Between us blows the wind of death,-- I shall not hear him speak.
"I don"t know why I like to write love poems, but most of the women poets did. This one made me cry."
CHAPTER XIV
MERRY CHRISTMAS
Margaret in mauve velvet and violets, and Gertrude in a frock of smart black and white were in the act of meeting by appointment at Sherry"s one December afternoon, with a comfortable cup of tea in mind.
Gertrude emerged from the recess of the revolving door and Margaret, sitting eagerly by the entrance, almost upset the attendant in her rush to her friend"s side.
"Oh! Gertrude," she cried, "I"m so glad to see you. My family is trying to cut me up in neat little quarters and send me north, south, east and west, for the Christmas holidays, and I want to stay home and have Eleanor. How did I ever come to be born into a family of giants, tell me that, Gertrude?"
"The choice of parents is thrust upon us at an unfortunately immature period, I"ll admit," Gertrude laughed. "My parents are dears, but they"ve never forgiven me for being an artist instead of a dubby bud.
Shall we have tea right away or shall we sit down and discuss life?"
"Both," Margaret said. "I don"t know which is the hungrier--flesh or spirit."
But as they turned toward the dining-room a familiar figure blocked their progress.
"I thought that was Gertrude"s insatiable hat," David exclaimed delightedly. "I"ve phoned for you both until your families have given instructions that I"m not to be indulged any more. I"ve got a surprise for you.--Taxi," he said to the man at the door.
"Not till we"ve had our tea," Margaret wailed. "You couldn"t be so cruel, David."
"You shall have your tea, my dear, and one of the happiest surprises of your life into the bargain," David a.s.sured her as he led the way to the waiting cab.
"I wouldn"t leave this place unfed for anybody but you, David, not if it were ever so, and then some, as Jimmie says."
"What"s the matter with Jimmie, anyhow?" David inquired as the taxi turned down the Avenue and immediately entangled itself in a hopeless mesh of traffic.
"I don"t know; why?" Gertrude answered, though she had not been the one addressed at the moment. "What"s the matter with this hat?" she rattled on without waiting for an answer. "I thought it was good-looking myself, and Madam Paran robbed me for it."
"It is good-looking," David allowed. "It seems to be a kind of retrieving hat, that"s all. Keeps you in a rather constant state of looking after the game."
"What about my hat, David?" Margaret inquired anxiously. "Do you like that?"
"I do," David admitted. "I"m crazy about it. It"s a lovely cross between the style affected by the late Emperor Napoleon and my august grandmother, with some frills added."
The chauffeur turned into a cross street and stopped abruptly before an imposing but apparently unguarded entrance.
"Why, I thought this was a studio building," Gertrude said. "David, if you"re springing a tea party on us, and we in the wild ungovernable state we are at present, I"ll shoot the way my hat is pointing."
"Straight through my left eye-gla.s.s," David finished. "You wait till you see the injustice you have done me."
But Margaret, who often understood what was happening a few moments before the revelation of it, clutched at his elbow.
"Oh! David, David," she whispered, "how wonderful!"
"Wait till you see," David said, and herded them into the elevator.
Their destination was the top floor but one. David hurried them around the bend in the sleekly carpeted corridor and touched the bell on the right of the first door they came to. It opened almost instantly and David"s man, who was French, stood bowing and smiling on the threshold.
"Mr. Styvvisont has arrive"," he said; "he waits you."
"Welcome to our city," Peter cried, appearing in the doorway of the room Alphonse was indicating with that high gesture of delight with which only a Frenchman can lead the way. "Jimmie"s coming up from the office and Beulah"s due any minute. What do you think of the place, girls?"
"Is it really yours, David?"
"Surest thing you know." He grinned like a schoolboy. "It"s really ours, that"s what it is. I"ve broken away from the mater at last," he added a little sheepishly. "I"m going to work seriously. I"ve got an all-day desk job in my uncle"s office and I"m going to dig in and see what I can make of myself. Also, this is going to be our headquarters, and Eleanor"s permanent home if we"re all agreed upon it,--but look around, ladies. Don"t spare my blushes. If you think I can interior decorate, just tell me so frankly. This is the living-room."
"It"s like that old conundrum--black and white and red all over,"
Gertrude said. "I never saw anything so stunning in all my life."
"Gosh! I admire your nerve," Peter cried, "papering this place in white, and then getting in all this heavy carved black stuff, and the red in the tapestries and screens and pillows."
"I wanted it to look studioish a little," David explained, "I wanted to get away from Louis Quartorze."
"And drawing-rooms like mother used to make," Gertrude suggested. "I like your Oriental touches. Do you see, Margaret, everything is Indian or Chinese? The ubiquitous j.a.panese print is conspicuous by its absence."
"I"ve got two portfolios full of "em," David said, "and I always have one or two up in the bedrooms. I change "em around, you know, the way the j.a.ps do themselves, a different scene every few days and the rest decently out of sight till you"re ready for "em."
"It"s like a fairy story," Margaret said.
"I thought you"d appreciate what little Arabian Nights I was able to introduce. I bought that screen," he indicated a sweep of Chinese line and color, "with my eye on you, and that Aladdin"s lamp is yours, of course. You"re to come in here and rub it whenever you like, and your heart"s desire will instantly be vouchsafed to you."
"What will Eleanor say?" Peter suggested, as David led the way through the corridor and up the tiny stairs which led to the more intricate part of the establishment. "This is her room, didn"t you say, David?"
He paused on the threshold of a bedroom done in ivory white and yellow, with all its hangings of a soft golden silk.
"She once said that she wanted a yellow room," David said, "a daffy-down-dilly room, and I"ve tried to get her one. I know last year that Maggie Lou child refused to have yellow curtains in that flatiron shaped sitting-room of theirs, and Eleanor refused to be comforted."
A wild whoop in the below stairs announced Jimmie; and Beulah arrived simultaneously with the tea tray. Jimmie was ecstatic when the actual function of the place was explained to him.
"Headquarters is the one thing we"ve lacked," he said; "a place of our own, hully gee! It makes me feel almost human again."
"You haven"t been feeling altogether human lately, have you, Jimmie?"
Margaret asked over her tea cup.
"No, dear, I haven"t." Jimmie flashed her a grateful smile. "I"m a bad egg," he explained to her darkly, "and the only thing you can do with me is to scramble me."
"Scrambled is just about the way I should have described your behavior of late,--but that"s Gertrude"s line," David said. "Only she doesn"t seem to be taking an active part in the conversation. Aren"t you Jimmie"s keeper any more, Gertrude?"
"Not since she"s come back from abroad," Jimmie muttered without looking at her.
"Eleanor"s taken the job over now," Peter said. "She"s made him swear off red ink and red neckties."
"Any color so long"s it"s red is the color that suits me best," Jimmie quoted. "Lord, isn"t this room a pippin?" He swam in among the bright pillows of the divan and so hid his face for a moment. It had been a good many weeks since he had seen Gertrude.