Maria Hendee "snapped" first, and got a preserved date.
"Ancient and honorable," said Miss Pennington, laughing.
Then Pen Pennington tried, and got nothing.
"You thought of your own fingers," said her aunt.
"A fig for my fortune!" cried Barbara, holding up her trophy.
"It came from the Mediterranean," said Mrs. Ingleside, over her shoulder into her ear; and the ear burned.
Ruth got a sugared almond.
"Only a _kernel_," said the merry doctor"s wife, again.
The doctor himself tried, and seized a slip of candied flag.
"Warm-hearted and useful, that is all," said Mrs. Ingleside.
"And tolerably pungent," said the doctor.
Doctor Hautayne drew forth--angelica.
Most of them were too timid or irresolute to grasp anything.
"That"s the a.n.a.logy," said Miss Pennington. "One must take the risk of getting scorched. It is "the woman who dares," after all."
It was great fun, though.
Mother cut the cake. That was the last sport of the evening.
If I should tell you who got the ring, you would think it really meant something. And the year is not out yet, you see.
But there was no doubt of one thing,--that our Halloween at Westover was a famous little party.
"How do you all feel about it?" asked Barbara, sitting down on the hearth in the brown room, before the embers, and throwing the nuts she had picked up about the carpet into the coals.
We had carried the supper-dishes away into the out-room, and set them on a great spare table that we kept there. "The room is as good as the girl," said Barbara. It _is_ a comfort to put by things, with a clear conscience, to a more rested time. We should let them be over the Sunday; Monday morning would be all china and soapsuds; then there would be a nice, freshly arrayed dresser, from top to bottom, and we should have had both a party and a piece of fall cleaning.
"How do you feel about it?"
"I feel as if we had had a real _own_ party, ourselves," said Ruth; "not as if "the girls" had come and had a party here. There wasn"t anybody to _show us how_!"
"Except Miss Pennington. And wasn"t it bewitchinating of her to come?
n.o.body can say now--"
"What do you say it for, then?" interrupted Rosamond. "It was very nice of Miss Pennington, and kind, considering it was a young party.
Otherwise, why shouldn"t she?"
CHAPTER IX.
WINTER NIGHTS AND WINTER DAYS.
"That was a nice party," said Miss Pennington, walking home with Leslie and Doctor John Hautayne, behind the Inglesides. "What made it so nice?"
"You, very much," said Leslie, straightforwardly.
"I didn"t begin it," said Miss Elizabeth. "No; that wasn"t it. It was a step out, somehow Out of the treadmill. I got tired of parties long ago, before I was old. They were all alike. The only difference was that in one house the staircase went up on the right side of the hall, and in another on the left,--now and then, perhaps, at the back; and when you came down again, the lady near the drawing-room door might be Mrs. Hendee one night and Mrs. Marchbanks another; but after that it was all the same. And O, how I did get to hate ice-cream!"
"This was a party of "nexts,"" said Leslie, "instead of a selfsame."
"What a good time Miss Waters had--quietly! You could see it in her face. A pretty face!" Miss Elizabeth spoke in a lower tone, for Lucilla was just before the Inglesides, with Helen and Pen Pennington.
"She works too hard, though. I wish she came out more."
"The "nexts" have to get tired of books and mending-baskets, while the firsts are getting tired of ice-creams," replied Leslie. "Dear Miss Pennington, there are ever so many nexts, and people don"t think anything about it!"
"So there are," said Miss Elizabeth, quietly. "People are very stupid.
They don"t know what will freshen themselves up. They think the trouble is with the confectionery, and so they try macaroon and pistachio instead of lemon and vanilla. Fresh people are better than fresh flavors. But I think we had everything fresh to-night. What a beautiful old home-y house it is!"
"And what a home-y family!" said Doctor John Hautayne.
"_We_ have an old home-y house," said Miss Pennington, suddenly, "with landscape-papered walls and cosey, deep windows and big chimneys. And we don"t half use it. Doctor Hautayne, I mean to have a party! Will you stay and come to it?"
"Any time within my two months" leave," replied Doctor Hautayne, "and with very great pleasure."
"So she will have it before very long," said Leslie, telling us about the talk the next day.
It! Well, when Miss Pennington took up a thing she _did_ take it up!
That does not come in here, though,--any more of it.
The Penningtons are very proud people. They have not a very great deal of money, like the Haddens, and they are not foremost in everything like the Marchbankses; somehow they do not seem to care to take the trouble for that; but they are so _established_; it is a family like an old tree, that is past its green branching time, and makes little spread or summer show, but whose roots reach out away underneath, and grasp more ground than all the rest put together.
They live in an old house that is just like them. It has not a new-fashioned thing about it. The walls are square, plain brick, painted gray; and there is a low, broad porch in front, and then terraces, flagged with gray stone and bordered with flower-beds at each side and below. They have peac.o.c.ks and guinea-hens, and more roses and lilies and larkspurs and foxgloves and narcissus than flowers of any newer sort; and there are great bushes of box and southernwood, that smell sweet as you go by.
Old General Pennington had been in the army all his life. He was a captain at Lundy"s Lane, and got a wound there which gave him a stiff elbow ever after; and his oldest son was killed in Mexico, just after he had been brevetted Major. There is a Major Pennington now,--the younger brother,--out at Fort Vancouver; and he is Pen"s father. When her mother died, away out there, he had to send her home. The Penningtons are just as proud as the stars and stripes themselves; and their glory is off the selfsame piece.
They made very much of Dakie Thayne when he was here, in their quiet, retired way; and they had always been polite and cordial to the Inglesides.
One morning, a little while after our party, mother was making an apple-pudding for dinner, when Madam Pennington and Miss Elizabeth drove round to the door.
Ruth was out at her lessons; Barbara was busy helping Mrs. Holabird.
Rosamond went to the door, and let them into the brown room.