Part 60 (2/2)
”Echo, Mrs. Trapes, methinks doth answer 'Who?' By the way, it was--er--salmon and green peas I think you--”
”My land, that bit o' salmon'll bile itself t' rags!” and incontinent she vanished.
However, in due time Ravenslee sat down to as tasty a supper as might be and did ample justice to it, while Mrs. Trapes once more read aloud for his edification from the wondrous circular, and was again propounding the vexed and burning question of ”who” when she was interrupted by a knocking without, and going to the door, presently returned with little Mrs. Bowker, in whose tired eyes shone an unusual light, and whose faded voice held a strange note of gladness.
”Good evenin', Mr. Geoffrey!” said she, bobbing him a curtsey as he rose to greet her, ”my Hazel sends you her love an' a kiss for them last candies--an' thank ye for all th' medicine--but oh, Mr. Geoffrey, an'
you, Ann Trapes, you'll never guess what's brought me. I've come t' wish ye good-by, we're--oh, Ann, we're goin' at last!”
”Goin'!” exclaimed Mrs. Trapes, clutching at her elbows, ”y' never mean as you're leavin' Mulligan's now the rent's been took down--re-dooced fifty per cent.--by order?”
”That's just what I'm tellin' ye--oh, Ann, ain't it just--heavenly!”
”Heavenly!” repeated Mrs. Trapes, and sank into a chair.
”Yes, heavenly t' see th' trees an' flowers again--t' live among them, Ann.”
”Samanthy Bowker--what do you mean?”
”Why, Ann, my Tom's had a gardener's job offered him at a gentleman's mansion in the country. Tom went after it t'day--an' got it. Fifteen dollars a week an' a cottage--free, Ann! Hazel's just crazy with joy--an' so'm I!”
Mrs. Trapes fanned herself feebly with her ap.r.o.n.
”All I can say is,” said she faintly, ”if the world don't come to an end soon--I shall. A gardener's job! A cottage in th' country! Why, that's what you've been hungerin' for, you an' Bowker, ever since I've known ye. And to-day--it's come! An' to-day the rent's re-dooced itself fifty per cent. by order--oh, dear land o' my fathers! When d' ye go?”
”T'morrow mornin', Ann. Hazel'll sure grow a strong, well girl in th'
country--doctor said so last week--you heard him, Mr. Geoffrey, didn't you?”
”I did, Mrs. Bowker.”
”And my Tom's that excited he couldn't eat no supper--oh, an' have ye seen in t'night's paper, Ann, about Mulligan's?”
”No--what now?” enquired Mrs. Trapes, as though on the verge of collapsing.
”Well, read that--right there!” and unfolding an evening paper, Mrs.
Bowker pointed to a paragraph tucked away into a corner, and, drawing a deep breath, Mrs. Trapes read aloud as follows:
It is understood that Geoffrey Ravenslee, the well-known sportsman and millionaire, winner of last year's International Automobile race and holder of the world's long-distance speed record, has lately paid a record price in a real estate deal. A certain tenement building off Tenth Avenue has been purchased by him, the cost of which, it is rumoured, was fabulous.
”Fab'lous!” repeated Mrs. Trapes, and sniffed. ”Well, I never had no use fer millionaires, anyway--they're generally fools or rogues--this one's a fool sure--any one is as would give much fer a place like Mulligan's--an' yet, come t' think of it again--'are warned as all rents will be re-dooced fifty per cent. by order'--yes, come t' think of it again, what I say is--G.o.d bless this millionaire, an' whatever he is, Ann Angelina Trapes is sure goin' t' mention him before th' Throne this night.”
CHAPTER XXVIII
WHICH SHOULD HAVE RELATED DETAILS OF A WEDDING
”It's all very, very wonderful, Ann, dear! But then--everything is so wonderful--just lately!”
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