It would be something to sit and think over as she scraped potatoes for dinner, or picked over blackberries for jam, or patiently sewed on Val lace for Luella. It would be an event to date from, and she could fancy herself mildly saying to Mrs. Judge Waters, when she sat beside her some time[97] at missionary10 meeting, if she ever did again, “When my nephew took me down to the shore,” etc. She never knew just what to talk about when she sat beside Mrs. Judge Waters, but here was a topic worth laying before such a great lady.
Well, it was something to be thankful for, and she resolved she just would not think of poor Carrie and Luella until her beautiful morning was over. Then she would show such patience and gratitude11 as would fully12 make up to them for her one more day of pleasure.
It was Donald, of course, who had suggested the roses. When the message came from the fourth floor back, Aunt Crete had turned white about the mouth, and her eyes had taken on a frightened, hunted look, while the double V in her forehead flashed into sight for the first time since they had reached the Atlantic coast. He saw at once in what terror Aunt Crete held her sister and niece, and his indignation arose in true Christian14 fashion. He resolved to place some nice hot coals on the heads of his unpleasant relatives, and run away with dear Aunt Crete again; hence the roses and the message, and Aunt Crete was fairly childish with pleasure over them when he finally persuaded her that it would be all right to send these[98] in place of going up herself as she had been bidden.
She listened eagerly as Donald gave careful directions for the message, and the stately functionary15 respectfully repeated the words with his own high-sounding inflection. It made the pink come and go again in Aunt Crete’s cheeks, and she felt that Luella and Carrie could not be angry with her after these roses, and especially when everything was being done up in so nice, stylish16 a manner.
The drive was one long dream of bliss17 to Aunt Crete. They went miles up the coast, and took lunch at a hotel much grander than the one they had left, so that when they returned in the afternoon Aunt Crete felt much less awe18 of the Traymore, her experience in hotels having broadened. They also met some friends of Donald’s, a professor from his alma mater, who with his wife was just returning from a trip to Europe.
The bathers were making merry in the waves as they returned, and Aunt Crete’s wistful look made Donald ask whether she felt too tired to take another dip, but she declared she was not one bit tired.
She came from her bath with shining eyes and[99] triumphant19 mien20. Whatever happened now, she had been in bathing twice. She felt like quite an experienced bather, and she could dream of that wonderful experience of being lifted high above the swells21 in Donald’s strong young arms.
She obediently took her nap, and surrendered herself to the hands of the maid to have the finishing touches put to her toilet. It was the soft gray voile that she elected to wear to-night, and Donald admired her when she emerged from her room in the dress, looking every inch a lady.
A knock sounded at the door before he had had time to give Aunt Crete a word of his admiration22; but his eyes had said enough, and she felt a glow of humble23 pride in her new self, the self that he had created out of what she had always considered an unusually plain old woman. With the consciousness of her becoming attire24 upon her she turned with mild curiosity to see who had knocked; and, behold25, her sister and niece stood before her!
The day had been passed by them in melancholy26 speculations27 and the making and abandoning of many plans of procedure. After careful deliberation they at last concluded that there was nothing to be done but go down and find out who these[100] people really were, and if possible allay28 the ghost of their fears and set themselves free from their dull little room.
“If it should be Aunt Crete and Donald, we’ll just settle them up and send them off at once, won’t we, mother?”
“Certainly,” said Mrs. Burton with an angry snap to her eyes. “Trust me to settle with your Aunt Crete if it’s really her. But I can’t think it is. It isn’t like Crete one bit to leave her duty. She’s got a lot of work to do, and she never leaves her work till it’s done. It must be some one else. What if it should be those folks you admire so much? I’ve been thinking. We had some New York cousins by the name of Ward29. It might be one of them, and Donald might have gone to them first, and they’ve brought him down here. I can’t think he’s very much, though. But we’ll just hope for the best, anyway, till we find out. If it’s Aunt Crete, I shall simply talk to her till she is brought to her senses, and make her understand that she’s got to go right home. I’ll tell her how she’s mortifying30 you, and spoiling your chances of a good match, perhaps——”
“I’ll tell her she must tell Donald she’s got to[101] go right home, that the sea air don’t agree with her one bit—it goes to her head or something like that; and then we’ll make him feel it wouldn’t be gallant32 in him not to take her home. That’s easy enough, if ’tis them.”
“But ma, have you thought about your sprained34 ankle? How’ll they think you got over so quick? S’posing it shouldn’t be Aunt Crete.”
“Well, I’ll tell her the swelling’s gone down, and all of a sudden something seemed to slip back into place again, and I’m all right.”
This was while they were buttoning and hooking each other into their best and most elaborate garments for the peradventure that the people they were to meet might prove to be of patrician35 class.
They had been somewhat puzzled how to find their possible relatives after they were attired36 for the advance on the enemy, but consultation37 with the functionary in the office showed them that, whoever Miss Ward and Donald Grant might be, they surely were at present occupying the apartments on the second floor front.
For one strenuous38 moment after the elevator had left them before the door of the private parlor39 they had carefully surveyed each other, fastening[102] a stubborn hook here, putting up a stray rebellious40 lock there, patting a puff41 into subordination. Mrs. Burton was arrayed in an elaborate tucked and puffed42 and belaced lavender muslin whose laborious43 design had been attained44 through hours of the long winter evenings past. Luella wore what she considered her most “fetching” garment, a long, scant45, high-waisted robe of fire-red crape, with nothing to relieve its glare, reflected in staring hues46 in her already much-burned nose and cheeks. Her hair had been in preparation all the afternoon, and looked as if it was carved in waves and puffs47 out of black walnut48, so closely was it beset49 with that most noticeable of all invisible devices, an invisible net.
They entered, and stood face to face with the wonderful lady in the gray gown, whose every line and graceful50 fold spoke51 of the skill of a foreign tailor. And then, strange to say, it was Aunt Crete who came to herself first.
Perfectly52 conscious of her comely53 array, and strong in the strength of her handsome nephew who stood near to protect, she suddenly lost all fear of her fretful sister and bullying54 niece, and stepped forward with an unconscious grace of welcome that must have been hers all the time, or[103] it never would have come to the front in this crisis.
“Why, here you are at last, Luella! How nice you look in your red crape! Why, Carrie, I’m real glad you’ve got better so you could come down. How is your ankle? And here is Donald. Carrie, can’t you see Hannah’s looks in him?”
Amazement55 and embarrassment56 struggled in the faces of mother and daughter. They looked at Aunt Crete, and they looked at Donald, and then they looked at Aunt Crete again. It couldn’t be, it wasn’t, yet it was, the voice of Aunt Crete, kind and forgiving, and always thoughtful for every one, yet with a new something in it. Or was it rather the lack of something? Yes, that was it, the lack of a certain servile something that neither Luella nor her mother could name, yet which made them feel strangely ill at ease with this new-old Aunt Crete.
They looked at each other bewildered, and then back at Aunt Crete again, tracing line by line the familiar features in their new radiance of happiness, and trying to conjure57 back the worried V in her forehead, and the slinky sag13 of her old gowns. Was the world turned upside down? What had happened to Aunt Crete?
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“Upon my word, Lucretia Ward, is it really you?” exclaimed her sister, making a wild dash into the conversation, determined58 to right herself and everything else if possible. She felt like a person suddenly upset in a canoe, and she struggled wildly to get her footing once more if there was any solid footing anywhere, with her sister Crete standing59 there calmly in an imported gown, her hair done up like a fashion-plate, and a millionaire’s smile on her pleasant face.
But Luella was growing angry. What did Aunt Crete mean by masquerading round in that fashion and making them ashamed before this handsome young man? and was he really their Western cousin? Luella felt that a joke was being played upon her, and she always resented jokes—at least, unless she played them herself.
Then Donald came to the front, for he feared for Aunt Crete’s poise60. She must not lose her calm dignity and get frightened. There was a sharp ring in the other aunt’s voice, and the new cousin looked unpromising.
“And is this my Aunt Carrie? And my Cousin Luella?” He stepped forward, and shook hands pleasantly.
“I am glad to be able to speak with you at last,”[105] he said as he dropped Luella’s hand, “though it’s not the first time I’ve seen you, nor heard your voice, either, you know.”
Luella looked up puzzled, and tried to muster61 her scattered62 graces, and respond with her ravishing society air; but somehow the ease and grace of the man before her overpowered her. And was he really her cousin? She tried to think what he could mean by having seen and talked with her before. Surely he must be mistaken, or—perhaps he was referring to the glimpse he had of her when Mr. Grandon bowed the evening before. She tossed her head with a kittenish movement, and arched her poorly pencilled eyebrows63.
“O, how is that?” she asked, wishing he had not been quite so quick to drop her hand. It would have been more impressive to have had him hold it just a second longer.
“Why, I saw you the morning you left your home, as I was getting out of the train. You were just entering, and you called out of the window to a young lady in a pony-cart. You wore a light kind of a yellowish suit, didn’t you? Yes, I was very sure it was you.”
He was studying her face closely, a curious twinkle in his eyes, which might or might not[106] have been complimentary64. Luella could not be sure. The color rose in her cheeks and neck and up to her black-walnut hair till the red dress and the red face looked all of a flame. She suddenly remembered what she had called out to the young lady in the pony-cart, and she wondered whether he had heard or noticed.
“And then,” went on her handsome persecutor65, “I had quite a long talk with you over the telephone, you know——”
“What!” gasped66 Luella. “Was that you? Why, you must be mistaken; I never telephoned to you; that is, I couldn’t get any one to the ’phone.”
“What’s all this about, Luella?” questioned her mother sharply, but Donald interposed.
“Sit down, Aunt Carrie. We are so excited over meeting you at last that we are forgetting to be courteous67.” He shoved forth68 a comfortable chair for his aunt, and another for the blushing, overwhelmed Luella; and then he took Aunt Crete’s hands lovingly, and gently pushed her backward into the most comfortable rocker in the room. “It’s just as cheap to sit down, dear aunt,” he said, smiling. “And you know you’ve had a pretty full day, and must not get tired for to-night’s concert at the Casino. Now, Aunt Carrie,[107] tell us about your ankle. How did you come to sprain33 it so badly, and how did it get well so fast? We were quite alarmed about you. Is it really better? I am afraid you are taxing it too much to have come down this evening. Much as we wanted to see you, we could have waited until it was quite safe for you to use it, rather than have you run any risks.”
Then it was the mother’s turn to blush, and her thin, somewhat colorless face grew crimson69 with embarrassment.
“Why, I——” she began; “that is, Luella was working over it, rubbing it with liniment, and all of a sudden she gave it a sort of a little pull; and something seemed to give way with a sharp pain, and then it came all right as good as ever. It feels a little weak, but I think by morning it’ll be all right. I think some little bone got out of place, and Luella pulled it back in again. My ankles have always been weak, anyway. I suffer a great deal with them in going about my work at home.”
“Why, Carrie,” said Aunt Crete, leaning forward with troubled reproach in her face, “you never complained about it.”
A dull red rolled over Mrs. Burton’s thin features again, and receded70, leaving her face pinched[108] and haggard-looking. She felt as if she were seeing visions. This couldn’t be her own sister, all dressed up so, and yet speaking in the old sympathetic tone.
“O, I never complain, of course. It don’t do any good.”
The conversation was interrupted by another tap on the door. Donald opened it, and received a large express package. While he was giving some orders to the servant, Mrs. Burton leaned forward, and said in a low tone to her sister:
“For goodness’ sake, Lucretia Ward, what does all this mean? How ever did you get tricked out like that?”
Then Donald’s clear voice broke in upon them as the door closed once more, and Luella watched him curiously71 cutting with eager, boyish haste the cords of the express package.
“Aunt Crete, your cloak has come. Now we’ll all see if it’s becoming.”
“Bless the boy,” said Aunt Crete, looking up with delighted eyes. “Cloak; what cloak? I’m sure I’ve got wraps enough now. There’s the cloth coat, and the silk one, and that elegant black lace——”
“No, you haven’t. I saw right off what you[109] needed when we went out in the auto6 last night; and I telephoned to that Miss Brower up in the city this morning, and she’s fixed72 it all up. I hope you’ll like it.”
With that he pulled the cover off the box, and brought to view a long, full evening cloak of pale pearl-colored broadcloth lined with white silk, and a touch about the neck of black velvet73 and handsome creamy lace.
He held it up at arm’s length admiringly.
“It’s all right, Aunt Crete. It looks just like you. I knew that woman would understand. Stand up, and let’s see how you look in it; and then after dinner we’ll take a little spin around the streets to try you in it.”
Aunt Crete, blushing like a pretty girl, stood up; and he folded the soft garment about her in all its elegant richness. She stood just in front of the full-length mirror, and could not deny to herself that it was becoming. But she was getting used to seeing herself look well, and was not so much overpowered with the sight as she was with the tender thought of the boy that had got it for her. She forgot Carrie and Luella, and everything but that Donald had gone to great trouble and expense to please her; and she just turned around,[110] and put her two hands, one on each of his cheeks, standing on her tiptoes to reach him, and kissed him.
“It’s lot of fun to get you things, Aunt Crete,” he said; “you always like them so much.”
“It is beautiful, beautiful,” she said, looking down and smoothing the cloth tenderly as if it had been his cheek. “It’s much too beautiful for me. Donald, you will spoil me.”
“Yes, I should think so,” sniffed75 Luella, as if offering an apology in some sort for her childish aunt.
“A little spoiling won’t hurt you, dear aunt,” said Donald seriously. “I don’t believe you’ve had your share of spoiling yet, and I mean to give it to you if I can. Doesn’t she look pretty in it, Cousin Luella? Come now, Aunt Carrie, I suppose it’s time to go down to dinner, or we sha’n’t get through in time for the fun. Are you sure your ankle is quite well? Are you able to go to the Casino to-night? I’ve tickets for us all. Sousa’s orchestra is to be there, and the programme is an unusually fine one.”
Luella was mortified76 and angry beyond words, but a chance to go to the Casino, in company with[111] Clarence Grandon and his mother, was not to be lightly thrown away; and she crushed down her mortification77, contenting herself with darting78 an angry glance and a hateful curl of her lip at Aunt Crete as they went out the door together. This, however, was altogether lost on that little woman, for she was watching her nephew’s face, and wondering how it came that such joy had fallen to her lot.
There was no chance for the mortified mother and daughter to exchange a word as they went down in the elevator or followed in the wake of their relatives, before whom all porters and office-boys and even head waiters bowed, and jumped to offer assistance. They were having their wish, to be sure, entering the dining-hall behind the handsome young man and the elegant, gray-clad, fashionably coiffured old lady, a part of the train, with the full consciousness of “belonging,” yet in what a way! Both were having ample opportunity for reflection, for they could see at a glance that no one noticed them, and all attention was for those ahead of them.
Luella bit her lip angrily, and looked in wonder at Aunt Crete, who somehow had lost her dumpiness, and walked as gracefully79 beside her tall[112] young nephew as if she had been accustomed to walk in the eyes of the world thus for years. The true secret of her grace, if Luella had but known it, was that she was not thinking in the least of herself. Her conscience was at rest now, for the meeting between the cousins was over, and Luella was to have a good time too. Aunt Crete was never the least bit selfish. It seemed to her that her good time was only blooming into yet larger things, after all.
Behind her walked her sister and niece in mortified humiliation80. Luella was trying to recall just what she had said about “country cousins” over the telephone, and exactly what she had said to the girl in the pony-cart the morning she left home. The memory did not serve to cool her already heated complexion81. It was beginning to dawn upon her that she had made a mighty82 mistake in running away from such a cousin and in such a manner.
All her life, in such a case, Luella had been accustomed to lay the blame of her disappointments upon some one else, and vent9, as it were, her spite upon that one. Now, in looking about to find such an object of blame her eyes naturally fell upon the one that had borne the greater part of all blame[113] for her. But, try as she would to pour out blame and scorn from her large, bold eyes upon poor Aunt Crete, somehow the blame seemed to slip off from the sweet gray garments, and leave Aunt Crete as serene83 as ever, with her eyes turned trustingly toward her dear Donald. Luella was brought to the verge84 of vexation by this, and could scarcely eat any dinner.
The dessert was just being served when the waiter brought Aunt Crete a dainty note from which a faint perfume of violets stole across the table to the knowing nostrils85 of Luella.
“Who in the world can be writing to me?” she said wonderingly. “You’ll have to read it for me, Donald; I’ve left my glasses up in my room.”
Luella made haste to reach out her hand for the note, but Donald had it first, as if he had not seen her impatient hand claiming her right to read Aunt Crete’s notes.
“It’s from Mrs. Grandon, auntie,” he said.
“‘Dear Miss Ward,’” he read, “‘I am sorry that I am feeling too weary to go to the concert this evening as we had planned, and my son makes such a baby of me that he thinks he cannot leave me alone; but I do hope we can have the pleasure of the company of yourself and your nephew on a little auto trip to-morrow[114] afternoon. My brother has a villa87 a few miles up the shore, and he telephoned us this morning to dine with them to-night. When he heard of your being here, he said by all means to bring you with us. My brother knows of your nephew’s intimacy88 with Clarence, and is anxious to meet him, as are the rest of his family. I do hope you will feel able to go with us.
“‘With sincere regrets that I cannot go with you to the Casino this evening,
Helen Grandon.’”
For the moment Luella forgot everything else in her amazement at this letter. Aunt Crete receiving notes from Mrs. Grandon, from whom she and her mother could scarcely get a frigid89 bow! Aunt Crete invited on automobile8 trips and dinners in villas90! Donald an intimate friend of Clarence Grandon’s! O, fool and blind! What had she done! Or what had she undone91? She studied the handsome, keen face of her cousin as he bent over the letter, and writhed93 to think of her own words, “I’m running away from a backwoods cousin”! She could hear it shouted from one end of the great dining-hall to the other, and her face blazed redder and redder till she thought it would burst. Her mother turned from her in mortified silence, and wondered why Luella couldn’t have had a good complexion.
Studied politeness was the part that Donald had set for himself that evening. He began to see that his victims were sufficiently94 unhappy. He[115] had no wish to see them writhe92 under further tortures, though when he looked upon Aunt Crete’s happy face, and thought how white it had turned at dread95 of them, he felt he must let the thorns he had planted in their hearts remain long enough to bring forth a true repentance96. But he said nothing further to distress97 them, and they began to wonder whether, after all, he really had seen through their plan of running away from him.
It was all Aunt Crete’s fault. She ought to have arranged it in some way to get them quietly home as soon as she found out what kind of cousin it was that had come to see them. It never occurred to Luella that nothing her poor, abused aunt could have said would have convinced her that her cousin was worthy98 of her home-coming.
As the concert drew near to its close, Luella and her mother began to prepare for a time of reckoning for Aunt Crete. When she was safely in her room, what was to hinder them from going to her alone and having it out? The sister’s face hardened, and the niece’s eyes glittered as she stonily99 thought of the scornful sentences she would hurl100 after her aunt.
Donald looked at her menacing face, and read its thoughts. He resolved to protect Aunt Crete,[116] whatever came; so at the door, when he saw a motion on his Aunt Crete’s part to pause, he said gently: “Aunt Crete, I guess we’ll have to say ‘Good night’ now; for you’ve had a hard day of it, and I want you to be bright and fresh for morning. We want to take an early dip in the ocean. The bathing-hours are early to-morrow, I see.”
He bowed good-night in his pleasantest manner, and the ladies from the fourth floor reluctantly withdrew to the elevator, but fifteen minutes later surreptitiously tapped at the private door of the room they understood to be Aunt Crete’s.
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