But Elizabeth would not be pinned down to details. "I will decide that when I get started."
"I believe," Blair meditated, "I will run away."
"I"ll tell you what let"s do," Elizabeth said, and paused to pick up her right ankle and hop an ecstatic yard or two on one foot; "I tell you what let"s do: let"s all run away, _and get married!_"
The other three stared at her dumfounded. Elizabeth, whirling about on her toes, dropped down on all--fours to turn a somersault of joy; when she was on her feet she said, "Oh, _let"s_ get married!" But it took Blair, who always found it difficult to make up his mind, a few moments to accept the project.
They had planned to devote that afternoon to playing bury-you- alive under the yellow sofa in Mrs. Richie"s parlor, but this idea of Elizabeth"s made it necessary to hide in the "cave"--a shadowy spot behind the palmtub in the greenhouse--for reflection. Once settled there, jostling one another like young pigeons, it was David who, as usual, made the practical objections:
"We haven"t any money."
"I suppose we could get all the money we want out of my mother"s cash-box," Blair admitted, wavering.
"That"s stealing," Elizabeth said.
"You can"t steal from your mother," Nannie defended her brother.
"I"ll marry you, Elizabeth," Blair said, with sudden enthusiastic decision.
But David demurred: "I think _I"d_ like Elizabeth. I"m not sure I want to marry Nannie."
"You said Nannie"s hair was the longest, only yesterday!" Blair said, angrily.
"But I like Elizabeth"s color of hair. Nannie, do you think I"d like you to marry best, or Elizabeth?"
"I don"t believe the color of hair makes any difference in being married," Nannie said, kindly. "And anyway, you"ll have to marry me, David, "cause Blair can"t. He"s my brother."
"He"s only your half-brother," David pointed out.
"You can have Nannie," said Blair, "or you can stay out of the play."
"Well, I"ll marry Nannie," David said, sadly; and Blair proceeded to elaborate the scheme. It was very simple: the money in Mrs.
Maitland"s cash-box would pay their fare to--"Oh, anywhere,"
Blair said, then hesitated: "The only thing is, how"ll we get it?"
"I"ll get it for you," Nannie said, shuddering.
"Wouldn"t you be scared?" Blair asked doubtfully. Everybody knew poor Nannie was a "fraid-cat.
"Little people," somebody called from the parlor, "what are you chattering about?"
The children looked at one another in a panic, but Blair called back courageously, "Oh, nothing."
"Perhaps," said Mrs. Richie, smiling at Mr. Robert Ferguson, who had dropped in to find Elizabeth--"perhaps you didn"t know that my conservatory was a Pirates" Cave?"
There was a sort of hesitant intimacy now between these two people, but it had never got so far as friendship. Mrs. Richie"s retreating shyness was courteous, but never cordial; Robert Ferguson"s somber egotism was kind, but never generous. Yet, owing no doubt to their two children, and to the fact that Mr.
Ferguson was continually bringing things over from his garden borders, to transplant into hers--it improves the property, he told her briefly--owing to the children and the flowers, the landlord and the tenant saw each other rather frequently. On this especial afternoon, though Mr. Ferguson had found Elizabeth, he still lingered, perhaps to tell the story of some extraordinary thing Mrs. Maitland had done that day at the Works. "She"s been the only man in the family since old John died," he ended; "and, judging from Blair, I guess she"ll continue to be."
"She is wonderful!" Mrs. Richie agreed; "but she"s lovable, too, which is more important."
"I should as soon say a locomotive was lovable," he said; "not that that"s against her. Quite the contrary."
The pretty woman on the yellow damask sofa by the fireside flushed with offense. The fact was, this dry, dogmatic man, old at thirty-six, lean, and in a time of beards clean-shaven, with gray hair that stood fiercely up from a deeply furrowed brow, and kind, unhappy eyes blinking behind the magnifying lenses of his gold-rimmed gla.s.ses, this really friendly neighbor, was always offending her--though he was rather nice about inside repairs.
"Why do I endure him?" Mrs. Richie said to herself sometimes.
Perhaps it was because, in spite of his manners, and his sneer that the world was a mighty mean place to live in, and his joyless way of doing his duty to his little niece, he certainly did see how good and sweet her David was. She reminded herself of this to check her offense at his snub about Mrs. Maitland; and all the while the good, sweet David was plotting behind the green tub of the palm-tree in the conservatory. But when Mr. Ferguson called to Elizabeth to come home with him, and then bent over and fussed about the b.u.t.tons on her jacket, and said, anxiously, "Are you warm enough, p.u.s.s.y?" Mrs. Richie said to herself: "He _is_ good! It"s only his manners that are bad."
Robert Ferguson went out into the brown November dusk with his little girl clinging to his hand, for so he understood his duty to his niece; and on their own doorstep Elizabeth asked a question:
"Uncle, if you get married, do you have to stay married?"
He looked down at her with a start. "_What?_" he said.
"If you don"t like being married, do you have to stay?"
"Don"t ask foolish questions!" he said; "of course you have to."
Elizabeth sighed. As for her uncle, he was disturbed to the point of irritation. He dropped her hand with a gesture almost of disgust, and the lines in his forehead deepened into painful folds. After supper he called Elizabeth"s governess into the library, and shut the door.
"Miss White," he said, knocking his gla.s.ses off, "Elizabeth is getting to be a big girl; will you kindly make a point of teaching her--things?"
"I will do so immejetly, sir," said Miss White. "What things?"
"Why," said Robert Ferguson, helplessly, "why--general morals."
He put his gla.s.ses on carefully, with both hands. "Elizabeth asked me a very improper question; she asked me about divorce, and--"
"_Divorce_!" exclaimed Miss White, astounded; "I have been at my post for eight years, sir, and I am positive that that word has never been used in Elizabeth"s presence!"
He did not explain. "Teach her," he said, harshly, "that a woman has got to behave herself."
Blair having once decided upon it, clung to his purpose of running away, with a persistency which was his mother"s large determination in little; but the double elopement was delayed for two days because of the difficulty of securing the necessary funds. The dining-room, where Mrs. Maitland "kept all her money,"
was rarely entirely deserted. In those brief intervals when the two clerks were not on hand, Harris seemed to be possessed of a clean devil, and spent an unusual amount of time "redding up"; or when Harris was in the kitchen, and Blair, dragging the reluctant Nannie, had peered into the room, he had been confronted by his mother. She never saw him--sometimes she was writing; sometimes talking to a foreman; sometimes knitting, for when Sarah Maitland had nothing else to do, she made baby socks for the missionary barrel; once when Blair came to the door, she was walking up and down knitting rapidly, thinking out some project; her ball of zephyr had fallen on the floor, and dragging along behind her, unwinding and unwinding, had involved her hurrying tramp in a grimy, pink tangle.
Each time Blair had looked into the room it was policed by this absorbed presence. "We"ll _never_ get married!" he said in despair. The delay had a disastrous effect upon romance, for David, with the melancholy candor of a reasoning temperament, was continually saying that he doubted the desirability of Nannie as a wife; and Elizabeth was just as hesitant about Blair.
"Suppose I took a hate to you for a husband? Uncle Robert says if you don"t like being married, you can"t stop."
"You won"t want to stop. Married people don"t have to go to school!"
Elizabeth sighed. "But I don"t know but what maybe I"d like David for a husband?"
"He doesn"t have but ten cents a week allowance, and I have a dollar," Blair reminded her.
"Well, I don"t believe I like being married, anyway," she fretted; "I like going out to the toll-house for ice-cream better."
Her uncertainty made Blair still more impatient to finance his journey; and that day, just after dinner, he and Nannie stood quaking at the dining-room door. "I-I-I"ll do it," Blair gasped, with trembling valor. He was very little, and his eyes were dilating with fright. "I"ll do it," he said, chattering. Nannie rushed into the breach; Nannie never pretended to be anything but a "fraid-cat except in things that concerned Blair; she said now, boldly:
"I"m the oldest, so I ought to."
She crept across the floor, stopping at every step to listen breathlessly; nothing stirred, except her own little shadow crouching at her heels.