"Not till we came."
"It must have been quite a surprise. By Jove, the old fox! I suppose he hadn"t got the shadow of a right, then, to let the boat to me?"
"My gracious!" breathed Phyllis, and shut up the drawer of shirts with a snap. I don"t know what she did with the blue silk object, except that it suddenly and mysteriously disappeared from the floor. Perhaps she stood on it.
"What an awful thing," said I. "You"re sure you"re not in the wrong boat? You"re sure he didn"t let you some other one?"
"Sure. There is no other one in Holland exactly like this. I"ve been on board nearly every day for a week, ever since I began to----"
"Since you began----"
"To have her done up. Nothing to speak of, you know; but she"s been lying here all winter, and--er--I had a fancy to clean house----"
"Then--all these things are--yours?"
"Some of the things----"
"The Dutch clock, the deck-chairs, the silk cushions, the curtains, and decorations in the cabin----"
"I"m afraid you think I"m an awful meddler; but, you see, I didn"t know.
Paasma told me he had a right to let the boat, and that I could do her up as much as I liked."
"The old wretch!" I gasped. "And you walk on board to find two strange girls rummaging among your--your----" Then I couldn"t help laughing when I remembered how Phil had suggested our keeping those things for souvenirs.
"I thought I must be having a dream--a beautiful dream."
I ignored the implied compliment. "What are we going to do about it?" I asked. "It _is_ our boat. There"s no doubt about that. But with these things of yours--do you want to go to law, or--or--anything?"
"Good heavens, no! I----"
"I"ll tell you what we"ll do," said I. "Let"s get the caretaker here, and have it out with him. Perhaps he has an explanation."
"He"s certain to have--several. Shall I go and fetch him?"
"Please do," urged Phil, speaking for the first time, and looking adorably pink.
The young man vanished, and we heard him running up the steep companion (if that"s the right word for it) two steps at a time.
Phil and I stared at each other. "I knew something awful would happen,"
said she. "This is a judgment."
"He"s too nice looking to be a judgment," said I. "I like his taste in everything--including shirts, don"t you?"
"Don"t speak of them," commanded Phil.
We shut the drawers tightly, and going into the other cabin, did the same there.
"Anyhow, I saw "C. n.o.ble" on the sheets and blankets," I said thankfully. "There are some things that belong to us."
"It will end in our going home at once, I suppose," said Phil.
"However else it ends, it won"t end like that, I promise you," I a.s.sured her. "I must have justice."
"But he must have his things. Oh, Nell, have you really got relatives in Rotterdam, or did you make that up to frighten the caretaker?"
"No; they exist. I never spoke of them to you, because I never thought of them until we were coming here, and then I was afraid if I did you"d think it the proper thing to implore the females--if any--to chaperon us. Besides, relations so often turn out bores. All I know about mine is, that mother told me father had relations in Holland--in Rotterdam.
And if she and I hadn"t stopped in England to take care of you and your father, perhaps we should have come here and met them long ago."
"Well, do let"s look them up and get them to help. I won"t say a word about chaperons."
"Perhaps it would be a good thing. That wicked old caretaker seemed to be struck with respectful awe by the name of Van Buren."
"I never knew before that you were partly Dutch."
"You did. I"ve often boasted of my Knickerbocker blood."
"Yes. But----"
"Didn"t you know it was the same thing? Where"s your knowledge of history?"
"I never had much time to study _American_ history. There was such a lot that came before," said Phil, mildly; but the blood sprang to her cheeks at the sound of a step on the stairs. Our rival for possession of the boat had come back alone.
"That old rascal has, with extraordinary suddenness and opportuneness, forgotten every word of English," he announced, "and pretends not to understand German. I can"t speak Dutch; can you?"
"No," said I. "Not a syllable. But he spoke English quite respectably an hour ago."
"That was before he was found out. He can now do nothing but shake his head and say "_niets verstaen_," or something that sounds like that. I thought of killing him, but concluded it would be better to wait until I"d asked you how you"d like it done."
"It ought to be something lingering," said I. "We"ll talk it over. But first, perhaps, we"d better decide what"s to be done with _ourselves_.
You see, we"ve come to Holland to have a cruise on our new boat; otherwise, if you liked, _we_, as the real owners, might let her to you, and all would be well. Still, it does seem a shame that you should be disappointed when you took "Lorelei" in good faith, and made her so pretty. Of course, you must let us know what you"ve paid----"
"A few gulden," said the young man, evasively.
"Never mind. You must tell how many. Unfortunately that won"t mend your disappointment. But--what can we do?"
"I suppose there isn"t the slightest hope that you could--er--take me as a pa.s.senger?"
"Oh, we couldn"t possibly do that," hastily exclaimed Phil. "We"re alone. Though my stepsister, Miss Van Buren, has cousins in Rotterdam, we"ve come from England without a chaperon, and--for the present----"
The young man"s eyes were more brilliant than ever, though the rest of his face looked sad.
"Oh, don"t say any more," he implored. "I see how it is. I oughtn"t to have made such a suggestion. My only excuse is, I was thinking--of my poor aunt. She"ll be horribly disappointed. I care most for her, and what she"ll feel at giving up the cruise."
"Oh, was your aunt coming?" I asked.
"Yes, my Scotch aunt. Such a charming woman. I"m an American, you know.
Clever of me to have a Scotch aunt, but I have. I"ve been visiting her lately, near Edinburgh. You would like Lady MacNairne, I think."
Phil"s face changed. She is the last girl in the world to be a sn.o.b; but hearing that this young man had a Scotch aunt, with a t.i.tle, was almost as good as a proper introduction. And there really is something singularly winning about my countryman. I suppose it is that he has "a way with him," as the Irish say. Besides, it seemed nice of so young a man to care so much about a mere aunt. Many young men despise aunts as companions; but evidently he isn"t one of those, as he beautified "Lorelei" simply to give his aunt pleasure.