If I thought I had to teach, I should go crazy. I should like to have a good time at home for a few years, and then--yes, I should!--I should like to marry a nice man who loved me, and live in the country--and have a dear little home of my own. Now, I suppose you despise me for a poor- spirited wretch; but it"s true, and I can"t help it."
But Tom did not look at all scornful. She beamed at the speaker over her slice of plum-cake, and cried blandly--
"Bless you, no! It"s quite natural. You are that sort, my dear, and I should not have believed you if you had said anything else. You"ll marry, of course, and I"ll come and visit you in the holidays, and you"ll say to `Him," `What a terrible old maid Thomasina has grown!" and I"ll say to myself, `Poor, dear old Dorothy, she is painfully domestic!"
and we will both pity each other, and congratulate ourselves on our own escape. We have different vocations, you and I, and it would be folly to try to go the same way."
"You are happy creatures it you are _allowed_ to go your own way," said Bertha sadly. "I"m not, and that"s just the trouble. I"m not a star, like Tom, but I love work, and want to do some good with my education.
I should be simply miserable settling down at home with no occupation but to pay calls, or do poker work and sewing; yet that"s what my parents expect me to do. They are rich, and can"t understand why I should want to work when there is no necessity. I may persuade them to send me abroad for a year or so for languages and music, but even then I should be only twenty, and I can"t settle down to vegetate at twenty.
It"s unreasonable to send a girl to a school where she is kept on the alert, body and mind, every hour of the day, and then expect her to be content to browse for the rest of her life! Now, what ought one to do in my position? _I_ want one thing; _they_ want another. Whose duty is it to give way?"
She looked at Tom as she spoke, but Tom swung her feet to and fro, and went on munching plum-cake and staring into s.p.a.ce with imperturbable unconsciousness. Bertha called her sharply to attention.
"Tom! answer, can"t you? I was speaking to you."
"Rather not, my dear. Ask someone else; some wise old Solomon who has had experience."
"No, thank you. I know beforehand what he would say. `Submission, my child, submission! Parents always know best. Young people are always obstinate and hot-headed. Be ruled! Be guided! In time to come you will see"--Yah!" cried Bertha, with a sudden outburst of irritation.
"I"m sick of it! I"ve had it dinned into my ears all my life, and I want to hear someone appreciate the other side for a change. I"m young; I"ve got all my life to live. If I were a boy I should be allowed to choose. Surely! surely, I ought to have _some_ say in my own affairs!
Don"t shirk now, Tom, but speak out and say what you think. If you are going to be a Princ.i.p.al you ought to be able to give advice, and I really do need it!"
"Ye-es!" said Tom slowly. "But you needn"t have given me such a poser to start with. It"s a problem my dear, that has puzzled many a girl before you, and many a parent, too. The worst of it is that there is so much to be said on both sides. I could make out an excellent brief for each; and, while I think of it, it wouldn"t be half a bad subject to discuss some day at our Debating Society: `To what extent is a girl justified in deciding on her own career, in opposition to the wishes of her parents?" Make a note of that someone, will you? It will come in usefully. I"m thankful to say my old dad and I see eye to eye about my future, but if he didn"t--it would be trying! I hate to see girls disloyal to their parents, and if the `revolt of the daughters" were the only outcome of higher education I should say the sooner we got back to deportment and the use of the globes the better for all concerned. But it wasn"t all peace and concord even in the old days. Don"t tell me that half a dozen daughters sat at home making bead mats in the front parlour, and never had ructions with their parents or themselves! They quarrelled like cats, my dears, take my word for it, and were ever so much less happy and devoted than girls are now, going away to do their work, and coming home with all sorts of interesting little bits of news to add to the general store. It"s impossible to lay down the law on such a question, for every case is different from another, but I think a great deal depends on the work waiting at home. If a girl is an only daughter, or the only strong or unmarried one, there is no getting away from it that her place is with her parents. We don"t want to be like the girl in _Punch_, who said, `My father has gout, and my mother is crippled, and it is so dull at home that I am going to be a nurse in a hospital!" _That_ won"t do! If you have a duty staring you in the face you are a coward it you run away from it. An only daughter ought to stay at home; but when there are two or three, it"s different. It doesn"t take three girls to arrange flowers, and write notes, and pay calls, and sew for bazaars; and where there is a restless one among them, who longs to do something serious with her time, I--I think the parents should give way! As you say, we have to live our own lives, and, as boys are allowed to choose, I think we should have the same liberty. I don"t know how large your family is, Bertha, or--"
"Three sisters at home. One engaged, but the other two not likely to be, so far as I can see, and Mother quite well, and brisk, and active!"
"Well, don"t worry! Don"t force things, or get cross, and they"ll give in yet, you"ll see. Put your view of the case before them, and see if you cannot meet each other somehow. If they find that you are quiet and reasonable they will be far more inclined to take you seriously, and believe that you know your own mind. That"s all the advice I can give you, my dear, and I"m afraid it"s not what you wanted. Perhaps someone else can speak a word in season!"
"Well, I side with the parents, for if the rich are going to work, what is to become of the poor ones like me, who are obliged to earn their living?" cried Kathleen, eagerly. "Now, if Bertha and I competed for an appointment, she could afford to take less salary, and so, of course--"
"No, no! That"s mean! I do beg and pray all you Blues that, whatever you do, you never move a finger to reduce the salaries of other women!"
cried Tom fervently. "If you don"t need the money, give it away to Governesses" Inst.i.tutions--Convalescent Homes--whatever you like; but, for pity"s sake, don"t take less than your due. For my own part, I must candidly say that when I am Princ.i.p.al I shall select my staff from those who are like Kathleen, and find work a necessity rather than a distraction. It seems to me, if I were rich and idle, I could find lots of ways of making myself of use in the world without jostling the poor Marthas. I could coach poor governesses who were behind the times, but couldn"t afford to take lessons; I"d translate books into Braille for the blind; I"d teach working boys at their clubs, and half a dozen other interesting, useful things. There"s no need to be idle, even if one _does_ live at home with a couple of dear old conservative parents.
Where there"s a will there"s a way!"
"But I want it to be my way!" sighed Bertha, dolefully. Like the majority of people who ask for advice, she was far from satisfied now that she had got it.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
THE "REVELS."
One of the Hurst Manor inst.i.tutions was a whole holiday on the first Sat.u.r.day in June, which was technically known as "Revels." The holiday had been inaugurated partly to celebrate the coming of summer, and partly as a kindly distraction for the students, who at this season of the year were apt to be too absorbingly engrossed in the coming examinations. Old pupils declared that at no other time was the Princ.i.p.al so indulgent and anxious to second the girls" fancies, while the particular form of entertainment was left entirely to their discretion. When the programme was drawn up it was submitted to Miss Bruce for approval, but, as she had never been known to object, the consultation was more a matter of form than necessity.
To Rhoda"s surprise, she found her name among those of the General Committee posted on the notice board, and the delight and pride consequent thereon diverted her thoughts into a new channel, and were as good as a tonic to her nervous system. It was a compliment to have been chosen, for the dozen girls had been drawn from all five houses, and Irene Grey and herself were the only representatives of the Blues.
"It"s a beauty compet.i.tion, evidently. Can"t think why they haven"t asked me!" was Tom"s comment; but Rhoda felt convinced that she had been selected because of the dramatic abilities which she had exhibited on more than one of the Thursday "Frolics," and was not far wrong in her surmise. She had, in truth, a keen eye for effect, a power of manufacturing properties, and of learning and even inventing suitable rhymes, which were invaluable in organising an entertainment.
"And besides," said the Games Captain to her Secretary, "there"s her back hair! She has really admirable back hair!"
The Committee held their meetings in the study of the Head Green, and anxiously discussed their programme. On previous years they had held Gymkhanas and various kinds of picnics, but the ambition was ever to hit on something so original and startling as to eclipse all that had previously been attempted. They racked their brains and gazed helplessly at the ceiling, while the Chairwoman begged for remarks, after the manner of all Committees since the world began. Then, at last, someone hazarded a suggestion, someone else took it up and added a fresh idea; and the ball, once set rolling, grew bigger and bigger, until, at last, there it was, complete and formed before them! It was a charming programme--quite charming! They were full of admiration for their own cleverness in inventing it, and away they flew, smiling and confident, to consult Miss Bruce in her sanctum.
The Princ.i.p.al read the sheet handed to her, and the corners of her lips twitched in humorous fashion. She looked across at the twelve eager young faces, and smiled a slow, kindly smile.
"It sounds _very_ charming!" she said; "I am sure it would be most entertaining, but--would it not involve a great deal of preparation? Do you think you have realised how much work you will have?"
"Oh yes, Miss Bruce, but we can manage it easily!" cried the Chairwoman.
"We can get as many helpers as we like in game hours, and you always allow us an afternoon off to make preparations."
"Certainly, certainly! You can do nothing without time. Very well, then, if you think you can manage, I have no objection. You have my permission to ask the carpenter and gardeners to help you, and if anything is needed, one of the governesses shall go into town to make your purchases."
Nothing could have been more gracious. The Committee gave a unanimous murmur of acknowledgment, and were immediately smitten with embarra.s.sment. So long as one has something to say it is easy to retain self-confidence, but, when the business is finished, the necessity of saying good-bye and beating a retreat becomes fraught with terror to the timid guest. The girls felt that it would be discourteous to retire without speaking another word, but what to say they could not think, so they huddled together beside the door, and waited to be dismissed, which they presently were in the kindest of manners.
"I shall look forward with great pleasure to the performance. Success to your efforts! You will have plenty to do, so I won"t detain you any longer. Good afternoon!"
The Committee retired in haste, gasped relief in the corridor, and promptly set about collecting forces for the furtherance of its aim.
They enlisted the sympathies of the workmen engaged in the grounds, selected parties of amateur gardeners to supplement their efforts, and chose the forty prettiest girls in the school to be on the "acting staff." Each new worker was pledged to secrecy, as surprise was to be the order of the day, and a certain portion of the grounds was marked off by placards bearing the announcement that "Trespa.s.sers would be persecuted!" A casual observer might have imagined a slip of the pen in this last word, but the girls knew better. It would be persecution, indeed, and of no light nature, which would be visited upon a willing violator of that order.
For the next ten days preparations went on busily, both outdoors and in the various studies. Lessons, of course, could not be interrupted, but the hours usually devoted to games, added to odd five minutes of leisure, made up a not inconsiderable total. The onlookers reported eagerly among themselves that the dancing mistress had been pressed into the service, and that sundry mysterious boxes had been sent to the leading members of the Committee from their various homes. Everyone was agreed that "It" was to be very grand, and they prepared to enjoy the entertainment in a hearty, but duly critical fashion; for when we ourselves have not been asked to take part in an enterprise, pride has no better consolation than to think how much more successful it would have been in happier circ.u.mstances!
The Committee announced that, should the weather prove unpropitious, a modified form of the proposed entertainment would be given in Great Hall, but no one seriously contemplated such a catastrophe. Providence was so invariably kind to "Revels" that the oldest student could not recall a day that had been less than perfect, and this year was no exception to the rule. The air was soft, the sky was blue, the gra.s.s, unscorched as yet by the heat of summer, of a rich emerald green, the sunshine sent flickering shadows over the paths; it was one of those perfect days when our native land is seen at its best; and when England is at her best, go east or west, or where you will, you can find no place to equal it! Every single inmate of school came down to breakfast with a smile on her face, for this was a day of all play and no work, and as the formal entertainment did not take place until three o"clock, the whole morning remained in which to laze after one"s heart"s desire.
Even the Committee were so well on with their preparations that by eleven o"clock they were free to join their friends, and Rhoda looked eagerly round for Miss Everett. No one had seen her, however, and a vague report that she was "headachy" sent the searcher indoors to further her inquiries. She found the study door closed, but a faint voice bade her enter, and there on the sofa lay Miss Everett with a handkerchief bound round her head. She looked up and smiled at Rhoda"s entrance, and said immediately:
"Do you want me, dear? Can I do anything to help you?"
"So likely that I would let you, isn"t it?" returned Rhoda scornfully.
"What is the matter? Is your head bad?"
"Yes! No! It isn"t really so very bad, but one seems to give way when there is nothing to do. If it had been an ordinary day I should have gone on with my work, and even played games. I have managed to get through many a time when I"ve been worse than this; but it"s a luxury to lie still and rest. I--I"m enjoying it very much!"
"You look like it!" said Rhoda shortly, noting with sharp eyes the flushed cheeks, the drops of tell-tale moisture on the eyelashes. "This room is like an oven, and it will get worse and worse as the day goes on. Now, it"s my turn to order you about, and you"ve got to obey. Get up and put on your hat, and come out with me!"
"Rhoda, I can"t! It"s cruel! I can"t walk about. Do--do let me rest when I get a chance. I"m _so_ tired!"
"You are not going to walk about; you are going to rest better than you could ever do here, so don"t worry and make objections. Here"s your hat, and here"s my arm, and please come along without any more arguing.
You"ll be thankful to me when I get you nicely settled!"
"_When_!" echoed Miss Everett ungratefully; but she was too languid to oppose the girl"s strong will, so she sat up, put on her hat, and allowed herself to be led downstairs and into the grounds. The girls were scattered about under the trees, but Rhoda skirted round the paths so as to avoid them as much as possible, and presently came to a sheltered spot, where Dorothy lay swinging to and fro in a most superior Canadian hammock which had been sent from Erley Chase at the beginning of the summer weather. She peered over the edge as footsteps approached and Rhoda cried briskly:
"Tumble out, Dorothy! I said you could have it until I needed it myself, and I want it now for Miss Everett. She has a headache, and is going to rest here until lunch. Now then, I"ll shake up the pillows, and if you don"t say it is the most delicious hammock you ever lay in, I shan"t think much of your taste. I"ll put up the parasol and tuck it into the ropes--so!--that you may feel nice and private if anyone pa.s.ses. Now then, how"s that? Isn"t that comfy? Isn"t that an improvement on the stuffy little study?"
Miss Everett rested her head on the cushion, and drew a long breath of enjoyment.
"It"s--beautiful! It"s perfect. I"m so happy! I never want to move again."
"You are not to move until I tell you. Go fast asleep, and I"ll promise faithfully to wake you in time for lunch. We must have you well for the afternoon, you know. I"d be heart-broken if you didn"t see me in my grand--. Never mind, that"s a secret, but you _will_ rest, won"t you?
You will be good, and do as you are told?"
"Kiss me!" replied Miss Everett simply, lifting her dark eyes to the girl"s face with an appeal so sweet that it would have touched a heart of stone. No sooner was the kiss given, than down fell the eyelids, and Rhoda crept away realising that sleep, the best of medicines, was indeed near at hand. She herself spent a happy morning lying flat on her back on the gra.s.s in company with half a dozen other girls, discussing the affairs of the world in general, the blatant follies of grown-ups, and the wonderful improvements which would take place when they in their turn came into power. Rhoda was specially fervid in denunciation, and her remarks were received with such approval that it was in high good temper that she went to awaken the sleeper from her two hours" nap.
Miss Everett declared that she felt like a "giant refreshed," had not a sc.r.a.p of pain left, and had enjoyed herself so much that if "Revels"
ended there and then, she would still consider it an historic occasion, which was satisfactory indeed.