"Probably you won"t call this to-night a real party, then. There"s never much that"s exciting at Doctor Agnew"s. He always has an orchestra playing, and we walk round and talk, and usually somebody does something to entertain us--a reading or songs. Maybe you won"t think it"s as festive as you expect."
"Oh, well, I reckon it will be a nice change," said she, with quite unexpected good humour.
In the dressing-room Chester Agnew, the son of the head-master, came up to Just with an expression of mingled pleasure and chagrin.
"Awfully glad to see you, Birch," he said, "I suppose you noticed that we have no music going to-night. It"s a shame, isn"t it? Lindmann"s men have been delayed by a freight wreck on the P. & Q. They were coming home from a wedding down the line somewhere, and telephoned us they couldn"t get out here before midnight. We"ve tried to get some other music, but everything"s engaged somewhere."
"Too bad, but it"s no great matter," Just replied, comfortably. "We can worry along without the orchestra."
"No, you can"t. Mother"s plans for to-night were for a series of national dances, in costume, by sixteen of the juniors, and that"s all up without the music."
"Why won"t the piano do?"
"We haven"t a piano in the house. Yes, I know, but it was Helena"s, and when she was married in November she took it with her. Father hasn"t bought a new one yet, because the other girls don"t play. Now do you see? You"re in for the stupidest evening you"ve had this winter, for it"s too late to get anybody here to do any sort of entertaining."
"That is too bad," admitted Just, thinking of Lucy, and finding himself caring a good deal that she should not think the affair dull. He walked along the hall with Chester to the point where he should meet Lucy, thinking about the situation. Then an idea popped into his head.
"Isn"t your telephone in that little closet off the dining-room?" he asked.
"Yes. Want to use it?"
"Yes. Take Lucy down, will you? You know her. I"ve just thought of something."
Just slipped down to the dining-room. He carefully closed the door of the closet and called up Doctor Churchill. To him he rapidly explained the situation and the remedy which had occurred to him. Doctor Churchill"s voice came back to him in a tone of amused surprise.
"Why, Just, do you think we could carry it through decently? We don"t know the music at all. Oh, play our own and make it fit? What sort will do--ordinary waltzes and two-steps? I shouldn"t mind helping them out, of course, if I thought we could manage it. Better than nothing?
Well--possibly. Better consult Mrs. Agnew before we do anything rash."
Just ran up the rear staircase and down the front one. He found Chester and whispered his plan. Interrupting Chester"s eager grat.i.tude, he asked for somebody who could tell him what music would be needed.
"Mother"s receiving, and so are the girls. Carolyn Houghton will know, I think. She"s been at the rehearsals. I"ll get her."
"Well, are you going to leave me to myself much longer?" Lucy inquired, reproachfully, as Just waited silently beside her for Carolyn.
"Why, I"m awfully sorry," he said, remembering his duties, which in the excitement of the moment he realised he was forgetting. "I hope you"ll excuse me, but I"ve got to help the Agnews out if I can." And he hurriedly told her his plan. She stared at him in astonishment.
"You don"t mean you would come and take the place of a hired orchestra for a reception?" she cried, under her breath.
It was Just"s turn to stare. Then he straightened shoulders which were already pretty square. "Would you mind telling me why not? That is, provided we can do it well enough."
"I think it"s a mighty queer thing to do," insisted Lucy, with disapproval.
Carolyn Houghton appeared and beckoned Just and Chester out into the hall. Lucy followed, not liking to be left alone. Everybody seemed to be forgetting her, although Chester had turned, and said cordially, "That"s right, Miss Lucy! Come and help us plan."
Carolyn lost no time. "It"s fine of you," she said eagerly. "Yes, I"m sure you can do it. Not one person in fifty will know whether the tunes you play are national or not. Something quaint and queer for the Hungarian, and jigsy and gay for the Irish. Castanets in the Spanish dance--have you them?"
"Young Randolph Peyton can work those," began Just, looking at Lucy.
She frowned. "Really, I don"t believe you"d better have him in it," she said, with such an air that Carolyn glanced at her in amazement, and Chester coughed and turned away.
"Oh, very well!" Just answered, instantly. "You can do "em yourself, then, Ches."
"All right," said Chester. "There is a big screen of palms and ferns for the orchestra," he explained, with satisfaction, to Lucy. "n.o.body"ll know who"s performing, anyhow."
"Oh!" said Lucy.
Carolyn had soon convinced Just that the little home orchestra could undertake the music without much fear of failure.
"Of course there"s a chance that the change may put the dancers out, yet I don"t think so. I noticed it was rather simple music, and they"re so well drilled they"re not very dependent on the music. Anyhow, people will be too interested in the costumes and the steps to notice whether the music is strictly appropriate. As long as you give them something in precisely the right time, I don"t believe the change will bother them. I can coach you on that."
"All right," and Just hurried back to the telephone.
Within three-quarters of an hour he had them all there, a laughing crew, ready for what struck them as a frolic for themselves. Chester Agnew carried the instruments behind the screen, and managed to slip the members of the new orchestra one by one from the dining-room doorway to the shelter of the palms without anybody"s being the wiser. In ten minutes more soft music began to steal through the crowded rooms.
"The orchestra has come, after all," said Mrs. Agnew to her husband, in the front room. Her voice breathed relief.
He nodded satisfaction. "So I hear. I don"t know how they managed it, but I accept the fact without question."
"Do you think it"s always safe to do that?" queried his son Chester, coming up in time to hear.
"Accept facts without question? What else can you do with facts?"
"But if they should turn out not to be facts?"
"In this case I have the evidence of my ears," returned the learned man, comfortably, and Chester walked away again, his eyes dancing.
"n.o.body can tell you from Lindmann," he whispered, behind the screen, during an interval.
"That"s good. Hope the delusion keeps up. We don"t feel much like Lindmann," returned Churchill, hastily turning over a pile of music.
"Get your crowd to talking as loud as it can--then we"re comparatively safe. Where"s the second violin part of "King Manfred"? Look out, Just--you hit my elbow twice with your bow-arm last time. These quarters are a bit--There you are, Charlotte. Now take this thing slow, and look to your phrasing. All ready!"
The costume dances did not come until after supper. By that time the Churchills and Birches, behind the screen, had settled down to steady work. During supper a violin, with the "cello and ba.s.s, carried on the music, while Doctor Churchill, Celia and Carolyn Houghton planned a subst.i.tute programme for the dances.
In two cases they found the original music familiar; in most of the others it proved not very difficult to adapt other music. The leaders of the dances were told that whatever happened they were to carry through their parts without showing signs of distress.
"It"s a pretty big bluff," murmured Jeff, leaning back in his chair and mopping a perspiring brow. "Phew-w. but it"s hot in here! I expect to see several of those crazy dances go all to pieces on our account. That Highland Fling! Mind you keep up a ripping time on that. It ought to be piped, not stringed."
Nevertheless, in spite of a good deal of perturbation on the part of both dancers and orchestra, the entertainment went off well enough to be applauded heartily. Certain numbers, notably the South Carolina breakdown, the Irish jig, and the minuet of Washington"s time, "brought down the house," presumably because the music fitted best and bothered the dancers least.
When it was over, the musicians expected to escape before they were found out, thinking the fun Would be the greater if the Agnews did not learn to whom they were indebted until later. But young Chester Agnew defeated this. He instructed half-a-dozen of his friends, and as the final strains were coming to a close, these boys laid hold of the wall of palms and pulled it to pieces. The musicians, laughing and protesting, were shown to the entire company.
A great murmur of surprise was followed by a burst of applause and laughter, in the midst of which Doctor and Mrs. Agnew hurried to the front, followed by their daughters, who had already discovered the truth, but had been warned by their brother to keep quiet about it.
"My dear friends!" exclaimed the head-master. "Is it possible that it is you who have filled the gap so successfully? Well, really, what shall we say to such kindness?"
"Mrs. Churchill--Doctor Churchill--Miss Birch--all of you," Mrs Agnew was saying, in her surprise, "what a very lovely thing to do! It has been too kind of you. We appreciate it more than we can tell you. You must come out at once and have some supper."
"The evening would have been spoiled without you!" cried Jessica Agnew, and Isabel said the same thing. Chester was loud in his praises, and indeed, the orchestra received an ovation which quite overwhelmed it. It went out to supper presently, escorted by at least twenty young people.