Leslie Goldthwaite had been away for three days, staying with her friend, Mrs. Frank Scherman, in Boston. She had found Olivia"s note, of Monday evening, when she returned; also, she heard of Rosamond"s verbal invitation. Leslie was very bright about these things. She saw in a moment how it had been. Her mother told her what Rosamond had said of who were coming,--the Hobarts and Helen; the rest were not then asked.
Olivia did not like it very well,--that reply of Leslie"s. She showed it to Jeannie Hadden; that was how we came to know of it.
"Please forgive me," the note ran, "if I accept Rosamond"s invitation for the very reason that might seem to oblige me to decline it. I see you have two days" advantage of her, and she will no doubt lose some of the girls by that. I really _heard_ hers first. I wish very much it were possible to have both pleasures."
That was being terribly true and independent with West Z----. "But Leslie Goldthwaite," Barbara said, "always was as brave as a little b.u.mble-bee!"
How it had come over Rosamond, though, we could not quite understand.
It was not pique, or rivalry; there was no excitement about it; it seemed to be a pure, spirited dignity of her own, which she all at once, quietly and of course, a.s.serted.
Mother said something about it to her Sat.u.r.day morning, when she was beating up Italian cream, and Rosamond was cutting chicken for the salad. The cakes and the jellies had been made the day before.
"You have done this, Rosamond, in a very right and neighborly way, but it isn"t exactly your old way. How came you not to mind?"
Rosamond did not discuss the matter; she only smiled and said, "I think, mother, I"m growing very proud and self-sufficient, since we"ve had real, _through-and-through_ ways of our own."
It was the difference between "somewhere" and "betwixt and between."
Miss Elizabeth Pennington came in while we were putting candles in the bronze branches, and Ruth was laying an artistic fire in the wide chimney. Ruth could make a picture with her crossed and balanced sticks, sloping the firm-built pile backward to the two great, solid logs behind,--a picture which it only needed the touch of flame to finish and perfect. Then the dazzling fire-wreaths curled and clasped through and about it all, filling the s.p.a.ces with a rushing splendor, and reaching up their vivid spires above its compact body to an outline of complete live beauty. Ruth"s fires satisfied you to look at: and they never tumbled down.
She rose up with a little brown, crooked stick in one hand, to speak to Miss Pennington.
"Don"t mind me," said the lady. "Go on, please, "biggin" your castle."
That will be a pretty sight to see, when it lights up."
Ruth liked crooked sticks; they held fast by each other, and they made pretty curves and openings. So she went on, laying them deftly.
"I should like to be here to-night," said Miss Elizabeth, still looking at the fire-pile. "Would you let an old maid in?"
"Miss Pennington! Would you come?"
"I took it in my head to want to. That was why I came over. Are you going to play snap-dragon? I wondered if you had thought of that."
"We don"t know about it," said Ruth. "Anything, that is, except the name."
"That is just what I thought possible. n.o.body knows those old games nowadays. May I come and bring a great dragon-bowl with me, and superintend that part? Mother got her fate out of a snap-dragon, and we have the identical bowl. We always used to bring it out at Christmas, when we were all at home."
"O Miss Pennington! How perfectly lovely! How good you are!"
"Well, I"m glad you take it so. I was afraid it was terribly meddlesome. But the fancy--or the memory--seized me."
How wonderfully our Halloween party was turning out!
And the turning-out is almost the best part of anything; the time when things are getting together, in the beautiful prosperous way they will take, now and then, even in this vexed world.
There was our lovely little supper-table all ready. People who have servants enough, high-trained, to do these things while they are entertaining in the drawing-room, don"t have half the pleasure, after all, that we do, in setting out hours beforehand, and putting the last touches and taking the final satisfaction before we go to dress.
The cake, with the ring in it, was in the middle; for we had put together all the fateful and pretty customs we could think of, from whatever holiday; there were mother"s Italian creams, and amber and garnet wine jellies; there were sponge and lady-cake, and the little macaroons and cocoas that Barbara had the secret of; and the salad, of spring chickens and our own splendid celery, was ready in the cold room, with its bowl of delicious dressing to be poured over it at the last; and the scalloped oysters were in the pantry; Ruth was to put them into the oven again when the time came, and mother would pin the white napkins around the dishes, and set them on; and n.o.body was to worry or get tired with having the whole to think of; and yet the whole would be done, to the very lighting of the candles, which Stephen had spoken for, by this beautiful, organized co-operation of ours. Truly it is a charming thing,--all to itself, in a family!
To be sure, we had coffee and bread and b.u.t.ter and cold ham for dinner that day; and we took our tea "standed round," as Barbara said; and the dishes were put away in the covered sink; we knew where we could shirk righteously and in good order, when we could not accomplish everything; but there was neither huddle nor hurry; we were as quiet and comfortable as we could be. Even Rosamond was satisfied with the very manner; to be composed is always to be elegant. Anybody might have come in and lunched with us; anybody might have shared that easy, chatty cup of tea.
The front parlor did not amount to much, after all, pleasant and pretty as it was for the first receiving; we were all too eager for the real business of the evening. It was bright and warm with the wood-fire and the lights; and the white curtains, nearly filling up three of its walls, made it very festal-looking. There was the open piano, and Ruth played a little; there was the stereoscope, and some of the girls looked over the new views of Catskill and the Hudson that Dakie Thayne had given us; there was the table with cards, and we played one game of Old Maid, in which the Old Maid got lost mysteriously into the drawer, and everybody was married; and then Miss Pennington appeared at the door, with her man-servant behind her, and there was an end. She took the big bowl, pinned over with a great damask napkin, out of the man"s hands, and went off privately with Barbara into the dining-room.
"This is the Snap," she said, unfastening the cover, and producing from within a paper parcel. "And that," holding up a little white bottle, "is the Dragon." And Barbara set all away in the dresser until after supper. Then we got together, without further ceremony, in the brown room.
We hung wedding-rings--we had mother"s, and Miss Elizabeth had brought over Madam Pennington"s--by hairs, and held them inside tumblers; and they vibrated with our quickening pulses, and swung and swung, until they rung out fairy chimes of destiny against the sides. We floated needles in a great basin of water, and gave them names, and watched them turn and swim and draw together,--some point to point, some heads and points, some joined cosily side to side, while some drifted to the margin and clung there all alone, and some got tears in their eyes, or an interfering jostle, and went down. We melted lead and poured it into water; and it took strange shapes; of spears and masts and stars; and some all went to money; and one was a queer little bottle and pills, and one was pencils and artists" tubes, and--really--a little palette with a hole in it.
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And then came the chestnut-roasting, before the bright red coals. Each girl put down a pair; and I dare say most of them put down some little secret, girlish thought with it. The ripest nuts burned steadiest and surest, of course; but how could we tell these until we tried? Some little crack, or unseen worm-hole, would keep one still, while its companion would pop off, away from it; some would take flight together, and land in like manner, without ever parting company; these were to go some long way off; some never moved from where they began, but burned up, stupidly and peaceably, side by side. Some snapped into the fire. Some went off into corners. Some glowed beautiful, and some burned black, and some got covered up with ashes.
Barbara"s pair were ominously still for a time, when all at once the larger gave a sort of unwilling lurch, without popping, and rolled off a little way, right in toward the blaze.
"Gone to a warmer climate," whispered Leslie, like a tease. And then crack! the warmer climate, or something else, sent him back again, with a real bound, just as Barbara"s gave a gentle little snap, and they both dropped quietly down against the fender together.
"What made that jump back, I wonder?" said Pen Pennington.
"O, it wasn"t more than half cracked when it went away," said Stephen, looking on.
Who would be bold enough to try the looking-gla.s.s? To go out alone with it into the dark field, walking backward, saying the rhyme to the stars which if there had been a moon ought by right to have been said to her:--
"Round and round, O stars so fair!
Ye travel, and search out everywhere.
I pray you, sweet stars, now show to me, This night, who my future husband shall be!"
Somehow, we put it upon Leslie. She was the oldest; we made that the reason.
"I wouldn"t do it for anything!" said Sarah Hobart. "I heard of a girl who tried it once, and saw a shroud!"
But Leslie was full of fun that evening, and ready to do anything. She took the little mirror that Ruth brought her from up stairs, put on a shawl, and we all went to the front door with her, to see her off.
"Round the piazza, and down the bank," said Barbara, "and backward all the way."
So Leslie backed out at the door, and we shut it upon her. The instant after, we heard a great laugh. Off the piazza, she had stepped backward, directly against two gentlemen coming in.
Doctor Ingleside was one, coming to get his supper; the other was a friend of his, just arrived in Z----. "Doctor John Hautayne," he said, introducing him by his full name.
We knew why. He was proud of it. Doctor John Hautayne was the army surgeon who had been with him in the Wilderness, and had ridden a stray horse across a battle-field, in his shirt-sleeves, right in front of a Rebel battery, to get to some wounded on the other side.
And the Rebel gunners, holding their halyards, stood still and shouted.
It put an end to the tricks, except the snap-dragon.
We had not thought how late it was; but mother and Ruth had remembered the oysters.
Doctor John Hautayne took Leslie out to supper. We saw him look at her with a funny, twinkling curiosity, as he stood there with her in the full light; and we all thought we had never seen Leslie look prettier in all her life.
After supper, Miss Pennington lighted up her Dragon, and threw in her snaps. A very little brandy, and a bowl full of blaze.