Part 6 (1/2)
She was out of ankle-length dresses! She looked her impressive eighteen, in a foaming long white mull that showed her soft throat. A red rose was in her brown hair. She reclined in a big chair of leather and oak and smiled her gentlest, especially when Carl bobbed his head to her.
He had always taken her as a matter of course; she had no age, no s.e.x, no wonder. That afternoon she had been a negligible bit of Joralemon, to be accused of sn.o.bbery toward Eddie Klemm, and always to be watched suspiciously lest she ”spring some New York airs on us.”... Gertie had craftily seemed unchanged after her New York enlightenment till now--here she was, suddenly grown-up and beautiful, haloed with a peculiar magic, which distinguished her from all the rest of the world.
”She's the one that would ride in that horseless carriage when I got it!” Carl exulted. ”That must be a train, that thing she's got on.”
After the dance he disposed of Adelaide Benner as though she were only a sister. He hung over the back of Gertie's chair and urged: ”I was awful sorry to hear you were sick.... Say, you look wonderful, to-night.”
”I'm so glad you could come to my party. Oh, I must speak to you about----Do you suppose you would ever get very, very angry at poor me? Me so bad sometimes.”
He cut an awkward little caper to show his aplomb, and a.s.sured her, ”I guess probably I'll kill you some time, all right.”
”No, listen, Carl; I'm dreadfully serious. I hope you didn't go and get dreadfully angry at me about Eddie Klemm. I know Eddie 's good friends with you. And I did want to have him come to my party. But you see it was this way: Mr. Griffin is our guest (he likes you a _lot_, Carl. Isn't he a dandy fellow? I guess Adelaide and Hazel 're just crazy about him. I think he's just as swell as the men in New York).
Eddie and he didn't get along very well together. It isn't anybody's fault, I don't guess. I thought Eddie would be lots happier if he didn't come, don't you see?”
”Oh no, of course; oh yes, I see. Sure. I can see how----Say, Gertie, I never did know you could look so grown-up. I suppose now you'll never play with me.”
”I want you to be a good friend of mine always. We always have been awfully good friends, haven't we?”
”Yes. Do you remember how we ran away?”
”And how the Black Dutchman cha.s.sssed us!” Her sweet and complacent voice was so cheerful that he lost his awe of her new magic and chortled:
”And how we used to play pum-pum-pull-away.”
She delicately leaned her cheek on a finger-tip and sighed: ”Yes, I wonder if we shall ever be so happy as when we were young.... I don't believe you care to play with me so much now.”
”Oh, gee! Gertie! Like to----!” The shyness was on him again. ”Say, are you feeling better now? You're all over being sick?”
”Almost, now. I'll be back in school right after vacation.”
”It's you that don't want to play, I guess.... I can't get over that long white dress. It makes you look so--oh, you know, so, uh----”
”They're going to dance again. I wish I felt able to dance.”
”Let me sit and talk to you, Gertie, instead of dancing.”
”I suppose you're dreadfully bored, though, when you could be down at the billiard-parlor?”
”Yes, I could! Not! Eddie Klemm and his fancy vest wouldn't have much chance, alongside of Griffin in his dress-suit! Course I don't want to knock Eddie. Him and me are pretty good side-kicks----”
”Oh no; I understand. It's just that people have to go with their own cla.s.s, don't you think?”
”Oh Yes. Sure. I do think so, myself.” Carl said it with a spurious society manner. In Gertie's aristocratic presence he desired to keep aloof from all vulgar persons.
”Of course, I think we ought to make allowances for Eddie's father, Carl, but then----”
She sighed with the responsibilities of _n.o.blesse oblige_; and Carl gravely sighed with her.
He brought a stool and sat at her feet. Immediately he was afraid that every one was watching him. Ray Cowles bawled to them, as he pa.s.sed in the waltz, ”Watch out for that Carl, Gert. He's a regular badix.”
Carl's scalp tickled, but he tried to be very offhand in remarking: ”You must have gotten that dress in New York, didn't you? Why haven't you ever told me about New York? You've hardly told me anything at all.”