The idea of Rose as a "model" made Clover smile in the midst of her dolefulness.
"It"s an outrageous thing," said Ellen Gray, "if Mrs. Florence only knew it, you two have done more to keep the rest of us steady than any girls in school."
"So they have," blubbered Rose, whose pretty face was quite swollen with crying. "I"ve been getting better and better every day since they came." She put her arms round Clover as she spoke, and sobbed harder than ever.
It was in the midst of this excitement that Miss Jane saw fit to come in and "inspect the room." When she saw the crying girls and the general confusion of every thing, she was very angry.
"I shall mark you both for disorder," she said. "Get off the bed, Miss Carr. Hang your dresses up at once, Clover, and put your shoes in the shoe-bag. I never saw any thing so disgraceful. All these things must be in order when I return, fifteen minutes from now, or I shall report you to Mrs. Florence."
"It"s of no consequence what you do. We are not going to stay,"
muttered Katy. But soon she was ashamed of having said this. Her anger was melting, and grief taking its place. "Oh, papa! papa!
Elsie! Elsie!" she whispered to herself, as she slowly hung up the dresses; and, unseen by the girls, she hid her face in the folds of Clover"s gray alpaca, and shed some hot tears. Till then she had been too angry to cry.
This softer mood followed her all through the evening. Clover and Rose sat by, talking over the affair and keeping their wrath warm with discussion. Katy said hardly a word. She felt too weary and depressed to speak.
"Who could have written the note?" asked Clover again and again. It was impossible to guess. It seemed absurd to suspect any of the older girls; but then, as Rose suggested, the absurdity as well as the signature might have been imitated to avoid detection.
"I know one thing" remarked Rose, "and that is that I should like to kill Mrs. Searles. Horrid old thing!--peeping and prying into pockets.
She has no business to be alive at all."
Rose"s ferocious speeches always sounded specially comical when taken in connection with her pink cheeks and her dimples.
"Shall you write to papa to-night, Katy?" asked Clover.
Katy shook her head. She was too heavy-hearted to talk. Big tears rolled down unseen and fell upon the pillow. After Rose was gone, and the candle out, she cried herself to sleep.
Waking early in the dim dawn, she lay and thought it over, Clover slumbering soundly beside her meanwhile. "Morning brings counsel,"
says the old proverb. In this case it seemed true. Katy, to her surprise, found a train of fresh thoughts filling her mind, which were not there when she fell asleep. She recalled her pa.s.sionate words and feelings of the day before. Now that the mood had pa.s.sed, they seemed to her worse than the injury which provoked them. Quick- tempered and generous people often experience this. It was easier for Katy to forgive Mrs. Florence, because it was needful also that she should forgive herself.
"I said I would write to papa to take us away," she thought "Why did I say that? What good would it do? It wouldn"t make anybody disbelieve this hateful story. They"d only think I wanted to get away because I was found out. And papa would be so worried and disappointed. It has cost him a great deal to get us ready and send us here, and he wants us to stay a year. If we went home now, all the money would be wasted. And yet how horrid it is going to be after this! I don"t feel as if I could ever bear to see Mrs.
Florence again. I must write.
"But then," her thoughts flowed on, "home wouldn"t seem like home if we went away from school in disgrace, and knew that everybody here was believing such things. Suppose, instead, I were to write to papa to come on and make things straight. He"d find out the truth, and force Mrs. Florence to see it. It would be very expensive, though; and I know he oughtn"t to leave home again so soon. Oh, dear! How hard it is to know what to do!"
"What would Cousin Helen say?" she continued, going in imagination to the sofa-side of the dear friend who was to her like a second conscience. She shut her eyes and invented a long talk,--her questions, Cousin Helen"s replies. But, as everybody knows, it is impossible to play croquet by yourself and be strictly impartial to all the four b.a.l.l.s. Katy found that she was making Cousin Helen play (that is, answer) as she herself wished, and not, as something whispered, she would answer were she really there.
"It is just the "Little Scholar" over again," she said, half aloud, "I can"t see. I don"t know how to act." She remembered the dream she once had, of a great beautiful Face and a helping hand. "And it was real," she murmured, "and just as real, and just as near, now as then."
The result of this long meditation was that, when Clover woke up, she found Katy leaning over, ready to kiss her for good morning, and looking bright and determined.
"Clovy," she said, "I"ve been thinking; and I"m not going to write to papa about this affair at all!"
"Aren"t you? Why not?" asked Clover, puzzled.
"Because it would worry him, and be of no use. He would come on and take us right away, I"m sure; but Mrs. Florence and all the teachers, and a great many of the girls, would always believe that this horrid, ridiculous story is true. I can"t bear to have them. Let"s stay, instead, and convince them that it isn"t. I think we can."
"I would a great deal rather go home," said Clover. "It won"t ever be nice here again. We shall have this dark room, and Miss Jane will be more unkind than ever, and the girls will think you wrote that note, and Lilly Page will say hateful things!" She b.u.t.toned her boots with a vindictive air.
"Never mind," said Katy, trying to feel brave. "I don"t suppose it will be pleasant, but I"m pretty sure it"s right. And Rosy and all the girls we really care for know how it is."
"I can"t bear it," sighed Clover, with tears in her eyes. "It is so cruel that they should say such things about you."
"I mean that they shall say something quite different before we go away," replied Katy, stroking her hair. "Cousin Helen would tell us to stay, I"m pretty sure. I was thinking about her just now, and I seemed to hear her voice in the air, saying over and over, "Live it down! Live it down! Live it down!"" She half sang this, and took two or three dancing steps across the room.
"What a girl you are!" said Clover, consoled by seeing Katy look so bright.
Mrs. Florence was surprised that morning, as she sat in her room, by the appearance of Katy. She looked pale, but perfectly quiet and gentle.
"Mrs. Florence," she said, "I"ve come to say that I shall not write to my father to take us away, as I told you I should."
Mrs. Florence bowed stiffly, by way of answer.
"Not," went on Katy, with a little flash in her eyes, "that he would hesitate, or doubt my word one moment, if I did. But he wished us to stay here a year, and I don"t want to disappoint him. I"d rather stay. And, Mrs. Florence, I"m sorry I was angry, and felt that you were unjust."
"And to-day you own that I was not?"
"Oh, no!" replied Katy, "I can"t do that. You _were_ unjust, because neither Clover nor I wrote that note. We wouldn"t do such a horrid thing for the world, and I hope some day you will believe us. But I oughtn"t to have spoken so."
Katy"s face and voice were so truthful as she said this, that Mrs.
Florence was almost shaken in her opinion.
"We will say no more about the matter," she remarked, in a kinder tone. "If your conduct is perfectly correct in future, it will go far to make this forgotten."
Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong. Katy felt this as she walked away from Mrs. Florence"s room. But she would not let herself grow angry again. "Live it down!" she whispered, as she went into the school-room.
She and Clover had a good deal to endure for the next two or three weeks. They missed their old room with its sunny window and pleasant outlook. They missed Rose, who, down at the far end of Quaker Row, could not drop in half so often as had been her custom. Miss Jane was specially grim and sharp; and some of the upstairs girls, who resented Katy"s plain speaking, and the formation of a society against flirting, improved the chance to be provoking. Lilly Page was one of these. She didn"t really believe Katy guilty, but she liked to tease her by pretending to believe it.
"Only to think of the President of the Saintly Stuck-Up Society being caught like this!" she remarked, maliciously. "What are our great reformers coming to? Now if it had been a sinner like me, no one would be surprised!"
All this naturally was vexatious. Even sunny Clover shed many tears in private over her mortifications. But the girls bore their trouble bravely, and never said one syllable about the matter in the letters home. There were consolations, too, mixed with the annoyances. Rose Red clung to her two friends closely, and loyally fought their battles.
The S. S. U. C. to a girl rallied round its chief. After that sad Sat.u.r.day the meetings were resumed with as much spirit as ever.
Katy"s steadiness and uniform politeness and sweet temper impressed even those who would have been glad to believe a tale against her, and in short time the affair ceased to be a subject for discussion,-- was almost forgotten, in fact, except for a sore spot in Katy"s heart, and one page in Rose Red"s alb.u.m, upon which, under the date of that fatal day, were written these words, headed by an appalling skull and cross-bones in pen-and-ink:--
"N. B.--Pay Miss Jane off."
CHAPTER VIII. CHANGES.
"Clover, where"s Clover?" cried Rose Red, popping her head into the schoolroom, where Katy sat writing her composition. "Oh, Katy! there you are. I want you too. Come down to my room right away. I"ve such a thing to tell you!"
"What is it?" Tell me too!" said Bella Arkwright. Bella was a veritable "little pitcher," of the kind mentioned in the Proverb, and had an insatiable curiosity to know every thing that other people knew.
"Tell you, Miss? I should really like to know why!" replied Rose, who was not at all fond of Bella.
"You"re real mean, and real unkind," whined Bella. "You think you"re a great grown-up lady, and can have secrets. But you ain"t! You"re a little girl too,--most as little as me. So there!"