The Automobile Girls at Palm Beach Part 3

The room held very little furniture. Yet it appeared to Bab as one of the most beautiful rooms she had ever seen. A grand piano stood at one end, and a few graceful wicker chairs were scattered about the apartment. The room had an indescribable look of elegance. Was it the bare highly polished floor, with only the Persian rug to break its shining surface? Or was it the enormous bunch of daffodils in a cut gla.s.s bowl on the table that lent the place its charm? Bab did not know.

On the mantelpiece between two tall bra.s.s candle-sticks stood a beautiful marble bust. Barbara afterwards learned that it was known as "The Head of an Unknown Lady."

A handsome leather writing-case lay open on the table. It displayed on the inner side a large crest picked out in dull gold. The firelight shone on the gold outlines and threw them into dull relief.

Bab saw the Frenchman, Monsieur Duval, walk over to this table. He examined the crest intently for a moment, then turned away.

At this instant two women came in through the open door. The one, who was quite old, supported herself with a gold-headed mahogany cane. The other was young and very beautiful.

The older woman was rather terrifying in aspect. She had a hooked nose and her bright, beady little eyes regarded the company with a look of amused tolerance.

The younger woman came forward to meet her unknown guests without the slightest embarra.s.sment or affectation. The "Automobile Girls" held their breath. Surely she was the most exquisite creature they had ever beheld.

CHAPTER III

THE FAIR UNKNOWN

"I am afraid you must be very cold and wet," the young woman said, in a clear sweet voice, with an accent that the girls had never heard before.

She was graceful with an elegance of manner that to imaginative Bab seemed almost regal.

Mr. Stuart went forward. "It is most kind and hospitable of you to take us in like this," he declared. "We would certainly have been very uncomfortable if we had stayed in the boathouse for such a length of time. We are deeply grateful to you."

"Do sit down," the young woman answered. "And won't you have some tea?

It may warm you." She pressed an electric bell in the wall. A man servant appeared, and she gave him her orders in German.

The "Automobile Girls" cl.u.s.tered together in the window seat. Their unknown hostess sank into a low chair near them. Miss Sallie and Mrs. De Lancey Smythe were left to the mercy of the old lady with the beaked nose. Maud and the count withdrew to one corner of the room, where they chatted softly, the latter bent on displaying all his powers of fascination.

"Are these your four daughters?" asked the young mistress of the villa, turning to Mr. Stuart, after a friendly glance at the "Automobile Girls."

"No," Mr. Stuart replied, laughing and shaking his head. "I am sorry to say I can boast of only one daughter. The three other girls are her friends. But they are all my girls. At least I call them my 'Automobile Girls'!"

"Ah," replied the young woman apparently puzzled. "How is it that you call them the 'Automobile Girls'? Do young girls run motor cars in your country? Their independence is quite wonderful, I think."

"Ruth is our chauffeur," explained Bab, who was looking closely at the beautiful face of her hostess. The latter's dark brown hair was arranged in a braid and wound about her head like a coronet but it broke into little soft curls around her face. She had a small straight nose and the curve of her red lips was perfect. The coutour of her face was oval and her large dark eyes were touched with an undefinable sadness. She was tall and slender, and she wore a plain, white woolen frock that emphasized the lines of her graceful figure. The simplicity of her costume was not marred by a single ornament. Even her long, slender fingers were bare of rings.

She turned to pretty Mollie, taking one of her small hands in her own cool fingers. "Do these little hands also run a motor car?" the hostess asked.

Mollie looked long into the beautiful face. Somehow its hidden sadness touched her. Mollie's blue eyes filled with tears. She felt strangely timid.

"Why, you must not be afraid of me, dear one," said the young woman. She gazed into Mollie's blue eyes appealingly, and softly pressed her hand.

"I'm a girl like yourself, only I am much older. But I love younger girls very dearly. You must let me be your friend." To the amazement of the other girls this exquisite stranger bent over and kissed Mollie on the lips.

"I should be very happy to have you for my friend," returned Mollie, a smile quivering through her tears. "And I wasn't the least bit frightened. I think perhaps it was the storm that made me so silly. Bab sometimes calls me a cry baby."

"Which one of you is Bab? And what a pretty name that is!" exclaimed the young hostess.

Barbara stepped forward with a friendly smile. Mr. Stuart then presented Grace and Ruth.

But still their new friend did not reveal her ident.i.ty.

She was a foreigner. There was no doubt of that. She had spoken in German to her servant. Perhaps she was German? She confessed that this was her first visit to America. The climate of New York had driven her south. Yet she did not mention her name or her country.

Presently the man servant returned to the room carrying a tea service.

He was followed by a comely German maid, who carried a tray laden with b.u.t.tered toast and a large dish of German cookies.

The man lit the candles and a lamp covered with a yellow shade.

A soft, mellow glow pervaded the beautiful room. There was a pleasant silence and all eyes were turned to their lovely young hostess, whose slender white hands busied themselves with the tea things.

"A friendly cup of tea on a day like this, makes the whole world kin,"

she said, smiling brightly at her guests. "It banishes sad thoughts and one grows cheerful, even though the weather behaves itself so badly."

"We have a proverb," laughed Ruth, "that says 'it's an ill wind that blows no one good.' We should really thank the weather for misbehaving."

"Ah, that is broad flattery," cried their hostess with a silvery laugh.

"But oh so charming."

"Do you not find it dull staying at an out-of-the-way place like this?"

broke in Mrs. De Lancey Smythe, looking about her with a patronizing air. "I am quite sure I have never seen you at the Beach."

The "Automobile Girls" exchanged lightning glances. Mrs. Smythe's abrupt remark jarred upon them, and simultaneously it occurred to them that she was distinctly underbred.

Marian's face flushed, and she bit her lip. "I think this quiet place must be enchanting," she said almost defiantly. "I hate hotels."

"Really, Marian," said her mother coldly. "Your opinion has not been solicited."

"They're going to quarrel," thought Barbara. "How disagreeable that woman is. She is so snippy, and calculating and deceitful. I rather like Marian, though."

But their hostess averted any domestic altercation by saying sweetly. "I am indeed a stranger, here, but I came for rest and quiet, therefore I have little desire to frequent the Beach or its hotels."

"Quite true," responded Mrs. De Lancey Smythe, and hastily turning her attention to the imposing looking old woman with the gold headed cane she said, "You are German, I presume."

"Why German?" replied the old lady, observing her questioner with a dangerous glitter in her small black eyes.

Mrs. De Lancey Smythe showed signs of confusion.

"I thought you were Germans because you spoke German to your servant,"

she said, trying to look haughty and thus carry off what promised to be an unpleasant situation.

"Ah, yes," returned her antagonist. "But does it follow that one is of the same country as one's servants? We have also employed both French and English maids."

Mrs. De Lancey Smythe did not deem it wise to continue the conversation.

She therefore turned her attention to Mr. Duval who had been listening to the conversation with a curious smile on his clever face.

Miss Sallie was delighted with the strange old woman. Her abruptness was amusing. Miss Stuart began discussing a number of current topics with her in an impersonal, well-bred manner, neither woman showing the slightest curiosity about the other's personal affairs.