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My audacity attained its object and I proferred my request, laying great stress on the quietude she would gain thereby. She replied that attendance at school would doubtless do them no harm, although she expressed her belief that the most thorough educations were those obtained outside of schools.
Silvia was wafted into the eighth heaven of bliss and then some, as the result of my diplomatic mission. Of course the task of preparing pupils out of the pestiferous Polydores devolved upon her, but she was actively aided by the eager and willing Huldah and between them they pushed the project that promised such an elysium with all speed. The prospective pupils themselves were not wildly enthusiastic over this curtailment of their liberty, but Huldah won the day by proposing that they carry their luncheon with them, promising an40abundant supply of sugared doughnuts and small pies.
Pythagoras foresaw recreation ahead in the opportunity to “lick all the kids,” and I assumed that Ptolemy had deep laid schemes for the outmaneuvering of teachers, but as his left hand never made confidant of his right, I could not expect to fathom the workings of his mind.
Early on a Monday morning, therefore, our household arose to lick our Polydore protégés into a shape presentable for admission to school. It took two hours to pull up stockings and make them stay pulled, tie shoestrings, comb out tangles, adjust collars and neckties, to say nothing of vigorous scrubbings to five grimy faces and ten dirt-stained hands.
At last with an air of achievement Silvia corralled her round-up and unloaded the four eldest upon the public school and then41proceeded to install the protesting Diogenes in a nursery kindergarten. Huldah stood in the doorway as they marched off and sped the parting guests with a muttered “Good riddance to bad rubbish.”
Silvia returned radiant, but her rejoicing was shortlived. She had scarcely taken off her hat and gloves when the four oldest came trooping and whooping into the house.
“What’s the matter?” gasped Silvia.
“Got to be vaccinated,” explained Ptolemy with an appreciative grin. Of all the Polydores he was the one who had least objected to scholastic pursuits, but he seemed quite jubilant at our discomfiture.
We were somewhat reluctant to undertake the responsibility of their inoculation, especially after Ptolemy told us that his mother didn’t believe in vaccination.
“I’ll take ’em down and get ’em vaccinated right,” declared Huldah. “Their42ma won’t never notice the scars, and if one of you young uns blabs about it,” she added, turning upon them ferociously, “I’ll cut your tongue out.”
“Suppose there should be some ill result from it,” said Silvia apprehensively.
“Don’t you worry!” exclaimed Huldah. “Most likely it won’t amount to anything. It’ll take some new kind of scabs to work in these brats. They’re too tough to take anything. Come on now with me,” she commanded, “and after it’s done, I’ll get you each an ice cream sody.”
Through Huldah’s efficiency the vaccination was quickly accomplished and the children of our neighbor were reluctantly accepted by the school authorities.
The Polydores were not parted by reason of dissimilarity of age or learning, as they were put into the ungraded room. To keep them there enrolled taxed to the43utmost our ingenuity in the way of framing excuses for their repeated cases of tardiness and suspension.
Silvia felt a little remorseful when she listened to the tale of woe recited to her by their teacher at a card party one Saturday afternoon.
“She said,” my wife repeated, “that yesterday Pythagoras brought two mice to school in his marble-bag and let them loose. She doesn’t believe in corporal punishment, but she determined to experiment with its effect on Pythagoras, so she kept him and Emerald, who was slightly implicated, after school and sent the latter out to get a whip. When he came back he said: ‘I couldn’t find any stick, but here’s some rocks you can throw at him,’ and handed her a hat full of stones. This made her too hysterical to try her experiment, so she took away his recess for a week.”
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“We ought to make her a present,” I observed.
“She said,” continued Silvia, “that they had given her nervous prostration, but she had no time to prostrate, and if she didn’t succeed in getting them graded by the coming fall term, she should accept an offer of marriage she had received from a cross-eyed man, and you know how unlucky that would be, Lucien!”
“We may be driven to worse things than that by fall,” I replied ruefully.
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Chapter IVIn Which We Take Boarders
Four weeks of unalloyed bliss and then the summer vacation times arrived, bringing joy to the heart of the Polydores and the teacher of the ungraded room, but deep gloom to the hearthside of the Wades.
One misfortune always brings another. A rival applicant received the coveted attorneyship and we bade a sad farewell to piano, saddle-horse, automobile and journey, the furnishings to our Little House of Dreams.
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“I did want you to have a car, Lucien,” sighed Silvia, regretfully, “and you worked so hard this last year, you need a trip. Won’t you go somewhere with Rob––without me?”
I assured her it would be no vacation without her.
“Do you know, Lucien,” she proposed diffidently, “I think it would be an excellent plan to invite Uncle Issachar to visit us. He knows no more about children than I do––than I did, I mean, and if he should see the Polydores he’d give us five thousand each for the children we didn’t have.”
I wouldn’t consent to this plan. I had met Uncle Issachar once. He was a crusty old bachelor with a morbid suspicion that everyone was working him for his money. I don’t wonder he thought so. He had no other attractions.
Perceiving the strength of my opposition47Silvia sweetly and sagaciously refrained from further pressure.
“We should not repine,” she said. “We have health and happiness and love. What are pianos and cars and trips compared to such assets?”
What, indeed! I admitted that things might be worse.
Alas! All too soon was my statement substantiated. That night after we had gone to bed, I heard a taxicab sputtering away at the house next door.
“The Polydores must have unexpected guests,” I remarked.
“I trust they brought no children with them,” murmured Silvia drowsily.
The next morning while we were at breakfast, the odor of June roses wafting in through the open window, the delicious flavor of red-ripe strawberries tickling our palate, and the anticipation of rice griddle-cakes48exhilarating us, the millennium came.
For the five young Polydores bore down upon usen masse.
“Father and mother have gone away,” proclaimed Ptolemy, who was always spokesman for the quintette.
This intelligence was of no particular interest to us––not then, at least. We rarely saw father and mother Polydore, and they were apparently of no need to their offspring.
Ptolemy’s next announcement, however, was startling and effective in its dramatic intensity.
“We’ve come over to stay with you while they are away.”
I laughed; jocosely, I thought.
Silvia paid no heed to my forced hilarity, but ejaculated gaspingly:
“Why, what do you mean!”
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“They have gone away somewhere,” enlightened our oracle. “They went to the train last night in a taxi. They have gone somewhere to find out something about some kind of aborigines.”
“Which reminds me,” I remarked reminiscently, “of the man who traveled far and vainly in search of a certain plant which, on his return, he found growing beside his own doorstep.”
Silvia paid no heed to my misplaced pleasantry. She was right––as usual. It was no time for levity.
“I don’t see,” spoke my unappreciative wife, addressing Ptolemy, “why their absence should make any difference in your remaining at home. Gladys can cook your meals and put Diogenes to bed as usual.”
“Gladys has gone,” piped Demetrius. “She left yesterday afternoon. She was only staying till she could get her pay.”
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“Father forgot to get another girl in her place,” informed Ptolemy, “and he forgot to tell mother he had forgotten until just before they went to the train. She said it didn’t matter––that we could just as well come over here and stay with you.”
“She said,” added Pythagoras, “that you were so crazy over children, that probably you’d be glad to have us stay with you all the time.”
My last strawberry remained poised in mid-air. It was quite apparent to me now that there was nothing funny about this situation.
“Milk, milk!” whimpered Diogenes, pulling at Silvia’s dress and making frantic efforts to reach the cream pitcher.
Huldah had come in with the griddle-cakes during this avalanche of news.
“Here, all you kids!” commanded our field marshal, as she picked up Diogenes,51“beat it to the kitchen, and I’ll give you some breakfast. Hustle up!”
The Polydores, whose eyes were bulging with expectancy and semi-starvation, tumbled over each other in their eagerness to “hustle up and beat it to the kitchen.” Our oiler of troubled waters followed, and there was assurance of a brief lull.
“What shall we do!” I exclaimed helplessly when the door had closed on the last Polydore. I felt too limp and impotent to cope with the situation. Not so Silvia.
“Do!” she echoed with an intensity of tone and feeling I had never known her to display. “Do! We’ll do something, I am sure! I will not for a moment submit to such an imposition. Who ever heard of such colossal nerve! That father and mother should be brought back and prosecuted. I shall report them to the Society52for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children. But we won’t wait for such procedure. We’ll express each and every Polydore to them at once.”
“I should certainly do that P.D.Q. and C.O.D.,” I acquiesced, “if the Polydore parents could be located, but you know the abodes of aborigines are many and scattered.”
My remarks seemed to fall as flat as the flapjacks I was siruping.
Silvia arose, determination in every lineament and muscle, and crossed the room. She opened the door leading into the kitchen.
“Ptolemy,” she demanded, “where have your father and mother gone?”
He came forward and replied in a voice somewhat smothered by cakes and sirup.
“I don’t know. They didn’t say.”
“We can find out from the ticket-agent,” I optimistically assured her.
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“They never bother to buy tickets. Pay on the train,” Ptolemy explained.
My legal habit of counter-argument asserted itself.
“We can easily ascertain to what point their baggage was checked,” I remarked, again essaying to maintain a rôle of good cheer.
But the pessimistic Ptolemy was right there with another of his gloom-casting retaliations.
“They only took suit-cases and they always keep them in the car. Here’s a check father said to give you to pay for our board. He said you could write in any amount you wanted to.”
“He got a lot of dough yesterday,” informed Pythagoras, “and he put half of it in the bank here.”
Ptolemy handed over a check which was blank except for Felix Polydore’s signature.
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“I don’t see,” I weakly exclaimed when my wife had closed the kitchen door, “why she put them off onus. Why didn’t she trade her brats off for antiques?”
Silvia eyed the check wistfully. I could read the unspoken thought that here, perhaps, was the opportunity for our much-desired trip.
“No, Silvia,” I answered quickly, “not for any number of blank checks or vacation trips shall you have the care and annoyance of those wild Comanches.”
“I know what I’ll do!” she exclaimed suddenly. “I’ll go right down to the intelligence office and get anything in the shape of a maid and put her in charge of the Polydore caravansary with double wages and every night out and any other privileges she requests.”
This seemed a sane and sensible arrangement, and I wended my way to my55office feeling that we were out of the woods.
When I returned home at noon, I found that we had only exchanged the woods for water––and deep water at that.
I beheld a strange sight. Silvia sat by our bedroom window twittering soft, cooing nonsensical nothings to Diogenes, who was clasped in her arms, his flushed little face pressed close to her shoulder.
“He’s been quite ill, Lucien. I was frightened and called the doctor. He said it was only the slight fever that children are subject to. He thought with good care that he’d be all right in a few days.”
“Did you succeed in getting a cook to go to the Polydores?” I asked anxiously. “You’ll need a nurse to go there, too, to take care of Diogenes.”
She looked at me reproachfully and rebukingly.
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“Why, Lucien! You don’t suppose I could send this sick baby back to that uninviting house with only hired help in charge! Besides, I don’t believe he’d stay with a stranger. He seems to have taken a fancy to me.”
Diogenes confirmed this belief by a languid lifting of his eyelids, as he feelingly patted her cheek with his baby fingers.
I forebore to suggest that the fancy seemed to be mutual. Diogenes, sick, was no longer an “imp of the devil”, but a normal, appealing little child. It occurred to me that possibly the care of a sick Polydore might develop Silvia’s tiny germ of child-ken.
“Keep him here of course,” I agreed, “but––the other children must return home.”
“Diogenes would miss them,” she said quickly, “and the doctor says his whims57must be humored while he is sick. He is almost asleep now. I think he will let me put him down in his own little bed. Ptolemy brought it over here. Pull back the covers for me, Lucien. There!”
Diogenes half opened his eyes, as she laid him in the bed and smiled wanly.
“Mudder!” he cooed.
Silvia flushed and looked as if she dreaded some expression of mirth from me. Relieved by my silence and a suggestion of moisture in the region of my eyes––the day was quite warm––she confessed:
“He has called me that all the morning.”
“It would be a wise Polydore that knows its own parents,” I observed.
The slight illness of Diogenes lasted three or four days. I still shudder to recall the memory of that hideous period. Silvia’s time and attention were devoted to the58sick child. Huldah was putting in all her leisure moments at the dentist’s, where she was acquiring her third set of teeth, and joy rode unconfined and unrestrained with our “boarders.”
Polydore proclivities made the Reign of Terror formerly known as the French Revolution seem like an ice cream festival. I don’t regard myself as a particularly nervous man, but there’s a limit! Their war whoops and screeches got on my nerves and temper to the extent of sending me into their midst one evening brandishing a whip and commanding immediate silence. I got it. Not through fear of chastisement, for fear was an emotion unknown to a Polydore, but from astonishment at so unexpected a procedure from so unexpected a source. Heretofore I had either ignored them or frolicked with them. Before they had recovered59from their shock, Silvia appeared on the scene.
“Diogenes,” she informed them, “was not used to such unwonted quiet, and was fretting at the unaccustomed stillness. Would the boys please play Indian or some of their games again?”
The boys would. I backed from the room, the whip behind me, carefully kept without Silvia’s angle of vision. Before Ptolemy resumed his rôle of chief, he bestowed a knowing and maddening wink upon me.
I wished that we had remained neighbor-less. I wished that the aborigines would scalp Felix Polydore and the writer of Modern Antiquities. Then we could land their brats on the Probate Court. I wished that this were the reign of Herod. I vowed I would backslide from the Presbyterian faith since it no longer included in its60articles of belief the eternal damnation of infants. How long, O Catiline, would––
A paralyzing suspicion flashed into the maelstrom of my vituperative maledictions. I rushed wildly upstairs to our combination bedroom, sickroom, and nursery, where Silvia sat like a guardian angel beside the Polydore patient.
“Silvia,” I shouted excitedly, “do you suppose those diabolical Polydore parents purposely played this trick on us? Was it a premeditated Polydore plan to abandon their young? And can you blame them for playing us for easy marks? Could any parents, Polydore, or otherwise, ever come back to such fiends as these?”
“Hush!” she cautioned, without so much as a glance in my direction. “You’ll wake Diogenes!”
Wake Diogenes! Ye Gods! And she had also implored the brothers of Diogenes61to continue their anvil chorus! This took the last stitch of starch from my manly bosom. Spiritless and spineless I bore all things, believed all things––but hoped for nothing.
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Chapter VIn Which We Take a Vacation
Diogenes finally convalesced to his former state of ruggedness and obstreperousness. He continued, however, to cling to Silvia and to call her “mudder.” To my amusement the other children followed suit and she was now “muddered” by all the Polydores.
“I am glad,” I remarked, “that they scorn to include me in their adoption. I wouldn’t fancy being ‘faddered’ by the Polydores.”
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“You won’t be,” Ptolemy, appearing seemingly from nowhere, assured me. “We’ve named you stepdaddy.”
“If it be possible, Silvia,” I implored, “let this cup pass from me.”
“I am going down to the intelligence office today,” replied Silvia soothingly. “Diogenes is well enough to go home now, and I can run over there every evening and see that he is properly put to bed.”
I went down town feeling like a mule relieved of his pack.
When I came home that afternoon, I found Silvia sitting on the shaded porch serenely sewing. A Sabbath-like stillness pervaded. Not a Polydore in sight or sound.
“Oh!” I cried buoyantly. “The Polydores have been returned to their home station!”
“No,” she replied calmly. “They told me at the intelligence office that it would64be absolutely impossible to persuade, bribe, or hire a servant to assume the charge of the Polydore place.”
“I suppose,” I said glumly, “that Gladys gave the job a double cross. But will you please account for the phenomenon of the utter absence of Polydores at the present period? Has Huldah at last carried out her oft-repeated threat of exterminating the Polydore race?”
“Pythagoras,” explained Silvia dejectedly, “has gone to the doctor’s. He broke his wrist this morning. Diogenes is lost and Emerald has gone to look for him––”
“Oh, why hunt him up?” I remonstrated. “Maybe Emerald, too, will get lost or strayed or stolen.”
“Huldah,” continued Silvia, “has locked Demetrius in the cellar. I am unable to report on Ptolemy. Huldah is half sick, but she won’t go to bed. She said no beds65in Bedlamite for her. But I have a wonderful plan to suggest. There is relief in sight if you will consent.”
“I will consent to any committable crime on the calendar,” I assured her, “that will lead to the parting of the Polydore path from ours. Divulge.”
“We both need a change and rest. Today I heard of a most alluring, inexpensive, unfrequented resort called Hope Haven. Unfashionable, fine fishing, beautiful scenery, twelve miles from a railroad, and a stage stops there but once a day.”
“If there is such a place, we’ll go there at once, though why such an enticing spot should be unfrequented is beyond me. Do we leave the Polydores to their fate, or as a town charge?”
“We’ll leave them to Huldah. She offered to keep them here if we’d take the outing. She said she’d either give66them free rein or beat their brains out.”
“Then I see where the Polydores land in a juvenile jail, or else I return to defend Huldah for a charge of murder. We’ll take our departure by night––tomorrow night––and like the Arabs, or the Polydore parents, silently steal away.”
“Lucien,” said Silvia constrainedly, when we had arranged the details of our plan, “if you wouldn’t object too much, I should like to take Diogenes with us. He hasn’t missed his mother, but I really believe he’d be homesick without me.”
“Take him, of course,” I said. “He’s manageable away from the others. I plainly see you’ve formed the Polydore habit, and maybe a partial parting from the Polydores would be wiser, but we’ll take Diogenes as an antidote against too perfect a time. But I forgot to tell you that I had a letter from Rob today.67He plans to come and make his visit now and will arrive next Monday. I’ll write him to join us at Hope Haven. You must write down again for me the route we take to get there.”
Silvia laughed hopelessly.
“It never rains but it pours. I had a letter from Beth this afternoon, and she says she would like to come to us now. She arrives Monday. Here is her letter.”
“Great minds! It is quite a coincidence,” I declared.
“I thought it would be so nice to have Beth go with us to this resort.”
“It can’t be done,” I said. “That is, they can’t both go. I am not going to let even Rob Rossiter slight my sister.”
“Still it would be a triumph to have her change his mind––or his heart. You know a woman-hater always succumbs to the right girl.”
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“In books, yes!”
I had been scanning Beth’s letter and I laughed derisively as I read aloud: “‘I am so curious to see those next-door children. When you first wrote of the “Polydores” I never once thought of them as children.’”
“She thought exactly right,” I told Silvia, and then continued reading: “‘I supposed them to be something like tadpoles or polliwogs. I really think I shall enjoy them.’”
“It would serve her right,” I said, “to let her come and stay with them here in our absence. She’d get the cure for enjoyment all right. Rob wrote of them in the same strain and says he, too, is curious to meet the missing links.”
“Does she know,” asked Silvia, “how Rob regards women?”
“No; I’ve always made some excuse to her for not having them meet. I didn’t69want to hear her make disparaging remarks about him, and she is such a flirt, she’d try to draw him out and he would shut up like a clam.”
“Well, I think,” decided Silvia, “that the best way out of it is to write Rob to postpone his visit and I will write Beth to come direct to Hope Haven.”
“Yes,” I agreed, “that will be fine. She shall have charge of dear little Di and study the evolutions of the Polydores later.”
I approved this plan. So we wrote our letters and stealthily, but joyously, prepared for our getaway, leaving the house like thieves in the night and bearing the sleeping cherub, Diogenes.
Silvia sighed in relief when we were aboard the train.
“I feel quite chesty,” she declared, “at being smart enough to outwit Ptolemy, the wizard.”
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“I have the feeling,” I observed forebodingly, “that they may be on the train or underneath it.”
The next morning we reached Windy Creek, the station nearest our destination, and continued our journey by stage.
“People will think you have consoled yourself very speedily for the death of your first husband,” I observed, as we were en route.
“Why, what do you mean, Lucien?”
“You know Diogenes addresses me as stepdaddy. It is the only word he speaks plainly.”
“Oh!” she exclaimed in perturbation, “I never thought of that! Well, we can explain to everyone, or I’ll teach them to leave off the ‘step.’”
“Not on your life!” I demurred.
“He had better call you Lucien, then. Emerald calls his father ‘Felix.’”
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She at once began her tutelage of the bewildered Diogenes. After several stabs at pronouncing Lucien he managed to evolve “Ocean” to which he sometimes affixed “step” so that people to whom he was not explained doubtless thought me the latest thing in dances.
Hope Haven was like most resorts––a place safe to shun. There was a low, flat stretch of woods in which a clearing had been made for a barn-like structure called a hotel, with rooms rough and not always ready. The beautiful recreation grounds mentioned in the advertising matter consisted of a plowed field worked over into a space designated as a tennis court and a grass-grown croquet ground.
“Anyway,” claimed Silvia hopefully, “it’s a treat to see woods, water, and sky unconfined.”
She devoted the remainder of the morning72to unpacking and after luncheon set off to explore the woods, borrowing from the landlady a little cart for Diogenes to ride in. My plan to go in swimming was delayed by my garrulous landlord.
I was just starting for the lake when I heard sounds from the woods that alarmed the landlord but which I instantly recognized as the Polydore yell. A moment later I saw Silvia emerging at full speed into the open, drawing the cart in which Diogenes was doubled up like a jackknife. I hastened to meet them.
“Oh, Lucien,” exclaimed my wife tearfully, “we are bitten to bits! Just look at poor little Di!”
I lifted the howling child from the cart. His face, neck, and hands were stringy and purplish––a cross between an eggplant and a round steak.
“Mosquitoes!” explained Silvia. “They73came in flocks and they advertised particularly ‘no mosquitoes.’”
A dour-faced guest paused in passing.
“There aren’t––many,” she declared. “Very few, in fact, compared to the number of black flies, sand fleas, and jiggers. However, you’ll find more discomfort from the poison ivy, I imagine.”
“Lucien,” began Silvia in lament.
“Never mind!” I hastened to console, “you are out of the woods now, and you won’t have to go in again. I presume they have an antidote up at the house. I’ll give you and Diogenes first aid and then we will all go down to the lake shore. You can both sit on the dock and watch me swim.”
They both brightened up, and when we reached the hotel the landlady provided a soothing lotion for the bites and stings.
By the time we had started for the lake,74the afflicted two were in holiday spirit again.
I sought cover in a small shed called a bath-house and got into my swimming outfit and shot out from the dipping end of the diving-board into the water. When I came to the surface, Silvia, sitting beside Diogenes on the dock, shrieked wildly.
“Oh, Lucien, there are snakes all around you! Come out, quick!”
“They are only water snakes,” I assured her.
“I don’t care what kind they are. They are snakes just the same.”
Diogenes instantly began to bellow for me to hand him a snake to play with.
“He recognizes his own,” I told Silvia, who, however, saw nothing amusing in my implication.
When I came out of the water, the temperature had climbed several degrees and75we were glad to seek the hotel parlor, which was cool and damp.
After dinner Silvia put Diogenes to bed and we sat out on the veranda. I was enjoying my evening smoke and the feel of the night wind in my face. Silvia had just finished telling me that merely to be away from the Polydores was Paradise enough for her, and that she didn’t care very much about the woods, anyway––the lake was sufficient, when her optimism was rudely jolted by the shrill, shudder-sending song of the festive mosquito.
She fled into the parlor. The landlady, who seemed to have a panacea for all ills, suggested that she might tack mosquito netting around the little balcony extending from our bedroom, and then she could sit there in comfort when the mosquitoes bothered.
“That’s what the last lady that had that76room did,” she said, “but when she left, she took the netting with her. We keep a supply in our little store.”
Silvia immediately sought the hotel store and bought a quantity of the netting and a goodly stock of the mosquito lotion.
That night as I was drifting into slumber, Silvia remarked: “Only one of the things I heard and read about this place is true.”
“Which one?” I asked between winks.
“That it was unfrequented. I have seen only three guests besides us so far. How do they make it pay?”
“The hotel is evidently only a side issue,” I replied.
“To what?”
“To the store. Think of the quantities of lotion and netting they must sell in the season, which, you must know, is in the fall. The hunting, the landlord tells me, is77very good, and his hotel is quite popular in October and November.”
“I think we had better stay, Lucien. Mosquitoes don’t poison you.”
“Even if they did,” I declared, “as a choice between them and the Polydores I would say, ‘Oh, Mosquito, where is thy sting?’”
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Chapter VIA Flirt and a Woman-Hater
The next morning I arose early and screened in the little birdhouse balcony. There was a large piece of netting left and Silvia converted it into a robe and headgear for the swaddling of Diogenes.
“He looks like the Bride of Lammermoor,” I declared, as he went forth in this regalia.
“Well, that’s preferable to looking like a pest-house patient, as he did yesterday.”
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His first-aid costume didn’t find favor with the landlady, as it would seem indicative to the newly arrived of the features of the place. However, before another stage-coming was due, Di had rent his garment sufficiently to make it useless is a “skeeter skirt.”
During the morning I enjoyed my solitary swim with the snakes. Diogenes played football with the croquet balls and bruised one of his toes, besides hitting the landlady’s child in the eye. Silvia went for a walk which had been pictured in the advertisements. She speedily returned, her ardor dampened.
“There are so many sticks and stones and rocks,” she said in a discouraged tone, “that there was no pleasure in walking. I nearly sprained my ankle.”
“Well, the real sport we haven’t tried yet,” I said. “We’ll get a boat and take80Diogenes and go for a row on the lake.”
This proposition met with instant favor. I put Silvia and Diogenes in the stern of the boat and pulled for the opposite shore. My endeavors to gain this point were balked by Silvia’s remarkable conceptions of the art of steering craft. She was so serenely satisfied, however, with the way she performed her duties and the aid she thought she was giving me, that I forbore to criticize.
In order to achieve a few strokes in the right direction, I asked her to get me a cigar from an inside pocket of my coat, which was on the seat in front of her. Then came the blight to our bliss. She looked in the wrong pocket and instead of producing a cigar, she extracted two letters with seals unbroken.
81“Lucien Wade!” she gasped. “Here are our letters to Beth and Rob.”
“Lucien Wade!” she gasped. “Here are our letters to Beth and Rob.”
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“Lucien Wade!” she gasped. “Here are our letters to Beth and Rob. Well, it is my fault. I should have known better than to give them to you.”
“The plot thickens,” I replied thoughtfully.
“This is Monday. They must both be at the house now. What will they think!”
“They will think we didn’t receive their letters.”
“Isn’t it unfortunate––” she began.
“No,” I replied. “I am not sure but what it is a good thing. It will give Rob a jolt to see that girls can be as nice as Beth is, and as for her, she is quite able to take care of the situation where a man is concerned.”
“But we must have Beth here. Maybe you’d better telegraph her.”
“Huldah understands conditions. She will send Beth on here.”
The next morning we took Diogenes and went down the road to meet the stage. As84it came around the curve, we saw there were three passengers.
“Tolly!” cried Diogenes with an ecstatic whoop.
“Beth!” recognized Silvia.
“Rob!” I ejaculated.
The stage stopped to allow us to get in.
Mutual explanations followed. Ours were brief and substantiated by the documents in evidence.
“Now,” I said turning threateningly to Ptolemy, “what did you come here for?”
“To show them,” indicating Beth and Rob, “how to get here and to look after Di so you and mudder could enjoy your vacation,” he replied glibly.
Beth laughed mirthfully.
“Check! Lucien.”
“Didn’t Huldah warn you,” I asked her, “that our whereabouts were to remain unknown?”
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“Ptolemy,” she replied, “is evidently a mind reader, for he told me where you were before I saw Huldah.”
“Why, Ptolemy, how did you know where we were?” asked Silvia.
“I was on top of the porch when you told stepdaddy about coming. I didn’t tell the others. I won’t bother you any. And I know how to look after Di. You won’t send me back, mudder,” he pleaded, looking wistfully at the foam-crested water of the little lake.
I wondered mutely if Silvia could resist the appeal in the eyes of the neglected boy when he turned his imploring gaze to hers, and the delight depicted in Diogenes’ eyes at “Tolly’s” arrival. She could not.
“You may stay as long as we do,” she said slowly, “if you are a good boy and will not play too rough with Diogenes.”
We had reached the hotel by this time,86and with a wild “ki yi” Ptolemy dashed for the shore, dragging the delighted Diogenes with him.
“It’s only fair to Huldah to take one more off her hands,” Silvia said apologetically.
“Them Three is what bothers me,” I complained. “If they, too, follow after, Heaven help them! I won’t.”
“It’s a good arrangement all around,” declared Rob. “I judge it takes a Polydore to understand his ilk, so the kids can pair off together. Miss Wade will be company for you, while Lucien and I go fishing.”
He looked keenly at Beth as he spoke, but Beth was looking demurely down and made no sign of having heard him.
Silvia and I went with Beth to her room, and then she told her story.
“Knowing Lucien’s failing, I was not surprised at receiving no response to my87letter. When I got out of the cab in front of your house, a wild-looking boy, very bas-relief as to eyes, and who I felt sure must be Ptolemy of the Polydores, appeared. As soon as he saw me he gave utterance to a blood-curdling yell of––‘Here she is!’
“In response to his call three of his understudies came on with headlong greeting.
“‘You are Beth, aren’t you?’ Ptolemy asked me. Then he drew me aside and in mysterious whispers told me where you were and that you had written me to join you here. He added that stepdaddy never remembered to mail letters. I went within and interviewed Huldah who confirmed his information.
“Presently I saw a taxi stop before the house.
“‘That’s him!’ exclaimed Ptolemy.
“‘Him who?’ I asked.
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“‘Rob somebody––stepdaddy’s college chum. He wrote he was coming, and they thought they had postponed him.’
“With a sprint of speed the four Polydores surrounded your Mr. Rossiter, all talking at once. I came to the rescue, of course, and explained the situation, and we decided to follow you.
“Ptolemy was promoter for the trip and suggested the advisability of his accompanying us as courier and future nursemaid to Diogenes. He was intending to come anyway, but thought he’d wait for us. He had all his belongings packed.”
“He hasn’t many except those he had on,” said Silvia thoughtfully.
“He has some swimming trunks, two collars, two shirts, some mismated socks, homemade fishing tackle and a battered baseball bat. We came away surreptitiously to escape detection by the trio left89behind. I knew you wouldn’t welcome his presence––but he said he was coming anyway, so we thought we might as well bring him and express him back.”
After visiting with Beth for a few moments, Silvia and I withdrew to talk matters over confidentially.
“All’s well that ends well,” I quoth.
“It hasn’t ended yet,” reminded Silvia. “I trust Ptolemy didn’t reveal what you said about Rob’s being a woman-hater and Beth a flirt.”
Ptolemy conveniently appeared just then, as he generally did in the midst of private interviews. Silvia asked him if he had repeated those remarks to Beth or Rob.
“Why, no,” he said. “I knew you didn’t want her to know, because stepdaddy said so, and I thought he wouldn’t like to be called that, and I wasn’t going to give Beth away to him.”