Betty"s heart fluttered expectantly as she paused an instant in the door of the pink room. Madam Chartley had looked very imposing and dignified as she presided at the lunch-table that noon, with the stately Hawkins behind her chair and the stately portraits looking down from the walls.
She looked now as if she might be the original of one of these old portraits herself, as she sat there in the high-backed chair, with the griffins carved on its teakwood frame. Her gray gown trailed around her in graceful folds. There was a soft fall of lace at wrists and throat, and her white hair had a sheen like silver against the pink brocade with which the chair was upholstered.
With a smile which seemed to take Betty straight into her confidence, she held out her hand and drew her to a seat beside her. An old-fashioned silver tea-service stood on a table at her elbow, and when the maid had brought hot water, she busied herself in filling a cup for Betty.
"There!" she said, as she pa.s.sed it to her. "There"s nothing like a cozy chat over a cup of tea for warming acquaintances into friends."
Betty wondered, as she took a proffered slice of lemon, if Madam began all her interviews in this way, and if she was to hear the same little sermon about the crest on the ancestral teacups that Kitty had heard. It certainly was an interesting crest. She lifted the fragile bit of china for a closer survey. A mailed arm, rising out of a heart, clasped a spear in its hand, and under it ran the motto, "I keep tryst."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "MADAM"S CONVERSATION LED FAR AWAY FROM THE CREST AND ITS LESSON"]
But Madam"s conversation led far away from the crest and its lesson. At first it was about a quaint old English inn, where is served delicious toasted scones with five o"clock tea. When she mentioned that, it was as if they had discovered a mutual friend, for Betty cried out joyfully that she had been there, and had spent a long rainy afternoon in one of its rooms, where Scott had written many chapters of "Kenilworth." Betty remembered afterward that not a word was said about school and its obligations. It was of the Old Curiosity Shop they spoke, and the House of Seven Gables. Madam promised to show her the autographs of d.i.c.kens and Hawthorne, which she had in her collection, and a pen which had once belonged to George Eliot.
Then Betty found that Madam had known Miss Alcott, and, before she realized what she was doing, she had thrown herself down impulsively on the stool at her feet, and, with both hands clasping the griffin"s head on the arm of the high-backed chair, was asking a dozen eager questions about "Little Women" and the author who had been her first inspiration to write.
Nearly an hour later, when she went back to her room, it was with something singing in her heart that made her very solemn and very happy.
It was the immortal music of the Choir Invisible. She had been in the unseen company of earth"s best and n.o.blest, and felt in her soul that some day she, too, would have a right to be counted in that chorus, having done something really great and worth while.
That evening after dinner Kitty bounced into the room where Allison sat talking with Lloyd and Betty during recreation hour.
"To-morrow night there"s to be the Old Girls" Welcome to the New!" she cried. "Come on in, Juliet, and tell them about it."
Juliet thrust her head through the half-open door.
"Haven"t time to stop," she answered, "but I"ll tell this much. It"s the first of the great social functions. Everybody wears her party clothes and a sweet smile. It"s the first lesson of the year in How to attain Ease under New and Exacting Conditions. No matter how the seniors snub you later on, in order to teach you your proper place, you"ll all be birds of a feather that one time, and flock together as peaceably as pet hens.
"Each new girl has an escort appointed by the entertaining committee, who sends her flowers and calls for her and sees that her programme is filled. So there are never any wallflowers the first night. No, Allison, it isn"t a dance. The programmes are for progressive conversation.
Somewhere in the background there"s a piano playing waltzes and two-steps, and so forth, but you talk out the numbers instead of dancing them. Changing partners so often keeps you from getting bored, and strangers can tell who is talking to them, for there are the names on their programmes. You can refer to that when anybody comes up to claim you. I"m to take Lloyd, and Sybil Green is to take Kitty. I haven"t found out the other a.s.signments yet. I"ll let you know as soon as I do.
Continued in our next."
With an airy wave of the hand she withdrew, leaving them to an animated discussion of what to wear.
"You must remember that this isn"t the only time you"re to appear in public, Katherine Walton," said Allison, severely, when Kitty proposed her best array. "There"s to be a reception at the White House next week, and Friday night we"re to go in to Washington to see Jefferson in "Rip Van Winkle," and there"s to be a studio tea soon, and a recital, and all sorts of things. I saw the bulletin of the term"s entertainments in the hall this evening."
"_We_"ll never be seen at those things," insisted Kitty.
"We"ll scarcely be a drop in the bucket. But to-morrow night, isn"t the whole affair for us? We"ll be the whole show. We"ll be _it_, Allison, and "it"s my night to howl." I intend to wear my rose-pink mull and a rosebud in my raving tresses, and carry the gorgeous spangled fan that the dear old admiral gave me in Manila. So there!"
"Then don"t come near me," said Allison, with a warning shake of her head, "for I am going to wear my cerise crepe de chine. It"s lovely by itself, but by the side of anything the shade of your pink mull it"s the most hideous, sickly colour you ever saw. I _wish_ you"d wear that pale green dress, Kitty. You look sweet in that, and it goes so well with mine."
"But, my dear sister," laughed Kitty, "I don"t expect to spend any time getting acquainted with _you_. I"ll probably not be near you the whole evening. It"s not expected that, just because we are from Kentucky, we have to pose as those two devoted creatures on the State seal,--stand around with our hands clasped, exclaiming "United we stand, divided we fall!" to every one that comes up."
"Nevah mind, Allison," said Lloyd, laughing at Kitty"s dramatic gestures and her sister"s worried expression. "I"ll play "State seal" with you. I have a pale green almost the shade of Kitty"s, and I"ll wear the coral clasps and chains that were Papa Jack"s mothah"s. He gave them to me just before I left home. I"ll show them to you."
She began to rummage through her trunk. Betty sat looking at the ceiling, trying to decide the momentous question of dress for herself.
Finally she announced: "I"ll just wear white, then I"ll harmonize with everybody, and can run up to the first one of you I happen to see when I need a spark of courage. I know I"ll be terribly embarra.s.sed. It makes me cold right now to think of meeting so many strangers."
But Betty"s courage needed no reinforcing next evening, when Maria Overlin, one of the seniors, took her in charge. The reception took place in what had been the ballroom, in the days when Warwick Hall was noted for its brilliant entertainments. Even its first hostess could not have received her distinguished guests with courtlier grace than Madam Chartley received her pupils, when, to the music of a stately minuet, they filed past her down the long line of teachers.
For once, each of the new girls, no matter how timid or inexperienced in social ways, tasted the sweets of popularity, and the four whom Juliet Lynn had dubbed the Kentucky quartette were overwhelmed with attentions.
Juliet, who had hoped to escort Betty, was glad that Lloyd had fallen to her lot when she saw what an admiring little court flocked around her wherever she turned. In the pale green dress, with its clasps of pink coral carved in the shape of tiny b.u.t.terflies, she looked more princess-like than ever. She wore a bracelet of the coral b.u.t.terflies also, and a slender circlet of them about her throat. They gave a soft pink flush to her cheeks.
No sooner had she pa.s.sed the receiving line than she was surrounded by a group of white-gowned girls clamouring for an introduction and a place on her programme.
"Whose initials are these?" she whispered to Juliet presently when the card was all filled and there were still several girls asking to be allowed to write their names on it.
"Couldn"t I give Miss Bartlett this line where there"s nothing but G. M.
scrawled on it?"
"Mercy, no!" exclaimed Juliet. "That"s for Gabrielle Melville. It would never do for you two to miss each other to-night. I put them down for her, as she"s to play later in the evening on the violin, you know, and I knew she"d never get here in time to do it herself. She always has such frantic times dressing. Just struggles into her things, never can find half her clothes, and what she does manage to fall into catches and rips in the struggle. Her hat is always over one ear, and her belts never make connection in the back, but she"s so adorable that n.o.body minds her wild toilets. They laugh and say, "Oh, it"s just Gay." That"s her nickname, you know. Here"s Emily Chapman coming to claim you. Emily, you can tell Lloyd some things about Gay, can"t you?"
"I rather think so," laughed Emily. "We roomed together last year, and I got her again this term. It took a fight, though, for she"s the most popular girl in school."
"Is she pretty?" asked Lloyd.
"We think so, don"t we, Juliet? If she had any enemies, they might say that she has red hair and a pug nose. But that would be exaggerating.
Her hair is that beautiful bronzy auburn that crinkles around her face and blows in her eyes till she always seems to be bringing a breeze with her."
"And her nose isn"t pug exactly," chimed in Juliet. "There"s just a darling, saucy little tip to it, that seems to suit her. She wouldn"t be half as pretty with the approved Gibson girl kind, no matter how perfect it was."
"And her complexion is so lovely," Emily resumed, enthusiastically. "And her eyes are a jolly, laughing kind of brown, with an amber sparkle in them, except when she gets into one of her intense, serious moods. Then they are almost black, they"re so deep and velvety. She"s never twice in the same mood. Oh! There she comes now."
A side door opened, and a slim little thing all in white, with a violin under her arm and a distracted pucker on her face, hurried up to the piano. Nervously feeling her belt to make sure that she was presentable before turning her back on the audience, she whispered to the girl who was to play her accompaniments, and began tuning the violin. Then, tucking it under her chin as if she loved it, she listened an instant to the piano prelude, and drew her bow softly across the strings.
"Good!" whispered Emily. "It"s that Mexican swallow song. She always has such a rapt expression on her face when she plays that. She makes me think of St. Cecilia. She"s so earnest in all she does. If it"s no more than making fudge, she throws her whole soul into it, just that way.
She"s as intense as if the fate of a nation depended on whatever she happens to be doing."
As Lloyd joined loudly in the applause which followed the performance, another girl came up to claim her attention. It was Myra Carr, the senior who had taken Allison under her wing.
"Doesn"t Gay play splendidly?" she exclaimed, not knowing that she had been the previous topic of conversation. "We think she"s a genius. She improvises little things sometimes in the twilight that are so sweet and sad they make you cry. Then she"s unconventional enough to be a genius.
She"s always shocking people without meaning to, and so careless, she"d lose her head if nature hadn"t attended to the fastenings.
"We all love her dearly, but we vowed the last time we went sightseeing that she should never go with us again unless she let us tie her up in a bag, so that nothing could drop out by the way. First she lost her hat.
It blew off the trolley-car, one of those "seeing Washington" affairs, you know. She had to go bareheaded all the rest of the way. Then she lost her pocketbook, and such a time as we had hunting that. The time before, she lost a locket that had been a family heirloom, and we missed our train and got caught in a shower looking for it."
"Where does she live?" asked Lloyd, watching the bright face that was making its way toward them across the crowded room.
"At Fort Sam Houston, down in San Antonio. Her father is an army officer at that post."
There was no time for further discussion, for Gabrielle was coming toward her with outstretched hand.
"This is Juliet"s Princess, isn"t it?" she asked, with a smile that captivated Lloyd at once, flashing over the whitest of little teeth.
"You"re getting all sorts of t.i.tles to-night. I heard a girl speak of you as a mermaid in that pale sea-green gown and corals, but I"ve come over here on purpose to call you the "Little Colonel." You don"t know how much good it does me to hear a military t.i.tle once more. Out at the fort it"s all majors and captains and such things."
Then, dropping her grown-up society manner, she suddenly giggled, turning to include Emily in the conversation.
"Oh, girls, I had the worst time getting dressed this evening that I ever had in my life. When I unpacked my trunk yesterday, everything was so wrinkled that there was only one dress I could wear without having it pressed; this white one. So I laid it out, but, when I went to put it on to-night, I found that mamma had made a mistake in packing, and put in Lucy"s skirt instead. Lucy is my older sister," she explained to Lloyd.