But there"s Vee, her wheat-colored hair fluffin" about her seash.e.l.l ears and her big gray eyes watchin" me sort of quizzin" and impish. "Well, Mr. Private Secretary?" says she.
"When does the rest of the chorus come on?" says I.
"The what?" says Vee.
"The full panel," says I. "Aunty"s planned to have the S. R. O. sign out on my evenin"s, ain"t she?"
At which Vee tosses her head. "How silly!" says she. "No one else is expected that I know of. Why?"
"Oh, she might think we"d be lonesome," says I. "Honest, I was lookin"
for a bunch; but if it"s only a mixed foursome, that ain"t so bad. I got the scheme, though. She counts Westy as better than a crowd. "Safety First" is her motto. But who"s the Peevish Priscilla here, that"s so tickled to see me come in she has to turn away to hide her emotion?"
"Doris?" says Vee. "Oh, we got to know her on the steamer coming back from the Mediterranean last winter. Stunning, isn"t she?"
"Specially her manners," says I. "Almost paralyzin"."
"Oh, that"s just her way," says Vee. "Really, she"s very nice when you get to know her. I"m rather sorry for her too. Her home life is--well, not at all congenial. That"s one reason why I asked her to visit me for a week or so."
"That"s the easiest thing you do, ain"t it," says I, "bein" nice to folks that ain"t used to it?"
"Thank goodness," says Vee, "someone has discovered my angelic qualities at last! Go on, Torchy, think of some more, can"t you?" And she claps her hands enthusiastic.
"Quit your spoofin"," says I, "or I"ll ring for Aunty and tell how you"ve been kiddin" the guest of honor. I might talk easier too, if we could adjourn to the window alcove over there. No rule against that, is there?"
Didn"t seem to be. And we"d have had a perfectly good chat if it hadn"t been for Doris. Such a restless young female! First she wants to drum something out on the piano herself. Then she must have Vee come show her how it ought to go. Next she wants to practice a new fancy dance, and so on. She keeps Westy trottin" around, and Vee comin" and goin", and things stirred up gen"rally. One minute she"s gigglin" hysterical over nothin" at all, and the next she"s poutin" sulky.
Anyway, she managed to queer the best part of the evenin", and I"d just settled down with Vee in a corner when the big hall clock starts to chime ten, and in through the draperies marches Aunty. It ain"t any accidental droppin" in, either. She glances at me stern and suggestive and nods towards the door. So it was all over!
"Say," I whispers to Vee as I does a draggy exit, "if Doris is to be with us again, would you mind my bringin" a clothesline and ropin" her to the piano?"
Maybe it wa"n"t some discouragin" a week later to find the same pair still on the job, with Doris as much of a peace disturber as ever. I got a little more of her history sketched out by Vee that night. Seems that Doris didn"t really belong, for all her airs. Her folks had only lived up in the West 70"s for four or five years, and before that----
"Well, you know," says Vee, archin" her eyebrows expressive, "on the East Side somewhere."
You see, Father had been comin" strong in business of late,--antiques and house decoratin". I remember havin" seen the name over the door of his big Fifth-ave. shop,--Leo Ull. You know there"s about five hundred per cent, profit in that game when you get it goin", and while Pa Ull might have started small, in an East 14th Street bas.e.m.e.nt, with livin"
rooms in the rear, he kept branchin" out,--gettin" to Fourth-ave., and fin"lly to Fifth, jumpin" from a flat to an apartment, and from that to a reg"lar house.
So the two boys went to college, and later on little Doris, with long braids down her back and weeps in her eyes, is sent off to a girls"
boardin" school. By the time her turn came too, the annual income was runnin" into six figures. Besides, Doris was the pet. And when Pa and Ma Ull sat down to pick out a young ladies" culture fact"ry for her the process was simple. They discarded all but three of the catalogues, savin" them that was printed on the thickest paper and havin" the most halftone pictures, and then put the tag on the one where the rates was highest. Near Washington, I think it was; anyway, somewhere South,--board and tuition, two thousand dollars and up; everything extra, from lead pencils to lessons in court etiquette; and the young ladies limited to ten new evenin" dresses a term.
Maybe you"ve seen products of such exclusive establishments? And if you have perhaps you can frame up a faint picture of what Doris was like after four years at Hetherington Hall and a five months" trip abroad chaperoned by the Baroness Parcheezi. No wonder she didn"t find home a happy spot after that!
"Her brothers are quite nice, I believe," says Vee. "They"re both married, though. Mr. Ull is not so bad, either,--a little crude perhaps; but he has learned to wear a frock coat in the shop and not to talk to lady customers when he has a cigar between his teeth. But Mrs.
Ull--well, she hasn"t kept up, that"s all."
"Still on East 14th Street, eh?" says I.
Vee admits that nearly states the case. "And of course," she goes on, "she doesn"t understand Doris. They don"t get on at all well. So when Doris told me how lonely and unhappy she was at home and begged me to visit her for a week in return--well, what could I do? I"m going back with her Monday."
"Then," says I, "I see where I cut next Friday off the calendar."
"Unless," suggests Vee, droppin" her long eyelashes coy, "you were not too stupid to think of----"
"Say," I breaks in, "gimme that number again, will you? Suppose I could duck meetin" Westy if I came the first evenin"?"
"If you"re at all afraid of him, you shouldn"t run the risk," comes back Vee.
"Chance is my middle name," says I. "Only him stickin" around does make a room so crowded. I didn"t know but he might miss a night occasionally."
Vee sticks the tip of her tongue out. "Just two during the last ten days, if you want to know," says she.
"Huh!" says I. "Must think he holds a season ticket."
I couldn"t make out, either, what it was that Vee seems so amused over; for as near as I can judge she was never very strong for Sappy herself.
Maybe it was just a string she was handin" me.
Havin" decided on that, I waits patient until eight-fifteen Monday evenin", and then breezes cheery and hopeful through the Ulls" front door and into the front room. No Westy in sight, or anybody else. The maid says the young ladies are in somewhere, and she"ll tell "em I"ve come.
So I wanders about amongst the furniture, that"s set around almost as thick as in a showroom,--heavy, fancy pieces, most likely ones that had been sent up from the store as stickers. The samples of art on the walls struck me as a bit gaudy too, and I was tryin" to guess how it would seem if you had to live in that sort of clutter continual, when out through the slidin" doors from the lib"ry appears Sappy the Constant.
"The poor prune!" thinks I. "I wonder if I"ve got time to work up some scheme of puttin" the skids under him?"
But instead of givin" me the haughty stare as usual he rushes towards me smilin" and excited. "Oh, I say!" he breaks out. "Torchy, isn"t it?
Well, I--I"ve got a big piece of news."
"I know," says I. "Someone"s told you that the Panama Ca.n.a.l"s full of water."
"No, no!" says he. "It--it"s about me. Just happened, you know. And really I must tell someone."
I had a choky sensation in my throat about then, and my breath came a little short; but I managed to get out husky, "Well, toss it over."
Westy beams grateful. "Isn"t it wonderful?" says he. "I--I"ve got her!"
"Eh?" I gasps, grippin" a chair back.
"She just told me," says he, "in there. She"s--she"s wearing my ring now."
Got me right under the belt buckle, that did. I felt wabbly and dizzy for a second, and I expect I gawps at him open faced. Then I takes a brace. Had to. I don"t know how well I did it either, or how convincin"
it sounded, but I found myself shakin" him by the mitt and sayin": "Congratulations, Westlake. You--you"ve got a girl worth gettin", believe me!"
"Thanks awfully, old man," says he, still pumpin" my arm up and down. "I can hardly realize it myself. Awfully bad case I had, you know. And now, while I have the courage, I suppose I"d best see her mother."
"Wha-a-at?" says I, starin" at him.
"I know," says he, "it isn"t being done much nowadays, but somehow I think I ought. You know I haven"t even met Mrs. Ull as yet."
I hope he was so fussed he didn"t notice that sigh of relief I let out; for I"ll admit it was some able-bodied affair,--a good deal like shuttin" off the air in a brake connection, or rippin" a sheet. Anyway, I made up for it the next minute.
"You and Doris, eh?" says I, poundin" him on the back hearty. "Ain"t you the foxy pair, though? Well, well! Here, let"s have another shake on that. But why not see Father and tell him about it? Know the old gent, don"t you?"