The bugles were blowing for visitors to be away. Just one more hurried kiss and hasty clasp.
An overwhelming fright seized upon the girl as the mother went down the ship"s ladder into the small boat that put out so quickly for the sh.o.r.e.
Suppose she should fail them! After all she was _not_ so wise--and not so very pretty. And she had no experience--none!
The sun, dancing on the bright waves, hurt Maria Angelina"s eyes. She had to shut them, they watered so foolishly. And something in her young breast wanted to cry after that boat, "Take me back--take me back to my home," but something else in her forbade and would have died of shame before it uttered such weakness.
For poor Julietta, for dear anxious Mamma, she knew herself the only hope.
So steadily she waved her handkerchief long after she had lost the responding flutter from the boat.
She was not crying now. She felt exalted. She pressed closer to the rail and stared out very solemnly over the blue and gold bay to beautiful Naples. . . . Suddenly her heart quickened. Vesuvius was moving. The far-off sh.o.r.es of Italy were slipping by. Above her the black smoke that had been coming faster and faster from the great funnels streamed backward like long banners.
Maria Angelina was on her way.
CHAPTER II
UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY
With whatever emotion Jane Blair had received the startling demand upon her hospitality she rallied n.o.bly to the family call. She left her daughter in the Adirondacks where they were summering and descended upon her husband in his New York office to rout him out to meet the girl with her.
"An infernal shame--that"s what I call it!" Jim Blair grumbled, facing the steaming heat of the unholy customs shed. "It"s an outrage--an imposition----"
"Oh, not all that, Jim! Lucy--that"s the mother--and I used to visit like this when we were girls. It was done then," his wife replied with an air of equable amus.e.m.e.nt.
She added, "I rather think I did most of the visiting. I was awf"ly fond of Lucy."
"That"s different. You"ll have a total stranger on your hands. . . . Are you sure she speaks English?"
"Oh, dear yes, she speaks English--don"t you remember her in Rome? She was the littlest one. All the children speak English, Lucy wrote, except Francisco who is "very Italian," which means he is a fascinating spendthrift like the father, I suppose. . . . I imagine," said Mrs.
Blair, "that Lucy has not found life in a palace all a bed of roses."
"I remember the palace. . . . Warming pans!" said Mr. Blair grimly.
His ill-humor lasted until the first glimpse of Maria Angelina"s slender figure, and the first glance of Maria Angelina"s trustfully appealing eyes.
"Welcome to America," he said then very heartily, both his hands closing over the small fingers. "Welcome--_very_ welcome, my dear."
And though Maria Angelina never knew it and Cousin Jane Blair never told, that was Maria Angelina"s first American triumph.
Some nine hours afterwards a stoutish gentleman in gray and a thinnish lady in beige and a fragile looking girl in white wound their way from the outer to the inner circle of tables next the dancing floor of the Vandevoort.
The room was crowded with men in light serge and women in gay summer frocks; bright lights were shining under pink shades and sprays of pink flowers on every table were breathing a faint perfume into an air already impregnated with women"s scents and heavy with odors of rich food. Now and then a saltish breeze stole through the draped windows on the sound but was instantly scattered by the vigor of the hidden, whirling fans.
Behind palms an orchestra clashed out the latest Blues and in the cleared s.p.a.ce couples were speeding up and down to the syncopations, while between tables agile waiters balanced overloaded trays or whisked silver covers off scarlet lobsters or lit mysterious little lights below tiny bubbling caldrons.
Maria Angelina"s soft lips were parted with excitement and her dark eyes round with wondering. This, indeed, was a new world. . . .
It was gay--gayer than the Hotel Excelsior at Rome! It was a carnival of a dinner!
Ever since morning, when the cordiality of the new-found cousins had dissipated the first forlorn homesickness of arrival, she had been looking on at scenes that were like a film, ceaselessly unrolling.
After luncheon, Cousin Jim with impulsive hospitality had carried her off to see the Big Town--an expedition from which his wife relievedly withdrew--and he had whirled Maria Angelina about in motors, plunged her into roaring subways, whisked her up dizzying elevators and brought her out upon unbelievable heights, all the time expounding and explaining with that pa.s.sionate, possessive pride of the New Yorker by adoption, which left his young guest with the impression that he owned at least half the city and was personally responsible for the other half.
It had been very wonderful but Maria had expected New York to be wonderful. And she was not interested, save superficially, in cities.
Life was the stuff her dreams were made on, and life was unfolding vividly to her eager eyes at this gay dinner, promising her enchanted senses the incredible richness and excitement for which she had come.
And though she sat up very sedately, like a well-behaved child in the midst of blazing carnival, her glowing face, her breathless lips and wide, shining eyes revealed her innocent ardors and young expectancies.
She was very proud of herself, in the midst of all the prideful splendor, proud of her new, absurdly big white hat, of her new, absurdly small white shoes, and of her new, white mull frock, soft and clinging and exquisite with the patient embroidery of the needlewoman.
Its low cut neck left her throat bare and about her throat hung the string of white coral that her father had given her in parting--white coral, with a pale, pale pink suffusing it.
"Like a young girl"s dreams," Santonini had said. "Snowy white--with a blush stealing over them."
That was so like dear Papa! What dreams did he think his daughter was to have in this New World upon her golden quest? And yet, though Maria Angelina"s mocking little wit derided, her young heart believed somehow in the union of all the impossibilities. Dreams and blushes . . . and good fortune. . . .
Strange food was set before her; delicious jellied cold soups, and scarlet lobsters with giant claws; and Maria Angelina discovered that excitement had not dulled her appet.i.te.
The music sounded again and Cousin Jim asked her to dance. Shyly she protested that she did not know the American dances, and then, to her astonishment, he turned to his wife, and the two hurried out upon the floor, leaving her alone and unattended at that conspicuous table.
That was American freedom with a vengeance! She sat demurely, not daring to raise her lashes before the scrutiny she felt must be beating upon her, until her cousins returned, warm-faced and breathless.
"You"ll learn all this as soon as you get to the Lodge," Cousin Jim prophesied, in consolation.
Maria Angelina smiled absently, her big eyes brilliant. Unconsciously she was wondering what dancing could mean to these elders of hers. . . .
Dancing was the stir of youth . . . the carnival of the blood . . . the beat of expectancy and excitement. . . .
"Why, there"s Barry Elder!" Cousin Jane gave a quick cry of pleasure.
"Barry Elder?"
Cousin Jim turned to look, and Maria Angelina looked too, and saw a young man making his way to their table. He was a tall, thin, brown young man with close-cropped curly brown hair, and very bright, deep-set eyes. He was dressed immaculately in white with a gay tie of lavender.
"Barry? _You_ in town?" Cousin Jane greeted him with an exaggerated astonishment as he shook her hand.
Maria Angelina noted that he did not kiss it. She had read that this was not done openly in America but was a mark of especial tenderness.
"Why not?" he retorted promptly. "You seem to forget, dear lady, that I am again a wor-rking man, without whom the World"s Greatest Daily would lose half its circulation. Of course I"m here."
"I thought you might be taking a vacation--in York Harbor," she said, laughing.
"Oh, cat!" he derided. "Kitty, kitty, kitty."