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Then the deepest of red flamed back into her checks and she scuttled off down the hall so fast that she upset every single rug in her path. Mr. Bennett was Waiting at the telephone! Arethusa's trembling fingers could hardly find the telephone receiver at first, and even when once located, they could scarcely keep it to her ear. "Hello!" her greeting was soft and almost breathless. "Hello!"
Timothy adhered to his announced intention of leaving on the following morning, much to Arethusa's fury. She tried coaxing and threats of future silence, and even tears; all to no avail. Timothy's resolution was absolutely unshaken. His "Good-bye, Arethusa!" was of the very essence of tragedy. Ross found it necessary to look hastily in another direction.
"I'll send George in with tea a little later on," said Elinor, "if you would like to have it." Then Arethusa's face clouded somewhat, "But I wanted to have supper up here again!" "Not supper, Arethusa, it's just afternoon tea. I thought perhaps it might help you to get acquainted." That was very different. It might be great fun to have afternoon tea.
"I forgot," replied Timothy humbly, thoroughly ground to the earth by that speech of Arethusa's with its "I'll be a sister to you" tone. "That's evident. She probably thinks I'm lost or something by this time. If you weren't so busy always seeing how you can annoy me, you might remember when people give you messages to deliver!"
But he was amusing himself in the hall, and was not in the least hurry to take up the burden of his evening. One of the men in the little group where he stood, whose eyes were towards that dressing-room door, noticed Arethusa. "Who's the stranger?" he enquired, "And she's some looker, too, believe me." The whole group turned as one man to stare in Arethusa's direction. Mr.
He had Kissed her and he had Not Meant a Single Thing! There was Deep Disgrace for Arethusa in this simple declaration. Now Arethusa's rearing by Miss Eliza had been according to a few very simple Rules for Conduct, which were nevertheless as ironbound and unalterable as the most complicated laws that were ever framed.
It was buttoned modestly to her throat, ending in a straight line, neither high nor low which would have been most trying to nearly everyone, but above which Arethusa's flower face rose as lovely as ever. Her hat was a plain round felt trimmed with two really beautiful turkey feathers that Miss Eliza had been saving carefully since the winter previous.
She was a wee bit frightened at her own temerity after that emphatic contradiction had burst forth. But anger at Timothy had over-ridden discretion, with that question concerning him and Miss Eliza's obvious inclination to side with him; last night's events were still clear in Arethusa's mind, and Miss Eliza had been most unfair in her viewpoint on that occasion.
But these repeated disappointments had in no wise chilled the glow of his daughter's anticipation. And now ... he was actually on this side of the Atlantic! No longer the broad ocean rolled between them. If he had not come clear back to the Farm, he had come much nearer to it than he had ever been In Arethusa's recollection of him; and, moreover, he had come with a wife!
It seemed to Elinor to suit the girl as if, as Miss Rosa had enthusiastically declared, somebody had sat down before her and studied her "style". Her namesake nymph might have worn the gown just as it was without a single change to make it more airy or more like captured sea-foam in its fluttering draperies. It belonged with Arethusa's hair and her greenish eyes.
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