Janie was delighted to have so pleased her audience, but her greatest joy lay in the fact that Sandy had arranged that once a week she should sing with the teacher, and had promised that there should be a piano for her to practice with.
With greatest care Sandy replaced Janie"s numerous wraps, much as if she had been a valuable painting, or a choice bit of sculpture, and taking her hand, led her gently down the long stairway to the street. Then, lifting her into the sleigh, and tucking the bear skin about her, he drove briskly over the road toward home, not allowing the horse to slacken pace until he reached his own door.
Margaret McLeod was watching for them, and quickly left her seat at the window to welcome them.
"Weel, Janie, la.s.s, and did the music maester think ye could sing?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" cried Janie. "I"m to study with him, and Sandy, our Sandy has promised to buy me a piano, so I shall know if I sing the right key, and I"m to sing the lang exercises wi" ne"er a song "til,--weel I dinna when.
"There"s" in a" the world nae ane like our Sandy."
"I"ve often thought the same mysel," said Margaret, with a droll smile at her husband.
"And between ye, ye mean tae spoil me completely, wi" yer flattery that I own is sweet tae hear."
"Ye canna be spoiled," said Margaret McLeod; "ye weel know ye"re on a pinnacle sae high o"e"r ither men, there"s nae chance o" spoiling ye."
"Oh, the prejudice o" a lovin" woman," Sandy replied, "is past the understanding o" an ordinary mon, but "tis sunshine tae live in the light o" it."
Later, when Mrs. McLeod was making preparation for tea, little Janie followed her about, helping to set the table, at the same time telling over and over the fine things which the director had said of her singing, and yet again repeating the delightful fact that there was to be a fine piano "in that verra house."
"I wondered if the mon was a bit daft," said Sandy, "when he said tae Janie, "Mind ye sing the lessons I gie ye, an naething else."
"She"s been singing the blithe Scotch ballads since she was a" most a bairnie, an" her voice has grown sweeter a" the time. I say again, I hope he"s na daft."
"Sandy, Sandy!" cried Margaret, "ye must na question the great music maester. I doot not he knows a deal mair aboot music than we do."
"He says that he will make me sing just wonderful," said Janie.
"An" na doot he will," said Sandy, laying his hand lovingly upon Janie"s head.
It seemed as if the gale increased in force as it blew the dust and twigs against the window, and hurried on with a shrill whistle around the corner.
After the table had been cleared, they took their places before the great fireplace, Sandy, Margaret and Janie making a group in the centre, while at one side sat the great brindle cat, Tam o" Shanter, and at a respectful distance, on the opposite side of the hearth stone, stood the Scotch Collie, Sir Walter Scott.
Tam, with his forepaws snugly tucked in, and his great yellow eyes blinking at the bright flames, was a picture of contentment.
Sir Walter looked eagerly at Sandy, and longed to go and sit beside him, but that would necessitate rather close proximity to Tam, and Tam usually resented such familiarity, so the dog kept his place, and as he listened to the conversation, seemed to understand what was being said.
"I"ll put fresh logs on the fire," said Sandy, "tae keep the cauld oot, and I"m hopin" that there"s nae ane abroad this night."
At the little depot at the Centre, the station master stood upon the platform looking anxiously up the track, hoping to see the light of an approaching train.
""Most three hours late," muttered the man. "I"d like ter know if it ain"t er comin" ter-night."
As he turned to re-enter the depot, a faint whistle made itself heard above the clamor of the wind and turning he saw the headlight of the engine coming around the bend.
"There she is naow," he remarked, and as the train stopped, the mail bag was quickly thrown out upon the platform and instantly picked up and carried into the depot.
The station agent did not dream that anyone would arrive so late in the village on such a night, so having secured the mail bag, he allowed the train to depart without even a glance at its receding form.
One pa.s.senger, however, stepped from the car who evidently was not expecting friends to meet her, as she immediately left the platform and walked briskly up the road as if familiar with the place, and sure of the direction which she must take to reach her destination.
What had been a high wind during the day, now became a gale, and the solitary figure wrapped her cloak closer about her and pushed resolutely on, never pausing, yet at times looking hastily over her shoulder as if fearful of a possible pursuer. As she pa.s.sed a deserted farm house, a sudden gust of wind blew one of its dilapidated blinds against the window, shattering the gla.s.s with a resounding crash. With a scream the girl sprang forward, then, half wild with fright she ran with a headlong pace up the road.
The promise of the leaden sky was now fulfilled, the falling sleet cutting the girl"s white cheeks, and serving to make the night more cheerless.
Again she tried to draw the folds of her cloak about her, but the wind s.n.a.t.c.hed it from her fingers and blew it back and she was obliged to stop and, for a moment, turn her back to the gale until she could securely fasten the clasps which held it. Her hands shook with cold and fear, and when she turned about and tried once more to run she found that her limbs were weak with terror and that her progress must be slow. The great branches of the trees groaned in the wind, as if crying out against such rough handling, and the snow fell faster as the girl dragged herself along the lonely road.
"The cauld increases," said Sandy. "I"ll stir the fire an" throw on anither log."
"It"s snawin"," announced Janie, as she emerged from behind the window shade and ran to the fireplace, where she seated herself beside Sir Walter, her arm about his neck.
"Ain"t ye glad ye"re na scurryin" after the sheep at hame, ye big auld dear?" asked Janie.
The collie laid his head lovingly against her shoulder, as if agreeing, and Tam, seeing the caress, looked as if he thought Janie"s taste in her choice of pets deteriorating.
"Ah, Tam, Tam," she cried with a laugh, "are ye sae selfish ye want a" my love? I love ye baith, an" I wad ye loved each ither."
"Hark, Sandy! Did some one knock?" asked Mrs. McLeod, as she looked toward the door.
"Nae ane"s aboot this night--Ay, Margaret, ye"re right as usual, there"s a faint sound, an" I"ll be seein",--"
"Oh, Mr. McLeod, let me come in," said a girl"s voice.
"That I will, ye puir waif,--by all the saints, it"s Phoebe Small! Here Margaret! Janie! the la.s.s is faintin"."
"Oh, no I"m not," Phoebe answered, but her white face was not rea.s.suring and Sandy and Margaret were obliged to lead her to the great chair by the fire.
Janie loosened her boots which were covered with snow, and removing them, set them to dry in a corner of the fireplace. Then she brought a cricket and, handy little maid, lifted Phoebe"s feet upon it, that the heat from the fire might warm them.
Soon Margaret McLeod had made a cup of tea, and it seemed to Phoebe that nothing had ever tasted so delicious. Sandy stood beside her, offering the lunch which Margaret had prepared, insisting gently that she must eat heartily before going out into the night.
"For I shall take ye hame, la.s.s, I know that"s where ye wad be, and warm in the bear skin I"ll wrap ye, an" in the sleigh "twill be nae time before we"ll be at ye"re door."
"I could not stay away another day. The road from the depot was so lonely, and I was so afraid,--"
Phoebe was crying now, and Sandy laid his rough hand gently upon her shoulder.
"Never mind, la.s.s, how ye got here, don"t ye try tae tell it noo. If ye"re warm enough we"ll be startin", an" ye can tell the folks at hame all aboot it on the morrow."
Little Janie examined Phoebe"s boots, and finding them to be dry, insisted upon putting them on and lacing them, and by the time that she had finished the task the sleigh stood at the door.
The ride was a short one, and soon Sandy was at the door of the Small homestead, one arm about Phoebe who seemed too weary to stand, and the other hand executing a rousing knock upon the panel of the door.