"Mais, non, Monsieur, jamais--never!" she exclaimed quickly.
"I--I--have been tempted to think sometimes I might like that sort--of a--fate, but I haven"t had the time. It was work, work, sleep, eat, live for the voice! And--and once or twice it has seemed worth while.
My debut night in Paris when I sang the Juliette waltz-song-just the moment when I realized I could use it as I would and always more volume--and the people! And again the night in New York when I had made it incarnate Elizabeth as she sings to Tannhauser--the night it went away." And as she spoke she dropped her head on her arms folded across her knees.
"Have you picked out the song you are going to sing first when it comes back?" demanded the very young Doctor with a quick note of tenderness in his voice, still under a marvelous control.
"Yes," she answered as she turned her head and peeped up at him with shining eyes, a delicious little burr of a laugh in her throat, "Rings on my fingers, bells on my toes, for Teether Pike. He is wild about my humming it, and dances with his absurd, chubby little legs at the first note. What will he do if I can really sing it? And I"ll sing Beulah Land for Cindy, and I"m sitting on the stile, Mary, for your mother, perhaps, Oh, the kingdom of my heart for Buck, and Drink to me only, for Squire Tutt, hymns for the Deacon--and a paean for you, if I have to order one from New York."
"Do you know," said the Doctor after a long pause in which he lit his cigar and again began to puff rings out into the moonlight, "I"d like to say that you are--are a--perfect wonder."
"You may," she answered with a laugh. Then suddenly she stretched out her hand to him and, as he took it into his, she asked very quietly with just the one word, "When?"
"In a few weeks, I hope," he answered her just as quietly, comprehending her instantly.
"I"ll be good--and wait," she answered him in a Hone of voice that would have done credit to little Bettie Pratt. "Let"s hurry and get that bucket of water; don"t you hear them singing the doxology?"
CHAPTER VI
THE PROVIDENCE TAG-GANG
"Miss Elinory, do you think getting married and such is ketching, like the mumps and chickenpox?" asked Eliza Pike as she sat on the steps at the daintily shod feet of the singer lady, who sat in Mother Mayberry"s large arm-chair, swinging herself and Teether slowly to and fro, humming happily little vagrant airs that floated into her brain on the wings of their own melody. Teether"s large blue eyes looked into hers with earnest rapture and his little head swayed on his slender neck in harmony with her singing.
"Why, Eliza, I"m sure I don"t know. Do you think so?" answered Miss Wingate, as she smiled down into the large eyes raised to hers. The heart-to-heart communions, which she and Eliza found opportunities to hold, were a constant source of pleasure to Miss Wingate, and the child"s quaint little personality unfolded itself delightedly in the sunshine of appreciation from this lady of her adoration.
"Yes"m, I believe I do. Mis" Pratt and Mr. Hoover started it, and last night Mr. Petway walked home with Aunt Prissy and Maw set two racking-chairs out on the front porch for "em. Paw said he was more"n glad to set in the back yard and smoke his pipe. Maw wouldn"t put Teether to bed, but rocked him in her lap "cause he might wake up and disturb "em. She let me set up with her and Paw and he told tales on the time he co"ted her. She said hush up, that co"ting was like mumps and chickenpox and he was about to get a second spell. Does it make you want a beau too, Miss Elinory?"
"Well," answered Miss Wingate slowly with a candor that would have been vouched no other soul save the sympathetic Eliza, "it might be nice."
"I thought you would like one," answered Eliza enthusiastically, "and you know I had done picked out Doctor Tom for you, but since I saw him dress up so good this morning and go to Bolivar to take the train to the City and he got the letter from Miss Alford day before yesterday--that is, Aunt Prissy says Mr. Petway thinks it was from her--I reckon it won"t be fair to get him for you, when she had him first last summer. Oughtn"t you to be fair about taking folk"s beaux just like taking they piece of cake or skipping rope?" Eliza was fast developing a code of morals that bade fair to be both original and sound.
"Yes," answered Miss Wingate with the utmost gravity and not a little perturbation in her voice, "yes, of course. When did Doctor Mayberry go?"
"This morning before you came down-stairs. He give Mother Mayberry some drops for Mis" Bostick and told me, too, how to give "em to her. Mother Mayberry is down there now and I"m a-going to stay with her this afternoon. But I tell you what we can do, Miss Elinory, there is Sam Mosbey--I believe you can get him easy. He picked up a rose you dropped when you went in the store to get your letters the other day, and when Mr. Petway laughed he got red even in his ears. And just this week he have bought a pair of pink suspenders, some sweet grease for his hair and green striped socks. He"ll look lovely when he gets fixed up and I hope you will notice him some." Eliza spoke in the most encouraging of tones of the improvement in appearance of the suitor she was advocating, and was just about to continue her machinations by further enthusiasm when, from down the road at the Bosticks, came Mother Mayberry"s voice calling her, and like a little killdee she darted away to the aid of her confrere.
And for several long minutes Miss Wingate sat perfectly still and looked across the meadow to the sky-line with intent eyes. Teether was busily engaged in drawing by degrees his own pink toes up to his rosy lips in an effort to get his foot into his mouth, an ambition that sways most mortals from their seventh to tenth month. A thin wraith of Miss Alford"s personality had been drifting through the singer lady"s consciousness for some days, but she was positively stunned at this sudden materialization. There come moments in the lives of most women when they get glimpses into the undiscovered land of their own hearts and are appalled thereby. Suddenly she hugged the chuckling baby very close and began a rapid rocking to the humming accompaniment of a rollicking street tune, a seemingly inexplicable but perfectly natural proceeding.
"Well, I"d like to know which is the oldest, you or the baby, honey-bird!" exclaimed Mother Mayberry as she came up the steps in the midst of the frolic. "You and him a-giggling make music like a nest full of young cat-birds. Did you ever notice how "most any down-heart will get up and go a-marching to a laugh tune? I needed just them chuckles to set me up again." As she finished speaking Mother Mayberry seated herself on the top step and Miss Wingate slipped down beside her with the baby in her arms.
"What is the trouble this morning, Mrs. Mayberry?" she asked, as she moved a little closer, so Teether could reach out and nozzle against Mother Mayberry"s shoulder. "Anybody sick?"
"No, not to say sick much," answered Mother, with a touch of wistfulness in her gentle eyes, "but it looks like, day by day, I can see Mis" Bostick slipping away from us, same as one of the white garden lilies what on the third day just closes up its leaves when you ain"t looking and when you go back is gone."
"She isn"t so old she can"t--can"t recuperate when the lovely warm days come to stay this summer, is she?" asked the singer lady with a quick sympathy in her voice and eyes.
"No, she ain"t so old as to die by old age, but what hurts me, child, is that it is just her broke heart giving out. She have always been quiet and gentle-smiling, but since the news of Will"s running off with that money came to Providence she have just been fading away. A mother"s heart don"t break clean over a child, but gets a jagged wound that won"t often heal. When I think of her suffering it puts a hitch in my enjoying of that Tom Mayberry." And Mother blinked away the suspicion of a tear.
"But Mrs. Bostick and the Deacon both are so fond of Doctor Mayberry that it must be a joy to have him such a comfort to them," said Miss Wingate softly, as she carried one of Teether"s pink hands to her lips.
"Yes, child, I know he is all that. Somehow, here in Providence, we women have all tried to put some of our own sister love for one another in our young folks. I hold that when the whole world have learned to cut sister and brother deep enough into they children"s hearts, then His kingdom is a-going to come in about one generation from them. Now there"s a picture that goes on the page with my remarks! Bettie sure do look pretty with that white sunbonnet on her head, and count how many Turners, Pratts, Hoovers and Pikes she have got trailing peacefully behind her, all like full-blood brothers and sisters. I"m so glad she"s a-bringing her sewing to set a spell. Come in, Bettie, here"s a rocker a-holding out arms to you!" Little Hoover was as usual bobbing in Bettie"s arms and he gurgled at the sight of Teether Pike as if in joy at this encounter with his side partner and when deposited upon the floor beside him made a brotherly grab at one of young Pike"s pink feet in the most manifest interest.
"Well, if this just ain"t filling at the price," said the widow as she settled herself in the rocker, and Mother Mayberry established herself in one opposite, while Miss Wingate elected to remain on the step by the babies. "I left Pattie over to my house helping Clara May get a little weed-pulling outen "Lias and Henny in my garden. Buck Peavey have just pa.s.sed by looking like the last of pea-time and the first of frost. I do declare it were right down funny to see Pattie toss her head at him, and them boys both giggled out loud. He ain"t spoke to Pattie for a week "cause she sang outen Sam Mosbey"s hymn-book last Wednesday night at prayer meeting. He"ve got a long-meter doxology face for sure."
"And he"s a-suffering, too," answered Mother Mayberry with the utmost sympathy in her placid face at the troubles of her favorite, Buck, the lover. "To some folks love is a kinder inflammatory rheumatism of the soul and a-deserving of pity."
A vision of a girl at a college commencement with her nose buried in a pink peony, looking up and smiling, flashed across the consciousness of the singer lady and she pressed her head between little Hoover"s chubby shoulders, and acknowledged herself a fit subject for sympathy. To go and not even think of telling her good-by was cruel, and a forlorn little sob stifled itself in the mite"s pink ap.r.o.n.
"Well, folks," broke in the widow"s cheerful voice that somehow reminded one of peaches and cream, "I come over to-day to get a little help and encouragement about planning the wedding. I knowed Miss Elinory would think it up stylish for me and Mis" Mayberry would lend her head to help fitting notions to what can be did. Mr. Hoover"s clover hay will be laid by next week and he says they ain"t nothing more to keep us back. I"ve sewed up four bolts of light caliker, two of domestic, one of blue jeans, and three of gingham into a trousseau for us all to wear on the wedding trip, and Mr. Petway are a-going to take measures and bring out new shoes and tasty hats all "round, next wagon, trip to town. I think we will make a nice genteel show."
"Are you-going to take everybody on the trip?" asked Miss Wingate, roused out of her woe by the very idea of the tour in the company of the seventeen.
"That we are," responded the widow heartily, "but not all to onct.
We"ll have to make two bites of the cherry. The day after the wedding we are a-going to take the two-horse team, a trunk and the ten youngest and go a-visiting over the Ridge at Mr. Hoover"s brother"s, Mr.
Biggers. We won"t stay more"n a week and stop a day or two coming back to see Andy and Carrie Louise. Then we"ll drop the little ones here on you neighbors and pick up the seven big ones, add Buck for a compliment and go on down to the City for two days" high jinks. We"re going to take "em up to the capitol and over the new bridge and we hope to strike some kind of band music going on somewhere for "em to hear. We want a photygraft group of us all, too. We are going to put up at the Teamsters" Hotel up on the Square and Mr. Hoover have got party rates.
He says he are a-going to get that seven town-broke anyway, if it costs two acres of corn. Now won"t we have a good time?" The bright face of the prospective bride fairly radiated with joy at the prospect--Miss Wingate could but be sympathetically involved, and Mother Mayberry beamed with delight at the plan.
"That"ll be a junket that they won"t never a one of "em forget, Bettie!" she exclaimed with approval. "They ain"t nothing in the world so educating as travel. And you can trust a country child to see further and hear more than any other animal on earth. I wouldn"t trust Tom to go to town now without coming back pop-eyed over the ottermobiles," and Mother Mayberry laughed at her own fling at the sophisticated young Doctor. Another dart of agony entered the soul of the singer lady and this time the vision of the girl and the peony was placed in a big, red motor-car--why red she didn"t know, except the intensity of her feelings seemed to call for that color. She was his patient and courtesy at least demanded that he should tell her of his intended absence. What could--
"Well, to come out with the truth," Mrs. Pratt was going on to say by the time Miss Wingate brought herself to the point of listening again, "it"s just the wedding itself that have gave me all these squeems. Why, Mis" Mayberry, how on earth are we a-going to parade all the seventeen into the Meeting-house without getting the whole congregation into a regular giggle? I don"t care, "cause I know the neighbors wouldn"t give us a mean laugh, but I can see Mr. Hoover have got the whole seventeen sticking in his craw at the thought, and I"m downright sorry for him."
"Yes, Bettie, men have got sensitive gullets when it comes to swollering a joke on theyselves," said Mother Mayberry, as she joined in the widow"s merry laugh at the plight of the embarra.s.sed widower.
"Looks like when we all can trust Mr. Hoover to be so good and kind to you and your children, after he have done waded into the marrying of you, we oughter find some way to save his feelings from being mortified. Can"t you hatch out a idea, Elinory?"
"Oh, yes, I know, I know just what to do--it came to me in a flash!"
exclaimed the singer lady with pink-cheeked enthusiasm over the inspiration that had risen from the depths at the call of Mrs. Pratt and brought her up to the surface of life with it for a moment anyway.
"I saw a wedding once in rural England. All the children in the village in a double line along the path to the church, each with baskets of flowers from which they threw posies in front of the bride as she came by them! Let"s get all the children together and mix them up and let them stand along the walk to the church door. It will just make a beautiful picture with no--no thought of--of who belongs to anybody.
Everybody from Pattie and Buck down to little Bettie and Martin Luther!
Won"t it be lovely? I can show them just how to march, down the road with their baskets in their arms, and Mrs. Pratt, you can come from your house with the Deacon and Mr. Hoover can come out of the back of the store--with--with, who is going to be his groomsman?"
"Lawsy me, I hadn"t thought of that," answered the widow. "I"ll tell you, Mr. Pratt"s brother is coming over from Bolivar to the wedding, and as he is a-going to be a kinder relation in law by two marriages with Mr. Hoover, I think it would be nice to ask him."
"Er--yes," a.s.sented the singer lady, controlling a desire to smile at this mix-up of the bride"s present and past relations to life. "The little girls ought to have white dresses and the boys--well, what could the little boys wear?" Miss Wingate felt reasonably sure that white dresses for all the feminine youth of Providence would be forthcoming, but she hesitated at suggesting a costume for the small boys.
"Yes, all the little girls have got white dresses and ribbons and fixings, but dressing up a herd of boys is another thing," answered Mother Mayberry. "If just blue jeans britches could be made to do we might make out to get the top of them rigged out in a white shirt apiece; couldn"t we, Bettie?"
"That we can," answered the bride heartily. "Give me a good day at the sewing-machine, with somebody to cut and somebody to baste, and I will get "em all turned out by sundown. But they feet! Mis" Mayberry, could we get Jem into shoes, do you reckon? About how many bad stumped toes is they in Providence now?"
"Well," answered Mother Mayberry reflectively, "I don"t know about but two, but we can ask "Liza Pike. Thank you for your plan, honey-bird, and we"re a-going to put it through so as to be a credit to you.
Children are sorter going out of style these days and I"m proud to make a show of our"n. Women"s leaving babies outen they calculations is kinder like cutting buds offen the tree of life, and I"m glad no sech fashion have struck Harpeth Hills yet."
"Now, ain"t that the truth?" exclaimed the Widow Pratt. "Sometimes when I read some of the truck about what women have took a notion to turn out and do in the world, I get right skeered about what are a-going to happen to the babies and men in the time to come."
"Don"t worry about "em, Bettie," laughed Mother Mayberry, with a quizzical sparkle in her eyes. "Even when women have got that right to march in the front rank with the men and carry some of the flags, that they are a-contending for, they"ll always be some foolish enough to lag behind with babies on they b.r.e.a.s.t.s, a string of children following and with always a snack in her pocket to feed the broke down front-rankers, men or women. You"ll find most Providence women in that tag-gang, I"m thinking; but let"s do our part in whooping on the other sisters that have got wrongs to right."
"I suppose the world really has done women injustice in lots of ways,"
said the singer lady plaintively, for she had very lately, for the first time in her life, felt the sit-still-and-hold-your-hands-while-he-rides-away grind, and it had struck in deep.