"Miss h.e.l.l-e-en! Miss h.e.l.l-e-en! Yo" popovers is done popped over!"
came in a wailing shriek from the kitchen.
Helen went so fast her pink bungalow ap.r.o.n looked like a rosy streak.
Dr. Wright, fearing some dire calamity had befallen someone and his "first aid to the injured" might be in demand, ran after her. The popovers had popped just right, however, but must be devoured immediately; so luncheon was served as quickly as possible.
"Bring those two chairs from the kitchen, Chloe," commanded Douglas as she deftly rearranged the table for ten persons instead of eight.
"Now, Miss Douglas, don"t you know "bout dem cheers in de kitchen? Th"
ain"t got no mo" seat to "em dan a rabbit."
"Bring them anyhow," laughed Douglas. "I can sit in one and Miss Helen in the other."
In the confusion of placing family and guests, Douglas forgot all about the bottomless chairs. After everyone was seated she suddenly remembered them with horror.
"Suppose the count got one of them!" It made very little difference about anyone else. But the count! All of that charm and elegance in a chair with no seat!
As soon as grace was said, Bobby, with a shriek of delight, suddenly collapsed and disappeared.
"One chair accounted for!" thought Douglas.
Bobby"s heels were sticking up and he peered saucily through his feet at the astonished company.
"I done got a Goldilocks" cheer," he announced. ""An" Goldilocks sat, an" sat, an" sat, an" sat "til she sat the bottom out of the little bar"s cheer.""
"Bobby, take your seat!" commanded Mr. Carter, trying to look stern.
"I done took it!"
"Get up!"
Easier said than done! Bobby was fast stuck, "I reckon my "ployer"ll have to op"rate on me," he said plaintively, ""fo" I kin eat."
There was a roar of laughter at this and Dr. Wright, who was sitting between Helen and Bobby, extricated the youngster and then changed chairs with him, whereupon they proceeded to the business of eating popovers and creamed mushrooms and the other good things that Helen had planned for the repast.
Douglas then laughingly told of their predicament in having only eight whole straight chairs in the house and of her intention of sitting on one of the decrepit ones herself and of having Helen sit on the other.
"It is rather like playing "Thimble, thimble! Who"s got the thimble?""
she laughed. "I hope whoever has it is comfortable."
"Don"t all speak at once!" said Lucy. "Of course some of the company"s got it, because home folks would put you out of misery at once."
Still silence and Douglas was mortally certain the count had it and was too polite to say so.
"He certainly has beautiful manners," she said to herself, and turning from Lewis, who was endeavoring to monopolize her, she smiled her sweetest on the courteous foreigner. She felt she must make up to him anyhow for telling him his moustache turned up like the Kaiser"s.
"Isn"t it strange, Cousin Robert," said Lewis to Mr. Carter, "I wrote Douglas I was coming and she never got my letter?"
The count"s manner was a little distrait. Evidently he was trying to hear what Douglas was saying and to listen to the conversation between Lewis and Mr. Carter at the same time.
"Is that so? I am afraid our postman is careless. He seems to get the mail mixed sometimes. Every now and then our letters get left at Grantly."
"But the ladies up there would send them down, I am sure," said Mrs.
Carter.
"You got my telephone message all right, didn"t you?" Dr. Wright asked Douglas.
"What message?"
"Why, I telephoned Grantly I would be out today!"
"No, they did not deliver it."
"Perhaps they will send the letter with the message," suggested the count in an amused tone.
Just then Chloe fell down the steps into the dining-room with a plate of hot popovers, which she adroitly caught before they reached the floor.
"Miss Ellanlouise done sent Sis Tempy down with the news that you alls is gonter hab some comply. They done dis"greed whether they is a-comin"
yesterday or tomorrow."
"Who is it coming?" laughed Helen.
"They done "sputed whether it is a doctor or a lywer, an" they ain"t able t" agree what his name is, but Miss Ella thinks it is St.i.tes an"
Miss Louise she holds that it is Bright. Both on "em was a-tryin" ter listen at the "phome ter onct so they done got kinder twis"ed like."
"When was the message sent?" asked Douglas.
"Sis Tempy said Miss Ella said it come of a Chuseday an" Miss Louise called her back an" tol" her not ter pay no "tention ter Miss Ella, that she knows it come of a Thursday."
"Why, that must be my message I sent on Wednesday!" exclaimed Dr.
Wright. "I am either Lawyer St.i.tes or Dr. Bright."
"Of course!" and everyone laughed heartily over the mistake of the peculiar old sisters.
"Well, it doesn"t make any real difference since you are here, does it?"
asked Helen.
"Not a bit! Being here is what is important to me. Does it make any difference to you?"
Dr. Wright was able to say this in a whisper to Helen. It seemed very difficult for him to have many words in private with this girl, who seemed to him to become more charming every day. Certainly adversity had improved her in his eyes. The character and determination she had shown when once the gravity of her father"s condition had been explained to her were really remarkable in one so young, and one who had up to that time never done a single thing she had not wanted to do. Tete-a-tetes with Helen were made difficult for him by reason of his popularity with the whole Carter family. Mr. Carter had various questions to discuss with him; Mrs. Carter must always tell him her symptoms; Douglas wanted his advice about many things; Nan found him very sympathetic and always had something to confide in him; Lucy, realizing that Helen no longer looked upon him as an enemy to the family, had come over to his camp and now considered him her company just as much as anybody"s and demanded his attention accordingly. Of course Bobby knew he belonged exclusively to him. Was he not his "ployer?
"Does it make any difference to you?" he repeated.
Helen was on the point of answering him very kindly when Count de Lestis leaned over and engaged her attention.
"Miss Helen, do not forget the promise you made me to come to Weston some morning with your father. There are many things I want to show you. I want your advice, too, about some pantry arrangements I am contemplating. What does mere man know of pantry shelves?"
"Oh, I"d love to come!" exclaimed Helen, and the kind answer she was preparing to give Dr. Wright never was spoken.
That young physician looked at the Hungarian count as though he would cheerfully throttle him. Helen"s advice about pantry shelves, indeed!