"I"ll do anything for Aunt Bertha now she asks me nicely," she thought to herself. "It was when she used to speak so absolutely autocratically that she made me feel so angry. I"ll fetch her what she likes, if she"ll say "Please", and "Thank you"; but I can"t bear to be sent trotting as if I were a baby of three."
If only Aunt Bertha had known this, and had taken poor Aldred by the "right handle" sooner, a very great deal of trouble could have been saved; but she was one of those complacently tactless people who try to impress the stamp of their own dominant personalities upon everyone alike, and who rule with an utter absence of sympathy. She had not understood Aldred"s character, and had concluded, therefore, that there was nothing to understand. She was agreeably surprised now to discover the various pleasant qualities that had begun to develop under Miss Drummond"s genial influence, and admitted, almost in spite of herself, that her troublesome niece was turning into quite a nice companion, and that her society could actually be an enjoyment as well as a care.
Keith also appeared to consider his sister a far more reasonable and sensible person since her return from the Grange. He was never very expansive, but he gave her more of his confidence than before, talked to her of his own school life, and seemed ready to spend the greater part of his time with her. It had always been Aldred"s ambition to have Keith as her special property, but he had not been altogether willing to devote himself to her, and had often hurt her by his coolness. Now that they were both in a sense visitors at home, Aunt Bertha arranged plans that would include the pair, sending them together to visit picture galleries and museums, and other interesting places, for Keith was old enough to escort his sister, and could be trusted to take good care of her. In this way, with the addition of various parties and festivities, the four weeks pa.s.sed very quickly, and the fifteenth of January brought Aldred"s school trunk once more out of the box-room, and saw her started on her journey to Birkwood.
Though the holidays had been so pleasant, she was glad to return to school; she liked the life at the Grange, and the thought of seeing Mabel again was absolute rapture. The two had corresponded freely, but writing was not so good as talking, and she was longing for a delightful private chat, to hear all her friend"s news and tell all her own. Mabel seemed equally delighted at their re-union.
"You darling! How I"ve missed you!" she exclaimed. "There are simply a hundred things I want to tell you. If there were not that tiresome silence rule, I should stop awake till twelve to-night. Leave your unpacking, and come and sit down on my bed for a minute or two; I"ll help you to get straight afterwards."
"And Miss Bardsley won"t be up just yet," said Aldred, accepting the invitation, regardless of the fact that the greater part of her wardrobe was still in her box.
"I told Mother all about you," continued Mabel. "You can"t think how much she wants to see you. She"s coming to town at the end of the month, and says she"ll run down to Birkwood for an afternoon. I know she"ll like you, and you can"t help liking her--everybody adores Mother! I wish we were sisters, and that you lived at Gra.s.singford, and that she was your mother too--how lovely that would be! But then, your own people at home would not spare you. It must be so dreadfully hard for them to part with you, even to go to school. When I know how I miss you for four weeks, I can sympathize with them losing you for thirteen. I don"t know how they manage without you!"
Aldred did not say that she considered her family would not be quite so utterly inconsolable at her absence. She only kissed the sweet, pink cheek that was pressed against hers, and thought how blissful it was to occupy so large a place in Mabel"s heart, and to find such a warm welcome awaiting her at Birkwood.
"There"s n.o.body like you!" went on her adorer. "I stayed for a few days at Archdeacon Vernon"s, at the New Year. His daughter is just my age, and Mother wanted me so much to meet her, for she said she was such an extremely nice girl. But she was absolutely nothing to you, dearest! I didn"t feel I could ever be very fond of her; she"s not so original, nor so jolly. No! I told Mother at once you were the only girl I had ever really cared for, and I couldn"t do with another bosom friend."
Though Mabel was the chief attraction for her at Birkwood, Aldred was nevertheless glad to meet the rest of the Form, and to be in the midst of the lively school life again.
When the unpacking had been successfully accomplished, and supper was over, all the girls collected in a close group round the cla.s.sroom fire, to compare notes about the holidays.
"I"ve been to Switzerland," said Ursula. "We went to Les Avants for the winter sports. It was simply glorious! I learnt to skate and to ski. I felt most fearfully wobbly at first, but it was lovely when one got into it; so was the tobogganing--one went skimming down slopes at a tremendous pace. The ice was all illuminated at night, and we had fancy dress carnivals; it was such fun!"
"Lucky you," said Phbe, "to be in a place where there was real frost and snow! We"ve been grumbling at the wet weather continually. I wonder how long it is since we had an old-fashioned Christmas--the kind of thing one reads about in d.i.c.kens, I mean, when Mr. Pickwick went skating."
"People say "a green Christmas makes a fat churchyard"."
"Well, I"m sure one gets more bad colds with pottering about in the rain than one would with skating."
"I believe it"s freezing now. I shouldn"t be at all astonished if we had quite a spell of hard weather."
""As the days lengthen, the cold strengthens"," quoted Myfanwy, who was fond of proverbs.
"I wish it would! We"ve never had any deep snow, or really severe frost, since I came to the Grange."
Phbe"s prophecy concerning hard weather was literally fulfilled that very night. The thermometer descended with a run, and by next morning great, feathery flakes were falling silently, and turning the landscape into a white world. The girls were very excited, and watched anxiously, hoping that the snow would continue; and they rejoiced as each bush and shrub in the garden became more and more smothered.
"The outlines of the walks are quite lost," said Mabel exultingly, "and the tennis lawn looks like a huge iced plum cake."
"It"s not much use for Brown to try to sweep a path, because it gets covered up directly."
"Yes, but he has to go and feed the hens, you see. I wonder if Miss Drummond will venture out to look at her Partridge Wyandottes? She"s never missed going to them at four o"clock yet."
"I wish she"d let us go with her; I should love to tramp over the snow!"
"So should I; but she says we must none of us go farther than the shed.
Brown has swept the courtyard at the back. If it"s fine to-morrow, we"ll have some fun."
After falling steadily for twenty-four hours, the snow stopped, and gave place to bright sunshine. Miss Drummond ordered dinner to be earlier than usual, and by half-past one the whole school was out upon the downs.
It was an ideal winter"s day. The sky was clear, with the cold, pale blue of January, so different from the deep, warm azure of July. The sun, low down on the horizon, though it was still near its meridian, sent long, slanting rays over the white waste, catching the tops of the hills and making them shine and sparkle like diamonds. Each bush and tree was coated with rime, and edged with a tracery of delicate lacework. The snow, crisp and hard, crunched under the girls" feet as they walked, and here and there they could mark the track of a rabbit or a bird that had hurried through the cold, to shelter under the protection of some gorse-bush.
"It"s just like fairyland! It might be part of the Frost King"s Palace!"
said Aldred. "I"m sure the Snow Queen has been here. I feel as if we ought to find Gerda hunting for little Kay--I expect she"s just behind that bush, riding the Robber Maiden"s reindeer, with her hands in the big m.u.f.f. The Lapland woman and the Finland woman can"t be far off."
"What do you mean?" asked Lorna Hallam.
"You benighted girl! have you never read Hans Andersen?"
"I believe I did, ages ago, but I"ve forgotten it all."
"So much the worse for you, then!"
"Why, one can"t bother to remember silly fairy tales!"
"Hans Andersen is not silly; he"s a cla.s.sic."
"Quite right!" said Miss Drummond, who happened to overhear. "I consider the dear old Dane was one of the truest poets that ever lived. His writing has a purity of style that sets it on a very high pinnacle in literature, and his thoughts are most exquisite. No one who has really appreciated his lovely, tender stories can ever be quite vulgar and commonplace. He seems to take all the simple, everyday things, and wave his magic wand over them and turn them into enchantment."
"But the tales aren"t true, Miss Drummond!" objected Lorna. "One can"t see fairies."
"There is a meaning under it all, and the gist of the whole is, that if we persistently look at the beautiful side of everything, we are making our own fairyland, and seeing what is denied to those who dwell only on the prosaic and ordinary. It"s a great quality to have, and one that brings a supreme enjoyment in life. If you"re wise you"ll cultivate it while you are young, and then you need never really grow old, because, although your hair may turn grey, you"ll still keep the very principle of youth in your heart. Very few people can realize their ideals, so it is something to be able to idealize our real."
The place that Miss Drummond had chosen as the destination of their walk was a steep slope about a mile from the school. Here it was quite possible to make a good toboggan track, for there was a flat s.p.a.ce in front and an easy way to climb up at the back. Half a dozen tea-trays had been requisitioned from the kitchen, to act as sleds.
"I wish we had a bob-sleigh!" said Ursula Bramley, who, after her experience in Switzerland, felt herself an authority on winter sports.
"It"s the hugest fun you can imagine, only you need two very good people to steer and act brake. Ours at Les Avants held a crew of six. My eldest brother used to take us down, and he only upset us once."
"I think little sleighs are better; they"re not nearly so dangerous,"
said Agnes Maxwell. "A cousin of mine was fearfully hurt last winter at Samaden, in a bob-sleigh race; he fell on his head, and had concussion of the brain."
"Well, of course, you have to chance that. It needs pluck and skill if you"re going in for racing; you mustn"t be afraid for yourself--you could fall off a tea-tray, as far as that goes," said Phbe.
"You couldn"t do yourself much damage if you did," laughed Ursula; "the snow"s not hard enough. Now, we shall have to go down the slope a good many times before we make a decent track of it."
"I wish we had more tea-trays! We shan"t get very many turns each, I"m afraid," said Myfanwy.
Six girls from the Sixth Form had been chosen to start, and made a trial trip amid much cheering and excitement.
"It"s perfectly lovely--just like flying!" they declared, as the improvised sleds drew up on the level ground at the bottom.
"Miss Drummond, won"t you try?"
"Perhaps I may, when the thing is well started, but for the present I would rather stand and watch. It certainly looks very tempting, and worth an effort. Mademoiselle, shall you venture?"
"Nevaire!" shuddered poor Mademoiselle, who considered a walk in the snow quite a sufficient adventure. "I should have fear to place myself on a thing so insecure, and to let myself glide thus! Oh, no, it would be an act of folly! We have no snows in Provence, and I have been brought up to love other pleasures."
"You shall have the next turn if you like, Mademoiselle," said Esther Vaudrey, one of the pioneers. "It"s really not difficult at all, if you know how to tuck up your feet."