"Why, I think it excellent," declared Zaidee. "You see, we should both be questioned. It"s awfully tiresome to have to tell an occurrence over and over and Mrs. Barrington would carry conviction. I hope you won"t mind, Marguerite. See what it is to be a heroine."
"I was nearly killed with Miss Nevins and wouldn"t it be a good thing to refer curious people to Mrs. Barrington?"
Marguerite glanced up with a half smile.
"We have to pay the penalty for any unusual happenings," said their father. "I think I should feel interested if this had occurred in the home of a neighbor. So we will not set it down to idle curiosity. Even _I_ had to be convinced that it was not mere hearsay."
As they were leaving the room Miss Crawford said in a low tone, "Margaret--don"t you need some shopping or planning done?"
"Thank you, Kate. You have been a true sister all these years. I took Marguerite and some material to Madame Blauvelt this morning. She thought that green cloth would make a very becoming suit and the lavender grey. They will not go out much this winter now that the holidays are over, and they are too young."
Miss Crawford only said, "Oh, very well."
The mother had a half guilty feeling as if she had unduly a.s.serted herself, yet she was inexpressibly happy.
There were calls in the afternoon and Zaidee sat alone in her room leaning her chin on her hand and glancing out of the window.
In a way she had been the family heroine.
The twin sister who might have been so dear had been wrenched out of her life. She had thought of her, dreamed of her, although she had been well content to fill the place of an only daughter with this faint shadow of sorrow hanging over her; and suddenly, she had been uprooted, flung aside as it were, and another had stepped into her place. She did not like it. If it had been from the beginning! If it had come about some other way. If someone had sent from that Western town. Would the girls who had held themselves above the Boyd connection feel mortified at many of the comments they had made? She was glad she had held up some supposit.i.tious cases; though, truth to tell, Zaidee felt too secure of her own standing to need any propping, and there was a strand of independence in her character, but she had been first all her life and in a curious fashion she would lose that eminence.
Of course, in time she would love Marguerite. One could not do it in a moment. That was the salve she was applying to her conscience. When they had known each other for months, learned and respected each others"
peculiarities, love would come. She had not felt inclined to fling herself in Lilian Boyd"s arms, and she had almost doubted at first. So had Aunt Kate.
Zaidee would have scouted the thought of jealousy, and if it had been suggested would have denied it vehemently. Neither was she given to a.n.a.lysis. Her temperament was rather volatile and pleasure loving. The things that suited her she enjoyed, the others she pa.s.sed by indifferently. She did like to be made much of, and she thought she was worthy of preference. She had beauty, good nature and a heedless sort of generosity and wealth. In a certain way she saw the benefit of that quite as much as Alice Nevins though she did not esteem it the chief good.
Major Crawford came in from his walk just at dusk.
"Letters!" holding it up. "A thick packet--one for each of us, I think."
Zaidee had been waiting for Aunt Kate to come up stairs, as the last caller had gone. She was lonely after this long communing with herself.
"If there is not one for me I shall go to bed and cry," she declared as she followed to her mother"s room. Aunt Kate had been detailing some of the pleasant neighborhood news.
Yes--each one was directed. Willard had not omitted one member of the household. He was in Washington and had come just in time for some of the grand occasions. Sat.u.r.day he was to board his vessel and by Wednesday, at the farthest, they were to start on their three years"
pilgrimage. But to each one some tenderness exclusively for herself. To Zay he recalled many of their joys during the summer time, little events they were glad to hold together and the blessed news of their mother.
"There will never be anything quite like that," she thought to herself.
"And there is no one else--Aunt Kate never felt afraid to trust us, and of course, he will grow older, find a sweetheart perhaps, and I may have a lover; girls of nineteen do. Up to this time he has cared the most for me."
Marguerite turned to the window though the gas had been lighted. There was no past to refer to, only the sweet, tender hopes of the future. It touched her deeply. No one had ever written her such a letter before.
And that he was her brother and would write again and again. She must strive to deserve this love and confidence, grow up into the fine character he had pictured for her. Vincent had sent her fond messages in his mother"s letter but she did not know him and he could not come so near.
Zay read some of hers aloud, but she wondered a little what he could find to say so much of to Marguerite. She had not the courage to show it to her mother, even, it seemed so sacred to her. Oh, could she reach the heights he had indicated?
Marguerite did shrink from the ordeal of Sat.u.r.day evening. She had kept rigorously to the position of Mrs. Boyd"s daughter but how would she meet these girls who had held aloof in her poverty and proffered cordiality now, because she was Major Crawford"s daughter! She could not get over a little hurt feeling, for surely she was the same person. She almost despised the money and the position. But there was the grand and tender love. Ah, that was worth a great deal.
By Sat.u.r.day noon all the girls had come in. There were merry greetings, recapitulations of the holiday times and the gifts they had received and some of them heard for the first time the change in Lilian Boyd"s life.
"I always liked her," said Isabel Gordon, "only you couldn"t get on with her. She allowed you to come so far and no farther. And she was a most excellent student and very ready to help anyone. I don"t think you girls need ever felt afraid of her presuming and now I suppose you will all go down to her."
Miss Gordon"s voice had a touch of indignation.
"I shall pay her the respect due her standing, of course," said another, "I was always polite to her in the cla.s.ses.
"And, Louie Howe, you know you persuaded that Nevins" girl to write that hateful letter to her, when she had been so good and taken so much pains with her."
"I didn"t _persuade_," rejoined Louie, angrily.
"You said you were sure Mrs. Nevins wouldn"t approve of the friendship--yes I think you _did_ suggest the letter and Miss Nevins slipped back woefully. How many of us would have taken her into grace again? And I know Mrs. Barrington held Miss Boyd in high esteem."
"She thought she would make a fine teacher; so, of course, she pushed her along."
"Oh, Louie!" in deprecating tones.
"Well, you may all go down to her. I shan"t object. She can"t hold a candle to Zaidee."
"Oh, Zay is a darling!"
"I wonder how she takes it. She has always been a little Queen and her aunt thinks the sun rises and sets in her and sweeps the very stars out of sight; and Zay isn"t a bit puffed up or arrogant, but she does want people to love and admire her. And now that her mother has recovered sufficiently to go into society again I am afraid Zay won"t like to share her."
"Miss Marguerite isn"t handsome and Zay is a beauty, and the least vain of any pretty girl that I ever met."
"It"s funny for twins not to look more alike, but there"s something n.o.ble about her, and she has the same lovely complexion. What she needs is more color."
The carriage drove around; Mrs. Barrington welcomed them both warmly.
Marguerite was in a light evening dress that made her look much younger and her hair had been becomingly arranged by the maid. All the girls were summoned to the drawing room and Mrs. Barrington entered with her most delightful air.
"Young ladies," she began, "I have a new scholar to introduce to your circle, Miss Marguerite Crawford, the lost child of Major and Mrs.
Crawford, supposed to have been killed in the sad accident fifteen years ago. Mrs. Boyd"s baby was killed and she, mistaking the nurse who was killed for the mother, out of pity, took the child. Her health was not very good when she came here and it failed gradually. Then she thought she ought to take some steps that the child might be able to trace her relatives, if she had any. You may have all heard the story, which has been proved beyond a doubt, and she has found the most cordial welcome in her own family. I hope you will all rejoice with her, though I had resolved if no claimant were found, to keep her here as my own. I hope you will unite with me in giving her the warmest of welcomes in your circle as ambitious students. I thought you might like to meet her in her new relation to us before the real work of next week began."
There was a moment"s silence, then Miss Gordon stepped forward and clasped her hand.
"I think we all rejoice in your good fortune; also, that we are not to lose you. It is a beautiful and happy romance and Mrs. Barrington"s plans for you would have been fully deserved if something so much more delightful had not happened. Believe me, I shall always be glad to have known you."
There was an instant confusion of voices and a throng gathering about her. Zaidee stood beside her looking proud and happy as congratulations poured in upon her. The cordial acceptance did touch her. She was glad to begin her new life by being friendly with them all.
Presently they went out to the dining room and it was quite a festive occasion. Zaidee was bright and charming, and endeared herself more than ever to the girls. No one should say she had a grudging thought.
Phillipa Rosewald proposed drinking toasts to her, even if it was only in water, and much girlish wit and laughter went round.
"Why it"s been a delightful party," several of them declared. "Mrs.
Barrington, how can we thank you?"
"By being cordial and helpful with each other and holding fast to the divine truths that shape character and will make you admirable women capable of filling the best and highest positions in life; and, remember, there is nothing more satisfactory in the world than true and generous friendship."
Phillipa rescued Zay from the overwhelming kissing and hugs.
"Oh, my dear, isn"t it all wonderful? Why you didn"t write half of it to me! And I laughed over your little scare of scarlet fever. Louie had a mental attack, I think. She went almost crazy, but I fancy she won"t blow on us. It was a silly thing to do, but see here--" and she twisted a ring around her finger. "A diamond, sure enough, but I can"t be engaged until I"ve graduated. It"s just awful, and only a little stolen bit in his sister"s letters to me. But he thinks he"ll plan a way to see me at Easter, even if he has to come here. So the old woman didn"t miss it there! And I do wonder how you"ll like a sister? You spoiled little midget!"