"You have: so please remember that you are getting a considerable portion of the Champneys money for doing what you"re told to do,"
said he.
"I never knew till you told me so that the Champneyses had any money. But if it"s there, I"m willing to do what I"m told, for my share. Why not? There ain"t nothin" better for me, nowheres, nohow."
"I am to understand, then, that you agree?"
"What else can I do but agree?" she asked, twisting a fold of her ap.r.o.n.
The parlor door opened with violence; a thick-set man with a bald head and a red face, followed by a shrewish, thin woman with pinched lips, appeared on the threshold.
"I s"pose," said the woman, with elaborate courtesy, "we kin come in our own parler, Miss Simms? Has you resigned your job that you gotta pick out the parler to set in whilst I"m doin" your work for you?"
Nancy"s visitor rose, and at sight of the tall old gentleman an avid curiosity appeared in both vulgar faces.
"Mr. Champneys, this is the lady an" gentleman I live with and work for without wages, Mister an" Missis Baxter. Mister an" Missis Baxter, this gentleman is Aunt Milly"s husband, an" he"s come to see me; an" you ain"t called to show off the manners you ain"t got!"
"Well, why couldn"t you say who he was at first, an" have done with it?" grumbled the man. "But no, you gotta upset the whole house!
She"s the provokin"est piece o" flesh on the created earth, when she starts," he explained to the visitor.
"To aggravate an" torment them that"s raised her an" kept her out of the asylum an" fed an" clothed an" learned her like a daughter, is what Nancy Simms "d rather do than eat an" drink," supplemented Mrs.
Baxter, acridly.
Nancy snorted. Mr. Champneys said nothing.
"Well! An" so you"re poor Milly"s husband!" said the woman, staring at him. "You wasn"t so awful anxious to find out nothin" about her kith an" kin, was you? Not that I"m any kin," she added, hastily.
"When all"s said an" done, Nancy ain"t no real kin, neither. You an"
her"s only connected by marriage, but bein" as you have come at last, I hope she"ll have more gratefulness to you than she"s got for _me_. As you ain"t never done nothin" by her, an" I have, she"s sure to."
"You make me so sick!" Nancy, with her hands on her hips, glared at the pair. "Anything you ever done for me you paid yourself for double. If you don"t owe me nothin", like you said this mornin", I don"t owe you nothin", neither, so it"s quits. You"d oughta be glad I"m goin"."
"Goin"? Who"s goin"? Goin" where?" Mrs. Baxter"s voice rose shrilly.
"Now, ain"t it always so? You take a orphan child to your bosom an"
after many days it"ll grow up like a viper, an" the minute your back "s turned it"ll spit in your face!"
"Goin", hey? Where you goin" to when you go?" demanded Mr. Baxter, hoa.r.s.ely.
"She is going with me," said Mr. Champneys. The whole situation nauseated him; he felt that if he didn"t escape from that red-plush parlor very soon, he was going to be violently sick. "I am now in a position to look after my wife"s niece, and I propose to do so. From what I have heard from you both, I should think you would be rather glad than sorry to part with her."
"You won"t gain nothin" by raisin" a row," put in Nancy, in a hard voice. "I"m goin". Make up your minds to _that_."
"Oh, you are, are you, Miss Simms? That"s all the thanks I mighta expected from you, you red-headed freckle-face! I sure hope he"ll get his fill of you before he"s done! Walkin" off like a n.i.g.g.e.r without a minute"s notice, an" me with my house full of men comin"
to their meals they"ve paid for an" has to have!"
"Hire another n.i.g.g.e.r an" pay "em somethin", so"s they won"t quit without notice, then," suggested the girl, unfeelingly.
"How you know this feller"s Milly Champneys"s husband?" asked Mr.
Baxter. "Who"s to prove it?"
Nancy looked at him and laughed. But Milly Champneys"s husband said hastily: "Let us go, for G.o.d"s sake! If there"s a telephone here, ring for a cab or a taxi. How soon can you be ready?"
"I can walk out bag and baggage in ten minutes," she replied, and darted from the room.
The South Carolina Don Quixote looked at the sordid, angry pair before him. He felt like one in an evil dream, a dream that degraded him, and Milly"s memory, and Milly"s niece.
"If you wish to make any inquiries, I shall be at the Palace Hotel until this evening," he told them. "And--would a hundred dollars soothe your feelings?"
The woman"s eyes slitted; the man"s bulged.
"You musta come by money since Milly died," said Mrs. Baxter. "Yes, sure we"ll take the hundred. We ain"t refusin" money. It"s little enough, too, considerin" all I done for that girl!"
Mr. Champneys counted out ten crisp bills into the greedy hand, and the three waited silently until Nancy appeared. Champneys almost screamed at sight of her. His heart sank like lead, and the task he had set for himself of a sudden a.s.sumed monumental proportions.
"I ain"t took nothin" out of this house but the few things belongin"
to my mother. You"re welcome to the rest," she told the woman, briefly. The man she ignored altogether.
A cab rattled up to the door. In silence the aristocratic old man in white linen, and the red-headed girl in a cheap embroidered shirt-waist, a dark, shabby skirt, and a hat that was an outrage on millinery, climbed in. There were no farewells. The girl settled back, clutching her hand-satchel. "Giddap," said the driver, and cracked his whip. The cab rolled away from the dingy, smelly house, and turned a corner. So rode Nancy Simms out of her old life into her new one.
CHAPTER IX
PRICE-TAGS
When Mr. Chadwick Champneys had visualized to himself Milly"s niece, it had always been in Milly"s image and likeness--sweet, fair, brave, merry, gentle, and strong. Milly"s niece, of course, would be companionable. He would only have to put upon her the finishing touches, so to speak, embellish her natural graces with a finer social polish. At the very worst, he hadn"t dreamed that anybody belonging to Milly could be like this red-headed Nancy. Perhaps, though, she would be less objectionable when she was properly clad.
"Drive to the best department store in town," he told the driver, briefly.
Once in the store he summoned the manager and briefly stated his needs. The young lady must be furnished with everything she needed, and as quickly as possible. She needed, it appeared, about everything. The shrewd young Jew looked her over with his trained eyes.
"Should you prefer our Miss Smith to proffer aid and advice? Miss Smith is an expert."
Mr. Champneys reacted almost with terror against Nancy Simms"s probable choice.
"See that the young lady gets the best you have; and make Miss Smith the final authority," he said, briefly.
At the end of two hours Nancy returned, the two clerks and the manager accompanying her. The store people were slightly flushed, Nancy herself sullenly acquiescent. For the first time in her life she had had the opportunity to buy enough clothes of her own, and yet she hadn"t been allowed to choose what she really wanted. Gently but inexorably they had rejected the garments Nancy selected, smoothly insisting that these weren"t "just the thing" for her. They slid her into quiet-colored, plainly cut things that she wouldn"t have looked at if left to her own devices. It took their united tact, firmness, and diplomacy to steer Nancy over the reefs of what the manager called hired-girl taste.
Nancy was silent when she appeared before Mr. Champneys in her new clothes. She thought that if she had been allowed to pick them out for herself, instead of having been hypnotized--"bulldozed" is what she called it--into plain old dowdy duds by two shopwomen and a Jew manager, she"d have given him more for his money.
Mr. Champneys, looking her over critically, admitted that the girl was at least presentable. From hat to shoes she gave the impression of being well and carefully dressed. But her aspect breathed dissatisfaction, her bearing was ungraciousness itself; nor did the two women clerks, trained to patience, tact, and politeness as they were, altogether manage to conceal their unfavorable opinion of her; even the clever, smiling young Jew, used to managing women shoppers, failed to hide the fact that he was more than glad to get this one off his hands.
Nancy hadn"t taken time to eat her dinner before leaving the Baxter house, nor had Mr. Champneys had his lunch. They drove to his hotel, both hungry, and had their first meal together. Nancy hadn"t been trained to linger over meals: one ate as much as one could get, in as short a s.p.a.ce of time as possible. Mr. Champneys was grateful to a merciful Providence that he had ordered that repast served in his private sitting-room.
Her hunger quite satisfied, she shoved her plate aside, sighed, stretched luxuriously, and yawned widely, like the healthy animal she was.
"What we got to do now? Them women at the store said they"d get the rest of my things here, along with the travelin"-bags, in a coupla hours. I got a swell suit-case, didn"t I? And oh, them toilet things! But between now and then, what you want I should do?"