"_Becky_--Becky Bannister!"
In another moment she was out on the platform, and he was holding her hands, protesting in the meantime, "You"ll get wet, my dear----"
"Oh, I want to be rained on, Randy. It"s so heavenly to have you home.
I caught Jefferson on the way down. I didn"t even wait to get my hat."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "It"s so heavenly to have you home."]
She did not need a hat. It would have hidden her hair. George Dalton, watching her from the door, decided that he had never seen such hair, bronze, parted on the side, with a thick wave across the forehead, it shaded eyes which were clear wells of light.
She was a little thing with a quality in her youth which made one think of the year at the spring, of the day at morn, of Botticelli"s Simonetta, of Sh.e.l.ley"s lark, of Wordsworth"s daffodils, of Keats" Eve of St. Agnes--of all the lovely radiant things of which the poets of the world have sung----
Of course Dalton did not think of her in quite that way. He knew something of Browning and little of Keats, but he had at least the wit to discern the rareness of her type.
As for the rest, she wore faded blue, which melted into the blue of the mists, stubbed and shabby russet shoes and an air of absorption in her returned soldier. This absorption Dalton found himself subconsciously resenting. Following an instinctive urge, he emerged, therefore, from his chrysalis of ill-temper, and smiled upon a transformed universe.
"My raincoat, Kemp," he said, and strode forth across the platform, a creature as shining and splendid as ever trod its boards.
Becky, beholding him, asked, "Is that Major Prime?"
"No, thank Heaven."
Jefferson, steering the Major expertly, came up at this moment. Then, splashing down the red road whirled the gorgeous limousine. There were two men on the box. Kemp, who had been fluttering around Dalton with an umbrella, darted into the waiting-room for the bags. The door of the limousine was opened by the footman, who also had an umbrella ready. Dalton hesitated, his eyes on that shabby group by the mud-stained surrey. He made up his mind suddenly and approached young Paine.
"We can take one of you in here. You"ll be crowded with all of those bags."
"Not a bit. We"ll manage perfectly, thank you," Randy"s voice dismissed him.
He went, with a lingering glance backward. Becky, catching that glance, waked suddenly to the fact that he was very good-looking. "It was kind of him to offer, Randy."
"Was it?"
Nothing more was said, but Becky wondered a bit as they drove on. She liked Major Prime. He was an old dear. But why had Randy thanked Heaven that the other man was not the Major?
III
The Waterman motor pa.s.sed the surrey, and Dalton, straining his eyes for a glimpse of the pretty girl, was rewarded only by a view of Randy on the front seat with his back turned on the world, while he talked with someone hidden by the curtains.
Perhaps the fact that she was hidden by the curtains kept Dalton"s thoughts upon her. He felt that her beauty must shine even among the shadows--he envied Major Prime, who sat next to her.
The Major was aware that his position was enviable. It was worth much to watch these two young people, eager in their reunion. "Becky Bannister, whom I have known all my life," had been Randy"s presentation of the little lady with the shining hair.
"Grandfather doesn"t know that I came, or Aunt Claudia. They felt that your mother ought to see you first and so did I. Until the last minute. Then I saw Jefferson driving by--I was down at the gate to wave to you, Randy--and I just came----" her gay laugh was infectious--the men laughed with her.
"You must let me out when we get to Huntersfield, and you mustn"t tell--either of you. We are all to dine together to-night at your house, Randy, and when you meet me, you are to say--"_Becky_"--just as you did to-day, as if I had fallen from the skies."
"Well, you did fall--straight," Randy told her. "Becky, you are too good to be true; oh, you"re too pretty to be true. Isn"t she, Major?"
"It is just because I am--American. Are you glad to get back to us, Randy?"
"Glad," he drew a long breath. Nellie, who had wedged herself in tightly between her master and Jefferson, wriggled and licked his hand.
He looked down at her, tried to say something, broke a little on it, and ended abruptly, "It"s Heaven."
"And you weren"t hurt?"
"Not a scratch, worse luck."
She turned to Major Prime and did the wise thing and the thing he liked. "You were," she said, simply, "but I am not going to be sorry for you, shall I?"
"No," he said, "I am not sorry for--myself----"
For a moment there was silence, then Becky carried the conversation into lighter currents. "Everybody is here for the Horse Show next week. Your mother"s house is full, and those awful Waterman people have guests."
"One of them came down with us."
"The good-looking man who offered us a ride?"
"Oh, of course if you like that kind of looks, he"s the kind of man you"d like," said Randy, "but coming down he seemed rather out of tune with the universe."
"How out of tune?"
"Well, it was hot and he was hot----"
"It is hot, Randy, and perhaps he isn"t used to it."
"Are you making excuses for him?"
"I don"t even know him."
Major Prime interposed. "His man was a corking little chap, never turned a hair, as cool as a cuc.u.mber, with everybody else sizzling."
They were ascending a hill, and the horse went slowly. Ahead of them was a buggy without a top. In the buggy were a man and a woman. The woman had an umbrella over her, and a child in her arms.
"It"s Mary Flippin and her father. See if you can"t overtake them, Jefferson. I want you to see Fiddle Flippin, Randy."
"Who is Fiddle Flippin?"
"Mary"s little girl. Mary is a war bride. She was in Petersburg teaching school when the war broke out, and she married a man named Branch. Then she came home--and she called the baby Fidelity."
"I hope he was a good husband."
"n.o.body has seen him, he was ordered away at once. But she is very proud of him. And the baby is a darling. Just beginning to walk and talk."
"Stop a minute, Jefferson, while I speak to them."
Mr. Flippin pulled up his fat horse. He was black-haired, ruddy, and wide of girth. "Well, well," he said, with a big laugh, "it is cer"n"y good to see you."
Mary Flippin was slender and delicate and her eyes were blue. Her hair was thick and dark. There was Scotch-Irish blood in the Flippins, and Mary"s charm was in that of duskiness of hair and blueness of eye.