"There she is, over an hour late; a little more an" she"d "a" been caught in a thunder shower, but she"d never look ahead," said Miranda to Jane; "and added to all her other iniquities, if she ain"t rigged out in that new dress, steppin" along with her father"s dancin"-school steps, and swingin" her parasol for all the world as if she was play-actin". Now I"m the oldest, Jane, an" I intend to have my say out; if you don"t like it you can go into the kitchen till it"s over. Step right in here, Rebecca; I want to talk to you. What did you put on that good new dress for, on a school day, without permission?"
"I had intended to ask you at noontime, but you weren"t at home, so I couldn"t," began Rebecca.
"You did no such a thing; you put it on because you was left alone, though you knew well enough I wouldn"t have let you."
"If I"d been CERTAIN you wouldn"t have let me I"d never have done it,"
said Rebecca, trying to be truthful; "but I wasn"t CERTAIN, and it was worth risking. I thought perhaps you might, if you knew it was almost a real exhibition at school."
"Exhibition!" exclaimed Miranda scornfully; "you are exhibition enough by yourself, I should say. Was you exhibitin" your parasol?"
"The parasol WAS silly," confessed Rebecca, hanging her head; "but it"s the only time in my whole life when I had anything to match it, and it looked so beautiful with the pink dress! Emma Jane and I spoke a dialogue about a city girl and a country girl, and it came to me just the minute before I started how nice it would come in for the city girl; and it did. I haven"t hurt my dress a mite, aunt Mirandy."
"It"s the craftiness and underhandedness of your actions that"s the worst," said Miranda coldly. "And look at the other things you"ve done!
It seems as if Satan possessed you! You went up the front stairs to your room, but you didn"t hide your tracks, for you dropped your handkerchief on the way up. You left the screen out of your bedroom window for the flies to come in all over the house. You never cleared away your lunch nor set away a dish, AND YOU LEFT THE SIDE DOOR UNLOCKED from half past twelve to three o"clock, so "t anybody could "a" come in and stolen what they liked!"
Rebecca sat down heavily in her chair as she heard the list of her transgressions. How could she have been so careless? The tears began to flow now as she attempted to explain sins that never could be explained or justified.
"Oh, I"m so sorry!" she faltered. "I was tr.i.m.m.i.n.g the schoolroom, and got belated, and ran all the way home. It was hard getting into my dress alone, and I hadn"t time to eat but a mouthful, and just at the last minute, when I honestly--HONESTLY--would have thought about clearing away and locking up, I looked at the clock and knew I could hardly get back to school in time to form in the line; and I thought how dreadful it would be to go in late and get my first black mark on a Friday afternoon, with the minister"s wife and the doctor"s wife and the school committee all there!"
"Don"t wail and carry on now; it"s no good cryin" over spilt milk,"
answered Miranda. "An ounce of good behavior is worth a pound of repentance. Instead of tryin" to see how little trouble you can make in a house that ain"t your own home, it seems as if you tried to see how much you could put us out. Take that rose out o" your dress and let me see the spot it"s made on your yoke, an" the rusty holes where the wet pin went in. No, it ain"t; but it"s more by luck than forethought. I ain"t got any patience with your flowers and frizzled-out hair and furbelows an" airs an" graces, for all the world like your Miss-Nancy father."
Rebecca lifted her head in a flash. "Look here, aunt Mirandy, I"ll be as good as I know how to be. I"ll mind quick when I"m spoken to and never leave the door unlocked again, but I won"t have my father called names. He was a p-perfectly l-lovely father, that"s what he was, and it"s MEAN to call him Miss Nancy!"
"Don"t you dare answer me back that imperdent way, Rebecca, tellin" me I"m mean; your father was a vain, foolish, shiftless man, an" you might as well hear it from me as anybody else; he spent your mother"s money and left her with seven children to provide for."
"It"s s-something to leave s-seven nice children," sobbed Rebecca.
"Not when other folks have to help feed, clothe, and educate "em,"
responded Miranda. "Now you step upstairs, put on your nightgown, go to bed, and stay there till to-morrow mornin". You"ll find a bowl o"
crackers an" milk on your bureau, an" I don"t want to hear a sound from you till breakfast time. Jane, run an" take the dish towels off the line and shut the shed doors; we"re goin" to have a turrible shower."
"We"ve had it, I should think," said Jane quietly, as she went to do her sister"s bidding. "I don"t often speak my mind, Mirandy; but you ought not to have said what you did about Lorenzo. He was what he was, and can"t be made any different; but he was Rebecca"s father, and Aurelia always says he was a good husband."
Miranda had never heard the proverbial phrase about the only "good Indian," but her mind worked in the conventional manner when she said grimly, "Yes, I"ve noticed that dead husbands are usually good ones; but the truth needs an airin" now and then, and that child will never amount to a hill o" beans till she gets some of her father trounced out of her. I"m glad I said just what I did."
"I daresay you are," remarked Jane, with what might be described as one of her annual bursts of courage; "but all the same, Mirandy, it wasn"t good manners, and it wasn"t good religion!"
The clap of thunder that shook the house just at that moment made no such peal in Miranda Sawyer"s ears as Jane"s remark made when it fell with a deafening roar on her conscience.
Perhaps after all it is just as well to speak only once a year and then speak to the purpose.
Rebecca mounted the back stairs wearily, closed the door of her bedroom, and took off the beloved pink gingham with trembling fingers.
Her cotton handkerchief was rolled into a hard ball, and in the intervals of reaching the more difficult b.u.t.tons that lay between her shoulder blades and her belt, she dabbed her wet eyes carefully, so that they should not rain salt water on the finery that had been worn at such a price. She smoothed it out carefully, pinched up the white ruffle at the neck, and laid it away in a drawer with an extra little sob at the roughness of life. The withered pink rose fell on the floor.
Rebecca looked at it and thought to herself, "Just like my happy day!"
Nothing could show more clearly the kind of child she was than the fact that she instantly perceived the symbolism of the rose, and laid it in the drawer with the dress as if she were burying the whole episode with all its sad memories. It was a child"s poetic instinct with a dawning hint of woman"s sentiment in it.
She braided her hair in the two accustomed pig-tails, took off her best shoes (which had happily escaped notice), with all the while a fixed resolve growing in her mind, that of leaving the brick house and going back to the farm. She would not be received there with open arms,--there was no hope of that,--but she would help her mother about the house and send Hannah to Riverboro in her place. "I hope she"ll like it!" she thought in a momentary burst of vindictiveness. She sat by the window trying to make some sort of plan, watching the lightning play over the hilltop and the streams of rain chasing each other down the lightning rod. And this was the day that had dawned so joyfully! It had been a red sunrise, and she had leaned on the window sill studying her lesson and thinking what a lovely world it was. And what a golden morning! The changing of the bare, ugly little schoolroom into a bower of beauty; Miss Dearborn"s pleasure at her success with the Simpson twins" recitation; the privilege of decorating the blackboard; the happy thought of drawing Columbia from the cigar box; the intoxicating moment when the school clapped her! And what an afternoon! How it went on from glory to glory, beginning with Emma Jane"s telling her, Rebecca Randall, that she was as "handsome as a picture."
She lived through the exercises again in memory, especially her dialogue with Emma Jane and her inspiration of using the bough-covered stove as a mossy bank where the country girl could sit and watch her flocks. This gave Emma Jane a feeling of such ease that she never recited better; and how generous it was of her to lend the garnet ring to the city girl, fancying truly how it would flash as she furled her parasol and approached the awe-stricken shepherdess! She had thought aunt Miranda might be pleased that the niece invited down from the farm had succeeded so well at school; but no, there was no hope of pleasing her in that or in any other way. She would go to Maplewood on the stage next day with Mr. Cobb and get home somehow from cousin Ann"s. On second thoughts her aunts might not allow it. Very well, she would slip away now and see if she could stay all night with the Cobbs and be off next morning before breakfast.
Rebecca never stopped long to think, more "s the pity, so she put on her oldest dress and hat and jacket, then wrapped her nightdress, comb, and toothbrush in a bundle and dropped it softly out of the window. Her room was in the L and her window at no very dangerous distance from the ground, though had it been, nothing could have stopped her at that moment. Somebody who had gone on the roof to clean out the gutters had left a cleat nailed to the side of the house about halfway between the window and the top of the back porch. Rebecca heard the sound of the sewing machine in the dining-room and the chopping of meat in the kitchen; so knowing the whereabouts of both her aunts, she scrambled out of the window, caught hold of the lightning rod, slid down to the helpful cleat, jumped to the porch, used the woodbine trellis for a ladder, and was flying up the road in the storm before she had time to arrange any details of her future movements.
Jeremiah Cobb sat at his lonely supper at the table by the kitchen window. "Mother," as he with his old-fashioned habits was in the habit of calling his wife, was nursing a sick neighbor. Mrs. Cobb was mother only to a little headstone in the churchyard, where reposed "Sarah Ann, beloved daughter of Jeremiah and Sarah Cobb, aged seventeen months;"
but the name of mother was better than nothing, and served at any rate as a reminder of her woman"s crown of blessedness.
The rain still fell, and the heavens were dark, though it was scarcely five o"clock. Looking up from his "dish of tea," the old man saw at the open door a very figure of woe. Rebecca"s face was so swollen with tears and so sharp with misery that for a moment he scarcely recognized her. Then when he heard her voice asking, "Please may I come in, Mr.
Cobb?" he cried, "Well I vow! It"s my little lady pa.s.senger! Come to call on old uncle Jerry and pa.s.s the time o" day, hev ye? Why, you"re wet as sops. Draw up to the stove. I made a fire, hot as it was, thinkin" I wanted somethin" warm for my supper, bein" kind o" lonesome without mother. She"s settin" up with Seth Strout to-night. There, we"ll hang your soppy hat on the nail, put your jacket over the chair rail, an" then you turn your back to the stove an" dry yourself good."
Uncle Jerry had never before said so many words at a time, but he had caught sight of the child"s red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, and his big heart went out to her in her trouble, quite regardless of any circ.u.mstances that might have caused it.
Rebecca stood still for a moment until uncle Jerry took his seat again at the table, and then, unable to contain herself longer, cried, "Oh, Mr. Cobb, I"ve run away from the brick house, and I want to go back to the farm. Will you keep me to-night and take me up to Maplewood in the stage? I haven"t got any money for my fare, but I"ll earn it somehow afterwards."
"Well, I guess we won"t quarrel "bout money, you and me," said the old man; "and we"ve never had our ride together, anyway, though we allers meant to go down river, not up."
"I shall never see Milltown now!" sobbed Rebecca.
"Come over here side o" me an" tell me all about it," coaxed uncle Jerry. "Jest set down on that there wooden cricket an" out with the whole story."
Rebecca leaned her aching head against Mr. Cobb"s homespun knee and recounted the history of her trouble. Tragic as that history seemed to her pa.s.sionate and undisciplined mind, she told it truthfully and without exaggeration.
X
RAINBOW BRIDGES
Uncle Jerry coughed and stirred in his chair a good deal during Rebecca"s recital, but he carefully concealed any undue feeling of sympathy, just muttering, "Poor little soul! We"ll see what we can do for her!"
"You will take me to Maplewood, won"t you, Mr. Cobb?" begged Rebecca piteously.
"Don"t you fret a mite," he answered, with a crafty little notion at the back of his mind; "I"ll see the lady pa.s.senger through somehow. Now take a bite o" somethin" to eat, child. Spread some o" that tomato preserve on your bread; draw up to the table. How"d you like to set in mother"s place an" pour me out another cup o" hot tea?"
Mr. Jeremiah Cobb"s mental machinery was simple, and did not move very smoothly save when propelled by his affection or sympathy. In the present case these were both employed to his advantage, and mourning his stupidity and praying for some flash of inspiration to light his path, he blundered along, trusting to Providence.
Rebecca, comforted by the old man"s tone, and timidly enjoying the dignity of sitting in Mrs. Cobb"s seat and lifting the blue china teapot, smiled faintly, smoothed her hair, and dried her eyes.
"I suppose your mother"ll be turrible glad to see you back again?"
queried Mr. Cobb.
A tiny fear--just a baby thing--in the bottom of Rebecca"s heart stirred and grew larger the moment it was touched with a question.
"She won"t like it that I ran away, I s"pose, and she"ll be sorry that I couldn"t please aunt Mirandy; but I"ll make her understand, just as I did you."
"I s"pose she was thinkin" o" your schoolin", lettin" you come down here; but land! you can go to school in Temperance, I s"pose?"
"There"s only two months" school now in Temperance, and the farm "s too far from all the other schools."
"Oh well! there"s other things in the world beside edjercation,"