Part 28 (2/2)
At the door he paused, looking back at her.
”Look here, kiddie, I wasn't fair about that thing last night,” he said. ”I've been thinking it over. I haven't a right in the world to ask you to keep out of something that would give you pleasure. Go on and play all the parts there are in it if you like. I'll be in it myself, in the 'nice part' Rutherford is so considerately saving up for me--” he grinned--”and----”
”And if you see me being swept off my feet you can wave your handkerchief, or something,” ended Joy for him, and they both laughed. And so peace was restored, and Joy went on about her morning duties with a happy heart. It seemed to her, as she thought of him while she worked, that he had been unwontedly tender of her as he bade her good-by. She could not think why. At any rate she was very happy, and she sang as she sat at the living-room desk, after her morning inspection of the ice-box, writing out the list for the marketing, and the menus for that day's luncheon and dinner.
The maids took a deep interest in her, and if instant obedience and willing service meant anything, approved of her. This was the day when she was going to have to get the dinner all herself, and she was looking forward to it with pleasure. She had never been left to herself to do anything at home, because Grandmother and old Elizabeth had seen her toddle into the kitchen and ”want to help”
when she was four, and they therefore honestly thought she was four still where judgment was concerned.
As she sat and hummed to herself and wrote, the telephone rang. She sprang to it with that unquestioned obedience which telephone-bells cow us into, and listened. The Harrington children had called her up a couple of times, and she thought it might be Philip. Or maybe Clarence. But instead, she heard Gail's slow, a.s.sured voice.
”Clarence has been telling me the sad story of your life,” she drawled, ”and implores me to rescue you. I'm coming over to do it in a moment or so--as soon as I can detach Harold Gray from my side....
I've told him he also must devote himself to your service, so expect him along some time today.”
She hung up without waiting for an answer, before Joy could do anything. She sat back in her chair, staring out the window in dismay. She had no idea what Clarence might have said about anything, but she devoutly wished he hadn't said it. She did not want Gail in her house. She caught herself up. That was the way she was coming to think of it--her house!
”Well, it isn't,” she reminded herself. ”After all, I'm a pilgrim and a stranger, and Gail is an old friend.”
She returned to her list and her planning, though the fun was all out of it; and when Gail arrived a half-hour later, a bunch of chrysanthemums in her belt and a small grip in her hand, she greeted her with admirable calm.
She wished for a moment that Clarence had seen fit to come himself.
He might say too familiar things, but at least there was an undertone of admiration about him very comforting in Gail's half-scornful presence. Also he sat on Gail occasionally in a calm and brotherly manner which cheered.
”Poor little Cinderella!” Gail greeted her. ”I hear that Mrs. Hewitt has dropped all the housekeeping on your shoulders, John makes you do all the sewing--including his clothes, I suppose--and treats you like a ten-year-old child. Even allowing for Clarence's pa.s.sionate transports you seem to be quite painfully n.o.ble in your acquiescence.... I have come to see to this!”
Joy stiffened.
”Thank you, I am perfectly happy,” she stated untruthfully. ”Won't you sit down?”
Gail flung her hat and cloak on a distant settee, and dropped her grip at her feet.
”Not till I go up and see poor^dear Mamma Hewitt,” she answered.
”Poor darling, she must be lonely!”
She sauntered out of the room, leaving Joy at the desk. She was down again in a few minutes. Gail never seemed to hurry. She merely got where she wanted to be with no visible effort. She nodded to Joy as she entered the room again, and dropped into a morris chair.
”Mrs. Hewitt says I am to go as far as I like,” she informed Joy, half-amusedly. ”Mother never seems to want any help at home, thank goodness, and all I have to do over there is to amuse little friends who drop in. You get tired of that after awhile. I told Clarence to send away any suitors who might trail over!”
She flung her arms up over her head and laughed a little to herself, stretching her whole indolent, graceful body.
”I like new things to amuse myself with,” she informed Joy. ”Now you'll send the maids in.”
Joy did not like any of this. And she found herself more and more certain that she did not like Gail Maddox.
”If she has all those lovers,” she thought resentfully, like a child, ”why doesn't she stay home and play with them instead of coming over here where we were perfectly happy without her?”
But she was too proud to do anything about it, so instead of going up to Mrs. Hewitt's bedroom to appeal to Caesar she went to the kitchen without further comment, and informed the maids that Mrs.
Hewitt had decided Miss Maddox was to have charge for the day.
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