I ought to have been glad. I was, although when Mrs. d.i.c.ky found they were all staying, and that she might have to live in the shelter-house the rest of the winter, there was an awful scene. I was glad, too, every time I could see Mr. Thoburn"s gloomy face, or hear the things he said when his name went up for the military walk.
(Oh yes, we had a blackboard in the hall, and every morning each guest looked to see if it was wood-pile day or military-walk day. At first, instead of wood-pile, it was walk-clearing day, but they soon had the snow off all the paths.)
As I say, I was glad. It looked as if the new idea was a success, although as Doctor Barnes said, n.o.body could really tell until new people began to come. That was the real test. They had turned the baths into a gymnasium and they had beginners" cla.s.ses and advanced cla.s.ses, and a prize offered on the blackboard of a cigar for the man who made the most muscular improvement in a week. The bishop won it the first week, being the only one who could lie on his back and raise himself to a sitting position without helping himself with his hands. As Mrs. Moody said, it would be easy enough if somebody only sat on one"s feet to hold them down.
But I must say I never got over the shock of seeing the spring-house drifted with snow, all the windows wide open, the spring frozen hard, and people sitting there during the rest hour, in furs and steamer rugs, trying to play cards with mittens on--their hands, not the cards, of course--and not wrangling. I was lonesome for it!
I hadn"t much to do, except from two to four to be at the spring-house, and to count for the deep-breathing exercise. Oh, yes, we had that, too!
I rang a bell every half-hour and everybody got up, and I counted slowly "one" and they breathed in through their noses, and "two" and they exhaled quickly through their mouths. I guess most of them used more of their lungs than they ever knew they had.
Well, everybody looked better and felt better, although they wouldn"t all acknowledge it. Miss Cobb suffered most, not having the fire log to curl her hair with. But as she said herself, between gymnasium and military walks, and the silence hour, and eating, which took a long time, everybody being hungry--and going to bed at nine, she didn"t see how she could have worried with it, anyhow. The fat ones, of course, objected to an apple and a cup of hot water for breakfast, but except Mr. Thoburn, they all realized it was for the best. He wasn"t there for his health, he said, having never had a sick day in his life, but when he saw it was apple and hot water or leave, he did like Adam--he took the apple.
The strange thing of all was the way they began to look up to Mr.
Pierce. He was very strict; if he made a rule, it was obey or leave.
(As they knew after Mr. Moody refused to take the military walk, and was presented with his bill and a railroad schedule within an hour. He had to take the military walk with Doctor Barnes that afternoon alone.) They had to respect a man who could do all the things in the gymnasium that they couldn"t, and come in from a ten or fifteen-mile tramp through the snow and take a cold plunge and a swim to rest himself.
It was on Monday that we really got things started, and on Monday afternoon Miss Summers came out to the shelter-house in a towering rage.
"Where"s Mr. Pierce?" she demanded.
"I guess you can see he isn"t here," I said.
"Just wait until I see him!" she announced. "Do you know that I am down on the blackboard for the military walk to-day?
"Why not?"
She turned and glared at me. "Why not?" she repeated. "Why, the audacity of the wretch! He brings me out into the country in winter to play in his atrocious play, strands me, and then tells me to walk twenty miles a day and smile over it!" She came over to me and shook my arm. "Not only that," she said, "but he has cut out my cigarettes and put Arabella on dog biscuit--Arabella, who can hardly eat a chicken wing."
"Well, there"s something to be thankful for," I said. "He didn"t put you on dog biscuit."
She laughed then, with one of her quick changes of humor.
"The worst of it is," she said, in a confidential whisper, "I"ll do it.
I feel it. I guess if the truth were known I"m some older than he is, but--I"m afraid of him, Minnie. Little Judy is ready to crawl around and speak for a cracker or a kind word. Oh, I"m not in love with him, but he"s got the courage to say what he means and do what he says."
She went to the door and looked back smiling.
"I"m off for the wood-pile," she called back. "And I"ve promised to chop two inches off my heels."
As I say, they took to it like ducks to water--except two of them, von Inwald and Thoburn. Mr. von Inwald stayed on, I hardly know why, but I guess it was because Mr. Jennings still hadn"t done anything final about settlements, and with the newspapers marrying him every day it wasn"t very comfortable. Next to him, Mr. Thoburn was the unhappiest mortal I have ever seen. He wouldn"t leave, and with Doctor Barnes carrying out his threat to take six inches off his waist, he stopped measuring window-frames with a tape line and took to measuring himself.
I came across him on Wednesday--the third day--straggling home from the military walk. He and Mr. von Inwald limped across the tennis-court and collapsed on the steps of the spring-house while the others went on to the sanatorium. I had been brushing the porch, and I leaned on my broom and looked at them.
"You"re both looking a lot better," I said. "Not so--well, not so beer-y. How do you like it by this time?"
"Fine!" answered Mr. Thoburn. "Wouldn"t stay if I didn"t like it."
"Wouldn"t you?"
"But I"ll tell you this, Minnie," he said, changing his position with a groan to look up at me, "somebody ought to warn that young man. Human nature can stand a lot but it can"t stand everything. He"s overdoing it!"
"They like it," I said.
"They think they do," he retorted. "Mark my words, Minnie, if he adds another mile to the walk to-morrow there will be a mutiny. Kingdoms may be lost by an extra blister on a heel."
Mr. von Inwald had been sitting with his feet straight out, scowling, but now he turned and looked at me coolly.
"All that keeps me here," he said, "is Minnie"s lovely hair. It takes me mentally back home, Minnie, to a lovely lady--may I have a bit of it to keep by me?"
"You may not," I retorted angrily.
"Oh! The lovely lady--but never mind that. For the sake of my love for you, Minnie, find me a cigarette, like a good girl! I am desolate."
"There"s no tobacco on the place," I said firmly, and went on with my sweeping.
"When I was a boy," Mr. Thoburn remarked, looking out thoughtfully over the snow, "we made a sort of cigarette out of corn-silk. You don"t happen to have any corn-silk about, do you, Minnie?"
"No," I said shortly. "If you take my advice, Mr. Thoburn, you"ll go back to town. You can get all the tobacco you want there--and you"re wasting your time here." I leaned on my broom and looked down at him, but he was stretching out his foot and painfully working his ankle up and down.
"Am I?" he asked, looking at his foot. "Well, don"t count on it too much, Minnie. You always inspire me, and sitting here I"ve just thought of something."
He got up and hobbled off the porch, followed by Mr. von Inwald. I saw him say something to Mr. von Inwald, who threw back his head and laughed. Then I saw them stop and shake hands and go on again in deep conversation. I felt uneasy.
Doctor Barnes came out that afternoon and watched me while I closed the windows. He had a package in his hand. He sat on the railing of the spring and looked at me.
"You"re not warmly enough dressed for this kind of thing," he remarked.
"Where"s that gray rabbits" fur, or whatever it is?"
"If you mean my chinchillas," I said, "they"re in their box. Chinchillas are as delicate as babies and not near so plentiful. I"m warm enough."
"You look it." He reached over and caught one of my hands. "Look at that! Blue nails! It"s about four degrees above zero here, and while the rest are wrapped in furs and steamer rugs, with hot.w.a.ter bottles at their feet, you"ve got on a shawl. I"ll bet you two dollars you haven"t got on any--er--winter flannels."
"I never bet," I retorted, and went on folding up the steamer rugs.
"I"d like to help," he said, "but you"re so darned capable, Miss Minnie--"
"You might see if you can get the slot-machine empty," I said. "It"s full of water. It wouldn"t work and Mr. Moody thought it was frozen.
He"s been carrying out boiling water all afternoon. If it stays in there and freezes the thing will explode."
He wasn"t listening. He"d been fussing with his package and now he opened it and handed it to me, in the paper.
"It"s a sweater," he said, not looking at me. "I bought it for myself and it was too small-- Confound it, Minnie, I wish I could lie! I bought them for you! There"s the whole business--sweater, cap, leggings and mittens. Go on! Throw them at me!"
But I didn"t. I looked at them, all white and soft, and it came over me suddenly how kind people had been lately, and how much I"d been getting--the old doctor"s waistcoat b.u.t.tons and Miss Pat"s furs, and now this! I just buried my face in them and cried.
Doctor Barnes stood by and said nothing. Some men wouldn"t have understood, but he did. After a minute or so he came over and pulled the sweater out from the bundle.