"I didn"t take your method of finding it out, you may be sure," replied Marion. "I never heard a word about it before this afternoon; but if you put two and two together they generally make four, that"s all."
"What do you mean by putting "two and two together"?" impatiently asked Julia Thayer.
"Why, just this!" replied Marion. "Does Mr. Stein have an earthly thing to do with this school except to give us music-lessons? and is there anything that Miss Stiefbach could be getting up with him, that concerned the "young ladies" that didn"t have something to do with our music? and would she be inviting people here when it was convenient to _him_ if it wasn"t that they are going to give a musicale, and he is going to make us play? So there you"ve got the whole matter; I don"t think it required much brilliancy to see that."
"Well, I _never_ should have thought of it!" exclaimed Sarah.
"Nor I either," said Florence. "But don"t you think it is awfully mean not to have let us known anything about it beforehand, so that we might have had time to practise?"
"I presume Mr. Stein has been secretly drilling us for it this long time, though we poor, unconscious victims didn"t suspect it," replied Marion. "But there"s Georgie, she has the advantage of us; she has probably decided what she is going to play, and has learned it perfectly." But there was no reply from Georgie as she had discreetly left the room.
"Oh, isn"t she sly?" exclaimed Grace Minton.
"Sly! sly isn"t the word for it," put in Sarah Brown in her most energetic tones; "she ought to have been named Foxy Graham!"
"Well, there"s one thing certain," said Grace Minton, "I shan"t have to play; I thank my stars for that!"
"I wonder who will play," said Florence. "Georgie Graham of course; Julia; and you Mab; and I rather guess I shall have to. Well, I don"t much care, I don"t believe there will be many here, and I think it"s time I learned to play before strangers."
"I don"t know how I shall ever get on in the world," cried Marion in a despairing tone; "that is about the only thing I never could do."
"And I think it is so strange," remarked Julia Thayer; "for you see so much company at home, and always seem so self-possessed wherever you are, that it does seem queer that you are afraid to play before people."
"I know it. I dare say every one thinks it is all affectation," replied Marion, "for I know you all think I"ve got a.s.surance enough to do most anything; but it is the honest truth, that I"m frightened half to death whenever I sit down to play to any one; and if I get along well at this affair of Miss Stiefbach"s, it will be nothing but my _will_ that carries me through."
"So you mean to play, do you?" asked Georgie Graham, who at this juncture suddenly made her appearance in the room.
"Yes, I mean to play if I"m asked, and I suppose I shall be, because I think I ought. I am determined to overcome this ridiculous nervousness, even if it is at the expense of fifty mortifying failures before I do it; so, girls, look out and prepare yourselves for a public disgrace; for of _course_ there is not one of you who would not take it quite to heart if I should break down."
"Well," replied Sarah Brown in the most energetic tone (Sarah almost always spoke in italics), "I know I for one should feel dreadfully; though of _course_ I can"t answer for some of the rest of us;" and she cast a meaning glance at Georgie.
"I"m sure, Marion, I _hope_ you won"t fail," said Georgie as she picked up her work, her ostensible reason for coming back, and left the room.
"I know one thing," exclaimed Sarah; "if that girl kept a list of all the lies she tells in a week, white and black; she"d use up all the letter-paper there is in the town."
"O Sallie!" laughed Florence, "you"re too severe. I"m afraid you don"t entertain a Christian spirit towards Georgie."
"I don"t, and I don"t pretend to!" answered Sarah. "I never did like her, and I never shall; she"s always saying something to aggravate me."
"But she didn"t say anything to you then," said Julia Thayer, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes; "she was only _hoping_ that Marion would not break down."
"Yes, and a lot she hoped it!" excitedly replied Sarah; "there"s nothing would suit her better than to have Mab make a regular failure of it; and I just wanted to let her know I thought so."
"Now, Sarah," said Marion, in a half-laughing, half-serious tone, "don"t you trouble yourself to fight my battles. I think I am quite equal to it myself; besides, you"ll have your hands full to look after your own squabbles."
"There"s ingrat.i.tude for you!" said Grace Minton. "If I were you, Sallie, I never would trouble myself about her again; she doesn"t deserve such a champion."
"Oh, I don"t mind what she says," replied Sarah, good-naturedly; "she can"t make me hold my tongue, and I shall say just what I"ve a mind to, to that Georgie Graham, so long as she keeps on tormenting me."
That evening the whole school was informed that on the following Friday Miss Stiefbach was to give a soiree musicale, at which ten of the scholars were to perform.
These were Marion Berkley, Florence Stevenson, Alice Howard, Mattie Denton, Julia Thayer, Georgie Graham, Susie Snelling, Kate Brastow, and, to the surprise of every one, little Rose May and Fannie Thayer.
Of course nothing was talked of that week out of study hours, but the soiree, and great indignation was expressed by most of the performers that they had not been allowed more time to prepare themselves. But Mr.
Stein knew what he was about; he wished the musicale to be as much as was possible an impromptu affair, as it was not his idea to make an exhibition of the skill of his pupils, but to accustom them to play with ease and self-possession before strangers. He gave his pupils a list of their names in the order in which they were to play, selected from the music belonging to each girl several pieces, from which she was to choose one, exercising her own taste and judgment; decided himself upon the duets he wished performed, and then informed them that his part in the matter was ended; from that moment he was to be nothing but a spectator.
"But, Mr. Stein," exclaimed one, "just _please_ tell me, can I play this well enough?" and then from a second, "O Mr. Stein, _would_ you play this?" and "Oh, I never can play _any_ of these before any one!" from a third, and many other exclamations and lamentations were poured upon him; but he only held up his hands in a deprecating way. "Now, young ladies, do not, do not, I beg of you, ask me another question! I consider that you know any one of the pieces which I have laid aside for you to choose from sufficiently well to play anywhere; it only remains for you to decide which one you will play. Now, good-by until Friday; you will not see me until then, when I shall not come as your teacher, but as an invited guest, to have my ears delighted with the sweet sounds which I shall expect to hear from that instrument;" and with a profound bow the old German made his exit.
But, notwithstanding his apparent unconcern as to the result of this new whim of his, Mr. Stein was really quite excited about it; several of his pupils at Miss Stiefbach"s he considered were quite remarkable for their age, and he looked forward to the coming musicale with a feeling of pride not unmixed with fear, lest some of his favorites should fail to do themselves credit.
Marion had noticed that for two weeks before the secret was generally known Georgie Graham had practised Chopin"s Polonaise in A, every day, but since the whole school had been informed of the musicale she had only heard her play it twice. This induced her to think that Georgie, taking advantage of the knowledge which she had surrept.i.tiously gained, had chosen that piece for Friday night, and having nearly perfected herself in it, was avoiding practising it, so that none of the girls might suspect what she intended to play.
Marion would not have been likely to have thought of this, if she had not taken the Polonaise about the same time that Georgie had, and had often remarked that she thought Georgie played it better than anything else, and very much better than she did herself. Remembering this, and knowing that Georgie would be particularly anxious to excel her in the eyes of the whole school, and before invited guests, she felt perfectly confident that Chopin"s Polonaise was the piece she had chosen.
Now Georgie had certainly done everything she could to make Marion thoroughly uncomfortable ever since they had been back at school, and Marion had been actually longing for an opportunity to revenge herself.
Here was the opportunity. The soiree was to open with a duet by Mattie Denton and Julia Thayer; then a solo by Florence, followed by a song from Alice Howard; then a piano solo from Marion, and after her Georgie Graham. This precedence over Georgie gave Marion the opportunity which she could not resist. She would play the Polonaise herself, thus forcing Georgie to choose another piece almost without a moment"s notice.
Do not despise her, my friends; she was very much like other girls, and had a natural desire to punish Georgie for all the mean, petty annoyances to which she had been subjected at her hands. A very wrong desire, I grant you, and one for which she blamed herself very much; but she had it, and consequently as a faithful chronicler I must write it.
But do not for a moment suppose that she intended publicly to disgrace her school-mate; nothing of the kind; she knew that Georgie was perfectly capable, and perfectly willing to play any of her music before no matter how many strangers. She only wanted to provoke her, and spoil her nicely arranged plan of playing a very difficult and very brilliant piece of music, better than any of the other girls would be able to play, as they had not had the advantages of practising expressly for the occasion which she had taken. She was not at all jealous of Georgie, for although they were generally considered the rival pianists of the establishment, the rivalry was entirely on Georgie"s side.
Many might say that they played equally well, but the few who truly loved music for its own sake missed something in Georgie"s playing which they found in Marion"s.
The secret was this: Georgie played from a love of the admiration and praise she received, and from an ambitious resolution she had made when a little child, that no one she knew should play better than she did herself. Consequently every one was struck with the accuracy and rapidity of her execution, and the brilliancy of her touch in all difficult music; but in more quiet pieces,--pieces that required that the soul of the performer should thrill through every chord, and vibrate with every touch of the piano, that the full depth and beauty of their perfect harmony might be conveyed to the listener"s ear,--then it was that Georgie"s playing seemed cold and mechanical, while that of Marion seemed an interpretation of the purest ideas of the composer.
Friday afternoon came at last. Throughout the house the two pianos had been going at almost every hour in the day; early and late, before breakfast and after supper, might be heard duets, solos, and songs, until those scholars who were not to perform at the musical soiree declared themselves thoroughly disgusted with the whole affair, and hoped Miss Stiefbach would never have another.
This afternoon, however, no one was allowed to go near the piano, and every girl was obliged to learn her lessons for Monday, and take her usual amount of exercise, notwithstanding that they had all begged and entreated to be permitted to give their last moments to music. Miss Stiefbach was obdurate and held her ground, for she knew the girls were all very much excited, and that nothing but a strict attention to other things would sufficiently calm them to enable them to play at all, that night.
But just before tea excitement reigned supreme. To be sure it was divided and subdivided by being confined to the various rooms where the scholars were dressing themselves for the evening; still, if an entire stranger had walked through the lower part of the house where everything was quiet, and no one was to be seen except Miss Christine, who was arranging some beautiful flowers that had mysteriously made their appearance that afternoon, he would have felt perfectly sure that some event of an unusual and highly interesting nature was about to take place. As a rule all the scholars dressed very plainly, for Miss Stiefbach"s motto regarding dress which she endeavored to instill into the youthful minds about her was, "Neatness, not display."
But notwithstanding the fact that ordinarily all finery was eschewed, almost every girl had stowed away in her trunk at least one dress a little more elaborate than the rest of her wardrobe; a set of pretty jewelry, or handsome ribbons, "in case anything should happen;" and now something was actually going to happen; the dull routine of school-life was to be broken in upon, and consequently the little vanities of this world would have a chance to air themselves.
"To friz, or not to friz! that is the question!" exclaimed Marion, as she turned from her looking-gla.s.s and appealed to Florence, who was b.u.t.toning her best-fitting cloth boots.
"Why, friz of course; you know it"s the most becoming."
"Oh, I know that well enough; but you see I was too sleepy to put it up last night, and now I shall have to do it with hot slate-pencil, and it"s the ruination of the hair."
"I guess it won"t hurt it for just this once, and this is certainly a great occasion," answered Florence; "what are you going to wear on it,--cherry?"
"Oh, no! that lovely gold band you gave me; it just suits my dress, and lights up beautifully. I like to wear only one color when I can."
"That is all very well for you to say (these boots are _rayther_ snug), because you"re a blonde, and look well in plain colors; but I"m such a darkey that nothing but red and yellow suits me," said Florence.
"So much the better. I don"t think there is anything handsomer than a rich orange or a bright scarlet, and sometimes a little of both is just the thing. There! how does that look?" continued Marion, as she put the last hair-pin in her back braids, gave an extra touch to the gleaming waves of her front hair, and straightened the narrow gold satin band which ran through them.
"Perfectly lovely!" enthusiastically cried Florence; "you"ve got it just high enough without being a bit too high, and those crimps are heavenly!