Part 6 (1/2)

”Oh, no, I ain't,” said Mrs. Hochmuller. ”You see I take in was.h.i.+ng--dat's my business--and it's a lot cheaper doing it out here dan in de city: where'd I get a drying-ground like dis in Hobucken? And den it's safer for Linda too; it geeps her outer de streets.”

”Oh,” said Ann Eliza, shrinking. She began to feel a distinct aversion for her hostess, and her eyes turned with involuntary annoyance to the square-backed form of Linda, still inquisitively suspended on the fence.

It seemed to Ann Eliza that Evelina and her companion would never return from the wood; but they came at length, Mr. Ramy's brow pearled with perspiration, Evelina pink and conscious, a drooping bunch of ferns in her hand; and it was clear that, to her at least, the moments had been winged.

”D'you suppose they'll revive?” she asked, holding up the ferns; but Ann Eliza, rising at her approach, said stiffly: ”We'd better be getting home, Evelina.”

”Mercy me! Ain't you going to take your coffee first?” Mrs. Hochmuller protested; and Ann Eliza found to her dismay that another long gastronomic ceremony must intervene before politeness permitted them to leave. At length, however, they found themselves again on the ferry-boat. Water and sky were grey, with a dividing gleam of sunset that sent sleek opal waves in the boat's wake. The wind had a cool tarry breath, as though it had travelled over miles of s.h.i.+pping, and the hiss of the water about the paddles was as delicious as though it had been splashed into their tired faces.

Ann Eliza sat apart, looking away from the others. She had made up her mind that Mr. Ramy had proposed to Evelina in the wood, and she was silently preparing herself to receive her sister's confidence that evening.

But Evelina was apparently in no mood for confidences. When they reached home she put her faded ferns in water, and after supper, when she had laid aside her silk dress and the forget-me-not bonnet, she remained silently seated in her rocking-chair near the open window. It was long since Ann Eliza had seen her in so uncommunicative a mood.

The following Sat.u.r.day Ann Eliza was sitting alone in the shop when the door opened and Mr. Ramy entered. He had never before called at that hour, and she wondered a little anxiously what had brought him.

”Has anything happened?” she asked, pus.h.i.+ng aside the basketful of b.u.t.tons she had been sorting.

”Not's I know of,” said Mr. Ramy tranquilly. ”But I always close up the store at two o'clock Sat.u.r.days at this season, so I thought I might as well call round and see you.”

”I'm real glad, I'm sure,” said Ann Eliza; ”but Evelina's out.”

”I know dat,” Mr. Ramy answered. ”I met her round de corner. She told me she got to go to dat new dyer's up in Forty-eighth Street. She won't be back for a couple of hours, har'ly, will she?”

Ann Eliza looked at him with rising bewilderment. ”No, I guess not,” she answered; her instinctive hospitality prompting her to add: ”Won't you set down jest the same?”

Mr. Ramy sat down on the stool beside the counter, and Ann Eliza returned to her place behind it.

”I can't leave the store,” she explained.

”Well, I guess we're very well here.” Ann Eliza had become suddenly aware that Mr. Ramy was looking at her with unusual intentness.

Involuntarily her hand strayed to the thin streaks of hair on her temples, and thence descended to straighten the brooch beneath her collar.

”You're looking very well to-day, Miss Bunner,” said Mr. Ramy, following her gesture with a smile.

”Oh,” said Ann Eliza nervously. ”I'm always well in health,” she added.

”I guess you're healthier than your sister, even if you are less sizeable.”

”Oh, I don't know. Evelina's a mite nervous sometimes, but she ain't a bit sickly.”

”She eats heartier than you do; but that don't mean nothing,” said Mr.

Ramy.

Ann Eliza was silent. She could not follow the trend of his thought, and she did not care to commit herself farther about Evelina before she had ascertained if Mr. Ramy considered nervousness interesting or the reverse.

But Mr. Ramy spared her all farther indecision.

”Well, Miss Bunner,” he said, drawing his stool closer to the counter, ”I guess I might as well tell you fust as last what I come here for to-day. I want to get married.”

Ann Eliza, in many a prayerful midnight hour, had sought to strengthen herself for the hearing of this avowal, but now that it had come she felt pitifully frightened and unprepared. Mr. Ramy was leaning with both elbows on the counter, and she noticed that his nails were clean and that he had brushed his hat; yet even these signs had not prepared her!