"I wonder if Alison"s late, or if she"s stopping at home?" she thought.
"She had rather a cold yesterday, and Mrs. Clarke seems so fearfully fussy. I"m glad Aunt Barbara doesn"t worry over me to such an extent; it must be a perfect nuisance to have to wear galoshes just on the chance of its raining, and to swathe a Shetland shawl over your mouth if there"s the slightest atom of damp in the air. And Alison is so conscientious over it! I believe I should stuff the shawl inside my satchel, and lose the galoshes on purpose!"
The journey seemed dull without her friend and their usual chat together. It was not interesting to stare out of the window when she knew every yard of the line by heart, and for lack of other occupation she was reduced to taking out her books and looking over her lessons.
Both in the mid-morning interval and the half-hour before dinner she missed Alison exceedingly. She tried to fill up the time with various expedients. She got a book from the library, and was so long and so fastidious in choosing that the prefect in charge grew tired of recommending, and waxed impatient.
"Really, Dorothy Greenfield, you might be a literary critic! One is too childish, and another"s too stiff, and you don"t care for historical tales. I should like to know what you do want! Be quick and take something, or I shall just lock the case up again and leave you without anything. Oh, you"d like _The Old Curiosity Shop_! Then why couldn"t you say so at first?"
Though Dorothy had settled on a d.i.c.kens for the sake of making some choice, she had no intention of reading just at present, and she sauntered into the gymnasium to see what the others were doing. It was not the day for a dramatic rehearsal, and nothing particular was going on. Some of the girls were playing rounders, but most were standing about chatting, and waiting for the dinner bell. Hope Lawson and Blanche Hall were talking together, and as Dorothy pa.s.sed she caught a fragment of their conversation.
"We shall have to fly, the second dinner is over," said Hope; "but I believe we shall just be able to do it."
"If we only get a peep at the dresses as they go in, it will be worth it," replied Blanche. "I hear there are to be twelve bridesmaids and two pages. We"ll do a bolt!"
"What are Hope and Blanche talking about?" said Dorothy to Addie Parker, who was standing close by.
"Why, there"s a grand wedding at St. Peter"s at two o"clock. Miss Russell is to be married, and I suppose it will be ever such a swell affair. They were laying down red carpets when I pa.s.sed this morning. I peeped into the church, and some men were just bringing pots of the loveliest flowers."
"Are Hope and Blanche going to see it, then?"
"Yes, no doubt. Bertha Warren and I mean to go, and so do Annie Gray and Joyce Hickson. I wouldn"t miss it for the world. You"d better come."
"I"ll think about it," returned Dorothy.
The more she considered the idea the more she liked it, in spite of the fact that it was a rather doubtful adventure. There was no exact rule that the girls should not leave the College during the dinner hour, but it was well understood, all the same, that they remained on the premises.
"Miss Tempest has never said so," thought Dorothy, "nor have any of the mistresses. When a thing hasn"t been forbidden, I suppose it"s allowed.
St. Peter"s is just round the corner, so I declare I"ll go. I"ve never seen a smart wedding."
As soon as dinner was over she fled to the dressing-room to put on her outdoor clothes, then, as Blanche described it, she "did a bolt". She much preferred going by herself to joining Addie Parker and Bertha Warren, so she scurried along, hoping they would not overtake her. At the lich-gate of the church she came upon Hope Lawson and Blanche Hall.
"Hallo, Dorothy! So you"ve sneaked away too?" said Hope.
"I don"t call it sneaking," returned Dorothy. "Why shouldn"t we come?"
"Yes, why shouldn"t we, indeed?" echoed Blanche.
"No reason at all, my dear," observed Hope, "except that Miss Tempest might happen to make a bother about it if she heard. One never knows quite what she"ll take it into her head to say or do."
"Then she mustn"t hear."
"Right you are! We certainly won"t tell of each other."
"Rather not!"
"Will you promise too, Dorothy, never to breathe one single word that you"ve seen Blanche and me here?"
"Of course! Do you think I"m likely to go telling tales to Miss Tempest?"
"Well, no; but you"ll promise not to tell any body, not even the girls?"
"All serene!"
"On your honour?" said Hope, catching her by the arm.
"On my anything you like," answered Dorothy, who, seeing Bertha Warren and Addie Parker coming up, was in a hurry to get away.
She was anxious to try to obtain a place in the church, so that she might see something of the ceremony. All the seats seemed taken as she entered, but she marched confidently up the aisle, hoping to find room farther on. She was stopped directly, however, by the verger.
"What name, please? Are you one of the Miss Guntons?" he enquired.
"No," stammered Dorothy, "I--only----"
"Then you must go out," he interrupted tartly. "These pews is for the invited guests--general public"s only allowed in the free seats, and they"re full up long ago."
Much abashed, Dorothy beat a hasty retreat, after having caught a brief vision of elegantly-dressed guests and beautiful rows of palms and chrysanthemums in pots. Evidently there was no room for schoolgirls. She was annoyed with herself for having ventured there. Her pride hated rebuffs, and the old verger"s manner made her feel hot and uncomfortable. Several people in the pews had turned to look at her. No doubt they considered her an impertinent intruder. Her cheeks flamed at the idea. The churchyard seemed almost as full as the church, though the crowd there was of a totally different description. The possibility of witnessing the wedding had attracted a motley a.s.semblage--nurses with babies and small children, errand boys, hatless women from back streets, dressmakers" a.s.sistants who had come to see the fashions, and a number of those idlers who are always to be found ready to run and look at anything in the way of a show, be it a marriage, a funeral, or an accident.
By a little judicious elbowing, Dorothy managed to secure a place where she had a tolerable view of the path and the lich-gate. She was wedged rather tightly between two nursemaids, and the basket of a grocer"s boy behind was pressing into her back; but these were minor discomforts, which must be endured.
"Here they come!" said somebody.
There was a rustling and swaying movement among the crowd, a sound of carriage wheels, a general craning forward of heads; the nurse next to Dorothy held up her little charge in her arms. It was difficult to see, for the awning rather hid the view from those in the churchyard above the path. All that Dorothy caught was a glimpse of a figure in white satin and lace, and just a peep of some bridesmaids in palest blue; then a tall woman moved in front of her, and effectually shut out the prospect.
"What a swindle!" she thought. "I"ve hardly seen anything at all. It wasn"t worth the trouble of coming. I wonder if the other girls have had better luck?"
She noticed two school hats in the distance, though she could not recognize the faces under them. She was half inclined to struggle through the groups of people towards them, when she remembered to look at the church clock.
"Nearly twenty-five past!" she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "I must fly!"
It was not an easy matter to extricate herself from the crowd. Dorothy knew it was useless to attempt to go out by the main entrance, so she made a push for the side gate; then taking a short cut by a small street, she scurried back to school. She was just changing her boots in the dressing-room when Addie Parker, Bertha Warren, and three other girls came hurrying in.
"Oh, Dorothy! Did you get off?" cried Addie. "You are lucky! We were all caught!"
"Yes, caught dead--every one of us!" echoed Bertha.
"Oh, it was horrible!" exclaimed Joyce Hickson. "I never expected she"d be there."
"And we ran almost plump against her!"
"Just our luck!"
"What do you mean? Who caught you?" asked Dorothy.
"Miss Tempest. Didn"t you see her?"
"No, not I."
"Then thank your good star!"