Outwardly calm, but with a strong tendency to bolt for home, Pearl walked into the princ.i.p.al"s room, and up to his desk, where he sat making his register.
He looked up inquiringly and asked curtly: "What-do you want?"
"I am comin" to school, if you please," Pearl said calmly.
"What do you know?" he asked, none too gently, for it was one of his bad days.
"Not much yet," Pearl said, "but I want to know a whole lot."
He put down his pen and looked at her with interest. "We"ve plenty of room for people who don"t know things, but want to. We"re short of that kind. We"ve plenty of people here who think they know a lot and don"t want to know any more, but you"re an entirely new kind."
Pearl laughed--the easy, infectious laugh that won for her so many friends.
"You see," she said, "I"ve got to learn as fast as I can, now while the money lasts, for there"s so many of us. I"m ignorant for me age, too. I"m thirteen now, and I haven"t been to school since I was ten, but I should be able to learn a whole lot, for I"m going to come as long as this dress lasts anyway, and I"ve got sateen sleeves to put on over it past the elbows to save it, for that"s where it"ll likely go first, and I"m takin" long steps to keep my boots from wearin"
out, and I"m earnin" a little money now, for I"ve got the job of takin" care of the school, me and Jimmy."
The schoolmaster forgot that he was discouraged, forgot that he had been having a hard time with Grade VIII"s geography, forgot that he had just made up his mind to quit teaching. He saw nothing but a little girl standing eagerly before him, telling him her hopes, and depending on him to help her to realize them.
He put out his hand impulsively, and took hers.
"Pearl," he said, "you"re all right!"
That night, when Pearl went home, she gave her family the story of the Magna Charta, drawing such a vivid picture of King John"s general depravity that even her father"s indignation was stirred.
"That lad"ll have to mend his ways," he said seriously, as he opened the stove door to get a coal for his pipe, "or there will be trouble coming his way."
"And you bet there was," Pearl replied. "What did they do but all git together one day, after they got the crop cut, and they drawed up a list of things that he couldn"t do, and then they goes to him, and says they: "Sign this, yer Highness;" and he takes the paper and wipes his gla.s.ses on his hanky, and he reads them all over polite enough, and then he says, says he, handing it back: "The divil I will!""
"Did he really say that, Pearlie?" her Mother asked.
"Did he?" Pearl said scornfully. "He said worse than that, Ma; and then they says, says they: "Sign it, or there"ll be another man on yer job." And says he, brave as ye please: "I"ll see ye some place before I sign it," and with that what did they do but jist sit down where they were, lit their pipes, as unconcerned as could be, and says they: "Take yer time, your Highness, we"re not in a hurry; we bro"t our dinners," says they, "an" we"ll stay right here till ye find yer pen," and they just sat there on their hunkers talkin" about the crops and the like o" that, until he signed it; which he did very bad-mannered, and flung it back at them and says he: "There now, bad cess to yez, small good it"ll do yez, for I"m the King," says he, "an" I"ll do as I blame please, so I will. The King can do no wrong,"
says he. "Well, then," says one of them, foldin" up the Magna Charta and puttin" it away careful in his breast pocket, "the King can"t break his word, I guess," and wid that he winks at the rest of them, and they says, says they: "That"s one on you, yer Majesty!" But they couldn"t put him in good humour, and they do say, Ma, that when the company was gone that that man cut up somethin" rough, cursed and swore, and chewed up sticks, and frothed at the mouth like a mad dog, and sure, the very next day, when he was driving through a place called "The Wash," drunk as an owl, he dropped his crown, and his little satchel wid all his good clothes in it, and him being the way he was he never heard them splash. When he missed them he felt awful, and went back to hunt for them, puddlin" round in his bare feet for hours, and some say he had et too many lampreys, whatever that is, for his breakfast, but anyway, he got a cowld in his head and he died, so he did."
"Wasn"t that a bad state for the poor man to die in, childer dear,"
said Mrs. Watson, wishing to give Pearl"s story a moral value; "and him full of wickedness and cursin"!"
"And lampwicks, too, Ma!" Bugsey added.
"Where he wuz now?" asked Danny, who had a theological bent.
"Faith, now, that"s not an easy thing to say for certain," said the father gravely. "Things look pretty bad for him, I"m thinkin"."
After some discussion as to John"s present address, Pearlie summed it up with a fine blending of charity and orthodoxy by saying: "Well, we just hope he"s gone to the place where we"re afraid he isn"t."
The days pa.s.sed fleet-footed with the Watson family--days full of healthy and happy endeavour, with plenty to eat, clothes to wear, Ma at home, and everybody getting a chance to be somebody. Pearl was the happiest little girl in the world. Every night she brought home faithfully what she had learned at school, at least the interesting part of it, and when the day"s work had been dull and abstract, out of the wealth of her imagination she proceeded to make it interesting.
Under Pearl"s sympathetic telling of it, they wept over the untimely fate of Mary, Queen of Scots, and decided that Elizabeth was a bad lot, and Mrs. Watson declared that if she "had aknowed all this before, she would never ha" called Mary, Mary Elizabeth, because that just seems like takin" sides with both parties," and she just couldn"t "abear people that do that!"
Lady Jane Grey, the Princes in the Tower, Oliver Cromwell, the unhappy Charles I, were their daily guests, and were discussed with the freedom and interest with which dwellers in small towns are popularly supposed to discuss their neighbours.
All of the evening was not given up to pleasure. Pearl saw to it that each child did his stint of home work, and very often a spelling match was held, with Pearl as the teacher and no-fair-to-try-over.
The result of this was that Teddy Watson, Cla.s.s V; Billy Watson, Cla.s.s III; Tommy and Jimmy Watson, Cla.s.s IIA; Patsey and Bugsey Watson, Cla.s.s I, were impregnable rocks at the head of their cla.s.ses on whom the troublesome waves of "ei"s" and "ie"s," one "l" or two "l"s," beat in vain.
Even John Watson, hard though his hands were with the handling of a shovel, was not immune from this outburst of learning, and at Pearlie"s suggestion even he was beginning to learn! He filled pages of her scribbler with "John Watson," in round blocky letters, and then added "Millford, Manitoba."
"Now, Pa," Pearlie said one night, "ain"t there some of yer friends ye"d like to write to, seein" as yer gettin" on so fine?"
John had not kept up a close touch with his friends down east since he came to Manitoba.
"It"s fifteen year," he said, "since I left the Ottaway valley, but I"m thinkin" me sister Katie is alive. Katie was me oldest sister, but I"m thinkin" it would take a lot to kill her!"
"What was she like, Pa?" Pearl asked.
John smoked on reminiscently. "She was a smart girl, was Kate, wid her tongue. I always liked to hear her usin" it, on someone else. I mind once me poor, father and Katie went to a circus at Arnprior and father got into a bean and sh.e.l.l game. It looked rale easy at first sight, and me father expected to make a bunch o" money, but instead o" that, he lost all he had on him, and his watch, and so he came to Katie and told her what had happened. Well, sir, they say that Katie just gave a le"p and cracked her heels together, and, sir, she went at yon man, and he gave back the money, every cent of it, and me father"s watch, too. The people said they never heerd language like Katie used yon time."
"She didn"t swear, did she, John?" Mrs. Watson asked, in a shocked tone, giving him a significant look which, interpreted, meant that was not the time to tell the truth if the truth were incriminating.
"No," John said slowly, "Katie would not waste her breath swearin".
She told the man mostly what she thought of him, and how his looks struck her, and what he reminded her of. I mind she said a rang o"
tang would lose friends if he changed faces with him, and a few things like that, but n.o.body could say that Katie used language unbecomin" a lady. She was always partick"ler that way."
"Would you like to write to her and see how she is, Pa?" Pearl asked.
"Well, now I don"t care if I do," her father answered.
The letter was written with infinite pains. The composition was Pearlie"s, and Pearlie was in her happiest mood, and so it really was a very pleasant and alluring picture she drew of how John Watson had prospered since coming west, and then, to give weight to it, she sent a snapshot that Camilla had taken of the whole family in their good clothes.
"It seems to me," Mrs. Watson said one night, "like as if we are gettin" on too prosperous. The childer have been gettin" on so well, and we"re all so happy like, I"m feart somethin" will happen. This is too good to last."
Mrs. Watson had a strain of Highland blood in her, and there was a Banshee in the family two generations back, so it was not to be wondered at that she sometimes indulged in gloomy forebodings.
Every day she looked for something to happen. One day it did. It was Aunt Katie from "down the Ottaway!"
Aunt Kate Shenstone came unannounced, unheralded by letter, card, or telegram. Aunt Kate said you never could depend on the mails--they were like as not to open your letter and keep your stamp! So she came, carrying her two telescope valises and her handbag. She did not believe in having anything checked--that was inviting disaster!
Aunt Kate found her way to the Watson home under the direction of Wilford Ducker, who had all his previous training on the subject of courtesy to strangers seriously upset by the way Jimmy Watson talked to him when they met a few days afterward.
"You see, John," Mrs. Shenstone said to her brother, when he came home, "it seemed so lucky when I got your letter. I always did want to come to Manitoba, but Bill, that"s my man, John, he was a sort of a tie, being a consumptive; but I buried Bill just the week before I got your letter."
"Wus he dead?" Bugsey asked quickly.
"Dead?" Aunt Kate gasped. "Well, I should say he was."
"My, I"m glad!" Bugsey exclaimed.
Aunt Kate demanded an explanation for his gladness.
"I guess he"s glad, because then you could come and see us, Auntie,"
Mary said. Mary was a diplomat.