The Rich Mrs. Burgoyne

  CHAPTER IV

  Barry appeared at Mrs. Carew's house a little after midnight to findthe card-players enjoying a successful supper, and the one topic ofconversation the possible sale of Holly Hall. Barry, suspected ofhaving news of it, was warmly welcomed by the tired, bright-eyed womenand the men in their somewhat rumpled evening clothes, and suppliedwith salad and coffee.

  "Is she really coming, Barry?" demanded Mrs. Lloyd eagerly. "And howsoon? We have been saying what WONDERS could be done for the Hall witha little money."

  "The price didn't seem to worry her," said George Carew.

  "Oh, she's coming," Barry assured them; "you can consider it settled."

  "Good!" said old Mrs. Apostleman in her deep, emphatic voice. "She'llhave to make the house over, of course; but the stable ought to make avery decent garage. Mark my words, me dears, ye'll see some verystartling changes up there, before the summer's out."

  "The house could be made colonial," submitted Mrs. Adams, "or mission,for that matter."

  "No, you couldn't make it mission," Mrs. Willard White decided, andseveral voices murmured, "No, you couldn't do that." "But colonial--itwould be charming," the authority went on. "Personally, I'd tear thewhole thing down and rebuild," said Mrs. White further; "but withhardwood floors throughout, tapestry papers, or the new grasspapers--like Amy's library, Will--white paint on all the woodwork,white and cream outside, some really good furniture, and the gardenmade over--you wouldn't know the place."

  "But that would take months," said Mrs. Carew ruefully.

  "And cost like sixty," added Dr. Brown, at which there was a laugh.

  "Well, she won't wait any six months, or six weeks either," Barrypredicted. "And don't you worry about the expense, Doctor. Do you knowwho she IS?"

  They all looked at him. "Who?" said ten voices together.

  "Why, her father was Frothingham--Paul Frothingham, the inventor. Herhusband was Colonel John Burgoyne;--you all know the name. He was quitea big man, too--a diplomat. Their wedding was one of those bigWashington affairs. A few years later Burgoyne had an accident, and hewas an invalid for about six years after that--until his death, infact. She traveled with him everywhere."

  "Sidney Frothingham!" said Mrs. Carew. "I remember Emily Holly used tohave letters from her. She was presented at the English court when shewas quite young, I remember, and she used to visit at the White House,too. So THAT'S who she is!"

  "I remember the child's visit here perfectly," Mrs. Apostleman said,"tall, lanky girl with very charming manners. Her husband was at St.Petersburg for a while; then in London--was it? You ought to know,Clara, me dear--I'm not sure--Even after his accident they went on somesort of diplomatic mission to Madrid, or Stockholm, or somewhere,remember it perfectly."

  "Colonel Burgoyne must have had money," said Mrs. White, tentatively.

  "Some, I think," Barry answered; "but it was her father who was rich,of course--"

  "Certainly!" approved Mrs. Apostleman, fanning herself majestically."Rich as Croesus; multi-millionaire."

  "Heavens alive!" said Mrs. Lloyd unaffectedly.

  "Yes," Willard White eyed the tip of a cigar thoughtfully, "yes, Iremember he worked his own patents; had his own factories. PaulFrothingham must have left something in the neighborhood of--well, twoor three millions--"

  "Two or three!" echoed Mrs. Apostleman in regal scorn. "Make it eight!"

  "Eight!" said Mrs. Brown faintly.

  "Well, that would be about my estimate," Barry agreed.

  "He was a big man, Frothingham," Dr. Brown said reflectively. "Well,well, ladies, here's a chance for Santa Paloma to put her best footforward."

  "What WON'T she do to the Hall!" Mrs. Adams remarked; Mrs. Carew sighed.

  "It--it rather staggers one to think of trying to entertain a womanworth eight millions, doesn't it?" said she.