"Not really?"
"Indeed I do. I care very much. You came over here to be my friend, and there are many things I want in a friend."
"I didn"t know you cared," replied Rona in a softened voice. "No one ever did before--except Dad, when he said I was a savage."
"Don"t you want to show him what you can grow into?" asked Ulyth eagerly. "Think how surprised and pleased he"ll be when he sees you again!"
"There"s something in that."
"There"s a great deal in it. I know I often make myself do things I don"t want because of Mother; she"s such a darling, and----" She stopped short, realizing too late the mistake she was making.
"I can"t remember Mother," answered Rona, turning away with a suggestive cough. "It"s all very well for you."
Ulyth could have bitten her tongue out. She said no more, for she knew her room-mate well enough by this time to have learnt that sympathy must be offered with the utmost discretion. The poor Cuckoo was only too well aware of the deficiencies in her home and upbringing, but the least hint of them from others immediately put her on the defensive. In her own way she was very proud, and though there was a vast difference between Stephanie"s stinging remarks and Ulyth"s well-meant kindness, anything that savoured of compa.s.sion wounded her dignity.
The conversation brought urgently to Ulyth a question which had been disturbing her, and which she had persistently tried to banish from her thoughts. Where was Rona going to spend Christmas? So far as anyone knew she had not a friend or relation in the British Isles. Miss Bowes and Miss Teddington always went away for the holidays, and The Woodlands was left in the charge of servants. Rona could not stay at the school, surely? Had Miss Bowes made any arrangement for her? Ulyth vacillated for at least five minutes, then took out her writing-case and began a letter home.
"BEST-BELOVED MOTHERKINS,
"I am such a nasty, horrid, selfish thing! In every one of your letters you have hinted and hinted and hinted that we should ask Rona for Christmas. You wouldn"t say it outright until you were sure I wanted it.
That was just the rub. I didn"t want it. I"m afraid even now I don"t quite. I"ve had her all the term, and I thought it would be so blissful to be without her for four whole weeks, and have you and Father and Oswald and Dorothy and Peter just to myself. But oh, Motherkins, she"s such a lonely waif of a girl! I"m so dreadfully sorry for her. She seems always out of everything. I"m sure she"s never had a decent Christmas in her life. I believe she"s fond of her father, though I don"t think he took very much notice of her--she let out once that he was so disappointed she wasn"t a boy. But Mrs. Barker, the housekeeper, must have been a most terrible person. Rona had no chance at all.
"Motherkins, she"s never seen a real English home, and I"d like to show her ours. Yes, I would, although in a way she"ll spoil everything. May she sleep in the spare room, and let me have my own to myself? I could stand it then.
"Dearest darling, I really mean it; so will you write straight off to Miss Bowes before I have time to turn thoroughly horrid again?
"Your very loving daughter,
"ULYTH."
Having sent off the letter, and thus burnt her boats, Ulyth accepted the situation with what equanimity she could muster. Mrs. Stanton"s invitation arrived by return of post, and was accepted with great relief by Miss Bowes, who had been wondering how to dispose of her pupil during the holidays. The Cuckoo received the news with such pathetic glee that Ulyth"s heart smote her for not feeling more joyful herself.
"Are you sure you want me?" asked Rona wistfully.
"Of course we do, or we wouldn"t ask you," replied Ulyth, hoping her fib might be forgiven.
"I"ll try and not disgrace you," volunteered the Cuckoo.
A few days before the end of the term Rona received a letter from New Zealand. She rushed to Ulyth, waving it triumphantly.
"Dad"s sent me this," she announced, showing a very handsome cheque. "I wrote to him three days after I got here, and told him my clothes looked rubbishy beside the other girls", and he tells me to rig myself out afresh. I suppose he forgot about it till now. How"m I going to get the things? There isn"t time to ask Miss Bowes to send for them before the holidays. Can I buy them at the place where you live?"
"Very well indeed, and Mother will help you to choose. I know she"ll get you lovely clothes; she has such exquisite taste! She"ll just enjoy it."
"And shan"t I just? I"ll give away every rag I brought with me from New Zealand. They"ll come in for that rummage sale Teddie was telling us about."
The last lesson was finished, the last exercise written, even the last breakfast had been disposed of. The boxes, packed with great excitement the day before, were already dispatched, and four railway omnibuses were waiting to take the girls to Llangarmon Junction Station. Much to their regret, Miss Bowes would not allow them to go by Glanafon--the picturesque route by the ferry was reserved for summer weather. In winter, if the day happened to be stormy and the tide full, there was often great difficulty in crossing, the landing-place was muddy and slippery, and even if the train was not missed altogether (as sometimes happened) the small voyage was quite in the nature of an adventure.
Miss Bowes" wisdom was thoroughly justified on this particular morning, for there was a strong west wind, and the rain was pouring in torrents.
"It would have been lovely fun in the flat. There must be big waves on the river," declared Merle Denham, half aggrieved at missing such an interesting opportunity.
"Why, but look at the rain! You couldn"t hold up an umbrella for half a second. It would be blown inside out directly. You"d be as drenched as a drowned rat before you reached the train," preached her more prudent sister.
"And suppose you were blown off the stepping-stones into the river!"
added Beth Broadway. "It would be a nice way of beginning the holidays!
No. On a morning like this I"d rather have the omnibus. We shall at least start dry."
"I"m so glad you"re taking Rona home with you," whispered Lizzie Lonsdale to Ulyth. "I should have asked her myself if you hadn"t. It would have been a wretched Christmas for her to be left at school. I never saw anyone so pleased!"
The Cuckoo was indeed looking radiant at the golden prospect in store for her. Much to her surprise, everybody had been particularly nice to her that morning. Several girls had given her their addresses and asked her to write to them, Miss Bowes had been kindness itself, and even Miss Teddington, whose conduct was generally of a Spartan order, when bidding her good-bye in the study, had actually bestowed an abrupt peck of a kiss, a mark of favour never before known in the annals of the school.
To be sure, she had followed it with a warning against relapsing into loud laughter in other people"s houses; but then she was Miss Teddington!
Ulyth lived in Staffordshire, and the journey from North Wales was tedious; but what schoolgirl minds a long journey? To Rona all was new and delightful, and to Ulyth every telegraph-post meant that she was so much nearer home. The travellers had a royal reception, and kind, tactful Mrs. Stanton managed at once to put her young guest at ease, and make her feel that she was a welcome addition to the family circle.
Oswald, Ulyth"s elder brother, had come from Harrow only an hour before, and Dorothy and Peter, the two younger children, were prancing about in utmost enthusiasm at the exciting arrivals.
"Father hasn"t come in yet?" asked Ulyth, when she had finished hugging her mother. "Well, it will be all the bigger treat when he does. Oh, Oswald, I didn"t think you could grow so much in a term! Dorothy, darling, don"t quite choke me! Peterkin, come and shake hands with Rona.
Toby, do stop barking for half a moment! Where"s Tabbyskins? And, please, show me the new parrot. Oh, isn"t it lovely to be at home again!"
Almost the whole of the next day was spent by Mrs. Stanton, Ulyth, and their delighted visitor in a tour round various outfitting establishments--an exhilarating time for Rona, who was making her first acquaintance with the glories of English shops. Their purchases were highly satisfactory, and as Ulyth helped her friend to dress for dinner on Christmas Day she reviewed the result with the utmost complacency.
"Didn"t I tell you Mother has good taste? Rona, you"re lovely! This pale-blue dress suits you to a T. And the bronze slippers are so dainty; and your hair is so pretty. You can"t think how it has improved lately."
"Do I look like other girls?" asked Rona, fingering the enamelled locket that had been given her that morning by Mr. and Mrs. Stanton.
"Rather! A great deal nicer than most. I"m proud of you. I wish they could all see you at The Woodlands."
"I"m glad if I shan"t disgrace you. What a good thing Dad"s cheque came just in time!"
In her new plumage the Cuckoo appeared turned into a tropical humming-bird. Ulyth had thought her good-looking before, but she had not realized that her room-mate was a beauty. She stared almost fascinated at the vision of blue eyes, coral cheeks, white neck, and ruddy-brown hair. Was this indeed the same girl who had arrived at school last September? It was like a transformation scene in the pantomime. Clothes undoubtedly exercise a great effect on some people, and Rona seemed to put away her backwoods manners with her up-country dresses. There was a dignity about her now and a desire to please which she had never shown at The Woodlands. She held herself straight, walked gracefully instead of shambling, and was careful to allow no uncouth expressions to escape her. Her behaviour was very quiet, as if she were watching others, or taking mental stock of how to comport herself. If occasionally she made some slight mistake she flushed crimson, but she never repeated it. She was learning the whole time, and the least gentle hint from Mrs. Stanton was sufficient for her. Miss Teddington need not have been afraid that the loud laugh would offend the ears of her friends; it never rang out once, and the high-pitched voice was subdued to wonderfully softened tones. For her hostess Rona evinced a species of worship. She would follow her about the house, content simply to be near her, and her face would light up at the slightest word addressed to her.
"The poor child just wanted a good mothering," said Mrs. Stanton to Ulyth. "It is marvellous how fast she is improving. You"ll make something of your little wild bird after all. She"s worth the trouble."
"I"d no idea she could grow into this," replied Ulyth. "Oh, Motherkins, you should have seen her at first! She was a very rough diamond."
"Aren"t you glad to have a hand in the polishing? It will be such a triumph."
Two members of the household, at any rate, saw no fault in the visitor.
Dorothy and Peter haunted her like small persistent ghosts, begging for stories about New Zealand. The accounts of her life in the bush were like a romance to them, and so fired their enthusiasm that in the intervals of playing soldiers they tried to emulate her adventures, and were found with a clothes-line in the garden making a wild attempt to la.s.so the much-enduring Toby.
"Rona"s very good-natured with them," said Ulyth. "She doesn"t mind how they pull her about, and Peter"s most exhausting sometimes. I shouldn"t like to carry him round the house on my back. Dorothy"s perfectly insatiable for stories; it"s always "Tell us another!" How funny Oswald is at present. He"s grown so outrageously polite all of a sudden. I suppose it"s because he"s in the Sixth now. He was very different last holidays. He"s getting quite a "lady"s man"."
"The young folks are growing up very fast," commented Mr. Stanton in private. "It seems only yesterday that Oswald and Ulyth were babies. In another year or two we shall begin to think of twenty-first-birthday dances."
"Oh, don"t talk of anything so dreadful!" said Mrs. Stanton in consternation. "They"re my babies still. The party on Thursday is to be quite a children"s affair."
Though "Motherkins" might regard the coming festivity as entirely of a juvenile character, the young people took it seriously. They practised dancing on the polished linoleum of the nursery every evening. Rona had had her first lessons at The Woodlands, and was making heroic efforts to remember what she had learnt.
"You"ll get on all right," Ulyth encouraged her. "That last was ever so much better; you"re dropping into it quite nicely. You dance lightly, at any rate. Now try again with Oswald while I play. Ossie, I"m proud of you! Last Christmas you were a perfect duffer at it. Don"t you remember how you sat out at the Warings"? You"ve improved immensely. Now go on!"