Part 29 (1/2)

”'Machine' doesn't strike me as exactly the word--in your case. As for the 'intelligence'--I suppose Townsend & Company are very exacting. Do you suppose they 'd take me on the force?”

”You!” It seemed to amuse her very much.

Brant looked nettled. He had asked the question in sport, but he did not like to be taken that way. ”Look here, am I such a joke as that?”

”The notion of your working for anybody, even for yourself, is very interesting.”

”You think I 'm not capable?”

”I think the mere thought of going to an office every morning at nine o'clock would be too much for you.”

”You must have a pretty poor opinion of me.”

”Not at all. But you have never needed to work, never expect to need to work, and have never shown the first sign of intending to work. Why shouldn't the idea of your working seem strange?”

”I might have said the same of you a few months ago.” Brant was getting red.

”So you might. But I 'm a girl.”

”Does my being a man--I'm twenty-four--make it a foregone conclusion that I should roll up my sleeves and tackle a shovel and pick, whether I need the money or not?”

s.h.i.+rley surveyed him. ”No, I don't think it does--_with you_.”

The red which had begun to show above Brant's collar now spread toward his ears, extended his forehead, and finally suffused his entire face.

He broke out hotly: ”Look here, you used not to be sharp-tongued like that. If your taking up this sort of thing is going to make you not mind how you cut your friends, it 's my opinion you 'd be better at your embroidery.”

s.h.i.+rley bit her lip with a mischievous desire to say something which would make the angry gleam in his eyes light up still more vividly. She and Brant had played together and quarreled and made up since their nursery days, and this retort, which she would have resented from anybody else, merely delighted her from Brant.

She liked to wake him up, and considered that hurting his feelings on the score of his idleness was both salutary and justifiable. Ever since she had returned she had been feeling more and more annoyed with him for seeming to settle down so unconcernedly to a life of absolute ease and the spending of his share of the estate left him by a father who had toiled a lifetime to get his property together.

But she did not intend to be led into a serious argument with him now and here, nor did she wish to make him like her less on account of her new method of employing her time. She liked him for many good points, and she was rather wiser than most girls in perceiving when she had said enough. So after an instant's silence, she asked, with a bright glance, disarming because unexpected, ”Shall we call it even?”

”Did my shot about the embroidery hit?” Brant exulted.

”Hard. It doesn't matter that I don't know how to embroider.”

”Not in the least. Yes, I 'll call it even, though I got the worst of it. I was mad enough to bite something a minute ago, but you always did have a way of making a chap double up his fists, and then open them again, feeling foolish. Oh, here comes Mrs. Hildreth. You don't want to go back to-night, do you?”

”I 'll wait till morning. But we must be off early. I would n't miss being on time for a week's salary.”

”Before breakfast?”

”Of course--if they'll let us. We'll have breakfast at home; the early morning run will make us hungry.”

”It certainly will. See here, we don't have to get anybody up to go in with us, do we?”

s.h.i.+rley looked doubtful. ”I 'm afraid we do.”

”Then I 'd rather take you in to-night,” said Brant, promptly. ”We 'll fill up the car with chaperons, and you can sit in front with me. They 'll be tickled to go, in this moonlight. I 'll ask Mrs. Hildreth and Miss Armitage; they 'll discuss dressmakers all the way in and leave us in peace.”