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Updated: May 19, 2025
"What a day we have had!" they sighed in concert as they drove up again to the entrance of the inn. "Lucy," called Mary Leonard, a little later, from one of their connecting rooms to the other, "I'm going to put on my best black net, because Tom Endover may call to-night." Then she paused to catch Lucy Eastman's prompt reply.
Mary Leonard caught her breath a little at the sound of her Christian name, but "I didn't know there was any taking you down, Tom Endover," she retorted before she thought; and they all laughed. They found many things to say in the few minutes longer that they stayed, before Mr. Endover took them out and put them in their cab.
The two women left the piano and came forward. "You used to know Mary Greenleaf, she's Mrs. Leonard now, and Lucy Eastman, Tom," she went on. Apparently Mr. Endover was not heeding the introduction, but was coming towards them with instant recognition and outstretched hand. They often discussed afterward if he would have known them without Miss Pinsett.
"Minnie Chickering wasn't the only girl that Tom Endover kissed, if I remember right," she said, with covert intention. "Well, he put the red ear into my hands himself, and I just husked it without thinking anything about it," retorted Lucy Eastman, with spirit. "Of course you did, of course you did," asseverated Mary Leonard, whereupon the other laughed too, but with reservation.
"As to that, I don't believe I'd ever have been a United States senator if it wasn't for what you've told me, Miss Pinsett," laughed Endover. "I'm always coming here to be taken down, Mary," he went on; "she does it just as she used to."
"Of course I do, and the red ears that that Chickering girl was always finding! I think she picked them out on purpose, so that Tom Endover would kiss her. It was just like those Chickerings!" There was a gentle venom in Lucy Eastman's tones that made Mary Leonard laugh till the tears came into her eyes.
It was during the last verse that the parlor door opened softly, and a tall, fine-looking man, erect, with beautiful silver curling hair, and firm lines about the handsome, clean-shaven mouth, appeared on the threshold and stood waiting. As the singing finished, Miss Pinsett shook her head at him. "You were always coming in and breaking up the singing, Tom Endover," she said.
Mary Leonard thought he would, but Lucy Eastman did not always agree with her. "You don't have to tell me who they are," he said, grasping their hands cordially. "Telling Tom Endover who Mary Greenleaf and Lucy Eastman are, indeed!" There was a mingling of courteous deference and frank, not to be repressed, good comradeship in his manner which was delightful.
"And I shall put on my lavender lawn, but it'll be just our luck to have it Samuel Hatt." The next morning Mr. Endover called for them, and they were driven to the station in his brougham. He put them on the train, and bought the magazines for them, and waved his hand to the car window. "You know, Lucy," said Mary Leonard, as the train pulled out, "Tom Endover always used to come to see us off."
"Oh, yes, he's different," replied Mary Leonard, readily. Both were quite unconscious of any discrepancy in their statements as they silently thought over the impression he had made. He was the same handsome, confident Tom Endover, but there was something gone, and was there not something in its place?
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