"By George!" says Nutt, slappin" his knee enthusiastic. "Couldn"t you get me in on that affair, Bob?"
"Why--er--I might," says Mr. Robert. "I didn"t know, though, that you were pa.s.sionately fond of violin music. It"s to be rather a cla.s.sical programme, and----"
"Cla.s.sic be blowed!" says Nutt. "What I want is a fair whack at Sukey.
Seen him, haven"t you?"
Mr. Robert shakes his head.
"Well, wait until you do," says Hamilton. "Say, he"s a rare treat, Sukey. About as big as a fox terrier, and just as snappy. Oh, you"ll love Sukey! If he doesn"t hand you something peppery before you"ve known him ten minutes, then I"m mistaken. Know what he used to call your sister Marjorie, summer before last? Baby Dimple! After a golf ball, you know. That"s a sample of Sukey"s tongue."
Mr. Robert shrugs his shoulders. "Quite her own affair, I suppose," says he.
"Oh, she didn"t mind," says Nutt. "Everyone stands for Sukey--on account of his music. Only he is such a conceited, sn.o.bbish little whelp that it makes you ache to cuff him. Couldn"t, of course. Why, he"ll begin sniveling if you look cross at him! But it would be great sport to---- Say, Bob, who"s going to be there--anyone special?"
"Only the family," says Mr. Robert, "and a few of Marjorie"s friends, such as Verona Hemmingway and--er--Torchy here, and Josephine Billings, who"s just come for the week-end."
"What!" says Hamilton. "Joey Billings? Say, she"s a good sort, Joey; bully fun, and always in for anything. You ought to see her shoot! Yes, Sir! Bring down quail with a choke-bore, or knock over a buck deer with a rifle. Plays billiards like a wizard, Joey does, and can swat a golf ball off the tee for two hundred yards. She"s a star. Staying at Ferdie"s, eh? Must be a great combination, she and Sukey. I"d like to see "em together. Say, old man, let me in on this musicfest if you can, will you?"
Course there wa"n"t much left for Mr. Robert to do but promise, and while he don"t do it with any great enthusiasm, Mr. Hamilton don"t seem a bit discouraged. In fact, just before he goes he has a chucklin" fit like he"d been struck by some amazin" comic thought.
"I have it, Bob!" says he, poundin" Mr. Robert on the back. "I have it!"
"Anything you"re likely to recover from?" remarks Mr. Robert.
"Never mind," says Nutt. "You wait and see! And the first chance you get ask Sukey if he"s afraid of bears."
Just to finish off the afternoon too, and make the Corrugated gen"ral offices seem more like a fam"ly meetin" place, about four o"clock in blows Sister Marjorie from the shoppin" district, trailin" a friend with her; a stranger too. First off, from a hasty glimpse at the hard-boiled lid and the man"s collar and the loose-fittin" top coat, I thought it was some chappy. So it"s more or less of a shock when I discovers the short skirt and the high walkin" boots below. Then I tumbled. It"s Joey, the real sport!
Believe me, she looked the part! One of these female good fellows, you know, ready to roll her own dope sticks, or sit in with the boys and draw three to a pair. Built substantial and heavy, Joey was, but not lumpy, like Marjorie. She swings in swaggery, gives Mr. Robert the college hick greetin", and when I"m introduced to her treats me to a grip that I felt the tingle of for half an hour.
"h.e.l.lo, Kid!" says she. "I"ve heard of you. Torchy, eh? Well, the name"s a fine fit."
"Yes," says I, "I was baptized with my hat off."
"Ripping!" says she. "I like that. Torchy! Couldn"t be better."
"Not so poetic as Crimson Rambler," says I, "but easier to remember."
Hearty chuckles from Joey. "You"re all right, Torchy," says she, rumplin" my hair playful.
Not at all hard to get acquainted with, Joey. One of the free and easy kind that gets to call men by their front names durin" the first half-hour. But somehow them"s the ones that always seem to hang longest on the branch. You"ve noticed? Take Joey now,--well along towards thirty, so I finds out later, but still untagged and unchosen. Maybe she likes it better that way. Who knows? And, as Nutt Hamilton has suggested, it would be int"restin" to see her and Sukey lined up together.
That ain"t exactly why I"m so early showin" up at the Ellins" house the night of the musical--not altogether. But what Vee and I has to say to one another durin" the half-hour we managed to slip over on Aunty don"t matter. Vee was supposed to be arrangin" some flowers in the drawin"
room, and I--well, I was helpin". My long suit, arrangin" flowers; that is, when the planets are right.
But it goes quick. Pretty soon others begun b.u.t.tin" in, and by eight-thirty there was a roomful, includin" Vee"s Aunty, who watches me as severe as if I was a New Haven director. Joey Billings floats in too.
And I got to admit that in an evenin" gown she ain"t such a worse looker. Course her jaw outline is a trifle strong, and she has quite a swing to her hips; but she"s so good-natured and cheerful lookin" that you "most forget them trifles.
And Blair Hisc.o.c.k, in his John Drew regalia, looks even thinner and whiter than ever; but he struts around as perky and important as if he was Big Bill Edwards. First off he has to have the piano turned the other way. Then, when he goes to unlimber his music rack, it develops that a big vase of American Beauties is too near his elbow. He glares at "em pettish.
"Can"t those things be taken out?" says he. "I detest heavy odors while I"m playin"!"
So the flowers are carted off. Then some draperies just back of him must be pulled together, so he won"t feel a draught. After that he has the usual battle with his violin strings, while the audience waits patient, only exchangin" a smile now and then when Blair shows his disposition strongest.
At last, though, after makin" the accompanist take two fresh starts, he"s off. Some goulash rhapsody, I believe it was, by a guy whose name sounds like a sneezin" fit. But, take it from me, that sharp-faced little wisp could do things to a violin! Zowie! He could just naturally make it sing, with weeps and laughs, and moans and giggles, and groans and cusswords, all strung along a jumpy, jerky little air that sort of played hide and seek with itself. Music? I should quiver! He had us all sittin" up with our ears stretched, and when he finishes and the applause starts in like a sudden shower on a tin roof what does he do but turn away with a bored look and shoot some spicy remark at the young lady pianist!
Next he gives a lullaby kind of thing, that"s as sweet and touchin" as anything Farrar or Gluck could put over. He"s just windin" that up and we"re gettin" ready with more handclaps, when----
"Woof! Woof-woof!"
Some of the ladies gasps panicky. I got a little start myself, before I tumbled to what it was; for in through the draperies behind Sukey has shuffled about as good an imitation of a black bear as you"d want to see; a big, bulky bear, all complete, even to the dishpan paws and the wicked little eyes. It"s scuffin" along on all-fours, waddlin" lifelike from side to side and lettin" out that deep, grumbly "Woof! Woof!"
remark.
Blair is so deep in his music that he don"t hear it for a minute. Then he must have caught on from the folks in front that something was up.
He stops, glarin" indignant through his big gla.s.ses. Then he turns.
It wa"n"t exactly a scream he lets out, nor a moan. It"s the sort of a weird, m.u.f.fled noise you"ll sometimes make in your sleep, after a late welsh rabbit. I didn"t think he could turn any whiter; but he does. His face has about as much color left in it as a marshmallow.
Then the thing on the floor rears up on its hind legs until it tops Blair by two feet, and there comes another of them deep "Woofs!"
I was lookin" for him to pa.s.s away complete; but he don"t. He sets his jaw, tosses his violin on a chair, grabs the music rack, and swings it over his shoulder defiant.
"Come on, you brute!" he breathes husky. "I don"t know what you are; but----"
Just what happens next, though, is a cry of "Shame, shame!" Someone dashes from the back row of chairs, and we sees Joey Billings makin" a clutch at the bear"s head. It came off too, with a rip of snap hooks, and reveals Nutt Hamilton"s big moon face with a wide grin on it.
"You, eh?" says Joey. "I thought as much. Your old masquerade trick! And anyone else would have had better sense. Don"t you think you"re beast enough without----"
"Stop!" breaks in Blair, his lips blue and trembly and the tears beginnin" to trickle down his nose. "You--you"ve no right to interfere.
I--I was going to smash him. I"ll kill the big brute! I--I"ll----"
Once more Joey does the right thing; for Blair is blubberin" hysterical and the scene is gettin" worse. So she just tucks him under one arm, claps a hand over his mouth, and lugs him kickin" and strugglin" into the lib"ry, givin" Nutt a shove to one side as she brushes by.
You can guess too there was some panicky doin"s in the Ellins"s drawin"
room for the next few minutes; Mr. Robert and Marjorie and others tryin"
to tell Hamilton what they thought of him, all at the same time. And Nutt was takin" it sheepish.
"Oh, I say!" he protests. "I was only trying to have a bit of fun with the little runt, you know. I only meant to----"
"Fun!" breaks in Mr. Robert savage. "This is neither a backwoods barroom nor a hunting camp, and I want to a.s.sure you right now, Hamilton, that----"
But in comes young Blair again. He"s had the tear stains swabbed off, and he"s got some of his color back; but he"s still wabbly in the knees.
He pushes right to the front, though.
"I suppose you all think me a great baby," says he, "to get so frightened and to cry over such a silly trick. Perhaps I am a baby. At least I haven"t control of my nerves. Would you, though, if you had been an invalid for fifteen years? Well, I have. And a good part of that time, you know, I spent in hospitals and sanatoriums, and traveling around with trained nurses and three or four relatives to wait on me and humor my whims. Even when I was studying music abroad it was that way.
And I suppose I"m not really strong now. So I couldn"t help being afraid. But I don"t want your sympathy. You need not scold Hamilton any more, either. He can"t help being a big bully any more than I can help acting like a baby. He doesn"t know any better--never will. All beef and no brains! And at that I don"t care to change places with him. Some day I shall be well and fairly strong. He"ll never have any better sense or manners than he has now. And I prefer to fight my own battles. So let it drop, please."
Well, they did. But for the first time, I expect, a few cuttin" remarks got through Nutt Hamilton"s thick hide. He shuffles out of his bear skin and sneaks off with his head down.