"Oh, Andy"s relatives"ll turn up now," said Just, cynically. "People he never heard of. I"ll bet he won"t know this woman till he"s introduced."
"Yes, he will. I"ve found her name on the list we sent announcements to," Celia said, dismally. "I didn"t notice at the time, because there were ever so many friends of his, people in all parts of the world.
"Mrs. Randolph Peyton," that"s it."
"Hope Mr. Randolph Peyton"ll get anxious to see her, and send for her to come home at once!" growled Jeff.
"She"s in mourning. I presume she"s a widow," was all the comfort Celia could give him.
"Then she"ll stay all winter!" cried Just with such hopeless inflection that his sister laughed.
When she went over at half past six o"clock, to light the fire, she found the three visitors gathered in the living-room. She had hoped they might stay up-stairs at least until the first welcome had been given to Charlotte and Andrew. But it turned out that Mrs. Peyton had inquired of Mrs. Fields the exact hour of the expected arrival, and presumably had considered that since the Peytons represented Doctor Churchill"s side of the house, their part in his welcome home was not to be gainsaid.
Mr. Birch, Jeff, Just, and Mrs. Birch with little Ellen, presently appeared. Lansing had gone back to his law school, but a great bunch of roses represented him. It had been Charlotte"s express command that n.o.body should go to the station to meet the returning travellers, but that everybody should be in the little brick house to welcome them when they should drive up.
"Here they are! Here they are!" shouted Just, from behind a window curtain, where he had been keeping close watch on the circle of radiance from the nearest arc-light. There was a rush for the door. Jeff flung it open, and he and Just raced to the hansom which was driving up. The rest of the party crowded the doorway, Mrs. Peyton and Lucy and Randolph being of the group.
"How are you, everybody?" called Doctor Churchill"s eager voice, as he and Charlotte ran up the walk to the door, Jeff and Just following.
"Well, this is fine! Father--mother--Celia--my little Ellen--bless your hearts, but it"s good to see you!"
How could anybody help loving a son-in-law like that? One would have thought they were indeed his own. While Charlotte remained wrapped in her mother"s embrace, Doctor Churchill was greeting them all twice over, with apparently no eyes for the three he had not expected to see. For the moment it was plain that he had not recognized them, and supposed them to be strangers to whom he would presently be made known.
But now, as somebody moved aside and the light struck upon her, he caught the smile on Mrs. Peyton"s face. He left off shaking Jeff"s hand, and made a quick movement toward the little figure in black.
"Why, Cousin Lula!" he exclaimed.
Charlotte, at the moment hugging little Ellen with laughter and kisses, turned at the cry, and saw her husband greeting with great cordiality these strange people whom she, too, had supposed to be the guests of her mother.
"Charlotte," said Doctor Churchill, turning about, "this is my cousin, Mrs. Peyton, of Virginia--and her children."
Charlotte came forward, cordially greeted Mrs. Peyton and Lucy and Randolph, and led them into the living-room as if the moment were that of their arrival instead of her own.
"She has the stuff in her, hasn"t she?" murmured Just to Jeff, as the two stood at one side of the fireplace.
"Could you ever doubt it?" returned Jeff, with as much emphasis as can be put into a mumbled retort. Jeff had been Charlotte"s staunchest champion all his life.
"Ah, Fieldsy, but I"m glad to be back!" Doctor Churchill a.s.sured his housekeeper, in the kitchen, to which he had soon found his way. "We"ve had a glorious time down in the Virginia mountains, but this is home now, as it never was before, and it"s great fun to be here. How are you?
You"re looking fine."
"And I"m feeling fine," a.s.sented Mrs. Fields, her spare face lighted into something like real comeliness by the pleasure in her heart. "Just one thing, Doctor Andy. I"m terrible sorry them relatives of yours happened along just now. If I"d gone to the door--well--I don"t believe but I"d have seen my way clear to--"
Churchill shook his head, smiling. "No, Fieldsy, you know you wouldn"t.
Besides, Cousin Lula looks far from well, and she"s had a lot of trouble. It"s all right, you know. My, but this is a good dinner we have coming to us!"
He went off gaily. Mrs. Fields looked after him affectionately.
"Oh, yes, Andy Churchill, it"s plain to be seen your heart"s in the right place as much as ever it was, if you have got married," she thought.
"O Fieldsy,"--and this time it was Charlotte who invaded the kitchen and grasped the housekeeper"s hands--"how good it seems to be back! But I can"t realise a bit I"m at home over here, can you?"
"You"ll soon get used to it, I guess, Mis" Churchill."
"Oh, and _that_ sounds strange--from you!" declared Charlotte, laughing.
"I"d begun to get a little bit used to it down in Virginia. If you don"t say "Miss Charlotte" once in a while to me I shall feel quite lost."
"I guess Doctor Churchill "d have something to say about that, if I should. I don"t believe but what he"s terrible proud of that name."
It was certainly a name n.o.body seemed able to "get used to." Just called his sister by the new t.i.tle once during the evening. They were at the table when he thus addressed her, and there followed a succession of comments.
"Don"t you dare call her that when I"m round!" remarked Jeff.
"I actually didn"t understand at first whom you meant," said Celia.
"I"ve not forgotten how long it took me to learn that my name was Birch," said Charlotte"s mother, with a smile so bright that it covered the involuntary sigh.
"Is Aunty Charlotte my Aunty Churchill now?" piped little Ellen. Lucy and Randolph Peyton laughed.
"Of course, she is, dumpling, only you can keep on calling her Aunty Charlotte. And I"m your Uncle Andy. How do you like that?"
"Oh, I like that!" agreed Ellen, and edged her chair an inch nearer "Uncle Andy."
Dinner over, Celia bore Ellen home to bed. Charlotte suggested the same possibility for the Peyton children, but although it was nearing nine o"clock, both refused so decidedly that after a glance at their mother, who took no notice, Charlotte said no more.
Randolph grew sleepy in his chair, and Doctor Churchill presently took pity on him. He sat down beside the lad and told him a story of so intentionally monotonous a character that Randolph was soon half over the border. Then the doctor picked him up, and with the drooping head on his shoulder observed, pleasantly:
"This lad wants his bed, Cousin Lula. May I take him to it?"
Mrs. Peyton, engaged in telling Mr. Birch her opinion of certain Northern inst.i.tutions she had lately observed, nodded absently. Doctor Churchill ascended the stairs, and Charlotte, slipping from the room, ran up ahead of him to get Randolph"s cot in readiness.
"That"s it, old fellow! Wake up enough to let me get your clothes off,"
Churchill bade the sleep-heavy child. "Can you find his nightclothes, Charlotte? Cousin Lula seems to have unpacked. That"s it. Thank you!
Now, Ran, you"ll be glad to be in bed, won"t you? Can you wake up enough to say your prayers, son? No? Well that"s not altogether your fault," he said, softly, and smiled at Charlotte. "I think we"d better invite Lucy up, too, don"t you?"
"Won"t she--Mrs. Peyton--think we"re rather cool?" Charlotte suggested, as they tucked the boy in.
"Not a bit. She"ll be glad to have the job off her hands. The youngsters are tired, and ought to have been in bed an hour ago. Stay here, and I"ll run down after Lucy."
On the stairs, as they descended, after Charlotte had seen Lucy to her quarters, they met Jeff.
"Been putting the kids to bed?" he questioned curiously, under his breath. "Well, you"re great. Their mother doesn"t seem much worried about it. She"s quite a talker. Guess she didn"t notice what happened.
Say, I"m going. It"s ten o"clock. You two ought to have a chance to look "round without any more company to-night. Justin slipped off while you were up-stairs. Told me to say good-night. Father and mother are only waiting for a pause in your cousin"s conversation long enough to throw in a word of their own before they get up." He made an expressive gesture.
"You know mother"s invariable rule," he chuckled, "never to get up to go at the end of one of your guest"s conversational sprints, but always to wait until you can interrupt yourself, so to speak. Well--I don"t mean any disrespect to the lady from Virginia, Andy, but I"m afraid mother"ll have to make an exception to that rule, or else remain for the night."
The three laughed softly, Charlotte"s hand on her brother"s shoulder, as she stood on the step above him.
"You mustn"t say any saucy things, Jeffy," said she, with a soft touch on his thick locks.
"I won"t. I"m too tickled to have you back--both of you. We missed Fiddle pretty badly," he said to Doctor Churchill, "but we found time to miss you almost as much. There have been several times while you"ve been gone that I"d have welcomed the _chug_ of your runabout under my window, waking me up in the middle of the night."