"But you see you are mistaken there, Georgie; it was you who seemed to have such a high opinion of me. You know I didn"t claim the greatness,--it was "thrust upon me;"" and Marion, satisfied with that shaft, turned on her heel, and opening the front door went out on to the piazza, followed by Sarah, who had been a silent but appreciative witness of the scene.
Georgie Graham shut her teeth, muttering in anything but her usual soft tones, and with an expression in her eyes which was anything but pleasant to see, "Oh, how I hate you! But I"ll be even with you yet!"
The shower which had so disconcerted the whole school was evidently clearing off, and there was every prospect that the proposed plan of walking to Aunt Bettie"s directly after dinner might be carried into execution.
Aunt Bettie, as all the school-girls called her, was a farmer"s wife, who supplied the school with eggs, b.u.t.ter, and cheese, and during the summer with fresh vegetables and berries.
She lived about two or three miles from the school, on the same road, and the girls often went to see her. She was fond of them all, although she had her favorites, among whom was Marion; and she always kept a good supply of doughnuts, for which she was quite famous, on hand for them whenever they might come.
The sun kept his promise, and before dinner-time the girls were all out on the piazza, getting up an appet.i.te they said, although that was not often wanting with any of them.
The party for Aunt Bettie"s numbered eight,--Rose May and Fannie Thayer having begged Marion to ask permission for them to go,--and they all set out for their walk in high spirits. Although Marion treated Rachel with a certain degree of politeness, she never spoke to her unless it was absolutely necessary, and then always addressed her as Miss Drayton, although every other girl in school had, by this time, become accustomed to familiarly call her Rachel. Florence had done everything in her power to draw Marion into their conversation at table, but seeing that she was determined not to change her manner, she thought it best to take no more notice of it, as by doing so it only made it the more apparent to Rachel that Marion had no intention of becoming better acquainted with her.
Rachel had been there but a short time, and already Marion began to feel that Florence was turning from her for a new friend. This was not really the case, and Florence, who knew Marion"s feelings, was secretly very much troubled.
She loved Marion as deeply and truly as ever; but she could not turn away from that motherless girl, between whom and herself an instinctive sympathy seem to have been established, arising from the loss which they had each felt, and which naturally drew them closer to each other.
Florence had never known her mother, but the loss was none the less great to her; she felt that there was a place in the heart that none but a mother"s love could ever have filled, and no matter how bright and happy she might feel, there was at times a sense of utter loneliness about her which she found hard to dispel.
Rachel seemed to turn to her as her only friend among that crowd of strangers, and she could not refuse to give her her friendship in return, even at the risk of seeing Marion for a time estranged from her; for she trusted to Marion"s better nature, hoping that in the future she would not be misjudged, and that all might be made pleasant and happy again.
And so to-day for the first time since they had been to school together, Florence and Marion were taking their Sat.u.r.day afternoon walk with separate companions. Marion had Rose May by the hand, while she told Sarah Brown to take care of little Fannie. Florence and Rachel were directly in front of her, and she knew that they would have been happy to have had her join in their conversation. In fact, they spoke so that she could hear every word they said; but she occupied herself by telling Rose a story of such remarkable length and interest as to perfectly enchant the child, who exclaimed as they reached the farm-house, "O Marion, you do tell the best stories; I really think you _ought_ to write a book!" Marion laughed, but had no chance to answer, for at that moment the door opened and Aunt Bettie appeared upon the threshold.
"Wall, gals, I be glad to see ye; this is a sight good for old eyes!"
"Did you expect us, auntie?" asked Marion.
"Spect yer, child! why, I been a-lookin" for yer these three Sat.u.r.days past! What you been a-doin" that"s kept yer so long?"
"Well, nothing in particular; but you see the term has only just begun, and we"ve hardly got settled."
"Oh, yes, honey, I know; I haint laid it up agin yer. But who"s this new one?--yer haint introduced me."
As Marion showed no inclination to perform the ceremony Florence presented Rachel, remarking that she was a new scholar from the West.
But Aunt Bettie"s keen eyes took in at a glance the deep mourning apparel, and her kind heart at once divined its cause; and she exclaimed with great heartiness as she took Rachel"s hands in her own rough palms, "Wall, child, you couldn"t "a come to a better place than Miss Stiffback"s, and you couldn"t "a got in with a better lot o" girls; take em as they come, they"re about as good a set as I knows on!"
"O Aunt Bettie!" exclaimed Florence; "flattering, as I live! I wouldn"t have believed it of you."
"Not a bit of it, child; just plain speakin", a thing that never hurt anybody yet, according to my notion. But come in, gals; come in, you must be tired after your long walk, and the tin box is most a-bustin"
its sides, I crammed it so full."
The girls laughed, for they all knew what the tin box contained, and were only too ready to be called upon to empty it.
They all seated themselves in the large, old-fashioned kitchen, with its low ceiling and tremendous open fireplace, surmounted by a narrow shelf, on which was displayed a huge Bible, and a china shepherdess in a green skirt and pink bodice, smiling tenderly over two gla.s.s lamps and a Britannia teapot, at a china shepherd in a yellow jacket and sky-blue smalls; being, I suppose, exact representations of the sheep-tenders of that part of the country.
Aunt Bettie bustled in and out of the huge pantry, bringing out a large tin box filled to the top with delicious brown, spicy doughnuts, and a large earthen pitcher of new milk.
"There, gals," as she put a tray of tumblers on the table, "jest help yerselves, and the more yer eat, why the better I shall be suited."
"Suppose we should go through the box and not leave any for Jabe; what should you say to that?" asked Marion.
"Never you mind Jabe; trust him for getting his fill. Eat all yer want, and then stuff the rest in yer pockets."
"Oh, that wouldn"t do at all!" exclaimed Marion; "you don"t know what a fuss we had about those Julia Thayer carried home last year! Miss Stiefbach didn"t like it at all; she said it was bad enough bringing boxes from home, but going round the neighborhood picking up cake was disgraceful. She never knew exactly who took them to school, for Julia kept mum; but I don"t think it would do to try it again."
"Wall, I think that was too bad of Miss Stiffback; she knows nothin"
pleases me so much as to have you come here and eat my doughnuts, and if you choose to carry some on "em to school, what harm did it do? She ought to remember that she was a gal once herself."
"Oh, mercy! auntie, I don"t believe she ever was," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Marion. "She was born Miss Stiefbach, and I wouldn"t be at all surprised if she wore the same stiff dresses, and had the same I"m-a-little-better-than-any-body-else look when she was a baby."
"Wall, child, she"s a good woman after all. You know there aint any of us perfect; we all hev our faults; if it aint one thing it"s another; it"s pretty much the same the world over."
"You do make the best doughnuts, Aunt Bettie, _I_ ever eat," declared Fannie Thayer, who was leaning with both elbows on the table, a piece of a doughnut in one hand, and a whole one in the other as a reserve force.
"Wall, child, I ginerally kalkerlate I ken match any one going on doughnuts; but "t seemed to me these weren"t "s good as common. I had something on my mind that worrited me when I was mixin" "em, and I "spose I wasn"t quite as keerful as usual."
"If _you_ don"t call these good, _I_ do!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Miss Fannie. "Why, I just wish you could have seen some Julia made last summer. She took a cooking-fit, and tried most everything; mother said she wasted more eggs and b.u.t.ter than she was worth, and her _doughnuts_!--Ugh! heavy, greasy things!"
"She must "a let "em soak fat!" exclaimed Aunt Bettie, who was always interested in the cookery question; "that"s the great trouble with doughnuts; some folks think everything"s in the mixin", but I say more"n half depends on the fryin". You must hev yer fat hot, and stand over "em all the time. I allers watch mine pretty close and turn "em offen with a fork, and then I hev a cullender ready to put "em right in so"t the fat ken dreen off. I find it pays t" be pertickeler;" and Aunt Bettie smoothed her ap.r.o.n, and leaned back in her chair with the air of one who had said something of benefit to mankind in general.
"But where is Julia?" she asked after a short pause. "Why didn"t she come?"
"Oh, I forgot!" exclaimed Fannie; "she sent her love to you, and told me to tell you not to let us eat up all your doughnuts this time, because she"ll be up before long and want some. She had a sore throat, and Miss Stiefbach thought she had better not go out."
"I"m sorry for that," replied Aunt Bettie; "I hope she aint a-goin" to be sick."
"Oh, no, it aint very bad. Julia thinks it"s nothing but cankers; she often has them."
"Wall, it"s always best to be on the safe side, any way," said Aunt Bettie; "you tell her she needn"t be afraid about the doughnuts; I"ll have a fresh batch ready agin the time she comes."
The business of eating and drinking so occupied the girls" attention, that they did not enter into conversation as readily as usual; and after the first flush of excitement at meeting her young friends and dispensing her hospitality was over, Aunt Bettie, too, subsided into a quiet, subdued manner, which was quite foreign to her usual brisk talkativeness.
She sat in her high-backed rocking-chair, looking at the girls over her silver-bowed spectacles, with a sad, musing expression, as if the sight of them called up some unhappy thought.
This unusual restraint on the part of their hostess communicated itself in a certain degree to her visitors, though they did not themselves remark the cause of their silence, and their visit was made shorter than usual.
It was Marion who first made the move to go; and although Aunt Bettie pressed them to remain she did not urge it with her accustomed eagerness.
They had got just beyond the bend of the road which hid the old farm-house from view, when Marion exclaimed, "You run on, Rose, with the others; I believe I left my gloves on the table; don"t wait for me, I"ll catch up with you;" and before Rose could beg to go back with her, she had turned round and ran off up the road. She ran quickly, but noiselessly along, and was back to the farm-house in a few moments, and was surprised to find Aunt Bettie sitting on the door-step with her head buried in her hands. Going up to her, she found her weeping as if her heart would break.
"Aunt Bettie!" she said, in her gentlest tones, "Aunt Bettie! It"s only Marion. What is the matter? I thought you seemed worried about something, and came back to see if I couldn"t help you; can"t I?"
"Oh, dear!" sobbed the poor woman. "It may be dreadful wicked of me, but the sight of you young things, all lookin" so bright and happy, did make me feel awful bad, for I couldn"t help thinking o" my own darter Jemimy."
"Why, what is the matter with her, auntie? Where is she?"
"The Lord knows, dear, I don"t. Not a blessed word hev I heerd from her it"s going on eight weeks. I"ve writ, and Jabe he"s writ, but we haint had a sign of an answer, and I"m afraid she"s dead, or perhaps wus;" and the poor woman rocked herself back and forth, completely overcome by her grief.
"But, auntie," said Marion, laying her hand gently on the good woman"s shoulder, "don"t you see there are forty things that might have happened to prevent your hearing from her? You know a girl that lives out can"t always find time to write as often as she would like. Besides, she may have got a new place, and in that case might not have received your letters."