The Story Book Girls

by S. R. Crockett

  CHAPTER V

  "The Story Books" Call

  Mabel was sitting with Cuthbert when the Story Books called.

  They really did call.

  And nothing could have been more unpropitious.

  First, they called very early in the afternoon, just when Betty, withher arms full of matting for her rabbits, rushed out at the front door.She nearly ran into them. The matting slipped from her arms, and shestood spell-bound, gazing at the Story Books. Mrs. Dudgeon was there,looking half a size larger than any ordinary person. An osprey wavedluxuriantly in a mauve toque, and her black dress bristled withgrandeur. She produced a lorgnette and looked through it severely atBetty. Betty became half the size of an ordinary mortal.

  Adelaide Maud was with Mrs. Dudgeon.

  Adelaide Maud was in blue.

  Adelaide Maud seemed stiff and bored.

  "Is your mamma at home?" Mrs. Dudgeon asked.

  Betty kicked the matting out of the way in a surreptitious manner.

  "Oh, please come in," she said shyly.

  It was tragic that of all moments in one's life the Dudgeons should havecome when Betty happened to be flying out, and they had not even hadtime to ring for Bertha, who, as parlour-maid, had really irreproachableshowing in manners.

  Betty tripped over a mat on her way to the drawing-room. Betty showedthem in without a word of warning. Jean was singing at thepiano--atrociously. Jean might know that she oughtn't to sing till hervoice was developed. Elma was dusting photographs.

  Nothing could have been more tragic.

  The girls melted from the room, and left Mrs. Dudgeon and Adelaide Maudin the centre of it, stranded, staring.

  "What an odd family," said Mrs. Dudgeon stiffly.

  Adelaide Maud never answered.

  The Leightons rushed frantically to other parts of the house.

  The second tragedy occurred.

  Mrs. Leighton utterly refused to change her quiet afternoon dress foranother in which to receive Mrs. Dudgeon. She went to the drawing-roomas she was.

  They ran to Cuthbert's room to tell him about it. Cuthbert seemed ratherexcited when he asked which "Story Book." Elma said, "Oh, you know,_the_ one," and he concluded she meant Hermione, who did not interesthim at all.

  "Why couldn't you stay and talk to them?" he asked. "They wouldn't eatyou. Who cares what you have on? The mater is quite right. She isjust as nice in a morning costume as old Dudgeon in her war paint. Youthink too much of clothes, you kids."

  "Yet you like to see us nicely dressed," wailed Jean.

  "Of course I do. Mabel in that blue thing is a dream."

  Mabel looked at him gratefully.

  "Oh, if only Mabel had been sitting there embroidering, in her bluegown, and Bertha had shown them ceremoniously in! How lovely it wouldhave been!" said Elma.

  "I couldn't have worn my blue," said Mabel with a conscience-strickenlook. "You know why."

  "Oh, Mabel--the rucking! How unfortunate!"

  "It never dawned on us that we should ever know them."

  Cuthbert looked from one to another.

  "What on earth have you been up to now?" he asked suspiciously.

  "Mabel got her dress made the same as Adelaide Maud's," said Bettyaccusingly. She rather liked airing Mabel's mistakes just then, afterhaving been so sat upon for her own.

  "Well, it's a good thing that Adelaide Maud, as you call her, won't evercome near you," Cuthbert remarked in a savage voice.

  "But it's Adelaide Maud who's in the drawing-room," said Elma.

  Cuthbert drew in his breath sharply.

  "Oh, Cuthbert, you aren't well."

  "It's the bandage," he said. "Montgomery is a bit of an idiot aboutbandaging. I told him so. Doesn't give a fellow room to breathe."

  He became testy in his manner.

  "You oughtn't to have all run away like that, like a lot of children.Old Dudgeon will be sniffing round to see how much money there is in ourfurniture, and cursing herself for having to call."

  "Adelaide Maud was awfully stiff," sighed Elma.

  "Our furniture can bear inspection," said Mabel with dignity. "TheDudgeons may have money, but papa has taste."

  "Yes, thank goodness," said Cuthbert. "They can't insult us on thatpoint. This beastly side of mine! Why can't we go downstairs, Mabel,and tell them what we think of 'em?"

  "I'm longing to, but terrified," said Mabel. "It's because we'veadmired them so and talked about them so much."

  "Adelaide Maud wouldn't know you from the furniture," said Jean. "Youmay spare yourself the agony of wanting to see her. I think they mightbe nice when we've been neighbours in a kind of way for so long."

  "Well--they're having a good old chat with the mater at least," saidCuthbert.

  "I haven't confidence in mummy," said Jean. "I can hear her, can't you?Instead of talking about the flower show or the boat races, or somethingdashing of that sort, she will be saying----"

  "Oh, I know," said Mabel. "When Elma was a baby--or was it when Bettywas a baby--yes, it was, and saying how cute Cuthbert was when he wasfive years old----"

  "If she does," shouted Cuthbert. "Oh, mother mine, if you do that!" Heshook his fist at the open door.

  A sound of voices approaching a shut one downstairs came to their ears.Each girl stole nimbly and silently out and took up a position where shecould see safely through the banisters. First came the mauve toque withits white osprey quite graciously animated, then a blue and wide one inturquoise, which from that foreshortened view completely hid theshimmering gold of the hair of Adelaide Maud. Mrs. Leighton was weirdlyself-possessed, it seemed to the excited onlookers. She had rung forBertha, who held the door open now in quite the right attitude. Goodold Bertha. Mrs. Dudgeon was condescendingly remarking, "I'm so sorryyour little girls ran away!"

  "Little girls!" breathed four stricken figures at the banisters.

  Adelaide Maud said, "Yes, and I did so want to meet them. I hear theyare very musical."

  "Musical!" groaned Mabel.

  "She just said that to be polite--isn't it awful?" whispered Jean.

  "Hush."

  "Once more, our best thanks to your son."

  Mrs. Leighton answered as though she hadn't minded a bit that Cuthberthad been nearly killed the day before.

  "So good of you to call," said she.

  "Oh," cried Elma, with her head on the banister rail, after the doorshut, "I hate society; don't you, mummy?"

  "I think you're very badly behaved, all of you, listening there like alot of babies," said Mrs. Leighton.

  "Come and tell your little girls all about it," cried Jeansarcastically.

  Mrs. Leighton smiled as she toiled upstairs.

  "It ought to be a lesson to you. Haven't I often told you thatlisteners hear no good of themselves," she exclaimed.

  "Oh, mummy, we are musical," reminded Mabel, softly. "Think of thatterrific compliment!"

  Their mother seemed to have more on her mind than she would tell them.She puffed gently into Cuthbert's room.

  "These stairs are getting too much for me," she said.

  "Well, mater?" asked Cuthbert in an interrogating way.

  "Well, Cuthbert, they are very grateful to you," she said.

  He lay back on his pillows.

  "Don't I know that patronizing gratitude," he said. It seemed as thoughthey had all suddenly determined to be down on the Dudgeons. His faceappeared hard and very determined. He had the fine forehead which sodistinguished his father, with the same clear-cut features, and a chinof which the outline was strong and yet frankly boyish. He had apatient insistent way of looking out of his eyes. It had often theeffect of wresting remarks from people who imagined they had nothing tosay.

  This time, Mrs. Leighton, noting that familiar appeal in his eyes, wasdrawn to discussing the Dudgeons.

  "Mrs. Dudgeon was very nice; she said several very nice things about youand us. She says
that Mr. Dudgeon had always a great respect for yourfather. He knew what he had done in connection with the AntiquarianSociety and so on. Miss Dudgeon was very quiet."

  "Stiff little thing," said Jean, with her head in the air.

  "She was very nice," said Mrs. Leighton. There was a softness in hervoice which arrested the flippancy of the girls. "I don't know when Ihave met a girl I liked so much."

  "Good old Adelaide Maud," cried Jean.

  A flush ran up Cuthbert's pale determined face. It took some of thehardness out of it.

  "Did she condescend to ask for me?" he asked abruptly. "Or pretend thatshe knew me at all?"

  "She never said a word about you," said his mother; "but----"

  "But--what a lot there may be in a but," said Jean.

  "She looked most sympathetic," said Mrs. Leighton lamely. Cuthbertmoved impatiently.

  "What silly affairs afternoon calls must be," said he.

  "Miss Steven--the girl you ran away with--isn't well to-day, and theyare rather anxious about her. She is very upset, but wanted to come andtell you how much she thanked you."

  "Oh, lor," said Cuthbert, "what a time I shall have when I'm well. Ishall go abroad, I think."

  Elma gazed at him with superb devotion. He seemed such a man--to becareless of so much appreciation, and from the Story Books too!Cuthbert appeared very discontented.

  "Oh, these people!" he exclaimed; "they call and thank one as they wouldtheir gardener if he had happened to pull one of 'em out of a pond.It's the same thing, mummy! They never intend to be really friendly,you know."

  Elma slipped downstairs and entered the drawing-room once more. A faintperfume (was it "Ideal" or "Sweet Pea Blossom"?) might be discerned. ALiberty cushion had been decidedly rumpled where Mrs. Leighton would bebound to place Mrs. Dudgeon. Where had Adelaide Maud, the goddess ofsmartness and good breeding, located herself? Elma gave a small screamof rapture. On the bend of the couch, where the upholstering ran into aconvenient groove for hiding things, she found a little handkerchief.It was of very delicate cambric, finely embroidered. Elma's firstterror, that it might be Mrs. Dudgeon's, was dispelled by the magicletters of "Helen" sewn in heliotrope across a corner. It struck her asdoubtful taste in one so complete as Adelaide Maud that she should carryheliotrope embroidery along with a blue gown. She held her prize infront of her.

  "Now," said she deliberately, "I shall find out whether it is 'Ideal' or'Sweet Pea.'"

  She sniffed at the handkerchief in an awe-stricken manner. Theenervating news was thus conveyed to her--Adelaide Maud put no scent onher handkerchiefs.

  This was disappointing, but a hint in smartness not to be disobeyed.Mrs. Dudgeon must have been the "Ideal" person. Elma rather hoped thatHermione used scent. This would provide a loophole for herself anyhow.But Mabel would be obliged to deny herself that luxury.

  Elma sat down on the couch with the handkerchief, and looked at the dearold drawing-room with new eyes. She would not take that depressing viewof the people upstairs with regard to the Story Books. She was AdelaideMaud, and was "reviewing the habitation" of "these Leighton children"for the first time.

  "Dear me," said Adelaide Maud, "who is that sweet thing in the silverframe?"

  "Oh," said Mrs. Leighton, "that's Mabel, my eldest."

  Then Adelaide Maud would be sure to say with a refined amount ofrapture, "Oh, is that Mabel? I have heard how pretty she is from Mr.Maclean."

  Then mother--oh, no; one must leave mother out of this conversation.She would have been so certain to explain that Mabel was not pretty atall.

  Elma sat with her elbows out and her hands presumably resting on air."Never lean your elbows on your hips, girls," Miss Stanton, head ofdeportment, informed them in school. "Get your shoulder muscles intoorder for holding yourself gracefully." One could only imagine AdelaideMaud with a faultless deportment.

  Elma carried the little handkerchief distractedly to her lips, then wasappalled at the desecration.

  Oh--and yet how lovely! It was really Adelaide Maud's!

  She tenderly folded it.

  How distinguished the drawing-room appeared! How delightful to have hada father who made no mistakes in the choice of furniture! Cuthbert hadsaid so. She could almost imagine that the mauve toque must have bowedbefore the Louis Seize clock and acknowledged the Cardinal Wolseleychair. It did not occur to her to think that Mrs. Dudgeon might size upthe whole appearance of that charming room in a request for pillars andGeorgian mirrors, and beaded-work cushions. It is not given to everyone to see so far as this, however, and Elma--as Miss Dudgeon for theafternoon--complimented her imaginary hosts on everything. As a wind-upMiss Dudgeon asked Mrs. Leighton particularly if her third daughtermight come to take tea with Hermione.

  "So sweet of you to think of it," said the imaginary Mrs. Leighton, oncemore in working order.

  Out of these dreams emerged Elma. Some one was calling her abruptly.

  "Coming," she shrieked wildly, and clutched the handkerchief.

  She kept it till she got to Cuthbert. It seemed to her that he, as aninvalid, might be allowed a bit of a treat and a secret all to himself.

  "Adelaide Maud left her handkerchief," she said. "We shall have to callto return it."

  He gazed at the bit of cambric.

  "Good gracious, is that what you girls dry your eyes on?"

  He took it, and looked at it very coldly and critically.

  "Thank you," he said calmly.

  "Oh, Cuthbert," she exclaimed with round eyes, "you won't keep it, willyou?"

  "I shall return it to the owner some day, when she deserves it," saidthe hero of yesterday, with a number of pauses between each phrase.

  "Don't say a word, chucky, will you not?"

  "I won't," said Elma honourably, yet deeply puzzled.

  Imaginary people were the best companions after all. They did exactlywhat one expected them to do.

  It seemed rather selfish that Cuthbert should hang on to thehandkerchief. But of course they would never have even seen it had itnot been for the accident.

  She surrendered all ownership at the thought, and then gladly poured teafor the domineering Cuthbert.

  "You are a decent little soul, Elma," said he.

  "And you are very extraasperating," said Elma.