Dorothy on a House Boat Part 4

"Quite right. I'm Aurora Blank. These are my friends. That's my brother. My father owns--I mean--he ought--We came down for a farewell lark. We'd all expected to cruise in her all autumn till--. Have a cup of tea, Miss--Calvert, is it?"

"Yes, I'm Dorothy. This is Elsa Carruthers and this--James Barlow. You seem to be having a lovely time and we won't disturb you. We're going to inspect the tender. Ephraim, please help Elsa across when we come to the plank."

The silence which followed proved that the company of merrymakers was duly impressed by Dolly's treatment of their intrusion. Also, the dignity with which the old colored man followed and obeyed his small mistress convinced these other Southerners that his "family" was "quality." Dorothy's simple suit, worn with her own unconscious "style," seemed to make the gayer costumes of the Blank party look tawdry and loud; while the eager spirituality of Elsa's face became a silent reproof to their boisterous fun, which ceased before it.

Only one member of the tea-party joined the later visitors. This was the foppish youth whom Aurora had designated as "my brother." Though ill at ease he forced himself to follow and accost Dorothy with the excuse:

"Beg pardon, Miss Calvert, but we owe you an apology. We had no business down here, you know, and I say--it's beastly. I told Rora so, but--I mean, I'm as much to blame as she. And I say, you know, I hope you'll have as good times in the Lily as we expected to have--and--I'll bid you good day. We'll clear out, at once."

But Dorothy laid her hand on his arm to detain him a moment.

"Please don't. Finish your stay--I should be so sorry if you didn't, and you've saved me a lot of trouble."

Gerald Blank stared and asked:

"In what way, please? I'm glad to think it."

"Why, I was going to hunt up your address, or that of your family. I'd like to have you and your sister go with us next week on our cruise.

We mayn't take the same route you'd have chosen, but--will you come?

It's fair you should and I'd be real glad. Talk it over with your sister and let me know, to-morrow, please, at this address. Good-bye."

She had slipped a visiting-card into his hand and while he stood still, surprised by her unexpected invitation, she hurried after her own friends--and to meet the disgusted look on Jim Barlow's face.

"I say, Dolly Calvert, have you lost your senses?"

"I hope not. Why?"

"Askin' that fellow to go with us! The idea! Well, I'll tell you right here and now, there won't be room enough on this boat for that popinjay an' me at the same time. I don't like his cut. Mrs. Calvert won't, either, and you'd ought to consult your elders before you launch out promiscuous, this way. All told, it's nothing but a boat.

Where you going to stow them all, child?"

"Oh, there'll be room enough, and you should be studying your engine instead of scolding me. You're all right, though, Jimmy-boy, so I don't mind telling you that whatever invitations I've given so far, were planned from the very day I was allowed to accept the Lily. Now get pleasant right away and find out how much or little you know about that engine."

Jim laughed. n.o.body could be offended with happy Dorothy that day, and he was soon deep in exploration of his new charge; his pride in his ability to handle such a perfect bit of machinery increasing every moment.

When they returned from the tender to the main saloon they found it empty and in order. Everything was as s.h.i.+pshape as possible, the young Blanks having proudly demonstrated their father's skill in arrangement, and then quietly departing. Gerald's whispered announcement to his sister had secured her prompt help in breaking up their tea-party, and she now felt as ashamed of the affair as he had been.

At last, even Jim was willing to leave the Water Lily, reminded by hunger that he'd eaten nothing since his early breakfast; and returning the grateful Elsa to her father's care, he and Dorothy walked swiftly down the pier to the car line beyond, to take the first car which came. It was full of workmen returning from the factories beyond and for a time Dorothy found no seat, while Jim went far forward and Ephraim remained on the rear platform, whence, by peering through the back window, he could still keep a watchful eye over his beloved "li'l miss."

Somebody left the car and he saw the girl pushed into a vacant place beside a rough, seafaring man with crutches, and poorly clad. He resented the "old codger's" nearness to his dainty darling and his talking to her. Next he saw that the talk was mostly on Dorothy's side and that when the cripple presently left the car it was with a cordial handshake of his little lady, and a smiling good-bye from her. Then the "codger" limped to the street and Ephraim looked after him curiously.

Little did he guess how much he would yet owe that vagrant.

CHAPTER III

THE DIFFICULTIES OF GETTING UNDER WAY.

How that week flew! How busy was everybody concerned in the cruise of the wonderful Water Lily!

Early on the morning after his arrival, Jim Barlow repaired to Halcyon Point, taking an expert engineer with him, as Aunt Betty had insisted, and from that time till the Water Lily sailed he spent every moment of his waking hours in studying his engine and its management. At the end he felt fully competent to handle it safely and was as impatient as Dorothy herself to be off; and, at last, here they all were waiting on the little pier for the word of command or, as it appeared, for one tardy arrival.

From her own comfortable steamer-chair, Aunt Betty watched the gathering of the company and wondered if anybody except Dolly could have collected such a peculiar lot of contrasts. But the girl was already "calling the roll" and she listened for the responses as they came.

"Mrs. Elisabeth Cecil Somerset Calvert?"

"Present!"

"Mrs. Charlotte Bruce?"

"Here."

"Mabel Bruce?"

"Present!"

"Elsa Carruthers?"

"Oh! I--don't know--I guess--." But a firm voice, her father's, answered for the hesitating girl, whose timidity made her shrink from all these strangers.

"Aurora Blank? Gerald Blank?"

"Oh, we're both right on hand, don't you know? Pop's pride rather stood in the way, but--Present!"

"Mr. Ephraim Brown-Calvert?"

The old man bowed profoundly and answered:

"Yeah 'm I, li'l miss!"

"That ends the pa.s.sengers. Now for the crew. Captain Jack Hurry?"

n.o.body responded. Whoever owned the rapid name was slow to claim it.

But Dorothy smiled and proceeded. "Cap'n Jack" was a surprise of her own. He would keep for a time.

"Engineer James Barlow?"

"At his post!"

"Master Engineer, John Stinson?"

"Present!" called that person, laughing. He was Jim's instructor and would see them down the bay and into the quiet river where they would make their first stop.

"Mrs. Chloe Brown, a.s.sistant chef and dishwasher?"

"Yeah 'm I?" returned the only one of Aunt Betty's household-women who dared to trust herself on board a boat "to lib." She was Methuselah's mother and as his imposing name was read, answered for him; while the "cabin boy and general utility man" ducked his woolly head beneath her skirts, for once embarra.s.sed by the attention he received.