"You could have offered to teach her yourself"--with prompt inspiration.
"Oh, Robert, why didn"t you?"
"Felicia!--my dear!"--for the minister was modest.
"You know plenty for two Rebecca Marys," she triumphed. "Didn"t you appropriate all the honors at college, you selfish boy!"
"It"s too late now, dear." But the minister"s eyes thanked her, and the big clasp of his arms. A minister may be mortal.
"Maybe it is and maybe it isn"t," spoke the minister"s wife, in riddles.
"We"ll wait and see."
"But, Felicia--but, dear, they"re both them Plummers."
"Maybe they are and maybe they aren"t," laughed she.
That night Aunt Olivia told Rebecca Mary--after she went to bed, quite calmly:
"Rebecca Mary, how would you like to go away to school? For I"m going to send you, my dear."
""Away--to school--my dear!"" echoed Rebecca Mary, sitting upright in bed. Her slight figure stretched up rigid and preternaturally tall in the dim light.
"Yes; the minister advises it--I left it to him. He thinks you ought to have advantages." Aunt Olivia slipped down suddenly beside the little rigid figure and touched it rather timidly. She felt a little in awe of the Rebecca Mary who knew more than her teacher did.
"They all seem to think you"re--smart, my dear," Aunt Olivia said, and she would scarcely have believed it could be so hard to say it. For the life of her she could not keep the pride from p.r.i.c.king through her tone.
The wild temptation to sell her Plummer birthright for a kiss a.s.sailed her. But she groped in the dimness for Duty"s cool touch and found it.
In the Plummer code of laws it was writ, "Thou shalt not kiss."
"I"m going right to work to make you some new nightgowns," Aunt Olivia added, hastily. "I think I shall make them plain," for it was in the nature of a reinforcement to her courage to leave off the ruffles.
Rebecca Mary"s eyes shone like stars in the dark little room. The child thought she was glad to be going away to school.
"Shall I study algebra and Latin?" she demanded.
"I suppose so--that"ll be what you go for."
"And French--not FRENCH?"
"Likely."
Rebecca Mary fell back on the pillows to grasp it. But she was presently up again.
"And that thing that tells about the air and--and ga.s.sy things? And the one that tells about your bones?"
Aunt Olivia did not recognize chemistry, but she knew bones. She sighed gently.
"Oh yes; I suppose you"ll find out just how you"re put together, and likely it"ll scare you so you won"t ever dare to breathe deep again.
Maybe learning like that is important--I suppose the minister knows."
"The minister knows everything," Rebecca Mary said, solemnly. "If you let me go away to school, I"ll try to learn to know as much as he does, Aunt Olivia. You don"t--you don"t think he"d mind, do you?"
In the dark Aunt Olivia smiled. The small person there on the pillows was, after all, a child. Rebecca Mary had not grown up, after all!
"He won"t mind," promised Aunt Olivia for the minister. She went away presently and cut out Rebecca Mary"s new nightgowns. She sat and st.i.tched them, far into the night, and st.i.tched her sad little bodings in, one by one. Already desolation gripped Aunt Olivia"s heart.
Rebecca Mary"s dreams that night were marvelous ones. She dreamed she saw herself in a gla.s.s after she had learned all the things there were to learn, and she looked like the minister! When she spoke, her voice sounded deep and sweet like the minister"s voice. Somewhere a voice like the minister"s wife"s seemed to be calling "Robert! Robert!"
"Yes?" answered Rebecca Mary, and woke up.
There were many preparations to make. The days sped by busily, and to Rebecca Mary full of joyous expectancy. Aunt Olivia made no moan. She worked steadily over the plain little outfit and thrust her Dreads away with resolute courage, to wait until Rebecca Mary was gone. Time enough then.
"You"re doing right--that ought to comfort you," encouraged Duty, kindly.
"Clear out!" was what Aunt Olivia cried out, sharply, in answer. "You"ve done enough--this is all your work! Don"t stand there hugging yourself.
YOU"RE not going to miss Rebecca Mary--"
"I shall miss her," Duty murmured. "I was awake all night, too, dreading it. You didn"t know, but I was there."
The last day, when it came, seemed a little--a good deal--like that other day when Aunt Olivia went away, only it was the other way about this time. Rebecca Mary was going away on this day. The things packed snugly in the big valise were her things; it was she, Rebecca Mary, who would unpack them in a wondrous, strange place. It was Rebecca Mary the minister"s wife and Rhoda came to bid good-bye.
Aunt Olivia went to the station in the stage with the child. She did not speak much on the way, but sat firmly straight and smiled. Duty had told her the last thing to smile. But Duty had not trusted her; unseen and uninvited, Duty had slipped into the jolting old vehicle between Aunt Olivia and Rebecca Mary.
"She isn"t the Plummer she was once," sighed Duty.
But at the little station, in those few final moments, two Plummers, an old one and a young one, waited quietly together. Neither of them broke down nor made ado. Duty retired in palpable chagrin.
"Good-bye, my dear," Aunt Olivia said, steadily, though her lips were white.
"Good-bye, Aunt Olivia," Rebecca Mary Plummer said, steadily. "I"m very MUCH obliged to you for sending me."
"You"re--welcome. Don"t forget to wear your rubbers. I put in some liniment in case you need it--don"t get any in your eyes."
Outside on the platform Aunt Olivia sought and found Rebecca Mary"s window and stood beside it till the train started. Through the dusty pane their faces looked oddly unfamiliar to each other, and the two pairs of eyes that gazed out and in had a startled wistfulness in them that no Plummer eyes should have. If Duty had staid--
The train shook itself, gave a jerk or two, and plunged down the shining rails. Aunt Olivia watched it out of sight, then turned patiently to meet her loneliness. The Dreads came flocking back to her as if she had beckoned to them. For now was the time.
The letters Rebecca Mary wrote were formally correct and brief. There was no homesickness in them. It was pleasant at the school, that book about bones was going to be very interesting. Aunt Olivia was not to worry about the rubbers, and Rebecca Mary would never forget to air her clothes when they came from the wash. Yes, she had aired the nightgown that Aunt Olivia ironed the last thing. No, she hadn"t needed any liniment yet, but she wouldn"t get any in her eyes.
Aunt Olivia"s letters were to the point and calm, as though Duty stood peering over her shoulder as she wrote. She was glad Rebecca Mary liked the bones, but she was a little surprised. She was glad about the rubbers and the wash; she was glad there had been no need yet for the liniment. It was a good thing to rub on a sore throat. The minister"s wife had been over with her work she said Rhoda missed Rebecca Mary.
Yes, the little, white cat was well--no, she hadn"t caught any mice.
The calla lily had two buds, the Northern Spy tree was not going to bear very well.
"Robert, I"ve been to see Miss Olivia," the minister"s wife said at tea.
"Yes?" The minister waited. He knew it was coming.
"She was knitting stockings for Rebecca Mary. Robert, she sat there and smiled till I had to come home to cry!"
"My dear!--do you want me to cry, too?"