Helen"s directness solved the difficulty. There was so much ingrained honesty about her, and yet half the time lately, it seemed to her she had been on the very verge of deceitfulness.
"Mrs. Aldred," she began, with some hesitation, "I was thinking, this morning, when I heard the girls talk, that my life had been so different from theirs, and whether I had the right--" her face went scarlet then--"I don"t know as I can just explain it," in some confusion, "but whether I _was_ on an equality with them."
She said it out bravely. Mrs. Aldred admired her courage and her honesty.
"You certainly are on an equality with them here. If Mrs. Van Dorn had asked me to take you as a return for some past favors, you would still have been put on an equality, and I should not have considered it sailing under false colors. But she pays the usual terms for you, and the favor is between yourself and her. So you can dismiss all thoughts of that from your mind. I think she desires to have you trained in society ways, which you can do by watching the best examples and following them. You will like some girls very much, and girls are largely given to think that a true friendship must begin by telling each other all the little happenings of their lives. It is a good rule to consider in these matters whether you would like the girl to tell this over to someone who did not admire you so much, and who repeated it with little embellishments to the next eager listener."
"But she could not if it was a confidence," said Helen decisively.
"Girls" consciences are elastic," smiling a little. "I think they do not mean to make mischief, but I have known more than one regret caused by an incautious confidence. Girls have many things to learn before they are women, but a light and happy heart is the birthright of a girl and she need not hurry to outgrow it. Still one can study wisdom as well as other lessons, and like most of them, it is a lifelong study."
Helen was considering and wondered if she understood. She had never been counseled in this spirit. "I want you to know that you are in no sense a charity scholar, as the phrase goes, though I have had several who worked their way through school, gave for whatever they obtained, which is far from charity, I take it. I will only add, choose your friends, which implies some discrimination on your part. Did you like the girls at the table? They are all in the French cla.s.s and they talk French during the five school days. That is not demanded of the new scholars.
Monday we will begin in regular order and I will have your cla.s.ses arranged."
Then she touched a pretty bell that stood on the table and Miss Aldred answered the summons.
"Grace, will you take Miss Grant through the schoolrooms?" she asked, and Miss Aldred smiled as she gave a gesture of a.s.sent.
Helen followed her guide. This was the general a.s.sembly room, here the different recitation rooms, here the drawing cla.s.ses met and there were casts and busts and figures in plaster, and several very well executed paintings and drawings embellished the walls. Then the music room, and the study room had a piano in it also.
Helen was a trifle appalled. Education had seemed a rather simple thing at Hope. She sighed as she glanced up at Miss Grace.
"Oh, where is there time to learn it all?" she asked with a sinking at the heart.
"You do not have to learn it in one day or one week," was the smiling answer. "And every day it grows easier."
"But--music! I"ve never even touched a piano."
"Do you sing?"
"Yes, a few little songs and Sunday hymns. And sometimes out of doors I try to catch the bird notes. They are no special tunes, you know, but I always have to stop at the warble," and she laughed brightly.
Miss Grace nodded, rather amused.
"And I have never studied Latin or French."
"Everyone has to begin, though the babies in France talk French, which I believe once surprised a woman who was traveling in France."
"Oh!" Then Helen laughed gayly.
"And this is our drawing room. Once a month we have sociables, given by one of the seniors who has to arrange everything just as she would if she were in society. And the other girls are the guests."
It was a beautiful long room, with a bay window at the side which made a very pretty break in it. At both ends were double windows. The floor was matted, with rugs here and there. The furniture was simple and tasteful; two cabinets were filled with handsome china and bric-a-brac, and there was one case of elegant books. The real reading and study books, histories, and so on, were in the reception room and the study room.
Then they walked out on the porch where a bevy of girls had congregated.
"I have been introducing Miss Grant to the house," Miss Aldred said in her soft, pleasant tone, "and now you girls may tell her what we do and how we do it, and anything else that will not make her feel homesick."
Helen was sure she should never have one yearning for Hope Center.
"Oh, Miss Aldred, don"t you think we might go down town this afternoon and introduce her to the town where she will have to find her social nutriment for the next ten months?"
"Social, indeed," laughed Miss Mays.
"Well, what is it? Our intellectual nutriment is here, and though we sometimes study wood and wilds you cannot exactly describe it as natural pabulum, and though we do a little shopping you can"t designate it as financial forage. But we will not bother about exact definition until next week, so that we can go, Miss Aldred?" imploringly.
"I see no objection at present."
The stage had come up with some scholars, and Miss Aldred went to receive them.
"I am really going to take Miss Grant in charge. First, let us have a walk about our own domain."
The front and one side were devoted to pleasure and beauty. Some lovely old trees, a willow touching the ground with its long arms, two splendid Norway spruces, a great catalpa, maples, and one fine old elm. Two hammocks were swung in the shade, there were several rustic seats about, and a table that seemed to invite one to a picnic meal. At the back the decline was a tangle of wildness until it reached the little stream.
Various wood asters were beginning to bloom, golden-rod, balsams, and several fine, white blossoms. Yet, it was rather shady and they all had a delicate appearance.
"And there is a path. You can go down," exclaimed Helen, rather wistfully.
"And get yourself torn by briers. We won"t go down this morning, for there are pleasanter ways, and you will have enough of it when you go out botanizing."
"It is so beautiful. And over there is another hill." Her eyes were alight with enthusiasm.
"And the end of the town lies down in the valley. Now around here is the useful and a bit of orchard. The old branching apple tree gives us oceans of bloom in the spring, and we are allowed to despoil it as it seldom fruits. That"s the useful--not exactly the garden of sweet herbs, but there are some in it. And here is the lovely grape arbor, if you are not afraid some fierce caterpillar or savage green worm an inch or two long may swing down upon you."
There was a long bench at one side, and the air was fragrant with ripening grapes. They seated themselves, and Miss Mays extended a cordial invitation to the merry group.
"Are we really allowed to?" asked someone, hesitatingly, a stranger to the privileges.
"In reason, yes. It would be most unkind and ill-bred to strip the vines and offer them for sale in the public market. I hope none of you have been seized with that intention. There are some more prisoners of hope,"
as another stage stopped.
"Why prisoners? Do they not come of their own accord," asked Helen.
"Oh, Miss Grant, they generally come of their fathers" and mothers"
accord the first time. Did you really sigh to come?"
"I wanted to, yes;" in an eager tone.
"Depraved taste."
Helen looked surprised. That everyone of any intelligence should not long for an education amazed her. And these bright, pretty girls who must have congenial surroundings seemed the very ones to appreciate it.
They were still jesting when the luncheon bell rang. One new table was filled and some vacant s.p.a.ces in several others. It was beginning to look like quite a family. But Helen had the feeling of being a guest at a hotel, just as she had been all the week. They dispersed to their rooms, and Helen tried to read a little, but the words were mixed up with French and music. She would like the music she knew. She listened to the sound of the piano on the floor below, and her whole soul responded to the melody. Had anyone ever been so blest before? It was like a fairy story.
"Well," exclaimed Miss Mays an hour or so later, looking in at the door, "have you a mind ready for a walk, to see the town. For I doubt if otherwise you can be introduced to it before next Sat.u.r.day."
"Oh, yes," springing up with energy. "I begin to think strange places are--" she cast about for a word--"fascinating."
"How many strange places have you seen?" laughingly.