Lloyd walked around and around her, till she had admired her to her heart"s content, and then led her away to show to Mrs. Sherman. "You ought to carry yoah head that way all the time," she said. "It"s becoming to you to "walk proud," as old Mammy Easter used to say."
It was with the air of a d.u.c.h.ess that Agnes sailed into the drawing-room, and with the feeling that at last she had come into her own. On every side the dim old mirrors flashed back the reflection of the slender figure with its head proudly high. She looked at it curiously, scarcely recognizing the delicate, high-bred features for her own. There was colour in her face for one thing. The dull browns and grays, which she wore for economy"s sake, were apt to make her look sallow. But this wonderful rose-pink lent a glow to her cheeks, and pleasure and expectancy brightened her eyes, and left her a-tingle with these new sensations.
"You"ll be the feature of the occasion," Mrs. Sherman a.s.sured her. "Come up to lunch with us Thursday. We"ll powder your hair and help you dress, and take you down in the carriage with us. Tell your sisters that we"ll see that you get home safely that night."
So to the other pleasures of the twenty-second was added the undreamed-of delight of being invited out to lunch, and forgetting for awhile that there were such tiresome things in the world as sewing-machines and endless ruffling for other people. Although she wore her old brown dress, darned at the elbows, and, with her usual timidity, scarcely ventured a remark at the table unless directly questioned, she was all aglow with the new experience.
Afterward it was easy to talk and laugh with Lloyd, as they went through the conservatory cutting the flowers which were to decorate the tables at The Beeches. Hyacinths and lilies-of-the-valley made a spring-time of their own under the sheltering skylight. Agnes bent over them with a cry of delight. "They make you forget the calendar, don"t they?" she said, looking shyly up at Lloyd. She wanted to add, "And so do you. You make me forget that I am ten years older than you. It seems only p.u.s.s.y-willow time by my feelings to-day." But their friendship was too new as yet for such personal speeches.
As they went back to the drawing-room with a basket piled full of hothouse blooms, Mrs. Sherman called to Lloyd that she needed her up-stairs a few moments. Hastily excusing herself, she left Agnes with a new magazine for her entertainment. When she came down later, the magazine was lying uncut on the table, and Agnes, seated in front of the piano, was fingering the keys with light touches which made no sound, they pressed the ivory so gently. She started guiltily as Lloyd came in.
"I couldn"t help it!" she stammered. "It drew me over here like a magnet. It has been the dream of my life to know how to play, but it is all such a mystery. I"ve puzzled over the music in the hymn-book many a time, the little notes flying up and down like birds through a fence, and then watched Miss Allison"s fingers on the organ keys, going up and down the same way."
"It is just as easy as reading the alphabet," said Lloyd. "I"ll show you. Wait till I find my old music primer. It is somewhere in this cabinet."
Hastily turning over the exercise books and worn sheets of music that filled one of the lower shelves, she dragged out an old dog-eared instruction book, which she propped up on the rack in front of Agnes.
"Heah," she said, pointing to a note. "When one of those little birds, as you call them, perches on this place on the fence, then you"re to strike the A key on the piano. If it lights on the line just above it, then you strike the next key, B. See?" She ran her fingers lightly up the octavo and began again with A. Agnes leaned hungrily over the page, reading the printed directions below each simple measure, where the fingering was plainly marked.
"Oh, I could learn to do it by studying this!" she cried, her face all alight. "I am sure I could. I don"t mean that I could ever learn to play as you do, or Miss Allison, but I could learn simple things and the accompaniments to old songs that Marietta loves. It would be almost as great a joy to her and sister Sarah as it would to me, for my learning to play has always been one of our favourite air-castles. If you could loan me this instruction book for awhile--" She hesitated.
"Of co"se!" cried Lloyd, thrilled by the eagerness of the eyes which met hers. "I"ll give you a lesson right now, if you like. I"ll teach you a set of chords you can use for an accompaniment. They are so easy you can learn them befoah you go home, and you can surprise Miss Marietta by singing and playing for her. They fit evah so many of the ballads."
Turning the leaves of the instructor, she found the simple chords of "Annie Laurie," and wrote beside each note the letters that would enable Agnes to find them on the keyboard. "This isn"t the right way to begin,"
she said, with a laugh, "but we"ll take this short cut just to surprise Miss Marietta. You can come back aftahward and learn about time and all the othah things that ought to come first. I"ll give you a lesson every week for awhile, if you like."
The eyes that met hers now were br.i.m.m.i.n.g with happy tears.
"If I like," Agnes repeated, with a tremulous catch of the voice. "As if I wouldn"t jump at the chance to have the key to paradise put into my hands. It"s the happiest thing that ever happened to me."
With her heart as well as her whole attention given to the effort, it was not long before Agnes found her fingers falling naturally into place, and she played the chords over and over, humming the tune softly, with a pleasure that was pathetic to Lloyd.
"Oh, I could keep on all day and all night!" exclaimed Agnes, when Mrs.
Sherman called to them that it was time to dress. "I"ve never been so happy in all my life! You don"t know what it means to me!" she cried, turning a radiant face to Lloyd"s. "You"ve lifted me clear off the earth. I wish I could run home before the reception begins and play this for Marietta. I want to see her face when I open the old piano."
Lloyd followed her up the stairs, wondering at the girl"s uplifted mood.
She did not see how such a trifle could bring about such a transformation in any one"s spirits, not realizing that this bit of knowledge which Agnes had picked up was to her a veritable key which would open the door she had longed for years to enter.
When Agnes swept into the house at The Beeches, she was in such high spirits that people looked twice to be sure that they knew the radiant girl presiding so gaily over the fancy-work table.
"She is actually talking," Miss McGill whispered to Libbie Simms.
"Talking and laughing and making jokes like other girls. Somebody has surely worked a hoodoo charm on her."
But happiness was the only hoodoo, and, under its expanding influence, she fairly bloomed that night. Lloyd, hovering near her, jubilant over the success of her popular Cinderella, beamed and dimpled with pleasure, and stored away the many compliments she overheard, to repeat to Agnes next day. Once she darted into the butler"s pantry, where Miss Allison was slicing cake, to announce, in an excited whisper: "Agnes has actually had three invitations to suppah. She"s gone in now with Mistah John Bond. I must run back and take charge of the sales, but I just had to tell you. Do peep in and see her there at the cawnah table, eating ice-cream and talking away as if she"d been used to such attentions all her life. Isn"t it great? Now people can"t shake their heads and say poah girl, she"s nevah had any attentions like othah girls. n.o.body takes any interest in her."
Miss Allison turned to give Lloyd"s cheek a playful pinch. "You dear little fairy G.o.dmother! All Cranford will take an interest in her, now that she has blossomed out so unexpectedly. Even old Mr. Wade, who never says nice things about any one, asked me who our distinguished-looking guest was, and, when I told him Agnes Waring, he fairly gasped and dropped his eye-gla.s.ses. Then he gave his usual contemptuous sniff that always makes me want to shake him, and walked away, saying: "Who"d have thought it! Well, well, fine feathers certainly do make fine birds!""
Lloyd hurried back to her place behind the fancy-work table. Nearly every one was out in the room where supper was being served, and except for an occasional question from some one who strolled by to ask the price of a laundry-bag or a hemst.i.tched centrepiece, no one disturbed her. To the music of mandolin, guitar, and piano, played softly behind the palms in one corner, she went on with her pleasing day-dreams for Agnes. She would make other opportunities for her next week, take her in town to a concert or a matinee. She wished she could offer her clothes, but she dared not take that step. There would be the Waring pride to reckon with if she did.
In the midst of this reverie, Agnes came up all a-flutter, saying, shyly: "Lloyd, would you mind if I didn"t go back in the carriage with you? Your mother wouldn"t think it strange, would she? It was because I had no other way to get home that she invited me. But Mr. Bond has asked to take me home behind his new team. He wants me to see what fine travellers his horses are."
"Of co"se mothah wouldn"t think it strange!" exclaimed Lloyd.
"Especially if it is Mistah Bond who wants to take you. She and Papa Jack are so fond of him."
"He wants me to join the choir," Agnes went on, in a lower tone, as a group of people crowded around the table. "Mrs. Walton and Mrs. Mallard and Miss Flora Marks have asked me also. I"ve pinched myself black and blue this evening, trying to make sure that I am awake. Oh, Lloyd, you"ll never, never know how I have enjoyed it all."
There was no time for further conversation then. People were beginning to leave, and were crowding around the table to claim the articles they had purchased earlier in the evening. But it was not necessary for Agnes to repeat that she was radiantly happy. It showed in every word and laugh and gesture. Lloyd went home that night nearer to the Castle of Content than she had been for many weeks.
CHAPTER XV.
A HARD-EARNED PEARL
THE reaction came next day, however, when a budget of letters from the girls turned her thoughts back to all that she was missing. Betty was rooming with Juliet Lynn now, and they were writing a play together in spare minutes. Allison had had honourable mention three times in the Studio Bulletin, and a number of her sketches had been chosen for display on the studio walls. Kitty had surprised them all by the interest she had suddenly taken in French, and had translated a poem so cleverly that Monsieur Blanc had sent it home for publication in a Paris paper. The work was so interesting now, Betty wrote, and the time so full, Warwick Hall grew daily more inspiring and more dear.
The old ache came back to Lloyd as she read. She felt that she had fallen hopelessly behind the others. She was so utterly left out of all their successes. The little efforts she had made to fill her days with things worth while suddenly shrivelled into nothing, and she sat with the letters in her lap, staring moodily into vacancy.
"What"s the use?" she sobbed. "All that I can do heah doesn"t amount to a row of pins. I am out of it."
Thinking of Warwick Hall and the girls and all that she was missing, she sat pitying herself until the tears began to come. She let them trickle slowly down her face without attempting to wipe them away or fight them back. n.o.body was there to see, and she could be as miserable as she chose. In the midst of her gloomy reverie she heard the door-bell ring.
Dabbing her handkerchief over her eyes, she started across the room to make her escape up-stairs before Mom Beck could open the front door. But she was too late. As she pushed aside the portieres, she heard Agnes Waring ask if she were at home, and Mom Beck immediately ushered her in.
"I came to bring the costume back," she began, hurriedly. "No, I must not sit down, thank you. I am on my way to Mrs. Moore"s to fit a lining.
But I just had to stop by and tell you what a lovely time I had yesterday and last night. You should have seen Marietta"s face this morning when I opened the piano and played and sang for her. The tears just rolled down her face, but it was because we were so happy.
"She said she had been afraid that I would grow morose and bitter because I had so few pleasures, and she is so glad about the music lessons and my joining the choir. Mr. Bond is going to come by for me next Friday night. Sister Sarah said she had no idea that colours could make such a difference in one till she saw me in that costume. She has been looking over the silk quilt pieces your mother sent Marietta, and she recognized two pieces that are parts of dresses your grandmother used to wear. One is a deep rich red,--a regular garnet colour, and the other is sapphire blue. She said that if they had belonged to any one else but Amanthis Lloyd she couldn"t do it,--but instead of cutting them up into quilt pieces she--she is going to make them into shirt-waists for me."
The colour deepened in Agnes"s face as she made the confession, with an unconscious lifting of the head that made Lloyd remember Mrs. Bisbee"s remark about the Waring pride. She hastened to say something to cover the awkward pause that followed.
"Grandmothah Amanthis and Miss Sarah were such good friends, even if there was so much difference in their ages. I know she would be glad for you to use the silk that way. Looking pretty in it and having good times in it seems a bettah way to use it as a remembrance of her than putting it into a quilt, doesn"t it?"
Then, to change the subject, which disconcerted her more than it did Agnes, she held up the package of letters.
"I heard from the girls to-day, and they are all getting on so beautifully, and making such good records, that it neahly breaks my hah"t to think I can"t be with them." She laughed nervously. "I suppose you wondahed what made my eyes so red, when you came in. I"ve been regularly howling. I couldn"t help it. I sat heah thinking about deah old Warwick Hall, and all that I had to give up, till I was so misahable I _had_ to cry."
Agnes, turning toward the window so that her face could not be seen, looked out at the bare branches of the locusts.
"I wonder," she began, slowly, "if it would make any difference to you--if it would make your disappointment any easier to bear--to know how much your being in the Valley this winter has meant to me. Fifty years from now one term more or less in your studies won"t amount to much. It will not count much then that you"ve solved a few more problems in algebra, or learned a little more French, or fallen behind the others in a few credit marks, but it will make all the difference in the world to me that you were here to open a door for me.
"If you"ve done nothing more than give me that one music lesson, it has showed me the possibility of all that I may accomplish, and started me on the road to my heart"s desire. If you"ve done no more than prove to me that I can conquer my timidity and be like other girls, and accept the little pleasures just at hand for the taking, don"t you see that you have opened up a way for me that I never could have found alone? And to do that for any one, why, it"s like teaching him a song that he will teach to some one else, and that one will go on repeating, and the next and the next, until you"ve started something that never stops. If I were making up the accounts in the Hereafter, I am very sure I"d count it more to your credit,--the unselfish way you are helping people than all the lessons you could learn in a term at school. I am not saying half what I feel. I couldn"t. It is too deep down. But, oh, I do want you to know that your disappointment has not all been in vain."
The voice that uttered the last sentence was tremulous with feeling.
Tears were very near the surface now. Before Lloyd could think of any reply to her impetuous speech, she had started toward the door.