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for another second, Mrs. Holmes, or your other guests will be mobbing
us. Already Miss Haverford, who is just behind you, has been motioning
for at least ten minutes. She probably wants hot water. She is always
diluting the poor old gentleman’s tea.”
Off bustled Althea.
“Well?” interrogated Miss Crosby, who detected an unwonted excitement
in her friend the instant she entered the kitchen. “What’s up now?”
“Peggy Davidson’s in there with him,” Althea panted in a whisper.
“The brass-buttoned chap?”
Nervously Mrs. Holmes nodded.
“I’m terrible upset. The Doctor’s helpin’ wait on table an’ he’ll be
sure to spy ’em sooner or later.”
“What if he does? He can’t expect every male but himself to be brushed
off the face of the earth.”
“But it’s awful they should run afoul of one another here.”
“Not if they’re gentlemen an’ have any sportin’ blood,” replied
Rebecca, straightening in her chair as if she rather anticipated the
prospective encounter. “The thing for Eric to do is to perk up an’
pretend he don’t care a straw. If I was in his place I’d carry in their
tea myself an’ thump it down on the table as if they were nobodies.
Ketch me givin’ myself away an’ showin’ the white feather.”
“You’d oughter been a man, ’Becca,” responded Althea with admiration.
“There’s times when I wish I had been. The parts they have to play are
so interestin’. Makin’ love now--I’d like nothin’ better than to do it.
There’s so many cute little speeches a man can make to a girl if he’s
smart enough to think of ’em. It’s like bein’ on the stage. I always
did have a leanin’ toward dramatics.”
“I don’t s’pose it seems dramatic to them.”
“But it is. Only it’s a real play instead of a make-believe one--that’s
the difference. Life is the theatre right over again. That’s what makes
it so fascinatin’. Why, we’ve got somethin’ good as any movin’ picture
right here under our noses this very minute--the heroine, the two
rivals, all the fixin’s for a first-class show.”
“I wish we hadn’t.”
“Nonsense, Althea! Why are you so timorous? You’d oughter rise up an’
get enjoyment out of it all since you’ve got the chance. You would if
’twas a book. You’d delight in such an excitin’ story.”
“I know it. But you see when it’s goin’ on before my eyes--”
“You don’t hanker for it? I do. I can take as much pleasure watchin’
Peggy an’ those two men as if I was at a play. It’s thrillin’ beyond
expression. I hope the navy feller is good lookin’, ’twould be a pity
she should be wasted on a plain man.”
“Oh, his looks are all right.”
“Is he handsome as the Doctor?”
“M----m, I hardly know. Mebbe you’d say so. The Lieutenant is light
complected, though.”
“One light an’ one dark! Ain’t that perfect?” ejaculated Rebecca,
softly clapping her hands. “I told you it was all like a book.”
“Why don’t you carry in their tray an’ then you can get a peep at the
new beau.”
It was plain the suggestion tempted Miss Crosby, for she seemed on the
point of acquiescing; nevertheless, after a moment of thought, she
resolutely swept the idea aside.
“I mean Eric shall,” was her answer.
“Rebecca! You wouldn’t send that poor young man on such an errand as
that--not really!”
“Indeed I would,” promptly asserted Rebecca. “He’ll much better do
it than your husband or Captain Gill. They’d be sure to say the wrong
thing.”
“Men are sorter blunderin’,” Althea admitted. “Mebbe--”
But Miss Crosby did not delay to hear her confederate’s cautious
philosophy.
“Doctor Hollingsworth!” called she as the young man passed through the
doorway, “how’d you feel about takin’ this tray in to Peggy? She an’
that friend of hers are havin’ tea out on the piazza.”
The man started, a wave of color surging from neck to forehead.
“Both the Captain an’ Mr. Holmes are busy an’ the dishes are too heavy
for Mis’ Holmes to lift,” went on ’Becca in an even tone.
Despite her innocent air, however, fun and excitement danced in her
eyes, and catching their challenge Eric darted her an understanding
smile. Then, squaring his shoulders with a determination that showed
the humor of the situation was not lost upon him, he took up the tray.
“Certainly I’ll carry it,” nodded he.
“Just set it down an’ don’t loiter, ’cause there’s somethin’ else I
want done when you get back. You won’t need to do more’n just greet
’em, I guess.”
The remark dropped lightly as a rose petal--so lightly that only the
keenest observer would have sensed the demure little woman, intent
on spreading with mayonnaise flakey bits of lobster, was in reality
coaching the star actor of an engrossing comedy.
“I’ll be back directly.”
Again the glance of the two met, and heartened by the realization that
he had a stanch ally, young Hollingsworth departed.
In the meantime Rebecca waylaid both Asaph and Lemmy Gill and announced
to them quite as if it were an every-day happening:
“Peggy Davidson’s in there havin’ tea with some friend of hers. Doctor
Eric is talkin’ to ’em now. By an’ by you must go in an’ see her.”
It seemed wiser to let it go at that. Indeed, before she had
opportunity to explain further, Hollingsworth was at her elbow.
She lifted her eyes inquiringly to his face.
“Well?”
“They said to tell you everything was delicious. What else do you want
done?”
As if she had crossed a reach of foaming rapids, Rebecca drew a quick
breath.
“Sit down a second an’ let me think. It’s gone clean out of my head,”
she murmured. “’Twill come to me in a moment. It was somethin’ quite
important.”
But although the young physician remained for some time at her side,
the elusive task Miss Crosby wished to have performed failed to
present itself to her memory. Whenever he stirred and threatened to
leave her she would exclaim:
“Wait just another jiffy; I’m almost rememberin’. I shall have it in a
trice. Meanwhile, since you’re settin’ here would you mind dryin’ some
of this lettuce. Here’s a towel. Just sop it off gently. I can’t endure
wet lettuce, can you?”
The diplomat might as well have fastened a ball and chain to the foot
of her victim so securely was he bound to her apron strings. And when
at length the task she had set was finished and he was free to go,
behold, Peggy and her swain had departed.
“Not a bad beginnin’,” acclaimed she to Althea later on. “But it’s got
to be followed up. The man can’t be left hangin’ round that hotel with
nothin’ to do but stare, glare, an’ make himself cheap. Somethin’s
got to be done with him.” She meditated. “I’ve a sort of cousin in
Springfield--a cute little mite of a thing who goes to Smith College.
Eleanor Parker, her name is. I wish to mercy I had her here.”
“What for?”
“Althea! If you ain’t ’most as stupid as your husband! Why, as a sort
of counter-irritant, of course--to take up Eric’s mind an’ give Miss
Peggy somethin’ to think of.”
“You wouldn’t meddle in any such fashion as that, would you, ’Becca?”
was Althea’s horrified query.
“Indeed I would--in a good cause.”
Mrs. Holmes vouchsafed nothing more, nor did Rebecca force her to
further conversation. But after the two had sat in silence for almost
an hour it was no surprise to the arch conspirator to have her say
timidly:
“I s’pose you might invite that cousin of yours down to make you a
visit, ’Becca. That wouldn’t commit anybody to anythin’. We’ve plenty
of room an’--”
“You’d really like me to?” asked Miss Crosby in a tense whisper.
Apparently a measure of her excitement communicated itself to her more
conservative companion, for presently, casting hesitation to the winds,
Althea replied in accents as reckless as her own:
“Yes, I would. You could explain to her how the land lies an’ coach her
up, couldn’t you?”
“Certainly.”
“Do you s’pose she’d come?”
“Oh, she’d come fast enough,” declared Rebecca with assurance. “She’d
like nothin’ better than to get a whiff of salt air. She used to come
down to see Brother Thomas an’ me when she was a child, an’ admire to.
But of late I’ve had no place to invite her to. I happen to know she
ain’t had any vacation this summer. She an’ her mother are in moderate
circumstances, an’ Eleanor can’t afford to board away from home. Should
she come she’d gladly help round in return for her keep, an’ p’raps
another pair of hands wouldn’t be amiss.”
“They certainly wouldn’t on days like this,” smiled Althea. “You go
ahead an’ ask her. Send her word tonight an’ tell her to start quick’s
she gets the letter. Nobody need know about it but ourselves. I’ll fix
things with Asaph. What more natural than your relatives should make a
trip to the Cape to see you?”
“You’re sure you want her? I warn’t actually serious about it, you
know, when I begun. I was just kinder thinkin’ aloud an’ turnin’ over
in imagination what could be done, when the idea popped into my head.”
“But you’d enjoy havin’ the girl here for a while, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, indeed! I’m fond as can be of her an’ her mother. They’re the
only folks I have in the world. Ever since Brother Thomas’s death
they’ve continually urged me to come to Springfield an’ live with
them. But I’d rather be independent. You know how ’tis. When you’re in
somebody else’s home you’re neither hay nor grass--neither one of the
family nor a visitor. Besides, I reckon I’d never be content such a
distance away from the sea. After livin’ always on the coast the brine
gets into your blood an’ you feel like a fish gaspin’ for breath if
you go inland.”
“I know,” agreed Althea. “I wouldn’t live in the country were I to be
given a farm an’ acres of land. ’Twould be no inducement.” Then, with
mind still intent on the scheme in hand, she added, as if to calm the
clamors of an uneasy conscience: “Likely comin’ to Belleport for a time
will do your cousin worlds of good. You write her so’st the letter
will be ready to go in the evenin’s mail an’ I’ll send Asaph to the
post-office with it.”
“It’s awful kind of you, Althea.”
“Heavens to Betsy! Don’t put it that way. I like havin’ company.
Furthermore ’twill be excitin’. I believe, Rebecca, I’ve caught your
match-makin’ spirit. I never was mixed up in anythin’ of the sort
before; but I’m bound to confess the adventure of it does set one’s
blood to tinglin’.”
“Of course it does,” chuckled the contriver of the plot. “In my opinion
there’s nothin’ can compare with a good live love affair for interest.
Now if Eric will only brace up an’ do his part--”
“Mebbe he won’t take a fancy to your cousin.”
“No matter if he don’t. He can manage, I guess, to put up with her for
a little while. Don’t worry about that. Leave him to me. I’ll make
him understand the arrangement is for his good. Hush, here comes your
husband an’ Captain Gill. We’d best keep the matter to ourselves if
we don’t want the fat in the fire.” Then in quite another tone Miss
Crosby called:
“Folks all gone, Cap’n?”
“The last bloomin’ one went out the gate just now. I’m tired to death
an’ hungry as an elephant. What a day!”
“How many people have we had? Got any idea?”
“I lost track of ’em. They got to pilin’ in at such a rate all I could
do was to whirl round an’ round with the cake like a dancin’ dervish.
I’ll bet every smitch of food’s et up,” concluded he despondently.
“No, it ain’t,” contradicted Rebecca, “I saw to that. There’s salad in
the ice-chest; an’ sandwiches an’ iced tea besides. Moreover, there’s a
plate of your favorite little orange cakes under the big yaller bowl on
the pantry shelf.”
“You’re an angel, Miss ’Becca!” began Lemuel. “In all my life I never
met--”
“Instead of talkin’ nonsense you an’ Mr. Holmes better go an’ fetch
some chairs,” interposed Rebecca. “We’ll have a picnic supper right
here. Persuade the Doctor to stay, too. He must be hungry as the rest
of us.”
“Who said eats?” called Eric.