The procession began to move gloomily up the steps. All of them carried hand luggage, and they looked tired and sheepish Miss Cobb stopped in front of Mr. Pierce.
"Do you mean to say," she demanded furiously, "that you knew the railroad was blocked with snow, and yet you let us go!"
"On the contrary, Miss Cobb," he said politely, "I remember distinctly regretting that you insisted on going. Besides, there was the Sherman House."
Senator Briggs {sic} stopped in front of him. "Probably you also knew that THAT was full, including the stables, with people from the stalled trains," he a.s.serted furiously.
Two by two they went in and through the hall, stamping the snow off, and up to their old rooms again, leaving Sloc.u.m, the clerk, staring at them as if he couldn"t believe his eyes.
Mr. Pierce and I watched from the piazza, through the gla.s.s.
We saw Doctor Barnes stop and look, and then go and hang over the news stand and laugh himself almost purple, and we saw Mr. Thoburn bringing up the tail of the procession and trying to look unconcerned. I am not a revengeful woman, but that was one of the happiest moments of my life.
Doctor Barnes turned suddenly, and catching me by the arm, whirled me around and around, singing wildly something about Noah and "the animals went in two by, two, the elephant and the kangaroo."
He stopped as suddenly as he began and walked me to the door again.
"We"ve got "em in the ark," he said, "but I"m thinking this forty days of snow is nearly over, Minnie. I don"t think much of the dove and the olive-branch, but WE"VE GOT TO KEEP THEM."
"It"s against the law," I quavered.
"Nonsense!" he said. "We"ve got to make "em WANT to stay!"
CHAPTER XXIII
BACK TO NATURE
We gave them a good supper and Mr. Pierce ordered claret served without extra charge. By eight o"clock they were all in better humor, and when they"d gathered in the lobby Miss Summers gave an imitation of Marie Dressler doing the Salome dance. Every now and then somebody would look out and say it was still snowing, and with the memory of the drifts and the cold stove in the railroad station behind them, they"d gather closer around the fire and insist that they would go as soon as the road was cleared.
But with the exception of Mr. von Inwald, not one of them really wanted to go. As Doctor Barnes said over the news stand, each side was bluffing and wouldn"t call the other, and the fellow with the most nerve would win.
"And, oh, my aunt!" he said, "what a sweet disposition the von Inwald has! Watch him going up and banging his head against the wall!"
Everybody was charmed with the Salome dance, especially when Miss Summers drew the cover off a meat platter she"d been dancing around, and there was Arabella sitting on her hind legs, with a card tied to her neck, and the card said that at eleven there would be a clambake in the kitchen for all the guests.
(The clambake was my idea, but the dog, of course, was Miss Julia"s. I never saw a woman so full of ideas, although it seems that what should have been on the platter was the head of somebody or other.)
Just after the dance I saw Mr. von Inwald talking to Miss Patty. He had been ugly all evening, and now he looked like a devil. She stood facing him with her head thrown back and her fingers twisting her ruby ring.
I guessed that she was about as much surprised as anything else, people having a habit of being pleasant to her most of the time. He left her in a rage, and as he went he collided with Arabella and kicked her.
Miss Patty went white but Miss Summers was not a bit put out. She simply picked up the howling dog and confronted Mr. von Inwald.
"Perhaps you didn"t notice," she said sweetly, "but you kicked my dog."
"Why don"t you keep her out of the way?" he snarled, and they stood glaring at each other.
"Under the circ.u.mstances, Arabella," Miss Julia said--and everybody was listening--"we can only withdraw Mr. von Inwald"s invitation to the kitchen."
"Thank you, I had not intended to go," he said furiously, and went out into the veranda, slamming the door behind him. Mr. Jennings looked up from where he was playing chess by the fire and nodded at Miss Summers.
"Serves him right for his temper!" he said.
"Checkmate!" said the bishop.
Mr. Jennings turned and glared at the board. Then with one sweep he threw all the chessmen on the floor. As Tillie said later, it would be a pity to spoil two houses with Mr. von Inwald and Mr. Jennings If they were in the same family, they could work it off on each other.
Miss Patty came down to the news stand and pretended to hunt for a magazine. I reached over and stroked her hand. "Don"t take it too hard, dearie," I said. "He"s put out to-night, and maybe he isn"t well. Men are like babies. If their stomachs are all right and have plenty in them, they"re pleasant enough. It"s been my experience that your cranky man"s a sick man."
"I don"t think he is sick, Minnie," she said, with a catch in her voice.
"I--I think he is just dev--devilish!"
Well, I thought that too, so I just stroked her hand, and after a minute she got her color again. "It is hard for him," she said. "He thinks this is all vulgar and American, and--oh, Minnie, I want to get away, and yet what shall I do without you to keep me sensible."
"You"ll be a long ways off soon," I said, touching the ring under my hand.
"I wish you could come with me," she said, but I shook my head.
"Here is one dog that isn"t going to sit under any rich man"s table and howl for crumbs," I answered. "If he kicked ME, I"d bite him."
At eleven o"clock we had the clambake with beer in the kitchen, and Mr.
von Inwald came, after all. They were really very cheerful, all of them.
Doctor Barnes insisted that Senator Biggs must not fast any longer, and he ate by my count three dozen clams. At the end, when everybody was happy and everything forgiven, Mr. Pierce got up and made a speech.
He said he was sorry for what had happened that day, but that much he had said he still maintained: that to pretend to make people well in the way most sanatoriums did it was sheer folly, and he felt his responsibility too keenly to countenance a system that was clearly wrong and that the best modern thought considered obsolete.
Miss Cobb sat up at that; she is always talking about the best modern thought.
He said that perfect health, clear skins, bright eyes--he looked at the women, and except for Miss Patty, there wasn"t an honest complexion or a bright eye in the lot--keen appet.i.tes and joy of living all depended on rational and simple living.
"Hear, hear!" said the men.
"The nearer we live to nature, the better," said Senator Biggs oracularly.
"Back to nature," shouted Mr. Moody through a clam.
"Exactly," Mr. Pierce said, smiling.
Mrs. Moody looked alarmed. "You don"t mean doing without clothes--and all that!" she protested.
"Surely!" Miss Summers said, holding up her beer gla.s.s. "A toast, everybody! Back to nature, sans rats, sans rouge, sans stays, sans everything. I"ll need to wear a tag with my name on it. n.o.body will recognize me!"
Mr. Pierce got up again at the head of the long kitchen table and said he merely meant rational living--more air, more exercise, simpler food and better hours. It was being done now in a thousand fresh-air farms, and succeeding. Men went back to their business clearer-headed and women grew more beautiful.
At that, what with the reaction from sitting in the cold station, and the beer and everything, they all grew enthusiastic. Doctor Barnes made a speech, telling that he used to be puny and weak, and how he went into training and became a pugilist, and how he"d fought the Tennessee something or other--the men nodded as if they knew--and licked him in forty seconds or forty rounds, I"m not sure which. The men were standing on their chairs cheering for him, and even Mr. Jennings, who"d been sitting and not saying much, said he thought probably there was something in it.
They ended by agreeing to try it out for a week, beginning with the morning, when everybody was to be down for breakfast by seven-thirty.