Then this Kimberly girl puts her arm round Bonnie Bell. That was the way them two went down to the boathouse--their arms around one another. When they come back, in about ten minutes or so, they was talking so fast neither one of them could of heard what the other was saying.
"Oh, my goodness!" says Katherine after a little. "I must be going home.
It isn"t far, you know."
"Yes; I know," says Bonnie Bell, quiet.
"And you said you"d take me home in your car?"
"And you want me to?" says Bonnie Bell, kind of funny.
"I wish you would--if you will. Of course I could walk."
"Does your head hurt now?" ast Bonnie Bell.
The girl looked at her straight. Then I knew she was on the square.
"No, it don"t," says she; "but I"d like it if you would take me home in your car," says she. "I want you to come in and meet my mommah. We want to come down here if you"ll let us, all of us. Will you let us? Will you let us, Bonnie?" says she.
Now, ain"t it funny how much can happen quiet and easy? I expect more had happened for Bonnie Bell this last hour or so than had in a whole year before--and all by accident, like most good things comes to us. Not a woman in that block had ever called on Bonnie Bell and it didn"t look like they ever would. We wasn"t on the map--even me, that ain"t got any brains at all, knowed that.
And yet I could tell that if Bonnie Bell Wright drove along the front of that block with Katherine Kimberly in her car, and they got off at the Kimberlys" and went in--and if the Kimberlys come up to our house, too--why, then I knowed we was on the map. I don"t think Bonnie Bell cared. What was in her heart was mostly gladness at meeting some girl friend she could talk to right free.
Of course, living there so long, I couldn"t help knowing some of the things along the Row. I knowed there was a sort of a fight there as to which was the queen of Millionaire Row, which was the same as being the queen of the society of this here city of Chicago. Either it was this Mrs. Henry D. Kimberly or else it was Mrs. David Abraham Wisner. The Kimberlys was in wholesale leather, while the Wisners was in wholesale beef and pork, and them things. Most everybody in the Row, it seemed to me, had something to do with a cow, one shape or another, except us--which, dealing with cows on the hoof, might of been said to be at the bottom of the whole game. But that ain"t respectable, like I told you. Sausage or hides or leather is better--especial if wholesale.
Bonnie Bell was quiet. She taken up the collar of this Katherine girl and looks at the little pin she wore on it.
"What year was yours?" says she.
"Last June," says Katherine.
Then I seen they was both scholars of that same Old Man Smith, where Bonnie Bell had went to school. They had on some sort of pins so they knew each other, like Masons. Not having nothing better to do, they kissed each other again.
By the time Bonnie Bell had drove over to the Kimberlys" house folks had found Katherine"s horse, but not her; so her ma was scared silly, natural enough. When she seen her long-lost daughter coming with Bonnie Bell, both of them able to walk and talk, she was right glad, and fell on the necks of both of them, weeping some.
"And who is this young lady," says she, meaning Bonnie Bell, "who has been so kind as to bring you home to your mother?"
And she smiled at Bonnie Bell, her being the second woman to do that in Chicago in two years. You see, if a girl is handsome women mostly hate her; the men don"t--which is why.
"This is our neighbor, Miss Wright, mommah," says Katherine. "They live just below us a little way."
She got red in the face then, for everybody on the street there knew about us and the high fence; yet n.o.body knew us personal. But Katherine"s ma was different from most of these other people. Besides, you only needed one good look at Bonnie Bell to see that she wasn"t any common folks.
"She left Smith the year before I went in, mommah," says Katherine, "and she"s in my sororyety; and she"s been here ever since they built their fine house; and she"s a dear and I love her." Katherine had a way of talking all in one breath, like a sprinter running a hundred yards flat.
"I want you to love her, too," says she to her ma.
And then Old Lady Kimberly she taken Bonnie Bell in her arms and kissed her some more; and the kid, like enough, come near to spilling over then.
"Come right in and have a cup of tea," says she.
So they went into the house, and the Kimberlys" sad man, which was named William, too, brought them some tea. They didn"t need it none, because they was full of it already; but women can hold plenty of tea. When they was drinking that and, like enough, all three of them talking at once, Katherine tells her ma all about how she got threw from her horse, and how Bonnie Bell saved her life and carried her home and took care of her, and now brought her back.
"Mommah, their place is lovely," says she. "They"ve all sorts of nice things and we"re going to call as soon as Bonnie Bell will let us."
"Yes, indeed," says her ma, who was going to back any play her girl made.
"Bonnie Bell," says she--"that is a odd name and a very pretty one."
Bonnie Bell laughed at that.
"It"s one my dad gave me," says she. "My real name is Mary Isabel. My dad always called me Bonnie Bell; and so did Curly."
"Curly?" says the old lady, not knowing who that was--me.
"Oh, Curly"s a dear," says Katherine then. "He"s a cowboy, or was when he was younger; but he isn"t young now. And he can ride any sort of horse living, and rope things--I think he must be the stableman."
"Indeed he isn"t," says Bonnie Bell. "He"s our foreman."
They didn"t know what that was, being city people; so she told them.
Them Kimberlys couldn"t see why they took me to the city when they didn"t have no cows. I reckon they must of talked of me and Old Man Wright plenty--you see, Bonnie Bell told me of it like it happened. She told me what Katherine"s ma wore and what their William looked like, and what sort of pictures was on the walls. Womanfolks can see more than a man and remember it better.
Well, sir, it wasn"t any more than a week before Old Lady Kimberly drove up to our house in her car; and she come right up the walk herself and didn"t send in any of them little cards that says: "Tag; you"re It."
She come into our parlor, and our William went out and got Bonnie Bell for her, and them two must of had a regular visit, because Katherine"s ma insisted on seeing our ranch room, which pleased her mighty much.
She said she certainly was going to bring her husband over, because he would be crazy over it.
"Tell me," says she--"when can we come?"
"Why," says Bonnie Bell, "in a real ranch there isn"t a time of the day or night when you can"t come and be welcome. Everybody"s welcome at a ranch, you know."
Old Lady Kimberly, she seemed kind of thoughtful over that; but she didn"t say nothing about being slow starting. Says she:
"If you"d let us come we"d all be so glad to come and sit in your ranch room--it"s new to us and we like it. I know my husband would like it very much. As for Katherine, I don"t think I"ll be able to keep her away after this."
Well, that afternoon, late, Katherine calls up on the telephone again--about the eighth time she had already that day--and she ast might her pa and ma and her come over that evening to see our ranch room. Of course Bonnie Bell told them to come.
"Well, what do you know, Curly?" says she to me. "This ain"t according to Hoyle. Mrs. Kimberly ought to of waited till I returned her call, and till maybe one or the other of us had invited the other to a reception, or to a dinner or something."
"What"s a reception?" says I.
"Something we never had yet, Curly," says she. "It"s a place where people ain"t happy; but there"s plenty of "em. Maybe tonight is the closest we"ve come to it."
Well, they all came that night, all three of "em--twicet in one day, which was going pretty strong; and, like enough, something they hadn"t never done before in all their lives.
"No you don"t!" says Mrs. Kimberly when Bonnie Bell was going to take "em into the parlor. "We"re going right into the ranch room and sit there, all of us--mayn"t we, please?"
So they come in and Old Man Kimberly he walked around and looked through the place; and he was like a kid.
"By golly, Wright!" says he. "I didn"t know a alderman could have as much sense as this," says he. "This is the real goods," says he--"you can set down in one of those chairs and not break its legs off. And here"s tobacco handy, and matches all over the place. Now over in the club all you get is a place to smoke and a big chair, and a fireplace to look into. Ain"t a city a cold old place, John Wright?" says he.