She hung up the receiver, and sat motionless beside the instrument, too thrilled for the moment to move. What a man he was proving himself--her farmer! And yet--how each new responsibility, well fulfilled, was going to take him more and more from her! She sighed involuntarily, and was about to rise, when the bell sounded again.
"Hullo," she said courteously, but tonelessly. The bottom of the evening had dropped out for her. It mattered very little how she spent it now until Austin arrived.
"Land, Sylvia, you sound as if there"d ben a death in the family! Do perk up a little! Yes, this is Mrs. Elliott--Maybe if some of the folks on this line that"s taken their receivers down so"s they"ll know who I"m talkin" to an" what I"m sayin" will hang up you can hear me a little more plain." (This timely remark resulted in several little clicks.) "There, that"s better. I see Austin tearin" past like mad in your otter, and I says to Joe, "That means Sylvia"s all alone again, same as usual; I"m goin" to call her up an" visit with her a spell!" Hot, ain"t it? Yes, I always suffer considerable with the heat. I sez this mornin" to Joe, "Joe, it"s goin" to be a hot day," and he sez, "Yes, Eliza, I"m afraid it is," an" I sez, "Well, we"ve got to stand it," an" he--"
"I hope you have," interrupted Sylvia politely.
"Yes, as well as could be expected--you know I ain"t over an" above strong this season. My old trouble. But then, I don"t complain any--only as I said to Joe, it is awful tryin". Have you heard how the new minister"s wife is doin"? She ain"t ben to evenin" meetin" at all regular sence she got here, an" she made an angel cake, just for her own family, last Wednesday. She puts her washin" out, too. I got it straight from Mrs. Jones, next door to her. I went there the other evenin" to get a nightgown pattern she thought was real tasty. I don"t know as I shall like it, though. It"s supposed to have a yoke made out of crochet or tattin" at the top, an" I ain"t got anything of the kind on hand just now, an" no time to make any. Besides, I"ve never thought these new-fangled garments was just the thing for a respectable woman--there ain"t enough to "em. When I was young they was made of good thick cotton, long-sleeved an" high-necked, trimmed with Hamburg edgin" an" b.u.t.toned down the front. Speakin" of nightgowns, how are you gettin" on with your trousseau? Have you decided what you"re goin" to wear for a weddin"
dress? I was readin" in the paper the other day about some widow that got married down in Boston, an" she wore a pink chif_fon_ dress. I was real shocked. If she"d ben a divorced person, I should have expected some such thing, but there warn"t anything of the kind in this case--she was a decent young woman, an" real pretty, judgin" from her picture. But I should have thought she"d have wore gray or lavender, wouldn"t you? There oughtn"t to be anything gay about a second weddin"! Well, as I was sayin"
to Joe about the minister"s wife--What"s that? You think they"re both real nice, an" you"re glad he"s got _some_ sort of a wife? Now, Sylvia, I always did think you was a little mite hard on Mr. Jessup. I says to Joe, "Joe, Sylvia"s a nice girl, but she"s a flirt, sure as you"re settin"
there," an" Joe says--"
"Have you heard from Fred and Sally yet?"
"Yes, they"ve sent us three picture post-cards. Real pretty. There ain"t much s.p.a.ce for news on "em, though--they just show a bridge, an" a park, an" a railroad station. Still, of course, we was glad to get "em, an" they seem to be havin" a fine time. I heard to-day that Ruth"s baby was sick again. Delicate, ain"t it? I shouldn"t be a mite surprised if Ruth couldn"t raise her. "Blue around the eyes," I says to Joe the first time I ever clapped eyes on her. An" then Ruth ain"t got no get-up-and-get to her. Shiftless, same"s Howard is, though she"s just as well-meanin". I hear she"s thinkin" of keepin" a hired girl all summer.
Frank"s business don"t warrant it. He has a real hard time gettin"
along. He"s too easy-goin" with his customers. Gives long credit when they"re hard up, an" all that. Of course it"s nice to be charitable if you can afford it, but--"
"Frank isn"t going to pay the hired girl."
"There you go again, Sylvia! You kinder remind me of the widow"s cruse, never failin". "Tain"t many families gets hold of anything like you.
Well, I must be sayin" good-night--there seems to be several people tryin" to b.u.t.t in an" use this line, though probably they don"t want it for anything important at all. I"ve got no patience with folks that uses the telephone as a means of gossip, an" interfere with those that really needs it. Besides, though I"d be glad to talk with you a little longer, I"m plum tuckered out with the heat, as I said before. I ben makin"
currant jelly, too. It come out fine--a little too hard, if anything.
But, as I says to Joe, "Druv as I am, I"m a-goin" to call up that poor lonely girl, an" help her pa.s.s the evenin"." Come over an" bring your sewin" an" set with me some day soon, won"t you, Sylvia? You know I"m always real pleased to see you. Good-night."
"Good-night." Sylvia leaned back, laughing.
Mrs. Elliott, who infuriated Thomas, and exasperated Austin, was a never-failing source of enjoyment to her. She went back to the porch to wait for Austin, still chuckling.
After the conversation she had had with him, she was greatly surprised, when, a little after eight o"clock, the garden gate clicked. She ran down the steps hurriedly with his name on her lips. But the figure coming towards her through the dusk was much smaller than Austin"s and a voice answered her, in broken English, "It ain"t Mr. Gray, missus. It"s me."
"Why, Peter!" she said in amazement; "is anything the matter at the farm?"
"No, missus; not vat you"d called _vrong_."
"What is it, then? Will you come up and sit down?"
He stood fumbling at his hat for a minute, and then settled himself awkwardly on the steps at her feet. His yellow hair was sleekly brushed, his face shone with soap and water, and he had on his best clothes. It was quiet evident that he had come with the distinct purpose of making a call.
"Can dose domestics hear vat ve say?" he asked at length, turning his wide blue eyes upon her, after some minutes of heavy silence.
"Not a word."
"Vell den--you know Mr. Gray and I goin" avay to-morrow."
"Yes, Peter."
"To be gone much as a mont", Mr. Gray say."
"I believe so."
"Mrs. Cary, dear missus,--vill you look after Edit" vile I"m gone?"
"Why, yes, Peter," she said warmly, "I always see a good deal of Edith--we"re great friends, you know."
"Yes, missus, that"s vone reason vy I come--Edit" t"ink no vone like you--ever vas, ever shall be. But den--I"m vorried "bout Edit"."
"Worried? Why, Peter? She"s well and strong."
"Oh, yes, she"s vell--ver" vell. But Edit" love to have a good time--"vun" she say. If I go mit, she come mit me--ven not, mit some vone else."
"I see--you"re jealous, Peter."
"No, no, missus, not jealous, only vorried, ver" vorried. Edit" she"s young, but not baby, like Mr. and Missus Gray t"ink. I don"t like Mr. Yon Veston, missus, nod ad all--and Edit" go out mit him, ev"y chance she get. An" Mr. Hugh Elliott, cousin to Miss Sally"s husband, dey say he liked Miss Sally vonce--he"s back here now, he looks hard at Edit" ev"y time he see her. He"s that kind of man, missus, vat does look ver" hard."
Sylvia could not help being touched. "I"ll do my best, Peter, but I can"t promise anything. Edith is the kind of girl, as you say, that likes to have "fun" and I have no real authority over her."
As if the object of his visit was entirely accomplished, Peter rose to leave. "I t"ank you ver" much, missus," he said politely. "It"s a ver"
varm evening, not? Goodnight."
For a few minutes after Peter left, Sylvia sat thinking over what he had said, and her own face grew "vorried" too. Then the garden gate clicked again, and for the next two hours she was too happy for trouble of any kind to touch her. Austin"s interview with Mr. Carter had proved a great success, and after that had been thoroughly discussed, they found a great deal to say about their own plans for September. For the moment, she quite forgot all that Peter had said.
It came back to her, vividly enough, a few nights later. She had sat up very late, writing to Austin, and was still lying awake, long after midnight, when she heard the whirr of a motor near by, and a moment later a soft voice calling under her window. She threw a negligee about her, and ran to the front door; as she unlatched it, Edith slipped in, her finger on her lips.
"Hush! Don"t let the servants hear! Oh, Sylvia, I"ve had such a lark--will you keep me overnight!"
"I would gladly, but your mother would be worried to death."
"No, she won"t. You see, I found, two hours ago, that it would be a long time before I got back, and I telephoned her saying I was going to spend the night with you. Don"t you understand? She thought I was here then."
"Edith--you didn"t lie to your mother!"
"Now, Sylvia, don"t begin to scold at this hour, when I"m tired and sleepy as I can be! It wasn"t my fault we burst two tires, was it? But mother"s prejudiced against Hugh, just because Sally, who"s a perfect prude, didn"t happen to like him. Lend me one of your delicious night-dresses, do, and let me cuddle down beside you--the bed"s so big, you"ll never know I"m there."
Sylvia mechanically opened a drawer and handed her the garment she requested.
"Gracious, Sylvia, it"s like a cobweb--perhaps if I marry a rich man, I can have things like this! What an angel you look in yours! Austin will certainly think he"s struck heaven when he sees you like that! I never could understand what a little thing like you wanted this huge bed for, but, of course, you knew when you bought it--"
"Edith," interrupted Sylvia sharply, "be quiet! In the morning I want to talk with you a little."
But as she lay awake long after the young girl had fallen into a deep, quiet sleep, she felt sadly puzzled to know what she could, with wisdom and helpfulness, say. It was so usual in the country for young girls to ride about alone at night with their admirers, so much the accepted custom, of which no harm seemed to come, that however much she might personally disapprove of such a course, she could not reasonably find fault with it. It was probably her own sense of outraged delicacy, she tried to think, after Edith"s careless speech, that made her feel that the child lacked the innate good-breeding and quiet attractiveness, which her sisters, all less pretty than she, possessed to such a marked extent, in spite of their lack of polish. She tried to think that it was only to-night she had noticed how red and full Edith"s pouting lips were growing, how careless she was about the depth of her V-cut blouses, how unusually lacking in shyness and restraint for one so young. In the morning, she said nothing and Edith was secretly much relieved; but she went and asked Mrs. Gray if she could not spare her youngest daughter for a visit while Austin was away, "to ward off loneliness." She found the good lady out in the garden, weeding her petunias, and bent over to help her as she made her request.
"There, dearie, don"t you bother--you"ll get your pretty dress all gra.s.s-stain, and it looks to me like another new one! I wouldn"t have thought baby-blue would be so becomin" to you, Sylvia. I always fancied it for a blonde, mostly, but there! you"ve got such lovely skin, anything looks well on you. Do you like petunias? Scarcely anyone has them, an"
cinnamon pinks, an" johnnie-jump-ups any more--it"s all sweet-peas, an"
nasturtiums, an" such! But to me there ain"t any flower any handsomer than a big purple petunia."
"I like them too--and it doesn"t matter if my dress does get dirty--it"ll wash. Now about Edith--"