"She"ll have a boy next," Rose suggested.
Norma glanced at her polished finger-tip, adjusted the woolly tan bag she carried.
"She says never again!" she remarked, airily. Rose"s clear forehead clouded faintly, and Norma hastened to apologize. "Well, my dear, that"s what she _said_," she remarked, laughingly, with quick fingers on Rose"s hand.
"It"s sad that Mrs. Chris Liggett didn"t have just one, before her accident. It would make such a difference in her life," Rose mused, with her eyes fixed thoughtfully on Norma"s face. There was something about Norma to-day that she did not understand.
"Oh, it"s frightfully sad," Norma agreed, easily. And because she liked the mere sound of his name, she added: "Chris is fond of children, too!"
Then, with a sudden change of manner that even unsuspicious Rose thought odd, she said, gaily: "Isn"t Aunt Kate perfectly delicious about the nurse? I knew she would be. Of course, she does everything, and Miss Miller simply looks on."
"Well, almost," Rose said, with an affectionate laugh. "She didn"t want a nurse at all, but Harry and Wolf insisted. And then--night before last--when I was so ill, it almost made me laugh in spite of feeling so badly, to hear Mother with Miss Miller. "You"d better get out of here, my dear," I heard her say, "this is no place for a girl like you----""
Norma"s laugh rang out. But Rose noticed that her face sobered immediately almost into sadness, and that there was a bitter line about the lovely mouth, and a shadow of something like cynicism in her blue eyes.
"Norma," she ventured, suddenly storming the fortress, "what is it, darling? Something"s worrying you, Nono. Can"t you tell me?"
With the old nursery name Norma"s gallant look of amus.e.m.e.nt and rea.s.surance faltered. She looked suddenly down at the hand Rose was holding, and Rose saw the muscles of her throat contract, and that she was pressing her lips together to keep them from trembling.
A tear fell on the locked hands. Norma kept her eyes averted, shook her head.
"Is it a man, Nono?"
Norma looked up, dashed away the tears, and managed a rueful smile.
"Isn"t it always a man?" she asked, bravely.
Rose still looked at her anxiously, waiting for further light.
"But, dearest, surely he likes you?"
The other girl was silent, rubbing her thumb slowly to and fro across Rose"s thin hand.
"I don"t know," she answered, after a pause.
"But of course he does!" Rose said, confidently. "It"ll all come right.
There"s no reason why it shouldn"t!" And with all the interest of their old days of intimacy she asked eagerly: "Nono, is he handsome?"
"Oh, yes--tremendously."
"And the right age?"
Norma laughed, half protestant.
"Rose, aren"t you a little demon for the third degree!" But she liked it, in spite of the reluctance in her manner, and presently added: "I don"t think age matters, do you?"
"Not in the least," Rose agreed. "Norma, does Mrs. Melrose know?"
"Know what?" Norma parried.
"Know that--well, that you like him?"
Norma raised serious eyes, looked unsmilingly into Rose"s smiling face.
"n.o.body knows. It--it isn"t going right, Rose. I can"t tell you about all of it----" She paused.
"Well, I wouldn"t know the people if you did," Rose said, sensibly. And suddenly she added, timidly, "Norma, there isn"t another girl?"
"Well, yes, there is, in a way," Norma conceded, after thought.
"That he likes better?" Rose asked, quickly.
"No, I don"t think he likes her better!" Norma answered.
"Well, then----?" Rose summarized, triumphantly.
But there was no answering flash from Norma, who was looking down again, and who still wore a troubled expression, although, as Rose rejoiced to see, it was less bitter than it had been.
"Rose," she said, gravely, "if he was already bound in honour; if he was--promised, to her?"
Rose"s eyes expressed quick sympathy.
"Norma! You mean engaged? But then how did he ever come to care for you?" she followed it up anxiously.
"I don"t know!" Norma said, with a shrug.
"But, Nono, why do you think he _does_ like you? Has he said so?"
Norma had freed her hand, and pulled on her rough little cream-coloured gloves. Now she spread her five fingers, and looked at them with slightly raised brows and slightly compressed lips.
"No," she said, briefly and quietly.
Rose"s face was full of distress. Again she reached for Norma"s fingers.
"Dearest--I"m so sorry! But--but it doesn"t make you feel very badly, does it, Norma?"
Norma did not answer.
"Ah, it does!" Rose said, pitifully. "Are you so sure you care?"
At this Norma laughed, glanced for a moment into far s.p.a.ce, shook her head. And for a few minutes there was utter silence in the plain little bedroom. Then the baby began to fuss and grope, and to make little sneezing faces in his coc.o.o.n of blankets.
"Just one more word, dear," Rose said, later, when Aunt Kate had come flying in, and carried off the new treasure, and when Norma was standing before the mirror adjusting her wide-brimmed summer hat. "If he cares for you, it"s much, much better to make the change now, Norma, than to wait until it"s too late! No matter how hard, or how unpleasant it is----"
"I know," Norma agreed, quickly, painfully, stooping to kiss her. "We"ll be down next month, Rose, and then I"ll see you oftener!"
"When do you go?" Rose said, clinging to her hand.
"Go back to Newport? To-morrow. Or at least we get to Great Barrington to-morrow, and we may stay there with the Richies a few days. Aunt Marianna hates to make the trip in one day, so we stayed there last night. But she had to come down to sign some papers. Chris has been down all the week and he wired for her, so she and I drove down together."