Part 2 (1/2)

To say that the biscuits were delicious and the coffee uplifting, inspiring, would, in the mind of all who have shared the matutinal hospitality of the steward of the _General_, be an inadequate expression of gastronomic grat.i.tude. Let it be sufficient to note that Anne Wellington beamed gratefully upon the steward, who, expanding under the genial influence, discussed his art with rare unction.

”The secret,” he said, leaning confidentially over the back of Miss Wellington's chair, ”is to be sparin' of the yeast; and then there is somethin' in raisin' 'em proper. Now, the last time Mrs. Jack Vanderlip was down here, she made me give her the receipt for them identical biscuits; gave me a dollar for it.”

”Mrs. Jack Vanderlip!” cried Miss Wellington, ”did she ever grace your table?”

”Did she ever grace this table! Well, I should say so, and the Tyler girls and Hammie Van Rensselaer and Billy Anstruther,--he comes down here often.”

Miss Wellington laughed.

”I often have marvelled at Billy's peach-blow complexion,” she said; ”now I have the secret.”

”Don't tell him I said so, Miss Wellington,” said the steward.

The girl, with a biscuit poised daintily in her fingers, did not seem surprised to hear her name.

”Your acquaintance is rather exten--rather large,” she said.

The steward actually blushed.

”I live in Newport, miss,” he said.

”Oh!” That was all, and the curious little smile did not leave her face. But Armitage noticed that in some way the steward found no further opportunity for exercising his garrulity.

Evidently she a.s.sumed that Armitage now knew whom she was, if he had not known before the steward uttered her name, for he noticed a slight modifying of her previous att.i.tude of thorough enjoyment. For his part, Armitage of course had no reason for altering his bearing, and that he did not was observed and appreciated by his companion. This eventually had the effect of restoring both to their former footing.

”Yes,” she said finally, ”it has been rather a novel experience. I am indebted to you.”

”Not to me,” said Armitage. Then, by way of conversation, ”novel experiences, as a rule, are not so easily had.”

”No, I grasp them whenever,” she jerked her head toward the cabin above and smiled, ”whenever I can, conveniently. My old tutor in Munich was always impressing it upon me never to neglect such opportunities.”

”Opportunities? Oh, I see--slumming.” Armitage glanced about the apartment and laughed.

She frowned.

”I was speaking categorically, not specifically; at least I meant to.

I did not mean slumming; I detest it. '_Seine erfahrungen erweitern_'--enlarging one's experience--is the way my teacher put it.

Life is so well-ordered with us. There are many well-defined things to do--any number of them. The trouble is, they are all so well defined.

We glide along and take our switches, as father would say, like so many trains.” She smiled. ”And so I love to run off the track once in a while.”

”May I have the credit of having misplaced the switch?” Armitage's eyes were twinkling as the girl arose with a nod.

In the upper cabin, Mrs. Wellington, apparently, still slept, to Armitage's great joy. Her daughter, with hardly a glance into the cabin, stepped to the rail and looked down the bay with radiant face.

The promise of the early hours had been established; it was a beautiful day. It was one of these mornings typical of the hour; it looked like morning, smelt like morning, there was the distinct, clean, pure, inspiring feel of morning. The skies were an even turquoise with little filmy, fleecy shreds of clouds drifting across; the air was elixir; and the blue waters, capped here and there with white, ran joyously to meet the green sloping sh.o.r.es, where the haze still lingered. Ahead, an island glowed like an opal.

”Perfect, perfectly stunning!” cried the girl. Somehow Armitage felt the absence of that vague barrier which, heretofore, she had seemed almost unconsciously to interpose, as her eyes, filled with sheer vivacity, met his.

”What are those little things bobbing up and down in the water over there?” she asked.