"All right; in fact, I had forgotten all about it; but here"s Miss Christine."
Miss Christine came in with a comical smile on her face; but whatever may have been her opinion of the affair, she said nothing, and took everything just as it came. She was not so old but that she could enter heartily into the girls" fun and nonsense, and yet her presence was a restraint upon them, which, although unfelt, kept them from carrying their hilarity too far.
Mr. Berkley"s contribution to the box was certainly a very injudicious one, which the majority of parents would heartily condemn; and, as Marion had conjectured, his wife had supposed the bottles contained nothing more exciting than sweet cider. Fortunately, the unskilful manner in which they were opened sent more of their contents round the room than all that went into the gla.s.ses; so the amount consumed was really very small. At ten o"clock the party broke up, and I am inclined to think that for the rest of their lives those girls never forgot Marion"s Thanksgiving party.
CHAPTER XV.
MISS CHRISTINE GOES TO A PARTY.
Thanksgiving day pa.s.sed off very quietly, but nevertheless very pleasantly, at school. The little dissipation of the night previous had given such perfect satisfaction to all those who partic.i.p.ated in it, and they were the scholars who were generally the ringleaders in every scheme for fun and frolic, that they were all willing to maintain a most discreet behavior throughout the day. To be sure they entered into all the lively conversation of the dinner-table, and amused some of the younger ones afterwards with games and stories; but there was none of that general uproar and confusion that one would expect to see in a school full of all ages, when the whole day was fully understood to be at their disposal and they were released from any apparent restraint.
The quiet behavior of Marion and her set might have been readily attributed to the fact of Florence"s lameness, had that fact been known; it took the united energies and tact of the six to get her up and down stairs, and in and out of rooms so that her limping would not be noticed, or attention attracted to the sudden growth of one of her feet.
She bore the pain like a martyr, and managed to conceal her sufferings from the public, only giving vent to her feelings when she was perfectly sure of not being observed.
Of course Marion"s supper could not remain a secret, and she and the five whom she had honored with invitations were made to feel the scorn of some of the older scholars, who were not of the favored few.
Mutterings of discontent, contemptuous shrugs of the shoulders, and glances which were intended to be withering in the extreme, were levelled at the obnoxious six, who were highly entertained at the remarks and actions of some of the girls, and in various little ways added fuel to the flame.
Georgie Graham felt herself especially insulted, and did everything in her power to rouse her companions to a realizing sense of their injured dignity.
"Why, really, Georgie," said Mattie Denton, "I don"t see as there was anything so very dreadful in Marion"s asking the girls into her room.
She probably had those she wanted, and I don"t blame her. I"m sure you couldn"t expect she would invite _you_!"
"Expect she"d invite me!" retorted Georgie, with a scornful toss of her head; "she knew very well I wouldn"t have gone if she had."
"Oh, well," quietly replied Mattie, "I suppose, of course, that was the only reason she didn"t ask you."
"The idea of her having Rachel Drayton," continued Georgie, ignoring Mattie"s remark; "she has hardly treated her decently since she"s been here, and to start out all of a sudden, and be so _dreadfully_ intimate as to invite her into her room with a _select_ party of friends, is really too absurd--or would be if it wasn"t so easy to see what she is after!"
"See what she is after! Why, what in the world do you mean?" asked Mattie. "I don"t imagine she"s after anything."
"Oh, no! I suppose not," scornfully laughed Georgie, tossing her head still higher. "Of course not! you know the old saying, Mattie, "None so blind as those that won"t see.""
"What in the world do you mean, Georgie Graham? I don"t believe you know yourself!"
"Don"t I, though? Well, now, do you suppose that Marion Berkley, who holds her head so high, and doesn"t condescend to take any notice of us girls, would have whisked round all of a sudden, and been so very sweet on Rachel Drayton, if she hadn"t an object in view?"
"You certainly are the strangest creature I ever saw," indignantly replied Mattie. "As if Marion ever had been sweet on Rachel! No one but you would ever have thought of such a thing! I presume she invited her, because she is a friend of Flo"s."
"No such thing," replied Georgie, leaning across the table and speaking every word slowly and distinctly. "She invited her because she is an heiress, and Marion intends to toady round her until she gets into her good graces."
"I don"t believe it," flatly declared Mattie.
"She told me so herself."
"What! told you she meant to toady Rachel!--a likely story!"
"No, told me Rachel was an heiress."
"Well, suppose she is an heiress, what of that? You know perfectly well that Marion Berkley is not a girl to _toady_ any one, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself for saying so. I"m sure every one could see that she has not treated Rachel very cordially, and if she invited her into her room it was on Flo"s account, and I"m glad for one she showed her some kindness. No one but _you_ would ever have put a bad motive on such a simple action."
"Thank you, Mattie, for defending me," quietly remarked Marion herself, as she pa.s.sed through the library where the two girls were sitting, and went upstairs.
"There, Miss Graham, I hope you feel better now!" exclaimed Mattie, who was now thoroughly roused.
"Pooh! I don"t care; "listeners never hear any good of themselves;" she shouldn"t have been eaves-dropping."
"That sounds well, Georgie, I must say, coming from you," replied Mattie. "She was in the school-room, and goodness knows we talked loud enough. Next time you have any such agreeable insinuations to make against one of your school-mates, you"ll be kind enough to go to some one else;" and Mattie turned away indignantly, and left Georgie to her own reflections.
Finding that she had not been able to rouse any ill-will towards Marion in Mattie"s breast, and inwardly provoked with herself for having proclaimed Rachel to be an heiress,--a fact which for reasons of her own she would have preferred to have remain a secret,--she left the hall, and entered the drawing-room, where most of the girls were congregated, thinking perhaps that there would be a better field for her operations.
Poor Marion had been cut to the quick by Georgie"s remark; not on account of the source from which it came, but because she feared, that, through Georgie"s manoeuvring, it would become the general opinion of the scholars, and in her inmost heart Marion had hoped that she might not leave the school at the end of the year, without leaving behind her a better reputation than she had borne before.
She said nothing of this hope to any one, not even Florence, but had tried in many little things, princ.i.p.ally in her manner, to be more kind to those of her school-mates who were not in any way attractive to her.
Forgetful of the feelings of others as she so often appeared, she was herself extremely sensitive, and nothing could have annoyed her more than to be accused of toadying any one. She could not bear the idea of having such an imputation fastened upon her, and she secretly resolved that in the future she would treat Rachel Drayton with the same coldness and hauteur she had shown in the past. If she had only known that that was the very object at which Georgie was aiming!
She had been thinking all day of Aunt Bettie"s happiness, and the thought of it had greatly contributed to her own; but now all her peace of mind was quite destroyed. She knew the resolution she had made was unworthy of herself; but every time she tried to reason against it, the thought of how her conduct would be misrepresented if she should treat Rachel with kindness and consideration, as she had made up her mind the previous night she would do, proved too much for her sensitive pride, and she determined to hold firmly to her first resolution.
She knew it was miserably weak in her, to allow herself to be governed by fear of the misrepresentation of any one whom she held in such utter contempt as she did Georgie Graham; but she knew that the girl"s influence over some of the scholars was great, and though outwardly she appeared indifferent to whatever they might think of her, at heart she really longed for their good opinion.
A still, small voice whispered in her ear, that if she would only follow the dictates of her better nature she would certainly be worthy of their good opinion, and in the sight of One who not only sees, but understands, everything that pa.s.ses in our minds, she would be doing right. But she was not in a mood to listen to any such voice; she left the room, and running down to the parlor, seated herself at the piano, and for an hour played for the girls to dance, trying in that way to get rid of the unpleasant thoughts that would force themselves upon her.
"What do you think?" exclaimed Mattie Denton, going up to her almost out of breath, after a furious gallop; "Miss Christine is going to a party."
"A party!" exclaimed Marion; "when and where?"
"To-night, at Mrs. d.i.c.kenson"s; she has a family dinner-party, and a few friends are invited in the evening; of course I don"t suppose it"s a regular _party_, but quite an event for our Miss Christine."
"I should think as much," replied Marion. "I am so glad she"s going!
Wasn"t Miss Stiefbach invited?"
"Oh, yes, of course; but she declined. I suppose she thought it would never do to leave us alone."
"No, "while the cat"s away the mice _will_ play," you know."
"Yes, I should think the mice played a little last night," laughed Mattie.
"So they did; but then the cat was round. Come, I"ve played enough for these girls. I mean to ask Miss Christine to let me do her hair. You come with me, and I"ll give you some of the good things the mice _didn"t_ play with."
"O Marion!" wailed half-a-dozen girls; "aren"t you going to play any more?"
"No, I can"t. I"ve most banged my fingers off; ask Fannie."
"But she doesn"t play half as well as you do."