"I would," said Emily. "I think she might enjoy it, besides improving very much; and, about her clothes, if there"s any deficiency, I"ll----"
"Oh, no, no, Miss Emily!" interrupted True; "there"s no necessity; she"s very well on"t now, thanks to your kindness."
"Well," said Emily, "if she should have any wants, you must apply to me.
You know we adopted her jointly, and I agreed to do anything I could for her; so you must never hesitate--it will be a pleasure to serve either of you. My father always feels under obligations to you, Mr. Flint, for faithful service that cost you dear in the end."
"Oh, Miss Emily," said True, "Mr. Graham has always been my best friend; and as to that "ere accident that happened when I was in his employ, it was n.o.body"s fault but my own; it was my own carelessness, and n.o.body"s else."
"I know you say so," said Emily, "but we regretted it very much; and you mustn"t forget what I tell you, that I shall delight in doing anything for Gerty. I should like to have her come and see me, some day, if she would like, and you"ll let her."
"Sartain, sartain," said True, "and thank you kindly; she"d be glad to come."
A few days after Gerty went with True to see Miss Graham, but the housekeeper, whom they met in the hall, told them that she was ill and could see no one. So they went away full of disappointment and regret.
Emily had taken a severe cold the day she sat so long in the church, and was suffering with it when they called; but, though confined to her room, she would have been glad to have a visit from Gerty, and was sorry that Mrs. Ellis should have sent them away.
On Sat.u.r.day evening, when Willie was present, True broached the subject of Gerty"s going to school. Gerty was much displeased with the idea; but it met with Willie"s approbation; and when Gerty learned that Miss Graham also wished it, she consented, though reluctantly, to begin the next week, and try how she liked it. So next Monday Gerty went with True to one of the primary schools, was admitted, and her education began.
When Willie came home the next Sunday, he rushed into True"s room, eager to hear how Gerty liked going to school. She was seated at the table, with her spelling-book; and she exclaimed, "Oh, Willie! Willie! come and hear me read!"
Her performance could hardly be called reading. She had not got beyond the alphabet, and a few syllables she had learned to spell; but Willie bestowed upon her much well-merited praise, she had been very diligent.
He was astonished to hear that Gerty liked going to school, liked the teachers and the scholars, and had a fine time at recess. He had fully expected that she would dislike the whole business, and go into tantrums about it--which was the expression he used to denote her fits of ill-temper. Willie promised to a.s.sist her in her studies; and the two children"s literary plans soon became as high-flown as if one had been a poet-laureate and the other a philosopher.
For two or three weeks all appeared to go on smoothly. Gerty went regularly to school, and made rapid progress. Every Sat.u.r.day Willie heard her read and spell, a.s.sisted, praised, and encouraged her. But he had heard that, on two occasions, she had nearly had a brush with some large girls, for whom she began to show symptoms of dislike. This soon reached a crisis. One day, when the children were in the school-yard, during recess, Gerty saw True in his working-dress, pa.s.sing down the street, with his ladder and lamp-filler. Shouting and laughing, she pursued and overtook him. She came back in a few minutes, seeming much delighted, and ran into the yard full of happy excitement. The troop of large girls, whom Gerty had already had some reason to distrust, had been observing her, and one of them called out saying----
"Who"s that man?"
"That"s my Uncle True," said Gerty.
"Your what?"
"My Uncle, Mr. Flint, that I live with."
"So you belong to him, do you?" said the girl, in an insolent tone of voice. "Ha! ha! ha!"
"What are you laughing at?" said Gerty, fiercely.
"Ugh! Before I"d live with him!" said the girl--"Old s.m.u.tty!"
The others caught it up, and the laugh and epithet Old s.m.u.tty circulated freely in the corner of the yard where Gerty was standing. Gerty was furious. Her eyes glistened, she doubled her little fist, and, without hesitation, came down in battle upon the crowd. But they were too many for her, and, helpless as she was with pa.s.sion, they drove her out of the yard. She started for home on a full run, screaming with all her might.
As she flew along the side-walk, she brushed stiffly against a tall, stiff-looking lady, who was walking slowly in the same direction, with a much smaller person leaning on her arm. "Bless me!" said the tall lady, who had almost lost her equilibrium from the suddenness of the shock.
"Why, you horrid little creature!" As she spoke, she grasped Gerty by the shoulder, and, before she could break away, gave her a slight shake.
This served to increase Gerty"s anger, and, her speed gaining in proportion, it was but a few minutes before she was crouched in a corner of True"s room behind the bed, her face to the wall, and covered with both her hands. Here she was free to cry as loud as she pleased; for Mrs. Sullivan was gone out, and there was no one in the house to hear her.
But she had not indulged long in her tantrum when the gate at the end of the yard closed with a bang, and footsteps were heard coming towards Mr.
Flint"s door. Gerty"s attention was arrested, for she knew by the sound that a stranger was approaching. With a strong effort she controlled herself so as to keep quiet. There was a knock at the door, but Gerty did not reply to it, remaining concealed behind the bed. The knock was not repeated, but the stranger lifted the latch and walked in.
"There doesn"t seem to be any one at home," said a female voice, "what a pity."
"Isn"t there? I"m sorry," replied another, in the sweet musical tones of Miss Graham. Gerty knew the voice at once.
"I thought you"d better not come here yourself," rejoined the first speaker, who was no other than Mrs. Ellis, the identical lady whom Gerty had so frightened and disconcerted.
"Oh, I don"t regret coming," said Emily. "You can leave me here while you go to your sister"s, and very likely Mr. Flint or the little girl will come home in the meantime."
"It don"t become you, Miss Emily, to be carried round everywhere, and left, like an express parcel, till called for. You caught a horrid cold that you"re hardly well of now, waiting there in the church for the minister; and Mr. Graham will be finding fault next."
"Oh, no, Mrs. Ellis; it"s very comfortable here; the church must have been damp, I think. Come, put me in Mr. Flint"s arm-chair, and I can make myself quite contented."
"Well, at any rate," said Mrs. Ellis, "I"ll make up a good fire in this stove before I go."
As she spoke, the energetic housekeeper seized the poker, and, after stirring up the coals, and making free with all True"s kindlewood, waited till the fire burnt up, and then, having laid aside Emily"s cloak, went away with the same firm step with which she had come, and which had so overpowered Emily"s noiseless tread, that Gerty had only antic.i.p.ated the arrival of a single guest. As soon as Gerty knew that Mrs. Ellis had really departed, she suspended her efforts at self-control, and, with a deep-drawn sigh, gasped out, "O dear! O dear!"
"Why, Gerty!" exclaimed Emily, "is that you?"
"Yes," sobbed Gerty.
"Come here."
The child waited no second bidding, but, starting up, ran, threw herself on the floor by the side of Emily, buried her face in the blind girl"s lap, and once more commenced crying aloud. Her whole frame was agitated.
"Why, Gerty," said Emily, "what is the matter?"
But Gerty could not reply; and Emily desisted from her inquiries until the little one should be somewhat composed. She lifted Gerty up into her lap, laid her head upon her shoulder, and with her handkerchief wiped the tears from her face. Her soothing words and caresses soon quieted the child, and when she was calm, Emily, instead of recurring at once to the cause of her grief, questioned her upon other topics. At last, however, she asked her if she went to school.
"I _have been_," said Gerty, raising her head from Emily"s shoulder; "but I won"t ever go again!"
"What!--Why not!"
"Because," said Gerty, angrily, "I hate those girls; yes, I hate "em!
ugly things!"
"Gerty," said Emily, "don"t say that; you shouldn"t hate anybody."
"Why shouldn"t I?" said Gerty.
"Because it"s wrong."
"No, it"s not _wrong_; I say it _isn"t_!" said Gerty; "and I do hate "em; and I hate Nan Grant, and I always shall! Don"t _you_ hate anybody?"
"No," answered Emily, "_I don"t._"
"Did anybody ever drown your kitten? Did anybody ever call your father Old s.m.u.tty?" said Gerty. "If they had, I know you"d hate "em just as I do."
"Gerty," said Emily, solemnly, "didn"t you tell me, the other day, that you were a naughty child, but that you wished to be good, and would try!"
"Yes," said Gerty.
"If you wish to become good and be forgiven, you must forgive others."