It was a most tempting proposal. Dorothy wanted immensely to go. She knew she was expected to come straight home from school every day, and not to accept any invitations without permission, but she dismissed that remembrance as inconvenient.
"Auntie"ll only think I"ve missed the train. It will be all right if I catch the next," she reasoned. "One must have a little fun sometimes, and I"m getting too old to have to ask leave about everything. All right, I"ll come," she added aloud; "I"d just love to see those costumes."
It was delightful to get out of the train with Alison and walk to the house on the hill which she had so often admired from the carriage window. Dorothy was in wild spirits, and made jokes till Alison almost choked.
"It makes me cough to laugh so much," she protested. "Do be sensible, Dorothy! Here we are. Leave your books and your umbrella in the porch.
We"ll go straight upstairs."
Dorothy could not help looking round with interest as her friend led her up the staircase. At every step her feet sank into the soft carpet.
Through an open door she could catch a glimpse of a beautiful drawing-room, and beyond was a conservatory full of flowers. On the landing, which surrounded the hall like a gallery, were marble statues, pictures, and inlaid cabinets; and the floor was spread with Turkey rugs. From the window she could see a tennis lawn and a vinery. After the modest proportions of Holly Cottage, it all seemed so s.p.a.cious and handsome that Dorothy sighed.
"What a lovely house to live in!" she thought. "Alison is lucky. She"s no foundling. I wish I had half her things. I wonder why some girls have so much more than others?"
Quite unconscious of the storm of envy that she had roused, Alison walked on. She was so accustomed to her surroundings that it never struck her how they might appear to anyone else, and her sole thought was of the tableaux.
"Here"s the chest," she cried, lifting the lid in triumph, and commencing to pull out some of the dresses. "This is the Norwegian peasant"s--I knew it was on the top. Let me try the skirt by yours. Oh, it is too short after all! Then you must have the mediaeval one. Look!
Isn"t it a beauty?--all trimmed with gold lace and spangles."
Dorothy examined the costume with appreciation, but shook her head ruefully.
"You don"t imagine that would meet round my waist?" she enquired. "It looks about eighteen inches. For whom was it made?"
"Mother, before she was married. I always tell her, girls must have been like wasps in those days. Try the Cavalier"s. Oh, I don"t believe you can wear that either! You"re so big! I wish I could lop a little off you. Can"t you possibly squeeze into this?"
"I would if I could, but no--I"m several sizes too large. Haven"t you anything else?"
"Not so nice. These are quite the best. You see, they"re made of really good materials, and the others are only of glazed calico and sateen.
I"ll tell you how we"ll manage. We must put several costumes together.
Take off your coat and hat and I"ll show you. Now, if you have the mediaeval dress on first, we can tuck the bodice inside, and drape the Cavalier"s cloak like a pannier to cover the waist. The Norwegian bodice goes quite well with it, and that"s big enough, at any rate. Now this gauze scarf round your shoulder, and this big hat, and there you are.
Oh, it"s lovely!"
"What am I intended to be?" asked Dorothy, looking down at her miscellaneous finery.
"A Venetian lady in the time of the Doges. It is after the picture in the drawing-room. Oh, it is like! It"s simply splendid--you"ve no idea how good!"
"What picture?"
"The portrait of Aunt Madeleine in fancy dress. Why, Dorothy, you"re just the living image of it! Come downstairs at once and let me show you. It"s perfect."
Quite carried away by her own enthusiasm, Alison dragged Dorothy along the landing, the latter much enc.u.mbered by her long skirt and the necessity for holding on most of the articles of her attire.
"Don"t go so fast," she implored; "I"m losing the pannier, and the hat"s nearly bobbing off. If you"ll hold the train behind, I may manage better."
"All right; but then I can"t see you--the back view isn"t nearly so nice. This way--I have to steer you like a ship. Here"s the drawing-room. Now, take a good look in the gla.s.s first, and then please admire the picture."
The face that greeted Dorothy in the mirror was the prettiest version of herself that she had ever seen. The quaint costume, the scarf, and the big hat suited her admirably; the excitement and fun had brought unwonted roses to her cheeks, and her eyes were as bright as stars. She had had no idea that it was possible for her to look so well, and the surprise heightened the colour which was so becoming.
"Now the picture--look straight from yourself to the picture!" commanded Alison.
The portrait hanging on the opposite wall was that of a young lady of perhaps seventeen. The face was pretty, with grey eyes and regular features; the splendid Venetian dress set off to advantage the dark curls and the graceful turn of the neck; the slender hands held a lute, and the lips looked as if they had just closed after finishing the last refrain of a song. Whether it was the effect of the costume or not, there certainly was some resemblance between the face in the painting and that of the girl who was scrutinizing it. Dorothy could see that for herself, though the likeness did not seem so striking to her as it appeared to her friend.
"You"re the absolute image!" declared Alison. "It might have been painted directly from you. Bruce!" (to a servant who was crossing the hall) "Bruce, come here! I want you to look. Did you ever see anything so exact? Isn"t she Aunt Madeleine to the life?"
Bruce gazed contemplatively from the painted face to the living one.
"The young lady certainly favours the picture," she said. "I suppose it"s the dress, and the way her hair"s done. Miss Alison, your tea"s ready. I"ve put it in the library this afternoon."
"Then bring another cup. Dorothy, you must stay and have tea with me.
Yes, you must! You don"t know how I hate being alone, and Mother won"t be home till seven. Oh, do, do! You can"t think how much I want you."
"But I shall miss the 5.30!"
"Never mind, you"ll get the next train. Isn"t there one at six? Bruce, fetch the railway guide please. Oh, thanks! Now then, Coleminster to Hurford--where are we? Latchworth--yes, there"s one at 6.5. Dorothy, you"ll have oceans of time. I can"t let you go without tea."
It seemed a pity, when she was there, not to stay, so Dorothy argued. Of course, Aunt Barbara would be getting rather anxious, but her mind would soon be set at rest afterwards, and Dorothy was not given to troubling very much about other people"s fears.
"It"s twenty-five past now," she said, looking at the Sevres clock that stood on a bracket. "I should have a fearful rush to catch the 5.30."
"You couldn"t do it, so that settles the matter. Take off your costume and come to the library. Oh, never mind folding the things up; Bruce will do that. Leave them anywhere."
A dainty little tea awaited the girls in the library, an attractive room to Dorothy, with its bookcases, filled with beautifully-bound volumes; its big lacquered cabinet, and the many curios and Eastern weapons that adorned the walls.
"Where do all these things come from?" she asked, gazing round with interest while Alison wielded the teapot.
"Most of them are from India. My father was out there. Uncle David is at Delhi still, only perhaps he"s coming home next year for good. Aunt Madeleine died at Madras."
"The one in the picture?"
"Yes; she and Uncle David had only been married quite a short time. She was Mother"s twin sister; but they weren"t the least sc.r.a.p alike--Aunt Madeleine was dark, and Mother is so very fair. Wasn"t it funny for twins? You"re far more like Aunt Madeleine than Mother is. That"s quite absurd, isn"t it?"
"Quite," agreed Dorothy.
"Uncle David sends me such lovely presents from India," continued Alison, who liked to talk when she could find a listener. "I"ve all sorts of little scented boxes and things carved in ivory. I simply must show some of them to you. I"ll get them in half a second," and away she fled, returning to spread the table with her treasures.
To Dorothy the meal was a mixture of cake, filigree ornaments, blackberry jam, and sandalwood boxes.
"I wish we had some of the roseleaf preserve left," remarked Alison. "It was the queerest stuff--rather too sickly, but I should like you to have tasted it; it came from Kashmir. Look here, I want to give you one of these boxes; yes, you must take it! I"ve so many others, and I"d love you to have it. I"m going to put it in your pocket, and I shall be very offended if you take it out."
Alison crammed the box into Dorothy"s pocket as she spoke. It was the greatest pleasure to her to give a present, and she would willingly have bestowed far more of her treasures if she had thought there was a likelihood of their being accepted. She had enough delicacy and tact, however, to understand that her proud little friend would not care to be patronized, so she restrained her generosity for the present.
"It"s so delightful to have you here!" she continued. "Wouldn"t it be lovely if you could come for a whole Sat.u.r.day, or to stay the night some time? I"m going to ask Mother to ask you. We"d have such a jubilee! Can you play poker patience? Oh, I love it too! And I"ve the sweetest wee packs of cards you ever saw. I want to show you my stamps and my crests.
I"ve got two big books full, and some are really rare ones. I"ll bring the stamps now."
"Alison, I simply can"t stay!" exclaimed Dorothy. "Look at the time!
Why, I shall just have to race to the station!"
"Oh, bother! Yes, you"ll have to fly. I always allow five minutes. I"ve never tried running, because Mother says I mustn"t--it makes me cough.
Where are your hat and coat? Why, of course, we left them on the landing. You haven"t finished your cake----"