At his hastily departing back she,too,murmured:"Good-morning."Before I knew it I had screamed out loudly from my table:"But he hasn't told you the day he wants it for!"Before she knew it she had flown to the door--my cry had set her going,as if I had touched a spring--and there he was at the door himself,rushing back.He,too,had remembered.It was almost a collision,and nothing but their good Southern breeding,the way they took it,saved it from being like a rowdy farce.
"I know,"he said simply and immediately."I am sorry to be so careless.
It's for the twenty-seventh."
She was writing it down in the order-book."Very well.That is Wednesday of next week.You have given us more time than we need."She put complete,impersonal business into her tone;and this time he marched off in good order,leaving peace in the Woman's Exchange.
No,not peace;quiet,merely;the girl at the counter now proceeded to grow indignant with me.We were alone together,we two;no young man,or any other business,occupied her or protected me.But if you suppose that she made war,or expressed rage by speaking,that is not it at all.From her counter in front to my table at the back she made her displeasure felt;she was inaudibly crushing;she did not do it even with her eye,she managed it--well,with her neck,somehow,and by the way she made her nose look in profile.Aunt Carola would have embraced her--and I should have liked to do so myself.She could not stand the idea of my having,after all these days of official reserve that she had placed between us,startled her into that rush to the door annihilated her dignity at a blow.So did I finish my sandwiches beneath her invisible but eloquent fire.What affair of mine was the cake?And what sort of impertinent,meddlesome person was I,shrieking out my suggestions to people with whom I had no acquaintance?These were the things that her nose and her neck said to me the whole length of the Exchange.I had nothing but my own weakness to thank;it was my interest in weddings that did it,made me forget my decorum,the public place,myself,everything,and plunge in.
And I became more and more delighted over it as the girl continued to crush me.My day had been dull,my researches had not brought me a whit nearer royal blood;I looked at my little bill-of-fare,and then Istepped forward to the counter,adventurous,but polite.
"I should like a slice,if you please,of Lady Baltimore,"I said with extreme formality.
I thought she was going to burst;but after an interesting second she replied,"Certainly,"in her fit Regular Exchange tone;only,I thought it trembled a little.
I returned to the table and she brought me the cake,and I had my first felicitous meeting with Lady Baltimore.Oh,my goodness!Did you ever taste it?It's all soft,and it's in layers,and it has nuts--but I can't write any more about it;my mouth waters too much.
Delighted surprise caused me once more to speak aloud,and with my mouth full."But,dear me,this Is delicious!
