I was quite ill the next morning—from excitement,
I suppose. Anyhow, I did not get up, and there
wasn’t any breakfast. Jim said he roused
Flannigan at eight o’clock, to go down and get
the fire started, and then went back to bed.
But Flannigan did not get up. He appeared, sheepishly,
at half-past ten, and by that time Bella was down,
in a towering rage, and had burned her hand and got
the fire started, and had taken up a tray for Aunt
Selina and herself.
As the others straggled down they boiled themselves
eggs or ate fruit, and nobody put anything away.
Lollie Mercer made me some tea and scorched toast,
and brought it, about eleven o’clock.
“I never saw such a house,” she declared.
“A dozen housemaids couldn’t put it in
order. Why should every man that smokes drop
ashes wherever he happens to be?”
“That’s the question of the ages,”
I replied languidly. “What was Max talking
so horribly about a little while ago?” Lollie
looked up aggrieved.
“About nothing at all,” she declared.
“Anne told me to clean the bath tubs with oil,
and I did it, that’s all. Now Max says he
couldn’t get it off, and his clothes stick to
him, and if he should forget and strike a match in
the—in the usual way, he would explode.
He can clean his own tub tomorrow,” she finished
vindictively.
At noon Jim came in to see me, bringing Anne as a
concession to Bella. He was in a rage, and he
carried the morning paper like a club in his hand.
“What sort of a newspaper lie would you call
this?” he demanded irritably. “It
makes me crazy; everybody with a mental image of me
leaning over the parapet of the roof, waving a board,
with the rest of you sitting on my legs to keep me
from overbalancing!”
“Maybe there’s a picture!” Anne
said hopefully.
Jim looked.
“No picture,” he announced. “I
wonder why they restrained themselves! I wish
Bella would keep off the roof,” he added, with
fresh access of rage, “or wear a mask or veil.
One of those fellows is going to recognize her, and
there’ll be the deuce to pay.”
“When you are all through discussing this thing,
perhaps you will tell me what is the matter,”
I remarked from my couch. “Why did you
lean over the parapet, Jim, and who sat on your legs?”
“I didn’t; nobody did,” he retorted,
waving the newspaper. “It’s a lie
out of the whole cloth, that’s what it is.
I asked you girls to be decent to those reporters;
it never pays to offend a newspaper man. Listen
to this, Kit.”
He read the article rapidly, furiously, pausing every
now and then to make an exasperated comment.
Attempt at escape
frustrated members of the four
hundred defy the law
