He had known her for many years. She was his wife"s distant cousin, and had been her dearest friend. She had taught in a private school before she opened her shop, and Jean had been one of her pupils. Since Mrs. McKenzie"s death it had been Emily who had mothered Jean.
The Doctor had always liked her, but without enthusiasm. His admiration of women depended largely on their looks. His wife had meant more to him than that, but it had been her beauty which had first held him.
Emily Bridges had been a slender and diffident girl. She had kept her slenderness, but she had lost her diffidence, and she had gained an air of distinction. She dressed well, her really pretty feet were always carefully shod and her hair carefully waved. Yet she was one of the women who occupy the background rather than the foreground of men"s lives--the kind of woman for whom a man must be a Columbus, discovering new worlds for himself.
"Yon are a miser," the Doctor repeated.
"Wouldn"t you be, under the same circ.u.mstances? If it were, for example, surgical instruments--anaesthetics--? And you knew that when they were gone you wouldn"t get any more?"
He did not like logic in a woman. He wanted to laugh and tease. "Jean told me about the white elephant."
"Well, what of it? I have him at home--safe. In a big box--with moth-b.a.l.l.s--" Her lips twitched. "Oh, it must seem funny to anyone who doesn"t feel as I do."
The door of the rear room opened, and Jean came in, carrying in her arms an a.s.sortment of strange creatures which she set in a row on the floor in front of her father.
"There?" she asked, "what do you think of them?"
They were silhouettes of birds and beasts, made of wood, painted and varnished. But such ducks had never quacked, such geese had never waddled, such dogs had never barked--fantastic as a nightmare--too long--too broad--exaggerated out of all reality, they might have marched with Alice from Wonderland or from behind the Looking Gla.s.s.
"I made them, Daddy."
"You--."
"Yes, do you like them?"
"Aren"t they a bit--uncanny?"
"We"ve sold dozens; the children adore them."
"And you haven"t told me you were doing it. Why?"
"I wanted you to see them first--a surprise. We call them the Lovely Dreams, and we made the ducks green and the p.u.s.s.y cats pink because that"s the way the children see them in their own little minds--"
She was radiant. "And I am making money, Daddy. Emily had such a hard time getting toys after the war began, so we thought we"d try. And we worked out these. I get a percentage on all sales."
He frowned. "I am not sure that I like that."
"Why not?"
"Don"t I give you money enough?"
"Of course. But this is different."
"How different?"
"It is my own. Don"t you see?"
Being a man he did not see, but Miss Emily did. "Any work that is worth doing at all is worth being paid for. You know that, Doctor."
He did know it, but he didn"t like to have a woman tell him. "She doesn"t need the money."
"I do. I am giving it to the Red Cross. Please don"t be stuffy about it, Daddy."
"Am I stuffy?"
"Yes."
He tried to redeem himself by a rather tardy enthusiasm and succeeded.
Jean brought out more Lovely Dreams, until a grotesque procession stretched across the room.
"Tomorrow," she announced, triumphantly, "we"ll put them in the window, and you"ll see the children coming."
As she carried them away, Doctor McKenzie said to Emily, "It seems strange that she should want to do it."
"Not at all. She needs an outlet for her energies."
"Oh, does she?"
"If she weren"t your daughter, you"d know it."
On the way home he said, "I am very proud of you, my dear."
Jean had tucked her arm through his. It was not raining, but the sky was full of ragged clouds, and the wind blew strongly. They felt the push of it as they walked against it.
"Oh," she said, with her cheek against his rough coat, "are you proud of me because of my green ducks and my pink p.u.s.s.y cats?"
But she knew it was more than that, although he laughed, and she laughed with him, as if his pride in her was a thing which they took lightly. But they both walked a little faster to keep pace with their quickened blood.
Thus their walk became a sort of triumphant progress. They pa.s.sed the British Emba.s.sy with the Lion and the Unicorn watching over it in the night; they rounded the Circle and came suddenly upon a line of motor cars.
"The Secretary is dining a rather important commission," the Doctor said; "it was in the paper. They are to have a war feast--three courses, no wine, and limited meats and sweets."
They stopped for a moment as the guests descended from their cars and swept across the sidewalk. The lantern which swung low from the arched entrance showed a spot of rosy color--the velvet wrap of a girl whose knot of dark curls shone above the ermine collar. A Spanish comb, encrusted with diamonds, was stuck at right angles to the knot.
Beside the young woman in the rosy wrap walked a young man in a fur coat who topped her by a head. He had gray eyes and a small upturned mustache--Jean uttered an exclamation.
"What"s the matter?" her father asked.
"Oh, nothing--" she watched the two ascend the stairs. "I thought for a moment that I knew him."
The great door opened and closed, the rosy wrap and the fur coat were swallowed up.
"Of course it couldn"t be," Jean decided as she and her father continued on their wonderful way.
"Couldn"t be what, my dear?"
"The same man, Daddy," Jean said, and changed the subject.