Part 2 (2/2)
”Your Aunt Betty thought it was the best. She shrank from the good-bys for both your sakes. She's a wonderful woman and thinks of everything that will make people happier. She said she'd just postpone the farewells till you meet again. She went away as cheerfully as possible and you must follow her example. Ah! hark!”
Dorothy's bent head lifted slightly. There was a sound of merry, youthful voices in the corridor, the genial tones of Mr. Ford mingling with them, and presently the portieres were parted and the opening was filled by a group of faces matching the voices and belonging to--Could it be? Could it!
”Molly Breckenridge! Helena! Oh! Oh! Jim--you dears!” cried the astonished Dolly, rubbing her eyes that had been so dimmed by tears, and gazing at the faces in the doorway as if she couldn't believe her own sight.
There, too, was Alfaretta, clasping the hands of all the newcomers, fairly dancing up and down in her excitement, ”hail-fellow-well-met”
with them all, forgetful for once of the difference in their social positions which had used to make her shy and restrained.
”Be I awake or asleep? How in my senses have you all got away out here to this jumpin' off place of all creation? Jim Barlow, you darlin' old Jim! How's Ma Babc.o.c.k? How's Pa? How's every single one the precious folks up-mounting? Oh! I could just squeeze the life out of you, I'm so terrible glad to see you!” almost screamed the girl, as she now for a moment forsook the ”'ristocratics” of the party to hug and kiss James Barlow.
He, poor fellow, rid himself of her clasping arms as soon as possible, reddening yet laughing, and casting an appealing look upon the lady who had risen from the table and stood smiling her welcome to them all.
”Don't mind Alfy, ma'am; she always did have to be the middle of things,” begged the lad, overcoming his own shyness rather than have that beautiful lady think he was a ”softie” who liked kissing girls.
Also, he was thankful that Dorothy had contented herself with merely holding tight to his hand and simply looking her affection.
”Oh! that's all right. We love Alfy; and this, I see, is that wonderful 'Jim' of whom I've been told so much. I--we--are delighted that you were able to take your holiday with us; and though we are not there yet, I bid you hearty welcome to San Leon,” said Lady Gray, now moving forward and warmly shaking the hand of the ”work boy” as Dorothy released it.
”Isn't it splendid? Is it a surprise? Didn't you know a thing about it, Dolly Doodles?” demanded pretty Molly, hugging her friend, then standing back to hold her at arm's length and study the changes which a few months' separation had made in the beloved face.
Helena Montaigne, too, was trying to clasp her in equally tender arms, and Molly reluctantly released Dorothy, while she let Mr. Ford lead her to his wife, introducing her as:
”The daughter of my old friend, Judge Breckenridge. He and I were cla.s.smates once, and come here, Leslie boy! I've heard this little lady spoken of as 'Jolly Molly,' and you must make it your business that not one day of her coming summer with us shall be anything save 'jolly.' Ah!
Erminie, young people on a ranch!”
Evidently, Leslie was as much in the dark as Dorothy and Alfy had been, this visitation of so many young strangers a complete surprise to him; but he was trained to good manners and at once captivated Molly's admiration by his cordial greeting. So that, a moment later, she whispered to Dorothy:
”Isn't he a dear! I declare he's just a heavenly handsome boy, with his blue eyes and--and his _air_! He really is too sweet for words, that boy!”
Whereat Dolly laughed and answered:
”Oh! you funny Molly! You don't change a bit! Still 'doting on boys' as much as ever! How's Melvin?”
”Melvin's a poke. The invitation included him, too, but he sets himself up stiff as stiff and said he had no time to waste visiting. He'd got to learn the business soon as he could, for his mother--Oh! a lot of bosh about his mother, and her trusting him. Even my father--”
”Never mind him, then, but tell me how in the world you happened to come just here and now?”
The two had retreated to the window and stood with arms about each other and Dorothy's eyes now free from tears. Indeed, so surprising was this whole affair that she had, for a moment, forgotten Aunt Betty's departure.
”Why, it's this way. Mr. Ford is an old friend of Papa's and when he found out that you knew us, too, he just planned the whole thing for a grand treat to you! He wrote Papa that he was under 'lifelong obligation to you' because--well, of something or other. I wasn't told what, but it doesn't matter. The thing that does matter is that we're to be together all summer long, at least for three whole months. Think of that, girlie, just think of that! He wrote Papa, too, that he'd have liked to gather the whole 'House Party' together if it had been practical, but his wife didn't think it would. I reckon she knew she'd have her hands full enough, chaperoning eight youngsters, without asking more. We came pretty near not getting Helena and Herbert, though! Mr.
Montaigne fancied it was too much like an imposition to let them come, because he didn't know the Fords. Helena wrote me that, so I got Dad to send him a letter to make him stop and think! Besides, Jim--that boy is just grand! He--”
”Of course, honey. He's a boy, you know.”
”Laugh away! I'm too happy to care. I do like boys best. Why shouldn't I? They're heaps more fun than girls--except you. And to think! Helena and Jim were the real chaperons of our trip, though Helena's governess, Miss Milliken, was called such. But she's a stick! I had the time of my life, keeping her scared all the way on. Oh! I'm glad to be off that train. Mr. Ford says we're to finish our journey in wagons. I like that.”
”But I don't see Miss Milliken, Molly.”
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