Long before this, the child had tired of the uninteresting talk, especially as she had heard the same thing many times over which always ended in the very same fashion. She was looking out of the window[42] when Mrs. Hamilton Garde passed her on the way out. The baby-blue eyes were dwelling6 on the big, shining car in front of the little house.
“Are you fond of motoring?”
“Motoring?” repeated the little girl in a puzzled tone.
Mrs. Hamilton Garde laughed in silvery tones, and simplified her question.
“Do you like automobile8 riding?”
“Oh!” cried the small voice. “No, ma’am—I mean, I guess I should. I never did, you know.”
“Is that so?” laughed the woman. “Well, I’ll take you some day—to-morrow, maybe. Good afternoon, Mrs. Edmonson. Be sure and come early. Seven o’clock sharp on Thursday!”
“Oh, Aunt Sophie!” the little girl burst out as soon as the door closed, “did you hear what she said? She’s going to take me to ride! Just think, to-morrow!”
“Maybe!” added Aunt Sophie.
“Oh, I guess she will!” cried the little one, her wee face aflame with joy. “She promised, you know, and everybody always does just what they promise. I’ve heard Sardis say lots of times that he’d got to do something, because he’d promised. What time do you s’pose we’ll go? As early as this?”
The little woman’s lips opened—and shut. She waited. “I’m sure I don’t know,” she said at last.
[43] “I wish you were going, too,” the child said wistfully; but Aunt Sophie was silent. The doubt in her kind heart did not reach the wee girl at all. When Aunt Sophie looked at the happy face and sighed, the child was gazing far away into to-morrow afternoon, seeing herself seated among those beautiful, soft cushions and whirling off down the street; whirling away, uphill and down, and out into the land of flowering fields and gay gardens, wide blue lakes and high green hills, running brooks9 that sang as they went, and deep ravines filled with ferns that never saw the sunshine; whirling on and on to those wonderful delights of which she had seen so little and which Brother Sardis had promised should be hers as soon as she went to live with him. And now it was all coming to-morrow! She ate her supper that night to the whirring of cars, the blare of motor horns, and—yes, the odor of gasoline. She talked about it, too, as she ate, and never noticed that Aunt Sophie was more than ordinarily silent.
Next morning, as soon as she awoke, the tiny girl found herself in a strange state of excitement, and contrary to her usual custom she called Aunt Sophie to her bedside.
“Hadn’t you better dress me right away, so I’ll be all ready to go when Mrs. Garde comes?”
“You needn’t be afraid of her getting here before your breakfast,” laughed Mrs. Edmonson grimly. “She don’t have hers till ten.”
[44] “Oh!” exclaimed the little one, “are you sure?”
“I ought to know,” the woman replied. “I’ve been there often enough and heard Tilly and Sadie scolding because the breakfast was all dried up waiting for her.”
“Anyway,” the child smilingly insisted, “it would save trouble to put on my best clothes now, and then I shouldn’t have to make her wait, no matter when she comes.”
“You’re a queer young one to get around things,” Aunt Sophie laughed. Then she brought out a little striped pink gingham frock, snowy white petticoats, and a pair of shiny black shoes none too large for a two-year-old baby, while the little girl in bed watched the preparations with smiles of approval.
“You mustn’t set your heart on going this afternoon,” Aunt Sophie finally advised. “To my mind it is very uncertain whether she comes”—there was a perceptible pause—“to-day.”
“Oh, I s’pose it will be just as nice if she shouldn’t come till to-morrow,” the child reflected, “’cause then I shall have it longer to think about. You see, one day doesn’t make much difference,” she philosophized. “Yesterday it seemed a perfect age till to-day, and now it’s right here in no time at all. I guess it’s always that way. So if she doesn’t have time to come to-day, I shall know to-morrow will be here in just a few minutes. But I[45] guess she’ll come—I kind o’ feel it! Don’t you ever feel things coming, Aunt Sophie?”
The plump little aunt bobbed her head with a “M-h’m” over the drawer where the small girl’s stockings were kept.
The little one chattered10 on until she was seated in her high, cushioned chair at the breakfast table.
“Now you’d better let your victuals11 stop your mouth,” laughed her aunt, not unkindly. “If you don’t keep still, pretty soon you won’t be fit to go to ride or anywhere else. You’ve talked every minute since you woke up.”
The child pressed a forefinger12 to her smiling lips, while she looked across the table in merry response.
Morning usually slipped swiftly away with the elder member of the household, but dragged more or less wearily with the little one who had nothing to do but to sit at the window and gaze across the street and up at the lawns and gardens that surrounded the home of Mrs. Hamilton Garde on Burton Avenue. She could catch glimpses of the great house, with its towers and multi-colored roofs, as the green branches waved to and fro. The stables and garage were at the foot of the hill, almost directly opposite the little gray house, and a path led down from the mansion13 above. Few trod this path except the stable boys, the coachman that drove the handsome pair of black horses, and the two chauffeurs15 who had charge of the shining cars.
The watcher at the small window never tired of[46] looking at those beautiful cars when they came out of the garage, and they generally did come out two or three times a day.
This morning there was no weariness in the baby-blue eyes as they watched for one of the chauffeurs to come down the path. Of course, the little maid told herself, Mrs. Hamilton Garde would not come for her until afternoon—she wondered whether it would be at one or two or three o’clock. Anyway, she was ready, all ready except for the putting on of her coat and hat. She drew a sigh of satisfaction. It was so comfortable to know that one was ready for whatever came. Then she fell to thinking of the happy letter she would write to Sardis, dear Brother Sardis, about the wonderful ride that Mrs. Hamilton Garde had given her. Brother Sardis never spoke16 of Mrs. Hamilton Garde these days. But she could remember a time, long ago,—she was such a mite17 of a girl then,—before Sardis went to live with Uncle Dwight, when he used to hate the rich woman who lived in the great house on Burton Avenue, because of the way she had of tossing her head with a gay little laugh whenever she chanced to come upon him with his sister in his arms. As she thought it over now, she wondered why Mrs. Garde had laughed. She was sure it was a very nice thing for Sardis to do, nothing at all funny about it as far as she could see. Sometimes she knew that he had stayed away from a ball game just to carry her out for a long walk. Perhaps she[47] did look funny in his arms, for Sardis was rather small for his age. Once—she should never forget it!—Mrs. Garde had said, “So you’re taking out your doll for an airing!” And then she had laughed that gay little laugh. Sardis had watched the carriage into the distance with a dark, scowly face. He had said something, too, under his breath that she could not hear, and when she had asked him what it was his face had grown very red and he would not tell. Dear Brother Sardis! How she wished she could see him this very minute! As soon as she had had her ride she would write to him all about it, and how surprised he would be!
The sight of the tallest chauffeur14 coming down the path put a stop to her musings, and she watched him as he disappeared in the garage. He generally drove the big car. “Oh, I hope it will be the big car this afternoon!” she said to herself. It was the big car now, for the tall young fellow drove it from the garage and then stopped, jumped out and ran back for something. He drove directly by the window and up the road to the great house. Mrs. Hamilton Garde was going to ride. The little girl drew a long, happy breath—it was nice to have so beautiful a thing to anticipate.
“Maybe she’ll come right after luncheon,” smiled the wee maid two hours later from her high chair;—“you said she didn’t have dinner at twelve, as we do.” She looked across to her aunt for reassurance18.
[48] “She has hers at six,” answered Aunt Sophie.
“Maybe she’ll come at two o’clock,” the little one prattled19 on. “Don’t you guess it will be about two?”
A quick shade passed over Aunt Sophie’s round face. Then a smile came out.
“Maybe,” she said.
“Isn’t it perfectly20 beautiful that I’m going?” the child went on. “There’d be room for you,” she observed wistfully. “Won’t you go if she asks you?”
“No danger of an invitation,” with a short little laugh. Seeing the reflection of her own shadowy thoughts on the small face opposite, she added quickly:—
“I couldn’t go, anyway; I have too much work on hand to go gallivanting off across the country.”
Aunt Sophie nodded smilingly. “Oh, yes, I’ll go when Sardis has his car.”
“He says he’s going to have one some day,” returned the child, wagging her small head emphatically.
“I don’t doubt he will,” said Aunt Sophie. “He’s got a good many things I never would have believed he’d have. He’s the greatest boy for carrying out whatever he starts on. If he should happen to want to be President, I declare, I d’n’ know but he’d get there.”
The little flower face shone, as it always did[49] when “Brother Sardis” was being praised. For the moment Mrs. Hamilton Garde was utterly22 forgotten.
Two o’clock came, from the old-fashioned clock on the kitchen shelf sounded two heavy strokes, the little girl at the window feverishly23 watched the path that led down to the garage; but nobody appeared.
“I guess she’s taking a nap,” were the unspoken words that tried to chase away a wee doubt which for a good many minutes had been pressing its way into the hopeful little heart. “Of course, she’d take a nap before going out again!”
Whether there was a nap or not, neither of the chauffeurs came into sight. Half past two—three—half-past three—four—all ticked themselves away on the old clock. It was very quiet in the front room of the little gray house. The light haze24 that brooded over the hills seemed also to have veiled the blue eyes at the window. Still, they kept loyal watch.
By and by the child suddenly straightened—the tall young chauffeur was striding down to the garage! It seemed as if the blue eyes must pierce the side of the low building, so eager were they to see inside. Presently the big automobile came out and whizzed past the window.
“Aunt Sophie! Aunt Sophie!” cried the little one joyously25, “do come and put on my things! She’ll be here in a minute! The man’s gone round!”
[50] The little plump woman ran in breezily. “What is it, dear?”
“Please bring my things. I don’t want to make her wait. There! they’re coming!”
“No, no, child! That’s only the undertaker.”
“Well, she will be here right off. Do hurry, auntie! The man just went round to get her!” The child leaned forward, to catch the first glimpse of the returning car.
Aunt Sophie stood—unmoved as to feet.
“Better wait,” she said, “till she comes.”
“Why, you don’t want to make her you?” she asked wonderingly.
“Well, I guess her time isn’t over valuable,” she said slowly. “Anyway, I wouldn’t put on my things yet.”
They waited, the one all a-quiver with anticipation27, the other gazing, not down the street, but at the child, her round, usually placid28 face now lengthened29 by lines of tenderness and pain.
The automobile did not come back. Finally Aunt Sophie crept quietly away to the kitchen, where she could not see the little white face by the window. The child was still scanning the road hopefully when, just before six o’clock, the big car returned to the garage, empty except for the liveried driver.
Aunt Sophie entered the room in her preparations for tea.
[51] “She didn’t come,” needlessly announced the small voice. “I guess she thought she’d wait till to-morrow.”
The little woman sighed softly.
“I think she’ll come to-morrow,” went on the voice in cheerful tone.
“Maybe,” returned Aunt Sophie.
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