"Cordie Brown was funnier than Cora," said Allison. "She wanted to impress people with the idea that the affair was nothing to her. That it rather bored her, in fact. She went around with her nose in the air, trying to appear so superior and indifferent, as if crowned heads and their ilk made her tired."
"What"s this?" demanded Lloyd, as they turned the next leaf, through which a single long black hair had been drawn. Underneath was the gruesome legend, "Dead men tell no tales."
"Oh, that"s only a "hair from the tail of the dog of the child of the wife of the wild man of Borneo,"" laughed Kitty, attempting to turn the page; but Lloyd, laying both palms across it, held it fast.
"You know it"s not, you naughty thing. You"ve been up to some prank."
"It a p. j. A private joke," explained Kitty, bending over the book and laughing till her forehead touched her knees. "I"m dying to tell you, for it"s the funniest thing in the collection. It happened at the Hallowe"en party, and I promised not to tell."
"Promised whom?" demanded Betty.
"Can"t tell that, either," was all that Kitty would say. She flipped over the next leaf. A gilded wishbone was fastened to the page by the bit of red ribbon run through it.
"That"s "In Memoriam" of the grand spread at the Thanksgiving Day feast.
And this b.u.t.ton pasted on just below it, popped off the glove of Mademoiselle La Tosto the afternoon she came to the Studio Tea and Art reception. You know how the girls buzzed around her like a swarm of bees, begging for her autograph. I"d rather have this b.u.t.ton than a dozen autographs, for it dropped off her glove as she clapped her hands in that vivacious Frenchy way of hers, when she saw my caricature of Paderewski that the girls stuck up on the wall. Understand, young ladies, she was _applauding_ it. I walked on air all afternoon."
"Why undah the sun have you saved this tea leaf?" asked Lloyd, pointing to one pasted carefully in the corner of the next page.
"Don"t you remember the day that we went down to Mammy Easter"s cabin, and her old black grandmother was there, and told our fortunes? She was a regular old hag, Gay. I wish you could have seen her,--teeth all gone; skin puckered as a dried apple; she looked more monkey than human. But she"s a fine fortune-teller. I made a few hieroglyphics to recall what she said. This mark is supposed to be a coach and four. She said that Allison was to wed wid de quality and ride in a car"age, but sorrow would be her po"shun if she walked proud. She said that I"m bawn to trouble as de spah"ks fly upwa"d, case I won"t hah"k to counsel, and that I mustn"t marry the first man that axes me, and I mustn"t marry the second man that axes me, but the third man that axes me, him I can safely marry. This tea leaf stands for the third man. I"m to have three sons and one daughter, and my luck will come to me through running water when the weather-vane points west."
Kitty pointed to several pencil scratches beside the tea leaf, intended to signify a brook and a weather-vane on a steeple.
"What did she say about Betty?" asked Gay.
Kitty studied the next line of hieroglyphics a moment. "Oh, I see now. I intended this for a ship. She said there was a veil done hanging ovah her future, so she couldn"t rightly tell, but she could see ships coming and going and crowds of people, and she could see that her fortune was mixed up with a great many other persons. She said that the teacup held gold for her, and the signs all "pinted friendly.""
"And Lloyd?" queried Gay, trying to decipher the next line of pencil marks. "Surely that"s not a cat I see."
"A cat, a teapot, and a ball of knitting," laughed Kitty. "I supposed that Lloyd"s fortune would be something thrilling, but according to the old darky, it"s to be the tamest of all. She said, "I see a rising sun, and a row of lovahs, but I don"t see you a-taking any of "em, honey. Yo"
ways am ways of pleasantness and all yo" paths am peace, but I"se powahful skeered dat you"se gwine to be an ole maid. I sholy is.""
"Is that so, Lloyd?" asked Gay, leaning over Kitty"s shoulder to laugh at the Little Colonel"s teased expression. Kitty answered for her.
"Not if we can help it. We want her for a cousin, and we think that she ought to marry Malcolm just for the sake of being able to claim us as her dear relations. Look how she"s blushing, girls."
"I"m not!" was the indignant answer. "You"re just trying to make me get red, because you know I do it so easily."
She turned the page hastily and began to talk about its contents to change the subject. There were sc.r.a.ps of ribbon, as they went farther on, a burnt match, a peac.o.c.k feather, a tiny block of wood with a hole shot through it, a strand of embroidery silk, a faded pansy,--a hundred bits of worthless rubbish which an unknowing hand would have swept into the waste-basket; but to Kitty each one was a key to unlock some happy memory of her swiftly pa.s.sing school-days. As the four heads, brown and golden, black and auburn, bent over the book, the rain beat against the windows in torrents.
With needle in air, Allison sat a moment watching the water stream down the pane. "This makes me think of that afternoon in old Lloydsboro Seminary," she said, musingly, "when Ida Shane read the "Fortunes of Daisy Dale" aloud to us. I wonder what has become of Ida. She was living in a little country town up in the mountains the last time I heard of her, taking in sewing and doing her own work."
"She"s the girl who caused so much excitement at the Seminary," Betty explained to Gay. "The one who got our Shadow Club into disgrace. She tried to elope one night, but the teachers found it out and sent her home. It didn"t do any good, for she ran away with Ned Bannon the next summer, and they were married by a justice of the peace. I don"t see how Ida could do it when she"d always been so romantic, and planned to have her wedding just like Daisy Dale"s, in cherry blossom time, and in the little stone church at Lloydsboro, with the vines over the belfry. It"s so quaint and English looking, just like the one that Daisy was married in. Instead of being all in white, she was married in the dress she happened to have on when she ran away,--just an old black walking skirt and plaid shirt-waist. No veil, no trail, and no orange-blossoms, and she had counted on having all three. It was so prosy and commonplace after the grand things she had planned."
"She"s had it prosy enough ever since, too," remarked Allison. "Ned drinks so hard that he can"t keep a position. She didn"t reform him one single bit, and I reckon she understands now why her aunt objected so strongly to her marrying him. Poor Ida, to think of her having to take in sewing to keep her from actual starvation! It"s awful!"
"Poah Ida!" echoed Lloyd. "I don"t see how she does it. When she was in the Seminary, she couldn"t do anything with her needle but embroidah. I used to have Mom Beck do her mending and darning when she did mine."
"Thank fortune _my_ mending is done!" exclaimed Allison, dropping her thimble into her work-bag, and throwing her coat across a chair. "It"s almost time for the bell. I must take Juliet Lynn the papers I promised her."
Lloyd and Betty, looking at the clock, scrambled to their feet, and a moment after only Gay and Kitty were left on the rug with the memory-book open between them.
"Do you think that Lloyd really cares for your cousin?" asked Gay.
"No," was the emphatic answer. "You can make her blush that way about anybody, and I love to tease her. When she first came back from Arizona, I used to think she liked Phil Tremont, a boy she met out there, and then I thought maybe it was Joyce"s brother Jack. She talked so much about the duck hunts they had together, and what a splendid fellow he was, and how much her father admired him. But the Princess is so particular that I believe the old darky told her fortune truly. If she"s so particular at fifteen, "I"se powahful skeered she"s gwine to be an old maid. I sholy is." For what will she be at twice fifteen?"
Gay laughed at the imitation of the old coloured woman, then asked: "But doesn"t your cousin come up to her standard? According to Maud Minor he is as handsome as a Greek G.o.d, as accomplished as all the Muses put together, and as entertaining as a four-ring circus."
"Oh, Malcolm"s all right," answered Kitty. "We"re awfully fond of him, but we"re not so crazy about him as to think all that. I have a picture of him somewhere in my box of photographs, if you"d like to see it."
Climbing on a chair to reach the box on the top of the wardrobe, she took it down and began rummaging through it. In a moment she tossed a photograph to Gay, who still sat on the floor, Turk fashion.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "STUDYING THE FACE OF THE HANDSOME YOUNG FELLOW WITH INTEREST"]
"Here is one he had taken years ago when he and Keith used to play they were two little Knights of Kentucky, and went around trying to set the wrongs of the world to rights."
While Gay was still exclaiming over it, she threw down another. "Here"s the one I was looking for. It was taken this summer at Narragansett Pier on his polo pony."
Gay seized it, studying the face of the handsome young fellow with interest. "Why, he"s almost grown!" she cried.
"Yes, he"s nearly eighteen, and he is even better looking than that picture. And here"s Keith, the one I"m so fond of. We always have so much fun when they come out to grandmother"s for the holidays."
The box slipped and the entire contents showered over the floor. Gay helped her to put them back into the box, glancing at each one as she did so. One in a cadet uniform attracted her attention.
"Who"s this? Now _he"s_ the one I"d like to know. I suppose it"s because I"ve lived at an army post always that I adore anything military. _He_ looks interesting."
Kitty leaned over to look. "Oh, that"s my brother Ra.n.a.ld. He"s away at military school. Won"t he be teased when I tell him what you said? He"s dreadfully bashful with girls, though you"d think he oughtn"t to be. He was under fire ever so many times with papa in the Philippines when he was a little chap. You know he was the youngest captain in the army, at one time, and was on General Grant"s staff when he was still in short trousers."
"Why, of course, I know," cried Gay, enthusiastically. "I heard some officers talking about it one night at dinner just after it happened.
Papa toasted "The Little Captain" in such a pretty speech that the officers who had fought with your father cheered. But I never dreamed then that I"d ever know his sister, or be sitting here holding his picture, talking about him. I"m going to take possession of this," she added, when all the other photographs were back in the box.
"You don"t care, do you? I"d like it to add to my collection of heroes.
I"ll put it in a frame made of bra.s.s b.u.t.tons and crossed guns and all sorts of ornaments that the officers have given me off of their uniforms."
"No, I don"t care," answered Kitty. "Allison has one like it, and I can get another any time by writing home for it. I wish you would take it, for that would give me such a fine thing to tease him about. I could worry him nearly distracted."
"I don"t care how much you tease him so long as I may keep the picture,"
laughed Gay. "I"m a thousand times obliged to you."
As she sat looking at it, she exclaimed, suddenly: "Kitty Walton, you"re an awfully lucky girl to have such nice boys in your family. I wish I knew them. I haven"t a brother or even a forty-second cousin."
"Well, you can know them if you"ll come home with me to spend the Christmas vacation. Ra.n.a.ld always brings a boy home with him for the holidays, and mother said Allison and I might bring a friend. I"m sure she"d rather have you than anybody else, she knows your father and mother so well."
The amber lights in Gay"s brown eyes deepened. "Oh, I"d _love_ to!" she cried. "I"d dearly love to! It"s too far to go away back to San Antonio for such a short time, and I hated to think of the holidays, knowing I"d have to stay here at the Hall, with all you girls gone. Are you sure your mother won"t object?"
"You wait and see," advised Kitty. "You don"t know mammy! You"ll not have any doubt of your welcome when her letter comes."
"Oh, it would be too lovely for anything!" exclaimed Gay, listening with a far-away look in her eyes, as Kitty began outlining plans for the coming holidays. Presently, in sheer joy at the prospect, they pulled each other up from the floor, and, springing on to the bed, danced a Highland fling in the middle of it, till a slat fell out with a terrifying crash.