Two Little Women on a Holiday by Carolyn Wells (popular romance novels .txt) 📖
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“But,” said Dotty, her dark eyes brilliant with the excitement of the occasion, “I’m not always sure as to what is proper. I want to do just what is right. Is it correct for us to go about alone, in your big motor, with your chauffeur? Can we go to the art galleries and the shops alone?”
“Bless my soul! I don’t know.” The big man looked absolutely helpless. “Surely you must know such things yourselves. What do your mothers let you do at home? Oh, well, if you’re uncertain, ask Mrs. Berry, she’ll know. She’s an all-round capable person, and she’ll know all the unwritten laws about chaperonage and such things. Do as she bids you.”
This was satisfactory, and Dotty began at once to make plans for the next day.
“Let’s go to the Metropolitan Museum first,” she said.
“All right,” chimed in Alicia, “we’ll go there in the morning, then. But tomorrow is Wednesday, and I want to go to a matinee in the afternoon. Can’t we, Uncle Jeff?”
“Of course you can. Tell Fenn, he’ll see about tickets for you. Just tell Mrs. Berry to see Fenn about it.”
“Oh,” sighed the outspoken Dotty, “it is just like Fairyland! Tell Fenn! Just as if Fenn were a magician!”
“He is,” said Mr. Forbes, smiling at her enthusiasm. “I couldn’t keep house without Fenn. He’s my right hand man for everything. You girls mustn’t claim too much of his time and attention, for I keep him on the jump most of the time myself.”
“Does your collection keep you so busy?” asked Dolly, whose secret longing was to see that same collection, which greatly interested her.
“Yes, indeed. There’s always work to be done in connection with it. I’ve a lot of new specimens just arrived to-day, awaiting classification and tabulation.”
After dinner they all returned to the drawing-room. Mr. Forbes seemed desirous of keeping up a general conversation, but it was hard to find a subject to interest him. He would talk a few moments, and then lapse into absentmindedness and almost forget the girls’ presence.
At times, he would get up from his chair, and stalk up and down the room, perhaps suddenly pausing in front of one of them, and asking a direct question.
“How old are you?” he asked abruptly of Alicia.
“Sixteen,” she replied. “I was sixteen last October.”
“You look like your mother at that age. She was my only sister. She has now been dead—”
“Ten years,” prompted Alicia. “I was a little child when she died.”
“And who looks after you now? Your father’s sister, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Uncle Jeff. My Aunt Nellie. But I’m at school, you know. I shall be there the next four years, I suppose.”
“Yes, yes, to be sure. Yes, yes, of course. And you, Bernice? You have no mother, either. But who looks after you?”
“I look after myself, Uncle. Father thinks there’s no necessity for me to have a chaperon in our little home town.”
“Not a chaperon, child, but you ought to have some one to guide and teach you.”
“Dad doesn’t think so. He says an American girl can take care of herself.”
“Maybe so, maybe so. It might be a good thing for you to go to school with Alicia.”
“It might be. But I like our High School at home, and we learn a lot there.”
“But not the same kind of learning. Do they teach you manners and general society instruction?”
“No,” said Bernice, smiling at thought of such things in connection with the Berwick school. “But my father thinks those things come naturally to girls of good families.”
“Maybe so, maybe so.” And then Mr. Forbes again walked up and down the long room, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.
Dolly and Dotty felt a little uncomfortable. They wanted to make themselves agreeable and entertaining, but their host seemed interested exclusively in his young relatives, and they hesitated lest they intrude.
As it neared ten o’clock, Mr. Forbes paused in his pacing of the room, bowed to each of the four in turn, and then saying, courteously, “I bid you goodnight,” he vanished into the hall.
Immediately Mrs. Berry entered. It seemed a relief to see her kind, smiling face after the uncertain phases of their eccentric host.
“Now you young people must go to bed,” the housekeeper said; “you’re tired,—or ought to be. Come along.”
Not at all unwillingly they followed her upstairs, and she looked after their comfort in most solicitous fashion.
After she had shown them how to ring the various bells to call the maids or to call her, in emergency, and had drawn their attention to the ice water in thermos bottles, and told them how to adjust the ventilators, she bade them goodnight and went away.
The rooms had a communicating door, and this Alicia promptly threw open and came through into the two D’s room.
“Oh, isn’t it all the greatest fun! And did you EVER see anything so crazy as Uncle Jeff? What he wants us here for, I don’t know! But it’s something,—and something especial. He never asked us here to amuse him! Of that I’m certain.”
“Not much he didn’t!” and Bernice followed Alicia, and perched on the edge of Dolly’s bed. “Isn’t he queer? I didn’t know he was so funny as he is. Did you, Alicia?”
“No; I haven’t seen him since I was a tiny mite. But he’s all right. He knows what he’s about and I don’t wonder he doesn’t want us bothering around if he’s busy.”
“I’d love to see his collection,” said Dolly. “I’m awfully interested in such things.”
“Oh, well, you’ll probably have a chance to see it while we’re here,” and Alicia began taking down her hair. “Now, girls, let’s get to bed, for I’m jolly well tired out. But I foresee these poky evenings right along, don’t you? We’ll have to cram a lot of fun into our days, if the evenings are to be spent watching an elderly gentleman stalking around thus.” And then Alicia gave a very good imitation of the way Mr. Forbes walked around. She didn’t ridicule him; she merely burlesqued his manner as he paused to speak to them in his funny, abrupt way.
“What are you, my dear?” she said, looking at Dolly. “Are you a specimen I can use in my collection? No? Are you a fashionable butterfly? I say, Bernice,” she suddenly broke off, “why was he so curious about the way we live at home, and who brings us up?”
“I don’t know; and anyway, he knew how long our mothers have been dead and who takes care of us. Why did he ask those things over and over?”
“I think he’s a bit absentminded. Half the time he was thinking of matters far removed from this charming quartette of bewitching beauties. Well, it’s up to us to make our own good time. I move we corral the big limousine for tomorrow morning and go in search of adventure.”
“To the Metropolitan?” suggested Dolly.
“Yes, if you like, though I’d rather go to the shops,” and Alicia gathered up her hairpins to depart. Her long light hair hung round her shoulders, and she pushed it back as she affectionately kissed Dolly and Dotty goodnight. “You are sure two darlings!” she said emphatically.
Four smiling, eager girls trooped down to breakfast the next morning, and found Mrs. Berry awaiting them. She presided at the table, and they learned that she would always do so at breakfast and luncheon, though she did not dine with them.
“Uncle Jeff says we may go to a matinee to-day,” said Alicia, delightedly. “Will you see about the tickets, Mrs. Berry? Uncle said Mr. Fenn would get them if you asked him to.”
“Yes, my dear. And what are your plans for the morning? Do you want the car?”
“Yes, indeed,” said Bernice.” We’re going to the Museum and I don’t know where else.”
“To the Library, if we have time,” suggested Dolly. “I want to see all the places of interest.”
“Places of interest never interest me,” declared Alicia. “I think they’re poky.”
“All right,” returned Dolly, good-naturedly, “I’ll go wherever you like.”
“Now, don’t be so ready to give in, Doll,” cautioned Bernice. “You have as much right to your way as Alicia has to hers.”
“No, I haven’t,” and Dolly smiled brightly; this is the house of Alicia’s uncle, and not mine.”
“Well, he’s my uncle, too, and what I say goes, as much as Alicia’s commands.”
“There, there, girls, don’t quarrel,” said Mrs. Berry, in her amiable way. “Surely you can all be suited. There are two cars, you know, and if you each want to go in a different direction, I’ll call taxicabs for you.”
Dolly and Dotty stared at this new lavishness, and Dotty said, quickly, “Oh, no, don’t do that! We all want to be together, wherever we go. And I think, as Dolly does, that Bernice and Alicia must choose, for they belong here and we’re guests.”
“You’re two mighty well-behaved little guests,” and Mrs. Berry beamed at them. “Well, settle it among yourselves. Now, what matinee do you want to go to? I’ll order tickets for you.”
“Will you go with us, Mrs. Berry?” asked Dolly.
“No, child. I hope you’ll let me off. You girls are old enough to go alone in the daytime, and Kirke will take you and come to fetch you home. Now, what play?”
“I want to see ‘The Lass and the Lascar’; that’s a jolly thing, I hear,” said Alicia, as no one else suggested anything.
“Musical?” asked Bernice.
“Yes,” said Mrs. Berry, “it’s a comic opera, and a very good one. I’ve seen it, and I’m sure you girls will enjoy it. I’ll order seats for that. Be sure to be home for luncheon promptly at one, so you can get ready for the theatre.”
“I can’t believe it all,” whispered Dotty, pinching Dolly’s arm, as they ran upstairs to prepare for their morning’s trip. “Think of our going to all these places in one day!”
“And six days more to come!” added Dolly. “Oh, it is too gorgeous!”
Arrayed in warm coats and furs, the laughing quartette got into the big car, and George, the polite footman, adjusted the robes, and asked their destination.
“To the Metropolitan Museum, first,” said Alicia, unselfishly.
“Oh,” cried Dolly, with sparkling eyes, “are we really going there first! How good of you, Alicia!”
And from the moment they entered the vestibule of the great museum, Dolly was enthralled with what she saw. Like one in a trance, she walked from room to room, drinking in the beauty or strangeness of the exhibits. She ignored the catalogues, merely gazing at the pictures or curios with an absorbed attention that made her oblivious to all else.
“Watch her,” said Alicia, nudging Dotty. “She doesn’t even know where she is! Just now, she’s back in Assyria with the people that wore that old jewellery!”
Sure enough Dolly was staring into a case of antique bracelets and earrings of gold and jewels. She moved along the length of the case, noting each piece, and fairly sighing with admiration and wonder.
“My gracious! isn’t she the antiquarian!” exclaimed Alicia. “Look here, old Professor Wiseacre, what dynasty does this junk belong to?”
Dolly looked up with a vacant stare.
“Come back to earth!” cried Alicia, shaking with laughter. “Come back to the twentieth century! We mourn our loss!”
“Yes, come back, Dollums,” said Dotty. “There are other rooms full of stuff awaiting your approval.”
Dolly laughed. “Oh, you girls don’t appreciate What you’re seeing. Just think! Women wore these very things! Real, live women!”
“Well, they’re not alive now,” said Bernice,
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