CHAPTER XV
THE FLEDGLING"S FLIGHT
PHBE found the packing of her trunk a task not altogether without pain.
As she gathered her few treasures from her room a feeling of desolation seemed to pervade the place. Going away from home for the first long stay, however bright the new place of sojourn, brings to most hearts an undercurrent of sadness.
She smiled a bit wistfully at her few treasures--her books, an old picture of her mother, the little Testament Aunt Maria gave her to read, the few trinkets her school friends had given her from time to time, a little kodak picture of Mother Bab and David in the flower garden.
At last the dreary task was done, the trunk strapped, and she was ready for the journey. It was a perfect September day when she left the gray farmhouse, drove in the country road and stood with her father, Aunt Maria, Mother Bab, David and Phares at the railroad station in Greenwald and waited for the noon train to Philadelphia.
Jacob Metz and the preacher made brave, though visible, efforts to be cheerful; Maria Metz made no effort to be anything except very greatly worried and anxious; but Mother Bab and David were determined that the girl"s departure was to be nothing less than pleasant.
"Now be sure, Phbe," said Aunt Maria for the tenth time, "to ask the conductor at Reading if that train is for Phildelphy before you get on, and at Phildelphy you wait till Miss Lee fetches you."
"Yes, Aunt Maria, I"ll be careful."
"And don"t lose your trunk check--David, did you give it to her for sure?"
"Yes. She"ll hold on to it, don"t you worry."
"Phbe will be all right," said Mother Bab.
"And," said David teasingly, "be sure to let me know when you need that beet juice and cream and flour."
"Davie! Now for that I won"t write to you!"
"Yes you will!" His eyes looked so long into hers that she said confusedly, "Ach, I"ll write. Mind that you take good care of Mother Bab and stop in sometimes to see how Aunt Maria and daddy are getting on without me."
"Ach, we"ll be all right," said Aunt Maria. "Just you take care of yourself so far away from home. And if you get homesick you come right home. Anyway, you come home soon to see us; and be sure to write every week still."
"Yes, yes!"
A shrill whistle announced the approach of the train. There were hurried kisses and good-byes, a handshake for the preacher and, last of all, a handshake for David. He held her hand so long that she cried out, "David, you"ll make me miss the train!"
"No--good-bye."
"Good-bye, David." Then she tugged at her hand and in a moment was hurrying to the train.
There were few pa.s.sengers that day, so the train made a short stop.
Phbe smiled as the train started, leaned forward and waved till the familiar group was lost to her view, then she settled herself with a brave little smile and looked at the well-known fields and meadows she was pa.s.sing. The trees on Cemetery Hill were silhouetted against the blue sky just as she had seen them many times in her walks about the country.
But soon the old landmarks disappeared and unknown fields lay about her.
Crude rail fences divided acres of rustling corn from orchards whose trees were laden with red apples or downy peaches. Occasionally flocks of startled birds rose from fields freshly plowed for the fall sowing of wheat. Huge red barns and s.p.a.cious open tobacco sheds, hung with drying tobacco, gave evidence of the prosperity of the farmers of that section.
Little schoolhouses were dotted here and there along the road. Flowers bloomed by the wayside and in them Phbe was especially interested.
Goldenrod in such great profusion that it seemed the very sunshine of the skies was imprisoned in flower form, stag-horn sumac with its grape-like cl.u.s.ters of red adding brilliancy to the landscape--everywhere was manifest the dawn of autumnal glory, the splendor that foreruns decay, the beauty that is but the first step in nature"s transition from blossom and harvest to mystery and sleep.
Every two or three miles the train stopped at little stations and then Phbe leaned from her window to see the beautiful stretches of country.
At one flag station the train was signalled and came to a stop. Just outside Phbe"s window stood a tall farmer. He rubbed his fingers through his hair and stared curiously at the train.
"Step lively," shouted the trainman.
But the farmer shook his head. "Ach, I don"t want on your train! I expected some folks from Lit.i.tz and thought they"d be on this here train. Didn"t none get on----"
But the angry trainman had heard enough. He pulled the cord and the train started, leaving the old man alone, his eyes scanning the moving cars.
Phbe laughed. "We Pennsylvania Dutch do funny things! I wonder if I"ll seem strange and foolish to the people I shall meet in the great city."
At Reading she obeyed Aunt Maria"s injunction and boarded the proper train. The ride along the winding Schuylkill was thoroughly enjoyed by the country girl, but the picture changed when the country was left behind, suburban Philadelphia pa.s.sed, and the train entered the crowded heart of the city. They pa.s.sed close to dark houses grimy with the acc.u.mulated smoke of many pa.s.sing locomotives. Great factories loomed before the train, factories where girls looked up for a moment at the whirring cars and turned again to the grinding life of loom or machine.
The sight disheartened Phbe. Was life in the city like that for some girls? How dreadful to be shut up in a factory while outdoors the whole panorama of the seasons moved on! She would miss the fields and woods but she would make the sacrifice gladly if she might only see life, meet people and learn to sing. The thoughts awakened by the sight of the shut-in girls were not happy ones. She welcomed the call, "Reading Terminal, Philadelphia."
As she followed the stream of fellow pa.s.sengers and walked through the dim train shed to the exit her heart beat more quickly--she was really in Philadelphia! But the noise, the stream of people rushing from trains past other people rushing to trains, bewildered her. She saw the sea of faces beyond the iron gates and experienced for the first time the loneliness that comes to a traveler who enters a thronged depot and sees a host of people but enters unwelcomed and ungreeted.
However, the loneliness was momentary. The next minute she caught sight of Miss Lee. A wave of relief and happiness swept over her--she was in Philadelphia, the land of her heart"s desire!
CHAPTER XVI
PHBE"S DIARY
_September 15._
I"M in Philadelphia--really, truly! Phbe Metz, late of a gray farmhouse in Lancaster County, is sitting in a beautiful room of the Lee residence, Philadelphia.
What a lot of things I have to write in you, diary! I can scarcely find the beginning. Before I left home I thought about keeping a diary, how entertaining it would be to sit down when I"m old and gray and read the accounts of my first winter in the city. So I went to Greenwald and bought the fattest note-book I could find and I"m going to write in you all of my joys--let"s hope there won"t be any sorrows--and all of my pleasures and all about my impressions of places and people in this great, wonderful City of Brotherly Love. Of course, I"ll write letters home and to David and Mother Bab and some of the girls, but there are so many things one can"t tell others yet likes to remember. So you"ll have to be my safety valve, confidant and confessor.
When I left the train at Philadelphia I was bewildered and confused.
Such crowds I never saw, not even in Lancaster. Seemed like everybody in the city was coming from a train or running to one. I was glad to see Miss Lee. She"s the dearest person! I love her as much as I did when I went to her school on the hill. I"m as tall as she is now. She dresses beautifully. I thought my blue serge suit was lovely but her clothes are--well, I suppose you"d call them creations. I"m so glad I"m going to be near her all winter and can copy from her.
As I came through the gates at the depot she caught me and kissed me. I thought she was alone, but a moment later she turned to a tall man and introduced him, her cousin, Royal Lee, the musician. If Aunt Maria could see him she"d warn me again, as she did repeatedly, not to "leave that fiddlin" man get too friendly." He"s handsome. I never before met a man like him. His magnetic smile, his low voice attracted me right away.
After he piloted us through the crowded depot and into a taxicab Miss Lee began to ask me questions about Greenwald and the people she knows there. I felt rather timid, for I was conscious of the appraising eyes of her cousin. He didn"t stare at me, yet every time I glanced at him his eyes were searching my face. Does he think me very countrified, I wonder? I do have the red cheeks country girls are always credited with, but I"m glad I"m not "buxom." I"d hate to be fat!
I wish I could describe Royal Lee. He"s just as I pictured him, only more so. He has the lean, aesthetic face of the musician, the sensitive nostrils and thin lips denoting acute temperament. His eyes are gray.
As we rode through the streets of the city Miss Lee told me her mother would have me stay with them until we can find a suitable boarding place. To-morrow we"re going in search of one.
Taxicabs travel pretty fast. We skirted past curbs so that I almost held my breath and shot past trucks and other cars till I thought we"d surely land in the street. But we escaped safely and soon stopped at the Lee residence, a big, imposing brownstone house. It looks bare outside, no yard, no flowers. But inside it"s a lovely place, so inviting and attractive that I"d like to settle down for life in it.
Mrs. Lee is as charming as her daughter. She has been a semi-invalid for years, but even in her wheelchair she has the poise and manner of one well born. Her greeting was so cordial and gracious, but all I could answer was an inane, "Thank you, you are very kind." Will I ever learn to express my thoughts as charmingly as these people do, I wonder!
When Miss Lee took me up-stairs it was up a bare, polished stairway upon which I was half afraid to tread. And the room she took me to! I"ve heard about such rooms and read about them. Delft blue paper and rugs, white woodwork and furniture, blue hangings, white curtains--it"s a magazine-room turned to real!