Red Pepper Burns Part 5
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Something b.u.mped against him. He turned his head on his pillow. A small figure at his side had raised itself upon its elbow; big black eyes in a pale little face were staring at him in affright. Burns roused himself, suddenly very wide awake indeed.
"It's all right, little man," said he, pulling the child gently into the warmth of his encircling arm. "You came home with me last night. Don't you remember? You're going to make me a visit. And this morning after breakfast we're going to drive to town and buy a train of cars--red, s.h.i.+ny cars and an engine with a bell on it. What do you think of that?"
It did not take long to change Bob's fright into the happiest antic.i.p.ations. Red Pepper Burns was at his best with children; he had what their mothers called "a way with them."
A knock at the door and Cynthia's voice calling, "Here's some things for the little boy, Doctor," put an end to a full half-hour of delightful comrades.h.i.+p, during which the sheets of the bed had became a tent and the two were soldiers resting after a day's march. Burns rose and took in the parcel. Martha Macauley had sent it. Her boy Harold was the nearest in size to Bob of any of the children of his neighbours, and the parcel held everything needed from unders.h.i.+rt to scarlet Windsor scarf to tie under the rolling collar of the blue blouse.
"A bath first, Bob," and his new guardian initiated him into the exciting experience of a splash in a big white tub, in water decidedly warmer than it would be a week hence when he should have become used to the invigorating cool plunge. Then Burns, glowing from contact with water as cold as it could be got from the tap, clad in bathrobe and slippers, attempted to solve the mysteries of Bob's toilet. Roars of laughter interspersed with high pipings of glee presently brought Cynthia to the door.
"Can't I help you, Doctor Burns?" she called anxiously.
"Not a bit of it, Cynthia: much obliged. I'm having the time of my life. Stand still, son; let's try it this way round!" came back to the housekeeper's ears.
"I ain't never wore so many things before," Bob declared doubtfully, as a small white waist with, dangling elastic stocking-supporters was finally discovered to go best b.u.t.toned in the back.
"I know. But you'll see how fine it is to have your stockings held up for you. Hi! Here are some sandals, Bob! Barefoot sandals, only we'll wear them over stockings to-day, since we're going shopping. Now for these blue garments I wonder how they go. Shapeless-looking things, they look to me. I suppose they'll resolve into baggy knickers and the sort of long s.h.i.+rt with a belt to it the youngsters of your age all wear.
Here we go. Does this top part b.u.t.ton behind, Bob, like the waist? No, I think not.... It sure looks odd, whichever way we don it, but that may be because it's pretty big. Harold's several sizes bigger than you, though he can't be much older. Give me six months and I'll have you filling out any other five-year-olds clothes."
"My hands--they're all gone," remarked the child, holding out his arms.
The blue sleeves did, indeed, cover them to the finger-tips. Laughing, Burns rolled the cloth back, making an awkward bunch at the wrist, but allowing the small hands freedom.
"When Mrs. Lessing trains her eye on you she'll want to make time getting to the shops," Burns observed, struggling with the scarlet scarf and finally tying it like a four-in-hand. "But you're clean, Bob, and hungry, I hope. Now I want a great big hug to pay me for dressing you."
He held out his arms, and his new charge sprang into them, pressing arms like sticks around the strong neck of the man who seemed to him already the best friend he had in the world--as he was.
At eleven o'clock, a round of calls made, the Green Imp came for Bob and Mrs. Lessing. They met him, hand in hand, the little figure in its voluminous misfit clothes looking quaint, enough beside the perfect outlines of his companion's attire. But both faces were very happy.
"How many dollars do you suppose Ellen has, stowed away in that handsome purse of hers, ready to spend on the child?" Martha Macauley queried of Winifred Chester as they watched the Green Imp out of sight from the Macauley porch.
Mrs. Chester shook her head. "I've no idea. She'll want to get him everything a child could have. But Red won't let her."
"He won't know. He'll drop them at a store and go off to the hospital.
The things will come home by special delivery, and the next thing he sees will be Bob in silk socks and white linen."
"I don't believe it. He'll go shopping with them. He's wild over the boy, and he doesn't care a straw what people might think who saw the three together. He'll tyrannize over Ellen--and she'll let him, for the pleasure of being ruled by a man once more!"
It was a shrewd prophecy and goes to show that women really understand each other pretty well--women of the same sort. For Red Pepper Burns did go shopping with the pair from start to finish. It was an experience he did not see any, occasion for missing.
"You won't mind my coming, too?" was all the permission he asked, and Mrs. Lessing answered simply: "Surely not, if you care to. We shall want your judgment."
She had not conducted them to a department store, but to the small shop of a decidedly exclusive children's outfitter. Burns knew nothing about the presumably greater cost of buying a wardrobe in a place like this, but he soon scented danger. He scrutinized certain gla.s.s showcases containing wax lay figures of pink-cheeked youngsters attired as for the stage, and boomed his first caution into his companion's ear.
"That's not the sort of puppet we want to make out of Bob, eh?" he suggested.
She turned, smiling. "Not unless you intend to keep him in a gla.s.s case, Doctor Burns."
"No long-trousered imitation of a sailor-boy, either, please," said he, pointing, disfavour in his eye, at the presentment of a curly-headed infant of five in a Jack-tar outfit of white flannel topped by an expensive straw hat.
"I see you're not going to trust me," murmured Mrs. Lessing, as a slim-waisted, trailing-black-gowned saleswoman approached.
"I'll trust you, but I intend to keep my eye on you," admitted Burns frankly. He observed with interest the wonderful figure of the saleswoman. Quite possibly that lady thought he was admiring her, for nothing in his face could have told her that he was mapping out in his surgeon's mind her physical anatomy, and speculating as to where in the name of Hygeia she could have disposed of her digestive organs in a circ.u.mference the diminutive size of that!
Underwear first. Mrs. Lessing went straight at the foundations of Bob's make up, and began to look over boxes of little gossamer s.h.i.+rts and tiny union suits of a fabric so delicately fine that Burns handled a fold of it suspiciously.
"Silk?" he questioned.
She shook her head, the corners of her mouth curving. "Only a thread now and then. Mostly lisle--for very hot weather. These others have some wool in them, for cooler days. Those nearest you are quite warm, though very light in weight. For really cold weather--"
"You're not planning to watch the thermometer and keep him changing underwear accordingly?"
"Not at all, Doctor Burns. But four weights for the year aren't too many, are they?"
"Are you buying for a year ahead?"
"Please let me. I shall not be here when he needs to change."
Their eyes met. Something in hers made him desist from argument.
Stockings came next. Mrs. Lessing bought substantial tan ones in quant.i.ty, long and well reenforced. Then she took up socks of russet and of white. "Shall you object to his wearing these a good, deal?" she asked Burns. He took up one small sample, running his fingers into it.
"I should think he might put his toes through one of those in an hour or two," he suggested. "His legs are pretty thin. Do you think pipe-stem legs in short socks, to say nothing of bruises and scratches, really attractive?"
"You want him to go barefooted a good deal of the time, don't you?"
"Sure. But legs in socks are neither fish, flesh, nor good red herring, to my thinking."
In spite of the smile on his lips, he looked obstinate and she deliberated, drawing a white sock unmistakably fine and expensive over her gray-gloved hand. Plainly she wanted to see Bob in socks and strap slippers, of the sort her boy would have worn. As she studied the sock Burns studied her profile. "Get him a pair, for your own satisfaction,"
he conceded.
He did not hear the order she gave, but the saleswoman was pleasantly smiling as she checked it.
The next thing that happened, Bob was being measured. Then he was trying on Russian blouse suits that fitted, practical little garments of blue galatea, of tan-coloured linen crash, even of brown holland. Burns looked on approvingly. The clothes turned Bob into a gentleman's son, no doubt of that, but it was the sort of gentleman's son who can have the very best of romping, good times.
Something diverted b.u.ms's attention for a little, and when he turned back to Bob a bright scarlet reefer had been pulled on over his blouse, and a wide sailor hat with a scarlet ribbon crowned his black curls. The result was engagingly picturesque. But the critic frowned.
"I'm afraid that won't do, Mrs. Lessing," he objected decidedly.
"You don't like the colour? Not with his hair and eyes?"
"It won't hurt his hair, but it will his eyes. The sun on that red will torture him."
"Will it? I shouldn't have thought of it. So many children wear them."
"And shortly come to spectacles. Try it yourself for half an hour."
She drew off the reefer. Bob objected. "I like the red jacky, Dotter Burns," he said. It was his first comment. Hitherto he had been in a dazed state, submitting wonderingly to this strange experience.
Another small coat of tan-coloured cloth with a gorgeous red-and-brown emblem on the sleeve consoled him:
"I think we are through," said Mrs. Lessing Burns looked at her.
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