"Is Dorothy"s going to be a nice one?" asked Ruth.
"I don"t know; she wouldn"t tell me anything. Dorothy doesn"t generally have handsome things, does she?"
"No; she"s one of the plainest-dressed girls in the Form."
"But she"ll surely come out in something decent for the Masque! She must, you know."
"Perhaps that"s the rub--poor Dorothy!" murmured Grace Russell.
When Dorothy returned home that afternoon she found Miss Sherbourne busy at her writing table. Generally all papers were cleared away before tea-time, and Aunt Barbara was ready to help with lessons, or play games and chat afterwards; to-day, however, she inst.i.tuted a new regime.
"I am going to write in the evenings now," she said, "so you must be quiet, dear, and not disturb me. I have a piece of work that I particularly want to finish."
Dorothy prepared her German translation and learned her Latin vocabularies, then, taking up a volume of Scott, began to read. It was rather dull with only the scratching of Aunt Barbara"s pen to break the silence. She missed their usual game of chess and their pleasant talk.
It seemed so extraordinary not to be allowed to say a single word. The next evening and the next the programme was the same. Except at meal times, Dorothy hardly had the opportunity of exchanging ideas with Aunt Barbara. She did not like the innovation.
"Auntie does nothing but write--write--write the whole time," she complained to Martha.
"Yes; she"s overdoing it entirely, and I"ve told her so!" returned Martha indignantly. "She"s at it from morning till night, and then she"s not finished, for she"s sitting up to the small hours. There"s no sense in f.a.gging like that. You can"t burn a candle at both ends."
"Then why does she?" questioned Dorothy.
"That"s what I asked her. She"s not strong enough to stand it. She"s been ill again lately, and if she doesn"t mind she"ll have a breakdown."
"Auntie, won"t you go to bed early too?" suggested Dorothy, as she said good night, looking rather anxiously at the pale face bent over the papers. Miss Sherbourne put her hand to her head wearily.
"I can"t. I must make a push and put in a certain number of hours" work, or these articles will never be finished in time. If I can send them in by the second, and they are accepted, I may possibly get a cheque for them at once. That would just give us time before the twelfth. We can"t buy silks and satins without the wherewithal, can we?"
"Oh, Auntie! are you slaving like this for me?" exclaimed Dorothy.
"Can"t we get the dress any other way?"
"No, dear; I can"t afford it out of the house-keeping money, and it is one of my rules never to run into debt for anything. Don"t worry; another day will see me through, and I think the editor of the _Coleminster Gazette_ will like the articles--they"re better than the ones he accepted last year."
Dorothy went upstairs uneasy and dissatisfied with herself. Aunt Barbara"s good-night kiss had roused something that had been slumbering for a long time. Thoughts that the girl had suppressed lately began to make themselves heard, and to clamour loudly and reproachfully. She tried to put them away, but they refused to be dismissed. With her eyes shut tight in bed, she seemed to see a vision of Aunt Barbara"s tired face as she sat working, working so painfully hard in the sitting-room below.
"And for me--always for me--never for herself," reflected Dorothy. "She hasn"t bought a new dress of her own this spring, though she needs one badly."
She looked with compunction next morning at Miss Sherbourne"s pale cheeks.
"Does your head ache, Auntie?"
"Yes. I haven"t been quite well lately, but I expect it will pa.s.s. You shall buy me some phenacetin powders in town; they always do my head good. Dr. Longton recommended them."
"She looks more fit to be in bed than at her writing table," thought Dorothy, as she left the room, armed with the necessary prescription.
She hurried away from school at four o"clock in order to give herself time to call at the chemist"s, and ran anxiously into the house on her return, bearing the packet of powders in triumph.
"Sh! Sh! Don"t make a noise," said Martha, coming from the kitchen.
"Your aunt"s lying down. I told her it would come to this, and I"ve proved my words. It"s an attack of her old complaint. It always comes back with overwork."
"Is she really very ill?" faltered Dorothy.
"I don"t know. I"ve just sent Jones"s boy with a message for Dr.
Longton. No, you mustn"t go disturbing her till he"s been. Take your things off, and I"ll bring you your tea."
Dorothy ate her solitary meal in sad distress. She could remember two former illnesses of Aunt Barbara"s, and she was old enough now to realize how much cause there was for alarm. She waylaid the doctor on his arrival, and begged him to allow her to be of help.
"If Auntie is really going to be ill like she was before, let me be her nurse," she implored. "I learnt a great deal at the ambulance cla.s.ses, and I"d carry out every single thing you told me."
"We"ll see. I must examine my patient first," replied her old friend.
Dorothy sat on the stairs waiting with a beating heart while Dr. Longton was in Miss Sherbourne"s room. She sprang up eagerly as he came out, and accompanied him to the porch. She hardly dared to ask for his verdict.
"Yes, it"s a nasty return of the old trouble," said the doctor. "I"m afraid she"s in for a sharp attack, but luckily I was sent for in good time, and may be able to stave things off a little. So you"re anxious to try your hand at nursing, young woman? Well, I don"t see why you shouldn"t. You and Martha can manage quite well between you, if you"ll only carry out my directions absolutely to the letter. When I suggested sending for a trained nurse, your aunt was very much against the idea--begged me not to, in fact. Martha has a head on her shoulders, and you"re not a child now."
"I shall soon be fifteen," said Dorothy, drawing herself to her full height.
"Well, here"s your chance to show what you"re worth. If you can manage in this emergency, I shall have some opinion of you. I can telephone to the Nursing Inst.i.tution if I find it"s too much for you."
"I hope that won"t be necessary," replied Dorothy.
In that one hour she seemed to have suddenly grown years older, and to have taken up a new burden of responsibility. Martha hardly knew her when she entered the sick room, she seemed so unwontedly calm and resourceful, yet withal so gentle, so tactful, and so deft and clever in doing all that was required for the invalid.
"I"d no idea the bairn could be so helpful," murmured Martha to herself.
"If she goes on as well as she shapes, we"ll do without a nurse, and that"ll ease Miss Sherbourne"s mind. She can"t afford two guineas a week, let alone the woman"s keep, and it would worry her to think of the expense. As far as I"m concerned I don"t want a nurse in the house, making extra trouble and what waste goodness knows!"
The first thing Dorothy did when she could be spared from Aunt Barbara"s room was to find her blotter and write a letter to Vera Norland. It ran thus:
"DEAR VERA,--Can you take the part of "Queen of the Daffodils"
instead of me? My aunt is very ill, and I am afraid I shall not be able to come to school for a while, so I shall miss the rehearsals. I thought I had better let you know at once, so that you will have time to get your dress.
"Sincerely yours, "DOROTHY GREENFIELD."
She ran out herself and posted the letter, then came back and quietly sat down again by Aunt Barbara"s bedside. It cost her a great pang thus to give up her part in the festival, but once the irrevocable step was taken, and the letter in the pillar box, she felt much better.
"You"ve just got to forget about that pageant, Dorothy Greenfield," she said to herself. "You"ve been behaving abominably lately, and I"m thoroughly ashamed of you. Now"s your chance indeed, as the doctor says.
I only hope it hasn"t come too late. Oh, you nasty, ungrateful, selfish, thoughtless thing, how I despise you!"
As Dr. Longton had antic.i.p.ated, Miss Sherbourne had a sharp attack of her former complaint. For a week she lay very ill, and her two devoted nurses hardly left her day or night. It was a new experience to Dorothy to have Aunt Barbara, who had been accustomed to do everything for her, lying helpless and dependent upon her care. It brought out the grit in the girl"s character, and made her see many things to which she had before been blind. Hitherto Dorothy had not been at all zealous at helping in the house, but now she cheerfully washed plates and dishes, and did many other tasks that were distasteful to her.
""As one that serveth"" she often said to herself as she went about the daily duties, trying to take her fair share of the trouble and help poor, faithful Martha, whose devotion never slackened. She wore the little badge of the Guild constantly, that its remembrance might be always with her. ""As one that serveth"; Miss Tempest said that the motto ought to mean so much in one"s life," she thought. "I didn"t understand before, but I do now. When Auntie gets better, I"m going to be very different."
It was a joyful day for Martha and Dorothy when the doctor p.r.o.nounced Miss Sherbourne out of danger.
"She has made a wonderful recovery," he said, "and if she only takes proper care of herself she ought to get on nicely now. She has had a splendid pair of nurses. Honestly, Dorothy, I never thought you would be able to manage without professional help. You"ve done very well, child, very well indeed."
This was high praise from bluff old Dr. Longton, and Dorothy flushed with pleasure. She was glad if she had been able, in the least degree, to return to Aunt Barbara any of the love and tenderness that the latter had lavished upon her for more than fourteen years. The debt was still so great, it seemed impossible ever to pay it back.
Once the fever had left her, Miss Sherbourne made rapid progress, and by the twelfth of May she was able to come downstairs for the first time.
Dorothy made the little dining-room so gay with flowers for her reception that it looked like a May Day festival.