Madcap Part 8
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"Not then--but I'm rather enjoying it now." He took a dish from her fingers. "You know you _did_ drop in rather informally. Who's been talking of me?"
"Oh, that's the penalty of distinction. One hears such things. _Are_ you queer, morbid and eccentric?"
"I believe I am," amusedly, "now that you mention it."
She was silent a moment before she spoke again.
"I don't believe it--at all. But you _are_ unconventional, aren't you?"
"According to the standards of _your_ world, yes, decidedly."
"_My_ world! What do you know about my world?"
"Only what you've told me by your opinions of mine."
"I haven't expressed my opinions."
"There's no need of your expressing them."
"If you're going to be cross I'll not wash another dish." But she handed the last of them to him and emptied the dishpan.
"Now," she exclaimed. "I wish you'd please go outside and smoke."
"Outside! Why?"
"I'm going to put this place in order. Ugh! I've never in my life seen such a mess. _Won't_ you go?"
He looked around deprecatingly. "I'm sorry you came in here. It _is_ rather a mess on the floor--and around," and then as though by an inspiration, "but then you know, I do keep the pots and dishes clean."
By this time she had reached the shelves over which she ran an inquisitive finger.
"Dust!" she sniffed. "Barrels of it! and the plates--?" She took one down and inspected it minutely. "I thought so. _Please_ go out," she pleaded.
"And if I don't?"
"I'll do it anyway."
By this time she was peering into the corners, from one of which she triumphantly brought forth a mop and pail.
"Oh, I say, I'm not going to let you do that."
"I don't see that you've got any choice in the matter. I'm going to clean up, and if you don't want to be splashed, I'd advise you to clear out."
She went to the spigot and let the water run into the bucket, while she extended her palm in his direction.
"Now some soap please--hand-soap, if you have it. _Any_ soap, if you haven't."
"I've only got this," he said lifting the soap from the dishpan.
"Oh, very well. Now please go and paint." But Markham didn't. He found it more amusing to watch her small hands rubbing the soap into the fiber of the mop.
"If you'll show me I'll be very glad--" he volunteered. But as he came forward, she brought the wet mop out of the bucket with a threatening sweep which splashed him, and set energetically to work about his very toes.
He moved to the door jamb, but she pursued him.
"Outside, please," with relentless scorn. "This is no place for a philosopher."
Markham was inclined to agree with her and retreated in utter rout.
CHAPTER VI
THE RESCUE
On the porch he sank into the wicker chair, filled his pipe and looked afar, his ear attuned to the sounds of his domestic upheaval, not quite sure whether he was provoked or amused. At moments, by her pluck she had excited his admiration, at others she had seemed a little less worthy of consideration than a spoiled child, but her present role amused him beyond expression. Whoever she was, whatever her mission in life, she was quite the most remarkable young female person in his experience. Who? It didn't matter in the least of course, but he found himself somewhat chagrined that his memory had played him such a trick. Young girls, especially the impudent, self-satisfied kind that one met in America, had always filled Markham with a vague alarm. He didn't understand them in the least, nor did they understand him, and he had managed with some discretion to confine his attentions to women of a riper growth. Madame Tcherny, for instance!
Markham sat suddenly upright in his chair, a look of recognition in his eyes.
Olga Tcherny! Of course, he remembered now. And this was the cheeky little thing Olga had brought to the studio to see her portrait, who had strutted around and talked about money--Miss--er--funny he couldn't think of her name! He got up after a while, walked around and peered in at the kitchen door.
His visitor had washed the shelves with soap and water, and now he found her down on her knees with the bucket and scrubbing-brush working like a fury.
"See here, I can't let you do that--" he began again.
She turned a flushed face up at him and then went on scrubbing.
"You've got to stop it, do you hear? I won't have it. You're not up to that sort of work. You haven't got any right to do a thing like this. Get up at once and go out of doors!"
She made no reply and backed away toward the door of the living-room, finis.h.i.+ng the last strip of unscoured floor before she even replied.
Then she got up and looked at her work admiringly.
"There!" she said as though to herself. "That's better."
The area of damp floor lay between them and when he made a step to relieve her of the bucket she had lifted, she waved him back.
"Don't you _dare_ walk on it--after all my trouble. Go around the other way."
He obeyed with a meekness that surprised him, but when he reached the other door she had already emptied her bucket and her roving eye was seeking new fields to conquer.
"You've got to stop it at once," he insisted.
"It's the least I can do to earn my board. This room must be dusted, the bed made and--"
"No. I won't have it."
He took her by the elbows and pushed her out of the door to the chair on the porch into which she sank, red of face and out of breath.
"I'll only rest for a minute," she protested.
Madcap Part 8
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