"Huh!" says I. "One of these fam"ly ringmasters, is he?"
That was it, and from Ferdie"s description I gathered that old Adam K.
was a reg"lar domestic tornado, once he got started. Maybe you know the brand? And it seems Pa Pulsifer was the limit. So long as things went his way he was a prince,--right there with the jolly haw-haw, fond of callin" wifey pet names before strangers, and posin" as an easy mark,--but let anybody try to pull off any programme that didn"t jibe with his, and black clouds rolled up sudden in the West.
"I do hope," goes on Ferdie, "that nothing of that sort occurs while we are here."
So did I, for more reasons than one. What I wanted was peace, and plenty of it, with Vee more or less disengaged.
Nothin" could have been more promisin" either than the openin" of that first dinner party. Pa Pulsifer had showed up about six o"clock from the Country Club, with his rugged, hand-hewed face tinted up cheery. Some of it was sunburn, and some of it was rye, I expect, but he was glad to see all of us. He patted Marjorie on the cheek, pinched Vee by the ear, and slapped Ferdie on the back so hearty he near knocked the breath out of him. So far as our genial host could make it, it was a gay and festive scene. Best of all too, I"d been put next to Vee, and I was just workin"
up to exchangin" a hand squeeze under the tablecloth when, right in the middle of one of Pa Pulsifer"s best stories, there floats in through the open windows a crash that makes everybody sit up. It sounds like breakin" gla.s.s.
"Hah!" snorts Pulsifer, scowlin" out into the dark. "Now what in blazes was that?"
"I--I think it must have been something in the kitchen, Dear," says Mrs.
Pulsifer. "Don"t mind."
"But I do mind," says he. "In the first place, it wasn"t in the kitchen at all, and if you"ll all excuse me, I"ll just see for myself."
Meanwhile Edna has turned pale, Marjorie has almost choked herself with a bread stick, and Ferdie has let his fork clatter to the floor. Ma Pulsifer is bitin" her lip; but she"s right there with the soothin"
words.
"Please, Dear," says she, "let me go. They want you to finish your story."
It was a happy touch, that last. Pa Pulsifer recovers his napkin, settles back in his chair, and goes on with the tale, while Mother slips out quiet. She comes back after a while, springs a nervous little laugh, and announces that it was only the gla.s.s in one of the hotbed frames.
"Some stupid person taking a short cut across the grounds, I suppose,"
says she.
Didn"t sound very convincin" to me; but Pulsifer had got started on another boyhood anecdote, and he let it pa.s.s. I had a hunch, though, that Mrs. Pulsifer hadn"t told all. I caught a glance between her and Edna, and some flashes between Edna and Vee, and I didn"t need any sixth sense to feel that something was in the air.
No move was made, though, until after coffee had been served in the lib"ry and Pa Pulsifer was fittin" his fav"rite Harry Lauder record on the music machine.
First Mrs. Pulsifer slips out easy. Next Edna follows her, and after them Marjorie and Vee, havin" exchanged some whispered remarks, disappears too. Maybe it was my play to stick it out with Ferdie and the old boy, but I couldn"t see any percentage in that, with Vee gone; so I wanders casual into the hall, b.u.t.ts around through the music room, follows a bright light at the rear, and am almost run down by Marjorie hurrying the other way sleuthy.
"Oh!" she squeals. "It"s you, is it, Torchy? S-s-s-sh!"
"What you shushin" about?" says I.
"Oh, it"s dreadful!" puffs Marjorie. "He--he"s come!"
"That Gilkey guy?" says I.
"Ye-e-es," says she. "But--but how did you know?"
"I"m a seventh son, born with a cowlick," says I. "Was it Gilkey made his entrance through the cuc.u.mber frame?"
It was. Also he"d managed to cut himself in the ankles and right wrist.
They had him in the kitchen, patchin" him up now, and they was all scared stiff for fear Pa Pulsifer would discover it before they could send him away.
"He"ll be a nut if he don"t," says I, "with all you women out here. Your game is to chase back and keep Pulsifer interested."
"I suppose you"re right," says Marjorie. "Let"s tell them."
So I follows into the big kitchen, where I finds the disabled Romeo propped up in a chair, with the whole push of "em, includin" the fat cook, a couple of maids, and the butler, all tryin" to bandage him in diff"rent spots. He"s a big, gawky-lookin" young gent, with a thick crop of pale hair and a solemn, serious look on his face, like he was one of the kind that took everything hard. As soon as Marjorie gives "em my hint about goin" back to Father there"s a gen"ral protest.
"Oh, I can"t do it!" says Edna.
"He would notice at once how nervous I am," groans Mrs. Pulsifer.
"But you don"t want him walking out here, do you?" demands Marjorie.
That settled "em. They bunched together panicky and started back for the lib"ry.
"I"ll stay and attend to the getaway," says I. "n.o.body"ll miss me."
"Thank you," says Gilkey; "but I"m not sure I wish to go away. I came to see Edna, you know."
"So I hear," says I. "Unique idea of yours too, rollin" in the hotbeds first."
"I--I was only trying to avoid meeting Mr. Pulsifer," says he; "exploring a bit, you see. I could hear voices in the dining-room; but I couldn"t quite look in. There was a little shed out there, though, and by climbing on that I could get a view. That was how I lost my balance."
"Before you go callin" again," says I, "you ought to practice roostin"
in the dark. Say, the old man must have thrown quite a scare into you last time."
"I am not afraid of Mr. Pulsifer, not a bit," says he.
"Well, well!" says I. "Think of that!"
"Anyway," says he, "I just wasn"t goin" to be driven off that way.
It--it isn"t fair to either of us."
"Then it"s a clear case with both of you, is it?" says I.
"We are engaged," says Gilkey, "and I don"t care who knows it! It"s not her money I"m after, either. We don"t want a dollar from Mr. Pulsifer.
We--we just want each other."
"Now you"re talkin"!" says I; for, honest, the simple, slushy way he puts it across sort of wins me. And if that was how the case stood, with Edna longin" for him, and him yearnin" for Edna, why shouldn"t they? If I"m any judge, Edna wouldn"t find another right away who"d be so crazy about her, and anyone who could discover charms about Gilkey ought to be rewarded.
"See here!" says I. "Why not sail right in there, look Father between the eyes, and hand that line of dope out to him as straight as you gave it to me?"
He gawps at me a second, like I"d advised him to jump off the roof.
"Do--do you think I ought?" says he.
I has to choke back a chuckle. Wanted my advice, did he? Well, say, I could give him a truckload of that!
"It depends," says I, "on how deep the yellow runs in you. Course it"s all right for you to register this leader about not bein" scared of him.
You may think you ain"t, but you are all the same; and as long as you"re in that state you"re licked. That"s the big trouble with most of us,--bein" limp in the spine. We"re afraid of our jobs, afraid of what the neighbors will say, afraid of our stomachs, afraid of to-morrow. And here you are, prowlin" around on the outside, gettin" yourself messed up, and standin" to lose the one and only girl, all because an old stuff like Pulsifer says "Boo!" at you and tells you to "Scat!" Come on now, better let me lead you out and see you safe through the gate."