"I"m only a beginner," said Vivian, standing on her feet once more, and speaking to Marjorie and Kitty. "I"ve had quite a good deal of training, and now I"m on the programme afternoons twice a week. Next year I"ll be on every afternoon."
"Do you like it?" asked Kitty, fascinated by this strange child. Vivian was a pretty little girl, and she wore a garment of pink muslin, shaped like children"s rompers. She wore pink stockings and pink kid sandals, and her golden hair was short, and curled all over her little head.
"Yes, I like it," replied Vivian, but a wistful look came into her blue eyes. Gently, almost timidly, she touched Marjorie"s pretty coat and straw hat with her slender little fingers. "I like it,--but I think I"d rather be a little home-girl like you."
"Cora, send those children away," said the mother, sharply. "They upset Vivian completely when she sees them."
"I like to see them," said Vivian, and she sat down between Kitty and Midget. "I like to see your pretty dresses, and real shoes and stockings.
Do you go to school?"
Marjorie felt strangely drawn to this little girl who seemed so to want the privacy of a home life. She spoke to her very gently. "Yes, Vivian, we all go to school,--though I don"t go to a regular school, do you?"
"No, I don"t. Mother and Cora say they"ll teach me every day, while we"re on the road, but they never get time. And I have to practise a great deal."
Marjorie looked around for a piano, and then suddenly realized that Vivian meant she must practise her gymnastic exercises.
"Come, Miss Marjorie, we must be going," said Pompton, who felt moved himself by the pathetic face of the little circus girl.
"Well, perhaps you"d better go now," said Cora, who had received imperative glances from her mother. "But we"ve enjoyed seeing you, and we thank you for your call."
Mademoiselle Cora had very polite manners, but she seemed to be under the rule of her mother, and it was with evident reluctance that she bade the visitors good-bye.
"I"ll give you my picture," said Vivian to Marjorie, as they parted, "because I want you to remember me. I would like to have your picture, but Mother won"t let me have little girls" photographs. She thinks it makes me feel envious to see pictures of little home-girls."
"Well, I"ll give you something to remember me by," said Marjorie, impulsively, and she took from her neck a string of blue beads, and clasped it round Vivian"s throat.
"Oh, thank you," said Vivian, with sparkling eyes. "I shall wear them always, and love them because you gave them to me. Good-bye, dear, _dear_ little home-girl!"
The tears came into Marjorie"s eyes at the tremor in Vivian"s voice, and she kissed her affectionately, and then bidding good-bye to Mademoiselle Cora they followed Pompton out of the tent.
They were all rather silent as they trudged along to the trolley-car, and then Kitty said slowly, "Isn"t it awful to be like that? I suppose she never has any home-life at all."
"Of course she hasn"t, Miss Kitty, as she has no home," said Pompton; "it"s wicked to put a child like that in a circus, it certainly is! She"s a sweet little girl, and her sister is a fine young lady, too."
"The mother is horrid," said King. "She was awful cross about our being there."
"Well," said Kitty, who sometimes saw deeper than the rest, "you mustn"t blame her too much. Couldn"t you see she didn"t want us there, because just the sight of happy home-children makes little Vivian feel sorry that she has to live in a circus?"
"Yes, that was it," said Marjorie. "I suppose they haven"t any other way to earn their living."
The children could scarcely wait to get home to tell their parents of this wonderful experience.
They found Mr. and Mrs. Maynard waiting for them at the hotel, and wondering a little because they were late.
"Oh," cried Marjorie, flinging herself into her mother"s arms, "we"ve had a most "stonishing time! We visited a little circus girl in her own tent, and here"s her picture!"
Marjorie held up to her mother"s amazed view the picture of little Vivian. It was taken in stage costume, and represented Vivian in one of her clever acrobatic feats. Her pretty child-face wore a sweet smile, and the whole effect of the photograph was dainty and graceful. Across a corner was scrawled the word "Vivian" in large, childish letters.
"Did you buy this?" asked Mrs. Maynard, knowing that circus performers often sold their photographs.
"Oh, no, indeed, Mother; she gave it to me. And what do you think, Mother? The poor little thing has to live in a tent, and she wants to live in a home! And it made her awful sad to see us, "cause we have a home, and we can wear regular dresses and shoes, and she has to wear queer bloomer things,--and sandals on her feet!"
"But I don"t understand, Marjorie," said Mrs. Maynard. "How do you know all this? Did you talk with the child?"
"Oh, yes, Mother; we went in her tent, and saw her mother and sister. I don"t think they mind being in the circus so much. But Vivian feels just awful about it! And she"s such a sweet little thing; and, Mother, I have the loveliest plan! Don"t you think it would be nice for us to "dopt her, and let her live with us?"
"Midget, what are you talking about?" and Mrs. Maynard"s face showed so plainly her dissent to the proposition that Marjorie jumped out of her lap, and ran across to her father, in the hope of better success.
"Now, Father," she said as she threw her arms around his neck, and drew his arms around her; "do please pay "tention to my plan! You know we ought to do some good in this world, and what _could_ be better than rescuing a poor little sad circus girl, and letting her live in our own happy home with us? It wouldn"t cost much,--she could have half of my clothes, and half of Kitty"s,--we could each get along with half, I know.
And we could both eat less,--that is, I could,--I don"t know about Kit.
But anyway, Father, won"t you think about it?"
"Yes, dear," said Mr. Maynard, looking fondly at his impetuous daughter; "I"ll think about it right now,--and I"ll express my thoughts aloud, as I think them. I think, first, that you"re a generous and kind-hearted little girl to want to give this poor child a home. And I think next, that having made your suggestion, you must leave it to Mother and me to decide the matter. And our decision is that four children are quite enough for this family, and we don"t want to adopt any more! Besides this, Marjorie, it is far from likely that the little girl would be allowed to come to us. She is being trained for her profession, and though I feel sorry that the child is not happy, yet she is with her own people, and they are responsible for the shaping of her life and career.
Just now, you are carried away by sympathy for the little girl, and I don"t blame you at all, for it is a sad case. But you must trust your father"s judgment, when he tells you that he does not think it wise to follow out your suggestion."
Marjorie looked disappointed, but she well knew that when her father talked thus seriously, there was no use in pursuing the subject; so she only said, "All right, Father; I know you know best. But it does seem too bad for Vivian not to have any home pleasures, when I have so many!"
"It does seem too bad, Marjorie, but since you can"t help her in any way, turn your thoughts to feeling glad and grateful that you yourself have a happy home, and can wear b.u.t.ton boots."
Marjorie laughed at her father"s last words, but she knew that "b.u.t.ton boots" stood for the civilized dress of the home-child, as contrasted with the stage trappings of the little Vivian.
So she put the photograph away among her treasures, and often looked at it, and wondered if Vivian still longed for the sort of happy home-life that meant so much to Marjorie.
CHAPTER XVIII
IN BOSTON
The next day the Maynards started for Boston. That is, their destination was Boston, but Mr. and Mrs. Maynard had decided to go by very short stages, and stop several times on the way.
And so they spent one night at New London, two or three more at Newport and Narragansett Pier, and so on to Boston.
It was too early in the season for the summer crowds at the watering places, but though the gay life was absent, they enjoyed their stay at each place.
It was all so novel to the children that the days pa.s.sed like a swiftly moving panorama, and they went from one scene to another, always sure of experiencing some new pleasure.
One warm and pleasant afternoon the big car swung into Boston, and deposited its occupants at a pleasant hotel on a broad and beautiful avenue.
As Mr. Maynard registered at the office, the clerk handed him a budget of mail. It was not unusual for him to find letters awaiting him at the various hotels, but this time there were also four post-cards for the children.
"Who can have written to us?" exclaimed Marjorie, as she took hers. "I don"t know this hand-writing; I"m sure I never saw it before."
She turned the card over, and saw a picture of the State House, one of Boston"s princ.i.p.al places of interest. Beneath the picture was written: