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"Da whipp dem slaves what run away." "One day after de war was over and I come to Ohio, a man stop at mah house. I seem him and I know him too but I preten like I didn, so I say, 'I doan want ter buy nothin today' and he says 'Doan you know me? Den I laugh an say sho I remember the day you wuz goin to whip me, you run affer me and I run to de Mrs. and she wouldn let you whip me.
Charlotte mumbled some inarticulate greeting, falling an instant victim to the young creature's humility and loveliness. "I look very queer, I know," continued Geraldine, "but you see I just came down out of the sky." "She really did," put in Miss Upton. "She came in Mr. Barry's areoplane." "Shan't I die!" commented Mrs. Whipp, continuing to stare with a pertinacity equal to Rufus Carder's own.
"Awful rheumatic, I sh'd think 'twould be," returned Mrs. Whipp. "Pretty soon we'll have to be goin'," said Miss Upton. "I usually lock everything up here tight as a drum for three months. I was talkin' to a man in town yesterday that thought it was a joke that folks in Keefe just went a few miles to their seashore cottages.
Whipp had retreated violently from the front window when she saw the closed car drive up, and now she was standing, at bay as it were, with eyes fixed on the doorway through which her employer would bring the stranger. Pearl was placidly purring in the last rays of the sinking sun, her milk-white paws tucked under her soft breast, the only unexcited member of the family. Mrs.
"Tell Mother the whole story," he went on, "just as you did to me; and here's hoping my skepticism isn't inherited. And now, Mrs. Whipp" addressing the faded listener who gave a surprised sniff "I'll go home and wash my face. I know you'll approve of that. Good-night, Miss Upton; don't you cry.
This direct question forced Mrs. Barry to a decision. The impossible Charlotte Whipp, who had not hesitated to tell her regal self of her son's attentions to the waif, had doubtless poured enough of the yeast of gossip into eager ears to set the whole village to swelling with curiosity, and her dignity as well as Ben's depended on the attitude she took at the present moment.
Blue's mission is to take the joy out of life and Charlotte Whipp was his blood kin. The tip of her long nose was as chilly as his and her gloom was similarly chronic. Miss Upton was determined that she would not be the first to break in upon Pearl's solo. Finally Charlotte spoke: "Do the Barrys have a house to the port?" "Yes, a real cottage.
I want each of us to thank the other all our lives. I to be grateful to you for existing, and you to thank me for spending my days with the paramount thought of your happiness." They looked at each other for a long silent minute. "Mrs. Whipp says your mother came to call on me to-day," said Geraldine at last.
"Ain't you goin' to walk?" Mrs. Whipp yawned. "Dunno as I am." "I've got to go out again," pursued Miss Mehitable intrepidly, but she felt the dull gaze that at once turned and fixed upon her. "I've got to see Ben Barry about some business that came up in the city yesterday." "I knew you had something on your mind last night," returned Mrs. Whipp, triumphantly. "I notice you wouldn't tell me."
Here he found Pete industriously obeying Miss Upton's orders in company with his idol, the whole quartet gay amid their chaos. Even Mrs. Whipp had postponed the fear of rheumatism and had learned how to laugh. They had formed a line and were passing the articles from boxes to shelves when the leather-coated, helmeted figure stood suddenly before them.
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