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Updated: May 7, 2025
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, mother, Miss Upton is going home to dinner with us to-day." "No, no, I'm not, Ben," put in Miss Mehitable hastily. "I couldn't leave Charlotte alone for Sunday dinner; but" she looked at Mrs. Barry "I do want to see Ben about something and he promised me a little time this afternoon." "Mehit got into trouble yesterday," Ben explained to his mother.
"I've come home with just one notion this time," returned his companion with sudden fierceness. "It is that I'm a fool." "Now, Mehit, don't tell me you've fallen a prey in the gay metropolis and lost a lot of money." "That's nothin' to what has happened. I'm poor and I don't know what I'd do if I lost money, but, Ben Barry, it's much worse than that." "Look here, you're scaring me. I'm timid."
"All right, Mehit! have it your own way, only get a move. I can't take her out till she gets a hat." "You haven't got to take her out," retorted Miss Upton decidedly. "She don't want to go out with you. It was only last night she was sayin' she wished she might never see you again." "Huh!" ejaculated Ben. "Poor girl, I'm sorry for her, then.
"Come, now, that's the most sensible speech that ever fell from Lottie's rosebud lips." He sat up and viewed his visitor, who, in spite of her crimson embarrassment, was gazing at him appealingly. "I don't believe, Mehit, my dear, that you've begun at the beginning, and you'll have to, you know, if you want legal advice." "I never do, Ben; I am so stupid.
"Bet she'll hate to see me comin', but here goes," she added, slipping the straps of her bag up on her arm and grasping the sides of the table with both hands. Ben Barry was wont to say: "When Mehit is about to rise and flee, it's a case of Yo heave ho, my hearties. All hands to the ropes." But then it was notorious that Ben's bump of reverence was an intaglio.
The dam-sell pardon, Mehit, it's all right to say damsel, isn't it? didn't think best to press things quite far enough to get into your pocket-book. You call it a rescue. Why do you? Geraldine might have got something out of the gawk." Miss Upton's head swung from side to side on her short neck as she gazed at her friend for a space in defiant silence. His smile irritated her beyond words.
"I'll bet she had the disappointment of her young life: to tell you that yarn, and tell it so convincingly, and yet dear old Mehit never rose to the bait!" Miss Upton glared at him and pulled her hand away. He leaned back and resumed his former easy attitude. "When are you going to reach the umbrella?" he asked. "I've passed it," snapped Miss Mehitable, angry and baffled.
Miss Mehitable glowered at the bolder and more aggressive of these as she moved along a side aisle. When mother and son finally reached the sunlit out-of-doors they found Miss Upton waiting beside the steps. "Why, if here isn't the fair Mehit," remarked Ben as they approached, and his mother smiled and shook her regal head and Miss Upton's hand simultaneously.
"You wouldn't take near as much interest, not near as much if you've got a girl on your mind." "One? Dozens, Mehit. I'm only human, dear." "If it's dozens, it's all right," returned Miss Upton, relieved. "There's always room for one more in that case, but what is your surprise, then, Ben?" "I didn't want to be alone to write poetry. I wanted to gloat, undisturbed.
Tether it in the back yard, and when she is in specially good form turn her out there and let them sport together. Easy now, Mehit easy." For Miss Upton's escort had jumped out and she was essaying to leave the car. "If I ever knew which foot to put first," she said desperately, withdrawing the left and reaching down gingerly with her right.
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