by Sewell Ford
CHAPTER V
BREEZING BY WITH PEGGY
He's a great old scout, Mr. Ellins. But he always knows where he wantsto get off, all right. He don't whisper his ideas on the subject,either.
"Boy," says he the other mornin' as I answers the buzzer, "I amexpecting two young persons to call this forenoon, two young wards ofmine. Huh! Wards! As though I wasn't busy enough with my own affairswithout---- But never mind. Chandler is the name."
"Yes, Sir," says I. "Chandler. Rush 'em right in, shall I?"
"No!" snorts Old Hickory. "What I want you to do is to use a littlesense, if you have any. Now, here! I have a committee meeting at ten;those K. & T. people will be here at ten-forty-five; and after that Ican't say whether I'll be free or not. Of course I must see the youngnuisances; but meantime I want to forget 'em. I am trusting to you towork 'em in when they'll be the least bother."
"Got you," says I. "Chink in with Chandlers. Yes, Sir. Anythingmore?"
"No. Get out!" he snaps.
Fair imitation of a grouch, eh? But you got to get used to OldHickory. Besides, there was some excuse for his bein' peeved, havin' apair of kids camp down on him this way. Course I was wise to the otherdetails. Didn't I take their 'phone message to Mr. Robert only the daybefore, and send back the answer for 'em to come on?
Seems this was a case of a second cousin, or something like that, anutty college professor, who'd gone and left a will makin' Mr. Ellins aguardian without so much as askin' by your leave. There was a Mrs.Chandler; but she don't figure in the guardianship. The youngsters hadbeen in school somewhere near Boston; but, this bein' the holidays,what do they do but turn up in New York and express a wild desire tosee dear old Guardy.
"Gee!" thinks I. "They don't know when they're well off."
For Old Hickory ain't got a lot of use for the average young person.I've heard him express his sentiments on that point. "Impudent,ill-mannered, selfish, spoiled young barbarians, the boys," says he,"and the girls aren't much better,--silly, giggling young chatterboxes!"
And the way I has it framed up, this was rather a foxy move of theyoung Chandlers, discoverin' their swell New York relations just as theholiday season was openin'. So I don't figure that the situation callsfor any open-arm motions on my part. No, nothin' like that. I'm hereto give 'em their first touch of frost.
So about eleven-fifteen, as I glances across the brass rail and seesthis pair advancin' sort of uncertain, I'm all prepared to cause a dropin the mercury. They wa'n't exactly the type I had in mind, though.What I'd expected was a brace of high school cutups. But these two areolder than that.
The young fellow was one of these big-boned, wide-shouldered chaps,with a heavy, serious look to his face, almost dull. I couldn't tellat first look whether he was a live wire or not. No such suspicionsabout the girl. She ain't what you'd call a queen, exactly. She's tootall and her face is too long for that. Kind of a cute sort of face,though, with rather a wide mouth that she can twist into a weird,one-sided smile. But after one look at them lively blue eyes you knewshe wasn't walkin' in her sleep. It's my cue, though, to let 'em guesswhat nuisances they were.
"May I see Mr. Ellins?" says the young chap.
"Cards," says I.
He produces the pasteboards.
"Oh, yes!" I goes on. "The wards, eh? Marjorie Chandler, DudleyWinthrop Chandler. Well, you've picked out a busy day, you know."
"Oh, have we?" says Marjorie. "There, Dud! I was afraid we might.Perhaps we'd better not call, after all."
"Good!" says Dudley. "I didn't want to, anyway. We can just send inour cards and leave word that we----"
"Ah, can it!" says I. "Mr. Ellins is expectin' you; only he ain't aman you can walk in on casual."
"But really," puts in Marjorie, "it's just as well if we don't see him."
"Yes, and get me fired for not carryin' out instructions," says I. "Myorders are to work you in when there's a chance."
"Oh, in that case," says Marjorie, "perhaps we had better wait. Wedon't wish to cause trouble for anyone, especially such a bright,charming young----"
"Nix on the josh," says I. "And have a seat while I skirmish."
"Very well, then," says she, screwin' her face up cunnin' and handin'me one of them crooked smiles.
Say, she pretty near had me goin' right from the start. And as Itiptoes into the boss's room I sees he ain't doin' anything moreimportant than signin' letters.
"They're here," says I, "the wards. Is it all right to run 'em in now?"
He grunts, nods his head, and keeps on writin'. So I strolls back tothe reception room.
"All right," says I. "I've fixed it up for you."
"Now, wasn't that sweet in you?" gurgles Marjorie, glancin' sideways atBrother. I couldn't swear it was a wink, either; but it's one of themknowin' fam'ly looks, and she follows it up with a ripply sort of agiggle.
"That's right!" says I. "Have all the fun you want with me; but I'dwarn you to ditch the mirth stuff while you're on the carpet. Mr.Ellins don't like it."
"How interesting!" says Marjorie. "Dudley, I hope you understand. Wemust ditch the mirth stuff."
They swaps another grin at that, and I have a suspicion I'm bein'kidded. Just for that too I decides to stick around while they'regettin' theirs from Old Hickory.
"This way," says I cold and haughty, as I tows 'em into the privateoffice.
Mr. Ellins lets 'em stand there a minute or so without sayin' a word,and then he turns and looks 'em over deliberate. "Humph!" he grunts."Thought you were younger."
"Yes, Sir," says Marjorie, "we--er--we were at one time."
Old Hickory shoots a quizzin' glance at her; but there ain't the ghostof a smile on her face.
"Huh!" says he. "I've no doubt. And I presume that in due courseyou'll be older. Having agreed on that, perhaps you will tell me whatyou're doing in New York?"
Marjorie starts in to give him the answer to that; but Dudley shakeshis head at her and takes the floor himself. "You see, Sir," says hereal respectful, "Mother's abroad this winter, and when we were askedto visit friends on Long Island we thought----"
"Amy abroad, is she?" breaks in Mr. Ellins. "How does that happen?"
"The Adamses took her with them to Egypt," says Dudley. "They are oldfriends of ours."
"Humph!" says Old Hickory. "Your mother must be rather popular?"
"Oh, everyone likes Mama," put in Marjorie. "She's asked aroundeverywhere."
"Yes, yes, I've no doubt," says he. "As I remember her, she was rathera--but we won't go into that. Did you come to consult me aboutanything in particular?"
"No indeed," says Marjorie. "But you've been so good to bother aboutour affairs, and you've done such wonders with the little property poorDad left, that we thought, as we were so near, we ought to----"
"We wanted," breaks in Dudley, "to call and thank you personally foryour kindness. You have been awfully kind, Sir."
"Think so, do you?" says Mr. Ellins. "Well, is that all?"
"Yes," says Marjorie; "only--only--oh, Dud, I'm going to do it!" Andwith that she makes a rush, lets out a giggle or two, grabs Old Hickoryin a perfectly good hug, and kisses him twice on his bald spot.
He don't even have a chance to struggle, and before he can get out aword it's all over and she has backed off, givin' him the full benefitof one of them twisty smiles. I was lookin' for him to blow up forfair at that. He don't though.
"There, there!" says he. "Not in the least necessary, you know. Butif it was something you had to get out of your system, all right. Soyou've been visiting, eh? Now, what?"
"Why, Marjorie's going back to her school, Sir," says Dudley, "and I tocollege."
"Before the holidays are over?" says Mr. Ellins.
"Oh, we don't mind," says Marjorie. "We don't want to go home and openup the house; for we should miss Mother so much."
"Suppose you finish out your vacation with us, then?" suggests OldHickory.
"Oh, thank you, Sir," says Dudley; "but we----"
"Mother wrote us, you see," breaks in Marjorie, "that we mustn't thinkof bothering you another bit."
"Who says you're a bother?" he demands. "At this time of year I liketo have young folks around--if they're the right kind."
"But I'm not sure we are the right kind," says Marjorie. "I--I'm notvery serious, you know; and Dud's apt to be noisy. He thinks he cansing."
At which Dudley gets fussed and Old Hickory chuckles.
"I'll take a chance," says Mr. Ellins. "If I'm to be your guardian, Iought to know you better. So you two trot right up to the house andprepare to stay the week out. Here, Torchy! 'Phone for the limousine.No, not a word, young woman! I haven't time to discuss it. Clear out,both of you! See you at dinner."
"There!" says Marjorie as a partin' shot. "I just knew you were an olddear!"
"Stuff!" protests Mr. Ellins. "'Old bear,' is more like it."
And me, I picks up a new cue. I escorts 'em out to the gen'ral officewith all the honors. "I'll have that car down in a jiffy, Miss," saysI.
"Oh, thank you," says Marjorie. "And if you think of anything we oughtto ditch in the meantime--"
"Ah, what's the use rubbin' it in on me," says I, "after the way youput it over Mr. Ellins? I don't count. Besides, anybody that fieldstheir position like you do has got me wearin' their button for keeps."
"Really?" says she. "I shall remember that, you know; and there's notelling what dreadful thing I may do before I go. Is there, Dud?"
"Oh, quit it, Peggy!" says he. "Behave, can't you?"
"Certainly, Brother dear," says she, runnin' her tongue out at him.Ever see anyone who could make a cute play of that? Well, Marjoriecould, believe me!
Funny, though, the sudden hit them two seemed to make with Old Hickory.Honest, the few days they was around the house his disposition clearsup like coffee does when you stir in the egg. I heard him talkin' toMr. Robert about 'em, how well brought up and mannerly they was. Heeven unloads some of it on me, by way of suggestin' 'em as models.You'd most think he'd trained 'em himself.
Bein' chased up to the house on so many errands, I had a chance to getthe benefit of some of this improvin' influence. And it was kind ofgood, I admit, to watch how prompt Dudley hops up every time any olderparty comes into the room; and how sweet Marjorie is to everybody, eventhe butler. They was just as nice to each other too,--Brother helpin'Sister on with her wraps, and gettin' down on his knees to put on herrubbers; while Marjorie never forgets to thank him proper, and pat himchummy on the cheek.
"Gee!" thinks I. "A sister like that wouldn't be so bad to havearound."
Course, I knew this was comp'ny manners, exhibition stuff; but all thesame it was kind of inspirin' to see. It's catchin' too. I even findsmyself speakin' gentle to Piddie, and offerin' to help Mr. Ellins withhis overcoat.
All of which lasts until here one afternoon, as I'm waitin' in theEllins' lib'ry for some presents I'm to deliver, when the spell isshattered. I'd heard 'em out in the hall, talkin' low and earnest, andnext thing I know they've drifted in where I am and have opened up alively debate.
"Pooh!" says Marjorie. "You can't stop me."
"See here, Peggy!" comes back Dudley. "Didn't Mother say I was to lookafter you?"
"She didn't tell you to be so everlasting bossy," says Sister.
"I'm not bossy," comes back Dudley.
"You are so!" says she. "Old fuss budget! Stewcat!"
"Rattlehead!" says Dudley.
"Don't mind me," I breaks in. "I'm havin' my manners improved."
All that brings out, though, is a glance and a shoulder shrug, and theyproceed with the squabble.
"Dud Chandler," says Marjorie determined, "I am going to drive the cartoday! You did yesterday for an hour."
"That's entirely different," says Dudley. "I'm used to it, and Henrysaid I might."
"And Henry says I may too--so there!" says Marjorie. "And you know I'mjust crazy to try it on Fifth Avenue."
"You'd look nice, wouldn't you?" says Brother scornful. "A limousine!"
"But Bud Adams let me drive theirs; in Boston too," protests Marjorie.
"Bud Adams is a bonehead, then," says Dudley.
"Dudley Chandler," snaps Sister, her eyes throwin' off sparks, "don'tyou dare talk that way about my friends!"
"Huh!" says Brother. "If there ever was a boob, that Bud Adams is----"
Say, there's only a flash and a squeal before Sister has landed a smackon his jaw and has both hands in his hair. Looked like a realrough-house session, right there in the lib'ry, when there comes a callfor me down the stairs from Mrs. Ellins. She wants to know if I'mready.
Sister has landed a smack on his jaw.]
"Waitin' here, Ma'am," says I, steppin' out into the hall.
"And Marjorie and Dudley?" says she. "Are the dear young folks readytoo?"
"I'll ask 'em," says I. And with that I dodges hack where they'restandin' glarin' at each other. "Well," says I, "is it to be a go to afinish, or----"
"Come, Marjorie," says Dudley, "be decent."
"I--am going to do it!" announces Marjorie.
"Mule!" hisses Dudley.
And that's the status quo between these two models when we starts forthe car. Marjorie makes a quick break and plants herself in front bythe chauffeur, leavin' Brother to climb inside with me and the bundles.He grits his teeth and murmurs a few remarks under his breath.
"Some pep to that sister of yours, eh?" says I.
"She's an obstinate little fool!" says Dudley. "Look at that, now! Iknew she would!"
Yep, she had. We're no sooner under way than the obligin' Henry slidesout of his seat and lets Miss Marjorie slip in behind the wheel. Shecan drive a car all right too. You ought to see her throw in the highand go beatin' it down the avenue, takin' signals from the traffic copsat crossing, skinnin' around motor busses, and crowdin' out a freshtaxi driver that tried to hog a corner on her. Nothin' timid oramateurish either about the way she handled that ten-thousand-dollargas wagon of Old Hickory's. Where I'd be jammin' on both brakes andcallin' for help, she just breezes along like she had the street all toherself.
Meantime Brother is sittin' with both feet braced and one hand on thedoor, now and then sighin' relieved as we scrape through a tight place.But we'd been down quite a ways and was part way back, headed forRiverside Drive, and was rollin' along merry too, when all of a suddena fruit faker's wagon looms up out of a side street unexpected, there'sa bump and a crash, and there we are, with a spokeless wooden wheeldraped jaunty over one mud guard, the asphalt strewed with oranges, andint'rested spectators gatherin' gleeful from all quarters.
Looks like a bad mess too. The old plug of a horse is down, kickin'the stuffin' out of the harness, and a few feet off is the huckster,huddled up in a heap like a bag of meal. Course, there's a cop on thespot. He pushes in where Dudley is tryin' to help the wagon driver up,takes one look at the wreck, and then flashes his little notebook. Heputs down our license number, calls for the owner's name, prods thewagon man without result, tells us we're all pinched, and steps over toa convenient signal box to ring up an ambulance. Inside of threeminutes we're the storm center of a small mob, and there's two othercops lookin' us over disapprovin'.
"Take 'em all to the station house," says one, who happens to be aroundsman.
That didn't listen good to me; so I kind of sidles off from our group.It just struck me that it might be handy to have someone on the outsidelookin' in. But at that I got to the station house almost as soon asthey did. The trio was lined up before the desk Sergeant. MissMarjorie's kind of white, but keepin' a stiff lip over it; while Dudleyis holdin' one hand and pattin' it comfortin'.
"Well, who was driving?" is the first thing the Sergeant wants to know.
"If you please, Sir," speaks up Dudley, "I was."
"Why, Dudley!" says Peggy, openin' her eyes wide. "You know----"
"Hush up!" whispers
Brother.
"Sha'nt!" says Marjorie. "I was driving, Mr. Officer."
"Rot!" says Dudley. "Pay no attention to her, Sergeant."
"Suit yourself," says the Sergeant. "I'd just as soon lock up two asone. Then we'll be sure."
"There! You see!" says Brother. "You aren't helping any. Now keepout, will you?"
"But, Dudley----" protests Marjorie.
"That'll do," says the Sergeant. "You'll have plenty of time to talkit over afterwards. Hospital case, eh? Then we can't take bail.Names, now!"
And it's while their names are bein' put on the blotter that I slidesout, hunts up a pay station, and gets Mr. Robert on the 'phone."Better lug along a good-sized roll," says I, after I've explained thecase, "and start a lawyer or two this way. You'll need 'em."
"I will," says Mr. Robert. "And you'll meet me at the station, willyou?"
"Later on," says I. "I want to try a little sleuthin' first."
You see, I'd spotted the faker's name on the wagon license, and itoccurs to me that before any of them damage-suit shysters get to him itwould be a good scheme to discover just how bad he was bunged up. Somy bluff is that it's an uncle of mine that's been hurt. By pushin' itgood and hard too, and insistin' that I'd got to see him, I gets clearinto the cot without bein' held up. And there's the victim, snoozin'peaceful.
"Gee!" says I to the nurse, sniffin' the atmosphere. "Had to brace himup with a drink, did you?"
She smiles at that. "Hardly," says she. "He had attended to that, orhe wouldn't be in here. This is the alcoholic ward, you know."
"Huh!" says I. "Pickled, was he? But is he hurt bad?"
"Not at all," says she. "He will be all right as soon as he's sober."
Did I smoke it back to the station house? Well, some! And Mr. Robertwas there, talkin' to two volunteer witnesses who was ready to swearthe faker was drivin' on the wrong side of the street and not lookin'where he was goin'.
"How could he," says I, "when he was soused to the ears?"
Course, it took some time to convince the Sergeant; but after he'd hadword from the hospital he concludes to accept a hundred cash, letDudley go until mornin', and scratch Marjorie's name off the book.Goin' back to the house we four rides inside, with Henry at the wheel.
"I'm awfully sorry, Dud," says Marjorie, snugglin' up to Brother,"but--but it was almost worth it. I didn't know you could be so--sosplendid!"
"Stow it, Peggy," says Dudley. "You're a regular brick!"
"No, I'm not," says she. "And think what Mr. Ellins will say!
"There, there!" says Mr. Robert soothin'. "You were not to blame. Iwill have someone see the fellow in the morning and settle the damage,however. There's no need to trouble Father about it, none in theleast."
"Besides, Peggy," adds Dudley, "I'm the one the charge is made against.So butt out."
Looked like it was all settled that way too, and that Old Hickory'sfaith in his model wards wa'n't to be disturbed. But when we pulls upat the house there he is, just goin' up the front steps.
"Ah!" says he, beamin'. "There you are, eh? And how has my littlePeggy been enjoying herself today?"
"Mr. Ellins," says she, lookin' him square in the eye, "you mustn'tcall me your Peggy any more. I've just hit a man. He's in thehospital."
"You--you hit someone!" gasps Old Hickory, starin' puzzled at her."What with?"
"Why, with the car," says she. "I was driving. Dudley tried to stopme; but I was horrid about it. We had a regular fight over it. Then Icoaxed Henry to let me, and--and this happened. Don't listen toDudley. It was all my fault."
"Wow!" I whispers to Mr. Robert. "Now she's spilled the beans!"
Did she? Say, I wa'n't in on the fam'ly conference that follows, but Igets the result from Mr. Robert next day, after he's been to court andseen Dudley's case dismissed.
"No, the young folks haven't been sent away," says he. "In fact,Father thinks more of them than ever. He's going to take 'em bothabroad with him next summer."
Wouldn't that smear you, though? Say, I wish someone would turn meloose with a limousine!
