Part 28 (1/2)

Bambi Marjorie Benton Cooke 17150K 2022-07-22

”Good. Suits me.”

”What shall I take the Professor? I've thought and thought. He's so hard to shop for.”

”Get him an adding machine!”

Bambi withered him.

”He would disinherit me on the spot. That's like sending Paderewski a pianola.”

”We must get something for Ardelia, too.”

”I got her a red dress, a red hat, a salmon-pink waist, and handkerchiefs with a coloured border.”

Once their thoughts turned toward the little house, and the arithmetical garden, they were anxious to get back. Their shopping tour was a gay affair, because it was their last outing.

”Don't you feel differently about New York?” she asked him as they walked back. ”It seems to me like a fascinating new friend I have made.

I am sorry to leave it.”

”I'm not. I'm not made for cities. People interest me for a while, then I forget them, and they are always under foot, in places like this. I trip over them, and they interrupt my thoughts.”

”I'm so glad you are true to type,” she smiled up at him.

”I'm deeply grateful and appreciative of your bringing me here,” he added awkwardly.

”That was out of character, Jarvis. A month ago you would have taken it as your right.”

”I'm beginning to realize that others may have rights, that even you may have some, Miss Mite.”

”Never fear. I'll protect mine,” she boasted.

On the morrow they turned their faces toward home and the Professor.

XI

”It looks very out-of-the-worldly, doesn't it?” Bambi said as they came in sight of home.

”It looks like Paradise to me,” sighed Jarvis, holding open the gate for her.

”Enter Eve, dragging the serpent,” she laughed as she pa.s.sed in. ”Eve never played in an arithmetical garden,” she added. ”If she had, there would probably have been no immortal fall.”

”The number eights look tired,” Jarvis commented, ignoring her witticism.

She spied the Professor afar sitting at work on the piazza. She flew along the path and burst in upon him.

”Daddy!” she cried, and enveloped him. His astonishment was poignant.

”My dear,” he said, ”my dear. Why, I must have forgotten that you were coming. I would have been at the station.”

”I knew you'd forget, so I didn't bother you with it. How are you? Have you been lonesome? Did you miss us? Where's Ardelia?” all in a breath.