"If I had my way I wouldn"t come back to school."
"If I had my way I would come back to school ten years," exclaimed Helen.
"You are enough to tire anyone to death with your everlasting study plans. Thank heaven for vacation, say I."
There were some plans, indeed a great deal of planning about that. Each girl had a different desire.
Helen had written her monthly letter regularly. Sometimes she had nice chatty replies from Mrs. Van Dorn; at others, Miss Gage had written.
They had been spending a month at Paris, now they were going to London, and then to some country houses. And early in June came a letter disposing of Helen"s summer. She would return to Hope and spend the time between Mrs. Dayton and her uncle. "We do not know what may happen another year," she wrote; "and you are too young to be going about anywhere else."
Of course that was what she had expected to do, would be glad to do. She did want to see all her old friends again. Uncle Jason"s letters had been rather queer and formal, Jenny had written twice all about herself and Joe.
Daisy came in bright and smiling. She, too, had a letter.
"I"ve been telling mamma such lots about you, and I asked her to let me invite you to spend a fortnight with me, and here it is. Just listen."
A very delightful invitation to be sure. Helen"s heart beat high for a moment.
"Well--are you struck speechless?" a gay light dancing in her eyes.
"You are very good, just lovely, but I do not know as I can accept, I am to go home----"
"Only two weeks out of nine! Surely you can spare that!"
Helen considered. "I will consult Mrs. Aldred before I decide," with gentle gravity.
"I really do not see what she has to do with it. Your aunt and uncle would be the ones to decide. Don"t you want to do it--to see what sort of a home I have? It would be just a splendid time. Mamma is half in love with you. I am almost jealous again."
"Oh, I can"t think of anything more delightful," Helen cried eagerly, and Daisy did not need to doubt the pleasure illumining her face. "But Mrs. Van Dorn has planned----"
"Oh, write to her and tell her how much you want to come," beseechingly.
"There would hardly be time."
"It would be nicer to take you home with me, but you could come afterward."
"Why yes. However, I will see what Mrs. Aldred thinks."
"Oh, go at once. I want to write back," exclaimed Daisy impatiently.
Mrs. Aldred looked up from the pile of reports on her table, and said in a pleasantly inquiring tone, "Well?" then listened, but there was a tint of perplexity in her face.
"I had a note from Mrs. Van Dorn by the last steamer also. She seems very well satisfied with your progress, only she is rather exigent about the French, and I wish you would do all you can at it during vacation. But she is very explicit about the summer. I think she prefers that you should spend it in Hope."
She had been rather more than explicit, and said she did not approve of such young girls visiting about. Mr. Castles would send a trusty person for Helen and see her safely on the train for Hope.
"Do you not think I might write to her about it for a visit later on?"
"Yes, you could. But Mrs. Van Dorn is certain of her own wishes in any matter, and generally has good reasons. I do not imagine a visit like this would do you any harm, but you are young, and I _do_ suppose you owe your own people some respect. I think I should accept the fiat."
Helen felt bitterly disappointed. She did not dream her girlish enthusiasm about Daisy Bell had been one of the factors in this command, as it really was, that Mrs. Van Dorn did not want any girl to gain a strong influence over Helen, but she need not have felt suspicious, as the influence was all the other way.
It had come like a sudden vision, and now it was quenched in bitter regret, with the unappeased want back of it.
"I do object to indiscriminate visiting for such young girls. If Mrs.
Van Dorn were here and could see just the kind of girl Miss Daisy is, it would be different, but I suppose, if she thought at all, it was about the generality of girls, who sometimes are quite lawless in their own homes. Since you have accepted her direction for the next two years, it is best to do it cheerfully," advised Mrs. Aldred.
"Yes, I _do_ owe her that much," returned Helen in a convinced tone, if the disappointment had not all gone out of it.
Then Daisy and she had an unpleasant disagreement about it, and Helen felt sorrier than ever.
Juliet Craven"s happening was a comforting one for her. Mrs. Davis had gone abroad with a clear conscience. Her friend, Mrs. Howard, was to look after the ward who was neither woman or child.
Then came the rush of examinations, the excitement to know who had pa.s.sed, and what the marks were, and the graduation exercises which began at three in the afternoon and were to end with a lawn party in the moonlight.
Some of the pupils were secretly mortified at not attaining a higher rate, a few really did not care, and they were not sufficiently above the ordinary to make a mark anywhere. Some others were a credit to the training and culture of Aldred House, and went their way with a grateful remembrance of their teacher friend and her admirable daughter.
Helen had a part in the singing, there was some excellent playing, recitations, and essays. The house was crowded, it was one of the summer events at Westchester. There were congratulations and good wishes, and an evening of unbounded delight, as many of the young people were invited, and for this evening the youthful masculines, among them a number of law students, were welcomed.
Was it only a year ago Helen Grant had recited Herve Riel in the old schoolhouse at Hope Center? Oh, how many things had happened since then.
Why, it was like a fairy story. She could hardly believe it herself.
She recited it again out on a corner of the lawn, and before she was half through her audience had doubled, and listened with flattering attention. The young son of Mr. Danforth, just home from college, was standing near.
"That"s enough to inspire one," he said. "I shall take one line back with me and recall the very ring of your voice:
"Sirs, believe me, there"s a way.""
Helen flushed with pleasure. She had not given up her old hero, though there had been new candidates for her favor.
Then followed the partings the next morning. Some would be for life perhaps. Every graduate counted on coming back to Aldred House some day, but there were many chances and changes and more than one was never to see it again, only hold its happy times in remembrance.
"I am glad we are to keep together next year," exclaimed Daisy Bell.
"And I _do_ think I shall be a better student. The year following we shall graduate together. And all the rest of our lives I hope we shall be friends, even if we do have tiffs now and then."
Juliet Craven asked rather timidly if she might write to Helen.
"Oh, I should be disappointed if you did not. I count on it as one of my pleasures," Helen returned warmly. There were other promises, several of them not kept. And by twos and threes the group dwindled until at dinner all the remainder were invited to the table of state as guests.
The next morning a thin, rather somber-looking man came with a note from Mr. Castles. Helen"s eyes were swimming in tears as she said good-by to Mrs. Aldred and Miss Grace.
It was an uneventful journey until they reached New York. They stopped at Mr. Castles" office, and he questioned Helen about her past year, took her out to lunch, and then put her aboard her own train with several papers and a magazine, and wished her a pleasant journey.
And pleasant it was, though she had a seat to herself. She could not read, hardly look at the tempting array of pictures, there were so many thoughts crowding in and through her mind. She had been very happy.
Schooldays were delightful. She wanted years and years of them.
Some ten miles before they reached Hope the pa.s.sengers had to leave the main line. She made her change without any difficulty, and saw that her trunk was safely bestowed. Then on and on past farms and a few straggling villages, when the train began to slow up and the conductor called out--"North Hope."