Jeff dashed up-stairs, and surveyed the havoc. He came back breathless with dismay.
"How did it happen?"
"Baby--bath-tub."
"The little--_imp_! Are they spoiled?"
"You saw."
"Yes; colours run together a bit on some, others torn in two. Yet they show what they were, Fiddle--I vow they do. I"d take them just as they are, explain the whole thing, and see what comes of it."
Charlotte raised her head to shake it vigorously. "Offer work in such shape as that? I"m not such a goose."
"Got to do them all over?"
Her head sank again. "If I can get the courage."
"Of course you can," declared Jeff, more cheerfully. "You never lack pluck. Poor girl, I"m mighty sorry, though. It"s simply tough to have it happen at the last minute. You"re all tired out, too--I know you are; you ought never to have to do it all over again."
"If I could just have shown them to Mr. Murdock," said Charlotte, heavily, "and have found out that it was the sort of thing they would like, it wouldn"t seem so hard to do them all over again. But to work for weeks more--and then perhaps have it a failure, after all----"
"I know. Well, I"ve got to be off, or I"ll be late. Mid-term exams this week. Cheer up, Fiddle, maybe you can fix "em up easier than you think."
Late in the afternoon Charlotte came to her uncle for the baby. He had cared for her all day.
"She"s safe with you now?" he asked, with a keen look up into her quiet face.
"I hope so." Charlotte"s cheek was against the little head; she held the baby tenderly.
"When she is in bed to-night will you come and tell me what she did?"
Charlotte shook her head, with a faint smile. "She wasn"t to blame. I left her alone for ten minutes."
"But I should like to know about it," he said, coaxingly. "I have had rather a busy day with Ellen-baby--why not reward me with your confidence?"
But she would not promise; neither did she come. This was exceedingly characteristic of the girl, but Captain Rayburn, his sharp eyes observing in her aspect the signs of misery in spite of a brave attempt to seem cheerful, made up his mind to find out for himself. Twice he encountered her coming down from the attic, and each time she avoided speaking to him.
That night, after everybody was in bed, Captain Rayburn, his canes held under his arm, crept slowly up-stairs, a little electric candle of his own in his pocket. By means of this he soon discovered Charlotte"s ruined work, which she had not yet found heart to remove from the place where she had first laid it, trusting to the privacy of a place which was seldom invaded by anybody.
He sat down on a convenient box and studied the coloured plates and sketches. As he looked, his lips drew into a whistle of surprise and admiration, followed by a long breath of pity for what he was sure he understood.
Jeff, having just dropped off into the sound sleep of the healthy boy, found himself gently punched into wakefulness.
"Come to, Jeff, and tell me what I want to know," said Captain Rayburn, smiling at his nephew in the dim white light from the candle. Jeff raised himself on his pillow.
"Wh-what"s up?" he grunted, blinking like an owl.
"Nothing serious. What was Charlotte going to do with her colour drawings? Show them to some wall-paper manufacturers?"
"What--er--yes--no. What do you know about it?" Jeff was up on his elbow now, staring at his uncle.
"All about it--except that."
"Charlotte tell you? I didn"t think she----"
"She didn"t. I guessed--and found out. You may as well tell me the rest."
"Isn"t it a shame? Poor girl"s worked months on those things; just got "em done. You ought to have seen them; they were great. I told her she could take them as they were, but she wouldn"t hear of it."
"But where were they going?"
"To Mr. Murdock, at Chrystler & Company"s office. He saw something of Charlotte"s once by chance, through a niece of his who"s Charlotte"s friend, and he sent word to Fiddle that she ought to cultivate that colour sense, or whatever it was, I forget what he called it--for she had it to an unusual degree. Charlotte has cultivated it for two years since then, and now--oh, confound that baby! That"s what you get for trying to be a missionary. I wish we"d sent her to an orphanage right off. What"s the use?"
"You don"t feel that "sweet are the uses of adversity"? Sometimes they are, though, son. The little second violin hasn"t given in and wailed about it; I saw no traces of tears."
"No, you"re right you haven"t," agreed Jeff, proudly. "She"s not that sort. She"s all broken up, though, inside, and I don"t blame her."
"No. Jeff, to-morrow--it"s Sat.u.r.day, isn"t it? You must get those drawings early in the morning, while Charlotte is busy with her Sat.u.r.day baking. We"ll have a livery outfit, and you shall drive me down to Chrystler"s."
"Uncle Ray! You"re a trump! It"s just what I said should be done. The work shows perfectly well what she intended, and if a chap like you explains it----"
Captain Rayburn limped away, laughing, his hand red with the tremendous grip his nephew had just given it. It gave him great pleasure to see the way the boy invariably stood by his sister. It was a characteristic of the Birch family, as a whole, which, it may be said, was worth more both to themselves and to the world at large than the possession of almost any other trait.
It was not until dinner was over that Captain Rayburn and his nephew returned, begging pardon for their tardiness, and explaining that they had taken luncheon in the city.
"Fiddle," Jeff said, with a face of preternatural gravity, "come up to Uncle Ray"s room when the dishes are done, will you?"
He vanished before his sister could ask why, and before she could see the grin which overspread his ruddy countenance as he turned away. But something he could not keep out of his voice roused her curiosity, and she made quick work of the dishes.
"Come in, come in!" invited Captain Rayburn, and Jeff rose from the couch, where his nose had been buried among some of his uncle"s periodicals.
There were always books and magazines by the Score wherever Captain Rayburn settled himself for any length of time.
The ex-soldier and the schoolboy eyed each other doubtfully for an instant as Charlotte dropped into a chair. Her usually bright face was still very sober, and her eyelashes swept her cheek as she waited.
Captain Rayburn nodded at Jeff. The boy stood on one foot, then on the other, pushed his hands deep into his pockets, pulled them out again, cleared his throat, laughed nervously, and strode suddenly across the room to his sister. He thrust out his hand as he came to a halt before her. "Congratulations to the distinguished decorator!" he cried, and came to the end, temporarily, of his eloquence.
Charlotte looked up in amazement. Jeff seized her hand and pumped it up and down. She glanced in bewilderment at her uncle, and met his smile of encouragement.
"Mine, too," he said.
"What--" she began, and her voice stuck in her throat. Her heart began to thump wildly. Then Jeff told it all in one burst:
"Uncle Ray found your stuff in the attic--thought it great--woke me up and ground it out of me what you meant to do with it. He was sure, as I was, it was fit to show, and you ought not to do it all over first. Got a horse, drove into Chrystler"s, saw Murdock. He would look at anything, listened to the story about the baby, looked at the stuff. Face changed--didn"t it, Uncle Ray?--from politeness to interest, and all the rest of it. Said the work had faults, of course--you expected that, Fiddle--but it showed promise--"great promise," that"s just what he said. He wants to see everything you do. He wants you to come and see him. He thinks he can use at least two of your rooms, after you"ve made them over. Oh, he was great! You"ve done it, Fiddle, you"ve done it!"
But he was not prepared for the way his sister took the good news. She sat looking solemnly at him for a minute; then she jumped up, turned toward Captain Rayburn with a face on fire with conflicting and uncontrollable emotions, then whirled about and was out of the room like a flash.
"Well, if I ever!" declared Jeff, in intense displeasure, staring at his uncle. But Captain Rayburn"s face was the picture of satisfaction.