Her undisguised admission of her caring for him was a bit disconcerting, although perhaps also a little sweet to his youthful male vanity. Her caring was a complication, made him feel as if somehow he ought to make up to her for failing her in the big thing by granting her the smaller favor.
By the time he had reached the top of the Hill he was rather definitely committed in his own mind to the Holyoke trip, if he could throw enough dust in his uncle"s eyes to get away with it.
Arrived at the house he flung the other mail on the hall table and went upstairs. As he pa.s.sed his grandmother"s room he noticed that the door was ajar and stepped in for a word with her. She looked very still and white as she lay there in the big, old fashioned four-poster bed! Poor Granny! It was awfully sad to be old. Ted couldn"t quite imagine it for himself, somehow.
""Lo, Granny dear," he greeted, stooping to kiss the withered old cheek.
"How goes it?"
"About as usual, dear. Any word from Larry?" There was a plaintive note in Madame Holiday"s voice. She was never quite content unless all the "children" were under the family roof-tree. And Larry was particularly dear to her heart.
"Yes, I just brought a letter for Uncle Phil. The very idea of your wanting Larry when you have Tony and me, and you haven"t had us for so long." Ted pretended to be reproachful and his grandmother reached for his hand.
"I know, dear boy. I am very glad to have you and Tony. But Larry is a habit, like Philip. You mustn"t mind my missing him."
"Course I don"t mind, Granny. I was just jossing. I don"t blame you a bit for missing Larry. He is a mighty good thing to have in the family. Wish I were half as valuable."
"You are, sonny. I am so happy to be having you here all summer."
"Maybe not quite all summer. I"ll be going off for little trips," he prepared her gently.
"Youth! Youth! Never still--always wanting to fly off somewhere!"
"We all fly back mighty quick," comforted Ted. "There come the kiddies."
A patter of small feet sounded down the hall. In the next moment they were there--st.u.r.dy Eric, the six year old, apple-cheeked, incredibly energetic, already bidding fair to equal if not to rival his cousin Ted"s reputation for juvenile naughtiness; and Hester, two years younger, a rose-and-snow creation, cherubic, adorable, with bobbing silver curls, delectably dimpled elbows and corn flower blue eyes.
Fresh from the tub and the daily delightful frolic with Daddy, they now appeared for that other ceremonial known as saying good-night to Granny.
"Teddy! Teddy! Ride us to Granny," demanded Eric hilariously, jubilant at finding his favorite tall cousin on the spot.
""Es, wide us, wide us," chimed in Hester, not to be outdone.
"You fiends!" But Ted obediently got down on "all fours" while the small folks clambered up on his back and he "rode" them over to the bed, their bathrobes flying as they went. Arrived at the destination Ted deftly deposited his load in a giggling, squirming heap on the rug and then gathering up the small Hester, swung her aloft, bringing her down with her rose bud of a mouth close to Granny"s pale cheeks.
"Kiss your flying angel, Granny, before she flies away again."
"Me! Me!" clamored Eric vociferously, hugging Ted"s knees. "Me flying angel, too!"
"Not much," objected Ted. "No angel about you. Too, too much solid flesh and bones. Kiss Granny, quick. I hear your parents approaching."
Philip and Margery appeared on the threshold, seeking their obstreperous offspring.
There was another stampede, this time in the direction of the "parents."
"Ca"y me! Ca"y me, Daddy," chirruped Hester.
"No, me. Ride me piggy-back," insisted Eric.
"Such children!" smiled Margery. "Ted, you encourage them. They are more barbarian than ever when you are here, and they are bad enough under normal conditions."
Ted chuckled at that. He and his Aunt Margery were the best of good friends. They always had been since Ted had refused to join her Round Table on the grounds that he might have to be sorry for being bad if he did, though he had subsequently capitulated, in view of the manifest advantages accruing to membership in the order.
"That"s right. Lay it to me. I don"t believe Uncle Phil was a saint, either, was he, Granny?" he appealed. "I"ll bet the kids get some of their deviltry by direct line of descent."
His grandmother smiled.
"We forget a good deal about our children"s naughtinesses when they are grown up," she said. "I"ve even forgotten some of yours, Teddy."
"Lucky," grinned her grandson, stooping to kiss her again. "_Allons, enfants_."
Later, when the obstreperous ones were in bed and everything quiet Philip and Margery sat together in the hammock, lovers still after eight years of strenuous married life and discussed Larry"s last letter, which had contained the rather astonishing request that he be permitted to bring the little lady who had forgotten her past to Holiday Hill with him.
"Queer proposition!" murmured the doctor. "Doesn"t sound like sober Larry."
"I am not so sure. There is a quixotic streak in him--in all you Holidays, for that matter. You can"t say much. Think of the stray boys you have taken in at one time or another, some of them rather dubious specimens, I infer."
Margery"s eyes smiled tender raillery at her husband. He chuckled at the arraignment, and admitted its justice. Still, boys were not mystery ladies. She must grant him that. Then he sobered.
"It is only you that makes me hesitate, Margery mine. You are carrying about as heavy a burden now as any one woman ought to take upon herself, with me and the house and the children and Granny. And here is this crazy nephew of mine proposing the addition to the family of a stranger who hasn"t any past and whose future seems wrapped mostly in a nebular hypothesis. It is rather a large order, my dear."
"Not too large. It isn"t as if she were seriously ill, or would be a burden in any way. Besides, it is Larry"s home as well as ours, and he so seldom asks anything for himself, and is always ready to help anywhere.
Do you really mind her coming, Phil?"
"Not if you don"t. I am glad to agree if it is not going to be too hard for you. As you say, Larry doesn"t ever ask much for himself and I am interested in the case, anyway. Shall we wire him to bring her, then?"
"Please do. I shall be very glad."
"You are a wonder, Margery mine." And the doctor bent and kissed his wife before going in to telephone the message to be sent his nephew that night, a message bidding him and the little stranger welcome, whenever they cared to come to the House on the Hill.
And far away in Pittsburgh, Larry got the word that night and smiled content. Bless Uncle Phil and Aunt Margery! They never failed you, no matter what you asked of them.
CHAPTER VIII
THE LITTLE LADY WHO FORGOT
Larry Holiday was a rather startlingly energetic person when he once got under way. The next morning he overruled the "Mystery Lady"s" faint demurs, successfully argued the senior doctor into agreement with his somewhat surprising plan of procedure, wired his uncle, engaged train reservations for that evening, secured a nurse, preempted the services of a Red Cap who promised to be waiting with a chair at the station so that the little invalid would not have to set foot upon the ground, and finally carried the latter with his own strong young arms onto the train and into a large, cool stateroom where a fan was already whirring and the white-clad nurse waiting to minister to the needs of the frail traveler.
In a few moments the train was slipping smoothly out of the station and the girl who had forgotten most things else knew that she was being spirited off to a delightful sounding place called Holiday Hill in the charge of a gray-eyed young doctor who had made himself personally responsible for her from the moment he had extricated her, more dead than alive, from the wreckage. Somehow, for the moment she was quite content with the knowledge.
Leaving his charge in the nurse"s care, Larry Holiday ensconced himself in his seat not far from the stateroom and pretended to read his paper.
But it might just as well have been printed in ancient Sanscrit for all the meaning its words conveyed to his brain. His corporeal self occupied the green plush seat. His spiritual person was elsewhere.
After fifteen minutes of futile effort at concentration he flung down the paper and strode to the door of the stateroom. A white linen arm answered his gentle knock. There was a moment"s consultation, then the nurse came out and Larry went in.