"Who are you going to walk with?" asked Rose Red, meeting Clover in Quaker Row.
"I don"t know. Katy, I guess."
"Are you really? You and she like each other, don"t you? Do you know you"re the first sisters I ever knew at school who did! Generally, they quarrel awfully. The Stearns girls, who were here last term, scarcely spoke to each other. They didn"t even room together; and Sarah Stearns was always telling tales against Sue, and Sue against Sara."
"How disgusting! I never heard of any thing so mean," cried Clover, indignantly. "Why, I wouldn"t tell tales about Katy if we quarrelled ever so much. We never do, though, Katy is so sweet."
"I suppose she is," said Rose, rather doubtfully; "but, do you know, I"m sort of afraid of her. It"s because she"s so tall. Tall people always scare me. And then she looks so grave and grown up! Don"t tell her I said so, though; for I want her to like me."
"Oh, she isn"t a bit grave or grown up. She"s the funniest girl in the world. Wait till you know her," replied loyal Clover.
"I"d give any thing if I could walk with you part of this term,"
went on Rose, putting her arm round Clover"s waist. "But you see, unluckily, I"m engaged straight through. All of us old girls are.
I walk with May Mather this week and next, then Esther Dearborn for a month, then Lilly Page for two weeks, and all the rest of the time with Mary. I can"t think why I promised Lilly. I"m sure I don"t want to go with her. I"d ask Mary to let me off, only I"m afraid she"d feel bad. I say, suppose we engage now to walk with each other for the first half of next term!"
"Why, that"s not till October!" said Clover
"I know it; but it"s nice to be beforehand. Will you?"
"Of course I will; provided that Katy has somebody pleasant to go with," replied Clover, immensely flattered at being asked by the popular Rose. Then they ran downstairs, and took their places in the long procession of girls, who were ranged two and two, ready to start. Miss Jane walked at the head; and Miss Marsh, another teacher, brought up the rear. Rose Red whispered that it was like a funeral and a caravan mixed,--"as cheerful as hea.r.s.es at both ends, and wild beasts in the middle."
The walk was along a wooded road; a mile out and a mile back. The procession was not permitted to stop or straggle, or take any of the liberties which make walking pleasant. Still, Katy and Clover enjoyed it. There was a spring smell in the air, and the woods were beginning to be pretty. They even found a little trailing aribitus blossoming in a sunny hollow. Lilly was just in front of them, and amused them with histories of different girls, whom she pointed out in the long line. That was Esther Dearborn,--Rose Red"s friend.
Handsome, wasn"t she? but awfully sarcastic. The two next were Amy Alsop and Ellen Gray. They always walked together, because they were so intimate. Yes; they were nice enough, only so distressingly good. Amy did not get one single mark last term! That child with pig-tails was Bella Arkwright. Why on earth did Katy want to know her? She was a nasty little thing.
"She"s just about Elsie"s height," replied Katy. "Who"s that pretty girl with pink velvet on her hat?"
"Dear me! Do you think she"s pretty? I don"t. Her name is Louisa Agnew. She lives at Ashburn,--quite near us; but we don"t know them.
Her family are not at all in good society."
"What a pity! She looks sweet and lady-like."
Lilly tossed her head. "They"re quite common people," she said. "They live in a little mite of a house, and her father paints portraits."
"But I should think that would be nice. Doesn"t she ever take you to see his pictures?"
"Take me!" cried Lilly, indignantly. "I should think not. I tell you we don"t visit. I just speak when we"re here, but I never see her when I"m at home."
"Move on, young ladies. What are you stopping for?" cried Miss Jane.
"Yes; move on," muttered Rose Red, from behind. "Don"t you hear Policeman X?"
From walking-hour till tea-time was "recreation" again. Lilly improved this opportunity to call at No. 6. She had waited to see how the girls were likely to take in the school before committing herself to intimacy; but, now that Rose Red had declared in their favor, she was ready to begin to be friendly.
"How lovely!" she said, looking about. "You got the end room, after all, didn"t you? What splendid times you"ll have! Oh, how plainly you can see Berry Searles"s window! Has he spoken to you yet?"
"Spoken to us,--of course not! Why should he?" replied Katy: "he doesn"t know us, and we don"t know him."
"That"s nothing: half the girls in the school bow, and speak, and carry on with young men they don"t know. You won"t have a bit of fun if you"re so particular."
"I don"t want that kind of fun," replied Katy, with energy in her voice; "neither does Clover. And I can"t imagine how the girls can behave so. It isn"t lady-like at all."
Katy was very fond of this word, lady-like. She always laid great stress upon it. It seemed in some way to be connected with Cousin Helen, and to mean every thing that was good, and graceful, and sweet.
"Dear me! I"d no idea you were so dreadfully proper," said Lilly, pouting. "Mother said you were as prim and precise as your grandmother; but I didn"t suppose"--
"How unkind!" broke in Clover, taking fire, as usual, at any affront to Katy. "Katy prim and precise! She isn"t a bit! She"s twice as much fun as the rest of you girls; but it"s nice fun,--not this horrid stuff about students. I wish your mother wouldn"t say such things!"
"I didn"t--she didn"t--I don"t mean exactly that," stammered Lilly, frightened by Clover"s indignant eyes. "All I meant was, that Katy is dreadfully dignified for her age, and we bad girls will have to look out. You needn"t be so mad, Clover; I"m sure it"s very nice to be proper and good, and set an example."
"I don"t want to preach to anybody," said Katy, coloring, "and I wasn"t thinking about examples. But really and truly, Lilly, wouldn"t your mother, and all the girls" mothers, be shocked if they knew about these performances here?"
"Gracious! I should think so; ma would kill me. I wouldn"t have her know of my goings on for all the world."
Just then Rose pulled out a drawer, and called through to ask if Clover would please come in and help her a minute. Lilly took advantage of her absence to say,--
"I came on purpose to ask you to walk with me for four weeks. Will you?"
"Thank you; but I"m engaged to Clover."
"To Clover! But she"s your sister; you can get off."
"I don"t want to get off. Clover and I like dearly to go together."
Lilly stared. "Well, I never heard of such a thing," she said, "you"re really romantic. The girls will call you "The Inseparables.""
"I wouldn"t mind being inseparable from Clover," said Katy, laughing.
Next day was Sat.u.r.day. It was nominally a holiday; but so many tasks were set for it, that it hardly seemed like one. The girls had to practise in the gymnasium, to do their mending, and have all drawers in apple-pie order, before afternoon, when Miss Jane went through the rooms on a tour of inspection. Sat.u.r.day, also, was the day for writing home letters; so, altogether, it was about the busiest of the week.
Early in the morning Miss Jane appeared in Quaker Row with some slips of paper in her hand, one of which she left at each door. They told the hours at which the girls were to go to the bath-house.
"You will carry, each, a crash towel, a sponge, and soap," she announced to Katy, "and will be in the entry, at the foot of the stairs, at twenty-five minutes after nine precisely. Failures in punctuality will be punished by a mark." Miss Jane always delivered her words like a machine, and closed her mouth with a snap at the end of the sentence.
"Horrid thing! Don"t I wish her missionary would come and carry her off. Not that I blame him for staying away," remarked Rose Red, from her door; making a face at Miss Jane, as she walked down the entry.
"I don"t understand about the bath-house," said Katy. "Does it belong to us? And where is it?"
"No, it doesn"t belong to us. It belongs to Mr. Perrit, and anybody can use it; only on Sat.u.r.day it is reserved for us nuns. Haven"t you every noticed it when we have been out walking? It"s in that street by the bakery, which we pa.s.s to take the Lebanon road. We go across the green, and down by Professor Seccomb"s, and we are in plain sight from the college all the way; and, of course, those abominable boys sit there with spy-gla.s.ses, and stare as hard as ever they can. It"s perfectly horrid. "A crash towel, a sponge, and soap," indeed! I wish I could make Miss Jane eat the pieces of soap which she has forced me to carry across this village."
"O Rose!" remonstrated Mary Silver.
"Well, I do. And the crash towels afterward, by way of a dessert,"
replied the incorrigible Rose. "Never mind! Just wait! A bright idea strikes me!"
"Oh! what?" cried the other three; but Rose only pursed up her mouth, arched he eye-brows, and vanished into her own room, locking the door behind her. Mary Silver, finding herself shut out, sat down meekly in the hall till such time as it should please Rose to open the door.
This was not till the bath hour. As Katy and Clover went by, Rose put her head out, and called that she would be down in a minute.
The bathing party consisted of eight girls, with Miss Jane for escort.