With the coming of December the holiday gaieties began. A spirit of festivity lurked in the very air. A mock Christmas tree was one of the yearly features of the school, when each pupil"s pet fad or peculiarity was suggested by appropriate gifts. Preparations for the tree began early in the month, and whispered consultations were carried on in every corner, with much giggling and profound a.s.surances of secrecy.
The practising of Christmas carols went on in the music-rooms, and s.n.a.t.c.hes of them floated down the halls and through the building, till the blithe young hearts were filled to overflowing with the cheer and good-will of the sweet old melodies. Now the usual Monday sightseeing gave way to shopping, and every moment that could be s.n.a.t.c.hed from school work was given to crochet-needles and embroidery-hoops, to the finishing of an endless variety of gifts, and the wrapping of same in mysterious packages.
One Monday Betty did not join the others in their weekly shopping expedition. Her few purchases had been made, and she wanted the day to work on unfinished gifts. She was making most of them with her needle.
She was glad afterward that she had decided to stay when a slow winter rain began to fall. It melted the light snow-fall which whitened the ground into a disagreeable compound of slush and mud.
It was almost dark when Kitty and Allison burst into the room, their arms full of bundles, and began displaying their purchases. Lloyd followed more slowly, and, dropping her packages on the floor by the radiator, stood trying to warm her fingers through her wet gloves.
Presently, in the midst of the exhibition, with her hat still on, she flung herself across her bed, piled up as it was with strings and crumpled wrapping-paper. "Excuse me if I mash your bargains, Kitty," she said, weakly, closing her eyes. "But I"m as limp as a rag! So ti"ahed--I feel as if I were falling to pieces. We tramped around in the wet so long, and then inside the stores there were such crowds that we were pushed and jammed and stepped on everywhere we turned. It seemed to me we waited hours for our change. Then the car we came out on was so ovah-heated that we almost stifled. I"m suah I caught cold when the icy wind struck us aftah we left the station."
She shivered as she spoke. Betty sprang up and began tugging at her wet wraps.
"Don"t lie there that way," she begged. "Let me help you get into some dry clothes, and ask the housekeeper for a gla.s.s of hot milk."
At first Lloyd protested that she was too tired to move. Betty could be as persistent as a mosquito at times. She insisted until Lloyd finally allowed her to have her way, and got up wearily to put on the dry skirts and stockings which she brought to her. A hot dinner made her feel somewhat better, but her face was flushed when they went up-stairs for the study hour. Betty saw her wipe her eyes as she took out her Latin grammar, and instantly forgave the petulant way in which Lloyd had answered her several times during the evening.
"Don"t try to study, Lloyd," she urged. "I know you don"t feel well."
"No," acknowledged the Little Colonel, "every bone in my body aches, and my head is simply splitting."
"Let me run down to the sanitarium and ask Miss Gilmer to come up and see if she can"t do something for you," began Betty, but Lloyd interrupted her, stamping her foot with a touch of her old childish imperiousness.
"You sha"n"t go! I"m not sick! I"ve just caught a plain cold."
"But people don"t catch just plain colds nowadays," persisted Betty.
"They always catch microbes at the same time, that are apt to turn into la grippe and pneumonia and all sorts of dreadful things. "A st.i.tch in time saves nine," you know," she added, wisely, quoting from the motto embroidered on her darning-bag, which happened to be hanging on a chair-post in the corner. ""An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure" every time."
"Oh, for mercy"s sake, Betty," cried Lloyd, impatiently, "let me alone and don"t be so preachy. I"m not going to repoa"t a little thing like a headache and a soah throat to the nurse. She"d put me to bed and keep me there for a week. I"d get behind with my lessons, and lose all the holiday fun. Like as not mothah and Papa Jack would come straight aftah me, and take me home befoah we"d had the mock Christmas tree or any of the things I"ve been looking forward to so long."
Betty picked up her algebra again without an audible reply, but inwardly she was saying: "I know she is sick, or she wouldn"t be so cross."
The next day found Lloyd with such high fever that she was installed at once in the sanitarium. "It is la grippe that she has," the nurse told Betty. "It is the real thing, and not what people always claim to have with an ordinary cold. The worst will probably be over in a few days, but it will leave her so exhausted and so susceptible to other things that I shall keep her with me for a week at least."
Lloyd rebelled at first, but she had to submit as her fever mounted higher, and the world grew, to her blurred fancy, one great, throbbing ache. She was glad to give herself up to Miss Gilmer"s soothing touches.
Mrs. Sherman did not come, for a letter from the school physician a.s.sured her that Lloyd was receiving every care and attention that she could have had at home, and the case was quite a simple one.
Miss Gilmer, the nurse, was a big motherly woman, who seemed to radiate comfort and cheer, as a stove does heat. After the first few days, Lloyd would have enjoyed the time spent with her in the cheerful room a.s.signed her had she not been haunted by the thought that she was falling behind her cla.s.ses.
"It"s a pretty good sawt of a world, aftah all," she said one day, as she sat propped up among the pillows, enjoying a dainty mid-afternoon lunch Madam Chartley had personally prepared and sent in hot from the chafing-dish. Bouillon in the thinnest of fragile china, and a toasted scone which recalled delightfully the little English inn she had visited near Kenilworth ruins. By some oversight, no spoon had been sent in on the tray, and Miss Gilmer supplied the deficiency by bringing one of her own from a little cabinet in the next room.
"It has a history," Miss Gilmer said, and Lloyd looked at it with interest before dipping it into the cup.
"Why, the handle is a May-pole!" she exclaimed, with pleasure. "And the date down among the garlands is the queen"s birthday, isn"t it? I remembah we were up in the Burns country that day, when we saw the school-children celebrating it."
"To think of an American girl remembering that date!" cried Miss Gilmer, in a pleased tone. "It is a great day on my calendar, for it was then that I met Madam Chartley, for the first time, on the queen"s birthday.
She has been my good angel ever since. It was she who sent me that May-pole spoon, as a souvenir of that meeting."
"Oh, would you tell me about it?" asked Lloyd. "It sounds so interesting."
Taking up some needlework from a basket on the table, Miss Gilmer leaned back as if to begin a long story.
"There isn"t so much to tell, after all," she said, pausing to thread her needle. "It was long ago, when Madam Chartley was Alicia Raeburn, and I was a bashful little English schoolgirl at St. Agnes Hall. Alicia had come from America to visit her uncle, who was proctor of the cathedral. His grounds joined the school premises on the south, and I often used to peep through the hedge and watch her strolling around the garden. She was older than I, and the difference in our ages seemed greater then than now, for I was still wearing short frocks, and she had just put on long ones. I had heard that she was to be presented at court next season. That, and the fact that she was an American, and very beautiful, and that she looked lonely strolling around the old proctor"s garden by herself, threw a glamour of romance about her.
"I would have given a fortune to have made her acquaintance, and I spent hours down by the brook dreaming innocent little day-dreams in which I pictured such meetings. Suddenly heliotrope became my favourite flower instead of roses, because she so often wore a bunch of it tucked in the belt of her gray dress. Indeed, because she so often wore it, I grew to regard it as sacred to her alone, and felt that no one else had a right to wear it. Fortunately, at that season of the year it grew only in the proctor"s conservatory, so that the schoolgirls could not obtain it. I would have inwardly resented it, if any one of them had taken such a liberty as to wear her flower. She seemed to me the most beautiful and perfect creature I had ever seen, and I worshipped her from afar, and imitated her in every way possible. I don"t suppose you can understand such an infatuation."
"Indeed I do undahstand," interrupted Lloyd, eagerly. She was thinking of Ida Shane, and the way she had fallen under the spell of her charming personality. Even yet the odour of violets brought back the same little thrill it had awakened when violets seemed made for Ida"s exclusive wearing. Miss Gilmer"s feeling for the beautiful Alicia Raeburn was no deeper than hers had been for Ida. She could readily understand about the heliotrope.
"Well, then," Miss Gilmer went on, "you can imagine my state of mind when at last I actually met her. It was on the queen"s birthday. At our school, instead of having the May-pole dance on May-day, we waited until the queen"s birthday, and on that occasion Alicia was one of the invited guests. It was quite by accident she spoke to me. She dropped her handkerchief, and I sprang to pick it up. But she must have seen the adoration in my poor little embarra.s.sed face, for I went quite red I am sure. I could fairly feel the hot blood surge over me. She said something pleasant to cover my confusion, and then swept her skirts aside for me to share her seat. She wanted to ask some questions about the customs of the school, she said.
"That was the beginning of our acquaintance. Next day she waved her handkerchief over the hedge to me, and the next called me over for a little chat. She was lonely in the great garden. After awhile I plucked up courage to tell her how I had watched her through the hedge, and dreamed about meeting her. I could not put it into words, but she could readily see that the good Victoria and the queen of the May were not the sovereigns who claimed my dearest allegiance. It was the "Queen Rose of the rosebud garden of girls," the beautiful Alicia Raeburn.
"She went away that summer, but we had grown to be such friends that she promised to write to me once a year, in order that I might not lose her entirely out of my life. She knew what a lonely little orphan I was, and she never denied me the joy of that yearly letter. They were full of her travels and the interesting experiences of her life, for she married a young English officer and went to India.
"They came back to England once. I saw her then. It was at a great ball given for the Prince of Wales when he honoured the little cathedral town with a visit. She could hardly believe that I was the little schoolgirl who had eyed her so adoringly through the hedge. I had grown so large.
But she found from others what a lonely life I had, and, knowing how much her friendship meant, she still gave me the pleasure of that yearly letter, written on the queen"s birthday. That she should remember through all her busy years shows one of the finest traits of her character.
"Once she was too ill to write, but the message came just the same. She sent this spoon with the May-pole handle, and on her card was scrawled the one line, "I keep the tryst." She had told me the story of their family crest. You don"t know how many times in the next few years the sight of that card and the souvenir spoon helped me. Her fidelity to a promise made me rely on her and her friendship when all others failed me. My guardian died and left my property in such shape that I found I would have to support myself, and I began to take training for a professional nurse. When she heard of it, she wrote and told me that she, too, had been obliged by her husband"s death to earn her own living, and that she had established this school in her great-grandmother"s old mansion. She offered me the position of professional nurse here. I came on the next steamer, and have been here ever since.
"You don"t know how many times I"ve thought how different my life would have been if she had failed in that one little matter of sending a yearly letter. No doubt it was a bore to her oftentimes, but it was the line that kept us in touch and finally drew me to this happy anchorage.
Alicia Chartley is a great woman, my dear. She has left her imprint on every girl who has pa.s.sed through this school, and there"ll be a long line of them to rise up and call her blessed. Not so much for the fine ladies she has made of them with her high-bred ways and ideals, but for the example she has set them always in that one thing. No matter in how small a duty, she has never once failed to keep the tryst."
Lloyd would have liked to ask some questions about Madam"s girlhood, but some one called Miss Gilmer into the office just then, so, taking the tray with its empty cup and plate, she pa.s.sed out. Lloyd thumped her pillows and lay looking out of the window at the sparrows on the balcony railing. All the ache was gone, and, with a delightful sense of drowsiness and of well-being, she began slipping into a little doze.
Even illness had its bright side, she thought, languidly. She liked Miss Gilmer"s reminiscences. They opened into a world so delightfully English. When she came back she would ask for more stories. Down from the distant music-room stole the faint echo of one of the carols. She opened her eyes to listen.
"G.o.d rest you, merry Christians, Let nothing you dismay, For Christ our Lord and Saviour Was born on Christmas Day."
Lloyd liked that carol. ""Let nothing you dismay,"" she repeated, softly. "No, it doesn"t really make any difference what happens," she thought, closing her eyes again and curling up like a sleepy kitten. "It will all come right in the end, as it did with Miss Gilmer. I"ll not worry about missing so many lessons and so many pearls on my rosary.
I"ll just be thankful for Christmas and all it brings."
Again through her drowsy senses echoed the refrain, and she dropped to sleep, repeating, slowly, ""Let--nothing--you--dismay!""
CHAPTER VI.
CHRISTMAS CAROLS
"THIS is the worst time of all the yeah to be sick," fretted the Little Colonel, pausing in her restless journey around the room. She had been pacing from window to fireplace in the nurse"s office, and from fireplace to window again, watching the clock and the slowly westering sun, as if watching would hasten the day to its close.
Miss Gilmer, who was placidly knitting, changed needles without looking up. "That is what people always say. I"ve never yet found one whose calendar had a time when illness would be convenient."
"But now, just befoah the holidays, a thousand things are waiting to be done. I"m behind a whole week with my studies, and my Christmas presents that I"m going to make are scarcely begun. You haven"t even let me look at the material. I feel like a caged lion, and I"d like to roah and claw and ramp around till I"d smashed my bah"s."
"You"ll have your liberty soon," laughed Miss Gilmer. "I think it will be safe to let you go down to the dining-room this evening, and I"ll give you your honourable discharge in the morning. But, if I were in your place, I would make no attempt to catch up with the cla.s.ses this term. I would lock the unfinished presents away in a drawer, and not give any this Christmas. You ought to spend the holidays as quietly as possible, doing nothing but rest."
Lloyd turned toward her with an exclamation of dismay.