But Ruth"s little plot worked. A fortnight after Thanksgiving she was able to write to Jerry, who had found a few days" work near the school, that he could go back to Cliff Island and present himself to Mr. Tingley"s foreman. A good job was waiting for him on the island where he had lived so long with his uncle, the old hunter.
CHAPTER X
AN EXCITING FINISH
Affairs at Briarwood went at high speed toward the end of the term.
Everybody was busy. A girl who did not work, or who had no interest in her studies, fell behind very quickly.
Ann Hicks was spurred to do her best by the activities of her mates. She did not like any of them well enough--save those in the two neighboring quartette rooms in her dormitory building--to accept defeat from them. She began to make a better appearance in recitations, and her marks became better.
They all had extra interests save Ann herself. Helen Cameron was in the school orchestra and played first violin with a hope of getting solo parts in time. She loved the instrument, and in the evening, before the electricity was turned on, she often played in the room, delighting the music-loving Ann.
Sometimes Ruth sang to her chum"s accompaniment. Ruth"s voice was so sweet, so true and tender, and she sang ballads with such feeling, that Ann often was glad it was dark in the room. The western girl considered it "soft" to weep, but Ruth"s singing brought the tears to her eyes.
Mercy Curtis even gave up her beloved books during the hour of these informal concerts. Other times she would have railed because she could not study. Mercy was as hungry for lessons as Heavy Stone was for layer-cake and macaroons.
"That"s all that"s left me," croaked the lame girl, when she was in one of her most difficult moods. "I"ll learn all there is to be learned. I"ll stuff my head full. Then, when other girls laugh at my crooked back and weak legs, I"ll shame "em by knowing more out of books."
"Oh, what a mean way to put it!" gasped Helen.
"I don"t care, Miss! You never had your back ache you and your legs go wabbly--No person with a bad back and such aches and pains as I have, was ever good-natured!"
"Think of Aunt Alvirah," murmured Ruth, gently.
"Oh, well--she isn"t just human!" gasped the lame girl.
"She is very human, I think," Ruth returned.
"No. She"s an angel. And no angel was ever called "Curtis,"" declared the other, her eyes snapping.
"But I believe there must be an angel somewhere named "Mercy,"" Ruth responded, still softly.
However, it was understood that Mercy was aiming to be the crack scholar of her cla.s.s. There was a scholarship to be won, and Mercy hoped to get it and to go to college two years later.
Even Jennie Stone declared she was going in for "extras."
"What, pray?" scoffed The Fox. "All your spare time is taken up in eating now, Miss."
"All right. I"ll go in for the heavyweight championship at table,"
declared the plump girl, good-naturedly. "At least, the result will doubtless be visible."
Ann began to wonder what she was studying for. All these other girls seemed to have some particular object. Was she going to school without any real reason for it?
Uncle Bill would be proud of her, of course. She practised a.s.siduously to perfect her piano playing. That was something that would show out in Bullhide and on the ranch. Uncle Bill would crow over her playing just as he did over her bareback riding.
But Ann was not entirely satisfied with these thoughts. Nor was she contented with the fact that she had begun to make her mates respect her.
There was something lacking.
She had half a mind to refuse Belle Tingley"s invitation to Cliff Island.
In her heart Ann believed she was included in the party because Belle would have been ashamed to ignore her, and Ruth would not have gone had Ann not been asked.
To tell the truth Ann was hungry for the girls to like her for herself--for some attribute of character which she honestly possessed. She had never had to think of such things before. In her western home it had never crossed her mind whether people liked her, or not. Everybody about Silver Ranch had been uniformly kind to her.
Belle"s holiday party was to be made up of the eight girls in the two quartette rooms, with Madge Steele, the senior; Madge"s brother, Bobbins, Tom Cameron, little Busy Izzy Phelps, and Belle"s own brothers.
"Of course, we"ve got to have the boys," declared Helen. "No fun without them."
Mercy had tried to beg off at first; then she had agreed to go, if she could take half a trunkful of books with her.
Briarwood girls were as busy as bees in June during these last few days of the first half. The second half was broken by the Easter vacation and most of the real hard work in study came before Christmas.
There was going to be a school play after Christmas, and the parts were given out before the holidays. Helen was going to play and Ruth to sing.
It did seem to Ann as though every girl was happy and busy but herself.
The last day of the term was in sight. There was to be the usual entertainment and a dance at night. The hall had to be trimmed with greens and those girls--of the junior and senior cla.s.ses--who could, were appointed to help gather the decorations.
"I don"t want to go," objected Ann.
"Goosie!" cried Helen. "Of course you do. It will be fun."
"Not for me," returned the ranch girl, grimly. "Do you see who is going to head the party? That Mitch.e.l.l girl. She"s always nasty to me."
"Be nasty to her!" snapped Mercy, from her corner.
"Now, Mercy!" begged Ruth, shaking a finger at the lame girl.
"I wouldn"t mind what Mitch.e.l.l says or does," sniffed The Fox.
"Fibber!" exclaimed Mercy.
"I never tell lies, Miss," said Mary c.o.x, tossing her head.
"Humph!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the somewhat spiteful Mercy, "do you call yourself a female George Washington?"
"No. Marthy Washington," laughed Heavy.
"Only her husband couldn"t lie," declared Mercy. "And at that, they say that somebody wished to change the epitaph on his tomb to read: "Here lies George Washington--for the first time!""
"Everybody is tempted to tell a fib some time," sighed Helen.
"And falls, too," exclaimed Mercy.
"I must say I don"t believe there ever was anybody but Washington that didn"t tell a lie. It"s awfully hard to be exactly truthful always," said Lluella. "You remember that time in the primary grade, just after we"d come here to Briarwood, Belle?"
"Do I?" laughed Belle Tingley. "You fibbed all right then, Miss."