"What business has it to be raining, anyway, when it ought to be snowing?"
As this was unanswerable, Priscilla returned to her frogs, and Patty drummed gloomily on the window-pane until a maid appeared with a card.
"A caller?" cried Patty. "A missionary! A rescuer! A deliverer! Heaven send it"s for me!"
"Miss Pond," said Sadie, laying the card on the table.
Patty pounced upon it. ""Mr. Frederick K. Stanthrope." Who"s he, Pris?"
Priscilla wrinkled up her brows. "I don"t know; I never heard of him.
What do you suppose it can be?"
"An adventure--I know it"s an adventure. Probably your uncle, that you never heard of, has just died in the South Sea Islands, and left you a fortune because you"re his namesake; or else you"re a countess by rights, and were stolen from your cradle in infancy, and he"s the lawyer come to tell you about it. I think it might have happened to me, when I"m so bored to death! But hurry up and tell me about it, at least; a second-hand adventure"s better than no adventure at all. Yes, your hair is all right; never mind looking in the gla.s.s." And Patty pushed her room-mate out of the door, and, sitting down at her desk again, quite cheerfully pulled her discarded paper out of the waste-basket and began re-reading it with evident approval.
Priscilla returned before she had finished. "He didn"t ask for me at all," she announced. "He asked for Miss McKay."
"Miss McKay?"
"That junior with the hair," she explained a trifle vaguely.
"How disgusting!" cried Patty. "I had it all planned how I was going to live with you in your castle up in the Hartz Mountains, and now it turns out that Miss McKay is the countess, and I don"t even know her. What did the man look like, and what did he do?"
"Well, he looked rather frightened, and didn"t do anything but stammer.
There were two men in the reception-room, and of course I picked out the wrong one and begged his pardon and asked if he were Mr. Stanthrope. He said no; his name was Wiggins. So then the only thing left for me to do was to beg the other one"s pardon.
"He was sitting in that high-backed green chair, with his eyes glued to his shoes, and holding his hat and cane in front of him like breastworks, as if he were preparing to repel an attack. He didn"t look very approachable, but I boldly accosted him and asked if he were Mr.
Stanthrope. He stood up and stammered and blushed and looked as if he wanted to deny it, but finally acknowledged that he was, and then stood politely waiting for me to state my business! I explained, and he stammered some more, and finally got out that he had called to see Miss McKay, and that the maid must have made a mistake. He was quite cross about it, you know, and acted as if I had insulted him; and the other man--the horrible Wiggins one--laughed, and then looked out of the window and pretended he hadn"t. I apologized,--though I couldn"t for the life of me see what there was to apologize for,--and told him I would send the maid for Miss McKay, and backed out."
"Is that all?" Patty asked disappointedly. "If I couldn"t have a better adventure than that, I shouldn"t have any."
"But the funny thing is that when I told Sadie, she _insisted_ that he had asked for me."
"Ha! The plot thickens, after all. What does it mean? Did he look like a detective, or merely a pickpocket?"
"He looked like a very ordinarily embarra.s.sed young man."
Patty shook her head dejectedly. "There"s a mystery somewhere, but I don"t see that it affords much entertainment. I dare say that when Miss McKay came he told her he hadn"t asked for her at all; he had asked for Miss Higginbotham. The only explanation I can think of is that he is insane, and there are so many insane people in the world that it isn"t even interesting."
Patty recounted the story of Priscilla"s caller at the dinner-table that night.
"I know the sequel," said Lucille Carter. "The other man, the Mr.
Wiggins, is Bonnie Connaught"s cousin; and he told her about some young man who came out in the car with him, and asked for Miss Pond at the door, and then all of a sudden seemed to change his mind, and went tearing down the corridor after the maid, yelling, "Hi, there! Hi, there!" at the top of his voice; but he couldn"t catch her, and when Miss Pond came he pretended he had asked for some one else."
"Is that all?" asked Patty. "I don"t think it is much of a sequel. It just proves that there"s a plot against Priscilla"s life, and I already knew that. I intend to ask Miss McKay about him. I don"t know her, except by sight, but in a case of life and death like this, I don"t think it"s necessary to wait for an introduction."
The next evening Patty announced: "Sequel number two! Mr. Frederick K.
Stanthrope lives in New York, and is Miss McKay"s brother"s best friend.
She has only met him once before, and doesn"t know any of his past affiliations. But the queer thing is that he never mentioned to her anything about Priscilla. Shouldn"t you naturally think he would have told her about such a funny mistake?
"In my opinion," Patty continued solemnly, "it was plainly premeditated.
He is undoubtedly a villain in disguise, and he used his acquaintance with Miss McKay as a cloak to elude detection. My theory is this: He got Priscilla"s name out of the catalogue, and came here intending to murder her for her _jools_; but when he saw how big she was he was scared and so abandoned his dastardly intent. Now if he had chosen me, my body would, at this moment, have been concealed behind the sofa, and my cla.s.s-pin reposing in the murderer"s pocket."
Patty shuddered. "Think what I escaped. And all the time I was grumbling because nothing ever happens here!"
A few days later she appeared at the table with a further announcement: "I have the pleasure of offering for your perusal, young ladies, the third and last sequel in the great Stanthrope-Pond-McKay mystery. And I hereby take the opportunity of apologizing to Mr. Stanthrope for my unworthy suspicions. He is not a burglar, nor a detective, nor a murderer, nor even a lawyer, but just a poor young man with a buried romance."
"How did you find out?"--in a chorus of voices.
"I just met Miss McKay in the hall, and she has been in New York, where her brother told her the particulars. It seems that three or four years ago Mr. Frederick K. Stanthrope was engaged to a girl here in college named Alice Pond--she is now Mrs. Hiram Brown, but that has nothing to do with the story.
"Being in town last Sat.u.r.day on business, he decided to run out and call on Miss McKay, as he was such a friend of her brother"s--and also for the sake of old times. He amused himself all the way out in the car by resurrecting his buried romance, and he kept getting more and more pensive with every mile. When he finally reached the door and handed his card to the maid, he abstractedly called for Miss Pond just as he used to do four years ago. He didn"t realize at first what he had done. Then it came over him in a flash, but he couldn"t catch Sadie. He knew, of course, that the other man had heard, and he sat there scared to death, trying to think of some plausible excuse, and momentarily expecting a strange Miss Pond to pop in and demand an explanation.
"Sure enough, the curtains parted, and a tall, beautiful, stately creature (I quote Miss McKay"s brother) swept into the room, and, approaching the wrong man, asked him in haughty tones if he were Mr.
Frederick K. Stanthrope. He very properly denied it, whereupon there was nothing for the right Mr. Stanthrope to do but stand up and acknowledge it like a man, which he did; but there he stuck. His imagination was numbed, paralyzed; so he turned it off on poor Sadie, and all the time he knew that the other man knew that he was lying. And that is all,"
Patty finished. "It"s not much of a story, but such as it is, it"s a blessing to have it concluded."
"Patty," called Priscilla, from the other end of the table, "have you been telling them that absurd story?"
"Why not?" asked Patty. "Having heard so many sequels, they naturally wanted to hear the last."
Priscilla laughed. "But yours doesn"t happen to be the last. I know a still later one."
"Later than Patty"s?" the table demanded.
"Yes, later than Patty"s. It isn"t really a sequel; it"s just an appendix. I shouldn"t tell you, only you"ll find it out, so I might as well. Miss McKay has invited two men for the junior party, and both have accepted. As two men are hard to manage, she has (by request) asked me to take care of one of them--namely, Mr. Frederick K. Stanthrope."
Patty sighed. "I see a whole series of sequels stretching away into the future. It"s worse than the Elsie Books!"
VII
In Pursuit of Old English
"h.e.l.lo, Patty! Have you read the bulletin-board this morning?" called Cathy Fair, as she caught up with Patty on the way home from a third-hour recitation.
"No," said Patty; "I think it"s a bad habit. You see too many unpleasant things there."
"Well, there"s certainly an unpleasant one to-day. Miss Skelling wishes the Old English cla.s.s to be provided with writing materials this afternoon."
Patty stopped with a groan. "I think it"s absolutely abominable to give an examination without a word of warning."
"Not an examination," quoted Cathy; "just a "little test to see how much you know.""
"I don"t know a thing," wailed Patty--"not a blessed thing."