It was late in the evening when she finished, and she had to put her work away in a hurry, because her mother sent Harriet to tell her she must go to bed; but all night long she lay only half asleep, and all the time conscious of joy to come in the morning.
She was up early, but had too much self-restraint to go to the acting-room till lessons were over. She was afraid of being disturbed and so having her pleasure spoilt. As soon as she could safely lock herself up, however, she took her treasure out. It was written on the precious half-sheets in queer little crabbed characters, very distinctly:--
Slips round the steady year, Days dawn and disappear, Winters and springs; March storms and clouds and rain, Till April once again Light with it brings.
Then comes the summer song, Birds in the woods prolong Day into night.
Hot after tepid showers Beats down this sun of ours, Upward the radiant flowers Look their delight.
O summer scents at noon!
O summer nights and moon!
Season of story.
Labour and love for ever Strengthen each hard endeavour, Now climb we up or never, Upward to glory!
Winter and summer past, Autumn has come at last, Hope in its keeping.
Beauty of tinted wood, Beauty of tranquil mood, Harvest of earned good Ripe for the reaping.
Thus on a torrid day Slipped my fond thoughts away, Book from thy pages.
Seasons of which I sing, Are they not like, my king, Thine own life"s minist"ring In all its stages?
First in the spring, I ween, Were all thy powers foreseen-- Storms sowed renown.
Then came thy summer climb, Then came thy golden-prime, Then came thy harvest-time, Bringing thy crown.
When Beth had read these lines, she doubled the half sheets on which they were written, and put them in her pocket deliberately. She was sitting on the acting-room floor at the moment, near the window.
"Now," she exclaimed, folding her delicate nervous hands on her lap, and looking up at the strip of sky above her, "now I shall be forgiven!"
It was dark at this time when the boys left school in the evening, and Beth stood at the back-gate waiting to waylay Sammy. He came trotting along by himself, and saw her as he approached, but did not attempt to escape. On the contrary, he stopped, but he had nothing to say; the relief of finding her friendly again was too great for words. Had she looked out, she might have seen him any day since the event, bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked as usual, prowling about, anxious to obtain a rea.s.suring smile from her on his way to and from school. It was not likely that he would lose the credit of being Beth Caldwell"s sweetheart if he could help it, just because she beat him. Already he had suffered somewhat in prestige because he had not been seen with her so often lately; and he had been quite as miserable in his own way, under the impression that she meant to cast him off, as she had in hers.
"Come in, Sammy," she cried, catching hold of his hand. "Come in, I"ve something to show you; but it"s too cold to sit in the wood-house, and we can"t have a light there either. Come up by the pump to the acting-room. I"ve fastened the door inside, and n.o.body can get in.
Come! I"ll show you the way."
Sammy followed her obediently and in silence, although somewhat suspiciously as usual; but she piloted him safely, and, once in the acting-room, with the candle lighted, he owned that it was jolly.
"Sammy, I _have_ been sorry," Beth began. "I"ve been quite miserable about--you know what. It was horrid of me."
"I told you scratch-cats were horrid," said Sammy solemnly.
"But I"ve done something to atone," Beth proceeded. "Something came to me all about you. You shall have it, Sammy, to keep. Just listen, and I"ll read it."
Sammy listened with his mouth and eyes open, but when she had done he shook his head. "You didn"t make that up yourself," he said decidedly.
"O Sammy! yes, I did," Beth protested, taken aback and much pained.
"No, I don"t believe you," said Sammy. "You got it out of a book.
You"re always trying to stuff me up."
"I"m not stuffing you, Sammy," said Beth, suddenly flaming. "I made it myself, every word of it. I tell you it came to me. It"s my own.
_You"ve got to believe it._"
Sammy looked about him. There was no escape by the door, because that led into the house, and Beth was between him and the window, with her brown hair dishevelled, and her big eyes burning.
"Well," he said, a politic desire to conciliate struggling with an imperative objection to be stuffed, "of course you made it yourself if you say so. But it"s all rot anyway."
The words slipped out unawares, and the moment he uttered them he ducked his head: but nothing happened. Then he looked up at Beth, and found her gazing hard at him, and as she did so the colour gradually left her cheeks and the light went out of her eyes. Slowly she gathered up her papers and put them into the hole in the roof. Then she sat on one of the steps which led down into the room, but she said nothing.
Sammy sat still in a tremor until the silence became too oppressive to be borne; then he fidgeted, then he got up, and looked longingly towards the window.
"I shall be late," he ventured.
Beth made no sign.
"When shall I see you again?" he recommenced, deprecatingly. "Will you be at the back-gate to-morrow?"
"No," she said shortly. "It"s too cold to wait for you."
"Then how shall I see you?" he asked, with a blank expression.
Beth reflected. "Oh, just whistle as you pa.s.s," she said at last, in an offhand way, "and I"ll come out if I feel inclined."
The next evening Mrs. Caldwell was taking her accustomed nap after dinner in her arm-chair by the fire in the dining-room, and Beth was sitting at the table dreaming, when she was suddenly startled by a long, loud, shrill whistle. Another and another of the most piercing quality followed in quick succession. Swiftly but cautiously she jumped up, and slipped into the drawing-room, which was all in darkness. There were outside shutters to the lower windows, but the drawing-room ones were not closed, so she looked out, and there was Sammy, standing with his innocent fat face as close to the dining-room shutters as he could hold it, with his fingers in his mouth, uttering shrill whistles loud and long and hard and fast enough to rouse the whole neighbourhood. Beth, impatient of such stupidity, returned to the dining-room and sat down again, leaving Sammy to his fate.
Presently Mrs. Caldwell started wide awake.
"What _is_ that noise, Beth?" she exclaimed.
"It seems to be somebody whistling outside," Beth answered in deep disgust. Then her exasperation got the better of her self-control, and she jumped up, and ran out to the kitchen.
"Harriet," she said between her clenched teeth, "go out and send that silly fool away."
Harriet hastened to obey; but at the opening of the front door, Sammy bolted.
The next evening he began again, however, as emphatically as before; but Beth could not stand such imbecility a second time, so she ran out of the back-gate, and seized Sammy.
"What are you doing there?" she cried, shaking him.
"Why, you told me to whistle," Sammy remonstrated, much aggrieved.
"Did I tell you to whistle like a railway engine?" Beth demanded scornfully. "You"ve no sense at all, Sammy. Go away!"
"Oh, do let"s come in, Beth," Sammy pleaded. "I"ve something to tell you."
"What is it?" said Beth ungraciously.
"I"ll tell you if you"ll let me come in."
"Well, come then," Beth answered impatiently, and led the way up over the roof to the acting-room. "What is it?" she again demanded, when she had lighted a sc.r.a.p of candle and seated herself on the steps. "I don"t believe it"s anything."