"m going to Uncle"s store," she said. "I"m late."
"I"ll walk part of the way with you," he volunteered, and they started on. "That--that kiss," he stammered. "I can feel it yet."
She blushed deeply, happily. Her beauty made him tingle. "So can I," she said.
They walked in silence several squares. "When will I see you again?" he asked. "Tonight?"
"Yes--do come down. But--Ruth"ll be there. I believe Artie Sinclair"s coming."
"Oh, that counter-jumper?"
She looked at him in surprise. "He"s an awfully nice fellow,"
said she. "About the nicest in town."
"Of course," replied Sam elaborately. "I beg your pardon. They think differently about those things in the East."
"What thing?"
"No matter."
Sam, whose secret dream was to marry some fashionable Eastern woman and cut a dash in Fifth Avenue life, had no intention of explaining what was what to one who would not understand, would not approve, and would be made auspicious of him. "I suppose Ruth and Sinclair"ll pair off and give us a chance."
"You"ll come?"
"Right after din--supper, I mean. In the East we have dinner in the evening."
"Isn"t that queer!" exclaimed Susan. But she was thinking of the joys in store for her at the close of the day.
"I must go back now," said Sam. Far up the street he saw his sister"s pony cart coming.
"You might as well walk to the store." It seemed to her that they both had ever so much to say to each other, and had said nothing.
"No. I can"t go any further. Good-by--that is, till tonight."
He was red and stammering. As they shook hands emotion made them speechless. He stumbled awkwardly as he turned to leave, became still more hotly self-conscious when he saw the grin on the faces of the group of loungers at a packing case near the curb.
Susan did not see the loafers, did not see anything distinctly.
Her feet sought the uneven brick sidewalk uncertainly, and the blood was pouring into her cheeks, was steaming in her brain, making a red mist before her eyes. She was glad he had left her.
The joy of being with him was so keen that it was pain. Now she could breathe freely and could dream--dream--dream. She made blunder after blunder in working over the accounts with her uncle, and he began to tease her.
"You sure are in love, Brownie," declared he.
Her painful but happy blush delighted him.
"Tell me all about it?"
She shook her head, bending it low to hide her color.
"No?. . . Sometime?"
She nodded. She was glancing shyly and merrily at him now.
"Well, some hold that first love"s best. Maybe so. But it seems to me any time"s good enough. Still--the first time"s mighty fine eh?" He sighed. "My, but it"s good to be young!" And he patted her thick wavy hair.
It did not leak out until supper that Sam was coming. Warham said to Susan, "While Ruth"s looking out for Artie, you and I"ll have a game or so of chess, Brownie." Susan colored violently.
"What?" laughed Warham. "Are _you_ going to have a beau too?"
Susan felt two pairs of feminine eyes pounce--hostile eyes, savagely curious. She paled with fright as queer, as unprecedented, as those hostile glances. It seemed to her that she had done or was about to do something criminal. She could not speak.
An awful silence, then her aunt--she no longer seemed her loving aunt--asked in an ominous voice: "Is someone coming to see you, Susan?"
"Sam Wright"--stammered Susan--"I saw him this morning--he was at their gate--and he said--I think he"s coming."
A dead silence--Warham silent because he was eating, but the two others not for that reason.
Susan felt horribly guilty, and for no reason. "I"d have spoken of it before," she said, "but there didn"t seem to be any chance." She had the instinct of fine shy nature to veil the soul; she found it hard to speak of anything as sacred as this love of hers and whatever related to it.
"I can"t allow this, Susie," said her aunt, with lips tightly drawn against the teeth. "You are too young."
"Oh, come now, mother," cried Warham, good-humoredly. "That"s foolishness. Let the young folks have a good time. You didn"t think you were too young at Susie"s age."