CHAPTER III
There came a day when Miss White"s little school in the garret was broken up. Mr. Ferguson declared that David and Blair needed a boot instead of a petticoat to teach them their Latin--and a few other things, too! He had found Mrs. Richie in tears because, under the big hawthorn in her own back yard, David had blacked Blair"s eye, and had himself achieved a b.l.o.o.d.y nose. Mrs. Richie was for putting on her things to go and apologize to Mrs.
Maitland, and was hardly restrained by her landlord"s snort of laughter.
"Next time I hope he"ll give him two black eyes, and Blair will loosen one of his front teeth!" said Mr. Ferguson.
David"s mother was speechless with horror.
"That"s the worst of trusting a boy to a good woman," he barked, knocking off his gla.s.ses angrily; "but I"ll do what I can to thwart you! I"ll make sure there isn"t any young-eyed cherubin business about David. He has got to go to boarding-school, and learn something besides his prayers. If somebody doesn"t rescue him from ap.r.o.n-strings, he"ll be a "very, very good young man"-- and then may the Lord have mercy on his soul!"
"I didn"t know anybody could be too good," Mrs. Richie ventured.
"A woman can"t be too good, but a man oughtn"t to be," her landlord instructed her.
David"s mother was too bewildered by such sentiments to protest-- although, indeed, Mr. Ferguson need not have been quite so concerned about David"s "goodness." This freckled, clear-eyed youngster, with straight yellow hair and good red cheeks, was just an honest, growly boy, who dropped his clothes about on the floor of his room, and whined over his lessons, and bl.u.s.tered largely when out of his mother"s hearing; furthermore, he had already experienced his first stogie--with a consequent pallor about the gills that scared Mrs. Richie nearly to death. But Robert Ferguson"s jeering reference to ap.r.o.n-strings resulted in his being sent to boarding school. Blair went with him, "rescued"
from the goodwoman regime of Cherry-pie"s instruction by Mr.
Ferguson"s advice to Mrs. Maitland; "although," Robert Ferguson admitted, candidly, "he doesn"t need it as poor David does; his mother wouldn"t know how to make a Miss Nancy of him, even if she wanted to!" Then, with a sardonic guess at Mrs. Richie"s unspoken thought, he added that Mrs. Maitland would not dream of going to live in the town where her son was at school. "She has sense enough to know that Blair, or any other boy worth his salt, would hate his mother if she tagged on behind," said Mr. Ferguson; "of course you would never think of doing such a thing, either," he ended, ironically.
"Of course not," said Mrs. Richie, faintly. So it was that, a.s.sisted by her landlord, David"s mother thrust her one chicken out into the world unprotected by her hovering wing. About the time Miss White lost her two masculine pupils, the girls began to go to a day-school in Mercer, Cherry-pie"s entire deposition as a teacher being brought about because, poor lady! she fumbled badly when it came to a critical moment with Elizabeth. It all grew out of one of the child"s innumerable squabbles with David--she got along fairly peaceably with Blair. She and Nannie had been comparing pigtails, and David had a.s.serted that Elizabeth"s hair was "the nicest"; which so gratified her that she first hugged him violently, and then invited him to take her out rowing.
"I"ll pay for the boat!" she said, and pirouetted around the room, keeping time with:
""Oh, that will be joyful, joyful, joyful!
Oh, that will be--"
"Uncle gave me a dollar yesterday," she interrupted herself, breathlessly.
To this David, patiently straightening his collar after that ecstatic embrace, objected; but his magnanimity was lessened by his explanation that he wasn"t going to have any _girl_ pay for him! This ruffled Elizabeth"s pride for a moment; however, she was not averse to saving her dollar, so everything was arranged. David was to row her to Willis"s, a country tavern two miles down the river, where, as all middle-aged Mercer will remember, the best jumbles in the world could be purchased at the agreeable price of two for a cent. Elizabeth, who was still congratulating herself on having "nicer hair than Nannie," and who loved the river (and the jumbles), was as punctual as a clock in arriving at the covered bridge where at the toll-house wharf they were to meet and embark. She had even been so forehanded as to bargain with Mrs. Todd for the hire of the skiff, in which she immediately seated herself, the tiller-ropes in her hands, all ready for David to take the oars. "And I"ve waited, and waited, and waited!" she told herself angrily, as she sat there in the faintly rocking skiff. And after an hour of waiting, what should she see but David Richie racing on the bridge with Blair Maitland! He had just simply forgotten his engagement! (Elizabeth was so nearly a young lady that she said "engagement.")
"I"ll never forgive him," she said, and the dimple hardened in her cheek. Sitting in the boat, she looked up at the two boys, David in advance, a young, lithe figure, in cotton small-clothes and jersey, leaping in great, beautiful strides, on and on and on, his face glowing, his eyes like stars; then, alas, he gave a downward glance and there was Elizabeth, waiting fiercely in the skiff! His "engagement" came back to him; there was just one astonished, faltering instant; and in it, of course, Blair shot ahead! It must be confessed that in his rage at being beaten David promptly forgot Elizabeth again, for though she waited still a little longer for him and his apology, no David appeared, he and Blair being occupied in wrangling over their race. She went home in a slowly gathering pa.s.sion. _David had forgotten her!_ "He likes Blair better than me; he"d rather race with another boy than go out in a boat with me; and I said I"d pay for it--and I"ve only got one dollar in the whole world!" At that stab of self-pity a tear ran down the side of her nose (and she was still a whole block away from home!); when it reached her lip, she was obliged to put her tongue out furtively and lick it away. But repression made the outbreak, when it came, doubly furious. She burst in upon Miss White, her dry eyes blazing with rage.
"He made me wait; he didn"t come; I hate him. I"ll never speak to him again. He hurt my feelings. He is a beast."
"Elizabeth! You mustn"t use such unladylike words! When I was a young lady I never even heard such words. Oh, my lamb, if you don"t control your temper, something dreadful will happen to you some day!"
"I hope something dreadful will happen to him some day," said Elizabeth. And with that came the tears--a torrential rain, through which the lightning played and the thunder crashed. Miss White in real terror, left her, to get some smelling-salts, and the instant she was alone Elizabeth ran across the room and stood before her mirror; then she took a pair of scissors in her shaking hand and hacked off lock after lock, strand after strand, of her shining hair. When it was done, she looked at the russet stubble that was left with triumphant rage. "There, now! I guess he won"t think my hair is nicer than Nannie"s any more. I _hate_ him!" she said, and laughed out loud, her vivid face wet and quivering.
Miss White, hurrying in, heard the laugh, and stood transfixed: "Elizabeth!" The poor, ugly, shorn head, the pile of gleaming hair on the bureau, the wicked, tear-stained, laughing face brought the poor lady"s heart into her throat. "Elizabeth!" she faltered again; and Elizabeth ran and flung her arms about her neck.
"David forgot all about me," she sobbed. "He is always hurting my feelings! And I can"t _bear_ to have my feelings hurt. Oh, Cherry-pie, kiss me! Kiss me!"
That was the end of the outburst; the ensuing penitence was unbridled and temporary. The next morning she waylaid David to offer him some candy, which he took with serene unconsciousness of any bad behavior on his part.
"Awfully sorry I forgot about Willis"s," he said casually; and took a hearty handful of candy.
Elizabeth, looking into the nearly empty box, winced; then said, bravely, "Take some more." He took a good deal more.
"David, I--I"m sorry I cut my hair."
"Why, I didn"t notice," David said, wrinkling up his freckled nose and glancing at her with some interest. "It looks awfully, doesn"t it?"
"David, don"t tell your mother, will you? She looks so sort of horrified when I"ve been provoked. It almost makes me mad again,"
Elizabeth said, candidly.
"Materna thinks it"s dreadful in you."
"Do you mind about my hair?" Elizabeth asked.
David laughed uproariously. "Why on earth should _I_ mind?
If I were a girl, you bet I"d keep my hair cut."
"Do you forgive me?" she said, in a whisper; "if you don"t forgive me, I shall die."
"Forgive you?" said David, astonished, his mouth full of candy; "why, it"s nothing to me if you cut off your hair. Only I shouldn"t think you"d want to look so like "Sam Hill." But I tell you what, Elizabeth; you"re too thin-skinned. What"s the use of getting mad over every little thing?"
"It wasn"t so very little, to be forgotten."
"Well, yes; I suppose you were disappointed, but--"
Elizabeth"s color began to rise. "Oh, I wasn"t so terribly disappointed. You needn"t flatter yourself. I simply don"t like to be insulted."
"Ah, now, Elizabeth," he coaxed, "there you go again!"
"No, I don"t. I"m _not_ angry. Only--you went with Blair; you didn"t want--" she choked, and flew back into the house, deaf to his clumsy and troubled explanations.
In Miss White"s room, Elizabeth announced her intention of entering a convent, and it was then that Cherry-pie fumbled: she took the convent seriously! The next morning she broke the awful news to Elizabeth"s uncle. It was before breakfast, and Mr.
Ferguson--who had not time to read his Bible for pressure of business--had gone out into the grape-arbor in his narrow garden to feed the pigeons. There was a crowd of them about his feet, their rimpling, iridescent necks and soft gray bosoms pushing and jostling against one another, and their pink feet actually touching his boots. When Miss White burst out at him, the pigeons rose in startled flight, and Mr. Ferguson frowned.
"And she says," Miss White ended, almost in tears--"she says she is going to enter a convent immejetly!"
"My dear Miss White," said Elizabeth"s uncle, grimly, "there"s no such luck."
Miss White positively reeled. Then he explained, and Cherry-pie came nearer to her employer in those ten minutes than in the ten years in which she had looked after his niece. "I don"t care about Elizabeth"s temper; she"ll get over that. And I don"t care a continental about her hair or her religion; she can wear a wig or be a Mohammedan if it keeps her straight. She has a bad inheritance, Miss White; I would be only too pleased to know that she was shut up in a convent, safe and sound. But this whim isn"t worth talking about."
Miss White retired, nibbling with horror, and that night Robert Ferguson went in to tell his neighbor his worries.
"What _am_ I to do with her?" he groaned. "She cut off her hair?" Mrs. Richie repeated, astounded; "but why? How perfectly irrational!"
"Don"t say "how irrational"; say "how Elizabeth.""
"I wish she would try to control her temper," Mrs. Richie said, anxiously.
But Mr. Ferguson was not troubled about that. "She"s vain; that"s what worries me. She cried all afternoon about her hair."
"She needs a stronger hand than kind Miss White"s," Mrs. Richie said; "why not send her to school?" And the hara.s.sed uncle sighed with relief at the idea, which was put into immediate execution.
With growing hair and the wholesome companionship of other girls, of course the ascetic impulse died a natural death; but the temper did not die. It only hid itself under that sense of propriety which is responsible for so much of our good behavior.
When it did break loose, the child suffered afterward from the consciousness of having made a fool of herself--which is a wholesome consciousness so far as it goes--but it did not go very far with Elizabeth; she never suffered in any deeper way. She took her temper for granted; she was not complacent about it; she did not credit it to "temperament," she was merely matter of fact; she said she "couldn"t help it." "I don"t want to get mad,"