What Diantha Did

Chapter 27

"It"s not at all bad looking, is it?" she ventured.

"Not bad enough to spoil one"s appet.i.te," Mr. p.o.r.ne cheerily agreed.

"Open, Sesame! Now you know the worst."

Mrs. p.o.r.ne opened it, and an inner front was shown, with various small doors and drawers.

"Do you know what is in it?" asked the guest.

"No, thank goodness, I don"t," replied her hostess. "If there"s anything tiresome it is to order meals and always know what"s coming! That"s what men get so tired of at restaurants; what they hate so when their wives ask them what they want for dinner. Now I can enjoy my dinner at my own table, just as if I was a guest."

"It is--a tax--sometimes," Mrs. Ree admitted, adding hastily, "But one is glad to do it--to make home attractive."

Mr. p.o.r.ne"s eyes sought his wife"s, and love and contentment flashed between them, as she quietly set upon the table three silvery plates.

"Not silver, surely!" said Mrs. Ree, lifting hers, "Oh, aluminum."

"Aluminum, silver plated," said Mr. p.o.r.ne. "They"ve learned how to do it at last. It"s a problem of weight, you see, and breakage. Aluminum isn"t pretty, gla.s.s and silver are heavy, but we all love silver, and there"s a pleasant sense of gorgeousness in this outfit."

It did look rather impressive; silver tumblers, silver dishes, the whole dainty service--and so surprisingly light.

"You see she knows that it is very important to please the eye as well as the palate," said Mr. p.o.r.ne. "Now speaking of palates, let us all keep silent and taste this soup." They did keep silent in supreme contentment while the soup lasted. Mrs. Ree laid down her spoon with the air of one roused from a lovely dream.

"Why--why--it"s like Paris," she said in an awed tone.

"Isn"t it?" Mr. p.o.r.ne agreed, "and not twice alike in a month, I think."

"Why, there aren"t thirty kinds of soup, are there?" she urged.

"I never thought there were when we kept servants," said he. "Three was about their limit, and greasy, at that."

Mrs. p.o.r.ne slipped the soup plates back in their place and served the meat.

"She does not give a fish course, does she?" Mrs. Ree observed.

"Not at the table d"hote price," Mrs. p.o.r.ne answered. "We never pretended to have a fish course ourselves--do you?" Mrs. Ree did not, and eagerly disclaimed any desire for fish. The meat was roast beef, thinly sliced, hot and juicy.

"Don"t you miss the carving, Mr. p.o.r.ne?" asked the visitor. "I do so love to see a man at the head of his own table, carving."

"I do miss it, Mrs. Ree. I miss it every day of my life with devout thankfulness. I never was a good carver, so it was no pleasure to me to show off; and to tell you the truth, when I come to the table, I like to eat--not saw wood." And Mr. p.o.r.ne ate with every appearance of satisfaction.

"We never get roast beef like this I"m sure," Mrs. Ree admitted, "we can"t get it small enough for our family."

"And a little roast is always spoiled in the cooking. Yes this is far better than we used to have," agreed her hostess.

Mrs. Ree enjoyed every mouthful of her meal. The soup was hot. The salad was crisp and the ice cream hard. There was sponge cake, thick, light, with sugar freckles on the dark crust. The coffee was perfect and almost burned the tongue.

"I don"t understand about the heat and cold," she said; and they showed her the asbestos-lined compartments and perfectly fitting places for each dish and plate. Everything went back out of sight; small leavings in a special drawer, knives and forks held firmly by rubber fittings, nothing that shook or rattled. And the case was set back by the door where the man called for it at eight o"clock.

"She doesn"t furnish table linen?"

"No, there are j.a.panese napkins at the top here. We like our own napkins, and we didn"t use a cloth, anyway."

"And how about silver?"

"We put ours away. This plated ware they furnish is perfectly good. We could use ours of course if we wanted to wash it. Some do that and some have their own case marked, and their own silver in it, but it"s a good deal of risk, I think, though they are extremely careful."

Mrs. Ree experienced peculiarly mixed feelings. As far as food went, she had never eaten a better dinner. But her sense of Domestic Aesthetics was jarred.

"It certainly tastes good," she said. "Delicious, in fact. I am extremely obliged to you, Mrs. p.o.r.ne, I"d no idea it could be sent so far and be so good. And only five dollars a week, you say?"

"For each person, yes."

"I don"t see how she does it. All those cases and dishes, and the delivery wagon!"

That was the universal comment in Orchardina circles as the months pa.s.sed and Union House continued in existence--"I don"t see how she does it!"

CHAPTER XII. LIKE A BANYAN TREE

The Earth-Plants spring up from beneath, The Air-Plants swing down from above, But the Banyan trees grow Both above and below, And one makes a prosperous grove.

In the fleeting opportunities offered by the Caffeteria, and in longer moments, rather neatly planned for, with some remnants of an earlier ingenuity, Mr. Thaddler contrived to become acquainted with Mrs. Bell.

Diantha never quite liked him, but he won her mother"s heart by frank praise of the girl and her ventures.

"I never saw a smarter woman in my life," he said; "and no airs. I tell you, ma"am, if there was more like her this world would be an easier place to live in, and I can see she owes it all to you, ma"am."

This the mother would never admit for a moment, but expatiated loyally on the scientific mind of Mr. Henderson Bell, still of Jopalez.

"I don"t see how he can bear to let her out of his sight," said Mr.

Thaddler.

"Of course he hated to let her go," replied the lady. "We both did. But he is very proud of her now."

"I guess there"s somebody else who"s proud of her, too," he suggested.

"Excuse me, ma"am, I don"t mean to intrude, but we know there must be a good reason for your daughter keeping all Orchardina at a distance. Why, she could have married six times over in her first year here!"

"She does not wish to give up her work," Mrs. Bell explained.

"Of course not; and why should she? Nice, womanly business, I am sure.

I hope n.o.body"d expect a girl who can keep house for a whole township to settle down to bossing one man and a hired girl."

In course of time he got a pretty clear notion of how matters stood, and meditated upon it, seriously rolling his big cigar about between pursed lips. Mr. Thaddler was a good deal of a gossip, but this he kept to himself, and did what he could to enlarge the patronage of Union House.

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