Part 15 (1/2)

”Oh, no, I can't do that! Think of the cost, running all night so.”

”I reckon they can afford it,” he commented drowsily.

But Aunt Ruth continued to hunt, first in the large outer room which looked like a drawing-room, and possessed an elaborate central electrolier whose control, even after she discovered the switch, caused the little lady considerable perplexity. When she had at length succeeded in extinguis.h.i.+ng the illumination she returned, guided by the lights in the other rooms. The bathroom keys were soon found, and then she applied herself to discovering those in the dressing-room. These eluded her for some minutes, but at length, all lights being turned off, Aunt Ruth found herself in total darkness. She groped about in it for some time without success, for the heavy curtains had been closely drawn, and not a ray of light penetrated the s.p.a.cious rooms from any quarter. After having followed the wall for what seemed an interminable distance without reaching a recognizable position, she was forced to call to her husband. He was asleep, and responded only after being many times addressed. Then he sat up in bed.

”Hey? What? What's the matter?” he inquired anxiously, peering into the darkness.

”Nothing, dear--only I couldn't find the bed after I turned the lights out. Keep on talking, and I'll work my way to you,” answered his wife's voice from some distance.

Guided by his voice--he found plenty to say on the subject of putting people to bed in the midst of large, unfamiliar s.p.a.ces--she groped her way to his side. He put out a gentle hand to welcome her, and as she took her place the two fell to laughing softly over the whole situation.

”Why,” said Uncle Rufus, ”for all I've slept for forty years in the same room--and a pretty sizable room I've always thought it--I've never got so I could plough a straight furrow through it in the dark. I reckon a lifetime would be too short to get to know my way round this plantation.”

He could with difficulty be restrained from telling Richard about the incident next morning, when that young man came to their rooms to escort them down to breakfast.

”I'm glad to have somebody pilot me,” Uncle Rufus declared, his eyes twinkling as he followed after his wife, who leaned on Richard's arm. ”A man must have a pretty good sense of direction to keep his bearings in a house as big as this.”

Richard laughed. ”It's rather a straight road to the dining-room. I think I must have worn a path there since I came. Here we are--and here's grandfather down before us. He's the first one in the house to be up, always.”

Matthew Kendrick advanced to meet his guests, shaking hands with great cordiality.

”It seems very wonderful, Madam Gray,” said he, ”to have a lady in the house on Christmas morning. Will you do me the honour to take this seat?” He put her in a chair before a ma.s.sive silver urn, under which burned a spirit lamp. ”And will you pour our coffee? It's many a year since we've had coffee served from the table, poured by a woman's hand.”

”Why, I should be greatly pleased to pour the coffee,” cried Aunt Ruth happily. Her bright glance was fastened upon a ma.s.s of scarlet flowers in the centre of the table, for which Richard had sent between dark and daylight. He smiled across the table at her.

”Are they real?” she breathed.

”Absolutely! Splendid colour, aren't they? I can't remember the name, but they look like Christmas.”

Neither Mr. nor Mrs. Rufus Gray had ever in their lives eaten such a breakfast as was now served to them. Such extraordinary fruits, such perfectly cooked game, such delicious food of various sorts--they could only taste and wonder. Richard, with a young man's healthy appet.i.te, kept them company, but his grandfather made a frugal meal of toast, coffee, and a single egg, quite as if he were more accustomed to such simple fare than to any other.

The breakfast over, Mr. Kendrick took them to his own private rooms, to show them a painting of which he had been telling them. Richard accompanied them, having const.i.tuted himself chief a.s.sistant to Mrs.

Gray, to whom he had taken a boyish liking which was steadily growing.

Establis.h.i.+ng her in a comfortable armchair, he sat down beside her.

”Now, Mr. Richard,” said she, presently, while Mr. Matthew Kendrick and her husband were discussing an interesting question over their cigars in an adjoining room--Mr. Kendrick's adherence to the code of an earlier day making it impossible for him to think of smoking in the presence of a lady--”I wonder if there isn't something you would let me do for you.

You and your grandfather living alone, so, you must have things that need a woman's hand. While I sit here I'd enjoy mending some socks or gloves for you.”

Richard looked at her. The sincerity of her offer was so evident that he could not turn it aside with an evasion or a refusal. But he had not an article in the world that needed mending. When things of his reached that stage they were invariably turned over to his man, Bliss. He considered.

”That's certainly awfully kind of you, Mrs. Gray,” said he. ”But--have you--”

She put her hand into a capacious pocket and produced therefrom a tiny ”housewife,” stocked with thimble, needles, and all necessary implements.

”I never go without it,” said she. ”There's always somebody to be mended up when you least expect it. My niece Roberta tripped on one of her flounces last night, dancing--and not being used to dancing in such full, old-fas.h.i.+oned skirts. Rosy was starting to pin it up, but I whipped out my kit--and how they laughed, to see a pocket in a best dress!” She laughed herself, at the recollection. ”But I had Robby sewed up in less time than it takes to tell it--much better than pinning!”

”How beautifully she danced those old-fas.h.i.+oned dances,” Richard observed eagerly. ”It was a great pleasure to see her.”

”Yes, it's generally a pleasure to see Robby do things,” Roberta's aunt agreed. ”She goes into them with so much vim. When she comes out to visit us on the farm it's the same way. She must have a hand in the churning, or the sweeping, or something that'll keep her busy. Aren't you going to get me the things, Mr. Richard?”