Charlotte watched the Tall Lady and the Cat until they went away into a fine, big house further up the garden, then she sighed and went back through the cherry trees to the asylum playground, where the other orphans were playing games. But, somehow, games had lost their flavour compared with those fascinating gaps.
It did not take Charlotte long to discover that the Pretty Lady always walked past the northwest gap about one o"clock every day and never at any other time--at least at no other time when Charlotte was free to watch her; and that the Tall Lady was almost always in her garden at five in the afternoon, accompanied by the Very Handsome Cat, pruning and tr.i.m.m.i.n.g some of her flowers. Charlotte never missed being at the gaps at the proper times, if she could possibly manage it, and her heart was full of dreams about her two Ladies. But the other orphans thought all the fun had gone out of her, and the matron noticed her absent-mindedness and dosed her with sulphur and mola.s.ses for it.
Charlotte took the dose meekly, as she took everything else. It was all part and parcel with being an orphan in an asylum.
"But if the Pretty Lady with the Blue Eyes was my mother, she wouldn"t make me swallow such dreadful stuff," sighed Charlotte. "I don"t believe even the Tall Lady with the Black Eyes would--though perhaps she might, aunts not being quite as good as mothers."
"Do you know," said Maggie Brunt, coming up to Charlotte at this moment, "that Lizzie Parker is going to be adopted? A lady is going to adopt her."
"Oh!" cried Charlotte breathlessly. An adoption was always a wonderful event in the asylum, as well as a somewhat rare one. "Oh, how splendid!"
"Yes, isn"t it?" said Maggie enviously. "She picked out Lizzie because she was pretty and had curls. I don"t think it is fair."
Charlotte sighed. "n.o.body will ever want to adopt me, because I"ve mousy hair and freckles," she said. "But somebody may want you some day, Maggie. You have such lovely black hair."
"But it isn"t curly," said Maggie forlornly. "And the matron won"t let me put it up in curl papers at night. I just wish I was Lizzie."
Charlotte shook her head. "I don"t. I"d love to be adopted, but I wouldn"t really like to be anybody but myself, even if I am homely.
It"s better to be yourself with mousy hair and freckles than somebody else who is ever so beautiful. But I do envy Lizzie, though the matron says it is wicked to envy anyone."
Envy of the fortunate Lizzie did not long possess Charlotte"s mind, however, for that very day a wonderful thing happened at noon hour by the northwest gap. Charlotte had always been very careful not to let the Pretty Lady see her, but today, after the Pretty Lady had gone past, Charlotte leaned out of the gap to watch her as far as she could. And just at that very moment the Pretty Lady looked back; and there, peering at her from the asylum fence, was a little sc.r.a.p of a girl, with mouse-coloured hair and big freckles, and the sweetest, brightest, most winsome little face the Pretty Lady had ever seen. The Pretty Lady smiled right down at Charlotte and for just a moment her eyes looked as Charlotte had always known they ought to look.
Charlotte was feeling rather frightened down in her heart but she smiled bravely back.
"Are you thinking of running away?" said the Pretty Lady, and, oh, what a sweet voice she had--sweet and tender, just like a mother"s voice ought to be!
"No," said Charlotte, shaking her head gravely. "I should like to run away but it would be of no use, because there is no place to run to."
"Why would you like to run away?" asked the Pretty Lady, still smiling. "Don"t you like living here?"
Charlotte opened her big eyes very widely. "Why, it"s an orphan asylum!" she exclaimed. "n.o.body could like living in an orphan asylum.
But, of course, orphans should be very thankful to have any place to live in and I _am_ thankful. I"d be thankfuller still if the matron wouldn"t make me take sulphur and mola.s.ses. If you had a little girl, would you make her take sulphur and mola.s.ses?"
"I didn"t when I had a little girl," said the Pretty Lady wistfully, and her eyes were sad again.
"Oh, did you really have a little girl once?" asked Charlotte softly.
"Yes, and she died," said the Pretty Lady in a trembling voice.
"Oh, I am sorry," said Charlotte, more softly still. "Did she--did she have lovely golden hair and pink cheeks like yours?"
"No," the Pretty Lady smiled again, though it was a very sad smile.
"No, she had mouse-coloured hair and freckles."
"Oh! And weren"t you sorry?"
"No, I was glad of it, because it made her look like her father. I"ve always loved little girls with mouse-coloured hair and freckles ever since. Well, I must hurry along. I"m late now, and schools have a dreadful habit of going in sharp on time. If you should happen to be here tomorrow, I"m going to stop and ask your name."
Of course Charlotte was at the gap the next day and they had a lovely talk. In a week they were the best of friends. Charlotte soon found out that she could make the Pretty Lady"s eyes look as they ought to for a little while at least, and she spent all her spare time and lay awake at nights devising speeches to make the Pretty Lady laugh.
Then another wonderful thing happened. One evening when Charlotte went to the southeast gap, the Tall Lady with the Black Eyes was not in the garden--at least, Charlotte thought she wasn"t. But the Very Handsome Cat was, sitting gravely under a syringa bush and looking quite proud of himself for being a cat.
"You Very Handsome Cat," said Charlotte, "won"t you come here and let me stroke you?"
The Very Handsome Cat did come, just as if he understood English, and he purred with delight when Charlotte took him in her arms and buried her face in his fur. Then--Charlotte thought she would really sink into the ground, for the Tall Lady herself came around a lilac bush and stood before the gap.
"Please, ma"am," stammered Charlotte in an agony of embarra.s.sment, "I wasn"t meaning to do any harm to your Very Handsome Cat. I just wanted to pat him. I--I am very fond of cats and they are not allowed in orphan asylums."
"I"ve always thought asylums weren"t run on proper principles," said the Tall Lady briskly. "Bless your heart, child, don"t look so scared.
You"re welcome to pat the cat all you like. Come in and I"ll give you some flowers."
"Thank you, but I am not allowed to go off the grounds," said Charlotte firmly, "and I think I"d rather not have any flowers because the matron might want to know where I got them, and then she would have this gap closed up. I live in mortal dread for fear it will be closed anyhow. It"s very uncomfortable--living in mortal dread."
The Tall Lady laughed a very jolly laugh. "Yes, I should think it would be," she agreed. "I haven"t had that experience."
Then they had a jolly talk, and every evening after that Charlotte went to the gap and stroked the Very Handsome Cat and chatted to the Tall Lady.
"Do you live all alone in that big house?" she asked wonderingly one day.
"All alone," said the Tall Lady.
"Did you always live alone?"
"No. I had a sister living with me once. But I don"t want to talk about her. You"ll oblige me, Charlotte, by _not_ talking about her."
"I won"t then," agreed Charlotte. "I can understand why people don"t like to have their sisters talked about sometimes. Lily Mitch.e.l.l has a big sister who was sent to jail for stealing. Of course Lily doesn"t like to talk about her."
The Tall Lady laughed a little bitterly. "My sister didn"t steal. She married a man I detested, that"s all."
"Did he drink?" asked Charlotte gravely. "The matron"s husband drank and that was why she left him and took to running an orphan asylum. I think I"d rather put up with a drunken husband than live in an orphan asylum."
"My sister"s husband didn"t drink," said the Tall Lady grimly. "He was beneath her, that was all. I told her I"d never forgive her and I never shall. He"s dead now--he died a year after she married him--and she"s working for her living. I dare say she doesn"t find it very pleasant. She wasn"t brought up to that. Here, Charlotte, is a turnover for you. I made it on purpose for you. Eat it and tell me if you don"t think I"m a good cook. I"m dying for a compliment. I never get any now that I"ve got old. It"s a dismal thing to get old and have n.o.body to love you except a cat, Charlotte."
"I think it is just as bad to be young and have n.o.body to love you, not _even_ a cat," sighed Charlotte, enjoying the turnover, nevertheless.
"I dare say it is," agreed the Tall Lady, looking as if she had been struck by a new and rather startling idea.
I like the tall lady with the Black Eyes ever so much, thought Charlotte that night as she lay in bed, but I love the Pretty Lady. I have more fun with the Tall Lady and the Very Handsome Cat, but I always feel nicer with the Pretty Lady. Oh, I"m so glad her little girl had mouse-coloured hair.
Then the most wonderful thing of all happened. One day a week later the Pretty Lady said, "Would you like to come and live with me, Charlotte?"
Charlotte looked at her. "Are you in earnest?" she asked in a whisper.
"Indeed I am. I want you for my little girl, and if you"d like to come, you shall. I"m poor, Charlotte, really, I"m dreadfully poor, but I can make my salary stretch far enough for two, and we"ll love each other enough to cover the thin spots. Will you come?"
"Well, I should just think I will!" said Charlotte emphatically. "Oh, I wish I was sure I"m not dreaming. I do love you so much, and it will be so delightful to be your little girl."
"Very well, sweetheart. I"ll come tomorrow afternoon--it is Sat.u.r.day, so I"ll have the whole blessed day off--and see the matron about it.