"I a.s.sure you we"re feeling pretty rich, to-day, too, old fellow."
It was all over presently--a very simple, natural sort of affair, with the warm October sunlight streaming through the richly coloured windows upon the figures at the altar, touching Celia"s bright hair into a halo, and sending a ruby beam across the trailing folds of Charlotte"s bridal gown.
There was no display of any sort. The whole effect was somehow that of a girl being married in the enclosing circle of her family, without thought of the hundreds of eyes upon her. A quiet wedding breakfast followed, at which Doctor Forester and his son, the latter lately returned from a long period of study abroad, were the only guests.
Doctor Churchill"s housekeeper, Mrs. Fields, although invited to be present as a guest insisted on remaining in the kitchen.
"Just as if," she said, when everybody in turn remonstrated with her, "when I"ve looked after that boy"s food from the days when he ate nothing but porridge and milk, I was going to let anybody else feed him with his wedding breakfast!"
But this part of the business of getting married was also soon over.
Doctor Churchill was to take his bride away for a month"s stay in a little Southern resort among the mountains, dear to him by old a.s.sociation. It was the first vacation he had allowed himself during these four years of his practice, and his eyes had been sparkling as he planned it. They were sparkling again now, as he stood waiting for Charlotte to say good-bye and come away with him, but his face spoke his sympathetic understanding of those who were finding this the hardest moment which had yet come to them.
"Take care of her, Andy," was what, in almost the same words, they all more or less brokenly said to him at last; and to each and all he answered, in that way of his they loved and trusted, "I will."
From Andrew Churchill it was a.s.surance enough.
CHAPTER II
"There! Doesn"t that look like a "Welcome Home"?"
Celia stood in the doorway and surveyed her handiwork. Mrs. Birch, from an opposite threshold, nodded, smiling.
"It does, indeed. You have given the whole house a festival air which will captivate Andy"s heart the instant he sets eyes on it. As for our little Charlotte--"
She paused, as if it were not easy to put into words that which she knew Charlotte would think. But Celia went on gleefully:
"Charlotte will be so crazy with delight at getting home she will see everything through a blur at first. But when we have all gone away and left them here, then Charlotte will see. And she"ll be glad to find traces of her devoted family wherever she looks."
She pointed from the little work-box on the table by the window, just equipped and placed there by her mother"s hand, to the book-shelf made and put up in the corner by Jeff. She waved her hand at a great wicker armchair with deep pockets at the sides for newspapers and magazines, which had been Mr. Birch"s contribution to the living-room, and at the fine calendar which Just had hung by the desk. Her own offerings were the dressing-table furnishings up-stairs.
All these were by no means wedding gifts, but afterthoughts, inspired by a careful inspection of the details of Doctor Churchill"s bachelor home, and the noting of certain gaps which only love and care would be likely to fill.
In four hours now the travellers would be at home, in time, it was expected, for the late dinner being prepared by Mrs. Hepzibah Fields.
For the present, at least, Mrs. Fields was to remain. "I"ve had full proof of Charlotte"s ability to cook and to manage a house," Doctor Churchill had said, when they talked it over, "and I want her free this first year, anyway, to work with her brush and pencil all she likes, and to go about with me all I like."
Mrs. Fields, although a product of New England, had spent nearly half her life in Virginia, in the service of the Churchills. She had drawn a slow breath of relief when this decision had been made known to her, and had said fervently to Doctor Churchill:
"I expect I know how to make myself useful without being conspicuous, and I"m sure I think enough of both of you not to put my foot into your housekeeping. That child"s worked pretty hard these four years since I"ve known her, and a little vacation won"t hurt her."
So it had been settled, and Mrs. Fields was now getting up a dinner for her "folks," as she affectionately termed them, which was to be little short of a feast.
Charlotte had written that she and Andy wanted the whole family to come to dinner with them that first night. All day Celia and her mother had been busy getting the little house, already in perfect order, into that state of decorative cheer which suggests a welcome in itself. Now, with Just"s offering of ground-pine, and Celia"s scarlet carnations all about the room, a fire ready laid in the fireplace, and lamps and candles waiting to be lighted on every side, there seemed nothing to be desired.
"I suppose there"s really not another thing we can do," said Celia.
"Absolutely nothing more, that I can see," agreed Mrs. Birch, taking up her wraps from the chair on which they lay. "You can run over and light up at the last minute. Really, how long it seems yet to seven o"clock!"
"Doesn"t it? And how good it will be to get the dear girl back! Well, the first month has gone by, mother dear. The worst is over."
Celia spoke cheerfully, but her words were not quite steady. Mrs. Birch glanced at her.
"You"ve been a brave daughter," she said, with the quiet composure which Celia understood did not always cover a peaceful heart. "We shall all grow used to the change in time. I think sometimes we"re not half thankful enough to have Charlotte so near."
"Oh, I think we are!" Celia protested.
"The children have had a beautiful month. Haven"t their letters been--What"s that?"
It was nothing more startling than the front door-bell, but this was so seldom rung at the bachelor doctor"s house, where everybody who wanted him at all wanted him professionally at the office, that it sent Celia hastily and anxiously to the door. It was so impossible at this hour, when the travellers were almost home, not to dread the happening of something to detain them. At the same moment Mrs. Field put her head in at the dining-room door. "Land, I do hope it ain"t a telegram!" she observed, in a loud whisper.
It was not a telegram. It was a pale-faced little woman in black, with two children, a boy and a girl, beside her. Celia looked at them questioningly.
"This is Doctor Churchill"s, isn"t it?" asked the stranger, with a hesitating foot upon the threshold. "Is he at home?"
"He is expected home--he will be in his office to-morrow," Celia answered, thinking this a new patient, and feeling justified in keeping Doctor Churchill"s first evening clear for him if she could. But the visitor drew a sigh of relief, and came over the threshold, drawing her children with her. Celia gave way, but the question in her face brought the explanation:
"I reckon it"s all right, if he"s coming so soon. I"m his cousin, Mrs.
Peyton. These are my children. I haven"t seen Andrew since he was a boy at college, but he"ll remember me. Are you--" She hesitated.
Mrs. Birch came forward. "We are the mother and sister of Mrs.
Churchill," she said, and offered her hand. "Doctor Churchill was expecting you?"
"Well, maybe not just at this time," admitted the newcomer, without reluctance. "I didn"t know I was coming myself until just as I bought my ticket for home. I happened to think I was within sixty miles of that place in the North where I knew Andrew settled. So I thought we"d better stop and see him and his new wife."
There was nothing to do but to usher her in. With a rebellious heart Celia led Mrs. Peyton into the living-room and a.s.sisted her and the children out of their wrappings. All sorts of strange ideas were occurring to her. It was within the bounds of possibility that these people were not what they claimed to be--she had heard of such things.
She was unwilling to show them to Charlotte"s pretty guest-room, to offer them refreshment, even to light the fire for them.
It was too bad, it was unbearable, that the home-coming for which she and her mother had made such preparation should be spoiled by the presence of these strangers. To be sure, if she was Andrew"s cousin she was no stranger to him, yet Celia could not recollect that he had ever spoken of her, even in the most casual way.
But her hope that in some way this might prove to be a case of mistaken ident.i.ty was soon extinguished. When she had slipped away to the kitchen, at a suggestion from her mother that the guests should be served with something to eat, she found that information concerning Mrs.
Peyton was to be had from Mrs. Fields.
"Peyton? For the lands" sake! Don"t tell me she"s here! Know her? I guess I do! Of all the unfortunate things to happen right now, I should consider her about the worst calamity. What is she? Oh, she ain"t anything--that"s about the worst I can say of her. There ain"t anything bad about her--oh, no. Sometimes I"ve been driven to wish there was, if I do say it! She"s just what I should call one of them characterless sort of folks--kind of soft and silly, like a silk sofy cushion without enough stuffing in it. Always talking, she is, without saying anything in particular. I don"t know about the children. They were little things when I saw "em last. What do you say they look like?"
"The girl is about fourteen, I should think," said Celia, getting out tray and napkins. "She"s rather a pretty child--doesn"t look very strong. The boy is quite a handsome fellow, of nine or ten. Oh, it"s all right, of course, and I"ve no doubt Doctor Churchill will be glad to see any relatives of his family. Only--if it needn"t have happened just to-day!"
"I know how you feel," said the housekeeper. "Here, let me fix that tray, Miss Celia; you"ve done enough. I suppose we"ve got to feed "em and give "em a room. Ain"t it too bad to put them in that nice spare room? No, I don"t believe the doctor"ll be powerful pleased to see "em, though I don"t suppose he"ll let on he ain"t. Trouble is, she"s a stayer--one of the visiting kind, you know. Mis" Churchill, doctor"s mother, used to have her there by the month. _There_ was what you may call a genuine lady, Miss Celia. She"d never let a guest feel he wasn"t welcome, and I guess Andy--I guess the doctor"s pretty much like her.
Well, well!"
Mrs. Fields sighed, and Celia echoed the sigh. Nevertheless, the little hint about Doctor Churchill"s mother took hold.
Celia knew what Southern hospitality meant. If Mrs. Peyton had been accustomed to that, it must be a matter of pride not to let her feel that Northern homes were cold and comfortless places by comparison. By the time she had shown the visitors to Charlotte"s guest-room, and had made up a bed for the boy on a wide couch there, Celia had worked off a little of her regret. Nevertheless, when Jeff and Just heard the news, their disgust roused her to fresh rebellion.
"I call that pretty nervy," Jeff declared, indignantly, "to walk in on people like this, without a word of warning! n.o.body but an idiot would expect people just coming home from their honeymoon to want to find their house filled up with cousins."