“I can’t help feeling a little guilty, Nancy dear,” she murmured. “To go all the way over there without my darling daughter.” The next garment was laid down, and two loving eyes encompassed2 the girlish figure before her.
“You know I wouldn’t go, anyway,” Nancy bravely answered. “I’m going to save my trip to Europe, until—until—later,” she faltered3.
2 “You shall have it,” declared her mother firmly, “and only the importance of this trip to my business—”
“Of course I know that, Mums,” and Nancy forgot the packing long enough to fold two prompt arms about her mother’s neck. “You’ll come back so wise with all your foreign cataloging, that you’ll be made chief of the reference department. Then I’ll go to college—maybe; although I would so much rather go to art school.”
The young mother smiled indulgently. “College will not interfere4 with your art ambitions, dear,” she explained. “But there’s time enough to decide all that. What’s worrying me now, is leaving you for this long, unknown summer.”
“That’s just it,” Nancy hurried to add. “It is unknown. It seems to me everything happens in summer. Winter is just one school-day after another, but summer! What can’t happen in summer?”
Dancing around with a wild pretense5 of gaiety, Nancy was dropping this article and3 picking up that, in her efforts to assist with the European packing; but even the most uninformed stranger would easily have guessed that the impending6 separation was disquieting7, if not actually alarming to her, as well as to her mother.
Mrs. Brandon, Nancy’s mother, was being sent abroad in the interest of an educational quest, being carried on by the library which employed her; and besides Nancy there was Ted8. Ted the small brother, so important and so loving a member of the little group. But summer for a boy like Ted merely meant the selection of the best camp, with the most trustworthy counsellor and the best established reputation. That, with his little trunk, his brown suits and his endless wood’s-tools, made up Ted’s schedule and outfit10, without a possible flaw in the simple arrangements.
Not that he didn’t sniffle, as Nancy whispered to Miss Manners, because he did, every single time he looked at the last picture he, Nancy, and his mother stood against the old tree for, while Manny snapped it.4 More than that, Nancy had seen him take Nero, his dog, down to the pond twice in one day, the day before he left for camp, although Nero could not have needed two baths, with soap and a rub down, in one day.
But Ted was gone now, and there remained but one more night and two hours of the next day before Mrs. Brandon also should be gone.
The thought was appalling11. Gone for two whole months while Nancy would be visiting her rich but unknown cousin Rosalind.
The day before any important event is usually a time of anxiety or of joyous12 expectation, for the joy, or even the fear of anticipation13, is a well known preliminary condition. So it was this which Nancy and her mother were experiencing.
The daughter was by no means an unusual girl, for all girls are remarkable14 in their own peculiar15 way. Nancy was dark, her eyes having the same tint16 as her hair—when one regarded their mere9 color, but looking into them or having Nancy throw out their full powers upon another, gave the quiet little5 pools such glints and flashes, that their color scheme became quite secondary in actual valuation. Laughter seemed to wait in one corner while concern was hidden just opposite, for Nancy Brandon was a girl of many moods, original to the point of recklessness, defiant17 of detail where that might interfere with some new and novel idea, but always sincere.
It was this last saving quality that endeared Nancy to her many friends, for who can resist a perfectly18 honest girl, unselfish, and unspoiled? Her prettiness was a matter of peculiar complement19, for being tall she was correspondingly thin and supple20, being dark she had a lovely olive skin with little patches of rose color, and her hair—well, her hair had been long, curly, and her mother’s pride, but Nancy was now determined21 to have it bobbed—some day soon!
“It is not only old fashioned,” she had argued with her mother, “but barbaric. American girls are not going to be ape-ish any longer. You’ll see.”
To which the mother had listened reasonably6 and had given Nancy permission to get her hair cut if she chose—after she reached the summer home of her cousin Rosalind. This qualification of the much argued plan was so fixed22 because Rosalind had wonderful hair and, said Mrs. Brandon, Nancy might not like to be without any, or much, in contrast.
“I suppose it will be queer in the big house,” Nancy interposed without need of elucidation23. “Big houses always are queer and—spooky.”
Mrs. Brandon laughed lightly at that. “I’m glad you’re not timid, Nance,” she said, “for the old place must seem rather uncanny by this time. But it was beautiful, very beautiful when your Aunt Katherine lived. Of course, Aunt Betty is so much younger—”
“And a step-wife to Uncle Fred,” jerked Nancy. “I always think that step-wives are up-ish and put on a lot of airs. I’m sure Rosalind thinks so too.”
“You mean second wife to Uncle Fred and stepmother to Rosalind,” corrected Mrs. Brandon. “Rosa is just about the age to be7 rebellious—”
“And she’s so—awfully fat.”
All this was merely the going over of well known details, concerning the big house and its occupants, forming the background of Nancy’s prospective24 summer. For she was to visit Rosalind Fernell at Fernlode, in the New Hampshire mountains, and Rosalind was best known as being “awfully fat.” True, she was also step-daughter to Mrs. Frederic Fernell, the lovely little and very young wife of Mr. Fernell of the famous woolen25 mill company. But to Nancy, Rosalind seemed unfortunate because of both these conditions; being fat and being a step-daughter were inescapable hardships, thought she.
Letter after letter had poured out Rosalind’s miseries26, in fact it was because her troubles were presented by the cousin as being really acute, that Mrs. Brandon hesitated long before deciding to let Nancy visit her. But the big hearted Uncle Frederic, in his letters pointed27 out what appeared to be the real truth of the situation, namely: that Rosalind8 was rather spoiled from being alone so much, and, of course, Betty, his young wife, couldn’t possibly make a companion of a little spoiled child, so—
“I’m sure to love Rosalind,” Nancy again reflected, “because she seems so frank and honest. Being fat isn’t a crime. She can’t help that.” This decision, merely a repetition of her usual conclusion, was being reached as a sequel to Uncle Frederic’s last letter.
“Mother,” Nancy began, bravely attempting to banish28 the loneliness that even now seemed to foreshadow herself and her charming young mother, “do tell me once more, just once more, about Orilla. Is she Rosalind’s cousin?”
“No. Orilla is really the daughter of a nurse who was with Uncle Fred’s first wife, your Aunt Katherine, during her long illness. Orilla lived at Fernlode, and naturally felt it should always be her home. In fact, she even felt that she should have been the proverbial Cinderella, but there was no such idea in the minds of Uncle Fred or Aunt Katherine.9 Mrs. Rigney, Orilla’s mother, had been very generously paid for her services, and Orilla’s education was also provided for; but the girl seems to hold a bitter grudge29 against your new Aunt Betty—quite as if uncle Fred’s marriage to her had cut off Orilla’s hopes, you know.”
“Oh, yes,” murmured Nancy. “I can understand that. But I don’t see why Rosa bothers with her.”
“She is, I believe, a rather persistent30 young lady and it is she who bothers Rosa. However, dear, don’t you worry about that angle of Uncle Fred’s affairs. Just make up your mind to have a wonderful time and so soothe31 my conscience for leaving you.”
Followed moments, minutes, little hours of tender endearments32. The mother cautioning, telling, advising, reminding Nancy of so many and such various possibilities; the daughter questioning—just that, and only with the loving look from the soft, dark eyes, the appeal from her trembling lips, the protection begged by her eager young arms; for Nancy was now quite conscious of the fact10 that her mother, the great, the wonderful fortress33 against every possible and every impossible evil, was about to be withdrawn34 from her life for a time. But time didn’t seem to matter. Two months or two years; it was just the fact, the unavoidable disaster that confronted her.
“Your hat box holds as much as a suitcase,” said Nancy, laying very tenderly into the round, black box, one more pair of nice, white silk stockings, Nancy’s extra gift. “Be sure to wear your black and white felt on the steamer, Mums. You look stunning35 in that hat.”
“All right, sweet-heart, I’ll remember,” promised the mother, who herself was busy with Nancy’s things. “I’m glad your trunk goes today. Somehow it is easier to attend to mine—”
“Oh, yes. Hum-m-m-hum. You want me out of the way first. But, really, I think it cheating not to let me see you off,” grumbled36 Nancy in pretty pretense.
“Now, you know, dear—”
11 “’Course I do. I’m just teasing you, Mumsey. I wouldn’t really want to get mixed up with your party. They might sweep me away and put goggles37 on me, to match me up with the library high-brow folks. When a girl’s mother is made a librarian delegate, I suppose,” sighed Nancy affectedly38, “she ought to wear goggles anyway.”
“Don’t go making fun of my—peers,” cautioned Mrs. Brandon in the same bantering39 manner. “I tell you, my dear, if it were not for the library we wouldn’t any of us be taking a vacation. There’s the postman now. And I can see Ted’s postcard coming!”
“Four of them!” shouted Nancy, who had already made hold the bright pictured messages. “Why four, all at once?”
“Laid over,” laconically40 answered the postman. “Those camps let their mail pile up, I’ll tell you.”
But Nancy was deciphering the boy’s scrawl41 which, when classed as handwriting, was never model, but now, classed as his first message home from his first week at camp,12 amounted to perfectly ideal “broad-casting.”
They read and re-read, Nancy finding little secret words sticking on the canoe sails and peeping out of, what might have been a cloudburst, if the postcard had not carried with it the other explanation. This read “Beautiful Lake Tuketo by Moonlight” and it was the moonlight effect that was so apt to be misleading.
“He’s all right, at any rate,” remarked the mother, thus betraying her anxieties. “And he seems to be having a good time,” she sighed relievedly.
“Trust Ted for that,” Nancy reminded her. “But what an awful looking lot of boys! Just see my card! They look like a comedy parade.”
“Why Nancy! They’re fine looking little chaps, I’m sure,” defended Mrs. Brandon. “But I suppose that picture was taken to show the raising of Old Glory, not as a beauty contest illustration.”
“’S’cuse me,” murmured Nancy. “Of course, they’re—darlings, every one of them,13 but I wouldn’t swap42 our Ted for—the whole bunch!”
“Nancy—Brandon!!”
“Yes-sum!” confessed Nancy, glorifying43 in her pretended ungrammatic freedom.
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joyous
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remarkable
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defiant
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complement
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bantering
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