Part 6 (1/2)
She swept out of the door, her skirts rustling behind her.
Abe collected himself so far as to bow in the direction she had taken; then with lamblike eyes of inquiry met the exasperated glances cast upon him.
Not a sister moved or spoke. They all sat as if glued to their chairs, in a silence that was fast growing appalling.
Abe turned his head and looked behind his chair for an explanation; but nothing met his eye, save the familiar picture on the wall of two white kittens playing in the midst of a huge bunch of purple lilacs.
Then there broke upon the stillness the quavering old voice of Aunt Nancy, from her place opposite Abe's at the head of the board. The aged dame had her two hands clasped before her on the edge of the table, vainly trying to steady their palsied shaking. Her eyes, bright, piercing, age-defying, she fixed upon the bewildered Abraham with a look of deep and sorrowful reproach. Her unsteady head bobbed backward and forward with many an accusing nod, and the cap with its rakish pink bow bobbed backward and forward too. Abe watched her, fascinated, unconsciously wondering, even in the midst of his disquietude, why the cap did not slide off her bald scalp entirely. To his amazement, she addressed not himself, but Angy.
”Sister Rose, yew kin leave the room.” Implacable purpose spoke in Aunt Nancy's tone. Angy started, looked up, going first red and then white; but she did not move. She opened her lips to speak.
”I don't want ter hear a word from yew, nor anybody else,” sternly interposed Aunt Nancy. ”I'm old enough ter be yer mother. Go up-stairs!”
Angy's glance sought Miss Abigail, but the matron's eyes avoided hers.
The little wife sighed, rose reluctantly, dropped her hand doubtfully rea.s.suring on Abe's shoulder, and then went obediently to the door.
From the threshold she looked wistfully back; but an imperious wave from Aunt Nancy banished her altogether, and Abe found himself alone--not with the sisters whom he loved, but with twenty-eight hard-visaged strangers.
IX
A WINTER b.u.t.tERFLY
”Cap'n Rose,” began Aunt Nancy. Brother Abe p.r.i.c.ked up his eats at the formal address. ”Cap'n Rose,” she repeated, deliberately dwelling on the t.i.tle. ”I never believe in callin' a man tew account in front of his wife. It gives him somebody handy ter blame things on tew jest like ole Adam. Naow, look a-here! What I want is ter ask yew jest one question: Whar, whar on 'arth kin we look fer a decent behavin' ole man ef not in a Old Ladies' Hum? Would yew--” she exhorted earnestly, pointing her crooked forefinger at him. ”Would yew--”
Abraham caught his breath. Beads of sweat had appeared on his brow. He broke in huskily:
”Wait a minute, Aunt Nancy. Jest tell me what I've been an' done.”
The ladies glanced at one another, contemptuous, incredulous smiles on their faces, while Aunt Nancy almost wept at his deceitfulness.
”Cap'n Rose,” she vowed mournfully, ”I've lived in this house fer many, many years, an' all the while I been here I never hearn tell o' a breath o' scandal ag'in' the place until yew come an' commenced ter kick up yer heels.”
Lazy Daisy, who had long been an inmate, also nodded her unwieldy head in confirmation, while a low murmur of a.s.sent arose from the others.
Abraham could only pa.s.s his hand over his brow, uneasily shuffle his maligned heels over the floor and await further developments; for he did not have the slightest conception as to ”what they were driving at.”
”Cap'n Rose,” the matriarch proceeded, as in the earnestness of her indignation she arose, trembling, in her seat and stood with her palsied and shaking hands on the board, ”Cap'n Rose, yer conduct with this here Mis' Betsey Ann Blossom has been somethin' _ree_diculous! It's been disgraceful!”
Aunt Nancy sat down, incongruously disreputable in appearance, her pink bow having slipped down over her right ear during the harangue. Over the culprit's countenance light had dawned, but, shame to tell! it was a light not wholly remorseful. Then silent laughter shook the old man's shoulders, and then--could it be?--there crept about his lips and eyes a smile of superbly masculine conceit. The sisters were fighting over him.
Wouldn't Mother be amused when he should tell her what all this fuss was about.
Now, kindly, short-sighted Miss Abigail determined that it was time for the matron's voice to be heard.
”Of course, Brother Abe, we understand perfectly that yew never stopped ter take inter consideration haow susceptible some folks is made.”
There being plain evidence from Abe's blank expression that he did not understand the meaning of the word, Ruby Lee hastened to explain.
”Susceptible is the same as flighty-headed. Blossy allers was a fool over anything that wore breeches.”
Abe pushed his chair back from the table and crossed his legs comfortably. For him all the chill had gone out of the air. Suppose that there was something in this? An old, old devil of vanity came back to the aged husband's heart. He recalled that he had been somewhat of a beau before he learned the joy of loving Angy. More than one Long Island la.s.sie had thrown herself at his head. Of course Blossy would ”get over”