Part 3 (1/2)
Tessie glanced back to smile and wave her hand at the clerks, who were so bewildered and amazed that they seemed to have forgotten the price of the most ordinary tinware. Even Mr. Walker stood with his eyes and mouth wide open. They were all deeply and darkly green. ”Such luck!” they exclaimed, and they did not see why their uncles could not have died and made them queens of Pacific islands. Why should little Tessie Gilfooly be the one to have all the luck?
That same question was puzzling Tessie as Mr. Bill helped her into his car and took the place beside her.
”All set?” He smiled at her. ”Let's go!”
This was almost more disturbing and amazing than to know that she was a queen. To think that at last, after regarding Mr. Bill as the most wonderful and unapproachable man in the world--for Tessie realized that a great gulf yawns between salesgirls and the sons of proprietors--to think that she should actually be riding up the avenue with him in his own car. She could not believe it, but she could like it. She gave a faint little murmur of content, like the purr of a happy kitten. Mr.
Bill heard her and looked down.
”Great, isn't it?” he exclaimed with hearty admiration.
It was so very great that Tessie could only nod, and the tears came to her eyes, and the beating of her heart almost choked her. She did not want to go to her lawyer's, she wanted to ride on forever with Mr. Bill.
She would far rather ride with Mr. Bill than hear about her kingdom.
The distance from the Evergreen to the office of Marvin, Phelps & Stokes was not long, but Mr. Bill had to make it longer before he found a decent parking place.
”If the cops knew who you were they'd let us stop anywhere,” he grinned.
”But they don't know, and we don't want any argument.”
”Oh, no!” Tessie was congenitally opposed to anything unpleasant.
”Shall I wait for you, or do you want me to come up with you?” The question was only a form, for Mr. Bill would have been cut in inch-pieces before he would wait in the car while Tessie was with her lawyer, hearing about her inheritance. Mr. Bill chuckled. This was vastly more amusing than snooping around the Evergreen bas.e.m.e.nt directing customers and finding fault with clerks.
”Please come with me,” begged Tessie. ”I want you. I--I feel so alone.
Do come along.”
”You bet I'll come!” exclaimed Mr. Bill, and he led her into the big office building and into the elevator, which whizzed them to a floor which had the name Marvin, Phelps & Stokes all over it. ”Lord, what would the people in this elevator say if they knew you were a queen!” he whispered, just before they left the cage, and Tessie laughed and blushed and said ”My goodness!” It was so wonderful to have Mr. Bill whisper in her ear that it was not strange that she could only think in breathless exclamations.
The young man who had brought Tessie the good news jumped up as they came in, and he scowled at Mr. Bill before he even smiled at Tessie.
”I'll tell Mr. Marvin you are here,” he said to Tessie. ”What do you want, Bill?” he demanded very ungraciously of Mr. Bill.
”h.e.l.lo, Bert!” Mr. Bill was most affable. ”This is great news you brought to the Evergreen. Dad and I want to help Miss Gilfooly in every way we can, so I came along with her.”
”I guess when she has Marvin, Phelps & Stokes to help her she won't need any Evergreens,” sniffed Bert rudely. ”Come right in, Miss Gilfooly!” He pointedly refrained from offering Mr. Bill an invitation.
But Tessie would not have him left out. ”Will you come with me?” she begged prettily. ”Of course I know there isn't a thing to be afraid of, but I do feel funny.” Her voice quivered.
It brought Mr. Bill to her side at once. He looked triumphantly at Bert, who sniffed again as he led them to the room of the senior partner of the most important law firm in Waloo--in the Northwest.
”Miss Gilfooly!” Mr. Marvin rose to his feet and took her hand. ”It was very pleasant for us to send such good news to you,” he smiled. ”There isn't the shadow of a doubt that you inherit your uncle's property. He left it to the eldest child of his brother John, and we know that you are John Gilfooly's eldest child. But we must comply with the formalities and make everything legal. Undoubtedly you can let us have the record of your birth, and the record of the marriage of your father and mother?”
”Why!--why!--” faltered Tessie, who had no idea where she would find such records. And without them she might only be Tessie Gilfooly of the aluminum again. And Mr. Bill! Oh, it was cruel!
”If you haven't them you can easily get them,” went on Mr. Marvin. He did not seem at all worried because Tessie did not have the necessary records in her pocket. ”One of our men--Mr. Douglas, perhaps--can take you to the court house.”
”I'll take her!” Mr. Bill offered eagerly.
”Where such records are kept,” finished Mr. Marvin as if Mr. Bill had never said a word. It was outrageous the way he ignored Mr. Bill. Tessie looked at him indignantly. Didn't he know who Mr. Bill was? ”I understand there is a little opposition to your uncle's will. A group of natives, Sons of Suns.h.i.+ne I believe they call themselves, want a native ruler, but you need not worry about them. The Honolulu lawyer, who brought us your uncle's will, tells me that a good majority of the people have declared that they will carry out King Peter's wishes. They are sending a special representative to escort you to the islands. Of course you shouldn't go alone.”
”I wouldn't!” declared Tessie hastily. ”I'd take my brother--he's a Boy Scout--and Granny. The warm climate will be good for Granny's rheumatism,” she added thoughtfully.