And so Miss Jelliffe turns out to be an exceedingly womanly young woman, which, after all, is the only kind we poor imperfect men are able to admire. When the chance came for her to show courage and sympathy she seized upon it instinctively. I am sure Dora would be ever so fond of her, and I wish that they could meet one another.
CHAPTER VIII
_From Miss Helen Jelliffe to Miss Jane Van Zandt_
_Dear Aunt Jennie_:
Harry Lawrence was telling me one day that the proper study of man is girl, and vice versa. It is his modification of the ancient and mossy saw.
Daddy is doing very well, and now that he is asleep through the hypnotic virtues of a best seller which I have read to him in large doses, I resume my correspondence with you, and, incidentally, my study of man. He is really very interesting, Aunt Jennie, with the tiniest bit of secretiveness as to his own purposes in life which, of course, makes one more curious about him. In a frock coat, with gardenia in his b.u.t.ton hole, he would make an ideal usher at a fashionable wedding. A few days ago, when we took that trip to Will"s Island, I observed that he has capable limbs, properly clean-cut features and a general appearance of energetic efficiency. There are scores just like him, that we meet on golf links and tennis courts, and, in spite of his rough garb, he really is a most presentable young man.
I received your letter yesterday, and of course my own Auntie Jennie could not have foreborne to say that there is no island so deserted that I would not find a nice young man in it. I consider this statement as merely displaying the most ordinary and even superficial acquaintance with the laws of gravitation.
By this time I am naturally entirely at home in the social circles of Sweetapple Cove. The ancient dames grin at me, most toothlessly and pleasantly, and since I recklessly distributed all my stock of Maillard"s among the urchins I have a large following among the juvenile population.
To guard against the impending famine I have obtained from St. John"s some most substantial and highly colored candies at very little a pound which are just now quite as popular to an undiscriminating taste. I wish I had not been so prodigal with the other ones.
I have foregathered with Mrs. Barnett a great deal and have simply fallen in love with her. Aunt Jennie, dear, she is a lady to her poor needle-p.r.i.c.ked fingers" ends. She is one of the numerous offspring of an English parson who was the seventh or eighth son of an inpecunious baronet, I believe. Her husband starved as a curate in the most genteel fashion, for some years, and suddenly announced that he was coming here.
We don"t know whether Ruth was quite so subservient after the wedding was over, for I understand that some brides change to some extent after marriage. Mrs. Barnett was a Ruth before and remained one ever since.
She quietly packed up her trunks and her infants and doubtless bought the tickets, as Mr. Barnett was probably writing a sermon or visiting old ladies up to the last moment. Then she found herself here and immediately made the best of it, and that best is a thing to marvel at. She is a beautiful, tired-looking thing in dreadful clothes who wears an aureola of hair that is a perfect wonder. Her back is beautifully straight and she is capable of a smile I wish I could imitate.
She has the softest, cultured, sweet, English accent, which came with a little quiver of her voice when she told of a little one who died here, before there was any doctor. The three that are left are to her as Cornelia"s jewels.
I would just give anything to bring her to New York, give her the run of the best _couturieres_ and show her to some of our diamonds-at-breakfast dowagers. As Harry would say, she would make them look like thirty cents.
They would perish with jealousy. She holds the savor and fragrance of centuries of refinement.
Yesterday I went to their little church. It was built by Mr. Barnett and the inhabitants, who cheerfully gave their labor. Every board of it represents untold begging and saving. It was a nice, simple, little service, in which the people were much interested and sang hymns with fervor and plenty of false notes. My voice is hardly worth the money that has been squandered upon it, but such as it is I began to sing also. To my intense dismay I was soon singing alone, for the rest of the congregation respectfully stopped. Mr. Barnett looked at me most benevolently over his spectacles, but this was hardly enough to subdue my sudden stage fright.
On the day before the nice little man called on us, soon after dinner, which here is a midday function. Before this particular feast I had apologized to Daddy for leaving him alone and going sailing for a few hours.
"That"s the worst of you women-folk," he rebuffed me. "Just because a fellow happens to be fond of you, you must pretend that you are entirely indispensable. I got on very nicely, thank you, and your absence had no deleterious influence upon my leg. There is some slight pain in it, whether you are here or not."
"I know that the charm of my conversation makes you forget it at times,"
I told him.
"I don"t deny the charm," said Daddy, who is the most scrupulously polite man, as you know, "but just now the delight of something to eat is what I"m hankering for."
"You are going to have Newfoundland turkey," I told him.
Daddy looked at me incredulously, and then his countenance fell.
"Don"t tell me you are referring to codfish," he said.
"That is the sad news," I told him. "It is going to be perfectly delicious, and you will have to wait a moment."
So I turned up my sleeves and armoured myself in a blue gingham ap.r.o.n before invading the realm of Susie Sweetapple, who only knows how to boil things, including the tea. Like a true artist I engaged in an improvisation. The only really bad thing about codfish, Aunt Jennie, is its intrusive quality when it is prepared by the hundreds and thousands of quintals. Otherwise, like eggs and potatoes, it is capable of a multiplicity of avatars. We brought the dish back in triumph.
"Here, at last, is some return for the money squandered upon my education," I announced. "Aren"t you glad I took a course in cookery?"
But Daddy refused to commit himself until after he had thoroughly sampled my effort.
"It is first rate," he said, "and you can take another course if you like."
"You know I brought the cookery book with me," I informed him, "but I"ve stopped using it. It tells one to take pinches of this, and pints of that, and cupfuls of other things that have never been heard of in Sweetapple Cove. It is dreadfully discouraging. I suggested roast beef to Susie, for to-night, and she stared at me and I laughed at my own folly.
There is just one recently imported cow in the place, and a small calf, and they"re alive, as are the goats. I can"t reconcile my mind to the idea of a live cow being beef, and the calf is a personal friend of mine."
"I have hitherto considered you as being somewhat ornamental," said Daddy. "Now that you are also proving useful I am deeming you a profitable investment."
So we had lunch together, for I can"t get used to the custom of calling it dinner.
"That was a splendid sail we had," I said. "The sea was perfectly delightful. And that poor man was so glad to be brought here. Dr. Grant is doing wonderful things."
"A smart chap," commented Daddy. "If he has to do this for a living I"m sorry for him, and if he isn"t compelled to he"s probably some sort of useful crank."
"At any rate Sweetapple Cove appreciates him," I said.
"I have no doubt he"s an angel with pin-feathers sprouting all over him,"
retorted Dad. "But it isn"t business, which I take the liberty of defining as the way of making the best of one"s opportunities instead of frittering them away. He has unquestionably done a few dozens of poor devils a lot of good, including myself. But he could find many more cripples in any big city, and a few of them might have bank accounts."
Just then we heard some one whistling. I was interested to note that the tune was from a fairly recent comic opera that can hardly have reached the general population of Sweetapple Cove.
"There is your crank," I said, rather viciously.
He knocked at the door and came in, breezily, as he generally does.
"I"ve got to be off," he announced. "I shall probably not return till to-morrow night, or perhaps the morning after. You are getting along very well, Mr. Jelliffe. Just let me have another look before I go away."
The inspection seemed to be entirely satisfactory.
"Well, I"ll run now," said Dr. Grant. "I"ll come and see you the moment I get back."
He hurried out again, and I saw him join Sammy and the Frenchman. I waved my hand at him as the boat was leaving the cove, but I suppose that he wasn"t looking for he made no answer, though Yves wigwagged with a flaming bandanna.
"Now wouldn"t that jar you?" said Daddy. "Wouldn"t it inculcate into you a chastened spirit? Doesn"t he consider me as an important patient? Just comes in and grins and runs away again, for a couple of days, as if I were not likely to need him at any moment. He"s the limit!"
"I don"t really think he is going away just for the fun of it," I objected.
At this moment Susie Sweetapple burst into the room like a Black Hand bomb. It is one of her little ways.
"Parson"s coming," she declared, breathlessly, and nodded her head violently to emphasize the importance of her statement.
"I suppose it is Mr. Barnett," I said. "They expected him back to-day. He has been away to a place they call Edward"s Bay."
"I presume it is," a.s.sented Daddy. "His arrival appears to cause the same sort of excitement on this population as the fire-engines produce among the juveniles of New York, judging from Susie"s display."