Bab - A Sub Deb

Very soon a knock came to the door, and somhody came in, like Mrs.

Patten's voice and said: "You're not going to bed, surely!"

"I'm going to pretend to have a sick headache," said the other Person,

and I knew it was the One-peace Lady. "He's going to come back in a

frenzey, and he'll take it out on me, unless I'm prepared."

"Poor Reggie!" said Mrs. Patten, "To think of him locked in there alone,

and no Clothes or anything. It's too funny for words."

"You're not married to him."

My heart stopped beating. Was SHE married to him? She was indeed. My

dream was over. And the worst part of it was that for a married man

I had done without Food or exercise and now stood in a hot closet in

danger of a terrable fuss.

"No, thank Heaven!" said Mrs. Patten. "But it was the only way to make

him work. He is a lazy dog. But don't worry. We'll feed him before he

sees you. He's always rather tractible after he's fed."

Were ALL my dreams to go? Would they leave nothing to my shattered

ilusions? Alas, no.

"Jolly him a little, to," said----can I write it?--Mrs. Beecher. "Tell

him he's the greatest thing in the World. That will help some. He's

vain, you know, awfully vain. I expect he's written a lot of piffle."

Had they listened they would have heard a low, dry sob, wrung from

my tortured heart. But Mrs. Beecher had started a vibrater, and my

anguished cry was lost.

"Well," said Mrs. Patten, "Will has gone down to let him out, I expect

he'll attack him. He's got a vile Temper. I'll sit with you till he

comes back, if you don't mind. I'm feeling nervous."

It was indeed painful to recall the next half hour. I must tell the

truth however. They discussed us, especialy mother, who had not called.

They said that we thought we were the whole summer Colony, although

every one was afraid of mother's tongue, and nobody would marry Leila,

except Carter Brooks, and he was poor and no prospects. And that I was

an incorrigable, and carried on somthing gastly, and was going to be put

in a convent. I became justly furious and was about to step out and tell

them a few plain Facts, when sombody hammered at the door and then came

in. It was Mr. Patten.

"He's gone!" he said.

"Well, he won't go far, in bathing trunks," said Mrs. Beecher.