"Hush!" warned Lucy, "here comes Miss Anstice."
Miss Anstice, with her front breadth all stained with jelly cake and marmalade, was wandering around, quite subdued. It was pitiful to see how she always got into the thickest of the groups to hide her gown, trying to be sociable with the girls. But the girls not reciprocating, she was at last taken in tow by Miss Ophelia, who set about showing her some rare old china, as a special attention.
Now, Miss Anstice cared nothing for rare old china, or indeed, for relics or curiosities of any sort; but she was very meek on this occasion, and so she allowed herself to be led about from shelf to shelf; and though she said nothing, Miss Ophelia was so enchanted by her own words and memories, as she described in a fluent and loving manner their various claims to admiration, that she thought the younger Miss Salisbury quite a remarkable person.
"Show her the Lowestoft collection, sister," called Mr. John Clemcy, from across the apartment, and breaking off from his animated discussion over an old Egyptian vase, in which Miss Salisbury had carried herself brilliantly.
"I will, Brother John," a.s.sented Miss Clemcy, with great affability.
"Now here," and she opened the door to its cabinet, "is what will interest you greatly, I think."
Suddenly, a crash as of breaking porcelain struck upon the ear. Every one in the old room jumped, save the persons who might be supposed to be the most interested--Mr. Clemcy and his sister. Their faces did not change.
Miss Salisbury deserted the Egyptian vase. "Who," she demanded, hurrying to the centre of the apartment, a red spot on either cheek, "has done this?"
Mr. John Clemcy followed her. "Do not, I beg," he said quietly, "notice it."
"Notice it! after your extreme hospitality--oh! which one of my scholars can have forgotten herself enough to touch a thing?"
The groups parted a little, just enough to disclose a shrinking figure.
It was Lily, whose curious fingers were clasped in distress.
"She is very young," said Miss Clemcy softly, as Miss Salisbury detached her from the group, and pa.s.sed into another room, crying as if her heart would break.
Mr. John Clemcy then came up to his sister and her visitor. "Your sister must not take it so to heart," he said.
Miss Anstice was worn out by this time, what with her gown, and now by this terrible thing that would bring such discredit upon their school; and besides, it might take ever so much from their savings to replace, for Lily was poor, and was a connection, so they perhaps would have to help her out. She therefore could find no words at her command, except, "Oh dear me!" and raised her poor eyes.
Mr. John Clemcy searched her face intently, and actually smiled to rea.s.sure her. She thought he was looking at her gown; so she mumbled faintly, to draw off his attention, "I am afraid it was very valuable."
He didn"t tell her it was one of the oldest bits in his collection; but while Miss Clemcy slipped off, and quietly picked up every piece of the broken treasure, he turned the conversation, and talked rapidly and charmingly upon something,--for the life of her, Miss Anstice never could tell what.
And he was still talking when Miss Salisbury brought back Lily by the hand, red-eyed and still sniffling, to stumble over her pleas for pardon. And then, the storm having abated, there were instant preparations for departure set in motion. And Mr. Kimball and his a.s.sociates helped them into their vehicles, Miss Clemcy"s beautiful old lace showing off finely on the great porch as she bade them good-bye.
"It is real, I guess," declared Silvia, looking closely from her seat next to Lucy. "And, oh dear me, isn"t this too horrible, what Lily Cushing has done?"
Mr. John Clemcy helped the ladies in, Miss Anstice putting forth all her powers to enable her to ascend the steep steps without disclosing the front breadth of her gown. Despite her best endeavors, she felt quite sure that the keen eyes of both brother and sister had discovered every blemish.
Miss Salisbury sank back in her seat, as the barge rolled off, quite in despair; for she knew quite well that the broken vase was one of the gems of the collection.
"Oh, see the lovely rainbow!" The girls" spirits rose, now that they were once more on the move. What was one broken vase, after all? And they began to laugh and talk once more.
"Oh dear!" Polly Pepper glanced back. "Alexia, this will just about kill our dear Miss Salisbury!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I"m clear beat," Mr. Kimball was saying to himself, as n.o.body paid attention. "You might knock me over with a feather! To think o"
that old _ree_cluse that won"t know n.o.body, him nor his sister, an" is so hifalutin" smart, a-bustin" out so _po_lite all of a suddint."
XVI NEW PLANS
"Polly," said Jasper, "could you come into the den?"
"Why, yes, Jasper," she cried, in surprise at his face. "Oh, has anything happened?"
"No," he said, but the gloomy look did not disappear. "Oh Polly, it"s too bad to ask,--were you going to study?" with a glance at her armful of books.
"No--that is, I can do them just as well after dinner." Polly dropped her books on the hall chair. "Oh, what is it, Jasper?" running after him into the den.
"It"s just this, Polly, I hate to tell you--" He paused, and gloom settled worse than ever over his face.
"Jasper," said Polly quite firmly, and she laid her hand on his arm, "I really think you ought to tell me right away what is on your mind."
"Do you really, Polly?" Jasper asked eagerly.
"Yes, I do," said Polly, "unless you had rather tell Mamsie. Perhaps that would be best, Jasper."
"No, I don"t really think it would in this case, Polly. I will tell you." So he drew up a chair, and Polly settled into it, and he perched on the end of the table.
"You see, Polly," he began, "I hate to tell you, but if I don"t, why of course you can"t in the least understand how to help."
"No, of course I can"t," said Polly, clasping her hands together tightly, and trying to wait patiently for the recital. Oh, what could it be!
"Well, Pickering isn"t doing well at school," said Jasper, in a burst.
It was so much better to have it out at once.
"Oh dear me!" exclaimed Polly, in sorrow.
"No, he isn"t," said Jasper decidedly; "it grows worse and worse."
"Dear me!" said Polly again.
"And now Mr. Faber says there isn"t much hope for him, unless he picks up in the last half. He called me into his study to tell me that to-day--wants me to influence him and all that."
All the hateful story was out at last. Polly sprang out of her chair.
"You don"t mean--you can"t mean, that Pickering will be dropped, Jasper?" she cried as she faced him.
"Worse than that," answered Jasper gloomily.
"Worse than dropped!" exclaimed Polly with wide eyes.
"To be dropped a cla.s.s wouldn"t kill Pick; so many boys have had that happen, although it is quite bad enough."
"I should think so," breathed Polly.
"But Pick will simply be shot out of the school," said Jasper desperately; "there"s no use in mincing matters. Mr. Faber has utterly lost patience; and the other teachers as well."