Part 25 (1/2)
”'Tis good enough for the old man,” she told Saxon. ”He knows no better, and it would be a wicked sin to waste it on him.”
Little traffickings began between the two women. After Mercedes had freely taught Saxon the loose-wristed facility of playing accompaniments on the ukulele, she proposed an exchange. Her time was past, she said, for such frivolities, and she offered the instrument for the breakfast cap of which Saxon had made so good a success.
”It's worth a few dollars,” Mercedes said. ”It cost me twenty, though that was years ago. Yet it is well worth the value of the cap.”
”But wouldn't the cap be frivolous, too?” Saxon queried, though herself well pleased with the bargain.
”'Tis not for my graying hair,” Mercedes frankly disclaimed. ”I shall sell it for the money. Much that I do, when the rheumatism is not maddening my fingers, I sell. La la, my dear, 'tis not old Barry's fifty a month that'll satisfy all my expensive tastes. 'Tis I that make up the difference. And old age needs money as never youth needs it. Some day you will learn for yourself.”
”I am well satisfied with the trade,” Saxon said. ”And I shall make me another cap when I can lay aside enough for the material.”
”Make several,” Mercedes advised. ”I'll sell them for you, keeping, of course, a small commission for my services. I can give you six dollars apiece for them. We will consult about them. The profit will more than provide material for your own.”
CHAPTER V
Four eventful things happened in the course of the winter. Bert and Mary got married and rented a cottage in the neighborhood three blocks away.
Billy's wages were cut, along with the wages of all the teamsters in Oakland. Billy took up shaving with a safety razor. And, finally, Saxon was proven a false prophet and Sarah a true one.
Saxon made up her mind, beyond any doubt, ere she confided the news to Billy. At first, while still suspecting, she had felt a frightened sinking of the heart and fear of the unknown and unexperienced. Then had come economic fear, as she contemplated the increased expense entailed.
But by the time she had made surety doubly sure, all was swept away before a wave of pa.s.sionate gladness. HERS AND BILLY'S! The phrase was continually in her mind, and each recurrent thought of it brought an actual physical pleasure-pang to her heart.
The night she told the news to Billy, he withheld his own news of the wage-cut, and joined with her in welcoming the little one.
”What'll we do? Go to the theater to celebrate?” he asked, relaxing the pressure of his embrace so that she might speak. ”Or suppose we stay in, just you and me, and... and the three of us?”
”Stay in,” was her verdict. ”I just want you to hold me, and hold me, and hold me.”
”That's what I wanted, too, only I wasn't sure, after bein' in the house all day, maybe you'd want to go out.”
There was frost in the air, and Billy brought the Morris chair in by the kitchen stove. She lay cuddled in his arms, her head on his shoulder, his cheek against her hair.
”We didn't make no mistake in our lightning marriage with only a week's courtin',” he reflected aloud. ”Why, Saxon, we've been courtin' ever since just the same. And now... my G.o.d, Saxon, it's too wonderful to be true. Think of it! Ourn! The three of us! The little rascal! I bet he's goin' to be a boy. An' won't I learn 'm to put up his fists an' take care of himself! An' swimmin' too. If he don't know how to swim by the time he's six...”
”And if HE'S a girl?”
”SHE'S goin' to be a boy,” Billy retorted, joining in the playful misuse of p.r.o.nouns.
And both laughed and kissed, and sighed with content. ”I'm goin' to turn pincher, now,” he announced, after quite an interval of meditation. ”No more drinks with the boys. It's me for the water wagon. And I'm goin' to ease down on smokes. Huh! Don't see why I can't roll my own cigarettes.
They're ten times cheaper'n tailor-mades. An' I can grow a beard. The amount of money the barbers get out of a fellow in a year would keep a baby.”
”Just you let your beard grow, Mister Roberts, and I'll get a divorce,”
Saxon threatened. ”You're just too handsome and strong with a smooth face. I love your face too much to have it covered up.--Oh, you dear!
you dear! Billy, I never knew what happiness was until I came to live with you.”
”Nor me neither.”
”And it's always going to be so?”
”You can just bet,” he a.s.sured her.
”I thought I was going to be happy married,” she went on; ”but I never dreamed it would be like this.” She turned her head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. ”Billy, it isn't happiness. It's heaven.”