Part 9 (1/2)
Mr. Parker eyed all of us with the air of an appraiser and Dum said afterwards she felt as a little puppy in a large litter must feel when the hard-hearted owner is trying to decide which ones must be drowned.
Before he could decide which ones of us, if any, would make successful debutantes, the game was in full swing and even Mr. Parker had to let the social game give way to that of football.
My, how we yelled! We yelled when Virginia came near making a point, and we yelled when she came near losing one. When we could yell no longer we blew our horns until throats were rested enough to take up the burden of yelling once more. Zebedee, standing out on the engine to make room for his many guests, invited and otherwise, behaved like a windmill in a cyclone. He waved his arms and legs and shouted encouragement to our side until they could not have had the heart to be beaten.
Father's behaviour was really not much more dignified than Zebedee's.
Love for his Alma Mater was as strong as ever and he rooted with as much fervor as any one on the grounds.
Sleepy's playing was wonderful. I could hardly believe he was the same man we had known at Willoughby. There was nothing sleepy about him now; on the contrary, he was about as wide awake a young man as one could find. He seemed to have the faculty of being in many places at one time, and if he once got the ball in those mighty hands, it took eleven men to stop him. When he would drop, great would be the fall thereof. Sorry, indeed, did I feel for the one who was under him when he fell. He must have weighed a good two hundred pounds and over. He certainly did the best playing on the Virginia team, so we thought, and when he made a touch-down that Zebedee said should go down in history, we were very proud of being friends with the great Ma.s.sie.
We won! Everybody in our car was wild with delight, but I must say my pleasure was somewhat dampened when I saw the people in the car next to us, the one decorated in light blue and white, in such deep dejection. A middle-aged man was openly weeping and his nice, pleasant-looking wife was trying to console him and at the same time wiping her own eyes.
Their son was on the Carolina team. It seems strange for non-combatants to take defeat so much to heart, but it is just this kind of enthusiasm that makes the annual game between Virginia and Carolina what it is: something to live for from year to year in the minds of a great many persons. If Father, with no son to root for, could have tears of joy in his eyes because Virginia won, why should not the father of the Carolina player weep copiously when his state lost?
The victorious team were picked up bodaciously by the shouting crowd and borne on their shoulders to the waiting cars. The great Ma.s.sie, begrimed almost beyond recognition, pa.s.sed us in a broad grin. Zebedee leaped over the fence and shook the young giant's dirty hand.
”Come to dinner with us! Got a table reserved at the Jefferson! Dinner at six! Dance after!” Of course Sleepy was pleased to come, having espied the sun glinting on Annie's hair.
”Of all sights the rarest And surely the fairest Was the s.h.i.+ne of her yellow hair; In the sunlight gleaming, Each gold curl seeming A thing beyond compare.
Oh, were it the fas.h.i.+on For love to be pa.s.sion, And knights still to joust for the fair, There'd be tender glances And couching of lances At the s.h.i.+ne of her golden hair.”
I know Sleepy felt like a knight of old, way down in his shy heart, as he grabbed that football and turned over all his doughty opponents making for the goal. In his heart he wore Annie's colours and in his mind he kissed her little hand. Annie had been receiving Harvie's devotion with much politeness, but now that Sleepy was the hero of the hour, she turned from her more dapper admirer and waved her hand to the delighted and blus.h.i.+ng George. Girls all love a football player. They are simply made that way. I think perhaps it is some old medieval spirit stirring within us, and we, too, fancy ourselves to be the ladyes faire and idealize the tumbling, rolling, sweating, swearing boys into our own true knights.
After the Virginia team, borne by in triumph, came the poor Carolina men. They had put up a splendid fight and there had been moments when their success seemed possible. They took their defeat like the gentlemen they were, but I saw their mouths were trembling and one enormous blond with a shock of hair resembling our big yellow chrysanthemums, had his great hands up before his mud-caked face and his mighty shoulders were shaking with sobs, sobs that came from a real broken heart. I hope a hot bath and a cold shower and a good Thanksgiving dinner helped to mend that heart, but it was certainly broken for the time being if ever heart was.
Now we all of us yelled for Carolina, yelled even harder than we had for our own team, and they gave us a sickly smile of grat.i.tude.
During the game Mr. Parker had been very busy in his polite attentions to all of us, and from his generally agreeable manner it looked as though he thought we were all worth saving and none of the litter was to be drowned. Mabel had renewed her attack on Zebedee and had crawled out on the engine by him, where she stood clutching his arm for support and generally behaving as though he were her own private property.
”She makes me sick!” declared Dum. ”And Zebedee acting just as though he liked it!”
”Well, what must he do? Let her fall off?” I asked.
”Yes, let her fall off and stay off!”
All was over at last and the automobiles were busy backing out of their places. Mr. Parker gathered in the pus.h.i.+ng Mabel, who had done everything in her power to be asked to dinner with us at the Jefferson, but Zebedee had had so many quiet digs from Tweedles that even had he considered her an addition to the party, he would have been afraid to include her.
Our car was the last one out of the grounds because Mabel took so long to make up her mind to get off the engine and accept an invitation from some acquaintances who pa.s.sed and asked her to let them take her home.
”See you to-night!” she called affectionately to Tweedles as she finally took advantage of the offer.
”Not if we see you first!” they tweedled, in an aside.
CHAPTER XI.
THANKSGIVING DINNER.
”Just an hour for you girls to rest up and beautify yourselves and it will be time to break our fast at the Jefferson!” exclaimed Mr. Tucker as we swung up in our rocking old car to the door of the apartment house. ”We will be eleven strong, counting White, Price and Ma.s.sie. The Judge is to join us in the lobby of the hotel. I'll see if I can find some one to make it twelve.”
”All right, but not Mabel Binks!” warned Dee.