"It makes one warm, at any rate," said Freda. "Who"s going next? We"d better take it in Forms."
The sport proved extremely popular, and for the next hour relays of girls were constantly going down the slope; the track was soon as smooth as a slide, and really made a very good course, quite enough to satisfy everyone except Ursula.
"It"s nothing to Les Avants! You should have seen that!" she kept a.s.suring the others.
"Then I wish you would go back to Les Avants!" exclaimed Phbe.
"What"s the good of belittling this all the time, and trying to make out it"s so tame? I call it bad taste! If you can"t enjoy it, we can, at any rate."
"I"d enjoy it if I had my own little sled, instead of a tea-tray."
"n.o.body wants you to go on a tea-tray," said Agnes. "You can miss your turn if you like--I"ll take it instead."
That, however, Ursula was not ready to allow. She appreciated the tobogganing as much as anyone, though she liked the triumph of referring to her Swiss achievements.
The fun waxed fast and furious. The girls were keen on racing, and would start six together from the top, at a given signal; then there would be a lightning descent down the slippery slide, generally ending in a roll in the snow at the bottom, from which they would spring up, powdered from head to foot, but laughing and quite unhurt.
Miss Drummond and most of the teachers took an occasional turn, but Mademoiselle remained firm in her refusal to venture into what she considered such imminent danger to life and limb.
"It is the sport of men!" she declared. "In my country, such things are not for _les jeunes filles_. They do not go out to slide in the snow."
"But don"t you think our girls look much brighter and healthier, with this brisk exercise, than if we had kept them cooped up in the schoolrooms all this beautiful afternoon?" asked Miss Drummond.
"Perhaps--yes, that I will allow. But custom is strong upon us, and to me, I find it still strange to see what is permitted to your English _Mees_."
"I"m glad we are English," whispered Aldred to Mabel. "French girls must have a stupid time, if they"re never allowed to toboggan, or to go in the snow. If I were sent to a French school I"d run away, and come back to Birkwood!"
"There"s no place like the Grange," agreed Mabel, brushing the snow vigorously from her dress. "If there"s any jolly thing that it"s possible to do Miss Drummond thinks of it."
Miss Drummond certainly justified the character that Mabel gave her, for when the girls, very warm and rosy after their exertions, returned to the school at four o"clock, they found a surprise waiting for them.
Brown, the gardener, with the aid of two or three labourers who had been called in to help him, had shovelled away the whole of the snow on the asphalt tennis court, and piled it as a wall all round. He had then brought the hose, and was now busy flooding the court to a depth of three or four inches.
"It ought to freeze hard to-night," said Miss Drummond, "and by to-morrow morning there should be a splendid surface. Those girls who have brought skates to school will be in luck, and I shall be able to arrange for those who have not. I have written to Wilson"s, the ironmonger at Chetbourne, to send us out a parcel of several dozen to choose from."
The prospect of a skating rink in the garden was hailed with joy, and the anxiety of the school was great lest the frost should give way, and frustrate their very delightful plans. The amus.e.m.e.nts of the cold spell so outweighed the discomforts that n.o.body (except poor Mademoiselle) grumbled at nipped fingers or chilly toes. Even Agnes Maxwell, who was a martyr to chilblains, suffered heroically, and did not wish for a thaw.
"It"s quite the most severe winter I can remember," said Mabel, breaking the ice in her bedroom jug next morning. "I believe even my bottle of hair wash is frozen, and the glycerine cream is perfectly stiff; I shall have to melt it on the radiator before I can put any on my hands. Look at the window! It"s covered with beautiful frost patterns."
"All the better for skating," said Aldred, who was trying to thaw her toothbrush. "I"m glad there has been no more snow to spoil our ice. I wish Miss Drummond would let us go out at once, after breakfast, instead of doing lessons."
Miss Drummond"s good nature, however, did not extend to such a pitch of leniency as that, and the morning cla.s.ses went on just as usual. About dinner-time, a young man arrived from Chetbourne with a large parcel of skates, and Aldred, who did not possess any of her own, was able to expend some of her pocket-money on a neat little pair.
"You"ve made a lovely choice!" said Mabel. "Mine are an old pair of my brother"s that just fit me now; they"re rather shabby, but they happen to be particularly good steel, and always "bite" very well. There"s the greatest difference in skates, in that respect."
"You"ll have to help me," said Aldred, "for I"ve never even tried before, and I"m sure I shall be extremely stupid and clumsy."
"It will be the lame supporting the halt, then," laughed Mabel, "for I"m certainly not a crack skater myself."
By two o"clock the whole school was disporting itself on the ice. Some girls (Ursula Bramley, in especial) seemed quite at home there, and cut figures of eight with aggravating ease while their less fortunate comrades strove to balance themselves with outstretched arms, or sat down suddenly on the slippery surface.
"I"d no idea one could feel so absolutely weak in the knees!" declared Aldred, subsiding on to the snowy bank after a first struggle round the rink. "I"m like a baby learning to walk. I wonder if I shall ever manage to strike out properly? Look at Ursula--she"s doing the "Dutch roll".
I"m green with envy!"
"There"s nothing like practice," said Mabel, getting up and making a gallant effort to accomplish the "outside edge", but speedily coming to grief over it. "Give me a winter in Norway, and I"d undertake to waltz on the ice; but what can one expect on the first day?"
CHAPTER XI
Venus in the Snow
There was generally sound sense in Mabel"s arguments, though Aldred"s impatience wanted at once to achieve great things. Skating, like everything else, has no royal road, and neither of the girls advanced much beyond the point of going alone. Aldred, rather to her chagrin, found she certainly could not compete with Ursula, and an aspiring dream of seeing herself queen of the rink vanished away. She was never without resources, however and as she was determined always to keep to the fore, she hit upon another means of making herself prominent. She remembered hearing that in Brussels, when snow falls, the most eminent sculptors of the city go to the Park and model snow statues, which are carefully guarded afterwards by the park keepers, and shown to the streams of visitors who flock to look at them. This was an idea worthy of being copied, and one of which she was sure n.o.body else would be likely to think. Abandoning her skates, therefore, one afternoon, she retired to the now deserted lawn, and set to work. The snow was not such an easy medium as clay, but it was in prime condition for her purpose, being soft enough to model, yet stiff enough to hold together. Aldred"s scheme was decidedly ambitious, for she had decided to make a representation in snow of the Venus of Milo. She had chosen that for her subject because of its lack of arms and its flowing draperies, as she knew it would be quite impossible to reproduce a Flying Mercury or the Dying Gladiator.
She had really a strong talent for sculpture, and contrived, with the aid of a framework of broomsticks, to give her statue a wonderfully good pose. She had brought out a photograph of the original, which she constantly consulted; and she worked away with great enjoyment, shaping the snow with deft hands, and using some flat pieces of wood and a palette knife from the studio as her modelling tools. She felt it was almost one of the most exciting things she had ever done in her life.
The keen joy of creation, that true heritage of all who possess artistic ability thrilled her fingers, as she put dainty touches here and there, and watched the resemblance to the Venus evolve itself by slow degrees from her great ma.s.s of snow. She thought of Michelangelo, who saw the angel in a rough block of marble, only waiting to be released by his chisel, and felt as if she, too, were trying to free the G.o.ddess, and give her human form. For the time all thought of what the girls would say was forgotten, and she worked for the love of art alone, sighing with satisfaction as she successfully put in a delicate fold of dress, or a ripple of cla.s.sic hair.
It was finished at last, even to the pedestal, and Aldred stepped back and looked at it with mixed feelings. She had done her very best; she dared not add another impress, from fear of spoiling it, yet she knew how far it fell short of her ideal.
"I wonder if Phidias used to be contented with what he"d done?" she thought. "I suppose he was the greatest sculptor that ever lived. I remember reading that Millais once went to an exhibition of his own pictures, and came away very dejected. Shall I ask them all to come and see it now? I want so much to show it, but somehow I hardly dare. I almost think I"ll leave it for somebody to find out, and just go back to the rink and say nothing."
She had not counted, however, on Mabel, who, missing her friend for an unusual length of time, took off her skates and went to hunt for her, tracking her in the end by her footsteps in the snow. Mabel"s amazement when she reached the lawn was only equalled by her admiration. She rushed off instantly to fetch all the girls to look, even venturing to knock at the study door and report her news at head-quarters.
Aldred"s snow statue made quite a sensation at the Grange. Miss Drummond thought so highly of it that she had it photographed, and invited many of her friends from Chetbourne to come and see it. It was such a daring and original project for a girl of only fifteen to have carried out entirely alone that she felt it reflected credit on the school to possess so clever a pupil. Aldred was praised to her heart"s content, and received so much attention from teachers and visitors that she could certainly consider herself, for the time being, the most important person at Birkwood. She was petted by the prefects, invited to skate by members of the Sixth Form who had ignored her existence before, and asked so often for her autograph that she grew almost tired of signing her name.
"There"s to be a picture of your statue in the School Magazine," said Mabel rapturously. "That"s a tremendous compliment, because Miss Drummond generally says it"s too expensive to have ill.u.s.trations. I"m going to ask her to have your photograph put in as well--just a tiny head, from that splendid snapshot which Dora took when you came last September. It would fit into a corner of the same page, and show the "portrait of the artist". I"ll make up the extra money myself, if it will cost more to print. I shall bespeak six copies: I want to send one to Cousin Marion--she"s gone to live in Germany for a year; she"ll be so interested, because, you know, it was she who was staying at Seaforth last year, and who first told me anything about you."
Aldred"s face fell. In a moment all the zest seemed to have faded out of her pleasure. This was indeed a grave danger. "Cousin Marion" had seen her namesake at Seaforth, and would probably recognize that the two faces were not the same; even a badly printed portrait might not conceal the lack of likeness. Would Mabel ever forget that wretched episode? Why must it always be raked up in this tiresome way? Whenever she thought it was safely consigned to oblivion, it appeared to rise again like a ghost, and threaten the destruction of her position. True, she had done much since she came to Birkwood to strengthen her hold on Mabel"s affection, but she knew that her one deed of supposed heroism was the basis of their friendship, and the groundwork of her general popularity; and she trembled to think what the effect might be if this foundation stone were removed.
"I don"t want my photograph blazoned abroad," she said, almost crying.
"I"d rather Miss Drummond didn"t put either me or the statue in the Magazine. Promise me, Mabel, that you won"t send a copy to anybody, if she does."
"But why shouldn"t I?" said Mabel, much surprised.
"Because I don"t wish it. The statue was a stupid thing, after all; far too much fuss has been made of it. I"m sorry I didn"t knock it down as soon as it was finished!"
"Aldred! how can you say so?"
"Well, I"m tired of hearing about it, anyway," returned Aldred, "and I hope you won"t mention it to your cousin; it makes me feel silly to have such a tremendous "c.o.c.k-a-doodling" over all my stupid little performances, which really aren"t worth it."
"Well, I won"t, if you so particularly ask me not to," said Mabel, in a disappointed voice. "But you can"t always hide everything; it"s not fair to the world if all the brave and clever things that are done must be suppressed--they"re such a help and encouragement to other people. I, for instance, am ever so much better for having known you; you"ve been quite an inspiration in my life. My mother had a friend like that (it was Lady Betty Blakeney, who is now so famous) who had a tremendous influence over her, and first made her want to help poor people, and take up the work she does now; and she always hoped I should meet somebody who would be as much to me as her friend was to her. But I never did until you came to Birkwood."
It seemed useless to protest; the more Aldred tried to shuffle out of her role of heroine the more Mabel admired her modesty and her other imagined excellencies. Mabel was a girl who loved to idolize celebrities; it was partly a necessity of her nature, and partly a habit that had been cultivated at home by her mother, who had a kindred weakness. Before the two girls knew each other, Mabel had been obliged to confine her worship to book favourites; then, having met, as she thought, the realization of her ideal, she could not resist the temptation to endow her with the combined virtues of Portia, Rebecca, Ellen Douglas, Grace Darling, Flora Macdonald, and the "Nut-brown Maid", without stopping to put the various qualities to the test, and make sure that they actually existed. It is always better to err on the right side, and think too highly than too ill of people, but Mabel"s mistake was to take Aldred so utterly on trust, and to blind herself wilfully to the many small indications of character that might easily have shown her that her idol was very far from perfection.
Aldred could not feel easy until she had made sure that the snapshot portrait was not to be included in the next number of the Magazine. She was afraid Mabel might break her promise, and send a copy surrept.i.tiously to her cousin, and then the mischief would be done. She did not dare to mention the matter at head-quarters; it would appear conceited on her part to suggest that the idea had been broached, and she would feel very humiliated if Miss Drummond were to say: "Oh, no, my dear! I never dreamt of putting it in!"
A plan occurred to her, however, by which she could defeat her friend"s too enthusiastic project. She borrowed the negative from Dora on the pretence of wanting to look at it, and in handing it back managed to drop it and step on it, breaking it beyond all chance of repair. She apologized profusely for the accident.
"It was most clumsy of me!" she declared. "Could we possibly patch it up again, do you think?"