Dr. Llewellyn advanced to meet the guests, one arm still encircling his ward, the other extended to take Mrs. Harold"s hand as he said:
"This is a great pleasure, madam. To judge by my little girl"s face she has found a congenial companion. I am more than delighted to meet both aunt and niece."
"And we are ALMOST the same age! Isn"t that lovely!" cried Polly.
Dr. Llewellyn exchanged a significant glance with Mrs. Harold, then asked:
"Have you imparted your peculiar power to your niece, Mrs. Harold?"
Mrs. Harold looked mystified. "I am afraid I don"t quite understand,"
she smiled.
"Your chaplain at the Academy is an old friend of mine. We occasionally hobn.o.b over the chess board and a modest gla.s.s of wine. I hear of things beyond Round Bay and Severndale; I am interested in that gathering of young men in the Academy and often ask questions. The chaplain is deeply concerned for their welfare and has told me many things, among others something of a certain lady to whom they are devoted and who has a remarkable influence over them. It has interested me, too, for they are at the most impressionable, susceptible period of their lives and a wise influence can do much for them. I am glad to meet "The Little Mother of Middies" Haven.""
Dr. Llewellyn"s eyes twinkled as he spoke. Mrs. Harold blushed like a girl as she asked:
"Have my sins found me out?"
"It is a pity we could not find all "sins" as salutary. I may be a retired old clergyman, with no greater responsibilities upon my shoulders than keeping one unruly little girl within bounds," he added, giving a tweak to Peggy"s curls, "and looking after her father"s estate-- I tutored HIM when he was a lad--but I hear echoes of the doings of the outer world now and again. Yes--yes, now and again, and when they are cheering echoes I rejoice greatly. But let us be seated and hear the wonderful news which will cause an explosion presently unless the safety-valves are opened," he concluded, placing chairs for Mrs. Harold and Polly with courtly grace.
They talked for an hour and at its end Dr. Llewellyn and Mrs. Harold had settled upon a plan which caused Peggy and Polly to nearly prance for joy.
Mrs. Harold was to talk it over with Captain Pennell and phone out to Severndale the next morning, and if all went well, Peggy would go to Annapolis to take up certain branches of the work with Polly, and in the intervening mornings continue her work with Dr. Llewellyn, and Polly in return would spend three afternoons with her.
Star was hired then and there for the winter, but would live at Severndale until Polly"s horse-WOMAN-ship was a little more to be relied upon.
Before Mrs. Harold and Polly realized where the afternoon had gone it was time to return to Annapolis. They were driven to the station by Jess, Peggy and Dr. Llewellyn riding beside the carriage on Shashai and Dr. Claudius, Dr. Llewellyn"s big dapple-gray hunter, for the old clergyman was an aristocrat to his fingertips and lived the life of his Maryland forebears, at seventy sitting his horse as he had done in early manhood, and even occasionally following the hounds. It was a pretty sight to see him and Peggy ride, his great horse making its powerful strides, while Shashai flitted along like a swallow, full of all manner of little conceits and pranks though absolutely obedient to Peggy"s low- spoken words, or knee-pressure, for the bridle rein was a quite superfluous adjunct to her riding gear, and she would have ridden without a saddle but for conventionalities.
They bade their guests good-bye at the little station, and rode slowly back to Severndale in the golden glow of the late afternoon, Peggy talking incessantly and the good doctor occasionally asking a question or telling her something of the world over in the Academy of which she knew so little, but of which fate seemed to have ordained she should soon know much more.
There was a quiet little talk up in Middies" Haven that evening, and Captain Pennell learned from Mrs. Harold of the little girl up at Round Bay. He was not only willing to accept Peggy as a second pupil, but delighted to welcome the addition to his "Co-ed Inst.i.tution" as he called it. He had grown very fond of his pupil in the brief time she had worked with him, but felt sure that a little compet.i.tion would lend zest to the work. He was deeply interested in the novel plan and wished his pupil to give her old chum and schoolmate a lively contest. Moreover, he was a lonely man whom ill-health and sorrow had left little to expect from life. His wife and only daughter had died in Guam soon after the end of the Spanish war, in which he had received the wound which had incapacitated him for service and forced him to retire in what should have been the prime of life. Since that hour he had lived only to kill time; the deadliest fate to which a human being can be condemned. Until Polly entered his lonely world it would have been hard to picture a duller life than he led, but her sunshiny soul seemed to have reflected some of its light upon him, and he was happier than he had been in years.
It is safe to say that the description of Peggy, her home, her horses and all pertaining to her, lost nothing in Polly"s telling and it was agreed that she should become a special course co-ed upon the following Monday.
And out at Severndale an equally eager, enthusiastic little body was awaiting the ringing of the telephone bell, and when at nine o"clock Sunday morning its cheerful jingling summoned Peggy from her breakfast table, she was as happy as she well could be and promised faithfully to be at Wilmot at nine o"clock the following morning.
And so began a friendship destined to last as long as the girls lived, and the glorious autumn days were filled with delights for them both. To Peggy it was a wonderful world.
The Tuesday following Polly went to Severndale and her first riding lesson began, with more or less quaking upon her part, it must be confessed. She felt tremendously high up in the air when she first found herself upon Silver Star"s back. But he behaved like a gentleman, seeming to realize that the usual order of things was being reversed and that he was teaching instead of being taught. So, in spite of Shashai"s wicked hints for a prank, he conducted himself in a manner most exemplary and Polly went back to Wilmot Hall as enthusiastic as she well could be.
Mrs. Harold had invited Peggy to spend the week-end at Wilmot. She wished her to meet some of Polly"s friends and she, herself, wished to know the young girl better. So Dr. Llewellyn"s permission was asked and promptly granted, and with his consent won that of Harrison and Mammy Lucy was a mere form. Nevertheless, Peggy was too wise to overlook asking, for Harrison fancied herself the embodiment of the law, and Mammy Lucy, in her own estimation at least, stood for the dignity of the Stewart family. And the preparations for the little week-end visit were undertaken with a degree of ceremony which might have warranted a trip to Europe. Peggy"s suitcase was packed by Mammy"s own hands, Harrison hovering near to make sure that nothing was overlooked, to Mammy"s secret disgust, for she felt herself fully capable of attending to it.
Then came the question of going in, Peggy very naturally expecting to go by the electric car as she had during the week. But NO! Such an undignified entrance into Wilmot was not to be thought of. She must be driven in by Jess.
"But Mammy, how ridiculous," protested Peggy. "I can get a boy at the station to carry my suitcase to the hotel."
Mammy looked at her in disdain.
"Git one ob dem no "count dirty little n.i.g.g.e.r boys what hangs round dat railway station to tote yo" shute case, a-tailin" long behime yo" for all de worl lak a tromp. What yo" "spose yo" pa would say to we-all if we let yo" go a-visitin" in amy sich style as dat, an" yo" a Stewart AN"
de daughter ob a naval officer who"s gwine visit de wife ob one ob his "Cademy frien"s! Chile, yo"s cl"ar crazy. Yo" go in de proper style lemme tell yo", or yo" aim gwine go "tall. Yo" hear ME?"
And Peggy had to meekly submit, realizing that there were SOME laws which even a Stewart might not violate. So on Sat.u.r.day afternoon Comet and Meteor tooled the surrey along by beautiful woodland and field, Peggy clad in her pretty autumn suit and hat, her suitcase at Jess"
feet, and herself as properly dignified as the occasion demanded, while in her secret heart she resolved to enlist Mrs. Harold upon her side and in future make her visits with less ceremony.
CHAPTER VII
PEGGY STEWART: CHATELAINE
Peggy had entered a new world. Plunged into one, would perhaps better express it, so sudden had been her entrance, and her letters to Daddy Neil, now on his way to Guantanamo for the fall drills, were full of an enthusiasm which almost bewildered him and started a new train of thought.
As he knew most members of the personnel of the ships comprising the Atlantic fleet, he, of course, knew Commander Harold, though it had never occurred to him to a.s.sociate him with Annapolis, or to make any inquiry regarding his home or his connections. Like many another, he was merely a fellow-officer. He was not a cla.s.smate, so his interest was less keen than it would have been had such been the case. Moreover, Harold was in a different division of the fleet and they very rarely met. But now the whole situation was changed by Peggy"s letter. He would hunt up Mr. Harold at the first opportunity and with this common interest to bind them, much pleasure was in store.
True to her word, Peggy sent her letter off every Sunday afternoon--a conscientious report of the week"s happenings. Her "log," she called it, and it was the comfort of Daddy Neil"s life.
Meanwhile, she spent about half of her time with Mrs. Harold and Polly, and in a very short time became as good a chum of Mrs. Harold"s "boys,"
the midshipmen, as was Polly. There was always something doing over at the Academy, and as Mrs. Harold"s guest, Peggy was naturally included.
At present football practice was absorbing the interest of the Academic world and its friends, for in a few weeks the big Army-Navy game would take place up in Philadelphia and Mrs. Harold had already invited Peggy to go to it with her party. Peggy had never even seen a practice game until taken over to the Naval Academy field with her friends, where the boys teased her unmercifully because she asked why they didn"t "have a decently shaped ROUND ball instead of a leather watermelon which wouldn"t do a thing but flop every which way, and call it tussle-ball instead of football?"
There was a little circle which gathered about Mrs. Harold, and which was always alluded to as "her big children." These were men from the different cla.s.ses in the Academy, for there were no "cla.s.s rates" in "Middies" Haven," as they called her sitting-room. Peggy met them all, though, naturally, there were some she liked better than others. Among the upper-cla.s.smen who would graduate in the spring were three who were at Middies" Haven whenever there was the slightest excuse for being there. These boys who seemed quite grown-up men to fourteen-year-old Peggy, though she soon lost her shyness with them, and learned that they could frolic as well as the younger ones, went by the names of Happy, Wheedles and Shortie, the latter so nicknamed because he was six feet, four inches tall, though the others" nicknames had been bestowed because they really fitted. There were also two or three second-cla.s.smen and youngsters who frequently visited Mrs. Harold, one in particular, who fascinated every one with whom he came in touch. His name was Durand Leroux, and, strange to state, he looked enough like Peggy to be her own brother, yet try as they would, no vestige of a relationship could be traced, for Peggy came of purely Southern stock while Durand claimed New England for his birthplace. Nevertheless, it became a good joke and they were often spoken of as the twins, though Durand was three years Peggy"s senior.
Polly"s chum, Ralph Wilbur, was about the same age as Durand, though in the lowest or fourth cla.s.s, having just entered the Academy, and consequently was counted as very small fry indeed. He was a quiet, undemonstrative chap but Peggy liked him from the moment she met him. He had mastered one important bit of knowledge: That a "plebe" does well to lie low, and as the result of mastering that salient fact he was well liked by the upper-cla.s.smen and found them ready to do him a good many friendly turns which a more "raty" fourth-cla.s.sman would not have found coming his way.
Altogether, Peggy found herself a member of a very delightful little circle and was happier than she had ever been in her life. In Mrs.
Harold she found the love she had missed without understanding it, and in Polly a companion who filled her days with delight.
And what busy days they were. So full of plans, duties and pleasures, for Mrs. Harold had been very quick to understand the barrenness of Peggy"s life in spite of her rich supply of this world"s goods, and she promptly set about rounding it out as it should have been.
And so November with its wonderful Indian Summer slipped on, and it was during one of these ideal days that an absurd episode took place upon the well-conducted estate of Severndale, which caused Peggy to be run most unmercifully by the boys. But before we can tell of it a few words of explanation are needed.
As can be readily understood, in a large inst.i.tution like the Naval Academy, where the boys foregather from every state in the Union, there are all cla.s.ses and all types represented.
Among them are splendid, fine principled fellows, with high moral standards and unimpeachable characters. And there are, alas, those of another type also, and these are the ones who invariably make trouble for others and are pretty sure to disgrace themselves. Fortunately, this type rarely survives the four years" crucial test of character, efficiency and apt.i.tude, but is pretty sure to "pack its little grip and fade away," as the more eligible ones express it, long before it comes time to receive a diploma.
Unhappily, there was one man in the present first cla.s.s who had managed to remain in the Academy in spite of conduct which would have "bilged"
(Academy slang for the man who has to drop out) a dozen others, and who was the source of endless trouble for under-cla.s.smen over whom he contrived to exert a wholly malign influence. He seemed to be not only utterly devoid of principle and finer feeling, but to take a perfectly fiendish delight in corrupting the younger boys. His one idea of being "a man" seemed to lie in the infringement of every regulation of the Academy, and to induce others to do likewise. He had caused the president of his cla.s.s endless trouble and mortification, and distressed Mrs. Harold beyond measure, for her interest in all in the Academy was very keen, and especially in the younger boys, whom she knew to be at the most susceptible period of their lives.
Had his folly been confined to mere boyish nonsense it might have been overlooked, but it had gone on from folly to vicious conduct and his boast was that it was his duty to harden the plebes, his idea of hardening them being to get them intoxicated.
Now if there is one infringement of rules more sure to bring retribution upon the perpetrator than any other, it is intoxication, and the guilty one is most summarily dealt with. This was fully known to Blue, the delinquent referred to, but he had by some miraculous method thus far managed to escape conviction if not suspicion, though more than one unfortunate under-cla.s.sman had been forced to tender his resignation as the result of going the pace with Blue.
So serious had the situation become that the president of the first cla.s.s had quietly set about a little plan in cooperation with other members of his cla.s.s which would be pretty sure to rid the Academy of its undesirable acquisition. It was only a question of giving Blue enough time to work his own undoing, and as things had begun to shape, this seemed pretty sure to take place. Naturally, with feeling running so strong, Peggy heard a good deal of it when she visited Middies"
Haven, especially since Durand Leroux, whom she had grown to like so well, seemed to have been selected by Blue as his newest victim, greatly to Mrs. Harold"s distress, for she knew Durand to be far too easily led, and too generous and unsuspicious to believe evil of any one. Happy-go- lucky, carefree and ever ready for any frolic, he was exactly the type to fall a victim to Blue"s insidious influence, for Blue could be fascinating to a degree when it served his turn. Blue was debarred the privilege of visiting Middies" Haven, and his resentment of this prompted him to try to wreak his vengeance upon Mrs. Harold"s boys. To their credit be it told that he had hitherto failed, but she had misgivings of Durand; he was too mercurial.
Now Peggy had, as chatelaine of Severndale, been more than once obliged to order the dismissal of some of the temporary hands employed about the paddock, for Shelby was rigid upon the rule of temperance. He would have no bibblers near the animals under his charge. He had seen too much trouble caused by such worthless employees. Consequently, Peggy was wise beyond her years to the gravity of intemperance and had expressed herself pretty emphatically when Blue was discussed within the privacy of Middies" Haven, for what was told there was sacred. That was an unwritten law. And all this led to a ridiculous situation one day in the middle of November, for comedy and tragedy usually travel side by side in this world.