LEAVE IT TO DORIS 'I was laughing at you" LEAVE IT TO DORIS BY ETHEL HUESTON AUTHOR OF PRUDENCE OF THE PARSONAGE, PRUDENCE SAYS SO, ETC. ILLUSTRATED BY W. B. KING NEW YORK GROSSET &DUNLAP PUBLIS HERS Made in the United State* of America COPYRIGHT 1919 THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY Printed in the United States of America To MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS Who with me learned the secret of riotously happy living even in parsonage confines CONTENTS CHAPTER PAG! I THE GENERAL . . . , . 1 II THE PROBLEM . .... 27 III THE IMP ...... 50 IV THE BLESSING 69 V THE WILL . . , '..' . 100 VI THE SERPENT ..... 117 VII DISCIPLINE . . . . . . 133 VIII THE BISHOP 14$ IX THE RUNAWAYS 165- X MR. WIZARD . . . . . .191 XI THE PHILOSOPHER ..... 208 XII FINDING THE PATH 227 XIII ROSALIE'S WAY 24S XIV THE DOCTOR 261 XV RISING TO THE MANSE 274 LEAVE IT TO DORIS LEAVE IT TO DORIS CHAPTER I THE GENERAL THE Reverend Mr. Artman paced soberly up and down the small living-room of his manse, as every one called the parsonage. His eyes were clouded. The lines at the corners of his kindly lips were sternly set. Now and then he glanced toward the bay-window where Doris sat, untroubled, serene, her dainty fingers cleverly transforming huge rents in small garments into triumphs of patchery. The wind, coming softly through the peach trees outside the windows, loosened tiny tendrils of hair that curled tenderly about her rosy ears. Mr. Artman sighed drearily. Doris, unperturbed, continued her darning, but bright lights were dancing in her blue eyes. "Hay, ho," drawled Mr. Artman suggestively. 1 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Isn't it lovely and cool to-day, father?" queried his daughter sweetly. Without answering, he walked abruptly to the kitchen door, peering anxiously into the room beyond, and closed it cautiously. The General puckered her lips earnestly over a too-small scrap of cloth vainly coping with a too-large rent. Her father went to the door opening upon the porch, and closed it also. Then he walked slowly up toward his daughter, opening his lips as though on the verge of confidence. But he turned once more, and resumed his restless pacing. Then Doris dropped the darning into the basket beside her and faced her father. "Father," and the voice, though soft, was im- perious. He started guiltily, and flushed. "Come and sit down," she commanded. "If you do not speak up instantly and tell me what is on your mind I shall jump up and down and scream. You make me so nervous when you squirm around that way. What ever in the world is the matter with you?" 2 THE GENERAL Her father quickly dumped the mending basket and its contents upon the floor, with masculine and ministerial lack of regard for things do- mestic, and appropriated the chair, drawing it close to his daughter's side. "Hurry, hurry," came the gentle authoritative voice. "I have oceans to do. What is it?" "Well, it is Why, nothing special, child, what made you think " "You haven't gone and proposed to Miss Carl- ton, have you?" she gasped. "No, thank Heaven," came the fervent answer. "Careful, father. You mean it devoutly, I am sure, but Providence might mistake it for irrev- erence. Providence does not know Miss Carlton as we do, you know. Don't be afraid to tell me then nothing else could be so terribly bad." "Well, dearest, I was just wondering if don't you think, perhaps if I help a lot, and see that the girls do their share don't you think we could get along without Miss Carlton this year?" The General considered, her curly head cocked on one side, her brows knitted. 3 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "I wanted to take charge right after mother died but you were not willing." "You were too young then, and still in school." "Aren't you satisfied with Miss Carlton's ;work?" she asked slyly. "Her work has nothing to Yes, of course I am, dear. And she is a good woman, very good. And has been a great help to us the last three years, at a very reasonable salary." "I have done most of the work myself, but you do not believe it," said Doris. "Yes, of course you have, dear. And the Prob- lem is quite old now, and between the two of you between the three of us, I mean ** "You mean, between me," said Doris frankly. "Your intentions are the best in the world, father darling, but if you ever broke into the kitchen you would very likely wipe dishes on sermon manuscripts very good manuscripts, perhaps, but you can't practise on the dishes the Endeavor paid forty dollars for. And the Prob- lem! But as you say, between me, I think per- haps I could get along without Miss Carlton 4 THE GENERAL nicely. She is rather hard to evade, isn't she, dearest?" Her father flushed boyishly. "I am sure, Doris" "Yes, indeed, dear, so am I," she interrupted sweetly. "And I am truly proud that you have withstood so long. Stronger men than you have fallen in less persistent sieges. You have done well. But I hope you will remember that I have been praying right along that you might be given strength equal to the conquest, so don't take too much credit yourself." "Well, I suppose the poor thing really can't help" "Oh, no, belovedest, of course she can't help it. Only I haven't noticed any married women finding you so irresistibly handsome, and fasci- nating, and all that, have you? At least, they don't come telling you about it to your face." Then at his guilty face she laughed, and snug- gled on his knee, kissing his chin adoringly. "You are a dear sweet darling love," she said, "and I will do my best to make you comfortable, 5 LEAVE IT TO DORIS and keep the manse on four legs, or four wheels, or four what is it a manse runs on, anyhow?" "Four girls," he said, laughing. "Mine does, anyhow." "Er, father, when will you break it to Miss Carlton?" He sighed heavily. "Why, General, I supposed I thought maybe it would be better for you just to tell her you are old enough to take charge yourself now, and I think she would take it better from you." "Oh, father, what a coward you are," she said sadly. "You call me General, and I know I rule you with a rod of iron, but I haven't much back- bone in my army, I am sure of Jiat. Well, then, I will break it to Miss Carlton." She looked thoughtfully out at the branches swaying lazily in the warm wind. "I wonder how the Problem will take it? She is so likely to object, you know." He cleared his throat anxiously. "Oh, you can fix it up with her some way." "I am to do that, too, am I ?" laughed the Gen- eral. "You'd better look up that epistle about the 6 THE GENERAL armof, father. You need a breastplate, and a steel helmet, and a sword of faith and quite a lot of things. Run along then, dearest, and don't bother me. Miss Carlton will be here in a few minutes, and I must prepare my campaign." Mr. Artman reached hastily for his hat. "I I think I shall go down-town a while I need some fresh air That mean little headache again, you know and I must see Mr. James. Pretty sick man. I may not be home for dinner to-night. Don't sit up for me and don't let any- body else." "A good thing we have a sick member, isn't it?" she teased. "You aren't going to get home until the storm is over, are you?" She shook her curls at him reprovingly. "Such a good, sweet, faithful preacher you are and such an awful coward when it comes to us women." "I tell you, Doris," he said sturdily, "I think it would be easier to face a den of lions, or a howling mob of I. W. W.'s, or any number of or- dinary sinners, than one Christian woman when she wants she makes up her mind I mean "" 7 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "You mean, when she is getting you ready to propose to her, I suppose. I do not blame you, father. Fly, here she comes. Scoot out the back door, and sneak through the barn. It will be over by morning. Run, you coward, run," she cried, shooing him gaily out the back door. Then she went back to the bay-window, and sat down with the mending, her pretty brows puckered. "Miss Carlton is wax in my hands," she thought. "But whatever in the world will Rosalie say? If one only knew what to expect, it would not be so serious. But nobody ever can predict how our lovely little old Problem of a Rosalie will take anything." "Still mending, dear Doris?" came a voice of studied sweetness from the doorway. "Yes, still at it. But I did not work all the time. I have been playing with father. He is such a tease." Miss Carlton looked around the wide room anxiously, hopefully. "He is gone now to see Mr. James, I think 8 THE GENERAL somebody sick, anyhow. I have been having a serious time with him, Miss Carlton." She dropped the mending and looked at the older, much older woman, with frank, straightforward, innocent eyes. "They call me General, but they never want to do as I say." "And what is our little General after now?" asked Miss Carlton, smiling. "Shall I help you get it? I do not think he will refuse it, if I ask.'* "Oh, you will be like every one else; you will say it is not advisable. But they do not call me General for nothing." Doris straightened her slender shoulders, and looked very domineering. "I have made up my mind. I shall have my way." "Wouldn't your father give in?" Miss Carl- ton's voice was mildly surprised. Father Artman withstood Doris very, very seldom indeed. "Oh, yes, he gave in, of course. That is, he says I shall try it. But I know he thinks I shall tire of it soon. He does not know me, does he? I never give up, do I ?" "Not very often, no," admitted Miss Carlton rather grimly. 9 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Come and sit down, dear, and let me tell you," said Doris eagerly. "I think it will make you happy too. I am twenty years old, and very, oh, tremendously mature, don't you think so?" "Well, perhaps," was the doubtful admission. "Yes, of course. And you know how hard up we preachers always are, and we have to econo- mize just fearfully, especially now the Problem is a junior in college and somehow it takes lots more clothes for her in college than it ever did for me. And you have been so wonderful to us all these three years, and such a help but now I feel that I am old enough and that it is my duty and my priceless opportunity to take charge of the family, and then you can go home again and be free to live your own life, and though you have never complained I know how happy it will make you." "No, indeed," came the quick protest. "I like it here. The salary is nothing extra, but you have done quite a lot of the work, you know. Oh, no indeed, little girl, you must not think of it. Why, it is just time for you to have your play days now 10 THE GENERAL your school is over, and we older ones can bear the burdens of life. You must not think of it." "But I have thought of it," said Doris sweetly. "And father promised I should try. And I am the General." "You have been planning all these years to go to Chicago and study, and become a missionary. You can not give up your life ambitions now." "I have changed them," said Doris. "Father wants me, and that is enough." "He won't let you change them for him." "Father is the most unselfish thing in the world, I know," smiled Doris. "But father has forgotten that I ever even thought of such a thing and since he wants me here, it is settled. I shall never think of it again." "You won't be happy " "Oh, Miss Carlton," said Doris, standing up suddenly, tall and straight. "You think I won't be happy staying where father wants me, and filling father's need ?" "But it would be wicked to deny the call to service as " 11 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "I wanted to be a missionary because it ap- pealed to me. But I hear no call but father's voice. If a message came from Heaven, the way would be changed for me. Right now, the path of service goes right smack into the manse, and I do not see it going out on the other side." Doris smiled winsomely. "Wait till I talk things over with your father he will see how absurd it is." "He promised. Father may have his faults, though I do not know what they are, but he al- ways keeps a promise." "He should not have promised until he dis- cussed things with me." "But, Miss Carlton, we are his family, you know. And I am the oldest daughter, and very grown up. You see how it is, don't you? Of course, I do not wish to hurry you off, but I know how anxious you must be to get home, and you need not feel you have to linger on my account. I haven't planned anything to do to- morrow, and can help you with your packing the jwhole day long." 12 THE GENERAL "I can do my own packing, thank you. And I shall do it immediately. Your father really con- sented to this arrangement, did he ?" "Oh, certainly he did. He sees himself that it is the proper thing* to do, and will save quite a little money, and goodness knows we need if. And then the responsibility will develop my char- acter, or or something." Miss Carlton flounched out of the room and up the stairs. Doris listened intently at the door. "She is not exactly happy about it, but I am. And father is. If I only knew what the Problem would think of it. I wish Miss Carlton would go right straight away she is angry enough to do it. Then I could tackle the Problem alone, and it would be too late to undo." She shut her eyes very tightly and murmured, softly, unintelligibly beneath her breath. "Now; to make doubly sure, I shall go and concentrate. Every one says you get things if you concentrate hard enough." She listened once more at the door that led into the hall. Miss Carlton was undoubtedly throwing 13 LEAVE IT TO DORIS her possessions violently and untenderly into her bags and trunk. "Concentration won't hurt, for when she re- tnembers how handsome father is she may change her mind," said the General soberly. So she slipped back to the bay-window, and bent all her energies, and all the force of her strong young will to the task of concentration. A little later she heard Miss Carlton at the up- stairs branch of the telephone, and though she would not dream of listening to a telephonic con- versation, she did saunter carelessly to the hall or and so overheard Miss Carlton giving a hur- ried order for an expressman. "Providence and concentration togethef are really irresistible," she smiled to herself. "I sup- pose, after all, I could have gotten along with- out the concentration, but in a crisis like this I thought it would not hurt to try everything." She went demurely back to her mending, and, after a while the expressman came and took away the trunk and bags, and finally Miss Carl- ton came to her. 14 THE GENERAL "I am going home right now, Doris," she said, "but I do not regard this as final. We shall say I am going for a visit. And when you want me to come back, just telephone. After all, I think it is a good move. Your father will soon find out what a difference I made in the home. He will be the first to want me back." She smiled without resentment. "So I quite agree with you, little General. This just suits my purpose, and I shall stay at home until some one comes after me." "I know we are going to miss you," cried Doris sincerely. "You have always been kind to us, and we have never been able to pay you half what you deserved. And if we find we can't get along, and you are willing, we shall have you back in a hurry. But I am going to try, and I never yield until I have to." So Doris paid Miss Carlton the modest sum due her and the two parted with cordiality, Miss Carlton leaving friendly messages for the other members of the household. As soon as she was quite out of sight, Doris flew to the kitchen. 15 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Even the Problem is amenable to a good meal," she said. "She shall have delicious cream gravy the little glutton and pear preserves, and apple dumplings." So eagerly and so passionately did she devote her energies to the task that she did not hear the door open behind her, and never knew her sister was at her elbow until a soft ripply voice said suddenly : "Well, Mr. General, is mess nearly ready for us?" "Oh, Rosalie," cried Doris, flinging floury arms about the girl at her side. "Oh, you dear little darling, I am so glad you came." "Why so mushy?" demanded Rosalie in a voice so soft and gurgling and throaty it made one think of tinkling waterfalls, and silver moon- shine, and irresistible dimples. "Don't I always come ? Why all the exclamations at me ?" "Because I love you, and because I am happy, and because you scoot to the phone, will you, and call up Mr. James' residence and tell father 16 THE GENERAL I want him to come home to dinner to-night with- out fail, for very extra special reasons apple dumplings, but you needn't tell him over the phone and hurry, dear, before he leaves there.". The General looked soberly after her sister as she danced lightly out of the kitchen. Rosalie was quite too terribly lovely for anything that was really what made her such a Problem. And her eyes were full of dazzling witching lights, and dangerous dark shadows, her lips were rosy, pouty, tempting lips, her skin was a pearly pink and white, and her voice melting melody. "She is Problem enough now what will she be a little later on?" thought the General anx- iously as she took a loving look at her dumplings. "Where is Miss Carlton?" asked Rosalie, re- turning promptly. "Father says he will come immediately. Aren't the girls home yet? I sup- pose I must set the table then. I think you should speak to them, Doris they are never here when you want them. Where is Miss Carlton? Won't she be here for dinner?" 17 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "No, not" "Goody! Doris, do you think she has her eye on father?" "Why, Rosalie, whatever put such a notion as that into your head?" Doris was all wide-eyed astonishment. "Well, perhaps it is not nice of me to mention it, but she is always tagging him about, and tell- ing him how clever he is, and she is always say- ing how much we need a mother Oh, she's all right, of course not my type at all, but I am glad she won't be home for dinner. Doris, will you ask father if we may go to the Country Club da party next week? They may dance, but we won't have to. I could do it though as easy as not. This is the first time they have asked us to a strictly town affair, and we just have to go. This is the way they dance that new step the girls are raving about. See? Three steps this way, one, two, three; one, two, three; hippity hip" "Rosalie!" gasped Doris. "Wherever did you learn that?" 18 THE GENERAL "Amy taught me. She takes regular dancing lessons from a man, a dollar a lesson, and then she teaches me. It is just like gym, you know, only at a dance there are men. Miss Graham says I am very graceful, and with my slender ankles 'and high insteps I would look lovely in dancing slippers. Now, Doris, don't be horrified, I am not going to dance. But you tell father we are invited, and You sit out the dances, you know, if you are a preacher and can't dance and you get behind a big fern, and the men tell you how lovely you are, and how much nicer it is to sit out with you than to go stumbling around over other girls' toes, getting their collars all sweated out, and how sweet and cool you look, and " "Rosalie!" "They do not mean it, Doris, they just talk that way. And I know they do not mean it, so it does me no harm. And it is lots of fun. They all do it." "They do not talk that way to me," said Doris virtuously. "No, you do not give them a chance. If a man 19 LEAVE IT TO DORIS says you have beautiful blue eyes, you look him straight in the face and say, 'Yes, thank goodness, I need something to make up for my pug nose.' That is no way to talk to a man. You ought to drop your lashes like this, and then look up sud- denly, and away again quickly, and laugh a little and say, 'Oh, you talk that way to every one you do not mean it,' and then they say you are the only girl in the world " "Rosalie Artman, I think you are perfectly ter- rible. Where in the world do you learn all that silly stuff?" "I do not learn it," laughed Rosalie. "I do not have to. It was born in me. I sort of breathe it. Tra, la, la, lalala. I can do a toe dance, Doris. I will teach you. Does father go to the Sessions to-night ? Then we will have a lesson while he is gone. Oh, there come " "Rosalie, I want to ask you Don't you think we ought to get along without Miss Carlton now ? She is so sort of prim, and bossy and it costs eighteen dollars a month and if we do you can have nicer clothes, you know." 20 THE GENERAL "Wouldn't be proper," said Rosalie lightly. "Beautiful girls must be properly guarded. And besides, I would have to do more work, and I don't like to work." "Father is proper enough for anybody," said Doris with spirit. "And I do all of the work anyhow." "Could I have a regular evening dress, V in the back and no sleeves ?" demanded Rosalie with glittering eyes. "Isn't it funny, the less there is to a dress, the more there is to the cost ? All the girls have evening dresses, and I have the nicest shoulders in the whole gym. But Miss Carlton would never go. You couldn't fire her off." "Who is the General?" demanded Doris loftily. "If I say go, she goes in a hurry." Rosalie looked up quickly. "You bad General, she is gone already, isn't she?" "Yes ; do you mind ?" "Are you sure father won't go trotting after her, and marry her on the sly ?" Doris lifted horrified eyes skyward. 21 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Well, I am sure I do not care. I think I am rather glad. Whenever I got my dates mixed, and had two or three callers at once, she was always shocked. She said the boys didn't act that way when she was a girl. I rather suppose they didn't. But what Miss Carlton was and what I am are two remotely different things. Why, you would hardly believe we are both feminine, would you?" "No," said Doris honestly. "One can't think of any two things more different. You are such a such " "Problem," laughed Rosalie. "Don't I know it? Well, you can not solve me, Doris, so don't try. But I am just like those horrible trigonom- etry nightmares you can't figure them out to- save your life, but they are quite perfectly all right in spite of you." Doris turned to give her sister a warm adoring look. "I know that," she said happily. "Only, however in the world you manage to say such wonderful things with your eyes, Rosalie I've tried and tried alone, of course," she added 22 THE GENERAL hastily. "I wouldn't before people for anything. But I can't take people's breath away as you do," Rosalie's voice rippled into mellow laughter. "You will learn. No, you never will, Doris. You will fall in love, and marry a perfectly adorable man, and have perfectly wonderful babies, and be as happy as the day is long. And I will fritter along and sparkle along, and have a hundred beaus, and Miss Carlton and I will finish up to- gether. There come those bad girls. Now you just scold them, General. Don't you stand for this nonsense any more. Why, I have had to set the table every night for a week." The younger sisters came into the room to- gether, as they went everywhere together. They were very nearly of the same height, though one was two years older. "Are you tired, Treasure?" asked Doris quickly. "I haven't done anything but laugh all after- noon," came the answer. "Why should I be tired?" Doris looked tenderly from the face of one 23 LEAVE IT TO DORIS little sister to the other. Treasure's eyes were clear, serene and limpid. Her delicately tinted olive face was fine and spiritual. And right by her side stood Zee, the baby of the manse, thir- teen years old, dark curls a-tangle, dark eyes a-sparkle, red cheeks aglow. "Oh, you little Imp!" cried Rosalie. "You look just awful." "I do not think so," said Treasure quickly. "She looks lovely all blown about like that." Zee laughed at them both with charming un- concern. "Do I have to brush myself down be- fore dinner?" she demanded, edging toward her corner of the table. "Indeed you do; wash down, and brush down, and rub down, and do it quickly, for here comes father." Zee obediently skipped up the stairs, and Rosa- lie ran to the hall to greet her father. "And how is the Blessing of the Manse?" he asked, crossing the room, with Rosalie still cling- ing to his arm, to look tenderly into Treasure's soft fine face. 24 THE GENERAL "Perfectly all right," came the even answer. "But not very healthy," put in Zee slyly, com- ing back in haste. "Didn't I do a quick job, General? Treasure is all right, but not very healthy. That is why she is a blessing. Haven't you noticed, Rosalie, that blessings are very, very frail? Maybe if I looked sickish you would call me a blessing, too ?" "Is she gone, General?" came the anxious whisper as the father drew near his oldest daugh- ter. "And how did the Problem take it?" "Gone, father, and the Problem is glad of it we might have known she would be whatever we did not expect. Now I am the General in very truth, and supper is ready Zee, don't rush. Just a minute, dear, the pear preserves won't evapo- rate. You mustn't hurry father into the blessing." When the blessing had been asked on their food the father looked about the little round table, and his face was richly satisfied. "This is something like," he said, smiling into the faces of his four girls. "Yes, it is now," said Rosalie. "But you just 25 LEAVE IT TO DORIS wait till the General gets started. She will never let us slide along and be comfortable as Miss Carlton did. Wait till she has time to think up orders !" CHAPTER II THE PROBLEM "/^"^ENERAL, did you ask father if we may V I go to the Country Club da party?" asked Rosalie, in her most irresistibly wheedlesome tone. Doris looked very sober. "No, I didn't," she admitted slowly. "I am afraid we shouldn't, Rosalie. We haven't anything to wear, in the first place. It is a regular party, you know." "That is why I want to go. I am so tired of stupid little class affairs, and Endeavor socials. I want a regular, honest-to-goodness party. Please, Doris. Lots of our members belong to the Country Club. It is very respectable." "But they are not preachers, and we are. And we haven't any regular party clothes." "Use your eyes, my belovedest, and no one will notice your clothes. At least, the men won't," said Rosalie shrewdly. 27 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Rosalie, that positively is not nice. You mustn't do it." "All right, General, just as you say. But your graduating dress is very sweet and becoming, and I can wear my pink crepe. It is a little worn under the arms, but my eyes Anyhow, as you say, the men won't pay any attention to our clothes." "I did not say any such thing. How could we go, Rosalie? It is three miles out, and they go in cars we haven't one, and we can't have a taxi, and we couldn't go alone anyhow." "I never thought of that." Rosalie puzzled over it a moment. "I have it! Mr. and Mrs. Andrieson will go, of course. And they have their grand big car, and they like us very much, indeed." "They aren't members " "Oh, well, there are a few quite nice people that don't belong to us. And they are terribly proper, you know, and go everywhere." "But we can't ask to go with them." "Why, certainly not. We won't have to." 28 THE PROBLEM Rosalie got up slowly. "I think I feel like taking a stroll. I am restless to-day. I shall just saunter down Lawn Street, and maybe Mrs. Andrieson will be on her front porch. She always stops me, if she is in sight." "You must not ask her " "Oh, Doris, I never thought of such a thing. But she is sure to invite us to go with her when she knows we were asked. And so if father comes in while I am gone, you'd better have it out with him. There's a sweet little General." So nicely did Rosalie manage her meeting with Mrs. Andrieson that in less than an hour she was home with everything planned to her perfect sat- isfaction. Mrs. Andrieson was positively yearn- ing to take them to the Country Club it would be such fun to play chaperon to two pretty young girls. To Father Artman, one party was just like another in his innocent eyes there was no dif- ference between an Endeavor Social and a Coun- try Club da er, party except that he had never been to the latter in person. And so it was en- tirely settled that they were to go, long before 29 LEAVE IT TO DORIS the General herself was at all convinced as to the propriety of it. And when she found Rosalie before the long mirror in her room, with the soft bands of lace at the throat of the pink dress tucked carefully underneath and out of sight, permitting a quite generous exposure of soft white throat and shoulder, Doris knew for sure that it was a great mistake. "Rosalie Problematic Artman," she said sternly. "We shall not go a step if that is your plan." Rosalie looked tenderly at the pink shoulder. "Doesn't it look nice, Doris?" Reluctantly she restored the bands to their proper place. "I look like a silly little grammar-school kid. But that is what we get for being preachers. Never mind. I certainly have good shoulders if ever if ever " "If ever what?" "If ever I do get a chance at the outside of the ministry," she said blithely. "But, of course, father would faint at the bare idea, though it is not really low even with the bands turned under 30 THE PROBLEM nothing at all like the dresses other women wear." Even Doris had to laugh at the childish fair face and the childish soft voice of little Rosalie as she descanted on the matter of "other women." And Rosalie smiled good-naturedly. "Shall I teach you some of the new steps, Doris? Of course, you won't dance, but it will be more fun looking on if you know how it is done." Doris waved the pretty temptress away, but she laughed. On the night of the "regular party" she stood by with motherly solicitude while Rosalie piled her golden curls high on her head and drew little shining rings down low before her ears. "I suppose even we preachers can fix our hair in style," she said in the ripply unruffled voice. For regardless of the clash of circumstances with her personal opinions and wants, Rosalie seldom showed real annoyance. But she fingered the bands at the throat of her dress and glanced at Doris with speculating, shining eyes. 31 LEAVE IT TO DORIS The General, with her soft curls drooping ten- derly about her face, with her wide frank eyes, wearing a white dress cut on simple lines, seemed a nice and bashful child beside her younger sister, who stoutly decreed that eyes are a talent, given one for cultivation. When the Andriesons sounded their horn at the gate of the manse the girls ran down-stairs together, hand in hand. "How do we look, father ?" asked Doris, stand- ing before him, straight and slim. "Like a fresh white morning-glory," he said, kissing her. "And how do I look?" dimpled Rosalie, droop- ing her warm eyes behind long lashes, and smil- ing seductively. "Like an enchanted poppy tossing in the wind. Don't try to practise your blandishments on me, you little siren. Run along to your social, and be good girls, and don't you flirt, Miss Rosalie, or you'll have to go to an extra prayer-meeting next: week." Catching a hand of each, with Zee and Treas- 32 THE PROBLEM ure shouting in the rear, he ran down the steps with them and out the stone walk to the motor, whirring impatiently. Then the car rolled away, and the girls sauntered back to the house, their arms around their father. "Rosalie is going to have the time of her life, dadsy," said Zee wisely. "You mark my words. She wasn't practising those eyes on you for noth- ing." "Oh, Zee, give me a rest," he cried, laughing. "Rosalie has naughty eyes, I know, but there is a lot of regular sense behind those curly lashes." "Rosalie isn't going to let folks know it, though, unless she has to," said Zee, and the sub- ject was closed. But Doris soon realized that charming Mrs. Andrieson was no efficient chaperon for a butter- fly like Rosalie. For as she led the girls into the dressing-room at the club house, she said lightly : "Now toss the manse to the winds, my dears, and frolic like the regular buds you ought to be." "I am going to," chirped Rosalie. "I am going to frivol just as hard as ever I can." 33 LEAVE IT TO DORIS She asserted her independence without delay. "I can not go down there among all those even- ing gowns looking like this," she said. "Here, Mrs. Andrieson, can't we tuck these shoulder bands back a little?" "To be sure we can," agreed the chaperon, and laughing excitedly, she folded back the soft lace from Rosalie's pretty shoulders. "What a lovely throat you have, Rosalie. Can't we tuck it under a little more? That shoulder is too beautiful to waste." "That is plenty, thanks," cried Rosalie, laugh- ing nervously. "If it is too terribly awful, I won't do it, Doris," she said, looking directly at her sister. Doris returned the gaze with honest searching eyes. "It isn't too terribly bad, Rosalie. And it does look lovely and lots of our girls wear them much lower even at the socials but father " "Oh, father would never know the difference. An inch or so of skin is nothing to us preachers, you know." It was a lovely evening, in spite of Rosalie's 34 THE PROBLEM naughtiness. Doris was fascinated as she watched the lightly moving figures swaying so rhythmi- cally when the music said sway, and though she so many times had to say, "I am sorry, thank you, I do not dance," she was never left alone, and the hours were delightfully frittered with one and another of the men not Christian En- deavor men, who had to talk of church things when they talked with members of the manse but regular men, who went places, and did things, and had their names in the paper regular men who talked of things that interested them. And of course that would interest Doris, who all her life had been in training for interest in others' lives. Rosalie, after two or three painful refusals, clenched her slim white hands and ran to Doris. "General," she whispered hurriedly, "you may shoot me at sunrise if you like, but I tell you right now that I am going to dance, dance, dance the very toes off my slippers. Yes, sir; I am. And it will be worth a good big punishment. To stand here like a mummy and say, 'I can't' it is more 35 LEAVE IT TO DORIS than flesh and blood can stand my flesh and blood, anyhow." Doris was nothing if not honest, and she had to admit that Rosalie did seem almost predes- tined for that one-two-three-skippity-skip-skip business ! But the members Oh, of course, the members were doing it themselves, and Doris could see a deacon drinking something that Well, Doris knew they never served it at the En- deavor socials but things were so different with us preachers, so very different. And it would hurt father, that was the worst of it, and he was such a good dear old thing But Doris had to sympathize with Rosalie a little. Was it possible that Providence might have erred a tiny bit in putting such loveliness and such naughtiness and such adorable sweetness into the gentle environs of a manse? So intent was Doris upon the graceful figure of her winsome Problem that she did not see the man who had stopped at her side and was looking down with quizzical laughing eyes into her anxious face. 36 THE PROBLEM "My, such a lot of trouble," he said at last, and Doris looked up astonished. "Oh, I beg your pardon " "No occasion in the world. I was laughing at you, so I must do the apologizing. But I feel justified in laughing at you. This isn't any place to worry. This is a party. Is your sweetheart dancing too often and too tenderly with your lovely friend?" "I haven't any sweetheart," she said, laughing gaily at the notion. "It is my sister I am watch- ing. She is such a nice, naughty little thing." She pointed Rosalie out to him, not without pride, and flushed with pleasure when he com- mented warmly on her grace and beauty. "And how beautifully she dances." "Yes, she does, the little sinner. And a grand time we'll have in the morning, fixing things up with father." "Doesn't he allow you to dance ?" "He allows us to do anything," said Doris with loyal dignity. "But we do not do it. We are preachers." 3? LEAVE IT TO DORIS "What, all of you?" "Oh, no, just father, but the rest of us back him up, you know." "Well, since the naughty sister has involved the family in disgrace, why don't you support her, and have a good time yourself?" "I am having a perfectly wonderful time, thank you, but I haven't Rosalie's feet and eyes. I do not know how to dance, and I do not care to learn. Rosafie gets those things by instinct, but I have none. She is the butterfly of the manse, and one is plenty." Then looking into his face gravely, she said, "I am different. Rosalie is always running into excitement and adventure. I never did in my life. I went clear through college, and was never even thrilled. Rosalie has thrills a dozen times a day. Of course, I was busy. We had Miss Carlton, but I did most of the work, and there was the church, and I studied harder than Rosalie does I had to. She gets her lessons by instinct, too, I guess." "Then very plainly now is your time for play. If excitement does not come to you, go after it. 38 THE PROBLEM Look for your thrills. If you do, you will find them. If you do not stumble into romance, as your sister does, go and find it for yourself." She laughed brightly at that. "I do not know where to look. And if I ran" into- it, very likely I should pass it by unrecognized. Rosalie says men are the best thrillers, but they do not thrill me. She says I am too sensible sense and mystery go in opposite directions and never look back." She was studying him curiously. "I beg your pardon, but I do not recall your name. It is very stupid of me "Not at all. You met so many when you first came in. It is quite natural that you should for- get a few." Doris thought it was not natural to forget those kind quizzical eyes, and that kind teasing voice, but she did not say so. Instead she waited. No information was forthcoming. She laughed at him, wonderingly. "But I still do not know your name." "No? Then here is a bit of mystery for you. Who am I? Whence do I come? Why am I 39 LEAVE IT TO DORIS here? I am a stranger, but you will see me again." "You must be one of the new school-teachers or a professor in the college," she ventured, quite tingling with the bit of novelty new to her. "Yes ? Well, I am going to run away now and leave you to your chaperoning. But you must not forget me, little morning-glory." "Why, my father called me that just before I left the house." "There you see, I am a wizard. I can read your inmost thoughts. I " "I hope not," said Doris quickly. "Come and have an ice with me before I go." He led her through a quiet hallway to a corner of the wide porch, and brought ices for her, and cake. And all the time he kept up that boyish teasing chatter, and always she watched him with curiosity and interest. "You are too sensible to be inquisitive. You should say, Here is a brand from the burning, I must sow a good seed in his heart. And you should not even ask who, nor what, nor whither." 40 THE PROBLEM "I know it, but I do. If you were just ordi- nary, I should not care. But I can't imagine! You haven't been here a long time, that is certain. Or I should have seen you before. And if I had, I should remember. You are not a college stu- dent, for you are too old and too clever." "The last is an open insult, and the first is only dimly veiled. Now walk with me to the gate, Miss Morning-Glory." And at the gate he said, in a curous, half-sad voice, quite different from the gay bantering tone that had excited her curiosity, "You are a nice little thing," and went away. Doris looked after him in astonishment. "Well, can you beat that?" she ejaculated. "Here I go through high school, and through college, and now when I am a grown-up old woman, and the head of a house, and the General of a mob I get myself all mixed up in a funny business like this. Who in the world can he be? And where in the world did he come from? But he said I should see him again. I wonder what that bad little Rosalie is at now ?" 41 LEAVE IT TO DORIS And though she went immediately back to her sister, she did not forget the kind gray eyes and the kind gay voice. "Did you have a nice time, Doris ?" asked Mrs. Andrieson as they were driving swiftly home- ward. "Wonderful," said Doris in a voice of ecstatic content. Mrs. Andrieson looked at her curiously. "I am afraid I neglected you. I had such a hard time keeping the boys from quarreling over Rosalie, and I knew you would not get into mischief." Now that it was all over, and the excitement and the thrill were gone, Rosalie was quivering down to the very tips of her slippers. She had disgraced the manse, she had messed things up for father and he was such a darling Oh, Doris should not have let her! People would think it was father's fault she had not thought of that before, now she could think of nothing else. "He is a good man," people would say, "but he can not control his children." And he did work so hard, and was so patient and so many times his 42 THE PROBLEM eyes looked tired, and once in a while, but not often, he would admit that his head ached a bit. Doris was sympathetic as always, sympathetic in that unvoiced silence that understands every- thing, and hurts not a single particle. She knew by instinct that Rosalie was sick at heart. So they talked of other things, and after they got into bed she said tenderly : "You were lovely, Rosalie, and I was so proud of you. And though you were very gay and lively, you were sweet, and had a sort of Pres- byterian dignity about you that made you dif- ferent." Rosalie kissed her quickly, but did not speak. When the family met again at the breakfast table Zee was overwhelming in her interest. "How was the party? Did Rosalie flirt? Did all the men fall down at her feet stone dead?" "No, little goose, they didn't. Men don't any more. And Rosalie did not flirt exactly and the party w r as glorious." Doris did not glance at Rosalie, intent on the oatmeal before her. 43 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Were you the most beautiful c-hes there? Was anybody dazzled? Did the women wear low-necked dresses ? Alice Graves says they don't wear any sleeves at all. Did they dance? Were there any members there? What did you have to eat?" "Oh, you little chatter-box ! How can I answer so many questions? Rosalie was dazzling did you ever dream that I could dazzle anything? Yes, the ladies did. Yes, they danced. Yes, there were a lot of members. They had ices, and cakes, and coffee, and things to drink and " "And father," said Rosalie suddenly, "I pinned down the lace in the neck of my dress so it would show my shoulders." He turned to Doris for confirmation. "Just a little, father," she said loyally. "It did not show much, and Rosalie looked beautiful. I did not object to it." "And I danced." This was nothing short of a bomb bursting upon them. Even Zee was silenced. Doris felt 44 THE PROBLEM all the pain of motherhood over an erring first- born. Slowly their father rallied. "Did you do it well ? I hope you didn't stum- ble, or walk on ladies' dresses, or anything." "She did it beautifully," said Doris meekly. "Father, I ask you frankly, as man to man, is it wrong to dance?" "We have been taught, Rosalie," he began slowly, but she interrupted him. "That isn't fair. You tell me what you think. Why should we leave it to other men that we don't know? How can they decide? Do they know more about it than we do? It doesn't con- demn it in the Bible. That would be decisive. But why do these other men take the privilege of de- ciding things for the rest of us?" "They were wise men, and good. We let great statesmen make our laws, and we obey. We let great teachers tell us what and how to study that we may become educated, and we obey them. We let great doctors tell us how to safeguard our health, and we obey them. We let the leaders m 45 LEAVE IT TO DORIS all other professions tell us what to do, where to go, what to eat, what to wear and we obey. \Ve might trust the fathers of the church a little, tfon't you think?" "But it is such a simple thing. And so natural. Just moving to music, that is all. Soldiers love to march to the drum, children prance to the music of the band. It is human nature." "My dear, if you want to move to music, let Zee here go up and down town beating a drum for you, and you march your little head off." Rosalie joined the laughter. "I like the other kind better. Then you truly think it is danger- ous, or wrong, or unwise, or something?" "I have never danced myself, dear." "Stand up here, and let me show you. Now, you go this way. One, two, three; one, two, three; skippity, skip, skip; one, two, three and that is all there is to it" "Simple, isn't it?" "Perfectly simple. Now is that wrong?" "Well, Rosalie, I tell you frankly, as man to man, if I were young and had a soft shoulder 46 THE PROBLEM like yours against my arm, and a pretty face like yours very close to my lips I should probably be tempted to kiss it." "Oh, father," cried Rosalie, joining the burst of laughter. "You would not do it, surely." "Not in public, no. And I may add, if I had a pretty hand like yours in mine, I should probably squeeze it, and if I had my arm around your waist like this I'd probably squeeze that, too." Merry laughter greeted the admission. Then in the silence that followed he said slowly. "There are many things I could do, Rosalie, that would do me no harm, and others no harm. But would I get pleasure enough out of the doing to make it worth my while? Suppose even one person should say, 'He is a vain and worldly man, I do not wish to go to him in my trouble.' If one per- son should say that of me, I would consider I had paid too big a price for the little amusement. It may be one of the things we give in return for the badge of the ministry, my dear I, for one, am willing to give it. It is the one big talent of our profession the talent of giving up." 47 LEAVE IT TO DORIS Rosalie looked at him steadily. "And I believe that any one who is not willing to exercise that talent does not fit into a manse." Rosalie swallowed hard. "I I do fit, father I want to. I I could never be happy any place in the world outside the manse." Then she added brightly, "So I must never dance any more?" "Ask the General," he hedged quickly. "She is the head of the family." "Well, General, speak up, how about it?" "What a naughty Problem you are," said the General tenderly. "Well, then, if it is up to me, I say this: Father has put it to you squarely. And I know this, Rosalie, that when anything is put squarely on your own shoulders, you straighten up and carry it without flinching. You are old enough to solve your own troubles. This is yours find the answer for yourself." "Oh, you bad General," cried Rosalie, laugh- ing. "Now I can not blame it on any one but myself, and I did so want to sympathize with my- self, and say, 'I can dance wonderfully, but they 48 THE PROBLEM won't let me.' Oh, well, I should worry. And, General, by the way, I may as well confess that I was jealous of you last night. You were so dif- ferent, and so remote every one had to go to you, away from the whirl, back into your corner where you stood serene. I kept thinking what a nice manse type you are, always distinct, always different, and sweeter than anything. So I had already decided I just wanted to find out what you would say." Then Rosalie was gone in a flash, chasing Zee put into the garden for a merry frolic. CHAPTER III THE IMP "T T THY, Zee, however did you happen to V V get here ahead of time?" demanded Doris, glancing up from the potatoes she was watching so closely, for potatoes have a most an- noying way of burning if you leave them a min- ute. It had taken Doris a long time to learn that. "Urn, yes, I am a little early, I guess," said Zee, in a still small voice. She busied herself about the table without reminder from her sister, an unwonted procedure for the Imp, but Doris was too concerned with the meal to pay much heed. Rosalie and Treasure came in together a few moments later, and Zee was sent to call their father to the table. "And don't dawdle, Babe, for things are pip- ing hot, and we must allow three minutes for the blessing, you know." 50 THE IMP Zee's appetite, usually above reproach, was negligible that day, and her gay voice, always so persistent in conversation, was quite subdued. But when the meal was over she lifted modest eyes to her father's face. "I hope you aren't very exceptionally busy to- day, father," she began ingratiatingly. "I am. I have Davison's funeral to-morrow and it is not easy to conduct the funeral services of a bad man in a way that will afford comfort to his mourning relatives." "I knew you would have a hard time of it, father," said Doris sympathetically. "I was hop- ing they would get some one else The Metho- dist minister is new here, and doesn't know Davi- son as we did." "One good thing about him, father," said Rosalie, "he never killed any one that we know of. You can come down strong on that, and sort of glide over everything else we know about him." "I suppose one should come out flat-footed and hold him up as a model to other people who won't 51 LEAVE IT TO DORIS keep to the straight and narrow," said Doris thoughtfully. "Perhaps. But a kind Providence has made if unnecessary for us to judge, you must remem- ber." "We can have our opinions, like other people, Jbut we must not air them in the pulpit," said Rosalie. "But whatever will you say, father? He was everything a good Presbyterian is not, and " "Doctor Burgess used to say that death blots out all evil," said Rosalie helpfully. "Can't you play that up?" Mr. Artman smiled at their eagerness to be of help. "I shall just speak of the rest and sweetness of death after a life of turmoil and confusion, and shall emphasize very strongly how blessed it is that the soul goes direct to the presence of God, who knows all the secret motives hidden from human eyes." "That is downright genius," approved Doris. "Pretty slick, I call it," smiled Rosalie. "Will you be busy the whole afternoon, fa- 52 THE IMP ther?" asked Zee, returning to the original sub- ject. "Did you want something?" He turned and looked at her, and from her sober face he caught the underlying need. "I always have time for my girls, you know. What can I do for you ?"- "I am sorry but I am in bad at school again." "Again," repeated Rosalie. "Don't you mean still?" "Miss Hodges wants you to come with me > that is, she says I can not come back until you do. She is going to ask you to give a sort of pledge of good behavior for me, and you can't do it, for I am sure to break over once in a while. So there you are. Don't you think Doris could teach me at home this year?" "But what in the world did you do, dear?" de- manded Doris. "Well, you will be horrified, of course, Doris but it wasn't as bad as it sounds. I did not feel well to begin with, and things went wrong from the first. Walter Dwight had some candy, and he passed it to me, and I was eating it " 53 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "In school?" "Yes. And Miss Hodges saw me and told me to go to the window and throw it out a very bad and unsanitary thing, throwing candy all over the play-grounds, but Miss Hodges makes tis do it and so I went to the window and looked out and I stood there a minute or so looking around to see what was going on in the play- ground, and I saw a robin sitting in the big maple, and I squinted my eye up at him, and aimed with the candy, and shot it at him." Zee looked up sadly, and then lowered her eyes again. "Everybody laughed, and Miss Hodges was not at all pleased. She said I was a little nuisance." A vague flickering smile passed from face to face around the table. "What else?" "She sent me into the science room to sit by myself half an hour and think. Professor was not there." "What did you do?" "I sat there." 54 [THE IMP "Yes?" "Well, I kept on sitting there, and it was aw- fully monotonous. You know we have a skeleton in the physiology department now I told you, didn't I? It was stuck up on the side of the wall on long hooks. And Professor's big amber glasses were on the desk the girls say he wears them for style so I put them on the skeleton. It looked awfully funny. And then Satan must have tempted me, for I did a terrible thing." A long sigh went up from the table. "The teachers' cloak-room opens from the sci- ence room." "I see it all," said Doris solemnly. "Go on, Zee. I don't get you, yet." "The teachers' wraps were in the cloak-room. So I got Miss Hodges' hat and put it on the skeleton, and it looked so comical you would have laughed." A sad reminiscent smile flashed over the subdued but always impish features. "So I put her coat on too it almost made me shiver to touch the thing, though Professor says it is very scientific, and he disinfected it with something 55 LEAVE IT TO DORIS when they got it. And I bent up its arm, and stuck her gloves in its fingers, and put her bag over the arm, and it looked for all the world like Miss Hodges in a. grouch, and she is grouchy most of the time." "Yes?" "But I did not hear the recitation bell ring, and the door opened and in came the physical geog- raphy class and Miss Hodges. She was not at all pleased. So she invited father to come and talk me over with her." "All right, I will go," said Mr. Artman quietly. Zee sighed heavily. "I hope you understand, father, that I know it was a perfectly repre repre " " hensible," prompted Treasure softly. "Yes, reprehensible thing to do, and I am fear- fully ashamed of it. And it makes me sick to think I had to bother you when you are busy. But Miss Hodges need not have been so huffy about it. She's got a little more flesh, but her dis- position isn't half as good as a skeleton's." "Zee, you must not speak disrespectfully and 56 THE IMP flippantly of your teachers. It is not right, and it is not kind. If Miss Hodges has a room full of children as full of mischief as you are, it is no wonder she is sometimes impatient and nervous." Zee subsided. Mr. Artman rose from the table rather wearily and Zee brought his hat for him humbly. "I hope you believe that I am sorry, father," she said as they set out together. "I think you are sorry to bother me, but I must admit that I do not think you are sorry you annoyed Miss Hodges." "I do think it was rather a good joke on her," admitted Zee. "Miss Hodges is doing one good and noble thing. She is working hard, long hours and very wearily to earn money for herself and her mother and that little nephew who lives with them. She has to labor for her very bread, and for theirs also. Any one who makes life harder than need be for those who must toil for their existence is excuse me, dear but any one who does that is either needlessly cruel or criminally thought- 57 LEAVE IT TO DORIS less. Whether she is the type of woman you like, whether she appeals to you personally or not that is nothing. The fact remains that she is working for her life and I hate tp think it is my little girl making things hard for her." Zee marched along beside him sturdily, without speaking for a while. Her dark merry eyes were clouded. Her rosy lips were a straight scarlet line. Two blocks, three blocks, they traversed in silence. Then she slipped little clinging fingers into his hand, and said softly: "Father, I am sorry now and I won't ever, any more. I have tried to tease her, and I like to make the other kids laugh. But I never thought of it the way you told me. Will you try not to be ashamed of me?" His hand closed over hers companionably. "And, father, you need not believe me to-day < that I am sorry. Wait and I will prove it to you. For don't you think I see that we preachers have to make things easier for folks, instead of harder?" 58 THE IMP "I do believe you, of course, Baby," he said, smiling down on the sober face. Even he could not repress a smile when Miss Hodges came in wearing her coat and hat, with the bag in the crook of her arm for in his mind, schooled to imaginative flights by a long life with merry daughters he could see the scientific skeleton similarly garbed. Miss Hodges' face was grave, but not un- friendly. "I think Zee can fix this up with you herself, Miss Hodges," he said, holding her hand warmly in his. "I need not say how much I regret it but Zee and I have been talking together and I want her to speak for herself." "I am sorry this time, truly not just for play- ing pranks, for somehow that never seems really bad to me it must be the original sin, I suppose. 'But I am sorry that I have just openly tried to make things mean and hateful for you. I never thought of it that way before. I thought it was sort of your job to put up with the mischief. I 59 LEAVE IT TO DORIS can't promise to be an angel like Treasure, for I was not born like that. But I am going to try very hard not to annoy you, and I'd like to be friends, if you don't mind." Thinking it over afterward, Father Artman felt that Zee had left many loopholes for future escapades, but her voice had been sincere, and her eyes honest, and Miss Hodges had accepted the apology promptly. And knowing his girls, Mr. Artman felt confident that Zee's loyalty to the manse would keep her from open disgrace again. "Something just has to be done about that Zee," Rosalie said to Doris. "And it certainly is up to you, General. Why, she gets more scatter- brained and harum-scarum every day. Can't you steady her up a little ?" "How? It is all right to say it is up to me but who can take a puff of thistledown like Zee and steady it? She does no 4 " grow that way." "Well, this will hold her down for a week or so, but you'd better think up some way of han- dling her. Something has to be done, and right 60 THE IMP away, too. Why, she is fourteen, and in high school. I was practically a young lady when I was in high school." "You were practically a young lady when you were in kindergarten," said Doris gaily. "My, what pretty airs you did put on. You always would carry the finest handkerchiefs, and how you would scheme to get a fresh ribbon oftener than anybody else." It did seem that so severe a lesson as this should be sufficient even for the Imp. Yet the very next morning Doris found herself in- volved once more. Going to the girls' closet on an errand, she was surprised to find Zee's school shoes, sensible, comfortable, roomy shoes of en- during calf-skin. The "Sunday shoes," of nice shiny patent leather, were not in sight. Yet Zee had gone to school. "She is almost as problematic as Rosalie her- self," said Doris. She knew Zee's passion for the Sunday shoes, and that the calf -skin ones were abhorred by her fastidious young soul. But that she would openly 61 LEAVE IT TO DORIS revolt and toss all orders to the winds Doris grieved over it heavily. But she would not take this to father, poor soul, he had trouble enough with her yesterday, and Davison's funeral to-day was grief enough. When Zee came into the dining-room at noon she wore the calf-skin boots. Doris could hardly believe her eyes. Yet there they were and a se- rene smile on Zee's merry face. "Miss Hodges and I got along like cooing doves this morning," she announced triumph- antly. "She said I had my lesson perfectly, and I said her new hat was very becoming." When the girls came to the kitchen to say good-by to Doris before starting back to school, she left her work and followed them to the front door. Zee still wore the heavy shoes, but she hung about impatiently, plainly waiting till Doris should return to her work. At last, depressed in attitude, the two girls started away, and Doris disappeared. Just a moment later came the sound of skipping running steps, and Zee slipped in and darted for the stairs. 62 THE IMP "Zee!" Zee halted abruptly, one foot poised for the step. "Were you going up to change your shoes ?" Y yes." "Don't you know you are not allowed to wear your Sunday shoes to school?" "Y yes." "Then why, please?" "Because I hate calf-skin shoes, I hate 'em, I hate 'em. Big ugly clumsy clod-hoppery stogies ! I think they are abominable. I'll bet they were the thorn in the flesh Peter talked about or was it Paul? Anyhow, I can't think of any worse kind of a thorn. I think they are downright wicked. And I won't wear them unless I have to," she added hastily, noting the military firm- ness in the General's face. "I am sorry, Zee, since you hate them so ter- ribly. They are not pretty, I know. But if you wear the Sunday ones to school, they wear out so fast, and they are so expensive. And, oh, my dearest, we could never afford it on father's sal- 63 LEAVE IT TO DORIS ary, you know that. But I will compromise with you, for I don't like to make you wear things you despise. If you will wear these out, when they are gone, your next pair of school shoes shall be, not patent leather, but much finer and softer than these oh, much finer." "Oh, that is just ducky of you, General," said Zee gratefully. "But mayn't I wear the others just this afternoon?" "No, absolutely not. You were very deceitful and disobedient, slipping in to change them on the sly, that way, and you shall not wear the others by any means." But the next morning, as Doris stood at the window watching the girls as they walked away, she noted a curious bulging under the side of Zee's sweater. What could it be, she wondered? Then like a flash, she ran up the stairs. The Sunday shoes were gone also the calf-skin ones. Grimly she waited until Zee came home. "Zee," she began softly, so father might not overhear, poor father, having so much trouble 64 THE IMP with bad people who would die and require fu- neral services, and good people who would live and never go to church certainly he should not be bothered with Zee's shoe situation. "Did you wear your calf -skin shoes to school this morning?" "Y yes, I wore them to school," said Zee with an almost imperceptible emphasis on the "to." "Did you take the Sunday ones with you?" "Yes. Doris, I can't bear those old stogies, and so I just wore them to school, and then I changed them in the cloak-room, and you can see yourself it wouldn't wear them out any the good ones, I mean just wearing them inside the school-room and not walking in them." "But you disobeyed." "I know it," said Zee cheerfully, "And you tried to deceive me." "I know it." "Now I have to punish you." "All right, General, but let me tell you in ad- yance that whenever I can sneak those Sunday 65 LEAVE IT TO DORIS shoes to school, I am going to. So you'd bettw make it a good punishment while you are at it, so you won't have to do it over and over." Doris looked at her sister soberly, and her heart swelled with pity, for the sentence she was about to pronounce was dire indeed. She took the fine shoes from Zee. "This is the punishment. You can not wear the fine shoes again any place for six weeks not to church, nor any place just the stogies, everywhere you go. And you shall not have these again at all until you promise on your word of honor that you will not wear them without permission. I know you will not break a solemn promise." Zee's face paled with the solemnity of it. "Oh, Doris!" "You can talk it over with father if you like. I wanted to keep him from worry, but go to him if you wish." "Nothing doing," said Zee flatly. "He has that way of looking that makes you so ashamed of yourself. I think it is an imposition for fathers to look like that, that's what I think. Tell me 66 THE IMP one thing does the promise still hold good about the new shoes that they are to be finer and softer than these when they are worn out?" "Yes when these are worn out." "These will last a year, I know." "Oh, Baby, you know we preachers can't af- ford to throw away perfectly good shoes like these." "Can't we give 'em to the heathen? They are awfully good shoes for the heathen, Doris. Why, they would last forever, and keep the snakes off, and Shoes like that were just intended for heathen." "I am afraid we can't, Zee. Sometimes I think there is quite a lot in common between the heath- ens and us preachers and this is another bond of sympathy. So we will stick to the shoes our- selves." Zee looked very sad indeed as the shiny shoes were taken up-stairs and carefully locked in an old trunk. Then sudden determination dawned in her dark bright face. She raced into the yard, and began a desperate 67 LEAVE IT TO DORIS course of exercise, jumping, running, clambering tip and down. Gentle Treasure, trailing her de- votedly, was put to woeful plights. And Doris, looking out, could hardly believe her eyes when she saw the violent performance of lazy little Zee. Then came revelation. "I am sorry for you, Treasure," panted Zee, pausing a moment. "But I am going to run and jump and climb and jar the life out of these old stogies." For a moment Doris hesitated. Then she turned resolutely and closed the window. "Providence had to overlook quite a little, even in the saints in the Bible," she said to herself ex- cusingly. "I guess I can overlook a few things myself. Isn't it strange," she said to Rosalie, "that somehow the naughtier folks act the sweeter they seem?" "I don't know what you are talking about," laughed Rosalie. "But if you mean me, I quite agree with you." CHAPTER IV THE BLESSING OH, day of rest and gladness! There was one hour in the week when Doris felt she could lean back and sigh aloud in relief and contentment, with every member of her little family before her and mischief out of the question the hour of the Sabbath morning wor- ship. Father was in the pulpit, Rosalie was at her side in the choir loft and Rosalie in the choir loft was a changed being, for some inner, inherent sense of fineness restrained the naughty fairies in her witching eyes for that one hour only. And down in the eighth pew to the right sat Treasure and Zee, very respectable, very rev- erent, very austere. Rosalie never missed one word of her father's discourses, but Doris, strangely enough, once in a while went wandering. It was so blissful to see the brood safe sheltered before her eyes. It really 69 LEAVE IT TO DORIS was the only time when she could think with any degree of consistency or comfort, without fear of violent and climactic interruption. But one morning, just as she was getting pleas- antly relaxed, and father was nicely started in Point One she opened her eyes wide, and leaned forward. There in the ninth pew next to the aisle Deacon Fenton's pew, and how annoyed he would be when he arrived in the middle of Point Two right there, as sure as you're born, sat that aggravating, infuriating, mysterious Mr. Wizard that nobody knew. His eyes were upon her, and though his face remained properly grave and in keeping with a Presbyterian service, gay greeting flashed from his eyes to her, and Doris Well, it was more than human frailty could stand. She smiled, and then she blushed, and could not keep her eyes away from that serene provoking face, though she did try desperately and was ashamed of her- self all the time. Father was doing splendidly > she was subconsciously aware of that, and was so proud of him. It had never before been quite so 70 THE BLESSING imperatively necessary that he "do well." Rosa- lie looked very sweet and dignified, altogether in keeping with a manse and a church, and not a bit frivolous as she had at the Country Club da party that was a comfort. She was sorry she could not point out Treasure and Zee to him also, they did look so spiritual and fine in their Sunday clothes it was really once in a lifetime to desig- nate them as manse material. He seemed to be paying close attention to father Whoever in the world could he be? And there came Deacon Fenton, sure enough with his usual prejudice against the first point and he got very red in the face, but the Exasperating Thing smiled pleas- antly and shoved along in the seat, and settled down where he could see father when he looked at the pulpit, and could see Doris when he looked at the choir loft, and Doris openly and delib- erately nudged her sister. The Exasperating Thing lowered his eyes at her reprovingly, but Doris could not resist. "Who is that in Deacon Fenton's pew?" she whispered. 71 LEAVE IT TO DORIS Rosalie looked that way unconcernedly she did not seem to notice how romantic and curious and compelling he was and shook her head. Doris subsided then, but when she came down from the choir loft and found him waiting for her at the side entrance, she was glad. She held out her hand. "Rosalie did not know you either," she said. "I asked her. Will you come and meet father?" "Sorry, but not to-day. It would spoil the mys- tery. Come along with me, Little Seeker After Thrills, I want to walk home with you. I go your very way." "I usually stay and shake hands with the mem- bers, but it will be fun to slip away for once. Then they will be gladder to see me to-night." So they hurried away, and Doris noticed that while many nodded to her, no one had a word of familiar friendliness for him so she knew he was a stranger to all. It seemed odd that he could remain unknown in such a little town he must live very quietly and to himself. He could not be 72 THE BLESSING a teacher, she was sure of that, for teachers, like "we preachers," are honor bound to make friends. "Has the butterfly of the fold been in any new mischief since the dance?" "Call it a party. We preachers do not go to dances. No, indeed, she hasn't. Didn't you no- tice how sensible she looked this morning? She is really very good, if she only takes time to think. She decided of her own accord and free will not to dance any more at all." "Then since it was her own free will, I suppose you feel it was predestined, don't you?" "Perhaps," said Doris politely, for she never could keep that free-will-predestination puzzle quite straight in her mind though she was very sure father was right about it. "And what have you been doing since that night?" "Washing, and ironing, and cooking, and help- ing the girls with their lessons, and scolding father, and patching. What have you been doj- ing?" 73 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "I ? Oh, I have been haunting." "You have been what ? Now you are teasing again. I never knew any one as grown up as you who teased so much. Do you live in this part of town?" "You know we haunts just live around in the air, and do our ghosting when the ghosting's good." "Oh, let's talk sense. I expected to see you be- fore this." "I have seen you frequently." "You have! I haven't seen you once, and I have been looking for you." "One morning I saw you digging potatoes in the garden of the manse. And your father stuck his head out the window and scolded you." "He doesn't approve of my digging potatoes, but he is so busy all the time he forgets and so if I wake up early enough I sneak out and do it to get ahead of him." "And one morning I saw you flying down the middle of the road in a kimono, yelling at the milk man." THE BLESSING "We were going to have company for hraeh- eon, and I forgot to leave a message in the bottle that I wanted cream," explained Doris, flushing. "And one morning, very early, I saw you run out-of-doors in a shower, barefooted, and your hair hanging, and you wore your father's old coat and hat, I think, and you were gobbling table- cloths off the line." "They did not dry, and I left them on the line over night. But the shower came up, and I had to rush after them." "And one morning " "Don't you ever sleep ? How does it come that you always see me some ghastly hour in the morning? Why don't you appear about three in the afternoon, when I am nicely brushed and have on a fresh dress, and look like a preacher?" "Morning is my own particular time of day. So beware how you venture out, for you can't escape my eyes." "You must be a milk man." He only laughed. "Now tell me the truth, have you thought of me once since the da party?" 75 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Yes, not being a regular sphinx, I have. I have thought of you very often you are the funniest thing I ever saw. But somehow I did not expect to see you at church." He joined her laughter. "Come in and have dinner with us," she said warmly. "Please do. I am a wonderful cook. Zee says my mashed potatoes taste almost ex- actly like plum pudding. Would you consider that a compliment?" "By all means. But I can not come for dinner to-day. We wizards do not eat, you know. Be kind now, and get into more morning difficulties so I may laugh at you, will you ?" Doris walked into the manse with a very thoughtful air. "I have always told Rosalie it was silly to be constantly finding mystery in every little thing but I see now that mystery is more fun than any- thing else. The silly old thing why he must be nearly as old as father. But how he does laugh! He isn't a minister, that's certain. And he isn't a doctor, for everybody knows doctors, besides 76 THE BLESSING they always talk shop. And he doesn't look like a worker I mean a hard worker Isn't it ri- diculous? What do I care who he is but it is lots of fun." As they sat at dinner, Rosalie said suddenly, "Oh, father, you must scold the General. She is getting very worldly. She was flirting with a stranger in the congregation. She picked out a handsome man, and kept looking at him, and he smiled at her, and she asked if I knew him right in the middle of the second point." "Could you know him in the second point if you didn't know him anywhere else?" demanded Zee. "There wasn't a handsome man in church ex- cept father," declared Treasure. "General, I am astonished," said their fathef with smiling eyes and solemn face. "Don't you believe her. He wasn't a stranger in the first place, and in the second I only looked at him once or twice," she finished feebly. "Oh, what a story. He was, too, a stranger. Didn't you ask if I knew him?" 77 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "I can't remember his name. But I met him at the Country Club da party. I talked to him ttiere quite a lot, and " "Oh, you dangerous girl I You know, father, these quiet modest ones look out ! They always make trouble. No wonder you had such a glori- ous time flirting with a stranger." "Rosalie," said Doris with intense dignity. "I <3id not flirt. I just talked, and we talk to every- body, don't we we preachers?" "But who is he?" This, it seemed, only Providence could telL "Why didn't you ask him?" Doris hedged quickly. It was all very well to play mystery with that Aggravating Thing, but she had a strong feeling it would sound ridicu- lous to the family, and they were such laughers. The day of rest, truly but always a stormy one for families of parsonage and manse. They had not finished dinner when the super- intendent of the Sunday-school called Mr. Art- jman to the phone. 78 THE BLESSING "Miss Mtmsing says she will not keep her class any longer," he protested peevishly. "I want you to talk to her. Why, she is one of our very best teachers, young and lively, and her girls adore her. She says she is not capable, or some such nonsense bright clever girl like that. You talk to her, will you? She promised to see you this afternoon." Mr. Artman shook his head despairingly as he returned to the table. "You women," he said. "Yeu don't know how upsetting you are. I would have sworn that Miss Munsing was more in harmony with her work than any teacher in the school, and here she throws up her hands." "Do you mean she is giving up the class, father?" asked Treasure breathlessly. "Just that. Says she is not capable, or some- thing." "Why, Treasure, isn't she your teacher? And you all love her, don't you?" "Hum, yes," said Treasure thoughtfully. 79 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "You talk her into it, father. It would break up the class to lose her." "What is the trouble, anyhow? Has anything gone wrong? If there has been any mix-up, you ought to know it." "The girls are just crazy about her, and we have the best record for attendance in the whole school. I suppose she is giving up the class on account of me." "On account of you!" This was unanimously exclamatory. Rosalie was always problematic, and Zee was a living fount of mischief, even Doris was given to moods and fancies. But Treasure was the serene untar- nished blessing of the family, always gentle, al- ways friendly, tranquil and undisturbed. Could Treasure, the sweet, cause agony to any young shepherdess of the Sunday-school flock ? The ex- clamation was followed by silence, long and pro- found. "D on't you like her?" asked Doris at last, in a weak voice. "I love her with all my heart." 80 THE BLESSING "Do you cut up in Sunday-school, Treasure?" asked Zee. "I am surprised. Miss Conroy has to shake her head at me sometimes but I certainly am ashamed of you. I I didn't think it." "Of course I do not cut up in Sunday-school. I am surprised you would even mention such a thing." "Well, go on, Treasure, and tell us," said Rosa- lie impatiently. "You are the last person in the world one would suspect of disrupting a religious organization." "Yes, go on and tell it, pet," said her father gently. "And talk fast, Treasure. You are so poky. I could tell six volumes while you get into the introduction." "There isn't any introduction to it," said Treasure in her gentle voice. "You know, father, when you go over the lesson with us on Saturday night, you bring out a lot of good points that Miss Munsing does not think of." "Yes." "Of course, it would not be right for me to 81 LEAVE IT TO DORIS speak up and tell things she does not know it would sound smarty as if I were trying to show off. So I just ask questions, and sometimes she does not know the answers. Then the whole class gets into a discussion, and then I say, 'Maybe it is this way,' and I tell what you have said, and she says, 'Yes, that is it, of course.' And some- times I think of questions that nobody has ex- plained, and I ask and she can't answer. This morning she got rather red, and looked nervous. But she is a dear thing, and I don't expect her to know as much as a preacher, of course. And I hope you will make her keep the class, for we could never get another teacher like her. I am truly sorry, father, and I will promise never to ask another question." Doris flushed suddenly. "But she ought to be free to ask questions, father. Miss Munsing should study the lessons more, and find the an- swers." "I suppose it is not just pleasant for a teacher to have her scholars wiser than she," said their father slowly. "I can see how she feels about it." 82 THE BLESSING "But she ought to study more," insisted Doris. "I shall never ask anything else," declared Treasure. "We can't give up Miss Munsing. I know the rest would rather have her than some one else who could answer the whole Bible. I think I prefer her myself." "Finish your dinner now, girls; I shall try to think of some way to manage," said Mr. Artman quietly. When Miss Munsing came to the door Doris greeted her cordially. "Father is waiting for you in the study. Mr. Andrews telephoned that you were coming." "I suppose you think I am just terrible to go back on my job," said Miss Munsing, lifting troubled eyes to Doris' face. "I never think anybody is terrible," said Doris, ^aughing. "I am too well acquainted with my own self to sit in judgment on anybody else. Treasure says the girls will never give you up. Leave it to father. He will fix you up." So Miss Munsing went up-stairs, and Doris and the others waited impatiently until the front 83 LEAVE IT TO DORIS door closed behind her when the interview was over. Then they trooped eagerly into the hall, waylaying their father on the stairs. "Did you persuade her?" "Was I the trouble?" queried Treasure. "Yes, you were the trouble sure enough," said Mr. Artman, pinching her cheek gaily. "She felt the class should have a teacher who knew and she said frankly that she did not know. She had thought it quite a simple matter to teach a class of young girls, using pretty stories to illustrate plain points but she said our gentle little Treas- ure hurt her conscience to the point of insomnia," "Did you tell her I promised " "Yes, but Miss Munsing is no quitter. She would not hear of such a thing. She said it would be bad for you, and bad for the rest, and worst of all for her. She would not even discuss it." "What did you do, father? Of course you thought of something." "I suggested what we have been trying to ar- range for the last year a teachers' study class. We have voted on it a dozen times, but always 84 THE BLESSING there was an overwhelming majority against it, because their evenings were so full of other things. And I although there were a few who wanted it I guess I was a quitter myself. I said if the teachers did not want or need it, I had no time to waste on it." "No one could expect you to give up a whole evening for people who were not interested," cried Doris loyally. "Miss Munsing and I picked out Tuesday night, and she and I are going to have a Teach- ers' Study Class. The others will be invited and urged to come. But Miss Munsing will be here, and I will be here and we are going to have that class if nobody else ever does show up. It was not your fault, Treasure, and it was not Miss Munsing's fault, for she did her best. It was really I to blame, for I should have counted the evening well spent if it helped even one teacher in her work. Much obliged, Treasure." Then he went up-stairs. "What in the world did he mean by 'Much obliged'?" puzzled Treasure. "It was my fault, 85 LEAVE IT TO DORIS too, for now it means another evening of hard work for him, and his evenings were so busy anyhow. And then he says 'Much obliged.' Preachers are funny, even father." Sunday afternoon in the manse was supposed to be comfortably quiet not prosy. And for the first hour after the dinner work was finished things went smoothly indeed. The girls read their Sunday-school papers. Then Treasure and Zee had a game of Bible Prophets enlivening it by betting pennies on the outcome "Not gambling at all," insisted Zee. "Because the pennies go into the mission box on the kitchen shelf, no matter who wins. The only difference is, if you win, you get the credit on the Lord's account-book, and if I win, I get it." As long as Doris did not find out why that afternoon game of Prophets was one of such in- tense and absorbing interest to the lively girls, all went well enough. The Sabbath never failed to bring a problerri for Rosalie. "Oh, General," she cried, dancing away from 86 THE BLESSING the telephone. "Our little crowd is going for a long auto ride out to Miriam's for supper a nice Sunday supper of bread and jelly and milk and pie and may I go, darling General ?" "But Christian Endeavor " "Oh, Bud promised faithfully to bring me back in time for it. The others are going to spend the evening and sing, and roast marshmallows, but out of deference to us preachers he promised to have me home by seven." "Ask father," countered Doris. "Oh, General dearest, you know father ought not to be bothered on Sunday afternoon. It wouldn't be right." "Rosalie, don't ask me. I want you to do whatever you want to, but How many are going?" "Twelve, I suppose. Three cars full. Bud is going to take me in his brother's runabout." "Twelve. Then it is a regular party." "Oh, not really, dearest. It will take an hour to get there, and then it will be nearly supper- time, and we will have to come right straight 87 LEAVE IT TO DORIS home afterward. You know Miriam's people are terribly religious not like us preachers, of course, but very particular. One time they were dancing on Saturday night, and they sent us right home at midnight they said there should be no dancing in their house on Sunday. I was there, but I did not dance." Rosalie laughed a little. "So the next Saturday night when we were there, Miriam's Aunt Gertrude turned the clock back an hour, to give us a little more time." "There would not be any dancing then, that is one thing," said Doris thoughtfully. "Well," admitted Rosalie honestly but reluc- tantly, "Miriam's parents are out of town, and Aunt Gertrude is the chaperon to-day." Doris looked at her in exasperation. "You bad girl, you fooled me on purpose. Run up and ask father, dear, won't you ? It will only take a min- ute, and he won't mind. I can't settle it for you." "Oh, Doris, it would be mean," protested Rosa- lie conscientiously. "Very well, then, Miss Rosalie, decide for yourself. I think you get along better on your 88 THE BLESSING own responsibility anyhow. Puzzle it out for; yourself, go or not, just as you think best." "Then I shall go," said Rosalie positively, and she went into the hall for her hat. "You think it is quite all right for me to go then, Doris ?" "I do not think one single thing about it." "But you will not object if I go?" "I shall not even mention it." "Everybody else goes, and they are just aS good as we are better than Zee and I." "Perhaps." "Oh, you bad General, you make me so cross," cried Rosalie, tossing her hat to the floor. "Why didn't you just say I couldn't go I never dis- obey you, do I ? Or why didn't you say I could go, then if my conscience hurt me I could say if was your fault. Now you have spoiled the whole thing!" Rosalie ran to the telephone and called a num- ber in a voice unruffled and sweet. "I can not go, Bud. It is really quite a party, you know, and Sunday is the Sabbath for us preachers. It was just dear of you to bother witH 89 LEAVE IT TO DORIS me I should think you must be tired of trying to be nice to a cranky old preachy crowd." Then she listened a moment while he voiced fervent denials. "Oh, that is nice of you, Bud, and I know I should have loved it, but you see how it is, don't you?" A moment later she gave a gleeful little cry, "Oh, truly, Bud, would you enjoy that? I am sure it will be all right wait a minute, till I ask Doris. Oh, Doris, he says he does not care to go, and his brother has given him the runabout for the rest of the day, and he wants me to go for a quiet little drive with him, and Is that all right ? Oh, you darling General !" "Of course it is all right, and ask him to come to supper here, Rosalie, and go to Endeavor with us." So Rosalie gurgled rapturously into the trans- mitter and received a hearty acceptance, and then flung her arms around her smiling sister. "Oh, General, I am so glad we decided it that way. I know they would dance a little I would 90 THE BLESSING not, of course but I do love to drive, and I don't get a chance very often, and Bud is always so good to me. Will you have something a little bit kind of extra nice for supper?" And Rosalie danced off up the stairs, singing merrily. Doris smiled and sighed in relief. "That set- tles Rosalie for this afternoon. The other girls will be up and going in a minute, I suppose, the game must be nearly over. But it is a whole lot to have Rosalie fixed." At that moment Treasure picked up the cards and began putting them into the box, and Zee walked slowly but proudly to the kitchen. A second later Doris heard the tinkling of pennies, and Zee came back into the room. "What were you doing, Babe?" "Putting some pennies in the mission box,'* came the even answer. "What shall we do now, Doris? We don't ;want to play any more." "Haven't you something to read?" "We've read everything in the house a dozen times. May we go over to Grahams' ?" 91 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Oh, not to-day, dear, they are so noisy. Wait until to-morrow." "May we make some candy, Doris? And pop corn?" "Oh, Zee, not on Sunday. Why don't you take a walk?" "Too hot," objected Treasure. "Let's go and make father tell us a story." "You wouldn't bother him to-day, surely. He has to go to Waltons' at three for the wedding." "Why can't we go to the wedding with him? iWe are very good at weddings." "Not this time, dear. We weren't invited. It is just a quiet wedding on the rush they start east this afternoon, you know." "I don't believe in weddings on the rush they ought to take their time and have old shoes and rice and refreshments," insisted Zee stubbornly. "What shall we do then, Doris ? You ought to think of something." Doris racked her brain. She had to rack her brain every Sunday afternoon, but somehow she could not keep a supply of ideas in storage. 92 THE BLESSING "Why don't you go to the meadow and pick some goldenrod ?" she suggested finally. "Bud is coming to tea with Rosalie, and think how it will please her." Treasure and Zee looked at each other, and as neither could think of a plausible objection, they acted upon the plan. When they were gone, Doris got up, luxuri- ously, and lifted her arms high above her head. "Oh, day of rest," she breathed fervently, and wandered comfortably through the house and into the yard. Sunday was a blissful day, after all. Later in the afternoon she arranged the table attractively for tea, and made a pile of dainty sandwiches. And it was in the midst of this oc- cupation that she was interrupted by the jingling of the telephone. "Is this Miss Artman? Miss Doris > Do you recognize my voice?" "Oh, Mr. Wizard, I wish I didn't Then you Would have to tell me." He laughed at that, and his laugh was as pleas- antly aggravating by telephone as in person. 93 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "However did you come to call me up?" she asked. "Sad news, my friend, sad news. Two young girls claiming to belong to you are under arrest out here on a charge of trespassing." Doris trembled so she nearly dropped the re- ceiver. "Arrest?" she faltered. "Well, practically. You see there is a big sign up which says, 'No trespassing/ and along came two young girls walking beside the creek, picking flowers, and shooing birds, and chasing rabbits, as natural as life. Out jumps a wild and angry game-keeper so-called. He says, 'Didn't you see that sign, "No Trespassing" ?' The little dark one began to cry, but the other one said, 'We are not trespassing, we are picking flowers/ 'They are my personal flowers/ said the game-keeper. 'Nothing of the kind, they are God's, you didn't even plant them, for they are wild/ Then I ar- rive, like mercury on the wings of the wind, and the dark one was still weeping " "Zee doesn't cry," wailed Doris. 94 THE BLESSING "She does cry. She not only cries, she bellows. But the slender, white one insisted they were not trespassing because they are preachers and preachers do not trespass. What shall I do with them?" "I do not know," faltered Doris. "Father is at a wedding, and Who is the cross old bear, anyhow ?" "Search me," he said blithely. "I think maybe I can bribe him off. At present the girls are seated comfortably on a fallen tree eating apples, the baby has quit bellowing, and the game-keeper is gathering some late roses for them. Holding them in sweet confinement until you guarantee that they are yours. I guess I can fix it up with the old man. Don't worry then, I shall give it my personal attention, and see that your erring and trespassing for they were trespassing be- yond a doubt, manse to the contrary notwith- standing sisters are restored to the shelter of the fold. Don't worry. Aren't you glad you have a mysterious wizard flitting about to shield your your your I can not think of a word to do 95 LEAVE IT TO DORIS them justice Anyhow, to keep your sanctified but erring family out of jail?" Then he hung up the receiver before Doris could even thank him. How agonizingly she waited and how calmly and confidently they came at last the calloused little wretches Zee bearing a bountiful armful of goldenrod and crimson roses, and Treasure laden with luscious fruit. "Well, for goodness' sake," exclaimed Zee when she saw Doris, white and trembling. "Did you think they could really arrest us preachers? Impossible! Of course the old reprobate I use it scripturally, so don't get excited of course he scared me right at first, I wept a little, very ef- fectively, and Treasure put her arm around me and said she wouldn't let him hurt me. He was very cross. We call him the Corduroy Crab, for short and because we don't know anything else to call him." "You might know we would not let them ar- rest us, Doris," said Treasure gently. "You should not have worried." 96 THE BLESSING *'Of course, he was simply foaming at the mouth. He was going to march us home in dis- grace, to report us. But Treasure sat right down, and said we would come and report ourselves, but we would not be marched through town in disgrace. Treasure came out like a brick; I was surprised at her." "What were you doing all the time, Miss Zee?" "Well," confessed Zee reluctantly, "I was be- fiind Treasure most of the time. And then the other fellow I wonder who in the world he was?" "He made me angrier than the Crab did; he tEought he was so funny !" "He was going along, and came in to see the excitement. And he laughed at us the hateful thing. And when we said we belonged to the manse he laughed more than ever. He was not a farmer, I am sure he wore a silk shirt, did you notice that, Treasure? We call him the Curious Cat Curious because he was so funny, and Cat because he laughed. He gave the old Crab some money and said he would assume responsibility 97 LEAVE IT TO DORIS for us, and he told us to wait until he telephoned to verify us, or something, and he asked the Crab to pick us some regular flowers to atone for his irreverence in assaulting a manse, as it were, and the Crab really was pretty decent after that. "When the Cat went to telephone, I asked who he was, and the Crab rolled up his eyes and said he never laid eyes on him before. And then the Cat came back, and brought us home in his car." "Where was it ?" asked Doris curiously. "It was in the hickory grove, this side of the tumble-down house I did hear that some one had bought the place, but I did not believe it. Every one says it is haunted. But of course haunts do not work in the day-time, and the flowers were gorgeous. We got quite chummy with the Corduroy Crab before we left, and asked if we might have a picnic there some time, and he said yes." "However did you get away out there, any- how?" "Oh, the Maples came along in their car and asked if we wanted a ride, and when we got out 98 THE BLESSING there and saw how fine the flowers were we said we would get a ride back easy enough." "Here comes father!" The girls raced down the stone walk to meet him, and Doris returned to the kitchen. "Did you ever hear such a thing in your life?'* she thought to herself. "How does he get every place and how does he know everything Oh, I think I'll take a walk out there myself some of these fine days maybe I'll get arrested, too!" CHAPTER Y THE WILL "TTpATHER, are you studying, or are you JL plain fidgeting?" asked Doris suspiciously, pausing in the act of dusting the pile of mam** script on her father's desk. "Just plain fidgeting, I am afraid," he ad- mitted. "I am nervous." "Nervous !" **I believe that old fellow left me something in his will," came the sober confession. "Davison?" "Davison." "But why should he leave you anything?" "Well, for that matter, why shouldn't he? Didn't I have to preach his funeral sermon hardest job of my whole ministry?*' "But what makes you think " "Folsom called me up and asked me to be a? 100 THE WILL his office at eleven o'clock for the reading of the will. Folsom is his lawyer." "Oh, they just want you for a witness, goosie." "You don't witness wills when they are dead I mean, you witness the will when the dead per- son made it before he is dead, of course." "Oh, father, I couldn't have bungled it worse myself," she cried gleefully. "But if he left you anything, I hope it was money. Maybe he left you a thousand dollars. Father, if he did leave you a thousand dollars, will you buy me a pair of two-tone gray shoes, twelve dollars? Somehow the height of my ambition seems to be two-tone gray shoes, twelve dollars." "Two-tone gray shoes ! Do they make shoes to music now?" "Absolutely and very expensive music, too an orchestra at the very least. A thousand dol- lars!" "Don't set your heart on it. I don't think he had any money." "What did he have?" "A little farm, and some chickens, and some 101 LEAVE IT TO DORIS books that were handed down to him from some- body else, and a pianola that he got by a mort- gage, and a gold-headed cane " "That is it, father, of course the gold-headed cane. I am sure of it. Of all things in the world that you can't use, and I don't want, a gold- headed cane comes first. So that is probably what you will get. I feel it in my prophetic soul. Cheer up, dear, I believe you can pawn it." "Why, General, what a pessimist you are to- day. Maybe he left us the chickens." "No such luck," she answered gloomily. "Didn't he have a handsome imported Italian pipe? Maybe he left you that. Or an old En- glish drinking tankard he must have had drink- ing tankards. Or a set of hand-carved poker chips He would chuckle in his grave if he could wish something like that on you. Don't talk to me of wills any more, father. No wonder you are fidgety. Run along now, and if you get a gold-headed cane don't you bring it into the manse. And if you get a sterling beer mug, you give it to the heathens. Now scoot." 102 A Jersey cow or a naughty red car ! THE WILL Laughing, her father scooted, and Doris smiled after him tenderly. "It would be nice if the old sinner did end his bad life well by leaving father something really decent. And goodness knows father deserves it. He had to get him out of jail twice, and pray him through delirium tremens four times." Still she would not allow her hopes to rise too buoyantly, for she had learned from a life of well-mixed joy and discomfort not to expect the very greatest and grandest of all good things and then whatever came was welcome, because it .was more than she expected. But when along toward noon she heard the call of the telephone, she leaped excitedly to an- swer it. "Yes, yes, yes, of course it is. What did you say? What did you say? Do it again, fa- ther, and slowly." And then she repeated after him solemnly, word for word, "The prize Jersey cow, or the red auto he was always getting ar- rested for speeding. And take your choice. Mercy me ! Good-by." 103 LEAVE IT TO DORIS Doris hung up the receiver and sat down on the floor. Of all things in the world! A Jersey cow or a naughty red carl And father was to take his choice. When the girls came clamoring in from school Mr. Artman had not appeared, so Doris served them with hands that trembled, and finally, when she saw that father would not come in time to break his own good news, she said : "Mr. Davison left a will and father gets a Jersey cow or the red car which ?" There was no more dinner after that for the girls all began talking at once except Treasure, yvho looked volumes, but never had an opportu- nity to break into the conversation and how cross they were at father for not coming home to share the excitement. But maybe he was learn- ing to drive the red car, or "Milk the cow," faltered Rosalie. "You don't suppose father would let them talk him into tak- ing the silly old cow, do you ?" "Absolutely not," said Doris imperturbably. "Father knows better than to decide such a thing 104 THE WILL by himself. He will come straight home and I choose the car." So the girls reluctantly went off to school again. At one o'clock a neighbor ran in. "Well, what do you think of that? Did you ever hear of such a thing? Would anybody but old Davison ever think of leaving a preacher anything in his will?" "Mr. Davison was very thoughtful in many ways," said Doris with dignity. "Yes, I suppose so. Well, it certainly is won- derful luck for you folks. It is a good cow, one of the best in the county. Everybody says so. Worth two hundred dollars, and only three years old. And think of the nice milk and cream and butter and " "You don't mean to say father took the cow/' gasped Doris. "Why, I don't know I suppose so I should think he would. Whatever would your poor father do with that devilish little red car? Of course he will take the cow." "You scared me for a minute. I thought maybe 105 LEAVE IT TO DORIS father had a mental aberration and did it! No, he will not take the cow not by any means. He will take the car, and take it just as fast as ever he can, and and and " Of course, the neighbor lady was sure dear Doris was quite daft, but Doris was tranquilly confident. Her faith in her father's wisdom re- mained unshaken he would come to her, and she had already dhosen the car. It certainly was a General's prerogative choosing things. At four o'clock he came, smiling, his face flushed, his eyes bright and boyish. "Most fun I've had in ten years," he said, mopping his brow. "I think if the parishioners knew how much fun it is, more of them would die, and remember me in their wills." "You mean" "Never mind what I mean. I am not sure I know myself. Well, as I told you, Davison says it is for my own personal use and pleasure, mine and my family's not for the church under any consideration either the cow or the car. Prob- ably, he says, in his outspoken way, I shall be fool 106 THE WILL enough to take the cow, and in that case the car is to go to his great-grand-nephew up in New London. And great-grand-nephew greatly pre- fers the car, so he took me out to show me the cow, and explain what a bargain she is, and how easy to milk, and how creamy the milk is, and he figured up how many pounds of milk and gal- lons of No, I mean it the other way, gallons of milk and pounds of butter I will get per year, at so much per gallon and per pound, and that will mean a clear profit of.-" "Father, you poor dear, shall I call a doctor?'* "So, after seeing the cow, and she is a beauty f I said, 'How about the car? Let's give her the once-over, too, while we are at it.' He says it isn't much of a car, in terrible condition, would take a hundred dollars to put it in shape, and fairly eats gasoline gas going up, too. And he says it is a bad car to handle, quite dangerous, in fact, has a habit of running into telephone poles and trains and things. But we backed her out of the garage, and great-grand-nephew and FolsoiDf and I had a ride. Which do you want?" 107 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Mercy, father, how abrupt you are. I thought it was settled long ago. We want the car, of course." "All right, my dear, all right, but I have a Hunch that great-grand-nephew will not be par-* ticularly pleased. Lucky he lives in New London instead of here Congregationalist, too, that's good. And when I consider that I got Davison put of jail twice for speeding the thing, I think after all it is my just deserts. All right, call Fol- som up and telJ him we take the car." Doris ecstatically did, and the lawyer said he would deliver the car at their door in person the next morning at nine o'clock. "Can't you make it eight?" pleaded Doris. "I think the children ought to be here, and they are in school, you know." Very obligingly Mr. Folsom consented to the change of time, and the entire family sat up until eleven o'clock that night figuring out how to make motor bonnets of left-over coats and planning yacation motor trips for ten years in advance. ^At five-thirty the next morning Treasure and 108 THE WILL Zee made a tour of the house, wakening every member of the family in no idle manner. "Going to sleep all day?" Zee demanded in a peevish voice when she had shaken Rosalie four; times. "Get up, so you'll be ready for the car.'* "Zee Artman, you go right back to bed, and let me sleep," protested Rosalie. "Do I have to sit up all night just because the car is coming, to-morrow ?" "You get out, or we'll pull you out. Treasure and I are all dressed. We're not going to have things held up at the last minute because some- body isn't down yet. Are you going to get up Have you got the water, Treasure?" In the face of such persistence the others were helpless, so they rushed down and had a feverish breakfast, with Zee dashing away from the table every three minutes to see if the car had come, and at seven-thirty they were grouped impatiently at the front window. "Keep behind the curtains," Rosalie urged, "or fie will think we never had a car before in our lives." LEAVE IT TO DORIS "We must call it the machine," said Zee. "Ma- chine sounds so unconcerned." "Motor, you little goose," said Rosalie. "Ma- chine is what the business men call it. The high- brows say, 'The motor will be here at six.' ' "We must give it a name," said Treasure. "Let's call it the Shooting Star." "Let's call it the Divine Spark It is the only ever, but " "Some visiting ministers do, too, if they get a chance," chimed Rosalie. "Rosalie! I dare say he is very nice, and we shall all enjoy him immensely. Shan't we, father?" "I hope so I think so. He is I do not know; him very well." "Evidently he did not make a special hit with you," said Zee shrewdly. "Oh, girls, how prying you are. He is very active and enthusiastic. That I was not personally drawn to him is rather my fault than his, no doubt." "We are going to be very nice to him," said Doris i "And Rosalie can take him in hand, so he won't bother you every minute." 119 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Oh, he is married. And I must say his wife is nice enough to make up for " "Father!" "Excuse me, dear, I mean his wife is very nice indeed." So the visiting minister came, the Reverend Andrew Boltman, a nervous energetic man with dark eyes, and hair just tinged with gray, and he settled down for a visit in the manse, trying, meanwhile, to effect arrangements for the serv- ices, which Mr. Artman still insisted were not desirable at the time. On the second day of his visit, when Mr. Art- man announced his intention of going to a lec- ture at the college, Mr. Boltman said he preferred to stay quietly at home and read if he might be excused, and his host went away alone, seeming almost relieved to be free to follow his own de- sires for the afternoon. Doris went serenely about her housework, and Mr. Boltman picked out a comfortable corner in the living-room with his book. But late in the afternoon, when her father re- 120 THE SERPENT turned, he found Doris alone at the window, im- patiently tapping her foot on the floor. "Where is Mr. Boltman?" "Gone down-town. Something is wrong with Rosalie. She is up-stairs, crying. It must be pretty bad, for she would not tell me about it." So Mr. Artman went up-stairs to Rosalie, slowly but without delay, feeling that vague help- lessness that comes to men when there is trouble in the family. She was lying face down on the bed, rigid, her hands clenched tightly, but her shoulders rose and fell with heavy sobs. Something in her attitude told him that this was vital, not just a little tempestuous outburst that could be readily brushed aside. He sat down close by her on the bed, and laid his arm across her shoulders tenderly. "Rosalie," he whispered, and as she flung her- self upon him he caught a glimpse of a white face and stormy eyes, quickly hidden from his search- ing gaze. Very gently he caressed her, asking no ques- 121 LEAVE IT TO DORIS tion, patting and fondling her as he would have done to a little hurt or frightened child. And then when the sobs came more easily, she stood up away from him suddenly and looked straight into his face, and her eyes were hard. "I do not intend to be a Christian any more not ever any more. It is all over. I hate them. I think they are horrible. Christianity is nothing it is a cheat and ministers are the worst of all." "Rosalie, my little girl, have I done some- thing?" he cried in a startled voice, for this was new even to him, who had coped with the moods of daughters for many years. "Oh, father, not you how can you think that ? Listen. It is that wicked, abominable old married Boltman. What do you suppose he did? I came in from school, and Doris was at the store. He said I was the loveliest thing he had ever seen, and I said, 'Thanks,' very curtly, for I thought it was downright impudence, that's what I thought. And before I could even dream of such a thing, he put his arms around me and kissed 122 THE SERPENT me twice kissed me right on the lips. He did." She had spoken in a low voice, but every word fell so clearly, so distinctly, that it was almost as if she had shouted aloud. "Rosalie !" said her father in a hoarse whisper, and Rosalie could see that his hands shook. "He did. He kissed me twice. Is that all the ministry stands for ? And he is married, and has children of his own and he is in our home, and I why, I am only a kid." "And can one man kill your faith in the sanctity of the ministry one man, Rosalie?" "There may be some other decent ones besides you but how can I tell which ones they are? How can anybody tell?" she wailed. "They all come praying, and saying sweet and gentle things how can you tell which ones are true and which ones are like Boltman?" "We have always had the wolves inside the fold, dear. And of old, you know, they had their false prophets teaching error." Rosalie drooped her head against his arm, an3 123 did not speak. The gentle, so dearly loved voice, seemed to comfort her. "I had hoped I have tried to keep my life so clean before you girls that if ever a time should come, like this, when your faith was put to the test, you could look at me and say, 'But there is father.' I have always felt it was a part of father- hood, to be a living proof before the children of the home. I must have failed you some time." Rosalie clung to him, shaking her head in vio- lent denial. "He ought to be put out of the church," she whispered. "We are human, Rosalie, as well as ministers. And human flesh is not invincible. God is very, very reasonable with us. David betrayed his trust, but God forgave him. Peter denied his Lord, but was restored to favor. I think that God forgives us when we fail Him even yet even we ministers if we go to Him for purg- ing." "But, father, if the ministry can't keep a man good what can?" 124 THE SERPENT "Nothing but the spirit of the Lord, working in us, nothing else, Rosalie. And have you lost all confidence in the ministry?" Rosalie squirmed. "Not in you, dearest. Just in the rest of it." "Oh, Rosalie, is your faith so small? People on whom I counted have failed me many times, yet I trust the next one just the same." "You have more trust to begin with than I have. And he looked so ugly, father in his eyes. I hate to think that women have to sit in the church and look up to him in the pulpit God's pulpit, that is sacred." "Rosalie, I want to talk to you just a minute, and then I shall go down and leave you alone to think it over by yourself. Of all the ministers we have had in our home, he is the first to be- tray our trust. Only one, out of the dozens we have had. I put it to your sense of justice, to your belief in fair play. Your finger is pricked by the thorn on the stem of the rose, but you do not turn your eyes from all the lovely roses for- ever after. The dog goes mad and bites the hand 125 LEAVE IT TO DORIS that has petted hirn, but you do not say all dogs must suffer death. One girl who has been your friend is false to the friendship and betrays your confidence, but you do not deny yourself the friendship of other girls on that account. Many a woman has been deceived by her lover, but she does not shut her heart to love and truth the rest of her life because of that. And many parents have been cut to the quick by the ingratitude and the disloyalty of a much-loved child, but they do not turn deaf ears to the claims of other children. It may be consistent, Rosalie, to say that if one of a species betrays you none of that species can be trusted it may be consistent, but it is not generous, it is not kind, it is not womanly. Think it over, dearest, and I shall come to you again after while." Then he went down-stairs, and stood grimly at the window waiting until Mr. Boltman turned in at the gate of the manse, and went out the stone walk to meet him. "Have you decided about the meetings yet, 126 THE SERPENT Brother?" asked Mr. Boltman eagerly, not noting the white lines on the face of his host. "Yes, I have decided. I am going out to the garage come along, will you?" After a while Rosalie came down-stairs looking for her father, and she hovered close to Doris as if enjoying the protection of her nearness, but offering no explanations, and Doris asked no (questions. So the two were together when the kitchen door banged open, and Zee and Treasure, trembling and pallid, rushed in upon them. "What is it?" cried Doris nervously. "What is the matter? Did something happen?" "Oh, awful," cried Zee, quivering. "Father and Mr. Boltman had a fight." "What?" "They came into the barn we were in tfie haymow, and father asked if he was going to ex- plain something, and Boltman laughed kind of funny and said, 'Oh, be reasonable, Artman, you know we are all human.' And father said, and his voice sounded very grim and like an arch- 127 LEAVE IT TO DORIS angel, or something, and he said, 'Yes, thank God, we are, but some of us have manhood enough to make us good to children and loyal to our friends.' And father said, 'There is some- thing in the Bible about the man who puts a stum- bling block in the way of one of His little ones And you have put a block in the path of faith for one of the children of the church.' And Boltman said, 'Won't you pray with me, Brother?' And father said, 'Yes, in a minute. But first I have to let you know what I think of you.' And father knocked him down He did that very thing, we were peeking through the cracks, and Boltman's nose bled something awful. Then father got a piece of waste out of the car, and wet it at the hydrant and gave it to Boltman to wipe the blood off, and then he said, 'Now we will pray.' And they knelt down What did father say in his prayer, Treasure ? I was so scared I couldn't hear good." "He said, 'Oh, God, wash the heart of this man who professes to be thy minister, and teach him loyalty, teach him tenderness, teach him purity!' 128 or something like that. And he said, 'And, dear God, help me to remove that stumbling block from the path of Thy little one/ And then father said, 'Now get out. I will pack your bag and send it to the train for you/ " "And father struck out through the meadow as fast as he could go, and Boltman wiped the rest of the blood off, and went toward town, and" "Whatever in the world do you suppose " "We must not ask any questions, girls," said Doris quickly, without glancing at Rosalie's face. "It is something connected with the ministry, and you know those things are sacred to father. So we must not ask about it, but let it pass." Rosalie's eyes were suddenly very bright, and she turned and ran breathlessly up the stairs. She knew that when her father was ready, he would come to her. And after a time, came father, with a little of shame in his eyes, and a flush on his face. "And how is the Problem now?" he asked 'gently. 129 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "All solved," she cried. "A fatherly blow from a strong right arm was the answer." "I You How " "The girls were in the haymow, but they do not know what it is all about, and Doris said we preachers must not ask questions in a case like that." "Rosalie," he said, "some people say that God does not watch over us, and guard us. Yet Provi- dence certainly kept that man out of the house when you first told me, I am afraid I could have killed him there was hate in my heart not now, dear. And believe this, dear, I did not strike him in anger. I thought it over carefully and de- cided it would do him good. But I did not hit him furiously, or wildly it was deliberate." "Then you do not always believe in turning the other cheek ?" "I do not believe in carrying it to the point of offering another daughter to the man who of- fends," he said quickly. "I think," she said thoughtfully "I believe a false prophet was probably the Serpent in the 130 THE SERPENT Garden of Eden. They are very upsetting, you know I am sure it was nothing less than a bad minister that overcame Eve's scruples." "Perhaps." And then he added wistfully, "Do you still have that feeling of abhorrence for us preachers ?" "Oh, father, nobody could lose confidence in the ministry when you emphasize your argument with your muscle. It is all over. Isn't it a good thing I know you ? For you could cancel a dozen bad preachers, for me at least. I'm sorry for the way I talked. It was very foolish, and very wicked. Why, do you know, for a while, I ac- tually held God resoonsible for that creature? I thought, 'How can God allow such a monster to go about preaching His gospel ?' And then, after you talked to me, I saw that he was only the ser- pent trying to despoil God's vineyard." "Oh, Rosalie, how many of us do that very thing. Instead of thanking God for the lovely vineyard He has given us, we blame Him for the serpent curling at the roots. Yet the serpent is not all powerful even we have strength to drive 131 LEAVE IT TO DORIS him away God saw to that. But no, instead of using our strength as it was intended, we say, 'God should not allow the serpent in the vine- yard !' Then it is all over, and you are still glad and proud to be one of 'Us Preachers/ are you?" "Gladder and prouder than ever," she said warmly, but her father saw in her eyes a little dark shadow of disillusionment that had never been in Rosalie's bright eyes before. CHAPTER VII DISCIPLINE << /^ > \H, we had a perfectly glorious time, V^/Doris," cried Rosalie, skipping into the manse with her face fairly glowing. "It is such a lovely crowd, and we have such laughing times together and we got whole sacks full of hickory nuts, and Bert gave me his share, too. Is supper ready? I am so hungry. We thought we had twice too much lunch, but we ate it all, and were tempted to raid the orchards coming home, we were so ravenous. Do hurry along, there's a nice General. Do we have to wait for anybody?" "Oh, Rosalie, how young you are when you are hungry," cried Doris affectionately. "It isn't nearly time for dinner, but we'll eat as soon as the girls come. Father won't be here to-night, and we only have cream potato soup, but you love it, and I made heaps. Aren't the girls in sight? They promised to come early and " 133 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Yes, here they come. [You dish up the soup t and I'll carry it in." So with a great deal of chattering and laugh*- ter, and endless running back and forth, Rosalie pulled up the chairs and carried the plates of soup to the table, waltzing Doris to her place just as the younger girls came in. "Hurry, hurry," begged Rosalie. "Father isn't here to-night, so you needn't take time to brush. For once I am glad we don't have to wait for the blessing." So the girls rushed to the table, and when Rosalie was happily immersed in her soup, Doris said, rather shyly : "I am glad you spoke of the blessing, Rosalie, for I want to say something about that myself, and I haven't had the nerve, though I have been thinking of it for quite a while. I think it is a shame for us preachers to sit down and eat with- out giving thanks, just because father is not here to do the talking for us." Rosalie paused, spoon li f ted in mid-air. "Mercy, General, are you brave enough to tackle that ?" 134 DISCIPLINE "I agree with you, Doris," said Zee promptly. "I feel like a heathen when we eat without the blessing. And I think you and Rosalie ought to be ashamed of yourselves." "I am willing to take my turn," said Treasure, "if you won't be critical." "Why, Treasure, you dear little thing. Then is it all settled that we take turns giving thanks when father is away ? For I believe father thinks we do it right along, and I should be ashamed to let him know we don't." "I can't I am too young," said Zee bashfully. "You aren't too young to thank father when he gives you a nickel." "Well, I will try it once, but I speak for the last turn. And if Rosalie so much as smiles I'll never do it " "Say, do you think I am an infidel ?" demanded Rosalie indignantly. "Of course I shall not smile. Go ahead, then, General, begin." She dropped her spoon and shut her eyes. "Maybe shall we do you think I ought 135 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Let's draw cuts to see who takes the first plunge," cried Zee. "I'll hold the straws while the rest of you draw." "Zee, sit down. I am surprised at you. We must not draw cuts about the blessing. I will be- gin." Doris looked anxiously about the table, scanning her sisters' faces for signs of amuse- ment, but they were preternaturally grave and earnest. So in a meek and lowly voice, in a manner that spoke of anything but a pharisaical blasting of trumpets, Doris asked a blessing on their food. And the girls sighed with satisfaction when she said Amen, proclaiming their comfort in having conformed to the ministerial proprieties, and kept the sanctity of the manse intact. "We had a perfectly ducky time to-day," said Rosalie, while Doris was refilling her plate with soup. "We got a half a bushel of nuts apiece, and Bert gave me his besides, on condition that I in- vite him to help eat them once a week." "By the way, who went nutting to-day, any* how?" asked Zee suddenly. 136 DISCIPLINE "We did our college bunch.'* "It was not your Sunday-school class, was it ?" Rosalie flashed a questioning look at her sis- ter. "No, it was not the class exactly," she said reluctantly. "The girls are in my class, though." "Was it the whole class?" persisted Zee. "Why are you asking so many questions? What difference does it make to you who went? Whatever made you think of the Sunday-school class anyhow ?" "We met little Nora Gordon on the street to- day, and she asked if you went nutting, and who went along, and I said Mabel and Frances and Gloria and Annabelle and Sara and the college boys. And she said, "Then it was their Sunday- school class, and they didn't invite my sister and she feels awful/ " "Oh, mercy," said Rosalie, "we tried to keep it from her that is, we didn't suppose she would find out anyhow, it was a college crowd, and Alicia Gordon does not go to college." "Did all the rest of the class go except Alicia?" asked Doris. 137 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Well, yes, it isn't a very big class, you know, and we all go to college, except Alicia. She works. But is was a regular college crowd and the boys don't like Alicia, she never has a date with anybody. She is kind of poky." "You knew it would hurt her feelings if she found it out, didn't you?" "Well, perhaps, but we didn't intend she should find it out. I wonder who told her? It was a nasty little trick, and if you did it, Miss Zee "I didn't. What did I know about your old picnic? And when I saw how Nora felt, I told her over and over it was a college affair, didn't I, Treasure?" "Yes, but their feelings are hurt, anyhow." "Now, of course, you are blaming me, Doris, but we couldn't take her along. The boys don't care for her, and she can't expect us to make dates for her." "What is the matter with her?" "Nothing, but she sits around like a stick and never says boo. Boys make her nervous. I like her well enough myself, though she never says 138 DISCIPLINE much and clams up completely when a man heaves in sight. A pretty enough girl, and dresses well but what could we do with her on a nut- ting party?" "I think it was a very un-manse-like thing to do, and I am sorry." "I am sorry she found it out myself. But I hardly know her." "Why don't you know her, if she is in your class?" "She never goes where we go, and you just can't get acquainted with her." "Did you ever try?" "Um, not very hard, I suppose. She ought to meet one half-way." "Some people can't, and you know it. That is why they have us preachers, to go the whole way to meet those who can't, or won't, come a step toward us. I'm afraid you ought to be disci- plined, Rosalie." Zee leaped up, clapping her hands. "Good. Whip her, Doris. Go on, give her a good one, for once, the bad thing." 139 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Oh, Zee, Doris can't whip a big thing like Rosalie," protested Treasure anxiously. "Don't be silly, girls," said Rosalie. "I see what you mean, Doris, and I am quite willing. Pronounce the sentence, General." "Well, Alicia works on Saturday morning, but she is off in the afternoon, isn't she ? So the pun- ishment is that you must have her come and spend the afternoon and stay for supper and all night and go to Sunday-school with us the next morn- ing. Then you will have a good chance to get regularly acquainted with her." Rosalie went directly to the telephone. "Well, now is the Oh, Doris, not this week. We are going to stay all night at Adele's you know, and make taffy/' "I am sorry," said Doris gently. Rosalie soberly searched her sister's face a mo- ment, then without comment, called the number, and asked for Alicia. She gave the invitation in a friendly cordial voice, showing no hint of per- turbation or coercion, and after a moment's pause, Alicia accepted. 140 DISCIPLINE "But whatever in the world we are going to do with that solemn Alicia Gordon for eighteen hours, I do not know. You'll have to do most of the talking, Doris." "Oh, no, indeed; she is your guest. We put her in your hands absolutely and you alone will be responsible for her comfort." "But, General" "If she is my company, you won't get mucfi punishment out of it, will you?" Rosalie sighed heavily. "Eighteen hours > she will come right from work that means luncheon. Oh, Doris, you do not know what a blow she is. And a nice enough girl, too but whatever can we talk about for eighteen hours ?" Doris had no suggestions forthcoming, and to make the affliction greater, on Saturday she made unexpected arrangements to drive to the country with her father. "And you can get lunch for yourself and the girls, can't you, Rosalie dear?" "But Alicia Gordon" "Oh, she won't mind. I'll be home in time to 141 LEAVE IT TO DORIS have a nice dinner for you. Bye, Rosalie; good luck." Alicia arrived from her work almost as soon as Rosalie came in from a business meeting of the Literary Society, and a heated discussion of menus was immediately in progress. "You must help us, Alicia. We are trying to get up a fashionable company luncheon in your honor, and we can't think of anything fashion- able that I have brains enough to cook." Zee watched closely, but Alicia never so much as smiled, though any one might know Rosalie had meant to be funny. "Let's not be fashionable," she said evenly. "Let's figure out what is easiest to prepare, and have it." "Wouldn't be proper," insisted Rosalie. "Doris always wants us to be proper when we have com- pany." "French fried potatoes are fashionable," said Zee. "Too much work." "Corn fritters are nice," said Treasure. 142 DISCIPLINE "I do not like corn," said Alicia. They looked at one another soberly. "I tell you what," said Rosalie at last. "Let's go to the pantry and see what we can find." The four ran pell-mell to the pantry, and looked over the shelves hastily, but with thor- oughness. "A custard pie, thank goodness," said Rosalie. "That settles the dessert." "I am going to have this apple sauce and bread and butter," said Treasure suddenly. "You folks can get what you like." "Oh, I'm going to have toast and milk," cried Zee. "I'll toast it myself and " "I'd like a fried egg sandwich," said Alicia, "if you do not mind. And I want to fix it my- self. I just love them, and mother never has time to make them for our big family." "I'll have one, too," decided Rosalie. "Sup- pose you fix mine when you do yours, and I'll be making hot chocolate for all of us. And we'll have some sweet pickles if Zee will bring them from the cellar." 143 LEAVE IT TO DORIS In the confusion of getting four separate luncheons on one gas stove at the same minute, one could not find time for much formality. Zee stepped on Alicia's toes, and Alicia splashed hot butter on Treasure's hand, and Rosalie let the chocolate boil over on the eggs. But finally they were seated companionably about the table, and by that time they were fairly well acquainted. When luncheon was over, Zee and Treasure set about the dishes, and Rosalie and Alicia dis- appeared. But when Rosalie came into the kitchen on an errand a little later, Zee said : "She seems all right, I think. I bet she needs A beau." "What makes you think that?" "Well, you say you need them to keep your soul in to to I forgot just what you do say, but anyhow you always declare you can't be nor- mal without a beau. And I guess all girls are alike, so Alicia needs one, too." Rosalie went out of the kitchen, thinking hard. "I wonder " she said. "I believe I can She went directly to the telephone, and called Bert. 144 DISCIPLINE "I have a friend spending the night with me," she said. "A town girl. You know I told you I was busy and could not keep our date. But I won- der if you can't get another man and come and help us make candy?" Bert was desolated, but since Rosalie had said she was busy, he had made other arrangements he didn't care two cents about the girl they picked out for him wasn't it beastly luck He would break the date, that's what he'd do. Rosalie would not hear of it, and she stopped the conversation abruptly and looked at Alicia, "Men are all alike, aren't they? Here he has been telling me for two months that I am the only girl in college I shall get even with him. I'll just have a senior, and that will make him wild. Bob Harton is always asking me for dates, but is always just too late. So I can ask him perfectly all right, and we'll have him bring let me see I know Arthur Gooding, a 'post' and terribly sensible." So she ran to the telephone again, in spite of Alicia's protests, and called the second number. 145 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Oh, Bob," she began, "this is Rosalie Art- man. I am always taken when you try to make a date with me, so I thought I would try my hand on you. I have a town girl staying all night, and we want you to come and help us celebrate. And can't you ask Arthur Gooding to come ? I do not know him very well myself, but he is so sensible, and this is a very sensible girl, so they ought to get on wonderfully. Will you see ? Oh, that is just lovely." "I do not know how to talk to men, Rosalie, I never had a date in my life. I can't think of things to say." "Leave it to me," cried Rosalie blithely. "I can do most of the talking. And Arthur is so sen- sible you won't have to talk. Just sit back and look wise, and he will think you are wonderful. And Bob is lots of fun, and oh, it will be easy." The rest of the afternoon passed comfortably enough getting ready for the evening, and the girls had told the boys good night, and gone up- stairs before Rosalie remembered that Alicia was a bore. 146 DISCIPLINE When they went into their room for the night, she turned Alicia's face to the light and scruti- nized the bright quiet eyes, and the flushed but still placid face. "Marvels will never cease," she said solemnly. "I am not sensible, I don't want to be sensible, I don't even believe in sense, and I talk all the time, and the silliest talk I can think of but that perfectly dignified sober Arthur Gooding, who is a 'post,' fell for me like a flash, head over heels. And he was invited for you ! And you sat back in a corner saying as near nothing as possible, but that irrepressible Bob Harton could not keep three feet away from you all evening, and never took his eyes off your face once. Come now, 'fess up. Did he make a date with you?" "Three one for to-morrow, and two for next week," admitted Alicia, smiling softly. "Isn't he funny and bright?" Rosalie turned her back, and stared up at the ceiling. "Well," she said at last, "I always have thought you quiet girls were dangerous, if you ever get started." 147 LEAVE IT TO DORIS Alicia came over to her suddenly, and said, "Thank you for getting me started. I had a lovely time. I thought you did not like me, Rosalie. You'll forgive me, won't you ?" Rosalie flung her arms impulsively around Alicia's shoulders. "I had a lovely time myself. And I do like you but I shall try to forgive you, if you never do it again," she said virtuously. But as they were getting into bed, she said sud- denly, "Isn't that Zee the shrewd one, though?" And Alicia wondered what Zee had to do with the question in hand. CHAPTER VIII THE BISHOP DORIS went to bed very early in the first place, a thing she firmly resolved never to do again under any circumstances. Zee and Treasure were soundly and sweetly sleeping. Father had gone, in the car, to some very for- mal and dignified affair where there were to be two college presidents and a Methodist bishop, and no one ever knows when to expect folks home if there is a bishop in it. Rosalie was spending the evening with one of her friends, and just an hour ago had telephoned that she was going to spend the night, and Doris should not wait up for her. So in the face of all that, there was nothing for Doris to do but go to bed. But she could not sleep. She tossed and tumbled, and finally, after counting both sheep and stars long and persist- ently, and after repeating to herself all the sooth- 149 LEAVE IT TO DORIS ing and sleep-provoking poetry she could think of, she did fall into a troubled slumber. A long time afterward she became conscious of vague unrest. It must be terribly late, yet Doris was acutely certain that some one was moving around doing something things evidently were not right She slipped out of bed, and drew her flannel kimono about her. In the next room, her younger sisters were sleeping heavily. Her father's door was ajar, and she peered in, noting the humpy outlines of the beautiful blue and white Ladies' Aid quilt over the tall figure. Then a sudden glance from the hall window; beside her sent a chill to her very heart. The door of the barn the "garage" now, by grace of dear Mr. Davison's red car was slowly, softly opening. A man stepped out from the shadow and passed inside, the door swinging wide behind him. Then came the whirr of the engine, as he stepped on the starter. Like a flash Doris leaped into her father's room, and clutched his shoulders. 150 THE BISHOP "Run, run," she shouted lustily. "Run for your life. Some one is stealing the car. Father!" Under the exertion of her strong arms, the figure rose quickly in the bed, and a long shaft of moonshine rested across his face and it was a stranger. Doris stared at him in amazement, holding the flannel robe about her throat more tightly, and then she sank back away from him, still staring. "Who are you?" "I am the bishop, my dear," he answered, too startled to remember he wasn't the only bishop in the world. "Your father brought me home with him to spend the night. Isn't he here? Why, where is he ? He came to bed with me." "Good night," said Doris, with icy dignity, and she arose and swept haughtily from the room. At the hall window she heard again the spin of the motor, and the low purr as the engine leaped into action, and the car rolled out of the garage. It was father, of course and bare- headed, too, in the middle of the night an idi- otic thing for a minister to do, going off for a 151 LEAVE IT TO DORIS midnight joy-ride leaving a bishop in his bed Well, Doris should worry! If a preacher couldn't take care of himself, who could? She went resolutely back to bed, but not to sleep. Where in the world had father gone? [Why had he brought a bishop into their home, and put him to bed, and then sneaked off and left him there? And by every conceivable stretch of the imagination that fellow in father's bed was too young to do any respectable bishoping, she ;was sure of that. Maybe he had only pretended to be a bishop, and father had discovered the de- ception, and gone for the sheriff or oh, dear! If he was a bishop, Doris knew that no one on earth but the Methodists would have such a young one. The Presbyterians did not approve of bishops in the first place, but if they did, they would have old ones with gray hair and wrinkles. When she heard the car run into the garage again she leaped from her bed and hurried down- stairs. Her father and Rosalie were coming in together, laughing as unconcernedly as though bishops were every-day occurrences. 152 THE BISHOP "Oh, Doris, father was so excited about the bishop he forgot me," giggled Rosalie. "You said you were not coming home," said Doris indignantly. "I changed my mind. I have a class at eight in the morning, and I was afraid I might not make it. So I just phoned father to call for me in the car, and he told me to wait until he got there, and I did, but he forgot me." "The bishop came home with me, and " "Don't I know it?" interrupted Doris hotly. "And I forgot Rosalie, and then when we got to bed I remembered. And the bishop was asleep so I slipped out, and '* "Good night," said Doris curtly, and stalked up the stairs like an offended Lady Macbeth. "Isn't she dramatic?" laughed Rosalie. "Would it shock the church if we put her on the stage?" "I wonder what happened? Well, let's go to bed, she'll be all right in the morning." "Aren't you hungry, 'fath'? Let's raid the ipantry, shall we? That will be a good joke on Doris, to pay her for her airs." 153 LEAVE IT TO DORIS After the lunch they crept softly up-stairs to bed, and Rosalie kept up a pleasant chattering conversation which Doris met with unfriendly silence. What in the world would the bishop think of her? Whatever were they going to have for breakfast? Of course, father had always been free to bring people whenever he liked but a bishop ! Oh, well ! The next morning she ran down-stairs very early, and took stock of the stores in the pantry. For the first time she almost wished she had chosen the cow instead of the car real cream would cover so many breakfast shortages. For- tunately there was one can of peaches in the cellar they were being saved for a special occa- sion, but nothing could be any more special than a bishop. They could not have oatmeal, for Rosa- lie and father had finished off the milk. There were three eggs she might cook them for the bishop, and tell him the family was on diet ridiculous! She might make pancakes that would be ample excuse for Doris to remain in the kitchen, too, and although she was a social 154 THE BISHOP soul, she did not yearn to appear before that bishop, in spite of wondering whether he could truly be as young as he had looked in the moon- light in the middle of the night. She stirred up the batter with commendable zeal. "Doris," came an imperative call from Zee at the head of the stairs. "Oh, Doris !" And Zee's voice was shrill and penetrating. "Do ris! Make Rosalie give back my blue ribbon she borrowed it and she can't!" "Ummmmmm," muttered Doris grimly. "Wouldn't that be sure to happen on a bishop morning?" She ran to the bottom of the stairs. "Rosalie, you can't borrow it if Zee won't lend it," she said softly, but in a determined voice. "But I am surprised that Zee would refuse " "I didn't refuse," protested Zee. "I am always willing to lend things. But she did not ask. She just snitched it." "Zee, you must not say snitched." "She may borrow it, if she asks, and says please," said Zee. 155 LEAVE IT TO DORIS Then Rosalie flashed into the hall and dropped on her knees, both hands outstretched, and cried, "Oh, sweet young sister, for the sake of my im- mortal beauty, may I " "Rosalie!" " 'Scuse me, General. Please, fair Zee, may I borrow this bonny blue ribbon to wear in my golden locks? And you'd better say yes, for I'm going to borrow it anyhow." Zee promptly pushed her over backward, and Rosalie leaped up and made a whirling rush at Zee, who tore into her own room, where Doris could hear them bouncing into the middle of the bed with a resounding spring and then came stifled laughter, and squeals, and Doris ran breathlessly up the stairs. She looked soberly at the flushed and laughing girls, all tangled up in the bed-clothes on the floor, and then she closed the door. "Rosalie, what will the bishop think?" "Oh, mercy, I forgot the bishop," cried Rosa- lie. "Zee Artman, you bad thing, see what you've done. You've shocked a bishop, and now he will 156 THE BISHOP say we Presbyterians are not orthodox. It was all your fault " "Bishop? What bishop? Where's he at? Where'd we get him? You don't mean to say father brought a bishop here without a week's notice? Isn't that like a preacher?" "Oh, girls, please get dressed and come and help me. The house is a sight. Treasure left that sticky stuff " "Papier-mache," said Treasure with dignity. "It is very scholastic, we use it to make maps with. I guess it won't shock a bishop. But don't call it sticky stuff say papier-mache." "I do not care what it is called, dear, it must not be left all over the chairs in the dining-room not when there is a bishop in the state." "It is a shame, General, that's what it is," said Rosalie penitently. "We'll just fly now, and help like good preachers. You run back to your pan- cakes, and don't worry." They made so much haste after that to atone for their mischief that almost immediately they were down-stairs. Treasure hurriedly straight- 157 LEAVE IT TO DORIS ened the living-room, Rosalie set the table most irreproachably, and Zee slipped into the back yard and picked some golden glow. "Oh, the roots were on the Davis side of the fence, but what I picked was on our side," she declared when Doris frowned at her. So Rosalie arranged the flowers in a big blue bowl on the table, and when the bishop and their father came down-stairs laughing agreeably, everything was lovely, and the girls were spotlessly clean, soft as to voice, and gentle as to manner. And although the bishop's eyes twinkled a little, his face was properly grave. He was not even as old as their father think of that now and a bishop and he had a way of telling stories which was quite attractive in regular preachers but seemed a little out of harmony in a bishop and in a few min- utes they were all good friends. "Is this the whole family?" asked the bishop, smiling on the three girls with approval. "My oldest daughter, Doris, is getting break- fast. As a special treat, she is giving us pan- cakes and maple sirup, and she feels they require 158 THE BISHOP her constant presence. She will be in presently, however." Doris, listening at the door, could have blessed her father for the words. He had spoken of the pancakes as a favor instead of dire necessity and perhaps the bishop would think that ordi- narily they had common things like bacon and eggs, and hot muffins, and strawberry preserves, and grapefruit. More than that, he had offered a half apology for her absence, and Doris flatly refused to appear. She would cook for the bishop, she would wash his dishes and make his bed but look him in the face she could not. Presently they went out to the table, and Zee carefully carried the platter of cakes to the table, and later took it back to the kitchen for refilling. And Rosalie chattered, and smiled into the bish- op's eyes for practise, she said afterward, not because she really hoped to dazzle a bishop, and the breakfast went smoothly on. Doris, in the kitchen, flapped the cakes over, and pulled the griddles back and forth with a fury none the less real because it perforce was 159 LEAVE IT TO DORIS silent, for in spite of her resentment not one sound would she permit to reach the ears of the bishop in her dining-room. And the heat of the stove made her cheeks crimson, and her bad dis- position made her eyes like bright sweet stars. When breakfast was over the bishop seated himself comfortably with a paper in a far corner of the living-room where he was out of the way, and Rosalie ran off to college. After doing up the dishes, the younger girls also hurried to school, and Mr. Artman went out to the garage to look over the motor not that he knew any- thing about motors, but because all conscientious owners of autos do it. Doris was very much ashamed of her childish temper by this time, but after so long an absence she had not the heart to appear properly and humbly before the bishop to welcome him to the manse, and she stuck resolutely to the kitchen getting things ready for dinner. Still the bishop rocked comfortably in the living-room, the door open between him and the dining-room through which Doris must pass to reach the other part of 160 THE BISHOP the house. And there was so much to be done up-stairs maybe she could slip out to the barn and make father take the odious bishop for a ride. Well, did you ever! There came a sudden light knock on the kitchen door, and before Doris had time to slip off the table where she had been swinging her heels in perplexity it opened, and the bishop's friendly face appeared. "Good morning. May I come in? How busy you are to-day. I am afraid I have caused you extra work. You are Miss Doris, aren't you? I shall never forget the hand that is responsible for those delicious pancakes." "Can you ever forget the hand that jerked you out of dreamland in the middle of the night?" she asked, laughing, the last trace of her anger vanishing forever. Then they were friends, and since any one could see plainly there was nothing in the house that needed her particular attention, she took the bishop into the yard and they walked under the bare branches of the maples, dragging their feet 161 LEAVE IT TO DORIS through the crinkly fallen leaves, and then they visited father in the garage, teasing him for his motor madness. And it was lunch time before one could realize that breakfast was entirely a thing of the past. Doris could have apologized for her rudeness very easily, for the bishop had a way of helping one to speak. But she knew it was not necessary, for the bishop also had a way of understanding even when words were left unsaid. And Doris wondered how he ever came to be a Methodist ! As Rosalie said afterward, "You ought to know better than to feed a man such pancakes if you want to be enemies with him." And as Zee pointed out very plainly, "His age has nothing to do with it. He was married once, and you could not expect them to un-bishop him just because his wife died I suppose bishops' wives can die if they want to, like anybody else." And as Treasure insisted, "Doris is a lovely thing, in spite of being a general, and why shouldn't the bishop enjoy a manse for a change?" 162 THE BISHOP At all events, the bishop tore himself away from the manse with the most utter and apparent reluctance, and kept coming back now and again in a way that was flattering, as well as unprece- dented. And Mr. Artman began to look at his oldest daughter with puzzled wondering eyes, with something of pain in them and the pan- cakes got better right along. "Isn't it funny how regular bishops are, when you get to know them?" Doris said to Rosalie. "Why, I don't see any objection to them at all we Presbyterians might have a few of our own." Then she said, "But between you and me, I think it is lots more fun to talk to people you don't understand, and do not know, and perfect strangers, you know, who are very friendly. It is so much more thrilling." "But how could one be a perfect stranger and still be very friendly?" laughed Rosalie. "Why, very easily indeed. You don't know; him, who he is, or where he lives, or anything but when you are together you are great friends." "Who are you talking about ?" 163 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Why, anybody. Just any stranger that you do not know, but who has a way of being very intimate." "Doris, you are dreaming," cried Rosalie. "Whoever heard of such a thing? If you are Ultimate, he can't be a stranger. If you are inti- mate, you've got to know each other." "Oh, not necessarily. Not by any means." "Well, for my part, I prefer people I know and like people who sit down in the big chair and read the paper and act human." Doris laughed gleefully. "I don't/' she said. "For once you are more sensible than I am. I like perfect strangers that I do not know a thing about but can tell from their eyes that they are good I like people who just flit around, and come and go like wizards." CHAPTER IX THE RUNAWAYS TREASURE and Zee were in the garage, studying history in the roomy back seat of the red car. "Father is very pettish about some things," said Zee, suddenly banging the covers of the his- tory together. "Why in the world does he al- ways say we are too young to drive? He taught Doris, and she grips the wheel like mad a very unprofessional thing to do, everybody says so. And he taught Rosalie, and she goes tearing along, smiling here and nodding there, and nearly runs over dogs and wagons and But he says we are too young, though you are very cautious, and I am smart for my age. I know perfectly well how she goes." They dropped their books on the floor and clambered over into the front seat, Zee at the wheel. "First you turn this little business, and then 165 LEAVE IT TO DORIS you put this sparker thing here, and bang down with your heel on that, and push out with your left foot, and pull this thing back into low, and give it the gas, and away you go, tralalalala." "That is right," said Treasure. "You do know, sure enough. I have watched them hundreds of times." "So have I," said Zee in a discontented voice. "But that's all the good it does. They won't let us, though we know how, perfectly well. Treas- ure, don't you think maybe father would let us drive if we could prove to him that we know how? He says we are too young to learn, but if we show him we have learned already he cer- tainly wouldn't have much argument left." "Father is rather particular." "But think how useful it would be if we knew how then if anybody should get sick, or die in a hurry, we could rush after father in the car, and I am sure he would not object, if we could just show him. Let's practise by ourselves a little, and then he won't say a word. Think how surprised he will be." 166 THE RUNAWAYS "Maybe you could not stop it." "Why, you just turn the key, that's all. It is perfectly simple. A child could do it. Look out and see if there is any one around, will you? I know I can do it." Treasure dutifully looked, and no one was in sight. "How surprised they will be. Won't we have the laugh on them when we come driving up to the door?" So Treasure opened the door of the garage and got in beside her sister again. Zee sat up very straight, and pursed her lips together. "First, turn the key." "Yes." Zee turned the key. "Now put the sparker business down in the middle." "Yes." Zee put it down. "Step on the starter." "Yes." Zee stepped on it. 167 LEAVE IT TO DORIS This produced a low aimless whirr, quite pow- erless. "Pull up that little flooder thing," said Treas- ure. "Father always does that." Zee pulled it to the tiptop, and banged her heel on the starter again. This time the enticing tug told her the engine had caught, and was ready for action. "Push with the left foot and put her in low," aid Zee, between her teeth. She found it took quite a vicious pull on the gears to "put her in low." And the instant it clicked into place, the car shot forward out of the garage with a violent pull that dashed them against the seat and took their breath away. And there was a tearing and crashing of wood the garage door was none too wide "Father's fault," shouted Zee, pulling on the wheel for dear life. "Just splintered a little." "Slow up," cried Treasure. The car was in the main road now, swerving over the corner to the right, which fortunately was a low grassy bank with no curbing. Zee, 168 "Why, you just turn the key, that's all' THE RUNAWAYS rocking dizzily in her seat, moved the wheel from side to side at such a furious pace that she kept the car almost inside the road, and clear of the ditches on either side. "Go slow," begged Treasure. "I can't," cried Zee. "She must be leaking." After two blocks of riotously dangerous rid- ing, Zee remembered that if she shoved with her left foot it did something to stop it and she shoved, and the engine lifted, and the car slowed down. She turned a white anxious face toward Treas- ure. "That was some speed," she gasped. "Watch the road, Zee. You had the gas thing in the middle instead of the sparker thing" "Oh, sure enough, wasn't that silly?" Zee put the hand feeder in its proper place and prepared to start again. "I know how to drive this car I know how, and I will do it," she said between her teeth. She put it into low again, and started once more, very slowly. 169 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Put it into second now," suggested Treasure. Zee shoved the gear shift grimly forward into reverse and there was a grinding of wheels and a curious sound of stripping gears that would have broken the heart of an older driver. Zee discovered her mistake, and remedied it quickly, pulling the gear into low once more, ready for a fresh start. "Oh, Zee, let me drive," begged Treasure. "I am sure I can do it." By rare good fortune, Zee succeeded in getting it into second gear, and finally, with a tearing racket, into high, and leaned back in her seat. "This is something like, now," she panted, releasing her scarlet lip from between her teeth. "The fender is all bent," mourned Treasure. "Oh, father'll fix it. See how well we're going now." Treasure said nothing. They were not yet home, and there was a wagon coming toward them. Zee swung the car to the right to pass the wagon too far she was fairly in the ditch at 170 THE RUNAWAYS the side with a wild turn of the wheel they bumped into the road again, the fender banging the back wheel of the wagon. "Hay, you blithering " shouted the man an- grily, and then, seeing their predicament, he pulled off to the side of the road and turned about in his seat staring after them. Zee, panic-stricken at the collision, lost her wits completely, and couldn't remember how to stop it but kept jamming desperately on the gas feeder, harder and harder, swinging along the road, swaying from side to side, while Treas- ure, with one long cry of agony slid into the bot- tom of the car and clasped her hands over her ears. The car dashed madly on, and between bursts Zee pulled everything in sight and pushed every- thing she could find but that car was a demon it went over hills and through ditches like a thing possessed. It swung around wagons, and ran down a flock of chickens, and oh, kindly Providence, which watches over straying preacher bodies of its own free will, though guided, of 171 LEAVE IT TO DORIS course, by a friendly predestination the car went slower, and slower, with a funny choking powerless sound quite unlike its natural brisk chug, and presently Zee's scattered wits returned to her. She turned the key, and the car stopped. Treasure, sobbing pitifully, untangled herself from the gears, and stumbled out of the car. "I drove it," quivered Zee, and she opened the door and stepped out falling limply on the ground. Treasure, forgetting her own plight, ran to Zee's assistance. "Nothing at all's the matter," stammered Zee, smiling pluckily. "Just wobbly, that's all can't stand on myself." So Treasure sat down beside her in the road, and they had a heart-restoring cry in each other's tender arms, the dust of the road mingling with their bitter tears and leaving tell-tale tracks upon their sorry faces. Zee recovered first. "Crazy old thing, 11 she said with a vicious little: Icick at the bent fender. "I always said Doris should have chosen the cow." 172 THE RUNAWAYS "What shall we do now?" asked Treasure helplecsly. "I am going to sit right here until father comes and finds us. Oh, Treasure, you'd better drive it off to the side of the road and " "Who me? Not on your life. I won't toucH it. It is bewitched." "Somebody will run into it then. Let's push it." Treasure had serious objections even to that form of locomotion, for she felt in her inmost soul that the only way to keep that red demon stopped was never to give it a start. But as Zee was insistent, she finally consented to get behind and give a grudging push. Due, however, to the fact that it was still in gear, and the brakes were set, they could not budge it. So they went off to the side of the road where it could not fall on them if anybody did run into it and waited. After a time a car came along, passed by, slowed up and stopped. The driver leaned over the door of his car and asked pleasantly: "Are you in trouble, girls? Can I help you?'* 173 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Oh, no, thank you, we are waiting for father," said Zee primly. The driver regarded them curiously. "Don't you think you'd better pull off to the side of the road a little ? Pretty narrow passing there." The girls looked at the road in surprise. "Why, so it is. Isn't that too bad ?" "Can you drive off to the side ?" "No, indeed, father does not allow us to drive." "I'll give you a push," he said very obligingly, and came at once to their assistance. He frowned a little when he saw the car in gear, and the brakes set, but he released them without com- ment, and the girls helping bravely, the disgraced red car was moved out of the main road. "Shall I tow you back to town?" The girls winced visibly. Be towed home in Disgrace rather would they sit there and freeze and starve and die of hunger and thirst forever. "Oh, no, thank you. We'll just wait for father." "Where is your father?" 174 THE RUNAWAYS "He isn't here just now," said Zee faintly. So the man drove slowly away, looking back now and then. The girls, in spite of the dust, did not sit in the car. They would not trust them- selves alone in that car under any circumstances. Instead they went soberly up the bank and sat down again, side by side. Once in a while Zee wiped her pale brow wearily. "Such a life," she muttered once. "Here comes something now," said Treasure, looking hopefully down the road toward town. "Maybe it is father." "Horseback rider." "I hope he does not offer to tow us home." "If he does, I shall tell him to mind his own business." As the rider drew near, the girls leaned for- ward and studied his features. "He will laugh at us," said Treasure sadly. "That is worse than offering to tow us home. It is that horribly sarcastic Curious Cat that kept the Crab from arre-sting us when we trespassed on his ugly old ditch." 175 LEAVE IT TO DORIS Zee flipped over on the ground and buried her face in her hands. "I will not look at him. Tell him I am dead, tell him Tell him anything, but I can not let that hateful old thing look at me and grin." "Zee," begged Treasure, "sit up and be de- cent. I can't talk to him. Sit up, and help me." Zee was obdurate. So Treasure, determined not to face the Curious Cat without support, the landscape. The rider drew up beside the car, and stopped his horse. He looked intently at the two girls, who saw him not except from the very tip tails of their eyes. Then he examined the car, whis- tling cheerfully and his whistle was more ag- gravating than his laughter, if such a thing could be. He got off his horse presently and slipped the bridle over a fence post. Then he carefully inspected the bent fenders, and looked at the en- gine. And then wasn't he the most infuriating thing you ever saw in your life? from the pocket of his riding coat he pulled a package of 176 THE RUNAWAYS milk chocolate, and sauntered over to the bank where the girls still sat, oblivious of his presence. He flung himself on the ground near them and began nibbling the chocolate. Treasure's lips trembled with the shame of It. Zee twisted the toes of her shoes into the ground in impotent fury. The Curious Cat ate deliber- ately, soul fully, complacently, and tossed his hat to the ground, laying his head comfortably on his arm, his face toward the girls. And to add to the insult of his presence he began humming that idiotic little ditty about "two 6abes in the woods" in a soft sentimental tone. Zee stood it as long as she could. Then she sat up, seeming to blink the sleep from her bright eyes. "Why, Treasure Why, I did go to sleep, didn't I ?" Then she saw him, apparently for the first time. "Why, how do you do?" she said brightly. "Where did you come from? I drove and drove until I was so tired I couldn't stand it, and so we stopped to rest" 177, LEAVE IT TO DORIS ~v_ She held out a cordial hand, and he took it gravely. Then Treasure turned upon them, and said, "Why, you here? I was enjoying that > beautiful view." "Yes, I noticed that you were wrapped up in it. Had you a pleasant ride ?" "Oh, lovely. But I am not used to driving, and I got so tired. I don't believe I can ever get the thing home." "Maybe your sister can " "Oh, Treasure will not drive. She is afraid of motors." "Maybe I can take you home." "Oh, we want to walk. We are so stiff from riding. But won't you please take the car in we feel like walking ourselves it will do us good." He looked at them keenly. "Do you want some chocolate ?" The girls accepted it gratefully. "Suppose we go on to the Haunted House, and let the old grouch give us some tea ? I feel rather weak. Don't you?" he suggested finally. 178 THE RUNAWAYS "Very," they said with sincerity. "But father will find out I mean they will worry about us. We have been gone quite a while," protested Treasure. "He will not worry. He knows nobody would hurt nice little preacher girls like you. I am will^ ing more than willing to take the car home, but I've got to find a place to leave my horse, and I've got to have some tea. Is it a bargain of not ? You come with me for tea, I take you home and I will try to sneak you in the back way so your father will not catch you. But no tea, no sneak." Zee stood up. "Treasure, you may sit here and be ministerial if you like. I want some tea." "That is something like. Now, you drive the car down the road to tht rustic gate, and " "Who, me? I am tired of driving. I guess I won't go after all." "Well, then you girls must sit in the back seat and lead the horse. I shall drive slowly." "I feel more like walking. I do not want to ride." 179 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "It is a mile and a half, and you've got to get home some time. Don't be silly. I know how to handle a car." So in quivering fear the girls stepped in and he gave Zee the bridle. Then he started the car the treacherous, ungrateful thing! it went off as smoothly and gently as a perfect lady. How tenderly Zee thought at that moment of the Jer- sey they did not choose. Down the road they went very slowly, then up a long winding trail among the trees by the creek to the Haunted House, an old-fashioned rambling building with vines and flowers running riot in every direction. "Maybe he will not like it. He has a terrible disposition, you know." "We shall charm him. He and the house are haunted, but fifty cents will enslave them both." "Fifty cents would buy two gallons of gas,' 9 whispered Zee, shocked at the recklessness, but even her frankness did not extend to the point of protesting at the extravagance of a stranger especially when she needed tea. The Corduroy Crab greeted them as uncon- 180 THE RUNAWAYS cernedly as though they came by invitation, and took the bridle from Zee's hand. "Sir, we had a sad accident," said the Curious Cat in a respectful voice. "We are thirsty, tired, and much wiser. May we have a cup of tea on the porch in a hurry?" He slipped a half-dollar into the man's willing hand as he spoke. The Corduroy Crab seemed not at all sur- 1 prised. "Of course," he said briefly, and led the 'horse away. "Now there's a gentleman," said the Curious Cat appreciatively. "Took my money like a preacher." "What do you mean like a preacher?" de- manded Zee resentfully. But the Curious Cat did not seem to hear, fof he was piling soft cushions into wide porch chairs ;where the girls might sit in comfort A little later a black serving man came out and pulled a small table from a corner of the porch, arranging it deftly with doilies, and in less than five minutes the girls were eating chicken sand- wiches and drinking tea to be sure, they were 181 LEAVE IT TO DORIS not allowed to drink tea at home, but Zee said truly that their nerves required something out of the ordinary. And there was a small silver basket of chocolates on the table "Isn't that lucky?" said the Curious Cat, eying the candy greedily. "It is my one and only weak- ness. Apart from chocolate I am free from worldly affectations. But chocolate I eat it with every meal, and take a piece to bed at night. Without it I am become as a ravening wolf and a a thirsting camel. It does seem rather a re- fined and ladylike accomplishment for one as rough and rude as I one of the eccentricities of Nature, who played me many pranks." "Yes," said Treasure politely. "However do you suppose the Corduroy; Crab" "Zee!" "The what?" "Oh, excuse me He won't tell, Treasure. We call him the Corduroy Crab because he was so disagreeable, you know. I was just " "Pardon the interruption but do you mind 182 JHE RUNAWAYS telling me by what particular form of endear-! ment you designate me?" "The the Curious Cat,'* said Zee, though Treasure kicked her smartly under the table. "Because you were so cattish to us, making fun of us, and laughing. Very catty thing to do. And we added the Curious because you really are aw-< fully queer, you know." "And what were you wondering about the Crab?" "I was just wondering how he comes to have things fixed so lovely? It is wonderful here. It used to be all tumbly and crazy, and things grow- ing everywhere, and little funny animals and bugs shooting around in every direction it was awful. Father brought us once because we had to write a theme in school and we couldn't sleep for two nights." *'It still looks wild," said Treasure softly. "But it is such a lovely wildness all the ugly grime is gone, and the beauty of it is more beautiful than ever. And it doesn't make you shiver now it only makes you sad." 183 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "It does not make me sad," said Zee. "I am never sad when there are chicken sandwiches. And this china Well, I know it is better than ours at the manse, and it was given to us by our last Christian Endeavor, so you may know it is very nice indeed but this is better still and I believe to goodness these are regular silver spoons. And do you suppose the colored man is his servant? And hasn't he any wife? And do you think he bought this place ? I wonder where he got the money ? And why does he stay out of sight he ought to come and eat with us, since we are company?" The Curious Cat waved his arms helplessly. "I am trying to bring a spirit from the air to answer your questions. But it does not work. I am afraid I ate too many sandwiches. I never can do my enchantments when I eat more than six sandwiches at a sitting." "I think we ought to go," said Treasure. "I am afraid we are not just welcome. Wouldn't it be lovely to lie around here a whole day, Zee? But we have to go." 184 THE RUNAWAYS "Can you truly sneak us in without any one catching us?" "We are going to try." So they drove hurriedly home to the manse again, and the girls said good-by to their Curious Cat and felt that after all he had his good points. He did not say a word about the shattered door of the barn, and the girls did not wonder until he had li f ted his hat and disappeared how he was going to get back to his horse again. They closed the doors of the barn sadly and went into the house. How quiet and cool and beautiful the manse was that afternoon. They walked slowly, appre* ciatively through every room. Doris, sitting in the bay-window with the eternal mending, was like a glorious madonna, and they put their arms around her and kissed her tenderly, as girls re- turned from a long absence. But she took it very placidly. They saw Rosalie lying on her bed up- stairs, reading, and eating an apple. How pretty and dear Rosalie was. They stood in the door- way and looked at her almost worship fully. Out- 185 LEAVE IT TO DORIS side their father's study they stood a long time, thinking, but went at last to their own room and closed the door. A little later they heard their father at the telephone, asking questions but it was aimless conversation, they could make nothing of it. How strange it was that they had not been missed. Such wonderful things had happened, life had been spared to them by less than a frac- tion of an inch and here were their loved ones, Doris mending, Rosalie eating apples, father writing a sermon as serenely as though two dear young daughters had not just been returned to them from the shadow of the grave. They sat in their room, waiting, talking not at all. After a while Doris called them to supper, and they took their places in subdued silence. What a wonderful way father had of asking the blessing why, every word of it seemed to call Hown a benediction on every one at the table. And how good the dinner was they were not hungry, but it was delicious food, unbelievably 186 THE RUNAWAYS well cooked. And Doris in the big kitchen apron was exquisite. When they reached dessert, Zee rose to the height of public confession. "Father, Treasure and I and principally I, for I did it were very naughty. We took the car out of the garage, and smashed the door get- ting it out, and we drove into the country and nearly killed horses and wagons and autos and ran into ditches and bent the fenders and ran down a lot of chickens, and got stuck, and a man brought us home. We are very sorry." How calmly they took it ! a climactic, criminal thing like that after all, they were rather a sor- did family. Father looked at the girls soberly, noted their pale faces, the dark circles under their weary eyes. "I know it," he said at last gravely. "Oh, father, you knew it and you didn't try to find us?" There was pain and reproach in Treasure's voice. 187 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "I knew all that was happening," he said quickly, with a reassuring smile at Treasure. "Mr. Smelton telephoned that he helped you to the side of the road that was the first we knew of it. And a little later some one else I did not just get the name but he telephoned that he was giving you some tea, and you were quite safe, and he was going to bring you home." "It was that Curious Cat You know, Doris, the one who made the Corduroy Crab be good to us" "The Curious Cat? Oh, father, what was his name?" cried Doris, leaning way over the table in her eagerness. "It sounded like Saunders something like Saunders " "Saunders, nothing," cried Zee. "Saunders is the Corduroy Crab we heard that. Oh, it must have been him who phoned " "He." "Yes, he. Because the Curious Cat was not away long enough he just left a minute to see about the horse." 188 THE RUNAWAYS "And then he told Saunders to telephone " "Yes, of course." Doris sat back. "The old torment. How can anybody find out about such a curious old Curi- ous Cat?" she wondered to herself. In answer to her questions, the girls could tell little. "He does not live at the Haunted House, just the Corduroy Crab and the the " "The Courteous Coon," cried Zee. "Let's stick to our harmony." "They live there, and the Curious Cat lives somewhere very near and things are lovely at the Haunted House, there are flowers on the porch, and pictures, and curtains did you ever hear of such a thing? Soft brown curtains of silk rubbery stuff and it is lovely. And the vines are all red and gold, and the ground is a mass of fallen leaves." "Father, please tell us the punishment. It gives you such an empty feeling to have unknown punishments hanging over your head." "Oh, the punishment," he said, and started 189 LEAVE IT TO DORIS promptly for the door. "That is why we have a General. Leave it to her." The girls turned appealing faces toward Doris. "Tell us, General," they said, in the tone of mar- tyrdom. "You can not ride in the car again for three whole weeks. When the rest of us drive, you two must walk. And that is all for you have had quite a little punishment already." The girls thanked her warmly, and went out. In the hall they looked at each other lovingly, and smiled. "Isn't that ducky?" said Zee. "It is not any punishment at all. Somehow since this afternoon the smell of the engine makes me seasick." Treasure quivered. "Ducky? Oh, Zee, it is delicious. Suppose she had made us ride all day to-morrow. I couldn't have stood it." "Anyhow, I guess I proved that I can drive the ; car," said Zee stoutly. "Only, of course, since father does not wish me to, I shall never think of doing it until I am older." CHAPTER X MR. WIZARD DORIS had taken a sudden and unaccount- able predilection for morning strolls. The family did not understand it, for she had always been partial to her final morning nap. She did not neglect her work, no indeed, she was getting up early, very ridiculously early at five o'clock ! ' and then going around for a jaunt all by her- self wherever fancy prompted. To herself Doris admitted candidly that she wanted to see that awfully aggravating Curious Cat, as she called him to herself, though she re- proved the twins very seriously for the disre- spect fulness of it. But she did not see him. She walked east, west, north and south, but he re- mained hidden from view. She did not forget that twice he had appeared to the girls in the neighborhood of the erstwhile Haunted House. But it was too far she could 191 LEAVE IT TO DORIS /lot walk there, however much she wished to do so. Then came a sudden idea. She would take a morning drive, instead of a stroll and she might, if necessary, walk along the creek her- self in search of wild flowers Of course, it was too late for wild flowers, far too late but anyhow one never could tell what one might find. So the very next morning, dimply with the delight of it, she took the car and drove gleefully out to the lovely hickory grove, and ran the car deliberately up beside the road, and waited. No Mr. Wizard gloomed on the horizon. Not even a Corduroy Crab came crashing through the fallen leaves which blanketed the ground around her. So she got out of the car, climbed through the fence, and sauntered comfortably along by the creek, under the big bare trees. Still no an- gry keeper dashed out upon her. She took small pebbles and tossed them into the trees to see the squirrels go scampering nobody minded in the least. It was very annoying like everything else connected with that Curious Cat. She was very near the Haunted House now, sp 192 MR. WIZARD near she could not go any farther. Even a wilful and deliberate trespasser could not walk right into the very doors of an irate proprietor. She was quite vexed. Why did he claim to be a wizard, and boast of fairy powers, if he could not see there was a damsel out in search of him? She turned and walked briskly back down the creek toward the road. Putting her hands on the top rail of the low fence, she vaulted lightly over, and cried out in surprise and fear. The car was gone. She had left it there, not fifteen minutes ago. She could not be dreaming there were the broad smooth tracks in the dust. Some one had stolen the dear, darling little car. "Now every one will say I should have chosen the cow," she thought bitterly. Doris was several miles from home, and it was breakfast time. They would know that she was out for her silly morning walk and when father found the car gone it would be apparent she had gone for a drive instead. Oh, dear it was a long way, and very hot, and dusty and 193 LEAVE IT TO DORIS she was so unhappy. And it was only natural to blame it all on that perfectly disgusting 1 Curious Cat, who should have been there, and was not. Because she was angry, the first mile passed quickly. But neither anger nor grief shortened the second mile, nor the third, nor the fourth. Then she got a ride with a friendly farmer, who openly marveled at her being in the country so early in the morning. But Doris was not com- municative. They were preachers, of course, but: if they wanted to be in the country, they could be and the whole neighborhood did not need to know the wherefore. At eight o'clock she marched grimly into the manse, and found the family at breakfast. "Oh, you runaway," laughed Rosalie. "I had a terrible time getting breakfast. Aren't you a good housekeeper not a bit of flour in the house and the cream sour." "Give me coffee," said Doris, sitting down wearily and resting her elbows on the table. "Black coffee, strong coffee, lots of it, no sugar, and no cream," 194 MR. WIZARD "Why, you poor dear, you are tired," said Rosalie in her softest, most gurgly voice. "Let me make some fresh toast.'* "No toast just coffee but lots of it." "I always said it was silly, walking around without breakfast. I told you that before. You 1 look positively yellow." "Dust." "At the least, you should choose a cool and shady street," said her father. "You look jaded, dear. I am afraid it is too much for you." "I am jaded. Father, my poor dear father, be prepared for a bitter blow." "What is it?" "The car, the beautiful red car that dear Mr. Davison left you, is stolen." "Stolen!" "The car?" "Oh, Doris, I'll bet you had a wreck." "What happened?" "I went for a drive instead of a walk, and I kft the car just to walk through the woods a lit- tle and when I came back it was gone." 195 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Gone!" "Oh, Doris! You would not let us ride for three weeks, and now it is gone and we can never ride again the dear darling precious little car." "Never mind, girls, if it is gone, no use to worry." "Every one said we were foolish not to take the cow in the first place." "Oh, Rosalie, please don't throw that up to me," said Doris tearfully. "I loved it too much, I was just crazy about it, I thought of it day and night. Maybe it is a punishment, I suppose it is. And it is all my fault, for I did adore it." "Oh, no, Doris. I am sure that had nothing to do with it. You know we preachers do not have many of these physical, sensational joys and the car has been an ecstasy for every one of us. I am sure an understanding Providence has re- joiced in our pleasure, and not begrudged us a second of it." "Why should our car be stolen?" wailed Zee. "Why couldn't it have been a banker's, who could 196 MR. WIZARD buy another? Or a bad man's, who did not de- serve one anyhow? Or a sick man's, who couldn't enjoy it? Why is it always we preach- ers who get the raw deal?" "Oh, Zee!" "I had several perfectly lovely things I wanted to do with the car," said Rosalie regretfully. "I am sorry I put them off from day to day." Treasure slipped away from the table and out of the room. She had uttered no protest. She had made no complaint. But she crept sadly out to the garage she wanted to sit down in the dust where the dear red car had been of yore, and weep over the spot, as at the passing of a dear companion. She opened the door with hands that trembled and stopped aghast. Her lips parted several times, and she uttered a curious sputtering gasp. The red car was right there where it belonged it was not stolen at all. Doris was out of her mind! She walked slowly, dimly back to the manse, 197 LEAVE IT TO DORIS her eyes swimming. Poor Doris she hacl walked too far and too fast. Treasure entered the dining-room, pale, with eyes still clouded. "I am so sorry," Doris was saying. "I know! you are all very angry at me, and I do not blame: you." "Where did you leave the car?" Doris blushed. She could not admit to keen- witted Zee that she had deliberately gone to theii^ Haunted House in the hickory grove. "Oh, out in the country about six miles along the Emery Road." Treasure threw out both hands, and her lips parted spasmodically. "She is having a nightmare," said Zee, staring at her sister. "Is the garage gone, too?" demanded Rosalie. Treasure's lips parted again, but no sound "Shake her, father. She is having a spell or something." "Out of her mind," said Treasure, at last, with a violent effort. 198 MR. WIZARD The family gazed upon her, speechless. "Car's in the garage," she stammered. "Isn't gone at all.'* With one accord they arose from their chairs and made a united dash on the garage. It was quite true, the car was there, shiny and serene, in its accustomed place. They gazed on it si- lently as Treasure had done, and then they turned to Doris, wide-eyed and horrified. "You're off," said Zee succinctly. "It was a dream, dearest," said Rosalie, slip- ping a tender arm around her sister's shoulders. "You haven't been well lately." "Never mind, Doris. It must have been a dream." "It was not a dream. I was away out in the country by the hickory grove of the twins' Haunted House I left the car and walked along the creek " "Did you see the Corduroy Crab?" asked Treasure eagerly. "Maybe he lammed her on the head," said Zee, touching her own curly brow suggestively. 199 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "I did not see any one. And I went right back to the road You know I couldn't go way out there on foot, father." "You must have been walking in your sleep, dear," said Rosalie. "Maybe you only dreamed you were there. You are home now, anyhow, and the car is here, and everything is all right." "Rosalie, do you think I am out of my head?" demanded Doris sharply. "I think it was a bad dream, dearest." "Come on back to the house," said their father pleasantly. "Be glad the car is here." "I'll bet the old place is haunted, and they've put a spell on Doris. Maybe it was the Curious Cat he says he can put charms," suggested Zee. Doris smiled at that. As far as she could see, it was the only explanation possible the Curious Cat had certainly put his charm upon her. She was very cross at Rosalie for Rosalie insisted that Doris lie down, and she herself stayed at home from school to do the work, and father sat by the cot all morning it was per- fectly infuriating. They looked at her with ten- 200 MR. WIZARD der solicitude, and Rosalie made more hot coffee for her, and bathed her brow every few minutes, and Doris fumed impotently. For she was help- less. Father had said, "I think you'd better, dearest," and when father said things in that quiet settled voice even the General refrained from argument. But to lie there like an invalid when she had only been on the trail of mystery and She had found mystery, though ! She could swear by her life's blood that she had driven the car out to the hickory grove. And she had certainly walked home. But how in the world came the car safely back in the manse garage? It was more than Doris could understand. When the girls came home to lunch they kissed Doris tenderly and spoke to her in a softly sooth- ing way that made her long to shake them. When they were eating their lunch Zee was called to the telephone, and she crossed the room on tip- toes, and whispered "Yes," very softly, and then she gave a little scream. "You did ? Mercy ! Well, thank goodness ! 201 LEAVE IT TO DORIS Oh, you horrible thing, won't Doris rage ? Why, no, Mr. Curious Cat, your charm did not work worth a cent. It was not Treasure and I at all. It was Doris, and the poor thing had to walk all thfe way home, and she is in bed, and we thought she was out of her mind, and she said the car was stolen." She hung up the receiver abruptly, and did not hear the sharp exclamations at the other end of the wire. Doris rose from the cot, and the family rushed from the table. "Tell it, and talk fast," commanded the Gen- eral. Zee flung herself into a big chair and rocked and screamed with laughter. "Oh, Treasure, we are even with the Curious Cat at last." Then wiping her eyes, and between bursts of laughter, she explained. "He began talking in that sar- castic smart little way he has, and he said, 'Say, Miss Zee, the next time I find that red car of yours stuck in front of my house I am going to take it as a gift from Heaven, and keep it. But this time, just to be friendly and keep you out of 202 MR. WIZARD a scrape, I drove it home for you and left it in your garage. I suppose you were playing hooky, 1 and got stuck. Did I save you? I shall never do it again.' " How they all laughed, even Doris, and how heartily she ate of the luncheon Rosalie had pre- pared, and what a splendid joke it was Only Doris did wish she had just remained in the car instead of strolling up the creek he was such a funny Curious Cat maybe Oh, then he did own the Haunted House, after all ! "He was teasing you girls again," she crie3. "The Crab and the Courteous Coon must be his servants, for he said you left the car in front of his house." Then the girls were freshly indignant pre- tending he was getting tea from the Crab, when it was his own tea, and he could give it away if he wished! But it was funny anyhow, and novf. he was a more Curious Cat than ever. That afternoon, when the girls had gone to school, deciding that Doris could safely be left alone now and when father had gone calling, 203 LEAVE IT TO DORIS Doris hurried up-stairs and arranged her hair in. most enticing little curls around her forehead, and put on her very daintiest, bluest, floweriest dress because he was in honor bound to call her up and make apology. Oh, of course, he would not see the enticing curls, and the dainty blue flowery dress but it was a great moral sup- port to know that she looked irreproachable, even when none was there to see. And she wanted to be very clever and interesting over the telephone because he really had done a very disagree- able thing, and she wanted to make him sorry. And then he did not telephone at all. He came himself in person and Doris knew some kindly angel had been guiding her actions that day. When she heard the ring she went to the door so lightly, so unconcernedly, sure it was something trivial and some one unimportant. And there he stood, smiling at her, regret in his eyes. "I brought my apology with me. May I come in and deliver it ?" "Yes, please do. I know where you live, and that is a beginning, isn't it?" 204 MR. WIZARD "How did you learn that?" "You said the car was in front of your house. And it was the Haunted House," she cried glee- fully. "Did you really have to walk home?" "Four miles and a half." Somehow it did not seem half so long and weary a way now as it had been seeming all the day. "And I was sure the car was stolen. And when we found it in the garage they thought I was ill and put me to bed, and Rosalie stayed home from school to nurse me." "I am sorry. It was terribly stupid of me. I was sure the girls were in another scrape, and when the car stuck on them had got a ride back to school. It was a terrible blunder." "I am glad of it now, because it brought you to visit me." And he seemed in not the least bit of hurry, but settled back and talked, and he had a wonder- ful basket of fruit, apples and grapes and golden pears, and he hoped Doris would accept them in token of forgiveness. 205 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "But when you tell your father, will he ask brought them ?" "I shall just say the Curious Cat brought them to apologize and father is not a bit inquisitive. He will think it is quite all right he has the dearest way of thinking things are quite all right." Doris did long to know how old he was of course she could not ask he surely was not nearly so old as father, yet he did not look young. The college men of Rosalie's favor looked like children beside him. And he talked like a man who knew things. But he could not be old he laughed so readily, and teased so constantly, and his eyes were so friendly and warm. Father was forty-three, and forty-three is very terribly old when one is twenty. They had tea together on the Endeavor china. He was much more fun than the bishop. And in I spite of the very-close-to-gray-hairs at his tem- ples, he had a dear boyish way of settling back in a chair and getting himself comfortable and happy. And when you see another thoroughly 206 MR. WIZARD comfortable and happy right at your side, you are bound to feel the same way yourself. And Doris did. After she had watched his departure from the shelter of the front window, sKe came back into the room, and there on the card tray how in the world it got there she could not imagine but she knew instantly it was his card and she pounced upon it eagerly. "Mr. Daniel Amberton MacCaromon." After all, the name meant nothing. And there was so much she wished to know. Kis age, and who he was, and why he came there, and what in the world he was doing in the Haunted House, and oh, a thousand things. But Doris looked at the card in a friendly "if you can get your eyes off the mileage long enough to listen." Doris turned around sidewise in the seat and 235 LEAVE IT TO DORIS snuggled back among the cushions and looked at him so directly that his mind went wandering on the instant, and they were silent a while. "A penny for them," he offered suddenly. "I was just wondering how old you really are. It has bothered me so long. And you need not give me the penny, I much prefer the informa- tion." "I am thirty-six. And I was going to say this are you planning to go to Chicago with your father?" "Now I know you are truly a wizard. I have thought of that every minute of the whole day. I am afraid we can't. We wanted to, Rosalie and I both, but we just have to save the pennies. So I think we shall hand him over to Providence when he gets on the train." "It does not cost a great deal " "Six dollars per round trip and it costs a fortune to stay in Chicago even a few days. We can not afford it." She sighed a little. Once in a while it really hurts to be poor. "I think I told you, didn't I, that I have to go 236 FINDING THE PATH to Chicago myself this week to arrange for the publishing of the new book? What, didn't I tell you ? Stupid of me to forget it." "You did not tell me, and I know you are just going to watch over father, and I think you are wonderful." She caught his hand and kissed it with girlisli gratitude, while he smiled on her with tender eyes. "Of course, you do not care if my car is smashed," he said whimsically. "I notice you keep both hands on the wheel every minute when you have that precious little red thing of yours out. But my car is different." "Oh, excuse me," she smiled brightly, winking- back the tears. "Well, let me finish. I have a small apartment in Chicago not much of a place, but a cozy cor- ner out by the lake where I can sneak off and work when I wish and nobody else can find me. It has a little kitchen and some stuff where Bangs can fix me up a meal, or I can do it myself if he is not with me. I keep the apartment all the time, 237 LEAVE IT TO DORIS to be ready for a hurry order, but I have a friend in the city, too, and when I just run in far a couple of nights or so, with no special work to do, I bunk with him, to be sociable. So why couldn't you and Rosalie go up and take my apartment for a week, and I can stay with Johnson? It would be easier for you to stand it there than here and I think your father would like it." "Oh, that is just But the fare Still, it wouldn't be Oh, dear me, now I don't know what," cried Doris desperately. "Of course, I will excuse you for interrupting me, since you ask it," he said evenly. "But I was far from through. I am going to drive up to Chi- cago in my car. I have a lot of running around to do, out to Evanston and to the University, and all over town. I haven't the time to bother with street-cars, nor the patience to bother with taxis. So I shall take my own locomotion with me. It is a good road all the way, and I can make the run in a few hours. Of course, your father could not drive up in the wind, but you and Rosalie seem fairly healthy, and I have a back seat. So 238 FINDING THE PATH if you feel any desire to go with me, why, I think" Doris put her head in her arm on the back of the seat and sobbed. Then she sat up quickly and patted his arm as warmly as she dared with any degree of safety to the steering, and said : "Mr. Wizard, please wake me up. You have me under the spell of your charm, and I am dreaming things." "I hope you are under the spell of my charm, and I wouldn't wake you up for a thousand dol- lars," he said explosively, and although of course it was only a joke, Doris blushed and began mak- ing plans for the trip very hurriedly. "What shall we do with the little girls?" she asked, confident of his ability to do something. "I had not reached that portion of the family yet. Let me see they can have Bangs to take care of them." "Wouldn't they love that? No, we'll get Miss Carlton. She has been hinting to come for a visit for quite a while, and now is just the time. It will shock her to find father gone but she is 239 LEAVE IT TO DORIS fine in an emergency, and this is one. Now let's hurry home and tell father." When Rosalie heard of this new and wonderful dispensation of Providence in the person of the enormous philosopher, she looked at him very steadily and said in her softest voice : "Mr. MacCammon, you haven't a brother, have you, a younger brother who looks like you or a son ?" "No," he said, staring at her in surprise. "I haven't anybody. Why?" "I wanted to put in an application for him, that is all." "Why, Rosalie." Suddenly he laughed aloud, and drew her away to a remote corner of the room. "Then I take it that my efforts along this line do not meet with your disapproval ?" "Quite the contrary." "Can you assure me of success?" he asked, still smiling, but Rosalie observed that his eyes were very bright and very earnest. "No," she said slowly. "One can not quite do that, you know." 240 FINDING THE PATH He looked suddenly startled. "You don't mean is there anybody There can't be any one " "Has she told you about the bishop?" "No, she hasn't mentioned the bishop or any- body," he said in a voice quite changed. "Why, Mr. MacCammon, you would not want to win your heart's desire too easily, would you ? Think what a satisfaction it will be later on to know that you outclassed a bishop!" "Yes, but suppose I don't. These excuse me, these bishops, you know something about the cloth the glamour of the church But it helps to have your blessing. I thought you hadn't no- ticed." "You thought I hadn't noticed? Mercy! What ails the man ? Thought I hadn't noticed Why, how could I help it?" "I don't know. Hang that bishop ! Oh, shucks, what is a bishop? Come on, congratulate me do it right now, to spur me on and just to prove that we don't care two cents for the bishop." Rosalie held out her hand. "I congratulate you with all my heart. You are not good enough for 241 LEAVE IT TO DORIS her, but if she is satisfied, I should worry. On be- half of the manse, I welcome you." "Thanks. Now it is all settled. I feel better." And they laughed together gaily. "What in the world are you two doing, whis- pering back there in the corner?" asked Doris curiously. "Mercy, are you holding hands ?" "We are sealing a solemn pact," he answered blithely. "Rosalie has a way of making me very happy sometimes." Doris caught her breath suddenly, and crushed her fingers against her lips. A dark shadow came into her eyes, and she looked searchingly into Rosalie's laughing face. Then she crossed the room and stood by her father, her fingers grip- ping his sleeve, and very soon she slipped away up the stairs and went to bed. When Rosalie came to find her, she said she was tired and nervous Wouldn't Rosalie say good night for her, and tell him how kind he had been? When Rosalie repeated the message to Mr. MacCammon he looked perturbed. "Isn't she coming down at all ?" 242 FINDING THE PATH "Seems not. But she is nervous, really, and worried about father and your kindness has upset her." "I'll bet she is thinking of that bishop,'* he said grimly. "You run up-stairs and talk about me, will you?. Tell her how nice I am, and how handsome, and what a good husband I will make put it on pretty thick, you know how it is done. A lovely diamond ring for your pains, young lady, if you play it right. There's a nice little girl." So Rosalie obediently ran up and sat beside Doris on the bed, stroking the hot hand, and say- ing over and over how charming and clever and thoughtful dear Mr. MacCammon was, and how much more attractive than that stupid bishop, and how wonderfully good she was sure he would be to any girl who became his very own. And Doris lay on the bed quivering, too loyal to her sister to voice a protest, but lacking the moral courage to speak agreement. And Doris did not sleep that night although she hated her- self for being so sorry over such a little thing 243 LEAVE IT TO DORIS as Well, as what ? Anyhow, she was surprised, that was all but was ashamed even to think of such a trifle, in the face of father's so much greater grief. And when she wept softly into the pillow she had to tell herself over and over again that every tear was for father, and every sob, and every bit of ache that was in her heart CHAPTER XIII ROSALIE'S WAY A THE days passed, and the plans for the future matured, Rosalie kept shrewd eyes on her sister's face. "She is worried about father, of course, but so are the rest of us, and we don't act like that," she thought soberly. "It can't be Mr. MacCam- mon, surely, for he does not try to hide what he thinks. And anybody can see what she feels to- ward him anybody but Mr. MacCammon, for he really is fussed about the bishop." And Rosa- lie laughed gleefully, for she solemnly believed that no lover had any right to win his heart's de- sire without a few sharp pangs of jealousy. Doris was pale and gentle to an unwonted degree, but she shirked no whit of her responsi- bility. She arranged with the president of the college for filling the pulpit during her father's 245 LEAVE IT TO DORIS absence, and he acceded to her request with hearty good will. "If I can't get anybody else, I'll do it myself. So get that off your mind right away. As a mat- ter of fact, I have quite a few things I'd like to tell the people in this town, but I never had the courage to do it with your father's kindly eyes upon me. But with him out of the road, I surely will relieve my feelings." Miss Carlton promised not only freely, but ful- somely, to come and chaperon the younger girls during the week the others were in Chicago. And Mr. Artman was argued into accepting their friend's kindly offer in a way that was scientific to the highest degree. On the morning he took train for Chicago Doris and Rosalie, with their shabby bags, were tucked into MacCammon's car among his port- folios and manuscripts. Curiously enough, Doris insisted on sitting in the back seat alone. "Please," she said, when MacCammon and Rosalie both protested. "I am so tired and fidgety. When I am in front I sit up straight and 246 ROSALIE'S WAY f watch the road every minute. But in the back I can settle down and rest. Let Rosalie sit .in front, she likes to watch the road and get ex- cited, and squeal when you spin on the corners." Rosalie and MacCammon eyed each other grimly when Doris slipped into her chosen place without waiting for the help of a friendly hand. "The bishop," whispered MacCammon omi- nously. "The bishop your grandmother," thought Ro- salie, turning around to squint thoughtfully at her sister. The first twenty-five miles were traversed in absolute silence, MacCammon driving with grim and rigid energy, Rosalie looking through half- closed lids reflectively into space, Doris crouch- ing in the corner of the back seat alone. Thirty-five miles and then MacCammon laughed suddenly. "Hang the bishop," he said in a low voice. Rosalie laughed with him. "You can't hang him it isn't orthodox." "Burn him at the stake then. She hasn't 247 LEAVE IT TO DORIS Anyhow, I don't I am not going to get cold feet yet That There is no reason " "Faint heart," scoffed Rosalie. "All right, I am game. Suppose you drive a while." Turning to Doris, he said, "Rosalie is going to drive a while, and I am coming back to help hold down the back seat. Don't argue. You know very well the back seat is too bumpy for one little light girl by herself. You need not hurry, Rosalie," he said, surrendering the wheel. "Doris is cross, and I have to reason with her. It takes time. You need not listen unless you particularly wish." He got into the back seat serenely enough, and looked astonished when Doris withdrew to the farthest corner of the roomy seat. "What is the matter? Does the seat slope over to that corner? That is a shame, I must have it fixed." And he sat down very comfortably in the middle of the seat, where Doris could not pos- sibly keep the hem of her gown from touching him, nor even her rigid elbow, though it plainly was her desire. 248 ROSALIE'S WAY Rosalie drove with a nicety of concentration that was most commendable, but Doris was stiffly mute to his overtures. And in spite of his per- sistent and determined tender chaffing, he was really calling down anathemas on the head of the offending bishop by the time they reached Au- rora, "Let's find a place to eat. I am hungry. I have done a hard day's work. Digging ditches has nothing on that," he said to Rosalie. She nodded sympathetically. "Think well be- fore it is too late," she warned. "Women are always like that they go by spells. Sometimes they are and then sometimes they are not." "Chiefly they are not, I perceive," he said doggedly. "She liked me well enough while I remained a mystery." "Well, of course" "If you say bishop to me again I'll stone you," He cried, and Rosalie only laughed. By this time Doris had finished patting her Hair before the small mirror in her bag, and joined them quietly. But she was not hungry, she 249 LEAVE IT TQ DORIS drank two cups of very strong coffee and Mr. MacCammon suddenly was not hungry either. Rosalie munched comfortably through six courses and when she reached her ice-cream and maca- roons she told MacCammon he might run along and get the gas if he liked while she was finish- ing, which he promptly did. As soon as he was gone she looked at her sister slyly. "General I may I confide something in you?" Doris stiffened instantly, and turned a frigid face that way. "Yes," she said somberly, "go on, let's get it over with. I have been expecting 'it for some time.'* A mischievous smile darted to Rosalie's eyes, but the shielding lashes hid it. "I Do you think I am too young to fall in love ?" "No," said Doris desperately, "I do not. I don't think anybody is too young, or too old, or < anything." "Age has nothing to do with love, has it ?" "No, age hasn't, nor brains, nor sense, nor dig- 250 ROSALIE'S WAY jiity, nor sometimes I think even religion hasn't anything to do with love." "Of course I may be mistaken " "No chance." "But he is so dear and nice, and though he has not proposed still I know he is' infatuated with me and when he finishes school he is a senior now, you know, and then he can marry if he likes." Doris looked up, a sudden shining through the clouds. "He what?" "He graduates this year. He is a senior. But we are not engaged, not by any means. Only sometimes I think maybe I am not too young to fall in love. Bob Alden, you know." Doris leaned weakly back in her chair. "Are you joking?" she whispered with dry lips. "Oh, Doris, I wouldn't do such a thing." "Am I just imagining things or " "Yes, I think you are." "Oh, Rosalie, you bad little girl, what have 251 LEAVE IT TO DORIS you done? I really believe Mr, MacCammon likes you." "Likes me! Ye gods, aren't some folks blind? I can always tell when men are stuck on me long before they can tell it themselves, but some folks are so slow. You are a stupid girl, Doris, I have no patience with you. Poor dear Mr. MacCam- mon and the bishop, too both of them I think it is downright reprehensible, to dangle a bishop and a psychological philosopher at the same time. I wouldn't do such a thing." Doris glimmered softly, the old Doris strug- gling weakly but jubilantly back to her own again. "Oh, Rosalie, don't talk about the bishop," she said. MacCammon was waiting for them at the car, with several magazines and boxes of candy on hand to help give the car a professionally tour- ing appearance. And after the chill fog of the last week, Doris came to him, gleaming and glowing. "I am all rested now," she said, smiling tremu- 252 ROSALIE'S WAY lously. "Please, Mr. Wizard, may I ride in front?" He looked at her in astonishment more ut- terly blank than ever. Then he looked helplessly at Rosalie, humming brightly to herself as she picked out the largest box of candy to take with her into the back seat. "Can you beat that? They are, and then they aren't. And when you just about get your mind made up that they aren't, and no use to talk about it, all of a sudden they are. And nobody ever knows why, or how it happened." "What are you talking about?" asked Doris curiously. "Psychology, dear Doris. Please get in quickly yes, here in front oh, this seat slopes toward the middle, does it? Fine! Well, as I was say- ing, do you think I'd better tie you in before you decide you aren't? And as for psychology, there is no such thing not in a world that has women." It did seem rather heartless to be so ecstatically happy when poor dear father was having such trouble, but then, Doris thought philosophically, 253 LEAVE IT TO DORIS that is what religion is for to make us happy even in spite of our grief. The rest of the ride was wonderful, through such gloriously beautiful country, and as for the dust it was nothing, and the car ran like velvet, and almost before they knew it they were settled in their little borrowed apartment, laughing at the tininess of it, and getting ready for MacCam- mon, who had gone to break his presence to his friend. He came for them at six o'clock and took them out to dinner with him, ordering the dishes so carefully and with such sweet regard for their youthful appetites but after all, they could not eat, for the shadow of the operation was settling upon them. Yet how much better it was to be here in the big city within reach of father's kindly hand than to be away off in the manse quivering with the anxiety of what they did not know and could not guess, with only telegraph wires to link them each to each ? It seemed MacCammon would never be done with that sickening apple pie, but after an endless 254 ROSALIE'S WAY time they were really tripping softly, breathlessly, along the hall of the hospital in the wake of the "rubber-soled nurse," as Rosalie naughtily chris- tened -her. And there was father sitting alone in a white room, "his eyes bandaged closely. He knew they were there before they spoke, and held out his hands to them, warmly impulsive. And they sat on the arms of his chair and petted the opposite sides of his head, and talked quietly and sensibly, as if the operation were nothing at all. But almost immediately the door opened again, and a man Yes, a minister That blessed bishop, of course MacCammon glared at him How long the fellow was holding Doris' hand ! Right before her father and Doris was letting him! Well, couldn't he see that Rosalie was there, too and a stranger? "Your father said you would be here, so I stayed to speak to you." "Yes, and I came, too, Bishop," said Rosalie brightly. "You must not overlook me." MacCammon blessed her for the words. For the bishop dropped Doris' hand hurriedly and 255 LEAVE IT TO DORIS turned to her What in the world could the church be thinking of, to have bishops as young as that? "I do not believe he's as old as I am, and I am not old at all," thought MacCammon resentfully. "And they call him a father in the church. What are we coming to, anyhow ?" Doris was back at her father's side now, where she belonged, and MacCammon was being intro- duced to the bishop. They sized each other up very frankly. "I'll bet he resents me as much as I do him, that's some satisfaction," MacCammon thought with boyish relish. "And I brought her up, too, all that long way that will cut." They did not stay very long a gentle move- ment of the rubber-soled one's eyebrow hurried their departure. The bishop could not accept MacCammon's in- vitation to come with them in the car, because he had his own little runabout. But wouldn't Miss Doris come with him for a run through the park, 256 ROSALIE'S WAY and along the lake front? MacCammon held his breath. Would she? Doris put out her hand, quietly but cordially. "I know you will excuse me to-night, Bishop. I do not feel like talking, or anything just like going home quietly with Rosalie to think." Never had MacCammon loved her as he did at that moment. The bishop walked down with her to the car and opened the back door for the girls. "But it is my turn to sit in front," said Doris, smiling faintly. "We think it would be unfair to let Mr. MacCammon sit alone when he is driv- ing us. And Rosalie and I always have each other, you know." So the bishop had to help her into the car MacCammon's car and into the front seat with MacCammon himself, and the bishop had to stand on the curb while they drove off. No won- der MacCammon was whistling softly to himself. With Doris out of the question, the bishop was a nice enough fellow, clean, clear-cut, straight- 257 LEAVE IT TO DORIS forward but with Doris in the question he was an eternal nuisance and a bore. And MacCam- mon could never get Doris out of his questions any more. "Will you come up?" she asked as they drew up beside the apartment. "Not to-night," he said softly. "But thank you for asking." She had not asked the bishop. "To- night you girls must run straight to bed and rest, and I will come for you to go with me in the morning. No, you must not try to cook until the operation is over. I will eat with you after that to even up. I know a grand place for hot cakes and sirup very close. Good night, Rosalie, you are a good little scout," he called, as she started up the stairs. Then he drew Doris into a shadowy corner and said, "You must not worry, Doris. Rosalie is taking this better than you are. Hasn't your religion taught you that things work out just right for men like your father who are whole-souled and pure-minded ?" "Christians, you mean," said Doris, smiling at his evident desire to avoid the tone of preaching. 258 ROSALIE'S WAY "Yes, I know. I do believe that things will come right eventually, and I do not worry much. But father is too good to suffer, and be hurt. It should have been some one else." "Oh, Doris, don't you know that your father will have more tenderness and more gentleness for all sickness and all suffering, after he himself has suffered? Before this, he has spoken kind- ness. Now he will live it. It takes the ultimate caress of pain to give us understanding." Doris moved her hands softly in his. "Yes, you must go." He put his arms around her, and her face fell against his shoulder. "Go, dear Doris, and dream of sweet and lovely things your father strong and well and tenderer than ever and dream of me, not very good, I know, but very fond of you. And please forget the bishop." Doris laughed at that, quickly, breathlessly. "I will, just for to-night," she promised. "No, for all the nights." He kissed her hair where it curled beneath the blue motor hat, warmly, tenderly for somehow 259 LEAVE IT TO DORIS he felt that this night of her anxious sorrow was not the time to press the kiss of love upon her lips, though he knew in his heart it would not have been denied him. CHAPTER XIV THE DOCTOR IT SEEMED very terrible to the two girls to stay there quietly waiting in their father's painfully bright room at the hospital until he was brought back to them on the wheeled table from the operating-room. They could not speak. Doris sat with her hands clenched tightly in her lap, with Rosalie on the arm of the chair, leaning against her. MacCammon stood beside the win- dow, coming to the girls now and then to give them reassuring pats and smiles, and then going back to the window. Presently a nurse came in, carefully darkened the room, and put water bot- tles and flannels in the bed. She smiled encour- agingly at the girls, who tried very hard to twist their lips into a semblance of good cheer in re- turn. Then the table was wheeled in again, and 261 LEAVE IT TO DORIS father was slipped deftly back into the bed, and the doctor was talking to them brightly, arnj smiling. "Just fine. Worked like a charm. Why, when I think of how that man must have suffered for the last months Why, it is preposterous It is downright Anyhow, it is over now." The girls did not speak. "Come on down-stairs and let's beg some cof- fee. It does not seem particularly cold to-day, but you folks give me a chilly sensation." "And leave father?" gasped Doris. "Why not? And why do you whisper? Your father, my dear, will have a nice quiet rest for an hour or so, and there is no reason why we should sit here in the dark and hear him breathe. Come on, MacCammon, don't you need a tonic?" "Are you sure he is all right?" asked Doris, looking closely at her father's face, showing grim and rigid in the darkened room. "He looks very sick." "He looks sick, my dear, but he is all right. The operation was absolutely successful to the 262 THE DOCTOR minutest degree. You do not think he is going to die, do you?" "Doctors are strange," said Rosalie in a hushed voice. "How do you know he will come out from the anesthetic?" "Because he is out from the danger of it now. Only he does not know it yet. His heart is pump- ing away, and he is breathing normally, and in a few hours he will be wide awake. Come now, don't argue with me. Your father has .spoiled you, I see that. I would never allow any argu- ment, if I had girls of my own. But I haven't any." "Are you married?" asked Doris with some interest. "No, I am not married. But I know how I would rear my daughters." "Sure you do," laughed MacCammon. "So do I. All of us unmarried fellows know all about rearing daughters. Come on, girls, we may as well go quietly and try to live at peace with this quarrelsome creature your father has pushed on to us." 263 LEAVE IT TO DORIS The girls passed slowly from the room, but their faces brightened a little when one of the nurses said: "Don't worry. The doctor is right. The dan- ger is all over. We do not know yet just how fine the eyes will be but the danger is gone. Run along and get your coffee. .Your father will sleep a long time." "Then may we wire the girls now that he is all right ? I know they will be anxious." "Yes, indeed, wire them at once. Tell them there is no danger, and we are sure the eyes will be infinitely better certainly there will be no more headaches and pain. And cheer up." After the telegram was safely on its way it seemed quite natural for the four of them to sit at a small table in the nurses' dining-room, sip- ping the hot coffee, realizing that after all they were alive, and father was nearly all right, and things were going on just the same as before he had kissed them good-by and gone into the grim white room that held so many terrors for them. 264 THE DOCTOR After their coffee the doctor took them around the hospital with him, introducing them to min- isters here and there. They smiled at a few whom the doctor frankly pronounced cases of chronic grouch, and were smiled at by other, very sick ones, who, the doctor declared, were endowed with an abundant and all-pervading Christianity that kept their dispositions riotously pleasant in spite of physical pain. And then he invited them to come with him in his car to call on another patient of his down the road a way "one of the greatest living testimonies to the efficacy of the Christian religion, because he has the most pro- nounced absence of it of any one I have ever seen." The girls hesitated, wanting to get back to their father, but he would brook no opposition. "He will not know you are there. He will be laughing or crying or making love to the nurse, maybe using a little strong language on the side, and it will be no pleasure to him to have a wit- ness, and no pleasure to you and you will be a 265 LEAVE IT TO DORIS pleasure to me, so that settles it. Come along, while you have the chance, for I shall not have time to bother with you after to-day." And he crowded them into his small car and carried them off to inspect the "awfully un-Chris- tian patient," who looked at them sharply when the doctor presented them. "If he told you I am an infidel, he is a liar/' said the old man, looking suspiciously at the doc- tor's placid face. "I was the treasurer of a church " "Yes, he was," said the doctor, sniffing. "He was treasurer of a church for three years, and now he is a millionaire. Draw your own con- clusions." "I have been a church-member all my life." "Yes, he has," snorted the doctor. "To the everlasting disgrace of the church, I must ad- mit it." "I have contributed " "You have contributed to the unhappiness of more poor people than anybody else in Chicago, and you know it," said the doctor curtly. 266 THE DOCTOR "If you weren't the best doctor in town I would discharge you." "If I did not intend to bleed you out of half your fortune before you die I would not 'tend to you another day," snapped the doctor. The girls looked on in silent horror. Mac- Cammon smiled appreciatively. The patient was lying helpless under the doctor's skilful hands, obeying his orders with child-like confidence, and the doctor was ministering to the physical needs of the old man with tender professional touches. But all the while the patient glared venomously up into the doctor's face and the doctor glowered back. "Turn over," said the doctor sharply. "Ain't he polite ?" sneered the old man. "Ain't he a perfect gentleman ?" But he did not hesitate to obey the doctor's word. "Now turn back. I did not want anything. Just wanted to see if it would hurt you to move. There's nothing the matter with you anyhow but an overdose of devil germs. You've bulldozed and browbeaten so many people for so many 267 LEAVE IT TO DORIS years that you've got a calloused heart and a cal- loused soul. It gives you indigestion. That's all that ails you spiritual indigestion." Doris came forward with gentle sympathy and laid a slender hand on the man's shoulder. "He is a bad doctor. This is no time to throw up your weaknesses, is it?" "Well," admitted the old man, "he is a fiend, but he is a good doctor. All the rest gave me up to die and he came, and operated it was a ter- rible operation on the brain and I am nearly well. He is a good doctor but he is a fiend. But then, if it comes to that, I haven't been an angel myself." Doris could not help laughing. "An angel. I am surprised you know the word," scoffed the doctor.' "You wouldn't recog- nize an angel if you ran into one. Your eyes are blind to everything but the dollar-mark. If you ever get to Heaven, your crown will be made up of dollar bills instead of diamonds." "If you ever get to Heaven you won't have any crown at all. Just a hypodermic needle to go 268 THE DOCTOR around sticking into poor angels that trust you, and you'll have crutches to play on 'stead of a harp." "Well, come on, girls. You have had enough. Don't let him soak into your dispositions." The girls put out soft and timid hands to say good-by, and the old man took them bashfully, blushing beneath their friendly eyes. "If you are still alive, I shall see you Wednes- day, but I have hopes," said the doctor. "It would be a pleasure to die just to get away from you," shouted the old man after him. "Doctor, that was terrible," said Doris. "How could you do it ? The poor sick old man !" The doctor only laughed. "You may as well make up your mind to sit- ting with me," he said to Rosalie, helping her into the front seat. "You do not seem absolutely essential to their happiness, do you ?" "Not absolutely, no. But I tell you right npw if you begin on me as you talked to the old man, I shall fall right out and get run over. Like him > I think death is preferable." 269 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Sometimes I feel that I missed my calling," said the doctor in a genial tone. "I believe in my heart I should have been a minister." "Oh, mercy!" gasped Rosalie. "Why, my dear little girl, do you think I was hard on the old bird? Not a bit of it. He told you the truth he would have died except for me. I have simply goaded him into strength. He lives to spite me. And I not only brace him up physi- cally, I am helping his soul." The doctor said this complacently, and was greeted by derisive laugh- ter. "Fact, for all you may laugh. Twice since I have had him he has extended mortgages. First time he ever did such a thing in his life. His lawyers think he is in his dotage. The trouble with him is that he never caught the connection between religion and business he practised them both, separately, and consistently. But when it came to religion he never used his brains he gave to everything the minister advised, whether it was sensible or not, just because the minister advised it and he sat around and prayed to any 270 THE DOCTOR old mutt of a preacher, just because he was a reverend. No business sense about it. And then when it came to business, he did not let his re- ligion interfere. I am the connecting link between his religion and his business and I expect to make a man of him. I think in time I shall work out his soul's salvation. Quite seriously, I be- lieve I would have made a cracking good min- ister." Then he took them back to the hospital and up to their father's room. Doris stepped quickly to the bedside. "Doris? Is it my little girl?" "Yes, you dear father, Doris and Rosalie are here." They sat beside the bed, one on either side, and stroked his hands tenderly, glad tears stream- ing down their faces. After a time, when he thought he could control his voice, he said : "Girls, I am sorry but I am quite blind. I can hear you, but I see nothing." "Oh, dearest," cried Doris brokenly, "of course you can't. Your eyes are bandaged. You are not 271 LEAVE IT TO DORIS supposed to see yet. You must wait. The opera- tion was a perfect success." "Why, my dear old fellow," said the doctor in an annoyed tone, "do you think I am a miracle man? You are not supposed to step right out of the ether into the broad light. You are a dandy, sure enough. Aren't these preachers the limit? Growling because he can't see when he is plas- tered up in ten inches of cotton." The minister laughed, softly, happily. "It was foolish. I see it now, of course. But it gave me a terrible jar. I was sure I was blind." So while the girls sat beside him the doctor and MacCammon went away to leave them alone for a while. "The real tug will come when he gets home," said the doctor. "He has no business to use his eyes for at least six months. He ought to play for fully half a year. But he does not know how to play. That is the worst of these preachers > they get so used to the grind, grind, grind, that they can't let up. What we'll do with him for the next six months is more than I can figure out." 272 THE DOCTOR "The girls will think of something. They are wonderful girls." "Yes, very. Rosalie in particular," said the doctor. "Doris in particular also," supplemented Mac- Cammon quickly. "He can preach, can't he? I imagine he will need the money." "Yes, he can preach if he's got it in his head. He can't do any reading." "It will not be easy. But we can leave it to Doris all right." "That Rosalie is a lovely girl a beautiful girl," said the doctor warmly. "They both are," came quickly. "Oh, get out. Can't you take anything imper- sonally? Don't come mooning around to me. I have troubles enough of my own. I say that Ro- salie is lovelier than your Doris, has a better fig- ure, finer hair, more attractive features, and in- finitely better eyes, and if you don't like it, go to thunder," and the doctor went out quickly, laugh- ing, and slammed the door behind him. CHAPTER XV RISING TO THE MANSE IN ANSWER to intense and persistent plead- ing on the part of Treasure and Zee, the girls decided to remain in Chicago until their father also returned home. It did not seem at all expen- sive living in the big city, thanks partly, of course, to the continued hospitality of MacCammon and the bishop, and the doctor, and other friends of the Presbyterian fold. And since school was practically out anyhow, Rosalie knew she was missing nothing except good times, and there never was a time good enough to tempt her away from her father when he so evidently enjoyed her presence. It was very surprising, of course, that those unaccountable little mischiefs at home were so happy in the presence of Miss Carlton, whom they had never particularly admired. But since 274 RISING TO THE MANSE they insisted, and since father did say it was sweet to have them with him, and since Mac- Cammon had developed a strange partiality for the young girls at home, strongly seconding every suggestion they made, Doris and Rosalie lingered in Chicago. Their father's strength returned rap- idly, and although he was kept in constant heavy shadow, there were many good and rollicking times for all of them. And in spite of the doc- tor's open declaration that he would never have time to bother with them after the first day, he did find many, many hours to while away in their gentle but merry presence. "You are sure you have time? You are sure there is nobody clamoring for you to come and cut them to pieces?" Rosalie would say sweetly. And the doctor was always comfortably and confidently sure. And when at last the day came for getting ready to return home he hung around the little apartment sitting on things they wished to pack and getting in the way of suit-cases and bags that needed to be moved, seeming quite to forget that 275 LEAVE IT TO DORIS he was a famous surgeon and that people were waiting patiently for him to wield his knife. "If anybody urged me particularly I think I'd take a day off and go home with you. Your father may need attention when he gets there, and I need a vacation, and I could come back on the night train. But nobody thinks of inviting me, of course." "Please come," said Doris promptly. "I won't invite you," said MacCammon point- edly. "The girls think you are responsible for saving their father's eyes though anybody else could have done it just as well and when you are around nobody pays any attention to me at all. So I think you'd better stay in Chicago, where you belong." "There you are isn't that gratitude for you ?" "Don't mind him," said Doris. "I am the Gen- eral. Do as I say." He looked hopefully at Rosalie. "They sit in the front seat and entertain them- selves," she said, "and never bother about me alone in the rear. I invite you to come and sil; 276 RISING TO THE MANSE ;with me, and let's not say a word to them all the way home." He accepted that invitation immediately and rushed off to make arrangements to keep his pa- tients alive until his return. Zee had insisted most strongly that the whole family should arrive home at the same identical minute, and not come stringing in all day, keeping them upset, and MacCammon, with his usual loy- alty to her, said flatly it must be done. "It can't be done," protested Doris. "The doc- tor will not let father go in the car, and how can we get there the same minute?" "We shall start early in the morning, and your father will go on the noon train. Then we shall plan to get to town just exactly at two-twenty- seven, meet the train, pick your father up bodily, and carry him home in triumph." "It can't be done." "If Zee says, 'Do it,' it shall be done," said MacCammon decidedly. "Her confidence in me must not be shattered. We leave this town at eight-thirty to-morrow allowing time for blow- 277 LEAVE IT TO DORIS outs and quarrels en route. And if we see we are getting in early, we'll stop beneath a big tree out- side of town and point out the scenery to the doc- tor, who does not know anything about any kind of scenery except bones and skin." "But father" "Oh, the bishop can get him on the train and start him home. That's all bishops are good for," said MacCammon imperturbably. And he made the arrangement himself to the intense delight of Rosalie, who giggled at his elbow all the time he was discussing the plan with the bishop. Then came the long lovely ride home, Doris and MacCammon blissfully content in the front: seat, and the doctor taking a most unprofessional interest in Rosalie's softness and girlishness and gurgliness in the tonneau. "Oh, Rosalie," Doris said to her teasingly when they were in the dressing-room at the hotel "smoothening up" for luncheon. "Oh, Rosalie, dear, do you still er wonder if you are too young to fall in love with a senior?" Rosalie laughed brightly. "I have decided, 278 RISING TO THE MANSE General, that I am not too young to fall in love with anybody." And then she added, "But I know now that seniors are quite too awfully young to be fallen in love with Bob Alden, for instance why, he is a perfect infant!" Surely enough, they had a long wait under the maples just outside of town, and MacCammon persisted in pointing out the different grains com- ing up in the fields around them, and the different birds flitting in the branches, and the different flowers nodding by the roadside to the intense annoyance of the doctor, who said openly he did not care two cents about grains and birds and flowers, and very much preferred to concentrate on other things that interested him more. Then came the last flying rush to the station, where father was met and welcomed as though he had not been seen only a few hours before, and they sped quickly to the manse. "Do hurry," Doris begged. "I know they have a surprise for us, and I can't wait." The surprise was evident as soon as they en- tered the door. For all the manse was softly, 279 LEAVE IT TO DORIS sweetly shaded, with silky green and rose-colored curtains before every window. Every light was covered with dainty shades of the same soft colors. There was no glare, no bright splashes of light, no gleam, from any corner. The doctor himself removed the heavy goggle glasses from their father's eyes. "This can't hurt anybody," he declared. "It is charming. Look around, man." "Why, you dear little girls," said Mr. Artman. "Did you do this for me ?" "For all of us," said Treasure. "We knew it would make us all happy if you could be right in the home with us, and comfortable, not shut up by yourself in a dark room alone up-stairs, and so we did it for the whole family." "Where is Miss Carlton?" asked Doris. "She left yesterday," said Zee. "We wanted to have the house to ourselves." "But wherever did you get the money?" wori dered Doris. "Ladies' Aid," they shouted triumphantly. "We were going to do it with cheaper stuff oui 280 RISING TO THE MANSE of our allowance but when they heard about it they chipped in and, oh, how we have worked." Zee danced about on joyous toes. "And the house cleaning is all done and come up-stairs and see father's room." There was not even a white coverlet on the bed in his room, only the very palest and softest of colors and upholstering on the chairs in deep green tones even the paper on the wall was changed. "Whoever in the world " gasped Doris. "Bangs and the Corduroy Crab," exulted Zee. "They worked and worked, and made the whole room over. Isn't the Curious Cat a darling not to tell you ? He knew it all the time." Doris held out her hand to him impulsively, and he took it, and kept it in his. "And that isn't all sit down, everybody," cried Zee nervously. "We haven't half shown you everything. Sit down, and Qfou tell if, Treasure, your part comes next." "You tell it, Zee, you talk more I mean bet- ter, than I do." 281 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Well," began Zee, nothing loath, perching herself on her father's knee and beaming around on them like a fairy godmother, "you see when we first knew about father's eyes, and Doris and Rosalie were doing everything for father, we felt just terribly badly, because we couldn't do any- thing, and we felt so useless, we just hated to be alive. And so we talked to our nice old Cat " "Zee!" "It is a compliment, Mr. MacCammon," she said, smiling on him warmly. "And between the three of us we figured and schemed for we were determined to do our share, and and come up to the manse, you know. We wanted to rise to the the occasion with the rest of you, even if we are young and usually in trouble. And so guess what Treasure did." "Tell us," begged Doris. "Nobody can ever tell what either of you ever did," said Rosalie. "Well, she began going to domestic science classes, hours and hours and hours. And when Miss Carlton was here, they worked every mhi- 282 RISING TO THE MANSE ute, both of them, like like dogs cooking and baking, and learning stuff, and Treasure is a per- fectly wonderful cook better than Doris herself. She can cook anything in the world, and bake bread, and she can cook the whole meal, all by herself, and she loves it, and she is going to do if all the time after this, so Doris will have more time for father, and to help with the church, and to entertain Mr. MacCammon, and so forth." "Honestly?" "Wait till dinner, and you shall see." "And, father," began Treasure gently, "you know I do not care for school much, and now I have finished high school, I thought maybe you would not make me go to college. I can't teach or anything. I am too afraid to get up before folks, and won't you please let me stay at home and be your cook, and just study music, and a few little things like that?" "Why, Treasure!" "Well, think it over," said Zee. "It is open for consideration anyhow." "Tell about your part, Zee." 283 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Oh, mine is not important," said Zee, "the cooking is the big job." "It is, too, important," cried Treasure indig- nantly. "Poor little Zee has been darning and mending every minute for the last month and her fingers are all pricked up, and she got so tired of it but she can do it just fine, and she is go- ing to all the rest of the time and she and I have been making beds and sweeping, and we are awfully smart at it if we do say so ourselves * and so, Miss General, you are out of a job. Zee and I take the whole house." "But what am I to do?" asked Doris dazedly. MacCammon squeezed her fingers suggestively, but Doris could not or would not get the message. "You are to play with father, and call on the sick," said Zee glibly. "We've got it all figured out. You and father and Rosalie are to play all summer, go camping, and fishing and hunting and go driving around the country to conventions and chautauquas, and and everything." "Oh, that blessed car," said Doris. "Oh, dear Mr. Davison, how good and kind he was." 284 RISING TO THE MANSE "Doris will have Mr. Davison haloed before long. He has grown constantly better since the. day of his death." "It taught me a lesson, Rosalie. I never be* lieved there was any good in that man at all but now I know there must have been a divine spark in him all the time, and maybe if we had not been so sure he was no good, we might have fanned the spark a little before he died. I feel guilty about Mr. Davison my conscience hurts." "But, girls, you are so young " protested Mr. Artman. "Just try us, father, that is all. We've got the goods you watch us deliver," cried Zee, and for. once Doris did not reprove her for the slang. "There does not seem much need for a min- ister here, then," he said, laughing. "With Rosa- lie taking my Sunday-school class, and Doris se- lecting my sermons, and both of them looking up references what is the use of having a preacher?" *'You must still listen to the troubles, and weep 5?ith the sad, and rejoice with the gay and you 285 LEAVE IT TO DORIS must still do the marrying and the burying and the baptizing," said Rosalie quickly. Treasure and Zee nudged each other, and gig- gled ecstatically. For they knew what the others 'did not that in all the loyal little church there was a covenant of joy passing around from one to another. "Let's go to him in gladness, rather than in complaint," was the new byword. And the people were storing up bits of happiness to take to him from day to day, little triumphs of business, spicy portions of humor and fun and the daily annoyances and the petty grievances were being pushed aside and forgotten. For in time of stress and calamity, the heart of the church beats true. Of course, when sorrow comes, it is the minister's portion to enter into the innermost recesses of the soul, for that is his inalienable right, as pastor of human hearts, and no physical weakness of his own can weaken his fount of sympathy and tenderness. But because they loved him, all the church was learning to look up, and laugh. And somehow it made worship sweeter when there was jojr anci 286 RISING TO THE MANSE gratitude and faith among them and they were lifted out of the narrow circle of self. No wonder, then, that Mr. Artman, in the soft light of the room that had been his sanctuary for years, with his baby girls in his arms, and witH the two strong radiant daughters standing near him, felt that the manse was a place of benedic-* tion and of peace. "I used to wonder if I could rear my girls alone," he said, smiling, though his voice was tremulous. "There were so many problems and it was hard to see if we were coming out just right I used to wonder if I knew enough to handle it." Zee patted his shoulder reassuringly. "We never doubted it, father," she said, in a most ma- ternal voice. "Of course, we had lots of trouble, father, get- ting grown up," said Treasure. "But you might know that when the time came we would be " "There with the goods," put in Zee impishly. "We just naturally rose to the standard of the manse," said the General grandly. 287 LEAVE IT TO DORIS MacCammon had not released his hold of Doris' hand, and now he drew her outside the room and closed the door. "Doris," he said, "I can't wait any longer. I am afraid the bishop might send a telegram, or come flying in by aeroplane. And I want to make sure of belonging to this family right away. You are wonderful all of you the whole fam- W "It is the manse," said Doris, smiling. "It keeps us up, and coming. We have to live up to it." "It is the manse, partly, perhaps," he said, "but it is mostly" "I know it is mostly father. Nobody could doubt that. Did you ever see a father like him?" "I never did, and I never saw a Doris like you. Please excuse me, dearest, for making you think of me, when your heart is full of your father, and your sisters, and your manse but I love you very much. When your father's eyes are strong and well, and when Rosalie has finished college, and when Treasure is really ready for promotion 288 RISING TO THE MANSE to a captaincy then will you come and make me happy ?" Doris flushed warmly, and lifted her eyes to his face, looking steadily at him. "Do not think it is just selfishness, dearest, my trying to intrude on your sacred hour of coming home, but " "You could not intrude," she said softly. "For you belong in the home-coming. It would not be coming home at all if you were not here." Her lips were quivering, and the tears rushed to her eyes as he put his arms around her. After a time, Zee opened the door and whirled out upon them. "Mercy!" she said. "I was coming after you. Father wants everybody to be right there every minute." "I know now there never was any chance for the bishop," said MacCammon, smiling. "Oh, the poor bishop! That bad little Rosalie was just scaring me." "That bad little Rosalie is turning out to be a great and glorious girl," said Doris proudly. 289 LEAVE IT TO DORIS "Isn't she? And to think we used to call her the awful Problem of the manse." "That bad little Rosalie is turning out a per- fectly grand and glorious girl because she had a sweet wise sister to solve the awful problems for her. I know, for she told me herself." Zee, leaning patiently against the wall, held up a respectful hand as though to a teacher in school. "May I speak now, please? Father wants his General to take charge." "Zee, I hope you approve of me for a brother- in-law, for it won't do any good if you do not. It is all settled, and you may as well be pleased." "Oh, Doris," wailed Zee, suddenly tearful. "Not really." "Why, Zee," cried Doris, shocked at her in- tensity of grief. "Why, Baby! I will be here a long, long time yet and never far away." "Oh, and I haven't a cent to my name. I spent all I had, and all I could borrow, on those cur- tains in father's room." "Oh, cheer up you won't need to buy a wed- 290 RISING TO THE MANSE ding present yet a while. We won't hurry you. Your I. O. U. is good with us." "It is not that, goosie," said Zee with lofty scorn. "But Treasure and I bet a dollar on it and I picked the bishop I never dreamed that Doris would go back on us preachers and now I haven't got the dollar." "Serves you right," said MacCammon grimly. "I am glad you lost. And you can't get a loan out of me. If you had bet on me, I'd give you the dollar and tickled to death." "Come on back to father," said Zee, struggling heroically to rise to the heights required. "This is father's day. 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