"I know it," said the child gravely.
Boots looked down at her; she smiled and laid her head, with its cl.u.s.tering curls, against his shoulder, watching the game below with the quiet composure of possession.
Their relations, hers and Lansing"s, afforded infinite amus.e.m.e.nt to the Gerards. It had been a desperate case from the very first; and the child took it so seriously, and considered her claim on Boots so absolute, that neither that young man nor anybody else dared make a jest of the affair within her hearing.
From a dimple-kneed, despotic, strenuous youngster, ruling the nursery with a small hand of iron, in half a year Drina had grown into a rather slim, long-legged, coolly active child; and though her hair had not been put up, her skirts had been lowered, and shoes and stockings subst.i.tuted for half-hose and sandals.
Weighted with this new dignity she had put away dolls, officially.
Unofficially she still dressed, caressed, forgave, or spanked Rosalinda and Beatrice--but she excluded the younger children from the nursery when she did it.
However, the inborn necessity for mimicry and romance remained; and she satisfied it by writing stories--marvellous ones--which she read to Boots. Otherwise she was the same active, sociable, wholesome, intelligent child, charmingly casual and inconsistent; and the list of her youthful admirers at dancing-school and parties required the alphabetical cla.s.sification of Mr. Lansing.
But Boots was her own particular possession; he was her chattel, her thing; and he and other people knew that it was no light affair to meddle with the personal property of Drina Gerard.
Her curly head resting against his arm, she was now planning his future movements for the day:
"You may do what you please while I"m having French," she said graciously; "after that we will go fishing in Brier Water; then I"ll come home to practice, while you sit on the veranda and listen; then I"ll take you on at tennis, and by that time the horses will be brought around and we"ll ride to the Falcon. You won"t forget any of this, will you? Come on; Eileen and Gerald have finished and there"s Dawson to announce luncheon!" And to Gerald, as she climbed down to the ground: "Oh, what a m.u.f.f! to let Eileen beat you six--five, six--three! ...
Where"s my hat? ... Oh, the dogs have got it and are tearing it to rags!"
And she dashed in among the dogs, slapping right and left, while a facetious dachshund seized the tattered bit of lace and muslin and fled at top speed.
"That is pleasant," observed Nina; "it"s her best hat, too--worn to-day in your honour, Boots... . Children! Hands and faces! There is Bridget waiting! Come, Phil; there"s no law against talking at table, and there"s no use trying to run an establishment if you make a mockery of the kitchen."
Eileen, one bare arm around her brother"s shoulders, strolled houseward across the lawn, switching the shaven sod with her tennis-bat.
"What are you doing this afternoon?" she said to Selwyn. "Gerald"--she touched her brother"s smooth cheek--"means to fish; Boots and Drina are keen on it, too; and Nina is driving to Wyossett with the children."
"And you?" he asked, smiling.
"Whatever you wish"--confident that he wanted her, whatever he had on hand.
"I ought to walk over to Storm Head," he said, "and get things straightened out."
"Your laboratory?" asked Gerald. "Austin told me when I saw him in town that you were going to have the cottage on Storm Head to make powder in."
"Only in minute quant.i.ties, Gerald," explained Selwyn; "I just want to try a few things... . And if they turn out all right, what do you say to taking a look in--if Austin approves?"
"Oh, please, Gerald," whispered his sister.
"Do you really believe there is anything in it?" asked the boy.
"Because, if you are sure--"
"There certainly is if I can prove that my powder is able to resist heat, cold, and moisture. The Lawn people stand ready to talk matters over as soon as I am satisfied... . There"s plenty of time--but keep the suggestion in the back of your head, Gerald."
The boy smiled, nodded importantly, and went off to remove the stains of tennis from his person; and Eileen went, too, turning around to look back at Selwyn:
"Thank you for asking Gerald! I"m sure he will love to go into anything you think safe."
"Will you join us, too?" he called back, smilingly--"we may need capital!"
"I"ll remember that!" she said; and, turning once more as she reached the landing: "Good-bye--until luncheon!" And touched her lips with the tips of her fingers, flinging him a gay salute.
In parting and meeting--even after the briefest of intervals--it was always the same with her; always she had for him some informal hint of the formality of parting; always some recognition of their meeting--in the light touching of hands as though the symbol of ceremony, at least, was due to him, to herself, and to the occasion.
Luncheon at Silverside was anything but a function--with the children at table and the dogs in a semicircle, and the nurses tying bibs and admonishing the restless or belligerent, and the wide French windows open, and the sea wind lifting the curtains and stirring the cl.u.s.ter of wild flowers in the centre of the table.
Kit-Ki"s voice was gently raised at intervals; at intervals some grinning puppy, unable to longer endure the nourishing odours, lost self-control and yapped, then lowered his head, momentarily overcome with mortification.
All the children talked continuously, unlimited conversation being permitted until it led to hostilities or puppy-play. The elders conducted such social intercourse as was possible under the conditions, but luncheon was the children"s hour at Silverside.
Nina and Eileen talked garden talk--they both were quite mad about their fruit-trees and flower-beds; Selwyn, Gerald, and Boots discussed stables, golf links, and finally the new business which Selwyn hoped to develop.
Afterward, when the children had been excused, and Drina had pulled her chair close to Lansing"s to listen--and after that, on the veranda, when the men sat smoking and Drina was talking French, and Nina and Eileen had gone off with baskets, trowels, and pruning-shears--Selwyn still continued in conference with Boots and Gerald; and it was plain that his concise, modest explanation of what he had accomplished in his experiments with Chaosite seriously impressed the other men.
Boots frankly admitted it: "Besides," he said, "if the Lawn people are so anxious for you to give them first say in the matter I don"t see why we shouldn"t have faith in it--enough, I mean, to be good to ourselves by offering to be good to you, Phil."
"Wait until Austin comes down--and until I"ve tried one or two new ideas," said Selwyn. "Nothing on earth would finish me quicker than to get anybody who trusted me into a worthless thing."
"It"s plain," observed Boots, "that although you may have been an army captain you"re no captain of industry--you"re not even a non-com.!"
Selwyn laughed: "Do you really believe that ordinary decency is uncommon?"
"Look at Long Island," returned Boots. "Where does the boom of worthless acreage and paper cities land investors when it explodes?"
Gerald had flushed up at the turn in the conversation; and Selwyn steered Lansing into other and safer channels until Gerald went away to find a rod.
And, as Drina had finished her French lesson, she and Lansing presently departed, brandishing fishing-rods adorned with the gaudiest of flies.
The house and garden at Silverside seemed to be logical parts of a landscape, which included uplands, headlands, sky, and water--a silvery harmonious ensemble, where the artificial portion was neither officiously intrusive nor, on the other hand, meagre and insignificant.
The house, a long two-storied affair with white shutters and pillared veranda, was built of gray stone; the garden was walled with it--a precaution against no rougher intruder than the wind, which would have whipped unsheltered flowers and fruit-trees into ribbons.
Walks of hardened earth, to which green mould clung in patches, wound through the grounds and threaded the three little groves of oak, chestnut, and locust, in the centres of which, set in circular lawns, were the three axes of interest--the stone-edged fish-pond, the spouting fountain, and the ancient ship"s figurehead--a wind-worn, sea-battered mermaid cuddling a tiny, finny sea-child between breast and lips.
Whoever the unknown wood-carver had been he had been an artist, too, and a good one; and when the big China trader, the _First Born_, went to pieces off Frigate Light, fifty years ago, this figurehead had been cast up from the sea.
Wandering into the garden, following the first path at random, Selwyn chanced upon it, and stood, pipe in his mouth, hands in his pockets, surprised and charmed.
Plunkitt, the head gardener, came along, trundling a mowing-machine.
"Ain"t it kind "er nice," he said, lingering. "When I pa.s.s here moonlight nights, it seems like that baby was a-smilin" right up into his mamma"s face, an" that there fish-tailed girl was laughin" back at him. Come here some night when there"s a moon, Cap"in Selwyn."
Selwyn stood for a while listening to the musical click of the machine, watching the green shower flying into the sunshine, and enjoying the raw perfume of juicy, new-cut gra.s.s; then he wandered on in quest of Miss Erroll.
Tulips, narcissus, hyacinths, and other bulbs were entirely out of bloom, but the earlier herbaceous borders had come into flower, and he pa.s.sed through ma.s.ses of pink and ivory-tinted peonies--huge, heavy, double blossoms, fragrant and delicate as roses. Patches of late iris still lifted crested heads above pale sword-bladed leaves; sheets of golden pansies gilded s.p.a.ces steeped in warm transparent shade, but larkspur and early rocket were as yet only scarcely budded promises; the phlox-beds but green carpets; and zinnia, calendula, poppy, and coreopsis were symphonies in shades of green against the dropping pink of bleeding-hearts or the nascent azure of flax and spiderwort.
In the rose garden, and along that section of the wall included in it, the rich, dry, porous soil glimmered like gold under the sun; and here Selwyn discovered Nina and Eileen busily solicitous over the tender shoots of favourite bushes. A few long-stemmed early rosebuds lay in their baskets; Selwyn drew one through his b.u.t.tonhole and sat down on a wheelbarrow, amiably disposed to look on and let the others work.