Mountain life -- Fiction; Tennessee, East -- Fiction
The jocose hobbledehoy whom Royce had noted on the
occasion of his previous excursion sat upon a step of the long flight
leading from the veranda to the lawn, surrounded by half a dozen little
maidens, and, armed with a needle and a long thread, affected to sew
industriously, rewarded by their shrieking exclamations of delight in
his funniness every time he grotesquely drew out the needle with a
great curve of his long arm, or facetiously but futilely undertook to
bite the thread.
With zealous gallantry sundry of the young men plied back and forth
between the groups on the veranda to facilitate the exchange of silks
and scissors, and occasionally trotted on similar errands, businesslike
and brisk, down the plank walk to the store. Sometimes they asked here
for the wrong thing. Sometimes they forgot utterly what they were to
ask for, and a return trip was in order. Sometimes they demanded some
article a stranger to invention, unheard of on sea or shore. Thus
cruelly was their ignorance of fabric played upon by the ungrateful
and freakish fair, and the little store rang with laughter at the
discomfiture of the young Mercury so humbly bearing the messages of
the deities on the veranda; for the store was crowded, too, chiefly
with ladies in the freshest of morning costumes, and Royce, as he
paused at the door, realized that this was no time to claim the
attention of the smooth-faced clerk. That functionary was as happy as
a salesman ever gets to be. There was not a yard of any material or
an article in his stock that did not stand a fair chance of immediate
purchase as wearing apparel or stage properties. Tableaux, and a ball
afterward in the dress of one of the final pictures, were in immediate
contemplation, as Royce gathered from the talk. This was evidently
an undertaking requiring some nerve on the part of its projectors,
in so remote a place, where no opportunities of fancy costumes were
attainable save what invention might contrive out of the resources
of a modern summer wardrobe and the haphazard collections of a
watering-place store. Perhaps this added element of jeopardy and doubt
and discovery and the triumphs of ingenuity heightened the zest of an
amusement which with all necessary appliances might have been vapid
indeed.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account