When the candidates stood lined up on the platform just before the votes were cast, Caroline Brinton looked shriveled and dried up beside the ample proportions of Margaret Wakefield, who beamed handsomely on her cla.s.smates and smiled so charmingly that in comparison there appeared to be no two ways about it.
"She"s the right one for president," Judy heard a girl say. "She looks like a queen bee beside little Carrie Brinton. And n.o.body could say she ran the election this time, either. Carrie has had the chance she wanted."
Molly was one of the nominees for secretary and, standing beside a nominee from the opposing side, she also shone in comparison.
When the votes were counted, it was found that Margaret and Molly had each won by a large majority, and Caroline Brinton was ignominiously defeated.
That night Jessie Lynch, who had not in the least minded being superseded as secretary by Molly, gave a supper party in honor of her chum"s re-election. Only Queen"s girls were there, except Mabel Hinton, and there was a good deal of fun at the expense of Caroline Brinton of Philadelphia.
"Poor thing," said Molly, "I couldn"t help feeling sorry for her."
"But why?" demanded Katherine. "She had the chance she wanted. She was nominated, but she was such a poor leader that her own forces wouldn"t stand by her at the crucial moment. Oh, but it was rich! What a lesson!
And how charming Margaret was! How courteous and polite through it all.
What a beautiful way to treat an enemy!"
"What a beautiful way to treat wrath, you mean," said her sister; "with "a soft answer.""
"It was as good as a play," laughed Judy. "I never enjoyed myself more in all my life."
But, somehow, Molly felt a little uncomfortable always when she recalled that election, although it was an honest, straightforward election, won by the force of oratory and personality, and so skillfully that the opposing side never knew it had been duped by a prearranged plan of four extremely clever young women.
CHAPTER IV.
A TEMPEST IN A TEAPOT.
"Do you think those little feet of yours will be able to carry you so far, Otoyo?" asked Molly anxiously, one Sat.u.r.day morning.
Otoyo gave one of her delightfully ingenuous smiles.
"My body is smally, too," she said. "The weight is not grandly."
"Not smally; just small, Otoyo," admonished Molly, who was now well launched in her tutoring of the little j.a.panese, and had almost broken her of her participial habits. But the adverbial habit appeared to grow as the participial habit vanished.
"And you won"t get too tired?" asked Judy.
"No, no, no," protested Otoyo, her voice rising with each no until it ended in a sweet high note like a bird"s. "You not know the j.a.panese when you say that. I have received training. You have heard of jiu jitsu? Some day Otoyo will teach beautiful young American lady some things."
"Yes, but the jiu jitsu doesn"t help you when you"re tired, does it?"
"Ah, but I shall not be tired. You will see. Otoyo"s feet great bigly."
She stuck out her funny stubby little feet for inspection and the girls all laughed. As a matter of fact, she was a st.u.r.dy little body and knew the secret of keeping her strength. She achieved marvels in her studies; was up with the dawn and the last person in the house to tumble into bed, but she was never tired, never cross and out of humor, and was always a model of cheerful politeness.
"Art ready?" asked Katherine Williams, appearing at the door in a natty brown corduroy walking suit.
"Can"st have the face to ask the question when we"ve been waiting for you ten minutes?" replied Judy.
It was a glorious September day when the walking club from Queen"s started on its first expedition. The rules of the club were few, very elastic and susceptible to changes. It met when it could, walked until it was tired and had no fixed object except that of resting the eyes from the printed page, relaxing the mind from its arduous labors and accelerating the circulation. Anyone who wanted to invite a guest could, and those who wished to remain at home were not bound to go.
"Did anybody decide where we were going?" asked Molly.
"Yes, I did," announced Margaret. "k.n.o.b Ledge is our destination. It"s the highest point in Wellington County and commands a most wonderful view of the surrounding country-side----"
"Dear me, you sound like a guide book, Margaret," put in Judy.
"Professor Green is the guide book," answered Margaret. "He told me about it. You know he is the only real walker at Wellington. Twenty miles is nothing to him and k.n.o.b Ledge is one of his favorite trips."
"I hope that isn"t twenty miles," said Jessie anxiously.
"Oh, no, it"s barely six by the short way and ten by the road. We shall go by the short way."
"Isn"t Molly lovely to-day?" whispered Nance to Judy, after the walking expedition had crossed the campus and started on its way in good earnest.
Molly was a picture in an old gray skirt and a long sweater and tam of "Wellington blue," knitted by one of her devoted sisters during the summer.
"She"s a dream," exclaimed Judy with loyal enthusiasm. "She glorifies everything she wears. Just an ordinary blue tam o"shanter, exactly the same shape and color that a hundred other Wellington girls wear, looks like a halo on a saint"s head when she wears it."
"It"s her auburn hair that"s the halo," said Nance.
"And her heavenly blue eyes that are saint"s eyes," finished Judy.
Molly, all unconscious of the admiration of her friends, walked steadily along between Otoyo and Jessie, a package of sandwiches in one hand and a long staff, picked up on the road, in the other.
They were not exactly out for adventure that day, being simply a jolly party of girls off in the woods to enjoy the last sunny days in September, and they were not prepared for all the excitements which greeted them on the way.
Scarcely had they left the path along the bank of the lake and skirted the foot of "Round Head," at the top of which Molly and her two chums had once met Professor Green and his brother, when Margaret Wakefield, well in advance of the others, gave a wild scream and rushed madly back into their midst. Trotting sedately after her came an amiable looking cow. The creature paused when she saw the girls, emitted the bovine call of the cow-mother separated from her only child, turned and trotted slowly back.
"Why, Margaret, I didn"t know you were such a coward," began Jessie reproachfully.
"Coward, indeed," answered the other indignantly. "I don"t believe Queen Boadicea herself in a red sweater would have pa.s.sed that animal. Listen to the creature. She"s begun mooing like a foghorn. I suppose she held me personally responsible for her loss. Anyhow, she began chasing me and I wasn"t going to be gored to death in the flower of my youth."
There was no arguing this fact, and several daring spirits, creeping along the path until it curved around the hill, hid behind a clump of trees and took in the prospect. There stood the cow with ears erect and quivering nostrils. She had a suspicious look in her l.u.s.trous eyes and at intervals she let out a deep bellow that had a hint of disaster in it for all who pa.s.sed that way.
The brave spirits went back again.
"What are we to do?" exclaimed Katherine. "If it got out in college that an old cow kept ten soph.o.m.ores from having a picnic, we"d never hear the last of it."
"Unless we behave like Indian scouts and creep along one at a time, I don"t see what we are to do," said Molly. "If we went further up the hill, she"d see us just the same and if we crossed the brook and took to the meadow, we"d get stuck in the swamp."
"Suppose we make a run for it," suggested Judy with high courage. "Just dash past until we reach that group of trees over there."
"Not me," exclaimed Jessie, shaking her head vigorously. "Excuse me, if you please."
There was another conference in low voices behind the protecting clump of alder bushes. At last the cow began to ease her mental suffering by nibbling at the damp green turf on the bank of the little brook.