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When he came back, slightly paler, Wallie said curtly: "You don't need spurs on that horse." "I'm the best judge of that," Stott retorted. Wallie said nothing further, for at the moment the crowd parted to permit the passing of the newcomer from Zanesville, Ohio. As he saw her, Wallie felt willing to renew his promise to Miss Gaskett not to fall in love with her.
Penrose "skedaddled" after the bell-boy with unmistakable alacrity. "And how is kitty?" inquired Mr. Cone, beaming upon Miss Gaskett. "Did you take her with you this summer?" As he lifted the cover and looked in the basket, "Cutie's" pupils enlarged and she shrank from him. "Cutie" had a good memory. "Luckily for her I did not," Miss Gaskett answered. "If I had, I should have lost her."
Pinkey was stopped finally, and his passengers augmented by the addition of Mrs. Stott, Miss Gaskett, and Mrs. Budlong, who carefully folded their jackets to sit on. At five o'clock Mr. Stott raced forward and returned to announce that Hicks had camped just around the bend of the river. "You're wearing that horse out, Stott," said Wallie, coldly.
Everyone was interested when they saw the horse coming, and a few sauntered over to have a look at him, Miss Spenceley and Pinkey among the others. "Is that the horse you always ride, Wallie?" inquired Miss Gaskett. "No; it's a new one I'm going to try out for them," Wallie replied, indifferently. "Wallie, do be careful!" his aunt admonished him. "I don't like you to ride strange horses."
Budlong, who had made "his" in white lead and paint and kept a chauffeur and a limousine, felt that his disapproval would mean something to the proprietor. "Oh, Wallie!" Wallie felt relieved when he saw Mrs. Henry Appel beckoning him. As he was on his way to Mrs. Appel Miss Mattie Gaskett clutched at his arm and detained him. "Did you see the robins this morning, Wallie?" "Are they here?"
It was a terrible disappointment to Miss Gaskett, who cried bitterly and in an unguarded moment told her age, approximately, sobbing that it was preposterous that one of her years should not be permitted to finish a trip which she was so enjoying. But Mrs.
Nobody, however, was interested in seeing his roses. Even Miss Mattie Gaskett, who always clung like a burr to woollen clothing with the least encouragement, said carelessly when he showed her the lemonade tray: "As good as your best, Wallie," and edged over to hear what Pinkey was saying.
Stott took occasion to remark that his vegetables would be better for less seasoning and more cooking, and Miss Gaskett thought his dried fruit would be improved by soaking over night and additional sweetening. Mr. Hicks received these criticisms in a humility that was pathetic when compared with his former arrogance.
"Yes, a dozen of them. They do remind me so of my dear Southland." Miss Gaskett was from Maryland. "The summer wouldn't be the same without either of you," he replied, gallantly. Miss Gaskett shook a coquettish finger at him. "You flirt! You have pretty speeches for everyone." Wallie did not seem displeased by the accusation as he passed on to Mrs. Appel.
Miss Mattie Gaskett, encouraged by the conversation to which she had listened, declared with asperity: "There has been fuzz under my bed for exactly one week, Mr. Cone, and I have not called the maid's attention to it because I wished to see how long it would remain there. I have no reason to believe that it will be removed this summer.
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