It is rather a delicate and finger-scorching process to balance chestnuts on the bars, and as a matter of fact Prissie"s tumbled into the fire, and could not be rescued. The party was obliged to watch them burn. They helped her to place another in position, then sat round, keeping careful eyes on their particular representatives. It was forbidden to reveal names, so each kept the ident.i.ty of her favored swain locked in her breast. It seemed a long time before those chestnuts were ready! Love"s delays are notoriously hard to bear. Never were omens watched so anxiously. Slap! Bang! Pop! at last came from Carmel"s particular corner, and fragments flew about indiscriminately on to hearth and fire.
"It"s "him"!" cried Gowan ungrammatically. "He"s done it most thoroughly too! Carmel, you"ll be married the first of any of us! You"ll ask us to the wedding, won"t you?"
At that moment a chorus of pops came from the grate, causing much rejoicing or dismay from the various owners of the chestnuts, according to the fate meted out to them by the omens. On the whole Cupid was kind, though Lilias and Gowan were left in the lurch.
"I don"t care!" said Gowan st.u.r.dily. "I"ve another in my mind, and perhaps I shall get him in the apple-peels."
"And if you don"t?"
"I"ll meet somebody else later on."
Having eaten more or less charred pieces of chestnut, the girls produced their apples, and once more set to work to try magic. The apple had to be peeled entirely in one long piece, which must then be slung backwards over the left shoulder on to the floor, where it would form the initial of the future lover. It was a matter for skilful manipulation of penknives, not at all easy to manage, so difficult in fact, that Noreen and Dulcie each made a slip, and chopped their precious pieces of peel in the middle, thus rendering them useless for purposes of divination.
Lilias, who made the first essay, was completely puzzled by the result, which did not resemble any known letter in the alphabet, though Gowan, anxious to interpret the oracles, construed it into a W. Edith"s long thin piece of peel made a plain C, a fact which seemed to cause her much satisfaction, though she would betray no names. Prissie broke her luck in half in the very act of flinging it, but insisted that the two separate portions each formed an O.
It was Carmel"s turn next, and her rather broad piece of peel twisted itself into a most palpable E. She looked at it for a moment as if rather taken aback, then her face cleared.
"There are quite a number of names that begin with E," she remarked enigmatically.
Now it was all very well to sit in the sanctuary of their schoolroom trying such mild magic as divination through chestnuts and apple skins.
Gowan"s northern blood yearned after more subtle witchcraft.
"I shan"t be content till I"ve pulled a cabbage stalk!" she declared. "I don"t see why we need wait till midnight! Hallowe"en is Hallowe"en as soon as it"s dark, I should think. Who"s game to fly up the kitchen-garden?"
"What? Now?"
"Why not? We should only be gone a few minutes and Miss Hardy would never find out."
"It really would be a frolicsome joke!"
"There"s a moon, too!"
"I vote we risk it!"
"Come along!"
Nine giggling girls therefore stole cautiously downstairs, a little delayed by Prissie, who, with a most unusual concern for her health, insisted on fetching a wrap. They opened the side door, and peeped out into the night. It was quite fine, with a clear full moon, and clouds drifting high in the sky. The vegetable garden was so near that the ceremony could be very quickly performed. It was, of course, breaking rules to leave the house after dark, but not one of them could resist the temptation, so out they sped to the cabbage patch.
Now when Prissie ran to her bedroom, ostensibly to get a wrap, she had really gone with quite other intentions. She had certainly put on a long dark coat and a soft felt hat, but the whole gist of the matter lay in something that she slipped into her pocket. It was a black mustache that she had brought to school for use in theatricals, and lay handy in her top drawer. She had hastily smeared the under side of it with soap, so that it would adhere to her lip, and once out in the garden, she fell behind the others and fixed it in position. Then she made a _detour_ behind some bushes, so as to conceal herself from the party.
Presently, under the bright moon and scudding clouds, eight much-thrilled girls were hurriedly pulling away at cabbage stalks, and estimating, by the amount of earth that came up with them, the wealth of their future husbands. The general surroundings and the a.s.sociations of the evening were sufficient to send shivers down their spines. Gowan, looking up suddenly, saw standing among the bushes a dark figure with a heavy black mustache, and she caught her breath with a gasp, and clutched at Carmel"s arm. For an instant eight horrified faces stared at the apparition, then Dulcie made a dive in its direction, and dragged forth Prissie.
"You wretch!"
"What a mean trick to play!"
"You didn"t take _me_ in!"
"It was very clever, though!"
"You really looked just like a spook!"
"Take it off now!"
"No, _no_!" said Prissie. "Leave me alone! I haven"t finished. Hush! I believe somebody else is coming to try the ordeal. Slip behind that cuc.u.mber-frame and hide, and let us see who it is. Quick! You"ll be caught!"
The girls made a swift, but silent, dash for the shadow of the cuc.u.mber-frame, and concealed themselves only just in time. They were barely hidden when footsteps resounded on the gravel, and a figure advanced from the direction of the house. It came alone, and it carried something in its hand. In the clear beams of the moonlight, the Mafia had no difficulty in recognizing Laurette, and could see that what she bore was her bedroom mirror. They chuckled inwardly. Most evidently she had sallied forth to try the white magic of Hallowe"en, and to make the spell work more securely had come alone to consult the cabbage oracle.
First she placed her mirror on the ground, and tilted its swing gla.s.s to a convenient angle at which to catch reflections. Then she pulled hard at a stalk, looked with apparent satisfaction at the decidedly thick lumps of earth that adhered (which, if the magic were to be trusted, must represent a considerable fortune); then, clasping her cabbage in her hand, knelt down in front of the looking-gla.s.s, and began to mutter something to herself in a low voice. Her back was towards the cuc.u.mber-frame and the bushes, and her eyes were fixed on her mirror.
Prissie, looking on, realized that it was the chance of a lifetime. She stole on tiptoe from her retreat, and peeped over Laurette"s shoulder so that her reflection should be displayed in the gla.s.s. Laurette, seeing suddenly a most unexpected vision of a dark mustache, literally yelled with fright, sprang up, and turned round to face her "spook," then with a further blood-curdling scream, dashed down the garden towards the house. The Mafia, rising from the shadow of the cuc.u.mber-frame, laughed long, though with caution.
"What an absolutely topping joke!" whispered Dulcie.
[Ill.u.s.tration: SHE PEEPED OVER LAURETTE"S SHOULDER]
"And on Laurette, of all people in this wide world!" rejoiced Bertha.
"Congrats., Prissie!"
"You _did_ play up no end!"
"I flatter myself I made her squeal and run!" smirked Prissie. "It just serves her right! I was longing for a chance to get even with her!"
"What about the looking-gla.s.s?" asked Carmel. "Won"t some of them be coming out to fetch it?"
"Yes, of course they will! We must take it in at once. Let us scoot round the other way, and go in by the back door before Laurette and Co.
catch us!"
Prissie seized the mirror, and the nine girls fled by another path to the door near the kitchen, where by great good luck they avoided meeting any of the servants, and were able to bolt upstairs unseen. The Gold bedroom was empty--no doubt its occupants were shivering at the side door--so they were able to restore the looking-gla.s.s to its place on the dressing-table as a surprise for Laurette when she returned. Whether she suspected them or not, it was impossible to tell, for she kept her own counsel, and, though next day they referred casually to Hallowe"en observances, she only glanced at them with half-closed eyelids, and remarked that _she_ was quite above such silly superst.i.tions.
"Which is more than a fiblet, and about the biggest whopper that Miss Laurette Aitken has ever told in her life!" declared Prissie, still chuckling gleefully at the remembrance of the startled figure fleeing down the garden.
CHAPTER XIII
The Money-makers
"All Saints"" brought a brief spell of golden weather, a s.n.a.t.c.h of Indian summer, as if Persephone, loth to go down into the Underworld, had managed to steal a few days" extra leave from Pluto, and had remained to scatter some last flowers on earth before her long banishment from the sunshine. Under the sheltered brick wall in the kitchen-garden Czar violets were blooming, sweet and fragrant as those of spring; the rose trees had burst out into a second crop, and the chrysanthemums were such a special show that Miss Walters almost shook hands with Jones the gardener over them. Little wild flowers blossomed on in quiet nooks at the edge of the shrubbery, and b.u.t.terflies, brought out by the bright days, made a last flutter in the sunshine. The leaves, which Carmel had grieved so much to see fall, lay crisp and golden on the ground, but the bare boughs of the trees, somewhat to her surprise, held a beauty of form and tint quite their own.
"They are all sorts of lovely soft delicate colors," she remarked.
"Quite different from trees in Sicily. I think it must be the damp in the air here that does it; everything seems seen through a blue haze--a kind of fairy glamour that makes them different from what they are!"
"Wait till you see them on a sousing wet December morning!" declared Gowan. "You won"t find much romance about them then!"
"But in the meantime we"ll enjoy them!" said Miss Walters, who happened to overhear. "Who votes for a walk this afternoon? Anybody who prefers to stop at home and write French translation may do so!"