"No. Only to the fun,--and some supper. We can have that all ready in the other room."
"They"ll see the cooking-stove."
"They won"t know it, when they do," said Barbara.
"We might have the table in the front room," suggested Ruth.
"The drawing-room!" cried Rosamond. "That _would_ be a make-shift. Who ever heard of having supper there? No; we"ll have both rooms open, and a bright fire in each, and one up in mother"s room for them to take off their things. And there"ll be the piano, and the stereoscope, and the games, in the parlor. We"ll begin in there, and out here we"ll have the fortune tricks and the nuts later; and then the supper, bravely and comfortably, in the dining-room, where it belongs. If they get frightened at anything, they can go home; I"m going to new cover that screen, though, mother; And I"ll tell you what with,--that piece of goldy-brown damask up in the cedar-trunk. And I"ll put an arabesque of crimson braid around it for a border, and the room will be all goldy-brown and crimson then, and n.o.body will stop to think which is brocade and which is waterproof. They"ll be sitting on the waterproof, you know, and have the brocade to look at. It"s just old enough to seem as if it had always been standing round somewhere."
"It will be just the kind of party for us to have," said Barbara.
"They couldn"t have it up there, if they tried. It would be sure to be Marchbanksy."
Rosamond smiled contentedly. She was beginning to recognize her own special opportunities. She was quite conscious of her own tact in utilizing them.
But then came the intricate questions of who? and who not?
"Not everybody, of course," said Rose, "That would be a confusion.
Just the neighbors,--right around here."
"That takes in the Hobarts, and leaves out Leslie Goldthwaite," said Ruth, quietly.
"O, Leslie will be at the Haddens", or here," replied Rosamond.
"Grace Hobart is nice," she went on; "if only she wouldn"t be "real"
nice!"
"That is just the word for her, though," said Ruth. "The Hobarts _are_ real."
Rosamond"s face gathered over. It was not easy to reconcile things.
She liked them all, each in their way. If they would only all come, and like each other.
"What is it, Rose?" said Barbara, teasing. "Your brows are knit,--your nose is crocheted,--and your mouth is--tatted! I shall have to come and ravel you out."
"I"m thinking; that is all."
"How to build the fence?"
"What fence?"
"That fence round the pond,--the old puzzle. There was once a pond, and four men came and built four little houses round it,--close to the water. Then four other men came and built four big houses, exactly behind the first ones. They wanted the pond all to themselves; but the little people were nearest to it; how could they build the fence, you know? They had to squirm it awfully! You see the plain, insignificant people are so apt to be nearest the good time!"
"I like to satisfy everybody."
"You won"t,--with a squirm-fence!"
If it had not been for Ruth, we should have gone on just as innocently as possible, and invited them--Marchbankses and all--to our Halloween frolic. But Ruth was such a little news-picker, with her music lessons! She had five scholars now; beside Lily and Reba, there were Elsie Hobart and little Frank Hendee, and Pen Pennington, a girl of her own age, who had come all the way from Fort Vancouver, over the Pacific Railroad, to live here with her grandmother. Between the four houses, Ruth heard everything.
All Saints" Day fell on Monday; the Sunday made double hallowing, Barbara said; and Sat.u.r.day was the "E"en." We did not mean to invite until Wednesday; on Tuesday Ruth came home and told us that Olivia and Adelaide Marchbanks were getting up a Halloween themselves, and that the Haddens were asked already; and that Lily and Reba were in transports because they were to be allowed to go.
"Did you say anything?" asked Rosamond.
"Yes. I suppose I ought not; but Elinor was in the room, and I spoke before I thought."
"What did you tell her?"
"I only said it was such a pity; that you meant to ask them all. And Elinor said it would be so nice here. If it were anybody else, we might try to arrange something."
But how could we meddle with the Marchbankses? With Olivia and Adelaide, of all the Marchbankses? We could not take it for granted that they meant to ask us. There was no such thing as suggesting a compromise. Rosamond looked high and splendid, and said not another word.
In the afternoon of Wednesday Adelaide and Maud Marchbanks rode by, homeward, on their beautiful little brown, long-tailed Morgans.
"They don"t mean to," said Barbara. "If they did, they would have stopped."
"Perhaps they will send a note to-morrow," said Ruth.
"Do you think I am waiting, in hopes?" asked Rosamond, in her clearest, quietest tones.
Pretty soon she came in with her hat on. "I am going over to invite the Hobarts," she said.
"That will settle it, whatever happens," said Barbara.
"Yes," said Rosamond; and she walked out.
The Hobarts were "ever so much obliged to us; and they would certainly come." Mrs. Hobart lent Rosamond an old English book of "Holiday Sports and Observances," with ten pages of Halloween charms in it.
From the Hobarts" house she walked on into Z----, and asked Leslie Goldthwaite and Helen Josselyn, begging Mrs. Ingleside to come too, if she would; the doctor would call for them, of course, and should have his supper; but it was to be a girl-party in the early evening.
Leslie was not at home; Rosamond gave the message to her mother. Then she met Lucilla Waters in the street.
"I was just thinking of you," she said. She did not say, "coming to you," for truly, in her mind, she had not decided it. But seeing her gentle, refined face, pale always with the life that had little frolic in it, she spoke right out to that, without deciding.
"We want you at our Halloween party on Sat.u.r.day. Will you come? You will have Helen and the Inglesides to come with, and perhaps Leslie."
Rosamond, even while delivering her message to Mrs. Goldthwaite for Leslie, had seen an unopened note lying upon the table, addressed to her in the sharp, tall hand of Olivia Marchbanks.
She stopped in at the Haddens, told them how sorry she had been to find they were promised; asked if it were any use to go to the Hendees"; and when Elinor said, "But you will be sure to be asked to the Marchbankses yourselves," replied, "It is a pity they should come together, but we had quite made up our minds to have this little frolic, and we have begun, too, you see."
Then she did go to the Hendees", although it was dark; and Maria Hendee, who seldom went out to parties, promised to come. "They would divide," she said. "f.a.n.n.y might go to Olivia"s. Holiday-keeping was different from other invites. One might take liberties."
Now the Hendees were people who could take liberties, if anybody. Last of all, Rosamond went in and asked Pen Pennington.
It was Thursday, just at dusk, when Adelaide Marchbanks walked over, at last, and proffered her invitation.
"You had better all come to us," she said, graciously. "It is a pity to divide. We want the same people, of course,--the Hendees, and the Haddens, and Leslie." She hardly attempted to disguise that we ourselves were an afterthought.
Rosamond told her, very sweetly, that we were obliged, but that she was afraid it was quite too late; we had asked others; the Hobarts, and the Inglesides; one or two whom Adelaide did not know,--Helen Josselyn, and Lucilla Waters; the parties would not interfere much, after all.
Rosamond took up, as it were, a little sceptre of her own, from that moment.