Death In The Family, A - James Agee [116]
Then, with almost equal terror, they realized that they would be caught on the stairs. They started down, in haste as desperate as their efforts to be silent. The door burst open above them. She can’t see, they realized (for it was Hannah who came out), and in the same instant they realized: but she can hear better than anybody. A stair creaked loudly; terror struck them; against it, they continued. “Yes,” Hannah called sharply; she was already on the stairs. The doorbell rang again. On the last stair, they were hideously noisy; they wanted only to disappear in time. They ducked through the sitting-room door and watched her pass; they were as insane with excitement as if they could still dare hope they had not been discovered, and solemnly paralyzed in the inevitability of dreadful reprimand and of physical pain.
Hannah didn’t even glance back at them: she went straight to the door.
It was Mr. Starr. Usually he wore suits as brown and hairy as his mustache, but this morning he wore a dark blue suit and a black tie. In his hand he carried a black derby.
“Walter,” Aunt Hannah said, “you know what all you’re doing means to us.”
“Aw now,” Walter said.
“Come in,” she said. “Mary’ll be right down. Children, you know Mr. Starr ...”
“Course we do,” Mr. Starr said, smiling at them with his warm brown eyes through the lenses. He put the hand holding the derby on Rufus’ shoulder and the other on Catherine’s cheek. “You come on in and sit with me, will you, till your mother’s ready.”
He walked straight for their father’s chair, veered unhappily, and sat on a chair next the wall.
“Well, so you’re coming down and visit us,” he said.
“Huh?”
“Coming down,” Walter said. “Or ma—did your mama say anything about maybe you were coming down sometime, and pay us a visit?”
“Huh-uh.”
“Oh, well, there’s lots of time. Did you ever hear a gramophone?”
“She can’t hardly hear when she does.”
“Eigh?” He seemed extremely puzzled.
“Uncle Andrew says she’s crazy even to try.”
“Who?”
“Why, Granma.” Mr. Starr had never before seemed stupid, but now Rufus began to think his memory was as bad as those of the boys at the corner. Could he be teasing? It would be very queer if Mr. Starr would tease. He decided he should trust him. “You know, when she phones, like you said.”
Mr. Starr thought that over for a moment and then he seemed to understand. But almost the moment he understood he started to laugh, so he must have been teasing, after all. Rufus was deeply hurt. Then almost immediately he stopped laughing as if he were shocked at himself.
“Well now,” he said. “I begin to see how we both got a bit in a muddle. You’d never heard of the thing I was talking about, and it sounds mighty like grandma phone, did you ever hear grandmaphone. Of course. Naturally. But what I was talking about was a nice box that music comes out of. Did you ever hear music come out of a box?”
“Huh-uh.”
“Well down home, believe it or not, we got a box that music comes out of. Would you like to hear it sometime?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Good. We’ll see if that can’t be arranged. Soon. Now would you like to know what they call this box?”
“Uh-huh.”
“A gram-o-phone. See? It sounds very much like grandma phone, but it’s just a little different. Gram-o-phone. Can you say it?”
“Gram-uh-phone.”
“That’s right. Can Baby Sister say it, I wonder?”
“Catherine? He means you.”
“Gran-muh-phone.”
“Gramm-uh-phone.”
“Gramm-muh-phone.”
“That’s fine. You’re a mighty smart little girl to say a big word like that.”
“I can say some ever so big words,” Rufus said. “Want to hear? The Dominant Primordrial