Vivian began to smile. She knew this had been talked over, and given up on that account. She herself could have been easily disposed of, but Mrs. Lane chose to think her mother a lifelong charge.
"Act as if I was ninety!" the old lady burst forth again. "I"ll show "em!"
"I think you"re dead right, Mrs. Pettigrew," said Dr. Bellair. "Sixty isn"t anything. You ought to have twenty years of enjoyable life yet, before they call you "old"--maybe more."
Mrs. Pettigrew c.o.c.ked an eye at her. "My grandmother lived to be a hundred and four," said she, "and kept on working up to the last year.
I don"t know about enjoyin" life, but she was useful for pretty near a solid century. After she broke her hip the last time she sat still and sewed and knitted. After her eyes gave out she took to hooking rugs."
"I hope it will be forty years, Mrs. Pettigrew," said Sue, "and I"m real glad you"re coming. It"ll make it more like home."
Miss Elder was a little slow in accommodating herself to this new accession. She liked Mrs. Pettigrew very much--but--a grandmother thus airily at large seemed to unsettle the foundations of things. She was polite, even cordial, but evidently found it difficult to accept the facts.
"Besides," said Mrs. Pettigrew, "you may not get all those boarders at once and I"ll be one to count on. I stopped at the bank this morning and had "em arrange for my account out in Carston. They were some surprised, but there was no time to ask questions!" She relapsed into silence and gazed with keen interest at the whirling landscape.
Throughout the journey she proved the best of travelers; was never car-sick, slept well in the joggling berth, enjoyed the food, and continually astonished them by producing from her handbag the most diverse and unlooked for conveniences. An old-fashioned traveller had forgotten her watchkey--Grandma produced an automatic one warranted to fit anything. "Takes up mighty little room--and I thought maybe it would come in handy," she said.
She had a small bottle of liquid court-plaster, and plenty of the solid kind. She had a delectable lotion for the hands, a real treasure on the dusty journey; also a tiny corkscrew, a strong pair of "pinchers," sewing materials, playing cards, string, safety-pins, elastic bands, lime drops, stamped envelopes, smelling salts, troches, needles and thread.
"Did you bring a trunk, Grandma?" asked Vivian.
"Two," said Grandma, "excess baggage. All paid for and checked."
"How did you ever learn to arrange things so well?" Sue asked admiringly.
"Read about it," the old lady answered. "There"s no end of directions nowadays. I"ve been studying up."
She was so gleeful and triumphant, so variously useful, so steadily gay and stimulating, that they all grew to value her presence long before they reached Carston; but they had no conception of the ultimate effect of a resident grandmother in that new and bustling town.
To Vivian the journey was a daily and nightly revelation. She had read much but traveled very little, never at night. The spreading beauty of the land was to her a new stimulus; she watched by the hour the endless panorama fly past her window, its countless shades of green, the brown and red soil, the fleeting dashes of color where wild flowers gathered thickly. She was repeatedly impressed by seeing suddenly beside her the name of some town which had only existed in her mind as "capital city" a.s.sociated with "princ.i.p.al exports" and "bounded on the north."
At night, sleeping little, she would raise her curtain and look out, sideways, at the stars. Big shadowy trees ran by, steep cuttings rose like a wall of darkness, and the hilly curves of open country rose and fell against the sky line like a shaken carpet.
She faced the long, bright vistas of the car and studied people"s faces--such different people from any she had seen before. A heavy young man with small, light eyes, sat near by, and cast frequent glances at both the girls, going by their seat at intervals. Vivian considered this distinctly rude, and Sue did not like his looks, so he got nothing for his pains, yet even this added color to the day.
The strange, new sense of freedom grew in her heart, a feeling of lightness and hope and unfolding purpose.
There was continued discussion as to what the girls should do.
"We can be waitresses for Auntie till we get something else," Sue practically insisted. "The doctor says it will be hard to get good service and I"m sure the boarders would like us."
"You can both find work if you want it. What do you want to do, Vivian?" asked Dr. Bellair, not for the first time.
Vivian was still uncertain.
"I love children best," she said. "I could teach--but I haven"t a certificate. I"d _love_ a kindergarten; I"ve studied that--at home."
"Shouldn"t wonder if you could get up a kindergarten right off," the doctor a.s.sured her. "Meantime, as this kitten says, you could help Miss Elder out and turn an honest penny while you"re waiting."
"Wouldn"t it--interfere with my teaching later?" the girl inquired.
"Not a bit, not a bit. We"re not so foolish out here. We"ll fix you up all right in no time."
It was morning when they arrived at last and came out of the cindery, noisy crowded cars into the wide, clean, brilliant stillness of the high plateau. They drew deep breaths; the doctor squared her shoulders with a glad, homecoming smile. Vivian lifted her head and faced the new surroundings as an unknown world. Grandma gazed all ways, still cheerful, and their baggage accrued about them as a rampart.
A big bearded man, carelessly dressed, whirled up in a dusty runabout, and stepped out smiling. He seized Dr. Bellair by both hands, and shook them warmly.
"Thought I"d catch you, Johnny," he said. "Glad to see you back. If you"ve got the landlady, I"ve got the cook!"
"Here we are," said she. "Miss Orella Elder--Dr. Hale; Mrs.
Pettigrew, Miss Susie Elder, Miss Lane--Dr. Richard Hale."
He bowed deeply to Mrs. Pettigrew, shook hands with Miss Orella, and addressed himself to her, giving only a cold nod to the two girls, and quite turning away from them.
Susie, in quiet aside to Vivian, made unfavorable comment.
"This is your Western chivalry, is it?" she said. "Even Bainville does better than that."
"I don"t know why we should mind," Vivian answered. "It"s Dr.
Bellair"s friend; he don"t care anything about us."
But she was rather of Sue"s opinion.
The big man took Dr. Bellair in his car, and they followed in a station carriage, eagerly observing their new surroundings, and surprised, as most Easterners are, by the broad beauty of the streets and the modern conveniences everywhere--electric cars, electric lights, telephones, soda fountains, where they had rather expected to find tents and wigwams.
The house, when they were all safely within it, turned out to be "just like a real house," as Sue said; and proved even more attractive than the doctor had described it. It was a big, rambling thing, at home they would have called it a hotel, with its neat little sign, "The Cottonwoods," and Vivian finally concluded that it looked like a seaside boarding house, built for the purpose.
A broad piazza ran all across the front, the door opening into a big square hall, a sort of general sitting-room; on either side were four good rooms, opening on a transverse pa.s.sage. The long dining-room and kitchen were in the rear of the hall.
Dr. Bellair had two, her office fronting on the side street, with a bedroom behind it. They gave Mrs. Pettigrew the front corner room on that side and kept the one opening from the hall as their own parlor.
In the opposite wing was Miss Elder"s room next the hall, and the girls in the outer back corner, while the two front ones on that side were kept for the most impressive and high-priced boarders.
Mrs. Pettigrew regarded her apartments with suspicion as being too "easy."
"I don"t mind stairs," she said. "Dr. Bellair has to be next her office--but why do I have to be next Dr. Bellair?"
It was represented to her that she would be nearer to everything that went on and she agreed without more words.
Dr. Hale exhibited the house as if he owned it.
"The agent"s out of town," he said, "and we don"t need him anyway. He said he"d do anything you wanted, in reason."
Dr. Bellair watched with keen interest the effect of her somewhat daring description, as Miss Orella stepped from room to room examining everything with a careful eye, with an expression of growing generalship. Sue fluttered about delightedly, discovering advantages everywhere and making occasional disrespectful remarks to Vivian about Dr. Hale"s clothes.
"Looks as if he never saw a clothes brush!" she said. "A finger out on his glove, a b.u.t.ton off his coat. No need to tell us there"s no woman in his house!"
"You can decide about your cook when you"ve tried her," he said to Miss Elder. "I engaged her for a week--on trial. She"s in the kitchen now, and will have your dinner ready presently. I think you"ll like her, if----"
"Good boy!" said Dr. Bellair. "Sometimes you show as much sense as a woman--almost."