“Yes, George?”
“There’s a letter from Arthur. Come down.”
“I can’t, this moment. Je suis en déshabillé.”
“I thought so; your voice sounds full of pins. But you don’t need to air your Vassar French. The pig isn’t listening.”
“My French prose is better than your English verse. What does Arthur say?”
“He’ll be out here early.”
“What for?”
“Girl, have a care! While you are about it, make the most of the small charms with which the good Lord has endowed you.”
68“I will, brother mine; I’m expecting Reginald to have his back scratched.”
Truth to tell, the pig was already contemplating1 a call with that object in view. Since early morning Cleopatra and her yearling colt, Mrs. Cowslip and Gustavius, and William, the big-horned one, had diligently2 cropped the dewy grass of the lower lawn until their sides bulged3, while Reginald was so replete5 with artichokes that he was constrained6 to sit on his haunches and grunt7 stuffily8 while making occasional rude comments on the gluttony of his comrades.
“You have often reproved me for being greedy,” grunted9 Reginald as the colt harvested a luscious10 bunch a yard from where he sat, “yet I have never tried to eat up the whole pasture between sunrise and noon.”
“Don’t give me any of your impudence,” retorted Clarence, with his mouth full, “or I’ll 69shut my teeth on one of your ridiculous, flapping ears.”
“If you gave milk,” commented Mrs. Cowslip, “you would understand the necessity of a stomach filled with something better than artichokes.”
“Ha! ha!” laughed the pig, with his mouth wide open. “The sides of your son bulge4 like the sides of the barrel in which Gabe keeps your breakfast of bran. Ha! ha! does Gustavius give milk?”
“Let me at him, mother,” said the bull-calf, waving his tail aloft and lowering his horns. “I’ll teach him!”
“No, you don’t,” said the pig, showing surprising agility12. “You greedy fellows annoy me; I’m going to the house and get that red-headed girl to scratch my back.”
So intensely satisfied with himself that the kink in his tail tightened13 to the verge14 of discomfort15, 70Reginald scampered16 across the lawn and up the steps leading to the veranda17. With his forefeet on the top step he halted at a gruff challenge from Napoleon. The bull-terrier, with teeth unpleasantly visible, barred his way to the door.
“My goodness,” said the pig, with easy assurance, “how you startled me! You were always such a joker.” And Reginald got his forefeet on the veranda floor.
“Now, that’s the limit,” growled18 Napoleon. “One step farther, and I’ll have your ears in ribbons.”
“You don’t know how handsome you are when you put on that fierce look,” said the pig in flattering tones. “Any stranger would believe you in earnest. But you and I know each other.”
“What do you want?” growled Napoleon, somewhat mollified in spite of himself by the pig’s flattery.
71“I’ve nothing to conceal19 from you, Napoleon. I never have. I’ve come to get that lovely red-headed girl to scratch my back.”
“You’ll have to wait; she’s inside.”
“I’ll go right in,” grunted Reginald complacently20; “no trouble at all, I assure you. Just step one side, Napoleon, and I won’t disturb you in the least.”
“You’ll come right in?” Napoleon was boiling with indignation. “Who ever heard of a pig in the parlor21? You’ll get right out of here before I make you.”
Reginald assumed a look of injured amazement22 as he replied: “Is it possible, Napoleon, that you really mean to do me this injustice23? Have you forgotten that we are all on terms of equality here?”
“Not in the parlor,” growled Napoleon. “No pig gets into our parlor, not if I know it.”
72“But you go into the parlor whenever you please,” grumbled24 Reginald.
“It’s part of my business to go all over the house and see that there’s no trespassing25. That’s what’s been expected of us dogs ever since the world began. Amanda raised an awful row that time the colt got in the kitchen. But I wasn’t to blame, being away from home with Gabe and Cleopatra.”
The pig, with all the stubbornness of his race, refused to be convinced.
“The Professor used to invite me in often,” he complained. “The red-headed girl would, too, I’m sure, if she knew I was here.”
“No, she wouldn’t. She’s busy with that automobile26 chap. Can’t you hear their voices through the window?”
Reginald listened. Yes, it was the voice he loved so well—when accompanied by the delicious sensation of one of Amanda’s cast-off 73nutmeg-graters being rubbed smartly up and down his spine27. It was cool and even, and was saying:—
“No, Arthur, I won’t go for a walk, thank you. I don’t think I like you very well to-day. You explain that you walked over from the station out of regard for the feelings of Cleopatra and Clarence, and yet you are wholly oblivious28 of my feelings. You come out here without your Red Ripper on an ideal day for a spin, and then you add insult to injury by talking of nothing else. Arthur, I hate your Red Ripper, I despise its phenomenally perfect sparking device, I loathe29 its triple-speed gear—”
The pig lifted up his voice in supplication30. It was not in vain. Galatea emerged upon the veranda, smiling a welcome to Reginald, whom the Artist regarded with dark looks of resentment31.
74“Good-morning, Reginald; won’t you be seated?” she said brightly, dragging forward an easy-chair.
The intelligent pig scrambled33 into the chair, making confidential34 little throaty grunts35 out of the side of his mouth into the ear of his hostess. The bull-terrier satisfied his dignity by barking one brief comment for Reginald’s benefit:—
“Now what do you think? This isn’t the parlor. Perhaps you’ll understand after this that the veranda is the limit, for a pig.”
“Hush, Napoleon,” commanded the red-headed girl. “Here, get up beside Reginald and make him feel at home.”
It was a wide chair. After but one instant of disgusted hesitation36, the bull-terrier obeyed.
“What has the terrier done that he should be so humiliated37?” asked the Artist, who 75had even more than the average man’s respect for dogs as compared with other domestic animals.
The girl ignored the question. There was something odd and unfamiliar38 in her manner, a peculiar39 glint in her eye, her full lips were drawn40 in a straighter line than usual. Having no professional interest in the scene, the Artist—unluckily for him—observed none of these ominous41 signs. Galatea shook her finger in the terrier’s face.
“Napoleon, your manner toward Reginald is not cordial. Sit closer!”
The terrier meekly42 obeyed. The pig gave him an expansive smile. The Artist began an impulsive43 protest:—
“Oh, now, I say, Galatea—”
“Napoleon! Reginald! Salute44 each other!”
The dog thumped45 the chair with his tail, the pig grunted amiably47, and they pressed their 76cheeks together like affectionate children. The lank48 figure and solemn visage of the Poet appeared in the door.
“What is Napoleon’s crime that he should suffer such punishment?” he inquired.
“Just as I was remarking,” began the Artist; “but—”
“That will do,” said the girl, taking no notice of these comments. “Now sit up and look pleasant; you are about to have your pictures taken by a very celebrated49 artist.”
Both Reginald and Napoleon assumed attitudes really remarkable50 for their ease and naturalness.
“Ahem!” began the Artist, growing very red in the face, and stopped abruptly51 at a coolly inquiring glance from Galatea.
“Do I understand,” she inquired frigidly52, “that you take the absurd position of Paderewski, Calvé, Jean de Reszke, and other public 77favorites, and disdain53 to exhibit your art upon social occasions?”
“Not at all,” answered the Artist hastily, while the Poet regarded them solemnly, but with a twinkle in his eye. “No, but—Well, you see, I—I am not accustomed to have pigs sit to me for their portraits—at least, not upon social occasions.”
“It is perhaps as well that you should understand fully54 that Reginald is a personal friend of mine, and that we are on terms, not only of sympathetic affection, but of perfect equality.” And the girl placed her arm about the pig’s neck with a caressing55 touch that sent him into a transport of appreciative56 grunts.
“If I thought that you were guying me—”
The girl turned upon him sharply. “Have I ever insinuated57 that you were guying me when you compelled me to listen for hours to mechanical details about your Red Ripper? I, 78to whom poets are proud to read their original manuscripts in advance of publication?”
“Arthur,” said the Poet gravely, “Galatea is right. This is a case of love me, love my pig. Your professional pride need not suffer. In fact, the result of your labors58 may bear appropriately a title that is classical.” He turned to his sister. “Galatea, I assume that you are to be in the picture—you will sit with the pig?”
“Certainly,” said the girl, as a swift glance of understanding passed between brother and sister.
“Why, then, just consider, Arthur,” said the Poet cheerfully, “you can send your picture to the Fall Exhibition catalogued as, ‘Pig-Malion and Galatea.’”
The girl laughed in spite of herself. Even the over-serious Artist was not proof against a conceit59 so pungent60. But Galatea’s mood puzzled and disturbed him, for he really loved her as 79self-complacent young men often do love girls of keen wit and analytical61 minds.
“Unfortunately,” he said, “I have no drawing materials with me.”
“I can supply them,” replied the girl, rising.
Reginald grunted reproachfully and started to scramble32 down from the chair.
“O Reginald, forgive me. I had forgotten you came to have your poor back scratched.”
She turned to the Artist. “Arthur, kindly62 hand me that nutmeg-grater over by the honeysuckle vine.”
The Artist obeyed. The pig grunted in grateful anticipation63. Galatea applied64 the nutmeg-grater where she knew by experience it would do the most good. Napoleon sniffed65 disgustedly, jumped down from the chair, and went to the Poet for consolation66.
“Now, Arthur,” said the girl presently, handing him the nutmeg-grater, “you attend 80to Reginald while I go for the drawing materials.”
The Artist took the unfamiliar instrument, looked at it, and then at the pig, and then at Galatea. He seemed dazed. As has been remarked before in this truthful67 narrative68, the Artist was a most correct and proper young man. He was fashionably dressed, and with excellent taste. He would have considered it a crime to wear a cravat69 that disagreed by so much as a single dot or stripe from the prevailing70 mode. The thought of having in any way transgressed71 the rules of good form, as laid down in the exclusive club of which he was a member, would have tortured him for weeks. Could he conscientiously73 scratch a pig’s back—with a cast-off nutmeg-grater?
Galatea drew up a chair close to that occupied by Reginald. “Come, Arthur; you will not find Reginald ungrateful.”
81“Galatea,” said the Artist, with a supplicating74 glance into the girl’s eyes as he moved toward the vacant chair, “when I leave this evening will you walk part way to the station with me?”
“Are you going to be a true friend to my friend—to Reginald?”
The Poet had strolled to the other end of the veranda.
“Yes, Galatea. You could have no friend who would be unworthy of my friendship.” In spite of the nutmeg-grater in his hand, in spite of the waiting pig, his manner and his voice were romantic.
“Yes, Arthur, then I will walk with you to the station.” But the smile she gave him was reflective, and at least half of it rested on the pig.
The Artist sat down obediently and applied the nutmeg-grater with a will to Reginald’s back. Galatea disappeared within the house. 82Presently she was heard calling to her brother. The Poet followed her. He found her in the library, sitting limply in a straight-backed chair and holding her handkerchief to her mouth. With a gesture of warning she dragged him into her own little den11 off the library, closed the door, and gave her merriment full rein75. The Poet regarded her solemnly. Presently she was able to speak, though her phrases were interrupted by convulsions of cachinnation.
“George, it is perfectly76 clear—that in one respect Arthur—is hopeless—Never, never, never—never in this world will he acquire the slightest sense of humor. Think of it! At this moment—with an old nutmeg-grater, he is scratching a pig’s back—with all the seriousness—and attention to detail—that he would give to a portrait of—the Empress of Russia—George, a little while ago I was angry with Arthur. I thought him stupid, self-sufficient, 83insufferable. But now, when I think of him out there—irreproachably attired—scratching Reginald’s back—with all the grave politeness—and earnestness—with which he would hand around cups of tea at one of Mrs. Van Rensellaer’s afternoons—I—I almost love him.”
The Poet had not even smiled.
“Galatea,” he said, without a trace of his customary solemn banter77, “don’t you carry this thing too far with Arthur. He’s as good as gold. He’s a young man among a million.”
“George, Arthur is more than human. I won’t have it. He’s got to let himself down, like ordinary people.”
“He is a man of honor—honor that is deep-rooted, ancestral.”
“He is a slave to the perfectly correct forms endorsed78 by the Knickerbocker Club.”
“He is a gentleman. He lives in the country 84upon acres that are his own, and is a father to those who serve him.”
“He is sacred to the memory of ‘noblesse oblige,’ and he rubs it in.”
“Galatea, you are an impudent79 and improvident80 young woman. As your legal guardian81 I would feel justified82 in locking you in your room, and keeping you there until you could realize the blessings83 you have and the opportunities that are open to you.”
“George, you are becoming almost as stupid as Arthur is. I wouldn’t have thought it of you. Listen. I am going to reform Arthur. I admit he’s worth saving. It is hopeless ever to expect him to develop a sense of humor, but he shall at least cultivate a sympathetic interest in Bos, Equus and Co.”
She took from her desk and thrust into the Poet’s hands pencils and a sheet of Bristol board.
85“Take these to Arthur, please. I’ll join you in a minute.”
The Poet shook his head doubtfully, but obeyed. The girl stood for a moment with her finger on her lip, smiling. Then she took from a work-basket needles and thread and a yard or two of faded pink ribbon, and, picking up a somewhat dilapidated specimen84 of the fluffy85 chiffon headgear which she affected86, she returned demurely87 to the veranda where the Artist was still painstakingly88 exercising the nutmeg-grater on Reginald’s back. The pig lifted his nose and grunted in her face, with language that could not be misunderstood:—
“Ah, at last! Our mutual89 friend here has been doing his best, but he falls short of exactly the right touch. Evidently he’s inexperienced.”
“Thank you, Arthur,” said Galatea amiably, accepting the post which the Artist surrendered 86to her. “Reginald says you have been very attentive90. Now he will reciprocate91 by posing in his very best manner. Attention, Reginald!”
The pig assumed a serious and dignified92 expression. The girl sat beside him, placing the chiffon affair daintily over his ears. The Artist seated himself opposite with pencils and drawing-board. The Poet leaned against the veranda rail and looked over the Artist’s shoulder. His long visage had resumed its customary expression of whimsical solemnity. The Artist’s manner was unaffectedly professional.
“Does the hat belong to the pose?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Galatea. “The idea is that of a girl thoughtful for the comfort of her dumb friend. To protect his head from the rays of the July sun she places upon it the hat taken from her own head, already well protected by nature.”
87“True,” commented the Poet. “I’ve often thought how chagrined93 the July sun must feel when he attempts to vie with your blazing topknot.”
“As a matter of fact,” went on Galatea composedly, “the flies have been worrying poor Reginald’s ears terribly. Hereafter he shall have the same protection as other civilized94 beings.”
The Artist’s pencil moved swiftly. With needle and thread Galatea attached a pink ribbon to each side of the hat,—while Reginald grunted confidential inquiries95 in her ear,—and then tied them in a bow under his fat chin.
“There, Reginald, you’re perfectly lovely. Now if you’ll promise to sit perfectly still for five minutes, while the gentleman takes your picture, I’ll give your back my personal attention.” And she showed him the nutmeg-grater.
“Your goodness of heart is only exceeded by your beauty,” grunted the grateful pig as plainly 88as words could have said it. “Believe me, I shall always be responsive to your slightest wish.”
“I have an idea,” said the Poet. “If you will excuse me I will go and indite96 a Dissertation97 on a Pig That was Not Roasted.” And he disappeared into the house.
From time to time Galatea stole a glance at the Artist’s face. It had the composure of a painter whose mind is concentrated on his subject and who feels that he is doing conscientious72 work. A look of more than admiration98 came into the girl’s eyes. They grew tender. The nutmeg-grater had dropped from her hand, and she was deaf to the wheedling99 grunts of Reginald. Presently she seemed troubled, as though dissatisfied with herself.
“Arthur,” she said gently, “I didn’t expect you to do more than make a rough sketch100.”
“Oh, that’s all right, Galatea. This is a new 89and valuable experience to me. I’ve neglected animals. I couldn’t have a better chance than this. Would you mind asking Reginald to turn his face a trifle to the left? There—that’s splendid.”
The girl bit her lip and tapped with her foot on the floor. She even gave Reginald an impatient glance.
“I never realized until now,” said the Artist, as he took a steady look at Reginald’s profile, “how much expression there is in a pig’s face.”
“Indeed?” said Galatea shortly.
“Of course Reginald is an exceptional pig. He has advantages, and associations, which few pigs enjoy.”
A sharp retort leaped to the girl’s lips, but a glance at the Artist’s perfectly serious and preoccupied101 expression caused her to stifle102 it.
“I had a horse once,” he went on, as he limned103 Reginald’s snout with a sure hand, 90“who actually smiled in the most convincing manner. There was no mistaking it. I suppose that was because I spent so much time with him. After all, it is not so wonderful if domestic animals do acquire traits of some human friend who gains their confidence and their affection.”
Now this was one of Galatea’s favorite arguments. But, strangely enough, the Artist’s endorsement104 of it in the present situation did not seem to appeal to her. She drew her chair away from Reginald’s, ignoring his reproaches, and asked:—
“Wouldn’t you rather finish your sketch some other time?”
“No; I am ashamed now that I did not accept your suggestion with greater enthusiasm—Look up, Reginald! that’s the idea—in the beginning. That double curve where the jowl meets the neck is different from anything 91I’ve seen in another subject. Unless you’re tired, I’ll be grateful for four or five minutes longer.”
He had hardly glanced at the girl. Clearly the pig was claiming his whole attention. She turned upon Reginald a look that paralyzed him with amazement, and then addressed the Artist in her softest voice:—
“Do you think your automobile will be safe where you left it, Arthur?”
“Oh, yes, perfectly. Look! the intelligence of Reginald is wonderful. I was just wishing for a more serious expression, and he has already assumed it. Wonderful, really wonderful!”
“If some mischievous105 boy should tamper106 with the rubber tires, I should feel to blame,” said Galatea. “There are no boys about here.”
“No danger. Now if you’ll lift that bit of chiffon out of Reginald’s eyes—Oh, you frightened the poor chap!”
92Galatea turned her back on the pig. Once more she tried to show her amicable107 intentions.
“I didn’t quite understand your explanation of your new sparking device, Arthur. Does the spark ignite the gasolene? Or does the gasolene ignite the—”
“Yes, that’s right—Would you mind giving me one look at Reginald with the hat off? I want to be sure about that right ear.”
Galatea snatched the hat off so rudely that the pig squeaked108 his sense of unmerited rebuke109. The Artist drew a few rapid lines and heaved a sigh of satisfaction. He held up the sketch for Galatea’s inspection110.
“Do you think it will pass?”
“Magnificent,” she said, barely glancing at it. “Thank you so much. Now, if you must go, I’ll get my hat and walk with you.”
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“Oh, will you? It is early. We can turn into 93that picturesque111 old wood-road, and you can easily get back before dusk.”
Galatea took the sketch into the house, and presently returned wearing a hat which was merely a fresher copy of the one which the Artist had replaced on Reginald’s ears.
“Shall we invite Reginald to accompany us?” he asked. “He’s been so good.”
Galatea’s indignant surprise nearly betrayed her. She managed to nod assent112.
“Come, Reginald,” said the Artist, cheerily.
The pig scrambled down, squeaking113 his delight, and the odd trio, all at cross-purposes and none aware of it but the girl, passed out through the gate and strolled down the road. Galatea was silent. The Artist glanced at her with a troubled look, but her head was bent114 and the flapping chiffon thing on her coils of mahogany-colored hair concealed115 her eyes from his view. The Artist’s star was in the ascendant, 94but he was the last who would have known it. It was a situation that called for blundering—and the Artist could be trusted to blunder.
“It was good of you to give me that chance with the pig,” he said.
“Reginald!” exclaimed the girl. “Reginald, run home, at once,” and she stamped her foot at the astonished pig.
With plaintive116 squeaks117 Reginald obeyed, making his short legs fly back over the road.
They walked on in silence until they had entered the shadows of the wood-road. Suddenly Galatea sat down on a stump118, put her handkerchief to her eyes, and began to sob119.
“Why, Galatea, what have I done!” The Artist turned pale. “Are you ill? Shall I go for help—for a doctor?”
An emphatic120 shake from the shapeless chiffon thing.
95“Do you want to be alone? Shall I leave you?”
Another shake—and more sobs121.
The Artist fell on his knees beside the stump and dared to take her hand.
“Galatea, never in this world could I knowingly give you one moment’s pain. You know how I love you, and I know how hopeless is my love. I shall continue to love you to my dying day, and there is no sacrifice I would not make to see you happy. Tell me, Galatea, how I have offended you.”
She raised her head and looked at him steadily122. He wondered that she did not look her displeasure. Instead, there was something in her expression—he could not think what—that made his heart thump46.
“Arthur,” she said, “will you do just as I tell you?”
“Only try me, Galatea.”
96“Stand out there, in the middle of the road.”
He did so. She rose and faced him at arm’s length.
“In the first place, don’t you dare to interrupt or contradict me.”
He bowed, wondering.
“Arthur, I’m a mean, low, deceitful creature, and I don’t deserve any consideration whatever from anybody. Just now I’ve made up my mind to reform—but that will take time. I want you to come out to see us often and note how I’m getting on. Now, look over your left shoulder.”
He turned his face from her. Quick as a flash she leaned forward, her lips brushed his cheek, and the next instant she had turned and was flying down the road homeward. He stretched out his arms and started in pursuit of her, crying out:—
“Galatea! Stop! Come back!”
97Then he remembered her commands, and, seeing that she ran faster than ever, prudently123 turned his steps in the opposite direction. But he couldn’t feel his feet touch the ground. Yet, in the midst of his tumult124 of exultation125, he was puzzled. Suddenly he smote126 himself on the chest and exclaimed:—
“Of course. It’s because I had sense enough to be polite to the pig.”
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