The Green Dolphin
“Come, bring along a chair,” put in Althea.
“There’ll be nothin’ for you at the Inn at this hour, so you may’s well
have your supper here. Besides, we’ve a bit of news we want you should
hear. ’Becca’s cousin is comin’ from Springfield to make her a little
visit--at least we hope she is. She ain’t been away all summer, an’ I
thought a breath of Cape air would do her good. We’re aimin’ to give
her a real good time if she comes. She’s young, you see. Still, spite
of the fact we’re all old folks--all but you, Doctor--I reckon we can
make things pleasant enough for her so she won’t be lonesome.”
“I’m sure we can,” returned Asaph, his kind heart touched by his wife’s
appeal. “I’m glad, ’Becca, some of your people are comin’ to see you.”
“What age is your cousin?” piped Lemuel Gill.
“She’s in the twenties.”
“Bless my soul! Nothin’ but a girl!”
Miss Crosby nodded.
“It’s her mother who’s really my cousin,” explained she. “But I always
rank ’em together.”
“That’s why we may have to call in the assistance of somebody younger’n
ourselves to entertain her,” Althea interpolated, “I’m dependin’ on
Doctor Hollingsworth to do some of the honors.”
“I shall be glad to.”
“That’s good of you,” Rebecca declared. “I sha’n’t let the child bore
you, I promise you that.”
“No relative of yours could possibly be a bore, Miss Rebecca,”
responded Eric with a gallant bow to the little woman.
And with this introduction the prologue to the approaching drama ended.
CHAPTER XVII
“The Dolphin is certainly increasin’ with amazin’ rapidity,” remarked
Lemuel Gill to Asaph a few days later, while the two were sprinkling
with sulphur the mildewed leaves of a giant pink phlox.
“We are gettin’ together quite a houseful,” acquiesced his crony. “Now
Eleanor Parker’s come the rooms are full of people as a pod is full
of peas. Still, I was almighty glad to ask her. It pleased ’Becca no
end, an’ I’d go a good bit out of my way to give happiness to Rebecca
Crosby. Furthermore, we’re enjoyin’ havin’ the girl round. She’s like a
fresh west wind--so cheery an’ wholesome. Old folks like us need young
folks about ’em or they get crabbed an’ set in their ways. Now you
couldn’t get very set with a person such as Eleanor is. She’s forever
dashin’ in an’ dashin’ out--goin’ clammin’, crabbin’, bathin’, rowin’,
an’ I don’t know what not. I never saw such energy in all my born days.
An’ everythin’ she does she has such an elegant time a-doin’. It’s fun
just to set back an’ watch her. Althea’s havin’ the time of her life
with so much company. There’s three females now to talk bunnits an’
fol-de-rols.”
“Meantime it certainly leaves us more to ourselves,” murmured Lemmy
with a sigh of satisfaction. “We ain’t had a chance to do so much
cultivatin’ an’ transplantin’ all summer. My garden looks like another
place an’ so does yours. You can’t work to much purpose when ’twixt
every weed you pull somebody’s summonin’ you to go to the store for
eggs; forage the fields for mint; or go chasin’ cedar boughs. How
Althea manages to hang onto her enthusiasm for all this tea business
beats me. I must own that even fudge cake is beginnin’ to have only a
faint attraction. I’ve et so much of it I--”
“An’ I, too,” Asaph nodded. “That sweet stuff gets terrible cloyin’
after a while. I’d give more for a bowl of blueberries an’ milk than
for all the cake ever frosted. But the women wouldn’t. This little
cousin of ’Becca’s now, she nibbles down slabs of chocolate cake like
as if she was a squirrel munchin’ nuts. It’s amusin’ to see her. I find
myself continually starin’ at her for sheer pleasure. ’Tain’t that
she’s so pretty. She can’t hold a candle to Peggy Davidson, not in my
opinion. But she has a way with her you can’t help likin’--a kinder of
a takin’ way same’s a kitten has.”
“Zeke Barker says she’s a hummer,” grinned Lemuel. “Already she’s been
down to the shore an’ took the men by storm. Zeke is for askin’ her
fishin’, an’ has bet me a silver quarter she wouldn’t dare take a
squid off the hook should she jig one. But he don’t know her. She’d go
to a squid or an eel same’s a man would. Still, I didn’t tell him that.
I let him put up his money.”
Asaph bent to twitch a faded leaf from the plant beside him.
“Mebbe ’twould be just as well not to mention that joke at the
Dolphin,” responded he with obvious embarrassment. “You see, Althea’s
got strong notions about--”
“About my takin’ money from Zeke?” cut in the unabashed Lemuel.
“Uh--huh.”
“’Gainst her principles, eh? Well, well! Think of Althea concernin’
herself about my morals!” He sobered. “I can’t remember the day a
woman’s given my soul a thought. You thank her, won’t you?” He seemed
touched. “Still at the same time you might assure her that while the
little wagerin’ I do with Zeke ain’t harmin’ me, it’s doin’ a lot for
his Christian character. You’ve got to be mindful of your neighbor’s
good’s well’s your own, you know. Partin’ with money ain’t Zeke’s
strong point. It costs him a pang every time he does it. Now, my theory
is that his spendin’ muscles want exercisin’. I reason every copper I
wring out of him makes ’em that much more limber. By an’ by, if I keep
at him long enough, I figger to get him so’st he can hand out a dollar
bill without havin’ to be rubbed down with liniment afterwards. You
might put it to Althea that way. Mebbe she’d feel different.”
“I’m afraid she wouldn’t.”
“Humph! That’s too bad. Well, we can’t all feel alike. This Parker
girl now, she saw my point right away, agreein’ there was nothin’ like
gymnastics for strengthenin’ one’s weak parts. For a girl so young
she’s tremendously understandin’. Have you noticed how took with her
Eric seems to be? He’s hung round her ever since she came, takin’ her
ridin’ an’ dancin’ till I’ve hardly known what to make of it. Sometimes
I’ve thought Peggy wondered at it, too. Why, ’twarn’t no time ago he
was danglin’ at her heels like as if he couldn’t bear her out of his
sight. An’ now look at him!”
The little man stroked his chin.
“Kinder surprisin’, ain’t it?” echoed his friend.
“Surprisin’ ain’t the word. I call it disconcertin’,” announced
Lemmy. “In my day if you toted a girl round ’twas because you were
keepin’ company with her an’ meant to marry her. But now--Lord! Today
everybody goes with everybody--married or single, it don’t make no
difference--an’ it means nothin’ in the world. Look at the folks that
come to the Dolphin for tea--husbands with other men’s wives, an’ wives
with other women’s husbands; fellars that take out a different girl
every day in the week. It’s too much for my understandin’. S’pose you
was to invite Ephriam Wise’s wife a-ridin’ an’ Eph was to take out
Althea? Or s’pose I was to go meanderin’ out with Rebecca Crosby--”
He came to an abrupt halt as if the sentence so thoughtlessly begun had
presented to his imagination a situation never before contemplated.
“I know,” interrupted Asaph, who, bending low over a kaleidoscopic
mass of portulaca, had failed to take note of his colleague’s startled
expression. “Belleport would be doin’ some pretty stiff talkin’, I
guess. Likely it’s all custom. City folks do heaps of things different
from what we do ’em here. I’m always tryin’ to remember that. Take
Peggy an’ Eric, now. There ain’t two better young people livin’; an’
yet here they are, she shiftin’ from him to that navy chap, an’ he
swappin’ her off for ’Becca’s cousin with less fuss than the tide makes
a-turnin’.”
Lemuel, deep in thought, offered no reply.
“I’m kinder sorry ’bout it, too,” went on the man, “’cause Peggy an’
the Doctor were a couple pleasin’ly matched, to my eye. Wal’, I reckon
there’s no use wastin’ tears about it. Worry helps nothin’. Besides,
like as not they’ll whiffle round again an’ next we know the navy
lieutenant may be matin’ up with Eleanor Parker an’ the Doctor with
’Becca Crosby.” Chucklin’ at the jest he awaited Lemmy’s answering
guffaw.
But no sound of merriment came from the Captain. Instead he stood
glowering down upon the riot of color at his feet as if its gaiety
irritated him.
“Those spranglin’ things make me tired,” he growled. “I’ve got a bed of
’em over to my place an’ they spread round as if they owned the earth.
I’ve been tempted a hundred times to pull ’em all up.”
“I thought you liked ’em,” ventured Asaph, puzzled by Lemuel’s sudden
change of mood.
“I don’t.”
“Ain’t that funny, now? Folks’ tastes do certainly differ concernin’
flowers. I set a lot of store by my portulacas. As for Rebecca
Crosby, she admires ’em above everythin’. She has a leanin’ towards
bright-colored flowers anyhow. Only yesterday she was remarkin’ how
cheery the sight of this bed was.”
“Likely it is,” came grudgingly from Lemmy. “Oh, I s’pose I’ll leave
mine since they’re planted an’ doin’ well; still, they do take a sight
of room.”
Having dragged himself out of his reverie far enough to participate in
the argument he promptly settled back into it again.
Asaph, however, was too much interested in his work to heed his
preoccupation.
“What do you figger Rebecca makes of this cousin of hers tearin’ the
length of the Cape with Eric Hollingsworth?” he inquired, chatting on.
Lemuel yawned and with visible effort once more came back to life.
“I dunno. She don’t seem to take no notice of it. Likely she’s as put
to it to understand the goin’s on of this generation as are the rest of
us. What has Althea to say about it? Have you talked with her? She must
have an opinion.”
“I did sorter hint to Althea one night that it looked to me as if
affairs ’twixt Peggy an’ the Doctor were goin’ awry, an’ she just
laughed an’ said not to bother my head about ’em; ’twas all right. So I
reckon it must be. Even if ’twarn’t I don’t see what you an’ me could
do about it.”
In the meantime, while the two men scratched their heads and pondered,
Althea and Rebecca, the instigators of the plot, sat in the kitchen
cracking nuts and stoning raisins.
“It’s goin’ better’n I hoped,” Miss Crosby was saying. “The Doctor is
playin’ up splendid. I’d no idea he’d take hold so well. An’ the best
of it is he seems to be really enjoyin’ it. You’d think he’d known
Eleanor months instead of days.”
Althea’s answer came with less exultation.
“Oh, there’s no trouble about the way they’re gettin’ on,” said she.
“The thing that’s worryin’ me now is whether they ain’t puttin’ up with
one another ’most too well.”
“What do you mean?”
“Havin’ too good a time.”
Lightly Rebecca laughed.
“Oh, mercy! Don’t fret about that. It’s only a game. They’re just
pretendin’.”
“I s’pose so.”
“Don’t you know they are?”
“I wish I could be sure. What’d you say to your cousin, anyway?”
Rebecca paused to extract a pecan from its shell.
“Nothin’,” was her astounding admission. “I meant from the first to
explain the situation to her. That was my idea. But on turnin’ matters
over in my mind I decided that to give away the scheme might spoil the
whole thing. The minute I paraded the plan out into the daylight ’twas
goin’ to make her self-conscious an’ foolish feelin’. So I decided to
keep mum.”
“You mean to say you ain’t breathed a word to her of Peggy an’ Eric?”
Althea gasped.
“Not a syllable. It seemed to me the fewer people we let into the
secret the better. Eleanor warn’t born yesterday. She has eyes in her
head. Furthermore, girls ain’t as innocent now as they were in your day
an’ mine. They’ve common sense enough to look after themselves.”
“Common sense ain’t a commodity that comes much to the fore in love
affairs,” was the dry comment.
“I’ll risk Eleanor,” smiled Rebecca tranquilly. “She ain’t goin’ to
get into any snarl. She’s just havin’ a royal good time.”