"A letter from Aunt Maria," announced Graham, appearing at the door of his mother's little sitting room, a large, square lavender envelope in his hand. He carried it gingerly between a thumb and finger, and as far as he could from his upturned nose, "I'd suggest, mother, that you put on my gas-mask before you open it!"
Gyp and Tibby laughed uproariously at his wit. Mrs. Westley reached for the envelope.
"Poor Aunt Maria, she must be so glad that the war is over and she can get her favorite French sachet."
Isobel perched herself upon the arm of her mother's chair.
"Hurry, read it, mother."
"I'll bet she's coming to visit us," groaned1 Gyp.
"Don't expect us to throw away money, sis! She never writes 'cept when she is coming. Break the news, mum; is it to be a little stay of a year or more?"
Mrs. Westley lifted laughing eyes from the open letter.
"She says she will come next Wednesday to spend a few days with us. She is very sorry that that must be all--she is on her way to New York to consult a famous nerve specialist. She sends love to 'the beautiful children.'"
Jerry was very curious--no one had ever mentioned an Aunt Maria! So Gyp and Graham hastened to explain that Aunt Maria wasn't a real aunt but was "only" Isobel's godmother and something of a nuisance--to the younger Westleys.
"She doesn't give us presents," Graham concluded.
"She's forgotten all the things she 'did promise and vow2' when Isobel was baptized. She had a fad3, then, for godchildren; she used to go around picking out the girl babies who had blue eyes. She was a friend of Grandmother Duncan's and mother couldn't refuse her. She has nine altogether and always gives them the same things."
"And every time you see her she has a new fad," added Graham. "Once she was a suffragist but she switched because the suffs didn't serve tea at their meetings and the antis did. One time she was building a home for Friendless Females and another time she was organizing the poor underpaid shop girls, and the next----"
"Mother, listen," broke in Isobel. She had taken the letter from her mother and had been re-reading it. "She says she's going to France next spring and she's thinking about taking one of her godchildren with her. She's studying French and she wants us to talk French to her while she is here----"
"Well, I guess not! I'll eat in the kitchen," vowed4 Graham.
Gyp commenced to chuckle5. "Let's say a whole lot of funny things in French--like when Sue Perkins translated 'the false teeth of the young man' and Mademoiselle sent her out of class."
"Mother!" Isobel's brain was working rapidly. "I ought to be the goddaughter she picks out." She did not consider it necessary to explain to her family the process of reasoning by which the other eight were eliminated. "Wouldn't it be wonderful?" But her beautiful vision was threatened by the mischief6 written in every line of Gyp's and Graham's faces. "Mother, won't you make the children promise to behave?"
"Children----" snorted Graham.
"----if they act dreadful the way they always do when Aunt Maria's here, they'll spoil all my chances!" Isobel was sincerely distressed7.
"My dear," her mother laughed. "Don't build your castles in Spain--or France--quite so fast. I am not sure I would let you go over with Aunt Maria. But Gyp and Graham must promise to be very nice to Aunt Maria because she is an old lady----"
"But, mother, she's not exactly old; she's just--funny!"
"Anyway, Gyp, she will be our guest."
"Make them promise, mother----"
"Oh, you're just thinking of yourself----" declared Graham.
"Children, let's not spoil this Saturday by worrying over Aunt Maria. Even though, sometimes, she is very trying, I know each one of you will help make her visit pleasant and we'll overlook her little oddities. Who wants to drive down to the market with me?"
Gyp and Jerry begged eagerly to go; Tibby had to take a swimming lesson; Graham was going out to Highacres to practice football; Isobel said she preferred to stay home; "one of the girls" had promised to call up, she explained, a little evasively.
Mrs. Westley smothered8 the tiniest of sighs behind a smile; Isobel was living so apart from the rest of the family, she never seemed, now, to want to share the activities of the others. Her mother had always enjoyed, so much, taking her biggest girl everywhere with her; she had not believed that the time could come when Isobel would refuse to go.
Driving through the city with Jerry and Gyp beside her, Mrs. Westley, still thinking of Isobel, turned suddenly to Jerry.
"How your mother must miss you, dear," she said. Jerry was startled.
"Oh, do you think so?" she answered, anxiously.
"I mean--I was just thinking--mother love is such a hungry love, dear."
"Well----" Jerry, very thoughtful, tried to recall the exact words her mother had once used. "When I was little, mother used to tell me a story. She said that her heart was a little garden with a very high wall built of love and that I lived there, as happy as could be, for the sun was always shining and everything was bright and the wall kept away all the horrid9 things. But there was a gate in the wall with a latch10-way high up; I had to grow big before I could lift the latch and go through the wall--and she made lovely flowers grow over the little gate, too, so that perhaps I might not find it! I always liked the story, but once I asked mother what she'd do if I found the gate and went out of the garden for just a little while and she answered me that the garden would be very quiet, but the sun would go on shining because our love was there. Now I'm older I think I understand the story, and maybe coming here was like going through the gate. But if it is like the story, then mother knows how much I love her, so she won't be dreadfully lonely--only a little bit, maybe."
"What a beautiful story," Mrs. Westley's eyes glistened11. "I would like to hear her tell it! Some day I want to know your mother, Jerry."
That was such a pleasant thought--her dear mother meeting Mrs. Westley, who was almost as nice as her mother--that Jerry's face grew bright again. She answered the pressure of Mrs. Westley's fingers with an affectionate squeeze.
Except for the first dreadful ordeal12 of facing her schoolmates and the hurt of Isobel's unkindness, Jerry had suffered little from the ignominy of the debate. And she had found that the girls, instead of laughing at her, envied her because Dana King had so gallantly13 come to her rescue!
"You should have seen Isobel Westley's face--she was furious," Ginny Cox had confided14 to her. And Jerry would not have been human if she had not felt a momentary15 thrill of satisfied revenge.
The attention of the younger Westleys was centered, during the intervening days, on Aunt Maria's approaching visit. Isobel was much disturbed over the dire16 hints which Gyp and Graham dropped at different times. One of Graham's friends had a pet snake and Graham had asked to borrow it "just over Wednesday."
"It'll strengthen her nerves better'n any old doctor," Graham declared, loftily.
"Mother, do you hear them----" appealed Isobel, almost in tears.
Isobel had been building for herself a rosy17 dream; she had even, casually18, told a few of the girls at school that "in June I'm going abroad with my godmother, Mrs. Cornelius Drinkwater--you know her mother was a second cousin to the Marquis of Balencourt and the family has a beautiful chateau19 near Nice. Of course we'll stay there part of the time----" A very little fib like that, Isobel had decided20, could hurt no one! She had lain awake at night, staring into the half-darkness of her room, picturing herself sauntering beside Aunt Maria through long hotel corridors, to the Opera, to the little French shops, driving beside Aunt Maria through the Bois de Boulogne and walking on the Champs Elysees, admired everywhere, envied, too. And perhaps, through Aunt Maria's relatives (it was very easy in the dark to pretend that there was a Marquis of Balencourt) she might meet a handsome, dashing young Frenchman who would go quite crazy about her, and it would be such fun writing home to the girls----
"Graham," and Mrs. Westley made her voice very stern. "You must not play a single trick on Aunt Maria!"
"But, mother, she may stay on and on----"
"If you'll be very good," Mrs. Westley blushed a little, for she knew she was "buying" her children, "while Aunt Maria's here I'll take you all to see 'The Land o'Dreams.'"
"We promise! We promise!" came in an eager assent21.
"I'll tell Joe I don't want his snake," said Graham.
"I won't laugh all the while she's here," declared Gyp.
"We'll be angelic, mother," they chorused, and they really meant it.
Aunt Maria's arrival, an hour before dinner, was nothing short of majestic22. The taxi-driver (by a slight effort of the imagination easily transformed into a uniformed lackey) unloaded a half-dozen bags and boxes; next there alighted from the taxi a trim little maid in black with a rug over her arm, a hamper23 in one hand, a square leather box, books and magazines in the other. Then, by degrees, Aunt Maria emerged, first a purple hat, covered with nodding purple plumes24, then a very red face, turned haughtily25 away from the driver, whom she was calling "robber"; yards and yards of purple velvet26 hung and swished about her, while a wide ermine mantle27, set about her shoulders, added the royal touch without which the picture would have been spoiled!
"Isn't she gor-ge-ous?" whispered Gyp to Jerry as they peeped over Mrs. Westley's shoulder.
Jerry thought Aunt Maria very grand--she was like the picture of the Duchess in her old Alice in Wonderland, only much more regal. It seemed to her that the entire Westley family should bow their heads to the floor--instead Mrs. Westley was embracing the purple and ermine in the most informal sort of a way!
"----such a train--a disgrace to the government, but then the government is going all to pieces, I believe! And that miserable28 robber of a taxi man! Mon Dieu!" She suddenly remembered her French, "Ma chere amie Beaux Infants!" She sputtered29 her newly-acquired phrases with little guttural accents. She beamed upon them all, graciousness (as became a duchess) in every nod of the purple plumes. With the tips of her fat, jeweled fingers she touched Isobel's cheek. "Plus jolie que jamais, ma chere!"
"Nous sommes si heureux de vous avoir ici, chere Aunt Maria," answered Isobel, falteringly30.
"Aunt Marie, my dear. I have forsaken31 the good name that was given to me in baptism. One must keep apace with the times, and though Maria might be good enough for my greatgrandmother, my parents did not foresee that it was scarcely suitable for me!" The purple folds swelled32 visibly. "Peregrine, carry my bags upstairs."
That was plainly more than one Peregrine could do. It was the welcome signal for a general movement--none too soon; one glance at Gyp and Graham told that a moment more must have broken their pretty manner!
Peregrine took one bag, Graham seized two, Gyp and Jerry tugged33 one between them. The procession marched up the stairway to the guest-room. Gyp and Jerry heard Aunt Maria, behind them, explaining that Peregrine's name was really Sarah!
"I changed it--Peregrine is so much more 'chic34.' I'm teaching her French myself; in a little while she'll pass as a French maid and she will have all the plain common-sense of her Hoosier bringing-up which those fly-by-night French maids don't. A very good arrangement--I think."
Thereafter, Peregrine, to the girls, was always Peregrine-Sarah.
Mrs. Westley, at dinner, looking down the table at the prim35, sober faces of her youngsters, had an irresistible36 desire to laugh. Graham's solemn eyes were glued to his plate, Gyp, spotlessly groomed37, spoke38 only in hoarse40 whispers, Jerry looked a little frightened--what would she do if the Duchess should speak to her. (Not that there was much danger; Aunt Maria, except for a "from the wilds of our mountains, how interesting," had scarcely noticed her.) Isobel sat next to Aunt Maria and was nervously41 attentive42.
Aunt Maria was more "duchessy" than ever in her dinner dress. Jewels shone in the great puff43 of snowy hair that lay like a crown about her head. (Graham had always wanted to poke39 his finger into this marvel44 to see if it would burst and flatten45 like a toy balloon.) Jewels shone in the laces of her dress and on her fingers. She sat very straight, as even a make-believe duchess should, and led the conversation. To do so was very easy, for everyone agreed with everything she said, remarked Isobel with pathetic enthusiasm. Behind her smile Mrs. Westley was thinking that Maria Drinkwater was a very silly woman!
Aunt Maria spent most of her time berating46 the "government." That was why, she explained, she was going to France. The officials in Washington were just sitting there letting everything go to the dogs! "Look at the prices! We're being robbed by Labor--actually robbed, every moment of our lives!" She clasped her hands and rolled her eyes tragically47 upward. "A crepe de chine chemise--hardly good enough for Peregrine--fifteen dollars! And Congress just talking about the League of Nations! Ah, mon Dieu!"
Graham, catching48 a fleeting49 glint of laughter in his mother's eyes, slowly and solemnly winked50, then dropped his glance back to his plate.
"Let's say we have to study," whispered Gyp to Jerry, when the family moved toward the library. Even Graham welcomed the suggestion. As they approached Aunt Maria to say good-night, she poked51 each in the cheek.
"Not going to wait to have coffee with us? So sensible--it hurts the complexion52! Nice children! Bon soir, Editha. Bon soir, Elizabeth. What's your name, child? Jerauld? A nice name. Bon soir, Graham!"
"She's the only creature in the whole world that calls me Editha and Tibby Elizabeth," cried Gyp disgustedly. "That's why I just can't endure her!"
Safe in Jerry's room, Gyp cast off her "company" manner by a series of somersaults on the pink-and-white bed.
"Hurray, Jerry, we needn't see her again until to-morrow night! That Peregrine-Sarah will take her breakfast up on a tray. Wasn't Isobel funny, trying to be a nice little goddaughter? For goodness' sake, what's that?"
For there was a wild rush through the hall, then sharp shrieks54 from the library!
Out of consideration for Aunt Maria, Pepperpot had been shut on the third floor. He would have found the separation from his beloved master and mistress most irksome if he had not discovered, on Graham's table, the box of white mice which Graham had brought from the garage during the afternoon. To pass the time Pepper amused himself by tormenting55 the imprisoned56 mice. When Graham startled him at his pleasant occupation he jumped so hurriedly from the table that he sent the box tumbling to the floor. The fall broke the box; the poor mice, mad to escape from their persecutor57, went scampering58 down the stairs and through the hall, Pepper in pursuit and Graham frantically59 trying to catch them all. Of course the chase led straight to the library!
Aunt Maria, at the startling interruption, dropped a precious vase she had been examining to the floor, where it lay in a hundred pieces. With a shriek53 and an amazing agility60 she climbed to the safety of the davenport. The mice circled the room and fled through another door, Pepper and Graham after them. In the pantry Graham caught Pepper; Mrs. Hicks, aided by her broom, succeeded in capturing two of the mice, but the third escaped. Gyp and Jerry listening from the banisters, their hands clapped over their mouths to suppress their laughter, heard Isobel and Mrs. Westley in the library, trying to quiet poor Aunt Maria!
"We didn't promise we'd make Pep behave," grumbled61 Graham as they shut Pepperpot, for punishment--and protection--in Jerry's clothes closet.
An hour later Jerry heard Isobel, outside of the guest-room door, bidding Aunt Maria good-night. Jerry thought that she did not blame Isobel for wanting to go abroad with Aunt Maria; it would be very wonderful to travel with such a fine lady and with Peregrine! She hoped Pepper had not spoiled everything!
Quiet settled over the Westley home. A door opened and shut and uncertain footsteps came down the hall. Jerry, half asleep, thought it must be the faithful and sensible Peregrine-Sarah, groping her way to the third floor after having put the Duchess to bed. Then, across the quiet pierced the wildest shrieking62--a shrieking that brought back a frightened Peregrine-Sarah, Graham, leaping in two bounds down the stairway, Isobel, Mrs. Westley, Gyp and Jerry to the guest-room door!
In the middle of the room, her hands clasped tragically over her heart, her mouth open for another shriek, stood Aunt Maria, trembling. Stripped of her regal trappings she made an abject63 picture; the snowy puff lay on her bureau and from under a nightcap, now sadly awry64, straggled wisps of yellow-gray hair. Her round body was warmly clad in a humble65 flannelette nightdress, high-necked and long-sleeved. And, strangest of all, her face was covered with squares and strips of courtplaster!
"Sarah!" (It was not Peregrine now.) "Stupid--standing there like an idiot--my smelling salts! Won't anyone call a doctor? My heart----" She shrieked66 again. "This miserable place! These--brats!"
"Maria Drinkwater, will you calm yourself enough to tell us what has happened?" Mrs. Westley shook ever so slightly the flanneletted shoulders.
"Happened----" snapped Aunt Maria. "Is it not enough to have my digestion67 spoiled by dogs and mice and boys but--oh, my poor heart, to find a mouse under my pillow----"
If the children had not been struck quite dumb by Aunt Maria's grotesque68 face, with its wrinkles, they must surely have shouted aloud! The third little mouse had sought refuge in Aunt Maria's bed!
Peregrine-Sarah and Mrs. Westley spent most of the night ministering vainly to Aunt Maria's nerves. The next day, unforgiving, she departed, bag and baggage.
Poor Isobel, thus burst the pretty bubble of her dreams! "I don't care, they've spoiled my whole life," she wailed69, tears reddening her eyes.
"Who spoiled it--who did anything?" laughed Graham.
"What's this all about?" asked Uncle Johnny coming in at that moment.
Gyp told him what had happened. She talked too fast to permit of any interruption; her story was Gyp-like.
"You say, Uncle Johnny, did we break our promise just 'cause a poor little mouse hid under her pillow?"
"If it hadn't been for that miserable dog----" Isobel saw an opportunity for sweet revenge. "Mother, why don't you send it away? You made Graham give back that Airedale puppy Mr. Saunders sent him; I don't think it's fair to keep this horrid old mongrel!"
Jerry's face darkened. Graham came hotly to Pepper's rescue.
"He's not a mongrel--he's better'n any old Airedale! He's got more sense in his tail than Aunt Maria's got in her whole body! If he goes I'll--I'll--go, too!"
"Children," protested Mrs. Westley, giving way to the laughter that had been consuming her from the first moment of Aunt Maria's arrival. "Let's all feel grateful to Pepper. She's a poor, silly, selfish, vain old woman, and if she ever comes here again I'm afraid that I won't promise to be good myself! Isobel Westley, dry your eyes--do you think I'd let any girl of mine go to France with her? She can take her eight other goddaughters, if they want to stand her quarreling with every single person in authority--I won't let her have my girl. Why," she turned to John Westley and her face was very earnest, "she's such a waste--of human energy, of brains--of just breath! How terrible to grow old and be like--that."
Gyp was furtively70 feeling of her firm cheeks. "I'd rather be ugly, mother, than wear those funny things. Look, mummy," she ran to her mother's chair and touched her cheek. "You've got a wrinkle! But--I love it." With passionate71 tenderness she kissed the spot.
"I'll take you to France myself some day," laughed Uncle Johnny, patting Isobel's hand.
"And can we go to see the 'Land o' Dreams'?" asked Graham, anxiously.
"Indeed we will--as a celebration," assented72 his mother.
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