"Well," breathed her astounded room-mate, "you are the queerest girl I ever saw, and you say the oddest things. I--I don"t know what to think."
"I don"t mean to say odd things. I am truly sorry, and I wish you would believe me."
The plaintive voice was too much for the haughty Chrystobel, and with a quick spring she scrambled out of bed and groped her way to where Tabitha lay curled under the covers, saying with more real feeling than her companion had given her credit for, "I do believe you, and I am just as sorry as you are for my actions--sorrier, for I was to blame for the whole fuss. I _am_ a selfish pig, but no one ever dared to tell me that before, so I have gone on being thoughtless and unkind and horrid. I have no brothers or sisters at home to share things with, and I have always had my own way until I"ve come to expect it from everybody, I am afraid. Forgive me, Tabitha, I never knew before how really selfish I was."
Chrystobel"s arms had encircled Tabitha in an impulsive embrace, and before the astonished girl had recovered her breath sufficiently for a reply, there was a quick kiss pressed upon her lips, and Chrystobel had slipped away in the dark to her own bed.
For a moment Tabitha lay motionless on her pillow, almost too surprised for utterance at this turn of affairs; then she smiled happily in the dark and whispered shyly, "I don"t hate you, Chrystobel. I didn"t mean all those hateful things I said to you. I was mad and that"s why I spoke that way. I--I--love you."
"Then I"m glad," came the joyful answer through the blackness of the room, "I take back all the mean things I said about you, too, Tabitha. I am sure we are going to be splendid friends."
"So am I. Good-night, Chrystobel!"
"Good-night, Tabitha!"
A great peace descended upon both hearts, and the two girls drifted away to happy dreams, their differences forgiven and forgotten.
Oh, no, they did not become saints on the spot; they were only human beings like the rest of us, and many and frequent were the girlish squabbles that marred the serenity of those happy school days, but they honestly tried to do better, and that is half the battle. Chrystobel _was_ selfish and Tabitha _was_ a pepperpot, and neither of those faults is easily overcome, but thanks to the common sense of the kindly princ.i.p.al and her staff of teachers, the battle was not unsuccessfully waged.
Tabitha soon became a favorite among her mates, who were quick to discover the sweet spirit under the fierce, hot temper, and quick to feel the lonely girl"s craving for affection. Understanding that her home life had never been as glad and joyous as theirs, they one and all strove to make the new surroundings bright and beautiful, succeeding so well that gradually Tabitha forgot her old griefs and vexations, and blossomed into a serene loveliness that captivated both teachers and mates.
The name which Bertha had given her the day of her arrival clung, and Kitty she became to the whole school,--the mascot of the second floor.
At one time this t.i.tle would have been an added affliction to her over-sensitive nature, but Tabitha was growing wise, and was learning that people do not care how ugly one"s name may be, if the heart is good and beautiful. True, she had not ceased to mourn because other girls were blessed with the pretty names which had been denied her, but she was beginning to understand the sentiment:
"Laugh, and the world laughs with you, Weep, and you weep alone; For the poor old earth has to borrow its mirth, It has troubles enough of its own."
CHAPTER XVI
MADAME"S ADVICE
One bright, warm, November day--for such days are the usual order in sunny California--Tabitha stood at the little window in one end of the long corridor, looking disconsolately down into the garden, shimmering in its rain-washed greenness, and thinking of the approaching holidays and her own slender purse. The other girls were making such elaborate gifts for each other, to say nothing of the beautiful things laid by for the home folks and friends, and she felt keenly the fact that she would have so little to offer. To be sure, there were few to remember outside the school circle of girls and teachers, but she longed as never before to do as the others did and have what they had.
"Oh, dear," she sighed, "it"s hard to be pinched _all_ the time! I wish I could have as much money to spend as even Mercedes has, and that isn"t a great deal, either. Here I have only five dollars for Christmas, and there are about twenty girls, who, I know, are going to give me something, besides the other people I want to remember--Tom and the Vanes and Carrie"s mother and father. They are always giving me something beautiful, and I never have anything for them but home-made candy. There is Aunt Maria, too. I would like to send her a little something so she won"t think I have forgotten her; and then--Dad--but he won"t expect anything or care. I don"t suppose he will even remember that it is Christmas. Oh, hum! I wish there wasn"t such a a day!"
"Such a day as what?" asked a soft, sweet voice behind her, and an arm crept gently, almost shyly around her waist.
"Oh, Madame DuBois!" cried the startled girl, looking up into the winning brown eyes of the little French teacher. "Did you hear what I said? I was wishing there was no Christmas Day."
"No Christmas Day!" echoed the scandalized woman with charming accent, "Ah, zat is ze Christ"s birthday!"
"I was very wicked," murmured Tabitha, humbly. "I didn"t stop to think how we happen to have that holiday. I was mourning because I have not as much to spend for pretty things as the other girls have."
"Oh, but zat is very wrong!" protested her companion, shaking her head in a disapproving fashion. "You Americans sink only of how much money you spend for Christmas and if your gift to your friend cost as much as ze one she give you. Zat isn"t _gift_! Zat is exchange. One should give only from ze happiness of ze heart. If ze pocketbook is flat, zen pick a little flower, write a little letter, give a merry smile. All true friends like zat better zan silk dresses or gold watches. Do you forget one of your great poets has said:
"Not what we give but what we share, For ze gift without ze giver is bare.""
"I see what you mean, Madame," said Tabitha slowly. "Folks think too much about the cost of their gifts, instead of the spirit in which they are given. But wouldn"t you feel badly if you knew that fifteen or twenty girls were planning splendid things for you and there was only five dollars to buy remembrances for all of them, besides the other friends? Ca.s.sandra told me yesterday that Bertha Peck is embroidering a silk scarf for me, and here I haven"t a thing for her!"
Madame smiled indulgently at the tragic tones, and gently shook the slender maid, as she answered, "Wie, I understand some how you feel, Tabitha; but it isn"t worth fretting about. A little handkerchief, a card maybe--"
"One can"t get a really nice handkerchief for even two bits, and it would take my whole five dollars for just the girls alone. I would have nothing left for Tom or the rest."
The little French woman was silent for a moment, and a deep frown wrinkled her usually placid brow; then she impulsively caught Tabitha"s brown hands in her own and skipped joyfully as if she, too, were a girl in her teens, exclaiming excitedly, "I have it--zat what you say? You crochet. I have seen you sometimes when you study and I wonder how you count ze st.i.tches and learn, too, but you always have your lessons well."
Tabitha"s face flushed with pleasure at this unexpected praise, and she laughingly replied, "Oh, I can"t always. It is just when I am memorizing something or learning French conjugations. Now with algebra, I have to use my hands as well as my brains."
"Sly-boots! But you make pretty sings with your crochet hook--ze lace on Carrie"s collar, n"est pas?"
"Yes, I made that for her birthday. Mrs. Vane taught me how last year in Silver Bow so I wouldn"t be so lonely."
"It takes only a little time?"
"Not very long now. I have made so much of it I can almost do it in my sleep, and I can pick up new patterns from magazines by myself."
"Good! I, too, crochet--many sings once. I show you how if you wish."
"Oh, thank you, Madame DuBois! I shall be glad to learn."
"It is six, seven weeks before Christmas Day, and in zat time lots can be done. Come now to my room and we plan out zat five dollars--if you like--spend it on paper." She hurried the amazed girl down the long hall to her cozy room and was soon deeply absorbed in making out lists and figuring the cost of material.
"There are twenty-one girls I should like in particular to remember,"
said Tabitha, curiously watching every movement of her companion. "I wish I had something for each scholar. And five people in Silver Bow, and Tom in Reno, and--I wish Miss Pomeroy didn"t limit us to such a little bit for the teachers."
"Ah, but she is wise!" laughed Madame, rapidly turning the pages in a fancy-work book. "See, here is what I mean. Twenty ties like zat take so little time and are so pretty and very acceptable. Every girl this day likes such sings. One spool of cotton thread, very fine, makes four or five, maybe more; a little sc.r.a.p of linen to mount it on, and voila! a beautiful little gift that cost much at the store. Watch me now, how I do it." She caught up her crochet hook and thread, and deftly, swiftly, traced the delicate little pattern that Tabitha might see how it was done.
"That looks so easy," murmured the girl, watching the flying fingers with fascinated eyes. "I believe I could do it already."
"Yes? But you take the book to be sure. The directions are easy. That settles the girls except maybe the little friend, Carrie. How would she like some slippers? I make them very pretty and they cost so little; two or three skeins of yarn for one pair and the soles are cheap, too."
"That would be fine for Carrie--and for Chrystobel. Ca.s.sandra says she has something beautiful for me, but Chrystie threatened to give her nothing for Christmas if she told; so she has managed to keep it secret so far."
"Ca.s.sandra has a lively tongue," laughed Madame, "and she finds it hard to control. Now for the rest of your friends, how would calendars do?
You make beautiful water-coloring. Miss White shows me her pretty work, and always zere is one of your drawings. Cardboard is easy to get; a little bunch of flowers or some ozer design in colors, maybe a picture of yourself, and zat makes a nice gift."
"I had thought of pictures at first, but good ones cost so much that I couldn"t get enough to go around."
"Pictures? Photographs, you mean. But maybe some friend has a camera and will take a--what you call it?--snap-shot? I know such a boy. He does excellent work and I am sure Miss Pomeroy will let you go there some day with me. He charges very low. I sink one dollar would be all. Zen see! You have still one dollar and a half left out of your five dollars to buy ribbon, tissue paper, Christmas cards, postals or what you will, and all your friends are planned for."
Tabitha stared at the neat list with unbelieving eyes, then with a little jump of delight, she threw both arms around Madame"s neck, crying happily, "Oh, you darling, you witch! I have been wondering and puzzling for a week to know how I could possibly get thirty-three presents out of five dollars, but it looks as easy as _a, b, c_, now. Thank you a thousand times! I am going to begin right away on my gifts, so everything will surely be finished in time."
"But you must attend to the lessons first," warned the teacher, shaking her finger playfully at the excited girl.
"Oh, I will, I surely will," she promised, gathering up book and papers.
"I am so glad this is Sat.u.r.day, for I can commence work at once. All my Monday"s lessons are learned, Chrystobel and Ca.s.sandra have gone home for Sunday, and there is nothing to interfere."