There were moments when Billy became a little scornful of the pacifists, himself included, who preferred the easiest way.
Ordinarily the boy took his long tramps to and from camp alone, but on the day after his brief conversation with the two workmen, the men joined him at the close of the day, walking for a short distance one on either side. Billy felt absurdly proud, as if the men at last regarded him as one of them. They even spoke of labor unions in his presence and Billy was glad to announce that he approved of unions.
Afterwards, perhaps four or five days later, Billy did not return to the Sunrise camp, even at the comparatively late hour which had become his habit.
Mrs. Webster suffered a good deal of uneasiness. Billy explained that he had been compelled to go into the nearest town on important business, so she was not to worry. One could scarcely say beforehand what demands war work might make upon one"s time and strength.
Mrs. Webster steeled herself to bear the strain, even when Billy"s new pa.s.sion for helping to win the war kept him away from the Sunrise camp until nearly midnight for several nights in succession.
Just at this time she was extremely busy a.s.sisting with the preparation of the costumes for the Sunrise Camp Fire production of "As You Like It." In spite of the fact that Mrs. Burton had sent east for several trunks of costumes, there were many alterations to be made, and every member of the entire cast, maid and man, asked of Mrs. Webster either advice or aid, or both.
No matter how great her weariness, Mrs. Webster always remained awake until her son"s return, in order that she might know he was well and have him eat a carefully saved-over dinner.
Gently Billy endeavored to persuade his mother to give up this plan, insisting that he always had food in town. But although Mrs. Webster made no effort to interfere with his actions, on this one point she was adamant. She must be sure that her son was safely at camp in order to be able to sleep.
Realizing this to be true, for several nights Billy returned to camp at the usual time. Then a night arrived when he reached home even later than before.
It chanced that on this night, without Billy"s being aware of the fact, Mrs. Burton and her cast had been going through a dress rehearsal of their play.
When Billy finally reached camp, the Sunrise Hill tents were dark and still.
Yet to the left a camp fire was burning and a woman"s figure was seated near it.
A pang of remorse stirred Billy, in spite of his own weariness.
Coming forward with his arms outstretched, instead of his mother, he discovered Vera Lagerloff.
"Goodness, Vera, I never saw you look so wonderful!" Billy exclaimed, bowing with the air of a courtier and a grace which he knew well how to a.s.sume.
For Vera was wearing a court costume, a skirt of a deep rose-colored satin and a polonaise and basque of white with a design of roses.
Her dark hair was piled high on her head and her cheeks were slightly rouged, since every preparation for the actual stage performance had been made.
Billy had never seen Vera so handsome, nor dreamed it possible that she could ever look as she did tonight. But then Billy had thought little of Vera"s appearance, or of that of any other girl. He had simply cared for her with a curious boyish selfishness and affection. Unconsciously he always planned his future with Vera beside him to hear of his trials and conquests, but had never thought of how this could be managed.
Yet tonight Vera paid no attention to his unusual flattery.
Her expression suggested annoyance and reproach.
"Wait here, Billy, I"ll find you something to eat. I made your mother go to bed and she and Mrs. Burton agreed that I might wait for you."
But Billy would not let her go. "I"m not hungry, Vera. Besides you look like a queen, not a kitchen maid. What"s up? Fire away."
"That is what I wish to have you tell _me_," Vera returned, with the deep and abiding gentleness, which usually overcame Billy"s obstinacy where other people and other methods failed.
He laughed. "I thought as much. Nothing doing, Vera. I am not going to tell anybody anything. Yes, I know I promised not to get into mischief again, after that last escapade of mine. But what did it amount to, going to jail for a little while, it was merely an interesting experience!"
Billy took Vera"s hand in his own almost equally slender one, since Vera"s was the hand of a peasant ancestry and Billy"s the opposite.
"See here, dear, I am not sorry to have you and mother and Tante begin worrying about me, fearing I am going to do something foolish. You never seem to think me capable of anything else. But this time, between you and me, Vera, if I could tell you what is interesting me right now--and I confess it is not only my work at the war camp, although it has a close connection--well, I don"t believe you would consider me foolish."
"Then, why won"t you tell me what is interesting you, Billy? You know I don"t always think ideas are foolish, but oftentimes I don"t think your judgment wise. Besides, I am afraid something may happen to you!"
Billy shook his head, still holding her hand with boyish affection.
"These are war times, Vera. You and I used to disagree on the subject--one of the first questions we have ever seriously disagreed upon since we were little children. Anyhow, what I am interested in at present has something to do with the war. I cannot tell you details, as I must not confide in any one just now. Only promise me you"ll see that mother does not worry and that neither she nor Tante makes a scene to try to force me into giving up my present work. I should simply go on with it anyhow, Vera."
Vera sighed. The problem of Billy Webster had always been too much for other people. Was he in the future to become a problem too big for her?
CHAPTER XIV
The Night of the Play
During the weeks of rehearsal before the performance of "As You Like It," the Camp Fire girls and the young officers and soldiers from the National Guard camp had delightful opportunities for developing new friendships.
When the emotion which existed between Felipe Morris and Gerry Williams became more than an ordinary friendship, the chances for exchanging confidences were more frequent than one would readily guess.
Felipe possessed a talent for pursuing the ends he desired in a quiet, unostentatious fashion. There were moments when merely pa.s.sing by Gerry with other people near, he would whisper a few words which only she could hear. Then, when neither of them expected to be called for their share in a rehearsal, they used to slip away together to some secluded place for more intimate conversations.
The final rehearsals took place at the open-air theater near one of the most fashionable seaside resorts in southern California, and Felipe was familiar with the coast and the surrounding country.
There were no long, dull waits for them between the moments when they were actually upon the stage, no sense of fatigue and boredom of which the other amateur players occasionally complained.
Gerry appeared to be happy to listen and Felipe to talk to her indefinitely.
Of course the other actors were aware of Gerry"s and Felipe"s interest in each other and tried teasing them now and then, but since neither denied the fact, the effort lost its piquancy.
Nor were Mrs. Burton and Mrs. Webster entirely blind, although they did not accept the situation seriously. It was ridiculous to presume that every friendship between a girl and a man must be regarded with solemnity. Nevertheless it is more than possible that if Mrs. Burton had not been so absorbed in the coming performance she would have noticed some tell-tale circ.u.mstances. Her extreme preoccupation was her chief excuse.
She did mention to her sister several times that she never had seen Gerry look so pretty or appear as happy as she had for the past few weeks.
"Why, the child is like a field of wild flowers; her hair is the color of b.u.t.tercups, her eyes are cornflowers and her cheeks----"
But here Mrs. Burton"s flow of imagery had been stopped by Mrs.
Webster"s protest.
"Please don"t be so absurd, Polly. You know conversation of that character merely strikes me as foolish." So Mrs. Burton had laughed and the subject of Gerry was dismissed.
Gerry was becoming aware of a change in her own life, not in her mere appearance, but in a way far deeper. There were moments when she even hoped her own drab, lonely existence was past forever and that a life as radiant as these past weeks would endure. She tried not to hope too much from Felipe"s manner and the kind things he said to her now and then. Of course she was too young for him to think of seriously. Nevertheless Gerry could not refrain from occasionally seeing a happy image of herself at the old ranch with Felipe and his father!
In her dream the old house was not in its present dilapidated condition, but had been made beautiful and luxurious following the plans which Felipe had more than once confided to her.
For always he talked of beautifying his old home and of his music and travel and of other delightful things, but never of war, or self-sacrifice, or hard work.
Felipe had not been informed whether his claim for exemption from war service had been accepted, and yet he seemed to regard the matter as settled.