“We’re not doing anything,” rebelliously, “you are so boss-y.”
“Moo-oo,” muttered Berta to her plate. “Bow-wow-wow.” Bea choked over her glass and fled precipitately, leaving her partner to capture a pitcher of milk ostensibly to drink before going to bed.
Of course they would have regretted missing dessert as well as soup, if Gertrude had not asked permission to carry some of the whipped cream to her room. It was easier to do something unnecessarily generous than to beg Sara’s pardon—which was merely plain hard duty. The girls were not in the study when she entered with her offering, but soon Bea dashed in and dropped breathlessly on the couch, with a conspicuous effort to act as if accustomed to arrive without her present double. Gertrude listened unsuspiciously to the flurried explanation that Berta was kept by a—a—a—friend, before she revealed the brimming trophy from dessert.
Bea clapped her hands. “Oh, you darling! the very thing! Won’t that pup”—an abrupt and convulsive cough subsided brilliantly into, “that pet of a Berta be pleased! I’ll take it to her this instant.”
However, she did not invite Gertrude to accompany her, and upon her return after a prolonged absence, she conducted herself with odd restlessness. In the intervals of suggesting that they put up an engaged sign or read aloud or darn stockings or play patience before going to a certain spread, she stared at the clock. Promptly at eight she escaped from the door, near which she had been lingering for the past quarter-hour, with the carefully distinct announcement that she was going after Berta, and later she might attend the spread.
Five minutes later she was bending over a fluffy little creature nestling on Gertrude’s best pillow in one of the partitioned off bathrooms at the end of the corridor.
“He’s been pretty good,” said Berta as she surrendered the spoon, “and he likes the cream, only the bubbles in it keep him awake, I think. Somebody hammered at the door so long that I had to stuff a lot into his mouth every time he started to cry.”
Bea assumed her station of nurse with businesslike briskness. “Hurry back to Gertrude, and coax her to go to that spread if you can. She’s terribly blue to-night. Be sure to get back here at nine, and I will take my turn at the party so that nobody will be too curious about this affair. At ten we shall both be here to decide about the night.”
“Then we can hook the door on the inside, and climb over the partition. Won’t it be fun! I wonder if I shouldn’t better practice doing it now,” and Berta looked longingly at the black walnut precipice.
“You trot along this instant, and don’t let Gertrude suspect anything for the world. Be just as natural as you know how—more than ever before in your life. I reckon I shall put him to sleep in a jiffy.”