Molly Brown's College Friends Part 22

"Well, you kiddies be good and don't get your dresses mussed. It is almost time now. Don't wake Dodo." Of course Dodo had gone to sleep, since there was nothing more important on hand just then. Molly hurried off to the kitchen to see that the wedding breakfast was coming on as she had planned. Mrs. Murphy had hobbled up to help Kizzie, and Mrs.

McLean had sent over her two maids.

"All they need is a boss," sighed poor Molly. "If I only could be two places at one time!"

But whose familiar figure was that seen through the scullery door? The maids were all in a broad grin and Kizzie, as she expressed it, "was fittin' to bust."

"Mother! Mother! Where on earth did you come from?" and Molly had that dear lady clasped in her arms. "What are you doing in the back? Come on and hurry and get dressed! It is almost time!" Molly felt like little Cho-Cho when she cried out: "I'm so 'appee! I'm so 'appee!"

"I just this minute arrived and have no idea of dressing!" cried that dear lady when she could speak.

"Of course you needn't dress! You are lovely as you are--your hair is a bit mussed--and----"

"You mussed it but it will do very well for the part I am to play. I have no idea of appearing. I mean to serve this breakfast."

"But, Mother, I couldn't let you!"

"Nonsense! That is what I hurried on for. Why, child, when I realized that you were having a house party and a wedding and going to serve a great breakfast, I simply jumped on the train with a hand-bag and flew to you. You always have behaved as though you were triplets. Now run along and don't tell a soul I am here. I can be honored later on; now I want a big ap.r.o.n and room to operate. Kizzie has already told me what the breakfast is to be and you need not think about it. Run along!"

"Well, one more hug and I am gone. Aren't you even going to peek at the comply, as Mildred says?"

"Oh, I'll see the ceremony, never fear; but fly, Molly! The guests are coming."

Molly felt as though she really could fly. Her mother's arrival had relieved her of all fear about the wedding breakfast. It would be obliged to go off without a hitch now. Dear, dear Mother! How like her to come quietly slipping in the back way just in the nick of time!

One could have heard a pin drop in the old square house on the campus as the first strains of the wedding march arose and the rustle of skirts on the stairway announced the approach of the wedding procession. Andy was shaking and s.h.i.+vering in the hall, tightly clutching his father's arm.

He had declared that Dr. McLean must be his best man and would hear of no other. Of course he was just as scared as the groom always is, at least, all proper grooms.

At Judy's signal the little flower girls came dancing from the nursery, their fluffy skirts flying. The wreaths and garlands were handed them and they marched down the stairs feeling much more important than Nance herself.

"Heavens!" thought Molly as she followed them with Nance, "what on earth is the matter with Mildred's hair?" It was standing up in a most peculiar way. Instead of the curls that Katy had so carefully made, her ringlets had been brushed out and Molly realized that at least four inches of her daughter's hair had been cut off. "And Cho-Cho-San! What has happened to her?" In the middle of the child's head was a bare spot at least three inches in diameter. It looked as though it had been shaved.

Whatever the matter was, it affected the flower girls not in the least.

With many tosses of those shorn heads they marched into the parlor, scattering their posies as they had been told. When Otoyo saw the bald spot on the head of her offspring she almost fainted and had to hold on to the ready arm of honorable husband. Cho-Cho-San had clipped Mildred's hair to make it stand up like a kick-up dolly, and Mildred had stolen her father's safety razor and converted her little friend into a veritable j.a.panese dolly.

Nothing but the solemnity of the occasion kept Molly from hysterics. The little wretches must have got busy after she made her visit to the nursery. Evidently they were doing what Mildred called "playing true."

Cho-Cho was a j.a.panese dolly and Mildred was a kick-up. The little visitor did look exactly like one of those fascinating j.a.panese dolls, and Molly could but smile in spite of her distress. She was afraid to catch Judy's eye as she stepped back to let Andy take his place by Nance's side.

Never had the wedding ceremony seemed so impressive as on that second of April. Every mind was filled with the importance of the step that the country was taking, and with the prayer that Andy and Nance would prosper, was breathed the thought that the United States might come out victorious.

Nance was to go with Andy's unit in the capacity of interpreter. She was not a brilliant French scholar but was thorough in her knowledge of that as of everything she had undertaken. She frankly declared that she had been separated from Andy long enough and she intended to follow him to the ends of the earth if need be. It was that wonderful fact that made Andy's "I will!" so strong and clear. His tremblings left him and he stood by his dear girl like the soldier of the Red Cross that he was.

Nothing was impossible or too hard if Nance was to be with him.

Mrs. McLean's good, honest face was like an angel's as she gazed on her new daughter-in-law. No jealousy was depicted there--nothing but adoration, grat.i.tude that the girl was to make her Andy happy. Poor Dr.

McLean was sobbing like a baby and his good wife had to put her arms around him to comfort him.

All over! "Whom G.o.d hath joined together let no man put asunder." Andy clasped his Nance with the look of: "I dare anyone to try!"

Otoyo and Molly held a whispered consultation over their imaginative offspring and decided that nothing was to be said or done to the culprits on that day of days,--the reckoning must be deferred.

Those infants were greatly astonished, somewhat relieved and secretly chagrined that their prank was not noticed. They had expected to be even more important than the bride in their roles of j.a.panese and kick-up dolls.

"I weckon n.o.body don't love us 'nough to spank us even," pouted Mildred.

"j.a.panese babee gets not spank-ed--but honorable mother frowns on Cho-Cho when she loves her most after naughtiness--but now--but now--she smiles, but not with love," was the wail of the companion in crime and misery.

The efficient helmsman in the kitchen steered the wedding breakfast to safety. The affair went off with such expedition that the housekeepers present marveled at Molly's cleverness.

"She must have trained her servants wonderfully well," whispered one.

"I remember the joke they got off on Molly in college," laughed Miss Walker. "It was that she came of a family of famous cooks."

"It is not only the cooking now," said Mrs. Fern, Edwin's cousin and the mother of the perfect Alice. "It is the way it is served and the orderliness of the waitresses. I wonder that Molly can be with her guests while it is being done unless she has had a caterer come up from New York. I simply have to be in the pantry myself when my daughters entertain on a large scale. That is, unless I can hire someone to come take charge, and Wellington does not boast such a person. Alice is very particular but not willing to do much herself,--not able, in fact," she added lamely, a little afraid of having criticized her perfect daughter in public.

Mrs. Fern was very fond of Molly and admired her greatly in spite of the fact that she could not help bearing her a tiny secret grudge for marrying Edwin Green. That good lady had in her heart of hearts hoped that Alice was to bear off the professional prize. Perfect persons are not always very pleasant to live with and Alice Fern was no exception to the rule. Mrs. Fern wished no harm to Edwin but she would have been glad to s.h.i.+ft her burden of perfectness to other shoulders.

"We are just asking ourselves how you do it, my dear," she said as Molly came up to see that all was going well with her guests.

"Do it! I'll tell you a secret that I was not to divulge but I am simply bursting with it: Mother is in the pantry! She came in the back way, without my even knowing she had left Kentucky, and now she is directing operations. She refuses to appear until the party is over."

"Ah, that is the reason for that glow in your eyes!" exclaimed Miss Walker. "I used to say when you were a college girl that I could tell by your expression when the western mail had brought you a letter from Kentucky."

"I didn't know it showed so," blushed Molly, "but it does make me feel warm all over when I know my mother is near."

CHAPTER XVIII

THE PUNISHMENT OF MILDRED

The last rice thrown and the bridal party gone! Molly and Judy all that was left of the gay girls! The old crowd once more dispersed! I wonder if they will ever come together again. It had been a perfect time, and Molly, although dead tired, was very happy that she had been able to gather them in under her roof. All that worried her now was the fact that Mildred was to be punished. How, she was not certain.

Mrs. Brown, no longer in her ap.r.o.n but now the most honored of all, was ensconced on the sofa with Dodo in her arms and Mildred snuggled up close to her side. The child's eyes were big and sad. Her little cropped head was drooping and her mouth trembling. Even Granny was not noticing her naughtiness. Evidently n.o.body loved her!

Kent was seated on the floor, his head against his mother's knee, where, without exerting himself, he could see Judy's animated face and bright fluffy hair. Perhaps the time was soon coming when he would have to be far away from these beloved women. He was sure of his commission now and was ready for his country's call, but oh, it was hard to be uprooted from the pleasant spot where love had planted him! Ah, well! The war could not last forever and maybe there was a good time coming for all of them. It was hard to leave Judy, but it would be harder to take her with him if duty sent him to France. He did not criticize Andy McLean in the least. He knew his own business and Nance wanted to go with him but he, Kent Brown, had no idea of exposing his Judy to any more horrors of war.

The taste both of them had had of it was enough.

The little group around the fire was very quiet. Dormouse Dodo went off into his usual soporific state. Judy was knitting rapidly, and the click of her needles was all that broke the stillness. Judy always declared she did not mind knitting if she could just make her needles click. Molly was too tired to knit, too tired to do anything. If only she had settled matters with her first born! Her conscience told her it must be done and done soon. If only something would happen to keep her from having to do it, whatever it was to be. She actually prayed for strength to take the matter up and also that she would not have to take it up.

Suddenly on the twilight calm of the library there arose a broken-hearted wail! Mildred had broken out into an abandon of grief.

Her wails rent the air.

"Gee whilikins! I thought the Germans had come," exclaimed Kent, jumping to his feet.

"My darling, what is it?" asked Mrs. Brown as Mildred clutched her around the neck.

"Oh, Granny, Granny! My muvver hates me!"