In an incredibly short s.p.a.ce of time the bargain was closed.

The Jenkins family including the Boarder and Iry left the house one noon, each bearing a red bank-book. To the onlookers in the neighborhood, this Armada was all-impressive.

"Looks like a run on the bank," said the Boarder facetiously, as they all trooped up the steps to the big stone building.

The payment was made, and the deeds drawn in the names of all the family, but to the list was also added the name of the Boarder.

CHAPTER XXI

"I don"t see," observed Colette, on learning of the existence and development of the syndicate, "why the Boarder is in on it. I thought he was going to have a Lily Rose garden all his own."

"We thought so, too," replied Amarilly. "He"s been saving up to get married, and he"s got a raise now, so the day is set for some time in June; but he told us the night we were first planning to buy the house that he wanted to be one of the syndicate. You see Lily Rose works--I mean she overworks--in a factory, and so the Boarder--you know he is awful gentle-like to her--says that she mustn"t keep house or do anything but real light work after this. He has an interest in the house now, and he is going to build on a sort of an annex with a sitting-room and a bedroom and furnish it up fine, and when they are married, they are going to live there and take their meals with us. And they want Mr.

St. John to marry them, and they want you to come. And Mr. Derry is coming. He asked to be invited."

For once Colette did not laugh at the chronicles of the Jenkins family.

A very tender look came into her flashing eyes.

"That is very sweet in him--in the Boarder--to feel that way and to be so tender with Lily Rose. She ought to be very happy with a love and protection like that awaiting her."

"Yes," a.s.sented Amarilly; "it must be very nice to feel like that, and Mr. Derry says he really believes that it is only with poor folks like us and the Boarder and Lily Rose that love runs smooth."

"Then," said Colette musingly, "I wish I were poor--like you and the Boarder and Lily Rose!"

Amarilly secretly divined that this was merely a thought spoken aloud, so she made no comment. She had pondered a great deal over the att.i.tude of her two friends towards each other. The only place she ever encountered them together was at church and to her observing eyes it was quite apparent that there was a restraint in their bearing. Amarilly remained so preoccupied with her thoughts that Colette, looking at her searchingly, became curious as to the cause.

"Amarilly," she commanded, "tell me what you were thinking of just now-- I mean since I spoke last. I shall know by; your eyes if you don"t tell me exactly."

"Mr. Derry says my eyes will always give me away," evaded Amarilly.

"Of course they will. You can never be a flirt, Amarilly."

"I don"t want to," she replied indignantly.

Colette laughed.

"Well, tell me what you were thinking about?"

"I was wondering if Mr. St. John wasn"t trying any more to find that thing you lost in the surplice pocket."

"Oh, Amarilly, has Mr. Phillips censored that word, too? I was in hopes he would never hear you say "surplus," so he could not correct you."

"I told him you didn"t want me to speak correctly," said Amarilly a little resentfully.

"You did!" cried Colette, looking rather abashed. "And what did he say?"

"He said it was selfish in you to think more of your amus.e.m.e.nt than of my improvement."

Colette colored and was silent a moment.

"He"s right, Amarilly," she said impulsively. "I _am_ selfish to everyone. All I have ever cared for is to be entertained and made to laugh. I have been as selfish to St. John as I have to you and--I"ll tell you a secret, Amarilly, because I know that I can trust you. I"ve gone just a little bit too far with St. John. I told him he needn"t ever come to see me again until he found what was in the pocket of the surplice, and he took me at my word."

"He did all he could to find it," said Amarilly, immediately on the defence for the rector.

"I know he did, but you see before this I"ve always had everything I"ve asked for, even impossible things, and I didn"t want to have him fail me. I have been selfish and exacting with him, and I think he realizes it now."

"Well, when you"re in the wrong, all you"ve got to do is to say so."

"That isn"t easy, Amarilly."

"But it"s right."

"Oh, Amarilly, you"re like a man with your right and your wrong!"

"But you would make yourself happy, too, if you told him you knew it wasn"t up to him any more to find that."

"I"d rather be unhappy and stick to what I said. I must have my own way, Amarilly."

"Well," said Amarilly, abandoning an apparently hopeless subject, "I came to ask you to do me--us--the Boarder and Lily Rose, I mean, a favor."

"What is it, Amarilly?"

"Why, as I said, they want Mr. St. John to marry them, and they"re afraid he won"t want to because he--well--because he isn"t their kind, you know, and he has such a fashionable church."

"And you don"t know St. John better than that?"

"Why, yes; of course _I_ do, but they don"t know him at all, you know.

And the Boarder is real shy, anyhow. And so I told him I"d ask you to ask him."

"Why don"t you ask him?"

"I think it would please him so to have you ask. He likes to have you take interest in others."

"Amarilly, you are a regular little Sherlock! Well, yes, I will,"

promised Colette, secretly glad of this opportunity for friendly converse with John once more, "but if the--Annex has to be built first, there"s no hurry."

"Yes, there is. The Boarder wants everything settled now, so they can be looking forward to it."

"Very well, Amarilly. I"ll see him to-morrow night. Will that do?"

"Oh, yes; thank you, Miss King."

"Tell me more about the wedding plans. Are you to be bridesmaid?"

"She isn"t going to have one. It won"t be a stylish wedding, you know.

Just quiet--like one of our neighborhood evenings. Only when I told Mr.

Derry about it, he said he should come up that afternoon and trim the house up with greens, and that he should come to see them married."