Part 11 (1/2)

”That was mighty rough papers,” said Cressy, who was purposely dialectical to strangers, ”considering that you trapsed up and down the lane, past the house, twice yesterday.”

”Then you saw me?” said the young man, with a slightly discomfited laugh.

”I did. And so did the hound, and so, I reckon, did Joe Masters and the hired man. And when you pranced back on the home stretch, there was the hound, Masters, the hired man, and Maw all on your trail, and Paw bringin' up the rear with a shot-gun. There was about a half a mile of you altogether.” She removed her hand from her eyes to indicate with a lazily graceful sweep this somewhat imaginative procession, and laughed.

”You are certainly well guarded,” said Stacey hesitatingly; ”and looking at you, Miss Cressy,” he added boldly, ”I don't wonder at it.”

”Well, it IS reckoned that next to Paw's boundaries I'm pretty well protected from squatters and jumpers.”

Forceful and quaint as her language was, the lazy sweetness of her intonation, and the delicate refinement of her face, more than atoned for it. It was unconventional and picturesque as her gestures. So at least thought Mr. Stacey, and it emboldened him to further gallantry.

”Well, Miss Cressy, as my business with your father to-day was to try to effect a compromise of his boundary claims, perhaps you might accept my services in your own behalf.”

”Which means,” responded the young lady pertly, ”the same thing to ME as to Paw. No trespa.s.sers but yourself. Thank you, sir.” She twirled lightly on her heel and dropped him that exaggerated curtsey known to the school-children as a ”cheese.” It permitted in its progress the glimpse of a pretty little slipper which completed his subjugation.

”Well, if it's only a fair compromise,” he began laughingly.

”Compromise means somebody giving up. Who is it?” she asked.

The infatuated Stacey had reached the point of thinking this repartee if possible more killing than his own.

”Ha! That's for Miss Cressy to say.”

But the young lady leaning back against the lintel with the comfortable ease of being irresponsibly diverted, sagely pointed out that that was the function of the arbitrator.

”Ah well, suppose we begin by giving up Seth Davis, eh? You see that I'm pretty well posted, Miss Cressy.”

”You alarm me,” said Cressy sweetly. ”But I reckon he HAD given up.”

”He was in the running that night at the ball. Looked half savage while I was dancing with you. Wanted to eat me.”

”Poor Seth! And he used to be SO particular in his food,” said the witty Cressy.

Mr. Stacey was convulsed. ”And there's Mr. Dabney--Uncle Ben,” he continued, ”eh? Very quiet but very sly. A dark horse, eh? Pretends to take lessons for the sake of being near some one, eh? Would he were a boy again because somebody else is a girl?”

”I should be frightened of you if you lived here always,” returned Cressy with invincible naivete; ”but perhaps then you wouldn't know so much.”

Stacey simply accepted this as a compliment. ”And there's Masters,” he said insinuatingly.

”Not Joe?” said Cressy with a low laugh, turning her eyes to the door.

”Yes,” said Stacey with a quick, uneasy smile. ”Ah! I see we mustn't drop HIM. Is he out THERE?” he added, trying to follow the direction of her eyes.

But the young girl kept her face studiously averted. ”Is that all?” she asked after a pause.

”Well--there's that solemn school-master, who cut me out of the waltz with you--that Mr. Ford.”

Had he been a perfectly cool and impartial observer he would have seen the slight tremor cross Cressy's soft eyelids even in profile, followed by that momentary arrest of her whole face, mouth, dimples, and eyes, which had overtaken it the night the master entered the ball-room. But he was neither, and it pa.s.sed quickly and unnoticed. Her usual lithe but languid play of expression and color came back, and she turned her head lazily towards the speaker. ”There's Paw coming. I suppose you wouldn't mind giving me a sample of your style of arbitrating with him, before you try it on me?”

”Certainly not,” said Stacey, by no means displeased at the prospect of having so pretty and intelligent a witness in the daughter of what he believed would form an attractive display of his diplomatic skill and graciousness to the father. ”Don't go away. I've got nothing to say Miss Cressy could not understand and answer.”