Part 12 (1/2)
”Do you know I sometimes suspect that Fate had a hand in bringing us together? We are so alike.”
”We are so alike we're different,” she amended, laughing.
She waited until next day to explode her bomb.
”I think if you finish up the play this week, Jarvis, we can have it typed early next week, and get off to New York on Friday or Sat.u.r.day.”
He stared at her.
”On foot?” he inquired.
”Oh, no. I find I have the money.”
”You find you have it! You had that much and didn't know it?” he exploded so loudly that the Professor came to, and paid attention.
”I am careless about these things,” Bambi murmured.
”What's all this?” queried the Professor.
”What I can't see is that if you had money enough to pay up my board bill, why you married me,” continued Jarvis.
”Just one of my whims. I am so whimsical,” retorted Bambi.
”Would you mind telling me?” begged the Professor.
”She's got money enough to take us to New York,” repeated Jarvis.
”Thank you. I don't wish to go to that terrible place. Of all the distressing, improbable places, New York is the worst,” replied Professor Parkhurst.
”Be calm, Professor. I was not planning to take you,” soothed his daughter.
”But what is to be done with me?” he inquired, anxiously.
”You are to be left the one sole duty of Ardelia, to be overfed and pampered until you aren't fit to live with.”
”But you can't go off alone with Jarvis.”
”Why not? I am married to him.”
”Yes, I suppose you are, but you seem so unmarried,” he objected.
”We will have to practise up a few married poses, Jarvis. You must not act so interested in me. Father says we don't act married.”
”I am not in the least interested in you,” Jarvis defended himself, valiantly.
”There, father, could anything be more husband-like?”
”Where did you get the money, Jarvis?” the Professor asked.
”I didn't get it. She got it.”