"An awful a.s.s!" persisted the prisoner.
"The world is full of them," said the court "If you were to roar at every one you meet you"d never have time for anything else.
Life would degenerate into one long roar. Everybody knows that Professor t.i.tcombe is a ninny and an idiot, but the decencies of intercourse require you to say, "How nice!" or "How interesting!"
to his remarks.
"But he had never even been in Colorado," vociferated Coal Oil Johnny. "It was all lies and hearsay and gas. But I have, and I know all about it, and if you want proof I have a scar on my head where a dago shot me at Telluride!"
"Prisoner"s motion to show scar overruled," said the court.
"Isn"t it about time to let me off?" pleaded Mr. Ba.s.sity.
"Surely I"ve listened like a lamb to everything you"ve said to me? I"ve been slapped on one cheek and then on the other, and if I haven"t always come up smiling it isn"t that I haven"t tried.
It stings a fellow to hear such things to his face; it hurts a fellow more than I think you know; for I may not be up to the general standard of your friends, but I guess my feelings are just as sensitive, and my regard and respect for all three of you is not a whit behind theirs. I dare say this has amused you very much, and I don"t grudge for a minute the fun you"ve had out of it--but suppose we call it off now and be friends again, and--and --talk about something else!" He looked earnestly from one to another.
There was something so naive and affecting in Ba.s.sity"s plea for mercy that for a moment his three persecutors looked almost ashamed of themselves. Grace Sinclair"s eyes filled with tears, and she rose and went over to him and patted his hand.
"Cheer up," she said, smiling. "We"ve reinstated you now, and like you better than we ever did before."
"And oo"ll be mamma"s little darling and will never be naughty again?" added Miss Hemingway.
"Poor old Johnny!" said Miss Felton sympathetically; "that"s the trouble about being a rough diamond and being polished while you wait--makes you sorry you ever came, doesn"t it?"
"Now you can smoke a cigar, Mr. Ba.s.sity," said Dolly, "and improve your mind listening to us talk!"
"So long as I"m not the subject of it," observed Coal Oil Johnny ruefully.
"Oh, we can"t bother about you for always," said Miss Hemingway.
"You"ve had your little turn and must now give way to something mere important!"
"Delighted!" said Mr. Ba.s.sity.
"And don"t look as though your own cigars were better than papa"s," added Dolly.
"But they are," he retorted.
"Will nothing ever prevent your speaking the truth?" cried Miss Sinclair. "There ought to be tracts about the young man who always spoke the truth--and his awful end!"
"Do you want me to listen intelligently or unintelligently?" Mr.
Ba.s.sity asked Dolly.
"Oh, any old way," she said. "We don"t mind particularly which."
"But you might tell me what the next topic"s about," he said. "It might improve my mind more, you know, to have some glimmering of what"s going on. Possibly--I say it with all diffidence--possibly I might be able to contribute some valuable suggestions."
At this there arose such a chorus of incredulity that even the dogs jumped up and barked.
"It"ll be a long time before you"ll ever pay your social way,"
said Miss Hemingway cruelly. "In the meanwhile you"re a social pauper, living on crusts, and the most becoming thing you can do is to sit very silent and grateful and self-effacing."
"Yep," said Coal Oil Johnny, pretending to gulp down a manly emotion. "Yep, kind lady, and G.o.d bless your purty face, and if a lifetime of humble devotion and--"
"We all three have to do something for the St. John"s Home for Incurable Children," Interrupted Dolly, "and the question is, what?"
"Simplest thing out," said Mr. Ba.s.sity, feeling for his pocketbook.
"That"s just what we"re not going to do," continued Dolly. "It"s horrid to go around dunning people for subscriptions, and being ten dollars nice to them for three dollars and fifty cents cash.
We"re all pledged to earn some money--really, truly earn it--and every one of us is going to get out and hustle, and, of course, we want to arrange it so that none of us three will overlap. My own idea is dog-thinning!"
"Dog-what?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Coal Oil Johnny.
"Most people"s dogs are too fat," explained Miss Hemingway. "Most owners are so slack and good-natured that, though they know they are their own dogs" worst enemies, they weakly go on pampering them in spite of their better judgment. I am going to reduce dogs for ten dollars a dog--not brutally, like a vet, who kicks them into a cellar and leaves them there--but giving up my whole time to it for a month. Plain living, lots of exercise, sympathy, tact, and all the comforts of home! I"ve already got the promise of four, and there"s a Russian Poodle, besides, and a dachshund, who are trying to make up their minds."
"I wish I could have thought of anything so original," cried Sattie Felton mournfully. "It seems so commonplace just to work in papa"s office for two weeks, doesn"t it?"
""Specially the way you"ll work!" exclaimed Grace Sinclair.
"I am going to help Miss Drayton in the filing department," said Sattie. "Put a letter from an F man into an F drawer, and from a G man into a G drawer, and from an H man into an H drawer, and from an I man into an I drawer--"
"Oh, stop!" cried Dolly Hemingway, warningly.
"And from a J man into a J drawer," continued Sattie drearily, "and from a K man into--"
The hurried pa.s.sing of the chocolate creams in her direction brought about a welcome silence.
"What"s your plan, Miss Sinclair?" Inquired Mr. Ba.s.sity.
"Oh, Grace has a snap," said Sattie in thick, chocolate-cream accents.
"My Despardoux car!" exclaimed Grace. "It holds five, you know, and I"m going every day to the I.B.&Q. depot and take pa.s.sengers.
Hang out a little card: Beautiful Stackport, Two Hours" Ride for One Dollar; Children Half-Price!"
"No chauffeur?" asked Coal Oil Johnny.
"Of course not. In that case it would be the money he earned --not mine!"
"I don"t think I"d do that," said Coal Oil Johnny.
"It matters so little what you think!" said Grace.
"But all alone?" objected Ba.s.sity.
"I told you it holds five," said Miss Sinclair.
"I shall make it a point to go every trip," said Coal Oil Johnny.
"Indeed you shan"t," protested Grace. "The basis of the whole idea is that no friends are allowed. It"s to be genuine money-making without favoritism or the personal element, and I think it"s splendidly original and American."
Coal Oil Johnny looked at her and slowly shook his head.