Two Little Women on a Holiday, Carolyn Wells [ink ebook reader .txt] 📗

“Ready for dinner, girls?” sounded a cheery voice, and Mrs. Berry came bustling in. “Almost, aren’t you? Try to remember that Mr. Forbes doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

“I’m scared to death,” said Bernice, frankly. “I never know what to say to Uncle Jeff, anyway, and being a guest makes it all the harder.”

“Pooh! I’m not afraid,” exclaimed Alicia. “Leave it to me. I’ll engineer the conversation and all you girls need to do is to chip in now and then.”

Alicia was a tall, fair girl, larger than any of the others. She was plump and jolly-looking, and had a breezy manner that was attractive because of her smiling good-natured face. She laughed a great deal, and seemed to have no lack of self-confidence and self-assurance. Her dress had many fluttering ribbons of vivid pink, and frills of lace of an inexpensive variety.

She led the way downstairs, calling out, “March on, march on to victory!” and the others followed.

The four entered the drawing-room, and found there a tall, dignified gentleman, in full evening dress. He had a handsome face, though a trifle stern and forbidding of expression, and his closely trimmed white beard was short and pointed. He had large, dark eyes, which darted from one girl to the other as the quartette appeared.

“H’m,” he said, “this is Bernice; how do you do, my dear? How do you do?”

“I’m Alicia,” announced that spry damsel, gaily, and she caught him by the hand.

“Yes, and very like your mother, my dear sister. Well, Alicia, if you possess half her fine traits, you’ll make a splendid woman. But I doubt if you are very much like her except in appearance. You look to me like a flibbertigibbet,—if you know what that is.”

“Yes, and I am one, thank you, Uncle Jeff,” and Alicia laughed gaily, not at all abashed at her uncle’s remark.

“These are my two friends from Berwick, uncle,” said Bernice, introducing them. “Dolly Fayre and Dotty Rose.”

“You are welcome, my dears,” and the courteous old gentleman bowed to them with great dignity. “I trust you can find amusement and enjoy your visit here. Now, let us dine.”

Dolly looked curiously at her host, as he stood back, and bowed the girls out of the room, before he followed them, but Dotty was so interested in the surroundings that she gave no second thought to Mr. Forbes, as she passed him.

The dining-room was a marvel of old time grandeur. Nothing was modern, but the heavy black walnut sideboard and chairs spoke of long usage and old time ways.

Mrs. Berry did not appear at the table, and evidently was not expected, as no place was set for her.

Mr. Forbes sat at the head, and two girls at either side. A grave-faced, important looking butler directed the service, and two footmen assisted. Everything was of the best, and wonderfully cooked and served, but Dolly and Dotty could scarcely eat for the novelty and interest of the scene.

“Come, come, Miss Fayre, eat your terrapin,” counselled Mr. Forbes, “it is not so good cold.”

“Oh, gracious, Uncle Jeff,” exclaimed the volatile Alicia, “don’t call those kids Miss! Call ‘em Dotty and Dolly, do.”

“Can’t remember which is which,” declared her uncle, looking at the two D’s. “I can remember the last names, because the Fayre girl is fair, and the Rose girl is rosy. I shall call them Rosy and Fairy, I think.”

“All right, Mr. Forbes,” and Dolly smiled and dimpled at the pretty conceit.

“And you two must call me something less formal,” he said. “Suppose you call me Uncle Forbes, as you are not really my nieces.”

This seemed a fine plan and was readily adopted.

“And now,” Mr. Forbes went on, “I don’t mind confessing that I’ve no idea what to do with you girls. By way of entertainment, I mean.”

“Oh, Uncle Jeff,” said Bernice, “it’s enough entertainment just to be here in New York for a week. Why, we will have all we can do to see the shops and the sights—I suppose we can go around sightseeing?”

“Bless my soul, yes. Of course you can. Go where you like. Order the motors whenever you choose. Mrs. Berry will do all you want her to; just tell her your plans. All I ask is that I shan’t be troubled with you during the day.”

“Why, uncle,” cried Alicia, “won’t we see you at all in the daytime?”

“No. I am a very busy man. I cannot have my work interrupted by a pack of foolish chatterers.”

“Whatever did you ask us for?” Alicia’s round face wore a look of surprised inquiry.

“Never you mind, miss. I had a very good reason for asking you, but one doesn’t always tell his reasons. However, I expect to see you every night at the dinner table, and for an hour or so afterward in the drawing room. The rest of the time you must amuse yourselves. Have you any friends in New York, any of you?”

“I have a few,” said Dotty, as the inquiring glance turned in her direction.

“Invite them to the house when you choose,” said Mr. Forbes, hospitably, if curtly.

“Oh, no, sir,” said Dotty, quickly. “They wouldn’t fit in.”

Mr. Forbes chuckled. “You have a sense of the fitness of things, Miss Rosy. Why wouldn’t they fit in?”

“Why, they’re plain people. Not grand and elegant like you.”

“Oho! So I’m grand and elegant, am I? And are you grand and elegant, too?”

Dotty considered. “Yes,” she said, finally, “I am, while I’m here. I’m very adaptable, and while I’m in New York, I mean to be just as grand and elegant as the house itself.”

Mr. Forbes burst into hearty laughter. “Good for you!” he cried. “When you’re in Rome do as the Romans do. And you, Fairy of the golden curls. Are you going to be grand, also?”

“I can’t,” returned Dolly, simply. “I can only be myself, wherever I am. But I shall enjoy all the beautiful things as much as Dotty.”

Again Mr. Forbes laughed. “You’re a great pair,” he said. “I’m glad I discovered you. And now, Bernice and Alicia, haven’t you any young friends in town you’d like to invite to see you here? Remember the house is yours.”

“Oh, Uncle Jeff,” cried Alicia, “you are too good! Do you mean it? Can we do just as we like? Invite parties, and all that?”

“Yes, indeed. Why not? Have the best time possible, and see to it that those two little friends of yours have a good time, too.”

“But won’t you go with us anywhere?” asked Bernice; “I thought you’d take us to see places where we can’t go alone.”

“Bless my soul! Take a lot of chattering magpies sightseeing! No, not if I know it! Mrs. Berry will take you; and on a pinch, I might let my secretary accompany you, say to see the downtown big buildings or the bright lights at night.”

“Oh, do you have a secretary?” asked Alicia. “What’s he like?”

“Fenn? Oh, he’s a good sort. Very dependable and really accommodating. He’ll be of great help to you, I’m sure.”

“What is your business, Mr. Forbes?” asked Dolly, who was much interested in this strange type of man. She had never seen any one like him, and he seemed to her a sort of fairy godfather, who waved his wand and gave them all sorts of wonderful gifts.

“I haven’t any business, my dear. My occupation and amusement is collecting specimens for my collection. I am an entomologist and ornithologist, if you know what those big words mean.”

“Yes, sir, I do.” And Dolly smiled back at him. “Mayn’t we see your collection?”

“I’m not sure about that, I don’t show it to everybody. It is up on the fourth floor of this house, and no one is allowed up there unless accompanied by myself or Mr. Fenn. By the way, remember that, all of you. On no account go up to the fourth floor. Not that you’d be likely to, for you have no call above the second floor, where your rooms are. But this is a special command. The house is yours, as I said, but that means only this first floor and the one above it.”

“Goodness me, Uncle Jeff!” said Alicia, “you needn’t lay down the law so hard! We’re not absolute babes, to be so strictly cautioned and forbidden! If you desire us not to go up the second flight of stairs, of course we won’t.”

“That’s right, my dear, don’t. But I do lay it down as a law, and it is the