The Girl from Montana - Page 98/133

Toward evening the grave butler, with many a deprecatory glance at the

neighborhood, arrived at the door of Mrs. Brady, and delivered himself of

the following message to that astonished lady, backed by her daughter and

her granddaughter, with their ears stretched to the utmost to hear every

syllable: "Mrs. Merrill Wilton Bailey sends word that her granddaughter, Miss

Elizabeth, has reached her home safely, and will remain with her. Miss

Elizabeth will come sometime to see Mrs. Brady, and thank her for her

kindness during her stay with her."

The butler bowed, and turned away with relief. His dignity and social

standing had not been so taxed by the family demands in years. He was glad

he might shake off the dust of Flora Street forever. He felt for the

coachman. He would probably have to drive the young lady down here

sometime, according to that message.

Mrs. Brady, her daughter, and Lizzie stuck their heads out into the

lamplighted street, and watched the dignified butler out of sight. Then

they went in and sat down in three separate stages of relief and

astonishment.

"Fer the land sakes!" ejaculated the grandmother. "Wall, now, if that

don't beat all!" then after a minute: "The impertinent fellow! And the

impidence of the woman! Thank me fer my kindness to me own grandchild! I'd

thank her to mind her business, but then that's just like her."

"Her nest is certainly well feathered," said Aunt Nan enviously. "I only

wish Lizzie had such a chance."

Said Lizzie: "It's awful queer, her looking like that, too, in that crazy

rig! Well, I'm glad she's gone, fer she was so awful queer it was jest

fierce. She talked religion a lot to the girls, and then they laughed at

her behind her back; and they kep' a telling me I'd be a missionary 'fore

long if she stayed with us. I went to Mr. Wray, the manager, and told him

my cousin was awfully shy, and she sent word she wanted to be excused fer

running away like that. He kind of colored up, and said 'twas all right,

and she might come back and have her old place if she wanted, and he'd say

no more about it. I told him I'd tell her. But I guess her acting up won't

do me a bit of harm. The girls say he'll make up to me now. Wish he would.

I'd have a fine time. It's me turn to have me wages raised, anyway. He

said if Bess and I would come to-morrow ready to stay in the evening, he'd

take us to a show that beat everything he ever saw in Philadelphia. I mean

to make him take me, anyway. I'm just glad she's out of the way. She

wasn't like the rest of us."