"What nonsense you"re talking! What do you mean?" asked Gwethyn, laughing in spite of herself.
"It"s the sad and solemn truth. Laura Browne, regardless of her appointment with you, is now walking round the kitchen-garden arm-in-arm with another love, and gazing admiringly into her eyes. Your image is wiped from her memory; you are a broken idol, a faded flower, a past episode, a thing of yesterday!"
"For goodness" sake, stop ragging!"
"Well, if you prefer it in plain prose, you"re superseded by Phyllis Lowman. She"s Mrs. Franklin"s niece, and comes occasionally to spend a few days here. She arrived just after dinner. We"re not keen on her in the school, but Laura truckles to her to curry favour with Mother Franklin. During her visit the pair will be inseparable, and your poor plaintive nose will be absolutely out of joint."
"I don"t believe you!" flared Gwethyn.
"Oh, all right! Go and see for yourself! It isn"t I who exaggerate!" and with a malicious little laugh the Toadstool beat a retreat.
There were a few minutes left before afternoon school, so Gwethyn, tired of waiting, took a run round the garden. Alas! Githa had spoken the truth. Wandering amongst the gooseberry bushes she met her missing friend, in company with a stranger. They were linked arm-in-arm, and their heads were pressed closely together. As they pa.s.sed Gwethyn, Laura"s eyes showed not a trace even of recognition, much less apology or regret.
"I"ve been simply vegetating till you came here again, Phyllis darling!
I"m living to-day! You sweetest!"
The words, in Laura"s most honied tones, were wafted back as the pair walked towards the house. Gwethyn looked after them and stamped.
"So that"s Laura Browne and her fine friendship! Well, I"ve done with her from to-day. She won"t catch me having anything more to say to her.
I really think this is the limit! I couldn"t have believed it of her if I hadn"t seen it. The utter sneak!"
Phyllis Lowman spent three days at Aireyholme, during which period Laura was her slave and bond-servant. When she returned home, the latter turned her attention again to her first love. But Gwethyn would have none of her, and received her advances in so cavalier a fashion that she gave up the futile attempt at reconciliation. The other members of the Fifth enjoyed the little comedy. It was what they had expected.
"Gwethyn was bound to be "Laura-ridden" at first," laughed Susie Parker.
"It"s the inevitable. Laura"s new friendships have to run their course like measles. This has only been a short business, and now we may consider Gwethyn disinfected!"
No longer monopolized by Laura, Gwethyn began to make friends with other girls, and was soon a favourite in the Fifth. Her love of fun, and readiness to give and take, commended her to the form, and on her side she much preferred to be ordinary chums with her comrades, than to be offered a slavish and rather ridiculous worship, such as Laura had tendered.
Since their very trying experiences in the High Street, the Marsdens had begged Miss Aubrey to allow them to abandon that particular subject, and begin another sketch in some more retired place, where spectators would not come to look over their shoulders. Miss Aubrey herself disliked working in the midst of a crowd, so she readily agreed, and at their next painting lesson announced that she had found the very spot to suit them. Nan Beth.e.l.l, Gladwin Riley, and Coralie Nelson were to join the cla.s.s that afternoon. Viola, Dorrie, and Diana were also extremely anxious to go, but Mrs. Franklin would not spare her best matriculation students, and sternly set them to work at mathematics instead, much to their disgust. t.i.ta Gray, Hilda Smart, and Ellaline d.i.c.kens, the remaining members of the Sixth, were detained by music lessons with a master who came over weekly from Carford. Only five fortunate ones sallied forth, therefore, with Miss Aubrey. The subject which their teacher had chosen was not far off, though rather out of the way.
Standing back from the village, at the end of a long lane, was a rambling old house known as "The Grange". It lay low, in a somewhat damp spot close to the river, faced north, and had no particular view. Owing, no doubt, to these drawbacks, and to its inconvenient situation, it had been unlet for several years, and as the owner did not seem inclined to spend money on repairs, its dilapidated condition held out little promise of a new tenant. To anyone anxious for seclusion no more suitable retreat could be found: the long leafy lane which led to its rusty iron gate, the thickness of its surrounding plantation, the tall shrubs in the garden, which almost touched the windows, all seemed so many barriers to discourage the public, and to keep the lonely dwelling apart from the outside world. To the girls it looked mysterious, and it was with almost a creepy feeling that they opened the creaking gate, and made their way through the tangled garden. Everything seemed as overgrown and as quiet as in the palace of the Sleeping Beauty; not a face to be seen at the windows, nor a footstep to be heard in the grounds; the flower-beds were a ma.s.s of rank weeds, the paths were covered with gra.s.s, and the lawn was a hayfield. In the prime of their beauty, however, were the lilac bushes; they had thriven with neglect, and were covered with ma.s.ses of exquisite blossom, scenting the whole air, and making the garden a purple Paradise.
"The place ought to be called "Lilac Grange"!" said Katrine admiringly.
"It"s a perfect show at present. Are we to paint them?"
"I"m afraid they would prove rather difficult. I have an easier subject for you round at the back," said Miss Aubrey, leading the way to the rear of the house, where a timbered dovecote stood in the old paved courtyard. With its black beams and carved doorway, it seemed of much greater antiquity than the Grange itself, which had probably been rebuilt on the site of an older structure. Miss Aubrey found a favourable view where the afternoon sunshine cast warm shadows upon the lichen-stained plaster, and she at once set her pupils to work, to catch the effect before the light changed.
"What a harbour of refuge this is!" declared Gwethyn, haunted by memories of the High Street. "There isn"t a single child to come and disturb us. I call this absolute bliss."
"And a ripping subject!" agreed Katrine.
For a long time the girls worked away quietly, pa.s.sing an occasional remark, but too busy to talk. At last the Marsdens, who drew more quickly than their comrades, had reached a stage at which it was impossible to continue without advice. Miss Aubrey was sketching the lilac round the corner, so leaving their easels they went in search of her. Not sorry to stretch their limbs for a few minutes, they decided first to take a run round the garden. It would be fun to explore, and Katrine would get rid of the pins and needles in her foot. Under the lanky laurel bushes and overgrown rose arches, along a swampy little path by the river, through a broken green-house, and back across a nettle-covered terrace. Not a soul to be seen about the whole place. It was peaceful as a palace of dreams.
Stop! What was that rustling among the leaves? There was a movement under the lilac bushes, and a slight figure stepped out into the sunshine.
"Githa Hamilton! Whatever are you doing here?" exclaimed the girls.
The pale little Toadstool looked more surprised than pleased at the meeting.
"I may return the compliment, and ask what you are doing here?" she parried.
"We"re sketching with Miss Aubrey."
"And I"m--amusing myself! My time"s my own after school is over."
She spoke aggressively, almost belligerently. To judge from her appearance, no one would have imagined that she had been amusing herself. The redness of her eyes suggested crying.
"I"m going home now for tea," she snapped. "I left my bicycle by the gate."
When Katrine"s and Gwethyn"s drawings had been duly corrected by their teacher, and they had settled down again for the final half-hour"s work, they mentioned this meeting with Githa to Coralie, who was sitting close by.
"What was the queer child doing?" asked Katrine. "I thought she seemed rather caught. She glared at us as if she wished us at Timbuctoo."
"Oh! was Githa here? Well, you see, it used to be her old home. Her grandfather owned the Grange. She and her brother were orphans, and lived with him; then, when he died, they had to go to an uncle, and the house was to let. Everybody thinks they were treated very hardly. Old Mr. Ledbury had promised to provide for them (they were his daughter"s children), but when the will was read there was no mention of them. No one could understand how it was that he had left them without a penny.
He had always seemed so fond of them. Their uncle, Mr. Wilfred Ledbury, who inherited everything, took them to live with him, rather on sufferance. The boy is at a boarding-school, but I don"t think Githa has a particularly nice time at The Gables."
"What an atrocious shame!" exploded Gwethyn.
"Oh! don"t misunderstand me. They"re not exactly unkind to her. She"s sent to school at Aireyholme, and she"s always quite nicely dressed; she has her bicycle, and she may keep her pets in the stable. Only her uncle just ignores her, and her aunt isn"t sympathetic, or interested in her.
With being a day-girl she"s out of all the fun we boarders get. I fancy she"s most fearfully lonely."
"Oh! the poor little Toadstool! If I"d only known that, I wouldn"t have been so rude to her. I was a brute!" (Gwethyn"s self-reproach was really genuine.) "I"ll be nice to her now. I will indeed!"
"Don"t start pitying her, for goodness" sake! It"s the one thing Githa can"t stand. She"s as proud as Lucifer, and if she suspects you"re the least atom sorry for her, it makes her as hard as nails. She never lets us know she"s not happy; she always makes out she"s better off than we are, going home every day. But I"m sure she"s miserable."
"Yes, you can see that in her face," agreed Katrine.
Impulsive Gwethyn, having learnt Githa"s story, was anxious to atone for several lively pa.s.sages of arms, and to make friends. But the conquest of the Toadstool was harder than she expected. Githa"s proud little heart resented anything savouring of patronage, and she repelled all advances. No hedgehog could have been more p.r.i.c.kly. She refused to play tennis, declined the loan of books, and even said "No, thank you," to proffered chocolates. Instead of appearing grateful for the notice of a girl in a higher form, she seemed to stiffen herself into an att.i.tude of haughty reserve. Finding all attempts at kindness useless, Gwethyn simply let her alone, taking no notice whatever of her, and just ignoring pointed remarks and sarcasms, instead of returning them with compound interest as formerly. Baffled by this new att.i.tude, the Toadstool, after trying her most aggravating sallies, and failing to draw any sparks, relapsed into neutrality. Her dark eyes often followed Gwethyn with an inscrutable gaze, but she steadfastly avoided speaking to her.
Gwethyn did not greatly concern herself, for she had found three most congenial chums. Rose Randall, Beatrix Bates, and Dona Matthews were kindred spirits where fun was concerned, and in their society she spent all her spare time. As for Katrine, she was not likely to trouble about a Fourth Form girl. She just realized Githa as a plain and very objectionable junior, but never gave a thought to her or her affairs. At present Katrine"s mind was devoted to art, and had no corner to spare for minor interests. Under Miss Aubrey"s tuition she was making strides, and was beginning to put on her colours in a far more professional manner. She really had a decided talent for painting, as well as a love for it, and she had come prepared to work. Her teacher, glad to find such enthusiasm, gave her every encouragement. She took her out sketching daily, allowed her to watch while she herself painted, and took infinite trouble to set her in the way of real art progress.
Katrine"s easel had never before had so much exercise. She planted it in a variety of situations, at the instance of Miss Aubrey, whose trained eye could at once pick out suitable subjects for the brush. Heathwell was a very Paradise for artists, with its deep lanes, its hedges a tangle of honeysuckle, wild rose, and white briony, its quiet timbered farmsteads set in the midst of lush meadows, its flowery gardens, and its slow-flowing river with reedy, willowy banks. Those were halcyon days to Katrine, whether she sat in the sunshine among the pinks and pansies of a cottage garden, sketching the subtle varied stones of a weather-worn gable against the rich brown of a thatched roof, the bees humming in and out of the flowers, and the pigeons cooing gently in the dovecote close by; or whether Miss Aubrey took her to the shelter of thick woods, where the warm light, shimmering through the leaves, cast flickering shadows on the soft gra.s.s below. There were glorious mornings when Nature seemed to have washed her children"s faces, and turned the world out in clean clothes; golden noons when all was a-quiver in a haze of heat, and the sky a blue dome from horizon to zenith; and still, quiet evenings, when the elms were a blot of purple-grey against a pale yellow afterglow, and the uncut hayfield such a soft, delicate, blurred ma.s.s of indefinite colour that she gave up the vain effort to depict it, and simply sat to gaze and wonder and enjoy. Down by the river the calm pools would catch the carmine of the sky, till one could fancy that one of the ten plagues had returned to earth, and that the waters were turned into blood. Each leaf of the willows seemed to reflect a shade of warmer hue, till all was bathed in a glow of ruddy light, and looking over the gently quivering reed tops to the splendour across the horizon, one could almost see angels between the cloud bars.
Miss Aubrey, who had lived many years at Heathwell, had a score of rustic acquaintances. The cottage folk often sat to her as models. Their quaint ways and ingenuous remarks opened out a new phase of the world to Katrine. She became immensely interested in the villagers, from Abel Barnes, who still urged the claims of his bow-windowed red-brick villa as a subject for her brush, to bonny little Hugh Gartley, whose cherubic beauty she vainly tried to transfer to canvas.
She found the Gartleys a fascinating family. There were so many of them, and they were all so fair and flaxen-haired, with such ready smiles and winning manners. How they contrived to fit into their very small cottage Katrine could never imagine. She had spoken once or twice to the mother, a good-natured, untidy, slatternly young woman, whose income never seemed to run to soap; but she avoided the father, an idle ne"er-do-weel with a reputation for poaching.
"It is very difficult to help the Gartleys," said Miss Aubrey. "The children are most attractive, but it is simply encouraging pauperism to give to them while Bob Gartley stays at home drinking and refusing to work. I hope you haven"t given them any money?"
"Only a few pennies to Hugh and Mary--they looked so pretty," admitted Katrine guiltily.
CHAPTER VI
An Awkward Predicament