He grinned cheerfully. "And we haven"t begun to paint the house yet, or paper the walls, or set out the flower beds, or--"
"Goodness me!" she cried, aghast. "You are not going to do all that now, are you?"
"Every bit of it," he affirmed. "I am going to rebuild the barn, put in a new well, dig a cistern, build a smoke-house, lay a brick walk down to the front gate and put up a brand new picket fence--"
"You must be made of money," she cried, eyeing him with wonder in her big, violet eyes.
"I am richer now than when we started out this morning," said he, magnificently.
"When you say things like that, you almost make me wish you were not my brother," said she, after a moment, and to her annoyance she felt the blood mount to her face.
"And what would you do if I were not your brother?" he inquired, looking straight ahead.
Whereupon she laughed unrestrainedly. "You would be dreadfully shocked if I were to tell you,--but I can"t help saying that Barry would be so jealous he wouldn"t know what to do."
"You might find yourself playing with fire."
"Well," she said, flippantly, "I"ve got over wanting to play with dolls. Now don"t scold me! I can see by your face that you"d like to shake me good and hard. My, what a frown! I am glad it isn"t January.
If your face was to freeze--There! That"s better. I shouldn"t mind at all if it froze now. You look much nicer when you smile, Kenny."
Her voice dropped a little and a serious expression came into her eyes. "I don"t believe I ever saw father smile. But I"ve seen him when he looked exactly as you did just then. I--I hope you don"t mind my talking that way about your father, Kenny. I wouldn"t if he were not mine as well."
"You knew him far better than I," he reminded her. Then he added brightly: "I shall try to do better from now on. I"ll smile--if it kills me."
"Don"t do that," she protested, with a pretty grimace. "I"ve been in mourning for ages, it seems, and I"m sure I should hate you if you kept me in black for another year or two."
As they parted at Kenneth"s gate,--it seemed to be mutely understood that he was to go no farther,--they observed a tall, black figure cross the little front porch of the house beyond and disappear through the door. Kenneth"s eyes hardened. The girl, looking up into those eyes, shook her head and smiled wistfully.
"Will you come over and help me put all these things where they belong?" he asked, after a moment.
"This afternoon, Kenny?"
"If you haven"t anything else you would rather--" he began.
"I can"t wait to see how the house will look when we get everything in place. I will be over right after dinner,--unless mother needs me for something."
That evening Zachariah was noticeably perturbed. He had prepared a fine supper, and to his distress it was scarcely touched by his preoccupied master. Now, Zachariah was proud of his cooking. He was pleased to call himself, without fear of contradiction, "a natteral bo"n cook, from de bottom up." Moreover, his master was a gentleman whose appet.i.te was known to be absolutely reliable; it could be depended upon at almost any hour of the day or night. Small wonder then that Zachariah was not only mystified but grieved as well. He eyed the solemn looking young man with anxiety.
"Ain"t yo" all feelin" well, Ma.r.s.e Kenneth?" he inquired, with a justifiable trace of exasperation in his voice.
"What"s that, Zachariah?" asked Kenneth, startled out of a profound reverie.
"Is dey anything wrong wid dat ham er--"
"It is wonderful, Zachariah. I don"t believe I have ever tasted better ham,--and certainly none so well broiled."
"Ain"t--ain"t de co"n-bread fitten to eat, suh?"
"Delicious, Zachariah, delicious. You have performed wonders with the--er--new baking pan and--"
"What"s de matteh wid dem b"iled pertaters, suh?"
"Matter with them? Nothing! They are fine."
"Well, den, suh, if dere ain"t nothin" de matteh wid de vittels, dere suttinly mus" be somefin de matteh wid you, Ma.r.s.e Kenneth.
Yo" all ain"t etten enough fo" to fill a gra.s.shoppeh."
"I am not hungry," apologized his master, quite humbly.
""Cause why? Yas, suh,--"cause why?" retorted Zachariah, exercising a privilege derived from long and faithful service. ""Cause Miss Viola she done got yo" all bewitched. Can"t fool dis yere n.i.g.g.e.r.
Wha" fo" is yo" all feelin" dis yere way "bout yo" own sister?
Yas, suh,--Ah done had my eyes open all de time, suh. Yo" all was goin" "round lookin" like a hongry dog, "spectin"--Yas, suh! Yas, SUH! Take plenty, suh, Ma.r.s.e Johnson he say to me, he say, "Dis yere sap come right outen de finest maple tree in de State ob Indianny, day befo" yesterday," he say. A leetle mo" coffee, suh? Yas, suh!
Das right! Yo" suttinly gwine like dat ham soon as ever yo" get a piece in yo" mouth,--yas, SUH!"
Kenneth"s abstraction was due to the never-vanishing picture of Viola, the sleeves of her work-dress rolled up to the elbows, her eyes aglow with enthusiasm, her bonny brown hair done up in careless coils, her throat bare, her spirits as gay as the song of a roistering gale. She had come over prepared for toil, an ample ap.r.o.n of blue gingham shielding her frock, her skirts caught up at the sides, revealing the bottom of her white petticoat and a glimpse of trim, shapely ankles.
She directed the placing of all the furniture carried in by the grunting Jimmy Munn and Zachariah; she put the china safe and pantry in order; she superintended the erection of the big four poster bed, measured the windows for the new curtains, issued irrevocable commands concerning the hanging of several gay English hunting prints (the actual hanging to be done by Kenneth and his servant in a less crowded hour,--after supper, she suggested); ordered Zachariah to remove to the attic such of the discarded articles of furniture as could be carried up the pole ladder, the remainder to go to the barn; left instructions not to touch the rolls of carpet until she could measure and cut them into sections, and then went away with the promise to return early in the morning not only with shears and needle but with Hattie as well, to sew and lay the carpets,--a "Brussels" of bewildering design and an "ingrain" for the bedroom.
"When you come home from the office at noon, Kenny, don"t fail to bring tacks and a hammer with you," she instructed, as she fanned her flushed face with her ap.r.o.n.
"But I am not going to the office," he expostulated. "I have too much to see to here."
"It isn"t customary for the man of the house to be anywhere around at a time like this," she informed him, firmly. "Besides you ought to be down town looking for customers. How do you know that some one may not be in a great hurry for a lawyer and you not there to--"
"There are plenty of other lawyers if one is needed in a hurry,"
he protested. "And what"s more, I can"t begin to practise law in this State without going through certain formalities. You don"t understand all these things, Viola."
"Perhaps not," she admitted calmly; "but I do understand moving and house-cleaning, and I know that a man is generally in the way at such times. Oh, don"t look so hurt. You have been fine this afternoon. I don"t know how I should have got along without you.
But to-morrow it will be different. Hattie and I will be busy sewing carpets and--and--well, you really will not be of any use at all, Kenny. So please stay away."
He was sorely disgruntled at the time and so disconsolate later on that it required Zachariah"s startling comment to lift him out of the slough of despond. Spurred by the desire to convince his servant that his speculations were groundless, he made a great to-do over the imposed task of hanging the pictures, jesting merrily about the possibility of their heads being snapped off by Mistress Viola if she popped in the next morning to find that they had bungled the job.
Four or five days pa.s.sed, each with its measure of bitter and sweet. By the end of the week the carpets were down and the house in perfect order. He invited her over for Sunday dinner. A pained, embarra.s.sed look came into her eyes.
"I was afraid you would ask me to come," she said gently. "I don"t think it would be right or fair for me to accept your hospitality.
Wait! I know what you are going to say. But it isn"t quite the same, you see. Mother has been very kind and generous about letting me come over to help you with the house,--and I suppose she would not object if I were to come as your guest at dinner,--but I have a feeling in here somewhere that it would hurt her if I came here as your guest. So I sha"n"t come. You understand, don"t you?" "Yes,"
he said gravely,--and reluctantly. "I understand, Viola."
Earlier in the week he had ridden out to Isaac Stain"s. The hunter had no additional news to give him, except that Barry, after spending a day with Martin Hawk, had gone down to Attica by flat-boat and was expected to return to Lafayette on the packet Paul Revere, due on Monday or Tuesday.
Lapelle"s extended absence from the town was full of meaning.
Stain advanced the opinion that he had gone down the river for the purpose of seeing a Williamsport justice of the peace whose record was none too good and who could be depended upon to perform the contemplated marriage ceremony without compunction if his "palm was satisfactorily greased."
"If we could only obtain some clear and definite idea as to their manner of carrying out this plan," said Kenneth, "I would be the happiest man on earth. But we will be compelled to work in the dark,--simply waiting for them to act."
"Well, Moll Hawk hain"t been able to find out just yet when er how they"re goin" to do it," said Stain. "All she knows is that two or three men air comin" up from Attica on the Paul Revere and air goin" to get off the boat when it reaches her pa"s place. Like as not this scalawag of a justice will be one of "em, but that"s guesswork. That reminds me to ask, did you ever run acrosst a feller in the town you come from named Jasper Suggs?"