She began to clear away the supper dishes, for, though the others had eaten little, they had apparently finished. Out in the kitchen, she sang as she worked, and only a close observer would have detected a tremor in the sweet, untrained soprano. "Anyway," thought Rosemary, "I"ll put on the flat-irons."
The fire she had built would not go out for some hours. She had used coal ruinously in order to heat the oven for a special sort of tea-biscuit of which Grandmother was very fond. While the fire was going out, it would heat the irons, and then----
"One step forward whenever there is a foothold," she said to herself, "and trust to G.o.d for the next."
That night, as fortune would have it, Grandmother and Aunt Matilda elected to sit up late, solving a puzzle in _The Household Guardian_ for which a Mission rocker was offered as a prize. It was long past ten o"clock when they gave it up.
"I dunno," yawned Aunt Matilda, "as I"m partial to rockers."
"Leastways," continued Grandmother, rising to put her spectacles on the mantel, "to the kind they give missionaries. I"ve seen the things they send missionaries more"n once, in my time."
[Sidenote: More than One Way]
By eleven, the household slept, except Rosemary. As silently as a ghost, she made her way to the attic, brought down the clean white muslin, and, with irons scarcely hot enough, pressed it into some semblance of freshness. She hung it in her closet, under the brown alpaca of two seasons past, and went to sleep, peacefully.
Bright and early the next morning the Idea presented itself. Why not put on the white gown with one of the brown ones over it and take off the brown one when she got there? Mrs. Marsh would understand.
Rosemary laughed happily as she climbed out of bed. Surely there was more than one way of cheating Fate! That afternoon, while the others took their accustomed "forty winks," she brought down the faded pink ribbon that had been her mother"s. That night she discovered that neither of the brown ginghams would go over the white muslin, as they had shrunk when they were washed, but that the alpaca would. There was not even a bit of white showing beneath the skirt, as she had discovered by tilting her mirror perilously forward.
She was up early Sat.u.r.day morning, and baked and swept and dusted to such good purpose that, by three o"clock, there was nothing more that anyone could think of for her to do until it was time to get supper. She had put the white gown on under the alpaca when she dressed in the morning, as it was the only opportunity of which she was at all sure.
[Sidenote: Hung in the Balance]
Grandmother and Aunt Matilda were nodding in their chairs. The kitchen clock struck the half hour. Finally, Rosemary spoke.
"Is there anything either of you would like me to get at the store?"
"No," said Grandmother.
"No," echoed Aunt Matilda. Then she added: "Why? Were you thinkin" of goin" out?"
"I thought I would," said Rosemary, with a yawn, "if there was nothing more for me to do. It"s such a nice day, and I"d like a breath of fresh air."
For a moment, Fate hung in the balance, then Grandmother said, generously: "Go on, Rosemary, and get all the fresh air you want. You"ve worked better"n common to-day."
"I should think you"d be tired enough to stay home and rest," Aunt Matilda commented, fretfully, but the door had closed on the last word, and Rosemary was gone.
"But April"s sun strikes down the glades to-day; So shut your eyes upturned, and feel my kiss Creep, as the Spring now thrills through every spray Up your warm throat to your warm lips--"
[Sidenote: Rosemary Meets Edith]
The beautiful words sang themselves through her memory as she sped on.
She had forgotten about the guest for the moment, remembering with joy that almost hurt, the one word "Mother," and the greater, probable joy that overshadowed it. Of course he would be there! Why not, when he knew she was coming to tea--and when they had a guest, too? The girl"s heart beat tumultuously as she neared the house, for through it, in great tides, surged fear, and ecstasy--and love.
Madame herself opened the door. "Come in, dear!"
"Oh, Mrs. Marsh! Please, just a minute!"
"Mrs. Marsh again? I thought we were mother and daughter. Edith!" she called. Then, in the next moment, Rosemary found herself in the living-room, offering a rough, red hand to an exquisite creature who seemed a blurred ma.s.s of pale green and burnished gold, redolent of violets, and who murmured, in a beautifully modulated contralto: "How do you do, Miss Starr! I am very glad to meet you."
The consciousness of the white gown underneath filled Rosemary"s eyes with tears of mortification, which Madame hastened to explain. "It"s raw and cold still," she said, "in spite of the calendar. These keen Spring winds make one"s eyes water. Here, my dear, have a cup of tea."
[Sidenote: An Uncomfortable Afternoon]
Rosemary took the cup with hands that trembled, and, while she sipped the amber fragrance of it, struggled hard for self-possession. Madame ignored her for the moment and chatted pleasantly with Edith. Then Alden came in and shook hands kindly with Rosemary, though he had been secretly annoyed when he learned she was coming. Afterward, he had a bad quarter of an hour with himself while he endeavoured to find out why. At last he had shifted the blame to Edith, deciding that she would think Rosemary awkward and countrified, and that it would not be pleasant for him to stand by and see it.
However, the most carping critic could have found no fault with Edith"s manner. If she felt any superiority, she did not show it. She accorded to Rosemary the same perfect courtesy she showed Madame, and, apparently, failed to notice that the girl had not spoken since the moment of introduction.
She confined the conversation wholly to things Rosemary must have been familiar with--the country, the cool winds that sometimes came when one thought it was almost Summer, the perfect blend of Madame"s tea, the quaint Chinese pot, and the bad manners of the canary, who seemed to take a fiendish delight in scattering the seed that was given him to eat.
[Sidenote: Looking into the Crystal Ball]
Rosemary merely sat in the corner, tried to smile, and said, as required, "Yes," or "No." Alden, pitying her from the depths of his heart and yet secretly ashamed, tried unsuccessfully, now and then, to draw her into the conversation.
Edith drained her cup, affected disappointment at finding no stray leaves by which she might divine the future, then went to Rosemary, and took the empty cup which she sat holding with pathetic awkwardness.
"You have none, either, Miss Starr," she said, sweetly. "Suppose we try the crystal ball? I"ve been wanting to do it ever since I came, but was afraid to venture, alone."
Rosemary, her senses whirling, followed her over to the table, where the ball lay on its bit of black velvet.
"How do you do it?" asked Edith, of Madame.
"Just get into a good light, shade your eyes, and look in."
"That"s easy," Edith said. She bent over the table, shaded her eyes with her white, beautifully-kept hands, and peered into the crystalline depths. "There"s nothing here," she continued, somewhat fretfully, to Alden, "except you. By some trick of reflection, I could see you as plainly as though it were a mirror. You try, Miss Starr."
Madame"s heart contracted suddenly as she remembered the day she had looked into the crystal ball, and had seen not only Alden, but a woman with flaming red hair, clasped closely in his arms. "It"s all nonsense,"
she tried to say, but her stiff lips would not move.
[Sidenote: A Black Cloud]
Rosemary left the table and went back to her corner. "What did you see?"
queried Edith. "Did you have any better luck than I did?"
"No," Rosemary answered, with a degree more of self-possession than she had shown previously. "There was nothing there but a black cloud."
The task of keeping up the conversation fell to Edith and Alden, for Madame had unconsciously withdrawn into herself as some small animals shut themselves into their sh.e.l.ls. All were relieved, though insensibly, when Rosemary said she must go.
Alden went into the hall with her, to help her with her coat and hat, and, as opportunity offered, to kiss her twice, shyly, on her cheek. He wanted to go part way home with her, but Rosemary refused.
"You"d better not," she said, "but thank you just as much."
"Won"t you even let me go to the corner with you?"
"No," said Rosemary, with trembling lips, "please don"t."
So she went on alone, while Alden returned to the living-room. Edith was saying to Madame: "Poor little brown mouse! How one longs to take a girl like that and give her all the pretty things she needs!"
[Sidenote: Edith"s Desire for Rosemary]