"Now read it aloud, Lark, so I can see if you get the proper expression," Carol continued, when Connie was utterly subdued.
Lark obediently but unhappily read the quaint poem aloud and Carol said it was very good. "You must read it aloud often, very often. That"ll give you a better idea of the accent. Now put it away, and don"t look at it again to-night. If you keep it up too long you"ll get so dead sick of it you can"t speak it at all."
For two entire weeks, the twins were changed creatures. Lark read the "blooming piece" avidly, repeatedly and with bitter hate. Carol stood grimly by, listening intently, offering curt apt criticisms. Finally, Lark "knew it," and the rest of the time was spent in practising before the mirror,--to see if she kept her face pleasant.
"For the face has a whole lot to do with it, my dear," said Carol sagely, "though the critics would never admit it."
By the evening of the Sunday-school concert--they were concerting for the sake of a hundred-dollar subscription to church repairs--Lark had mastered her recitation so perfectly that the minds of the parsonage were nearly at peace. She still felt a deep resentment toward the situation, but this was partially counterbalanced by the satisfaction of seeing her name in print, directly beneath Carol"s on the program.
"Recitation_______________Miss Carol Starr.
Recitation_______________Miss Lark Starr."
It looked very well indeed, and the whole family took a proper interest in it. No one gave Carol"s recitation a second thought. She always recited, and did it easily and well. It was quite a commonplace occurrence for her.
On the night of the concert she superintended Lark"s dressing with maternal care. "You look all right," she said, "just fine. Now don"t get scared, Lark. It"s so silly. Remember that you know all those people by heart, you can talk a blue streak to any of them. There"s no use--"
"But I can"t talk a blue streak to the whole houseful at once," Lark protested. "It makes me have such a--hollow feeling--to see so many white faces gazing up, and it"s hot, and--"
"Stop that," came the stern command. "You don"t want to get cold feet before you start. If you do accidentally forget once or twice, don"t worry. I know the piece as well as you do, and I can prompt you from behind without any one noticing it. At first it made me awfully cross when they wanted us reciters to sit on the platform for every one to stare at. But now I"m glad of it. I"ll be right beside you, and can prompt you without any trouble at all. But you won"t forget." She kissed her. "You"ll do fine, Larkie, just as fine as you look, and it couldn"t be better than that."
Just then Connie ran in. "Fairy wants to know if you are getting stage fright, Lark? My, you do look nice! Now, for goodness" sake, Lark, remember the parsonage, and don"t make a fizzle of it."
"Who says fizzle?" demanded their father from the doorway. "Never say die, my girl. Why, Lark, I never saw you look so sweet. You have your hair fixed a new way, haven"t you?"
"Carol did it," was the shy reply. "It does look nice, doesn"t it? I"m not scared, father, not a bit--yet! But there"s a hollow feeling--"
"Get her an apple, Connie," said Carol. "It"s because she didn"t eat any supper. She"s not scared."
"I don"t want an apple. Come on, let"s go down. Have the boys come?"
"No, but they"ll be here in a minute. Jim"s never late. I do get sore at Jim--I"d forty times rather go with him than Hartley--but he always puts off asking us until the last minute and then I have a date and you get him. I believe he does it on purpose. Come on down."
Aunt Grace looked at the pale sweet face with gratified delight, and kissed her warmly. Her father walked around her, nodding approval.
"You look like a dream," he said. "The wind a-drifting o"er the lea ne"er blew upon a fairer sight! You shall walk with me."
"Oh, father, you can"t remember that you"re obsolete," laughed Fairy.
"The twins have attained to the dignity of boys, and aren"t satisfied with the fond but sober arm of father any more. Our little twins have dates to-night, as usual nowadays."
"Aunt Grace," he said solemnly, "it"s a wretched business, having a parsonage full of daughters. Just as soon as they reach the age of beauty, grace and charm, they turn their backs on their fathers and smile on fairer lads."
"You"ve got me, father," said Connie consolingly.
"And me,--when Babbie"s in Chicago," added Fairy.
"Yes, that"s some help. Connie, be an old maid. Do! I implore you."
"Oh, Connie"s got a beau already," said Carol. "It"s the fat Allen boy.
They don"t have dates yet, but they"ve got an awful case on. He"s going to make their living by traveling with a show. You"ll have to put up with auntie--she"s beyond the beauing stage!"
"Suits me," he said contentedly, "I am getting more than my deserts.
Come on, Grace, we"ll start."
"So will we, Connie," said Fairy.
But the boys came, both together, and the family group set out together.
Carol and Hartley--one of her high-school admirers--led off by running a race down the parsonage walk. And Lark, old, worn and grave, brought up the rear with Jim Forrest. Jim was a favorite attendant of the twins. He had been graduated from high school the year previous, and was finishing off at the agricultural college in Ames. But Ames was not far from home, and he was still frequently on hand to squire the twins when squires were in demand. He was curiously generous and impartial in his attentions,--it was this which so endeared him to the twins. He made his dates by telephone, invariably. And the conversations might almost have been decreed by law.
"May I speak to one of the twins?"
The nearest twin was summoned, and then he asked:
"Have you twins got dates for the ball game?"--or the party, or the concert.
And the twin at the telephone would say, "Yes, we both have--hard luck, Jim." Or, "I have, but Carol hasn"t." Sometimes it was, "No, we haven"t, but we"re just crazy to go." And in reply to the first Jim always answered, "That"s a shame,--why didn"t you remember me and hold off?"
And to the second, "Well, ask her if I can come around for her." And to the third, "Good, let"s all go together and have a celebration."
For this broad-minded devotion the twins gave him a deep-seated grat.i.tude and affection and he always stood high in their favor.
On this occasion Carol had answered the telephone, and in reply to his query she answered crossly, "Oh, Jim, you stupid thing, why didn"t you phone yesterday? I would so much rather go with you than--But never mind. I have a date, but Lark hasn"t. And you just called in time, too, for Harvey Lane told Hartley he was going to ask for a date."
And Jim had called back excitedly, "Bring her to the phone, quick; don"t waste a minute." And Lark was called, and the date was duly scheduled.
"Are you scared, Lark?" he asked her as they walked slowly down the street toward the church.
"I"m not scared, Jim," she answered solemnly, "but I"m perfectly cavernous, if you know what that means."
"I sure do know," he said fervently, "didn"t I have to do a speech at the commencement exercises? There never was a completer cavern than I was that night. But I can"t figure out why folks agree to do such things when they don"t have to. I had to. It was compulsory."
Lark gazed at him with limpid troubled eyes. "I can"t figure out, either. I don"t know why I did. It was a mistake, some way."
At the church, which was gratifyingly crowded with Sunday-school enthusiasts, the twins forsook their friends and slipped along the side aisle to the "dressing-room,"--commonly utilized as the store room for worn-out song books, Bibles and lesson sheets. There they sat in throbbing, quivering silence with the rest of the "entertainers," until the first strains of the piano solo broke forth, when they walked sedately out and took their seats along the side of the platform--an antediluvian custom which has long been discarded by everything but Sunday-schools and graduating cla.s.ses.
Printed programs had been distributed, but the superintendent called off the numbers also. Not because it was necessary, but because superintendents have to do something on such occasions and that is the only way to prevent superfluous speech-making.
The program went along smoothly, with no more stumbles than is customary at such affairs, and nicely punctuated with hand clappings. When the superintendent read, "Recitation--Miss Carol Starr," the applause was enthusiastic, for Carol was a prime favorite in church and school and town. With sweet and charming nonchalance she tripped to the front of the platform and gave a graceful inclination of her proud young head in response to the applause. Then her voice rang out, and the room was hushed. n.o.body ever worried when Carol spoke a piece. Things always went all right. And back to her place she walked, her face flushed, her heart swelling high with the gratification of a good deed well done.
She sat down by Lark, glad she had done it, glad it was over, and praying that Lark would come off as well.
Lark was trembling.
"Carol," she whispered, "I--I"m scared."
Instantly the triumph left Carol"s heart. "You"re not," she whispered pa.s.sionately, gripping her twin"s hand closely, "you are not, you"re all right."
Lark trembled more violently. Her head swayed a little. Bright flashes of light were blinding her eyes, and her ears were ringing. "I--can"t,"
she muttered thickly. "I"m sick."