It was fully a quarter of an hour before Iris returned, her face red from scrubbing and still showing dark traces of the ink on chin and cheek. She wore a plain little frock of white dimity, and smiled as she resumed her seat at the table.
"Now, Aunt Ursula," she said, "if you"ve any more ink to spill, spill it on this dress, and not on one of my best ones."
"Fiddlestrings, Iris, I"ll give you a new dress--I"ll give you two. It was well worth it, to see you bite into that date! My! you looked so funny! And you look funny yet! There"s ink marks all over your face!"
Mrs. Pell shook with most irritating laughter, and Iris flushed with annoyance.
"I know it, auntie; but I couldn"t get them off."
"Never mind, it"ll wear off in a few days. And meantime, you can wrap it up in a blotter!"
Again the speaker chuckled heartily at her own wit, and the rector joined her, while Mrs. Bowen with difficulty achieved a smile.
She was sorry for Iris, for this sort of jesting offended the girl more than it would most people, and the kind-hearted woman knew it. But, afraid of her husband"s disapproval, she said nothing, and smiled, at his unspoken behest.
Nor was Iris herself entirely forgiving. One could easily see that her calmly pleasant expression covered a deeper feeling of resentment and exasperation. She had the appearance of having reached her limit, and though outwardly serene was indubitably angry.
Her pretty face, ludicrous because of the indelible smears of ink, was pale and strained, and her deep brown eyes smoldered with repressed rage. For Iris Clyde was far from meek. Her nature was, first of all, a just one, and, to a degree, retaliatory, even revengeful.
"Oh, I see your eyes snapping, Iris," exclaimed her aunt, delighted at the girl"s annoyance, "I"ll bet you"ll get even with me for this!"
"Indeed I will, Aunt Ursula," and Iris" lips set in a straight line of determination, which, in conjunction with the ink stains, sent Mrs.
Pell off into further peals of hilarity.
"Be careful, Iris," cautioned Mr. Bowen, himself wary, "if you get even with your aunt, she may leave the diamond pin to me instead of to you."
"Nixie," returned Iris saucily, "you"ve promised that particular diamond pin to me, haven"t you, Auntie?"
"I certainly have, Iris. However often I change my will, that pin is always designated as your inheritance."
"Where is it?" asked Mr. Bowen, curiously; "may I not see it?"
"It is in a box in my lawyer"s safe, at this moment," replied Mrs. Pell.
"Mr. Chapin has instructions to hand the box over to Iris after my departure from this life, which I suppose you"d like to expedite, eh, Iris?"
"Well, I wouldn"t go so far as to poison you," Iris smiled, "but I confess I felt almost murderous when I ran up to my room just now and looked in the mirror!"
"I don"t wonder!" exclaimed Mrs. Bowen, unable to stifle her feelings longer.
"Tut! tut!" cried the rector, "what talk for Christian people!"
"Oh, they don"t mean it," said Mrs. Pell, "you must take our chaff in good part, Mr. Bowen."
Dinner over, the Bowens almost immediately departed, and Iris, catching sight of her disfigured face in a mirror, turned angrily to her aunt.
"I won"t stand it!" she exclaimed. "This is the last time I shall let you serve me in this fashion. I"m going to New York to-morrow, and I hope I shall never see you again!"
"Now, dearie, don"t be too hard on your old auntie. It was only a joke, you know. I"ll get you another frock----"
"It isn"t only the frock, Aunt Ursula, it"s this horrid state of things generally. Why, I never dare pick up a thing, or touch a thing--without the chance of some fool stunt making trouble for me!"
"Now, now, I will try not to do it any more. But, don"t talk about going away. If you do, I"ll cut you out of my will entirely."
"I don"t care. That would be better than living in a trick house! Look at my face! It will be days before these stains wear off! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Aunt Ursula!"
The old lady looked roguishly penitent, like a naughty child.
"Oh, fiddle-de-dee, you can get them off with whatcha-call-it soap. But I hope you won"t! They make you look like a clown in a circus!"
Mrs. Pell"s laughter had that peculiarly irritating quality that belongs to practical jokers, and Iris" sensitive nature was stung to the core.
"Oh, I hate you," she cried, "you are a fiend in human shape!" and without another word she ran upstairs to her own room.
Ursula Pell looked a little chagrined, then burst into laughter at the remembrance of Iris" face as she denounced her, and then her expression suddenly changed to one of pain, and she walked slowly to her own sitting room, went in and closed the door behind her.
It was part of the Sunday afternoon routine that Mrs. Pell should go to this room directly after dinner, and it was understood that she was not to be disturbed unless callers came.
A little later, Polly was in the dining-room arranging the sideboard, when she heard Mrs. Pell"s voice. It was an agonized scream, not loud, but as one greatly frightened. The woman ran through the hall and living room to the closed door of the sitting room. Then she clearly heard her mistress calling for help.
But the door was locked on the inside, and Polly could not open it.
"Help! Thieves!" came in terrified accents, and then the voice died away to a troubled groaning; only to rise in a shrill shriek of "Help!
Quickly!" and then again the moans and sighs of one in agony.
Frantically Polly hurried to the kitchen and called her husband.
"One of her damfool jokes," muttered the old man, as he shuffled toward the door of the locked room. "She"s locked herself in, and she wants to get us all stirred up, thinkin" she"s been attacked by thugs, an" in a minute she"ll be laughin" at us."
"I don"t think so," said Polly, dubiously, for she well knew her mistress" ways, "them yells was too natural."
Old Purdy listened, his ear against the door. "I can hear her rustlin"
about a little," he said, "an"--there, that was a faint moan--mebbe she"s been took with a spell or suthin"."
"Let"s get the door open, anyway," begged Polly. "If it"s a joke, I"ll stand for it, but I"ll bet you something"s happened."
"What could happen, unless she"s had a stroke, an" if that"s it, she wouldn"t be a callin" out "Thieves!" Didn"t you say she said that?"
"Yes, as plain as day!"
"Then that proves she"s foolin" us! How could there be thieves in there, an" the door locked?"
"Well, get it open. I"m plumb scared," and Polly"s round face was pale with fright.
"But I can"t. Do you want me to break it in? We"d get what for in earnest if I done that!"
"Run around and look in the windows," suggested Polly, "and I"m going to call Miss Iris. I jest know something"s wrong, this time."
"What is it?" asked Iris, responding to the summons, "what was that noise I heard?"