"No, it won"t. It isn"t in me to like all this. I"m so sorry, because Daddy wants me to be a lady. He said it was as hard for him to send me as it was for me to come, but that I couldn"t learn to be a lady with lots of money to spend down there with only boys and him. There wasn"t any lady there on the ranch at all, except Mammy Lou, the cook, and she didn"t have lots of money to spend, so she wasn"t the kind he meant. I thought I"d come and try, but I didn"t know it would be like this. I don"t want to be a lady, Miss Carewe. I don"t believe they can be very happy. I"ve seen them in carriages and they don"t look very happy. You"re nice. I like you, and I"m most sure Daddy and d.i.c.k and the boys would like you, but then you haven"t got lots of money, have you? And you were born up here and you don"t know any better anyway.
I"m going home."
The burst of confidence ended where it had begun. She was going home, and she was so firm in the faith that Belinda, listening, believed her.
"But if your father says no?"
The dark little face was quiet again, all but the great eyes.
"I"ll have to go," the Queer Little Thing slowly said.
Four days later Miss Lucilla Ryder called the Youngest Teacher into the study.
"Miss Carewe, I"m puzzled about this little Miss Allen. I had a letter from her father this morning. He says that she has written that she is very homesick and unhappy and doesn"t want to stay. He feels badly about it, of course, but he very wisely leaves the matter in our hands--says he realizes she"ll have to be homesick and he"ll have to be lonesome if she"s to be a lady. But he wants us to do all we can to make her contented. He very generously sends a check for five hundred dollars, which we are to use for any extra expense incurred in entertaining her and making her happy. Now, I thought you might take her to the theater and the art museum, and the--a--the aquarium, and introduce her to the pleasures and advantages of city life. She"ll soon be all right."
With sinking heart Belinda went in search of the girl. She found her practicing five-finger exercises drearily in one of the music-rooms.
As Belinda entered the child looked up and met the friendly, sympathetic eyes. A mute appeal sprang into her own eyes, and Belinda understood. The thing was too bad to be talked about, and the Youngest Teacher said no word about the homesickness or the expected letter. In this way she clinched her friendship with the Queer Little Thing.
But, following the princ.i.p.al"s orders, she endeavored to demonstrate to Bonita the joy and blessedness of life in New York. The child went, quietly wherever she was taken--a mute, pathetic little figure to whom the aquarium fish and the Old Masters and the latest matinee idol were all one--and unimportant. The other girls envied her her privileges and her pocket-money, but they did not understand. No one understood save Belinda, and she did her cheerful best to blot out old loves with new impressions; but from the first she felt in her heart that she was elected to failure. The child was fond of her, always respectful, always docile, always grave. Nothing brought a light into her eyes or a spontaneous smile to her lips. Anyone save Belinda would have grown impatient, angry. She only grew more tender--and more troubled. Day by day she watched the sad little face grow thinner. It was pale now, instead of brown, and the high cheek bones were strikingly prominent.
The lips pressed closely together drooped plaintively at the corners and the big eyes were more full of shadow than ever; but the child made no protest or plea, and by tacit consent she and Belinda ignored their first conversation and never mentioned Texas.
Often Belinda made up her mind to put aside the restraint and talk freely as she would to any other girl, but there was something about the little Texan that forbade liberties, warned off intruders, and the Youngest Teacher feared losing what little ground she had gained.
Finally she went in despair to Miss Ryder.
"The Indian character is too much for me," she confessed with a groan half humorous, half earnest. "I give it up."
"What"s the matter?" asked Miss Ryder.
"Well, I"ve dragged poor Bonita Allen all over the borough of Manhattan and the Bronx and spent many ducats in the process. She has been very polite about it, but just as sad over Sherry"s tea hour as over Grant"s tomb, and just as cheerful over the Cesnola collection as over the monkey cages at the Zoo. The poor little thing is so unhappy and miserable that she looks like a wild animal in a trap, and I think the best we can do with her is to send her home.
"Nonsense," said Miss Lucilla. "Her father is paying eighteen hundred dollars a year."
Belinda was defiant.
"I don"t care. He ought to take her home."
"Miss Carewe, you are sentimentalizing. One would think you had never seen a homesick girl before."
"She"s different from other girls."
"I"ll talk with her myself," said Miss Lucilla sternly.
She did, but the situation remained unchanged, and when she next mentioned the Texan problem to Belinda, Miss Lucilla was less positive in her views.
"She"s a very strange child, but we must do what we can to carry out her father"s wishes."
"I"d send her home," said Belinda.
It was shortly after this that Katherine Holland, who sat beside Bonita at the table, confided to Belinda that that funny little Allen girl didn"t eat a thing. The waitress came to Belinda with the same tale, and the Youngest Teacher sought out Bonita and reasoned with her.
"You really must eat, my dear," she urged.
"Why?"
"You"ll be ill if you don"t."
"How soon?"
Belinda looked dazed.
"I"m afraid I don"t understand."
"How soon will I be sick?"
"Very soon, I"m afraid," the puzzled teacher answered.
"That"s good. I don"t feel as if I could wait much longer."
Belinda gasped.
"Do you mean to say you want to be ill?"
"If I get very sick Daddy will come for me."
The teacher looked helplessly at the quiet, great-eyed child, then launched into expostulation, argument, entreaty.
Bonita listened politely and was profoundly unimpressed.
"It"s wicked, dear child. It would make your father wretchedly unhappy."
"He"d be awfully unhappy if he understood, anyway. He thinks I"m not really unhappy and that it"s his duty to keep me here and make a lady of me, no matter how lonely he is without me. He wrote me so--but I know he"d be terribly glad if he had a real excuse for taking me home."
Belinda exhausted her own resources and appealed to Miss Lucilla, who stared incredulously over her nose-gla.s.ses and sent for Bonita.
After the interview she called for the Youngest Teacher, and the two failures looked at each other helplessly.
"It"s an extraordinary thing," said Miss Lucilla in her most magisterial tone--"a most extraordinary thing. In all my experience I"ve seen nothing like it. Nothing seems to make the slightest impression upon the child. She"s positively crazy."
"You will tell her father to send for her, won"t you?"
Miss Lucilla shook her head stubbornly.
"Not at all. It would be the ruination of the child to give in to her whims and bad temper now. If she won"t listen to reason she must be allowed to pay for her foolishness. When she gets hungry enough she will eat. It"s a shame to talk about a child of twelve having the stoicism to starve herself into an illness just because she is homesick at boarding-school."
Belinda came back to her thread-worn argument.
"But Bonita is different, Miss Ryder."
"She"s a very stubborn, selfish child," said Miss Ryder resentfully, and turning to her desk she changed the conversation.