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"She thought it her duty to tell father the time you drove me to the Hammonds'. She said I asked you to do it." "What did he say?" Austen inquired, looking straight ahead of him. "He didn't say much," she answered. "Father never does. I think he knows that I am to be trusted." "Even with me?" he asked quizzically, but with a deeper significance.
The insistent and intolerant horn of an automobile, followed now by the scream of the gears, broke the stillness of the country-side, and a familiar voice cried out "Do you want the whole road?" Austen turned into the Hammonds' drive as the bulldog nose of a motor forged ahead, and Mr. Crewe swung in the driver's seat. "Hello, Victoria," he shouted, "you people ought to have ear-trumpets."
To these dreamy strains Maulevrier and his friend presently entered. 'How d'ye do, grandmother? how do, Lesbia? This is my very good friend and Canadian travelling companion, Jack Hammond Lady Maulevrier, Lady Lesbia. 'Very glad to see you, Mr. Hammond, said the dowager, in a tone so purely conventional that it might mean anything. 'Hammond? I ought to remember your family the Hammonds of
And if you will not come to me, you will let me come to you, won't you? It will be so nice to come and talk him over with you. Perhaps I shall persuade you some of these days after all. Only I must go now, for I always give the children their tea on Sunday. But please let your dear little niece come up to-morrow and play with them; the little Hammonds will be there, she is just their age."
Then she said: "She's goin' away, Gracie is." "Going away?" "Yup. She's goin' to stay with a relation of the Hammonds over in Connecticut for a spell. I coaxed her into it. Stayin' here at home with all this suspense and with Hannah Poundberry's tongue droppin' lamentations like kernels out of a corn sheller, is enough to kill a healthy batch of kittens with nine lives apiece.
The insistent and intolerant horn of an automobile, followed now by the scream of the gears, broke the stillness of the country-side, and a familiar voice cried out "Do you want the whole road?" Austen turned into the Hammonds' drive as the bulldog nose of a motor forged ahead, and Mr. Crewe swung in the driver's seat. "Hello, Victoria," he shouted, "you people ought to have ear-trumpets."
"I always am on yours, and always hope to be," he said, smiling, "though I am afraid I can't write your note to the Hammonds for you." "But you won't go away," she said. "I know your time will be taken up, and you must not let me or the boys be troublesome; but to have you here makes me so much less lost and lonely. And I shall have such a friend in your Erminia. Is that her name?"
Marg'ret frequently came home between Teresa and Alanna to lunch, and when Joe breakfasted after Mass with Danny and Jim, Mrs. Costello packed his lunch with theirs, exulting in the chance. The children became fast friends, and indeed it would have been hard to find better playfellows for the young Costellos, their mother often thought, than the clever, appreciative little Hammonds.
Since the afternoon he had driven Victoria to the Hammonds' he had had daily debates with an imaginary man in his own likeness who, to the detriment of his reading of law, sat across his table and argued with him.
The other day she actually drove to the Hammonds' in a buggy with an unknown lawyer from Ripton. But I told you about it. Tell your gardener and the people that do your haying, dear, and your chicken woman. My chicken woman is most apathetic, but do you wonder, with the life they lead?" Mr. Humphrey Crewe might have had, with King Charles, the watchword "Thorough."
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