"Well, I told you she would know what I want," said Mr.Ruck."She says I want to go up to Appenzell, wherever that is; that I want to drink whey and live in a high latitude--what did she call it?--a high altitude.She seemed to think we ought to leave for Appenzell to-morrow; she'd got it all fixed.She says this ain't a high enough lat--a high enough altitude.And she says I mustn't go too high either; that would be just as bad; she seems to know just the right figure.She says she'll give me a list of the hotels where we must stop, on the way to Appenzell.I asked her if she didn't want to go with as, but she says she'd rather sit still and read.I expect she's a big reader."The daughter of this accomplished woman now reappeared, in company with Miss Ruck, with whom she had been strolling through the outlying parts of the garden.
"Well," said Miss Ruck, glancing at the red paper lanterns, "are they trying to stick the flower-pots into the trees?""It's an illumination in honour of our arrival," the other young girl rejoined."It's a triumph over Madame Chamousset.""Meanwhile, at the Pension Chamousset," I ventured to suggest, "they have put out their lights; they are sitting in darkness, lamenting your departure."She looked at me, smiling; she was standing in the light that came from the house.M.Pigeonneau, meanwhile, who had been awaiting his chance, advanced to Miss Ruck with his glass of syrup."I have kept it for you, Mademoiselle," he said; "I have jealously guarded it.It is very delicious!"Miss Ruck looked at him and his syrup, without any motion to take the glass."Well, I guess it's sour," she said in a moment; and she gave a little shake of her head.
M.Pigeonneau stood staring with his syrup in his hand; then he slowly turned away.He looked about at the rest of us, as if to appeal from Miss Ruck's insensibility, and went to deposit his rejected tribute on a bench.
"Won't you give it to me?" asked Miss Church, in faultless French.
"J'adore le sirop, moi."
M.Pigeonneau came back with alacrity, and presented the glass with a very low bow."I adore good manners," murmured the old man.
This incident caused me to look at Miss Church with quickened interest.She was not strikingly pretty, but in her charming irregular face there was something brilliant and ardent.Like her mother, she was very simply dressed.
"She wants to go to America, and her mother won't let her," said Miss Sophy to me, explaining her companion's situation.
"I am very sorry--for America," I answered, laughing.
"Well, I don't want to say anything against your mother, but I think it's shameful," Miss Ruck pursued.
"Mamma has very good reasons; she will tell you them all.""Well, I'm sure I don't want to hear them," said Miss Ruck."You have got a right to go to your own country; every one has a right to go to their own country.""Mamma is not very patriotic," said Aurora Church, smiling.
"Well, I call that dreadful," her companion declared."I have heard that there are some Americans like that, but I never believed it.""There are all sorts of Americans," I said, laughing.
"Aurora's one of the right sort," rejoined Miss Ruck, who had apparently become very intimate with her new friend.
"Are you very patriotic?" I asked of the young girl.
"She's right down homesick," said Miss Sophy; "she's dying to go.If I were you my mother would have to take me.""Mamma is going to take me to Dresden."
"Well, I declare I never heard of anything so dreadful!" cried Miss Ruck."It's like something in a story.""I never heard there was anything very dreadful in Dresden," Iinterposed.
Miss Ruck looked at me a moment."Well, I don't believe YOU are a good American," she replied, "and I never supposed you were.You had better go in there and talk to Mrs.Church.""Dresden is really very nice, isn't it?" I asked of her companion.
"It isn't nice if you happen to prefer New York," said Miss Sophy.
"Miss Church prefers New York.Tell him you are dying to see New York; it will make him angry," she went on.
"I have no desire to make him angry," said Aurora, smiling.
"It is only Miss Ruck who can do that," I rejoined."Have you been a long time in Europe?""Always."
"I call that wicked!" Miss Sophy declared.
"You might be in a worse place," I continued."I find Europe very interesting."Miss Ruck gave a little laugh."I was saying that you wanted to pass for a European.""Yes, I want to pass for a Dalmatian."
