She talked it over with Mrs. Ashburner. "It will be the best thing for her."
Mrs. Ashburner was not sure. "I"ve drudged all my life and I hate to see her drudge."
"She won"t have it as hard as you have had it," Mary said. "d.i.c.k will always make a good income."
"She will have a harder time than you"ve had, Mary," said Mrs.
Ashburner, and her eyes swept the pretty room wistfully. "Many a time when I"ve been down in my steaming old kitchen I have thought of you up here in your blue coat and your pretty slippers, with your hair shining, and I"ve wished to heaven that I had never married."
"Things haven"t been easy for you," said Mary gently.
"They have been harder than nails, Mary. You"ve escaped all that."
"Yes." Mary"s eyes did not meet Mrs. Ashburner"s. "I have escaped--that."
Nannie and her mother slept in the back parlor of the boarding-house.
They had single beds and it was in the middle of the night that Mrs.
Ashburner said: "Are you awake, Nannie?"
"Yes, I am."
"Well, I can"t seem to get to sleep. Maybe it"s the coffee and maybe it"s because I have you on my mind. I keep thinking that I hate to have you get married, honey."
"Oh, mother, don"t you like d.i.c.k?"
"Yes. It ain"t that. But it"s nice for you in the office and you don"t have to slave."
Nannie sat up in bed, and the light from the street lamp shone in and showed her wide-eyed, with her hair in a red glory. "I shan"t slave,"
she said. "I told d.i.c.k."
"Men don"t know." Mrs. Ashburner spoke with a sort of weary bitterness.
"They"ll promise anything."
"And I am not going to be married in a hurry, mother. d.i.c.k"s got to wait for me if he wants me."
It sounded very worldly-minded and decisive and Mrs. Ashburner gained an envious comfort in her daughter"s declaration. She had never set herself against a man"s will in that way. Perhaps, after all, Nannie would make a success of marriage.
But Nannie was not so resolute as her words might have seemed to imply.
Long after her mother slept she lay awake in the dark and thought of d.i.c.k, of the break in his voice when he had made his plea, the light in his eyes when he had won a response, his flaming youth, his fine boy"s reverence for her own youth and innocence. It would be--rather wonderful, she whispered to her heart, and fell asleep, dreaming.
The next morning was very cold, and Nannie, coming early into Kingdon Knox"s office to take his letters, was in a glow after her walk through the snowy streets. Her cheeks were red, her eyes sparkled, and the ring on her finger sparkled.
Knox at once noticed the ring. "So that"s it," he said, and leaned back in his chair. "Let"s talk about it a little."
They talked about it more than a little, and the burden of Kingdon Knox"s argument was that it was a pity. She was too young and pretty to marry a poor man and live in a funny little flat and do her own work and spoil her nails with dishwashing. "Personally, I think it"s rather dreadful. A waste of you, if you want the truth."
Poor Nannie, listening, saw her castles falling. It would be rather dreadful--dishwashing and a gas stove and getting meals.
"He is awfully in love with me," she managed to say at last.
"And you?" He leaned forward a little. Nannie was aware of the feeling of excitement which he could always rouse in her. When he spoke like that she saw herself as something rather perfect and princesslike.
"Wait--for Prince Charming," he said.
Nannie was sure that when Prince Charming came he would be like Mr.
Knox; younger perhaps, but with that same lovely manner.
"Of course," Mr. Knox said gently, "I suppose I ought not to advise, but if I were you"--he touched the sparkling ring--"I should give it back to him."
So after several absorbing talks with her employer on the subject, Nannie gave the ring back, and when poor d.i.c.k pa.s.sed his friend the policeman on his way home he stopped and told his story.
"They are all like that," Tommy said, "but if I were you I wouldn"t take "no" for an answer."
d.i.c.k brightened. "Wouldn"t you?"
"Not if I had to carry her off under my arm," said Tommy between his teeth.
"But I can"t carry her off, Tommy--and she won"t go."
"She"ll go if you ain"t afraid of her," Tommy told him with solemn emphasis. "I was afraid."
They were under the street lamp, and d.i.c.k stared at him in astonishment.
"I didn"t know you were afraid of anything."
"I didn"t know it either," was Tommy"s grim response, "until I met her.
But I"ve known it ever since."
"Well, it"s hard luck."
"It is hardest at Christmas time," said Tommy, "and my beat ain"t the best one to make me cheerful. There are too many stores. And dolls in the windows. And drums. And horns. And Santa Claus handing out things to kids. And I"ve got to see it, with money just burning in my pocket to buy things and to have a tree of my own and a turkey in my oven and a table with some one who cares at the other end. And all I"ll get out of the merry season is a table d"hote at Nitti"s and a box of cigars from the boys."
"Ain"t women the limit, Tommy?"
"Well"--Tommy"s tone held a note of forced cheerfulness--"that little redhead must have had some reason for not wanting you, d.i.c.k. Maybe we men ain"t worth it."
"Worth what?"
"Marrying. A woman"s got a square deal coming to her, and she doesn"t always get it."
"She"d get it with you, and she"d get it with me; you know that, Tommy."
"She might," said Tommy pessimistically, "if the good Lord helped us."
Nannie on the day after her break with d.i.c.k was blushingly aware of the bareness of her third finger as she took Kingdon Knox"s dictation. When he had finished his letters, Knox smiled at her. "So you gave it back,"
he said.
"Yes."
"Good little girl. You"ll find something much better if you wait. And I don"t want you wasted." He opened a drawer and took out a long box. He opened it and lifted a string of beads. They were of carved ivory, and matched the cream of Nannie"s complexion. They were strung strongly on a thick thread of scarlet silk, and there was a scarlet ta.s.sel at the end.