"Yes, she"s a dear. I"m so glad we kept her. That makes me realise she"s had quite enough excitement for to-night. I must carry her off to bed.
Perhaps you"d all better--"
"No, you don"t!" said Just, with a rebellious laugh. "Just because you"ve set up a sanatorium and a kindergarten you can"t send your brothers off to bed at nine o"clock. I want a good visit with you after the infants and invalids are in bed."
"All right, big boy," promised Charlotte, rejoicing in the affectionate look he gave her.
She had been anxious that her marriage should in no way interfere with the old brotherly and sisterly relations, and it was a long time since she had had a confidential talk with her youngest brother. Jeff was always coming to her precisely as in the old days, with demands for interest and advice; but Just had seemed a little farther away.
So when she had seen the "infants and invalids" happily gone to rest, and after a quiet hour of family talk about the fireside had said good-night to all the others, Charlotte turned to Just with a look of welcome as fresh and inviting as if the evening had but now begun.
Doctor Churchill had gone to make a bedtime call upon a patient critically ill, and the two were quite alone.
"This is jolly," said Just, settling himself on a couch pillow at her feet, his long legs stretched out to the fire, his head resting against his sister"s knee. "Now I"m going to tell you everything that"s happened to me since you were married. Not that there"s anything wonderful to tell, or that I"m in any sc.r.a.pe, you know, but I"d like to feel I"ve got my sister and that she cares--just as much as ever." He twisted his head about till he could look up into the warm, sweet face above him. "_Does_ she care as much as ever?"
It was an unusual demonstration from the big boy, now at the age when sisterly companionship is often despised, and Charlotte appreciated it.
More than Justin Birch could understand was in her voice as her fingers rested upon his hair, but what she said gave him great satisfaction, although it was only a blithe:
"Just as much--and a little more, dear. Tell me the whole story. There"s nothing I"d like so much to hear."
CHAPTER V
"Evelyn! Miss Evelyn Lee! Where are you?"
Jeff"s shout rang up the stairs, and in obedience to its imperative summons Evelyn immediately appeared at the head.
"Yes, Mr. Jefferson Birch," she responded. "Is the house on fire?"
"Not a bit, but I"m anxious for your hearing. I"ve been roaring gently all over the house without a result, except to scare three patients in Andy"s office. Won"t you come down?"
She descended slowly, but she neither clung to the rail nor sat down to rest half-way, as she had done when she first came under the Churchill roof.
Her face was acquiring the soft bloom of a flower, her eyes were full of light and interest. She still looked slim and frail, but she was beginning to show signs of waxing health very pleasant to see for those who had grown as interested in her as if she were a young sister of their own.
"I"ve an invitation for you from Carolyn Houghton for an impromptu sleigh-ride to-night. Don"t you suppose you can go? I"ll take all sorts of care of you and see that you don"t get too tired. You"ve met Carolyn; she"s a jolly girl to know, and she told me to bring you if possible."
Evelyn dropped into a chair. "Oh, how I should love to go!" she said. "I never went on a sleigh-ride like that in my life. Do you go all together in a big load?"
"Yes--a regular prairie-schooner of a sleigh. Holds a dozen of us, packed like sardines, so n.o.body can get cold. We take hot soapstones and rugs and robes, and we go only twelve miles, to a farmhouse where we get a hot supper--oysters and hot biscuit and maple-syrup, and all sorts of good things. You must go."
"If I only could!" sighed Evelyn. "I"m so afraid they won"t think I can."
"They will, if _you_ think you can," a.s.serted Jeff. "You"re up to it, aren"t you? You needn"t do a thing. Six of the crowd are going to give a little play. I"ll get the load started home early, and we"ll come back flying. Be here by midnight at the latest. It"ll do you good, I know it will."
"O Mrs. Churchill!" breathed Evelyn, as Charlotte appeared from the hall.
"O Evelyn Lee!" answered Charlotte, smiling back at the eager face.
"Yes, I heard most of it, Jeff, for I was coming down-stairs, and you weren"t exactly whispering. It"s an enticing plan, isn"t it?"
"Of course it is. And it"s magnificent weather for the affair. Not cold a bit and no wind; moonlight due if no clouds come up. Evelyn can"t get cold. I"ll keep her done up to the tip of her nose, and be so devoted n.o.body else will have a chance to worry her. Say she may go. Don"t you see the disappointment would be worse for her than the trip?"
"You artful pleader, I"m not sure but it would. If Doctor Churchill agrees, Evelyn, I"ll let you try it. On one condition, Jeff--that you really do get back by midnight. For a girl who has been put to bed for weeks at nine that"s late enough."
Evelyn went about all day with a lighter step than her friends had yet seen her a.s.sume.
"Now remember, I trust her absolutely to your care," Charlotte said to Jeff that evening, as he appeared, his arms full of accessories for making his charge comfortable.
Evelyn, in furs and heavy coat, smiled at her escort. "I"m not a bit afraid," she said. "Oh, what a beautiful night! The moon is out. Is that the sleigh coming up the street now, with all those horns? What fun!"
"I want to put Miss Lee right in the middle of everything!" Jeff called out, as the sleighload stopped. "I"m particularly requested not to let a breath of frost strike her."
"Come on, here"s just the spot," answered Carolyn Houghton, holding out a welcoming hand; and then the girl from the South, who had never known the sleighing-party of the North, found herself being whirled away over the road, to an accompaniment of youthful merriment, bursts of songs and tooting of horns.
Before it seemed possible the twelve miles of fine sleighing had been covered, and the old farmhouse, its door flung hospitably open at the sound of the horns, was invaded by the gay band.
Evelyn, in a quaint up-stairs bedroom, lighted by kerosene lamps and warmed by a roaring wood fire in an old-fashioned box stove, was attended by Carolyn Houghton, who was, as Jeff had said, a "jolly girl to know." Herself a blooming maid with black locks and carnation cheeks, Carolyn admired intensely Evelyn"s auburn hair and fair complexion.
"Don"t you think she"s the dearest thing?" she whispered to a friend, as they descended the stairs. "There"s something so soft and sweet and ladylike about her, as if n.o.body could be slangy or loud before her, you know. Yet she isn"t a bit dull; she just _sparkles_ when you get her interested and happy. I do want her to have a good time to-night."
There could be no doubt that Evelyn was having a good time. Everything pleased her, everybody interested her. It seemed to her that she had never seen such charming young people before.
The little play made her laugh till she was as flushed and gay as a child. Those with whom Evelyn showed herself so delighted became equally delighted with her, and before the evening was over she was feeling that she had always known these young friends, had forgotten that she had ever been an invalid, and was indeed "sparkling," as Carolyn Houghton had said, in a way that drew all eyes toward her in admiration.
Jeff, indeed, stared at her as if he had never seen her before.
"I"m sure this isn"t hurting you a bit," he said in her ear, as the evening slipped on. "You must be feeling pretty well, for I"ve never seen you so jolly. I"m going to do the prescribing after this. I know what"s good for little girls."
"I believe you do," Evelyn answered. "No, I"m not a bit tired. Why, is it almost eleven?"
"Yes, and time to go, if we live up to our promises. Seems a pity, doesn"t it? But it doesn"t pay to break your word, so as soon as you girls can get into your toggery we"ll be off."
"Of course, we must keep our promise," agreed Evelyn, with decision, and straightway she went up-stairs for her wraps. The other girls followed more reluctantly.
""Goodness, girls, look out!" cried somebody from the window. "Did you ever see it so thick? The barns are just down there, where that glimmer is, but you can"t see them at all."
"All the more fun," said another girl.
"We"re pretty far out in the country, and the road"s awfully winding. I hope we get home all right."
"Oh, nonsense!" said some one else, with great positiveness. "I should know the way with my eyes shut. Besides, it was as clear as a bell when we came. It can"t have been snowing long enough to block things in the least."
They found it had done so however, when they descended to the sleigh.
That vehicle had been brought close to the porch, that the girls might not have to walk through the deep snow. The air was so full of the whirling white particles that from the farther end of the sleigh one could barely see the horses.