Part 4 (1/2)
”Duty and everything else.”
”You are quite right,” murmured Dorothy.
”And did you elope with the captain of the 'Consternation,' and were you married secretly, and was it before a justice of the peace? Do tell us all about it.”
”What are you saying?” asked Dorothy, with a momentary alarm coming into her eyes.
”Oh, I was just telling mother and Sab that you had skipped by the light of the noon, with the captain of the 'Consternation,' who was a jolly old bachelor last night, but may be a married man to-day if my suspicions are correct. Oh, Dorothy, must I go to the ball in a dress of print?”
The sewing girl bent an affectionate look on the impulsive Katherine.
”Kate, dear,” she said, ”you shall wear the grandest ball dress that ever was seen in Bar Harbor.”
”How dare you call my sister Kate, and talk such nonsense?” demanded Sabina.
”I shall always call you Miss Kempt, and now, if I have your permission, I will sit down. I am tired.”
”Yes, and hungry, too,” cried Katherine. ”What shall I get you, Dorothy?
This is all cold.”
”Thank you, I am not in the least hungry.”
”Wouldn't you like a cup of tea?”
Dorothy laughed a little wearily.
”Yes, I would,” she said, ”and some bread and b.u.t.ter.”
”And cake, too,” suggested Katherine.
”And cake, too, if you please.”
Katherine skipped off downstairs.
”Well, I declare!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Sabina with a gasp, drawing herself together, as if the bottom had fallen out of the social fabric.
Mrs. Captain Kempt folded her hands one over the other and put on a look of patient resignation, as one who finds all the old landmarks swept away from before her.
”Is there anything else we can get for you?” asked Sabina icily.
”Yes,” replied Dorothy, with serene confidence, ”I should be very much obliged if Captain Kempt would obtain for me a card of invitation to the ball on the 'Consternation.'”
”Really!” gasped Sabina, ”and may not my mother supplement my father's efforts by providing you with a ball dress for the occasion?”
”I could not think of troubling her, Miss Kempt. Some of my customers have flattered me by saying that my taste in dress is artistic, and that my designs, if better known, might almost set a fas.h.i.+on in a small way, so I shall look after my costume myself; but if Mrs. Captain Kempt were kind enough to allow me to attend the ball under her care, I should be very grateful for it.”
”How admirable! And is there nothing that I can do to forward your ambitions, Miss Amhurst?”
”I am going to the ball merely as a looker-on, and perhaps you might smile at me as you pa.s.s by with your different partners, so that people would say I was an acquaintance of yours.”
After this there was silence in the sewing room until Katherine, followed by a maid, entered with tea and cakes. Some dress materials that rested on a gypsy table were swept aside by the impulsive Katherine, and the table, with the tray upon it, was placed at the right hand of Dorothy Amhurst. When the servant left the room, Katherine sidled to the long sewing table, sprang up lightly upon it, and sat there swinging a dainty little foot. Sabina had seated herself in the third chair of the room, the frown still adding severity to an otherwise beautiful countenance. It was the younger daughter who spoke.