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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: The Girl from Arizona</p> +<p>Author: Nina Rhoades</p> +<p>Release Date: May 18, 2010 [eBook #32417]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE GIRL FROM ARIZONA***</p> +<p> </p> +<h4>E-text prepared by Emmy, Darleen Dove,<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (<a href="http://www.pgdp.net/c/">http://www.pgdp.net</a>)<br /> + from page images generously made available by<br /> + Internet Archive<br /> + (<a href="http://www.archive.org/">http://www.archive.org</a>)</h4> +<p> </p> +<table border="0" style="background-color: #ccccff;" cellpadding="10"> + <tr> + <td valign="top"> + Note: + </td> + <td> + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive. See + <a href="http://www.archive.org/details/girlfromarizona00rhoarich"> + http://www.archive.org/details/girlfromarizona00rhoarich</a> + </td> + </tr> +</table> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 311px;"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="311" height="500" alt="Cover" title="" /> +</div> + +<h1>THE GIRL FROM ARIZONA</h1> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class='bbox'> +<h2>BOOKS BY NINA RHOADES</h2> + +<div class='center'>————</div> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Nina Rhoades books"> +<tr><td align='left'>MARION'S VACATION. Illustrated. 12mo. Cloth.</td><td align='left'>$1.25</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>DOROTHY BROWN. Illustrated. 12mo. Cloth.</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>VICTORINE'S BOOK. Illustrated. 12mo. Cloth. </td><td align='left'>$1.25</td></tr> +</table></div> +<div class='center'><br />————<br /><br /><br /> +FOR YOUNGER READERS<br /> +<br /> +"<span class="smcap">The Brick House Books</span>"</div> + +<p>The sight of the brick house on the cover makes girl +readers happy at once.—<i>Indianapolis News.</i></p> + +<div class='center'>Illustrated. Large 12mo. Cloth. $1.00 each<br /><br /></div> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="For Younger Readers"> +<tr><td align='left'>ONLY DOLLIE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE LITTLE GIRL NEXT DOOR</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>WINIFRED'S NEIGHBORS</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE CHILDREN ON THE TOP FLOOR</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>HOW BARBARA KEPT HER PROMISE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE MISS ROSAMOND</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>PRISCILLA OF THE DOLL SHOP</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>BRAVE LITTLE PEGGY</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE OTHER SYLVIA</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>MAISIE'S MERRY CHRISTMAS</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE QUEEN ESTHER</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<div class='center'><br /><br /> +LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO.<br /> +BOSTON<br /> +</div></div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 318px;"><a name="frontis" id="frontis"></a> +<img src="images/frontis.jpg" width="318" height="500" alt=""Aren't You Going to be Friends with Me?"" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"<span class='smcap'>Aren't You Going to be Friends with Me?</span>"—<a href="#Page_225">Page 225</a>.</span> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h1>THE GIRL FROM ARIZONA</h1> + +<h3>BY</h3> +<h2>NINA RHOADES</h2> + +<div class='center'> +<small>AUTHOR OF THE "BRICK HOUSE BOOKS," "MARION'S VACATION,"</small><br /> +<small>"DOROTHY BROWN," ETC.</small><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /><i>ILLUSTRATED BY ELIZABETH WITHINGTON</i><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 150px;"> +<img src="images/emblem.png" width="150" height="181" alt="Emblem: Knowledge No More Shall Be A Fountain Closed" title="" /> +</div> + +<div class='center'><br /><br /><br /> +BOSTON<br /> +LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO.<br /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<div class='copyright'> +Published, August, 1913<br /> +<br /> +Copyright, 1913, by<br /> +<span class="smcap">Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Co.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>All Rights Reserved</i><br /> +<br /> +THE GIRL FROM ARIZONA<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Norwood Press<br /> +Berwick & Smith Co.<br /> +Norwood, Mass.<br /> +U. S. A.<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> +<tr><td align='left' colspan='2'><small>CHAPTER</small></td><td align='right'><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>I </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Making the Best of Things</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>II </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Coming of Undine</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>III </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Trying To Remember</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>IV </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Visitor From the East</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>V </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Uncle Henry's Proposition</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>VI </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Last Evening</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>VII </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Marjorie Writes Letters</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>VIII </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Aunt Julia and Elsie</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>IX </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Marjorie Takes a Morning Walk</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>X </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">New Friends and New Fashions</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XI </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Marjorie Engages in Battle</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XII </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Motor Ride and a Football Game</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_155">155</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XIII </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Marjorie Surprises Her Relatives</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_170">170</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XIV </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Poetry Club</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_182">182</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XV </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Elsie Triumphs</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_197">197</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XVI </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Things That Hurt</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_216">216</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XVII </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Beverly Sings "Mandalay"</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_236">236</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XVIII </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">In the Sunny South</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_254">254</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XIX </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Virginia Christmas</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_266">266</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XX </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Marjorie Sees a Photograph</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_275">275</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXI </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Undine Remembers</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_290">290</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXII </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Undine Tells Her Story</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_306">306</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXIII </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Breaking the News</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_317">317</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXIV </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Marjorie Has Her Wish</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_331">331</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXV </td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Elsie Redeems Herself</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_341">341</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustrations"> +<tr><td align='left'>"Aren't you going to be friends with me?" (<a href="#Page_225">Page 225</a>)</td><td align='right'><i><a href="#frontis">Frontispiece</a></i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'><small>FACING PAGE</small></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Where in the world did you come from?"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With one quick movement she seized the whip handle</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Oh, Mother dear, I'm so sorry!"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_244">244</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Land sakes, Missy! What is it?"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_284">284</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"It takes a lot of pluck to get up and say a thing like that"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_354">354</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE GIRL FROM ARIZONA</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER I</h2> + +<h3>MAKING THE BEST OF THINGS</h3> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Marjorie.</span>"</p> + +<p>The clear call rang out, breaking the afternoon +stillness of the ranch, but there was no response, +and after waiting a moment Miss Graham gave +her wheeled chair a gentle push, which sent it +rolling smoothly across the porch of the ranch +house, down the inclined plane, which served the +purpose of steps, to the lawn. It was very hot, +the sun was blazing down as only an Arizona sun +can blaze, and not a breath of air was stirring. +But Miss Graham was accustomed to the heat and +the glare. She paused for a moment, gazing off +over the vast prairie to the California mountains, +nearly a hundred miles away. She generally +paused on that same spot for one look, although +the landscape was the only one she had seen in +twelve years. Then she moved on again, across +the lawn, now parched and dry from the long<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> +summer's heat, toward the stables and out-buildings. +It was before the smallest of these out-buildings, +a tiny log cabin, that she finally brought +the chair to a standstill.</p> + +<p>"Marjorie, are you there?"</p> + +<p>There was a sound of some one moving inside, +and a girl of fourteen, with a book in her +hand, appeared in the doorway. She was a +pretty girl, with soft light hair that curled over +her temples, and bright, merry blue eyes, but just +now the eyes were red and swollen, and there +were unmistakable tear-marks on the girl's cheeks. +At sight of the lady in the wheeled chair, however, +Marjorie's face brightened, and she hurried +forward, exclaiming remorsefully:</p> + +<p>"Oh, Aunt Jessie dear, did you come all this +way by yourself? I'm so sorry. Do you want +me to do something for you?"</p> + +<p>"You needn't be sorry," said her aunt, smiling. +"The exercise will do me good, and I am +quite proud of being able to manage this chair so +easily. I called you from the porch, but you +didn't hear. Your mother and Juanita are busy +in the kitchen making jam, and I wasn't of any +use there, so I thought I would come and see +what you were about. I felt pretty sure of finding +you in the old playhouse."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Come in," said Marjorie, eagerly. "You +haven't been in the playhouse in ages; not since I +grew too big to invite you to "make-believe" +tea, but the door is just wide enough for the +chair; don't you remember? Let me help you +in?" And springing to Miss Graham's side, +Marjorie seized the handle of the chair, and carefully +guided it through the narrow entrance, into +the little house her father had built for her own +special use, and which had always been known +as the playhouse. It might still have been regarded +as a playhouse, although its owner had +grown too old to play there. A couple of battered +dolls reposed upon a toy bedstead in one +corner, and an array of china dishes, all more or +less the worse for wear, adorned the shelves. +Marjorie loved her few possessions dearly, and +in a place where one's nearest neighbor lives +five miles away, there are not many people on +whom to bestow things which have ceased to be +useful to one's self, and they are therefore likely +to be preserved.</p> + +<p>"Now we're all nice and cosy," remarked +Marjorie, seating herself comfortably on the +floor at her aunt's feet. "There wouldn't be +room for another person in here, even if there +were anybody to come. What good times we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> +used to have here when I was little, didn't we, +Aunt Jessie?"</p> + +<p>Marjorie spoke fast and nervously, but there +were pink spots in her cheeks, and Miss Graham +was not easily deceived.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter, Marjorie?" she asked +simply. She and her niece had no secrets from +each other.</p> + +<p>Marjorie tried to laugh, but her lip quivered, +and the tears started to her eyes.</p> + +<p>"There isn't anything the matter," she said, +frankly. "I've been a goose, that's all. It was +all the fault of the book I was reading."</p> + +<p>"What book was it?" Miss Graham inquired +curiously, glancing at the volume Marjorie was +still holding in her hand.</p> + +<p>"It's called 'The Friendship of Anne,' and +it's one of those in that box Father had sent from +Albuquerque. It's all about a big boarding-school +full of girls, and the good times they had +there, but somehow it set me thinking, and—and, +I don't know why, perhaps because it's been +so hot and still all day, but I began to feel as if +I wanted to cry, and so I came out here to have +it out." Suddenly Marjorie dropped her head +in her aunt's lap, with a sob.</p> + +<p>For a moment Miss Graham was silent. She<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> +stroked the soft, fluffy hair with her thin fingers, +and a look of comprehension came into her face. +When she spoke her voice was very gentle.</p> + +<p>"I understand, little girl," she said tenderly. +"You haven't said much about it, but I know it +was a big disappointment that Father couldn't +afford to send you to school at Albuquerque this +winter. It was a disappointment to all of us, +much as we should have missed you, but it is one +of those things everybody has to bear sometimes."</p> + +<p>"I know it," said Marjorie, checking her tears, +and making a great effort to speak cheerfully. +"It wasn't poor Father's fault that so many of +the cattle died this year, or that the drought +spoiled the alfalfa crop. I try to think that perhaps +it's all for the best, and that if I really left +you all, and went away to school, I might have +died of homesickness. But when I read that +story, and thought of all the people and things +there are in the world that I've never seen, it +was just a little bit hard to feel cheerful. Mother +teaches me all she can, and so do you and Father, +but I'm fourteen and a half, and I hate to think +of growing up without any real education. If I +were well educated, I might teach, and be a real +help to you all, but there isn't anything I can do +now but just sit still and make the best of things."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Making the best of things is what we all +have to do," said Miss Graham, smiling rather +sadly. "You do it very well, too, Marjorie dear. +Your father and I were talking last evening of +how bravely you have borne this disappointment. +We all realize what it has meant to you, but we +are not a family who are much given to talking +about our troubles."</p> + +<p>"I know we're not," said Marjorie, "and I'm +glad of it. How uncomfortable it would be if +you and Mother were always saying you were +sorry for each other, and if Father looked solemn +every time a cow died. I should hate to be condoled +with, and treated as if I needed pity, but +still I can't help wishing sometimes that I could +do some of the things other girls do. Why, just +think, Aunt Jessie, I've never had a friend of my +own age in my life. I've never been on a train, +or seen a city since I can remember."</p> + +<p>Miss Graham continued to stroke the fluffy +hair, and a troubled look came into her eyes.</p> + +<p>"I understand, dear," she said, "and I don't +blame you in the least. I know the feelings of +loneliness and longing too well for that."</p> + +<p>"Do you really, Aunt Jessie?" questioned +Marjorie, looking up in surprise. "I didn't suppose +you ever longed for anything; you're such<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> +an angel of patience. I suppose it's wrong, but +I can't help being glad you do, though, because +it makes it so much easier to explain things to +you. I can't bear to have Father and Mother +think I'm not perfectly happy and contented; it +makes Father look so sad, and I know Mother +worries about my education. I never thought of +it before, but you were a girl, too, when you first +came here, weren't you?"</p> + +<p>Miss Graham smiled. She was only twenty-eight, +and girlhood did not seem so much a thing +of the past, but Marjorie was fourteen, and to +her twenty-eight seemed an age quite removed +from all youthful aspirations.</p> + +<p>"I was just sixteen when we came out here," +she said, "and it seemed very strange at first to +be away from all my friends, but girl-like I enjoyed +the change, and it was not for a year or +two that I began to realize what life on an Arizona +ranch really meant. Your father and +mother were very good to me, but they were absorbed +in each other, and in their work, and you +were too little to be any real company to me. +There was plenty of work to be done, and I tried +to do my share, but there were many lonely times +when I rebelled bitterly against fate. I used to +think of those times later on, after the accident,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> +and then it seemed strange that I should ever +have fretted over such foolish trifles, but they +were very real to me once."</p> + +<p>Marjorie took her aunt's hand and kissed it. +Demonstrations of affection were rather rare in +the Graham family, but the girl could never think +of that accident without a lump rising in her +throat. She had heard the story dozens of times. +She had even a dim recollection of the day it had +happened—the day on which her pretty, merry +young aunt had started for a canter over the +prairie, on a wild young bronco, and had been +carried home white and unconscious, never to +ride, or even walk again. Just how it had all +happened nobody ever knew. An Indian boy, +coming suddenly out of a cabin, had shouted and +waved his hands to a companion. The noise had +frightened the bronco, and he had dashed off at +full speed, and Jessie Graham, experienced horsewoman +though she was, had lost her balance, and +been thrown violently to the ground, striking her +back against a sharp stone. That was eight years +ago, and during all that time her life had been +passed, first in bed, and then in a wheeled chair.</p> + +<p>Marjorie rose suddenly. There were some +things it wasn't possible to make the best of, and +it was wisest not to talk about them.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It's getting a little cooler," she said irrelevantly; +"I think I'll saddle Roland, and go for a +ride before supper. You're an angel, Aunt Jessie, +and I'm glad you told me how you used to +feel. I'm ashamed of myself, but it makes the +disappointment easier to bear because you understand. +Shall I wheel you back to the house, or +is there anything else I can do for you before I +go?"</p> + +<p>Fifteen minutes later, Marjorie mounted +astride her bay pony, was trotting briskly out +over the prairie. Her aunt watched her from the +porch of the ranch house.</p> + +<p>"Poor little girl," she said, with a sigh, as +horse and rider disappeared from view in a cloud +of dust, "she bears her disappointment bravely, +but it's hard—hard for her, and for us all."</p> + +<p>A footstep was heard, and her sister-in-law, +Marjorie's mother, came out on the porch. Mrs. +Graham had once been very pretty, but twelve +years of hard work, and constant anxiety as to +ways and means, had brought a careworn expression +into the eyes that were so like Marjorie's, +and the hand she laid on the back of Miss Graham's +chair was rough and hardened from housework.</p> + +<p>"It's been a hot day, hasn't it?" she said, "but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +it's cooler now," and she smiled the brave, cheerful +smile she had never lost through all their +troubles and anxieties. "Juanita and I have put +up six dozen jars of blackberries to-day; not a +bad day's record, is it? Have you heard the +whistle of the East Bound?"</p> + +<p>"I am not sure; I thought I heard a whistle +about half an hour ago, but I have been with +Marjorie in the playhouse. We have been having +a talk."</p> + +<p>"Has she said anything about her disappointment?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, a little. She is bearing it splendidly, +but it is a real grief to her, notwithstanding."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Graham sighed.</p> + +<p>"I was afraid it would be," she said. "It +would almost have broken my heart to part from +her, but Donald and I had made up our minds +to let her go. It seemed the only way of giving +the child a chance in life, and now this disease +among the cattle has put an end to everything. +Donald says we may be able to send her next +year, but she will be nearly sixteen then, and time +is precious. I wish I knew more myself, so that +I could help my little girl, but, like so many other +girls, I wasted my time at school. O dear! if +children only realized what an education might<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> +mean to them some day, they wouldn't fritter +away their time, as half of them do."</p> + +<p>"Susie," said Miss Graham, impulsively, +"have you ever thought of writing to your +brother Henry about Marjorie?"</p> + +<p>The sensitive color rose in Mrs. Graham's +cheeks, and for a moment she looked almost as +pretty as in the days when Jessie, in the rapturous +devotion of her teens, had considered her "the +loveliest sister-in-law in the world."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I have thought of it," she said, "but—but +somehow I haven't been able to make up my +mind to do it. You know my family never approved +of Donald's coming out here. My brother +offered him a position in his office in New York, +but Donald said he had no head for business, and +he loves this wild life, hard as it has been. I +have never let my people know of our difficulties; +they would have been kind, I daresay, but one +hates to ask favors."</p> + +<p>"I know," said Miss Graham, comprehendingly; +"still, for Marjorie's sake—"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Graham looked troubled.</p> + +<p>"Donald and I were talking about it only last +night," she said. "It isn't right to deprive the +child of advantages she might have, but think of +sending her all the way to New York, even if<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> +Henry and his wife were willing to take her. +Albuquerque would have been different; she could +at least have come home for the holidays, but +New York—why, think of it, Jessie, she has +never been away from us for a night in her life!"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Graham paused abruptly, her face contracted +with pain. The tears started to Miss +Jessie's eyes, but her voice was still quite firm +when she spoke again.</p> + +<p>"It would be very hard," she said, "harder +for us perhaps than for Marjorie herself, and yet +if it were the best thing to do—"</p> + +<p>Here the conversation was interrupted by Juanita, +the Mexican maid of all work, who appeared +with the startling announcement that the jam +was boiling over on the stove, and Mrs. Graham +hurried away to the kitchen, leaving her sister-in-law +to her own reflections.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER II</h2> + +<h3>THE COMING OF UNDINE</h3> + + +<p><span class="smcap">In</span> the meantime, Marjorie, quite unconscious +of the anxieties of her family regarding her future, +was cantering away over the prairie on her +bay pony. Having passed the last buildings of +the ranch, and trotted through the Indian village, +where more than one woman, and numerous copper-colored +children smiled a friendly greeting, +she turned her pony's head in the direction of the +railroad. The nearest town was more than +twenty miles away, but the line of the Santa Fé +Railroad ran within a comparatively short distance +from the ranch, and twice every day the +stillness was broken by the whistles of the east +and west bound trains, as they rushed by on their +way across the continent, from Los Angeles to +Chicago. To watch the trains go by had been +one of the amusements of Marjorie's life, ever +since she could remember. When she was a little +girl, it had been a great treat to be taken by<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> +her father, on his big chestnut horse, and to have +him draw rein in full view of the tracks, and wait +to see the great iron horse come rushing by. As +soon as she was old enough to ride out by herself, +this spot had become one of her favorite afternoon +excursions. There was a wonderful fascination +in watching the long line of sleepers and +day coaches, filled with people, and to wonder +where they could all be going, and speculate as to +what might be happening on the other side of +those moving windows. Sometimes of late the +longing to know more of the outside world, and +to follow those ever moving cars, had become almost +irresistible.</p> + +<p>"If I could only take one real journey I believe +I should be happy forever," she would say +to herself, and the hope of going to school at Albuquerque, +two hundred miles away, had filled +her with a wild kind of joy that was not unmixed +with fear. But now that hope had been crushed, +for the present at least, and Marjorie, who was a +sensible little soul, had decided that it might be +wiser to avoid watching the trains go by just +now. For a week she had kept away from the +line, at the hours when trains were likely to pass, +but this afternoon she felt more cheerful. The +little talk with her aunt had done her good, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> +she resolved to take Aunt Jessie's advice, and try +to make the best of things. So when the pony +manifested a desire to take the familiar turning, +she let him have his way, and trotted on quite +cheerfully toward the railroad.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid we're too late to-day, Roland," she +remarked aloud, as the pony plodded on bravely +through the dust and heat. "I didn't hear the +whistle, but I'm sure the East Bound must have +passed, and the West Bound went through at two +o'clock."</p> + +<p>Having very few people to talk to, Marjorie +had formed the habit of talking to her live pets, +of which Roland was her favorite. Her father +had given him to her when he was only a month +old, and she had trained him herself, as soon as +he was old enough to bear the saddle, to say +nothing of the many romps the two had enjoyed +together in the days of his colthood. It seemed +to her sometimes as if Roland must really understand +some of the things she told him, and now, +at her remark about the train, he slackened his +pace to a leisurely trot, as if under the impression +that there was no use in hurrying.</p> + +<p>"It is hot, isn't it, Roland?" said Marjorie, +sympathetically. "You and I will be glad when +winter comes, and we can have some fine gallops.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> +I thought I might be going away to leave you this +winter, but I'm not."</p> + +<p>Roland pricked up his ears, and quickened his +pace.</p> + +<p>"What is it, Roland?" Marjorie inquired in +surprise. "Oh, I see, it's José on his black +bronco."</p> + +<p>Her face brightened, and she waved her hand +in friendly welcome to the approaching figure of +a small Mexican boy, mounted on an equally +small pony.</p> + +<p>"Hello, José!" she called, as the two came +within speaking distance of each other; "Do you +know whether the East Bound has passed yet or +not?"</p> + +<p>"See there," said the boy, pointing in the direction +from which he had come. "Something +wrong with engine. She been there three hours. +My father tell me, and I go see."</p> + +<p>"How exciting!" cried Marjorie, everything +else forgotten for the moment in the interest of +this news. "Do you think she'll stay much +longer?"</p> + +<p>José shook his head; he could not say. He +was a rather dull boy, but Marjorie had known +him all her life, as she had known every inhabitant, +Mexican or Indian, who had made a home<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> +in that desolate region. She could speak Spanish +almost as well as English, and could carry on a +conversation in two Indian dialects. She did not +wait for any more conversation with José on this +occasion, however, but with a chirp to Roland to +indicate that she wished to go faster, hurried the +pony along at such a pace that in less than +five minutes they came in sight of the waiting +train.</p> + +<p>No, she was not too late. The long transcontinental +express was standing still, and a number +of the passengers had left the cars and were +sauntering leisurely about. Marjorie's heart beat +fast with excitement, and she drew the pony in +sharply.</p> + +<p>"We mustn't go too near, Roland," she whispered. +"Oh, look, isn't it interesting? See those +girls in shirt-waists and straw hats. They look +just about my age. How I should like to speak +to them, but I suppose they would think it queer."</p> + +<p>The sight of a girl in a striped khaki skirt, with +a sombrero on her head, sitting astride a bay +pony, had quickly attracted the attention of some +of the passengers, and Marjorie soon realized +that she was being stared at in a manner that was +slightly disconcerting. Not that she was in the +least shy, but these strangers had a way of looking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> +at her, as if they found something amusing +in her appearance, and Marjorie did not like being +stared at any more than any other girl.</p> + +<p>"I don't think we'll stay any longer, Roland," +she said, conscious of the fact that her cheeks +were burning uncomfortably. And turning the +pony's head abruptly, she galloped away in the +direction of home.</p> + +<p>But it was some minutes before her cheeks had +regained their natural color.</p> + +<p>"I wonder why they stared so," she kept repeating +to herself. "Was it the sombrero—I +don't suppose girls wear sombreros in the East—or +was it something else? Oh, there's the +whistle; thank goodness they're off!" And +Marjorie gave a sigh of relief, and let Roland +drop into a trot.</p> + +<p>It was still early when she reached home, and +having delivered Roland to the Indian boy, whose +duty it was to look after him, and finding that +her mother and aunt were both busy, she betook +herself once more to the playhouse, intending to +spend the hour before supper in learning more of +the fortunes of Anne and her friends. But her +ride in the heat had made her sleepy, and after +turning a few pages rather listlessly, her eyes +drooped, and letting the book slip into her lap,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +she rested her head against the wall of the cabin, +and dropped off into an afternoon nap.</p> + +<p>How long she had been asleep she did not +know, but she started up, wide awake, aroused by +a sound close beside her. Then for a moment she +sat staring stupidly at the apparition before her; +for there, standing in the doorway, regarding +her with big, hungry, brown eyes, was a girl—not +a Mexican or an Indian, but a pale-faced, +dark-haired girl of about her own age, in a faded +linen dress, much too short in the skirt, and +a battered straw hat, decidedly the worse for +wear.</p> + +<p>"Goodness gracious me!" gasped Marjorie in +amazement; "where in the world did you come +from?"</p> + +<p>"I'm hungry," said the stranger, in a remarkably +sweet voice; "Won't you please give me +something to eat?"</p> + +<p>"Who are you?" demanded Marjorie, fully +convinced that this was a dream.</p> + +<p>A frightened expression came into the big +brown eyes, and the girl's lip began to tremble.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," she said; "I can't remember. +Won't you please give me something to eat?"</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 318px;"> +<img src="images/i-001.jpg" width="318" height="500" alt=""Where in the World Did You Come from?"—Page 19." title="" /> +<span class="caption">"<span class='smcap'>Where in the World Did You Come from?</span>"—Page 19.</span> +</div> + +<p>"I know I'm dreaming," said Marjorie, and +she pinched her arm, but though the pinch hurt<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +considerably, she did not wake up. The strange +girl continued to stand in the doorway.</p> + +<p>"How—how did you get here?" she repeated; +"where did you come from?"</p> + +<p>"I got off the train. I've walked ever so far, +and it was so hot. I thought there would be +houses, but there weren't any. You won't be +cross with me, will you? I'm afraid of cross +people."</p> + +<p>"Why did you get off the train?" inquired +Marjorie. If this were not a dream, then it was +certainly the most extraordinary adventure she +had ever had.</p> + +<p>The brown eyes filled with tears, and the +stranger clasped her hands nervously.</p> + +<p>"Don't scold, ah, please don't," she pleaded; +"I'm so tired of being scolded. I got off the +train because Mrs. Hicks was so cross I couldn't +stand it any longer. She said I was a lazy, good-for-nothing +girl, and she wished she had never +promised to take me to Kansas. I said I wished +she hadn't either, and that I didn't want to go to +Kansas or anywhere else with her, and then she +said I was an impudent little wretch, and she +wished she could get rid of me. She slapped me, +too, and that made me furious, so when she sent +me to the dining-car to get some milk for the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> +baby, and the train was standing still, I just got +off. I don't want to stay with people who don't +like me, and I can't stand being slapped."</p> + +<p>"But think how frightened your friend must +have been when the train started and you didn't +come back," said Marjorie, reproachfully. She +did not know quite what to make of this singular +young person, who appeared to think nothing of +deserting her friends, and wandering off by herself +on the prairie.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Hicks isn't my friend, and she won't +care, anyway; she'll be glad to get rid of me. I +heard her telling a woman on the train that I +was an awful nuisance, and she couldn't think +why she had ever promised her sister to take me +to Kansas with her. She doesn't want me—nobody +wants me, nobody in the whole world!" +And suddenly this extraordinary visitor put both +hands before her face, and burst into tears.</p> + +<p>Marjorie sprang to her feet, wide awake at +last. She had not seen many people cry, and the +sight always affected her deeply.</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't, please don't!" she cried, and almost +without realizing what she was doing she +had slipped an arm about the shaking shoulders. +"We'll take care of you, of course we will, and +you can tell us about everything. Oh, please do<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +stop crying; you make me so very uncomfortable."</p> + +<p>But the brown-eyed girl did not stop crying. +On the contrary, she cried all the harder, and +buried her face on Marjorie's shoulder.</p> + +<p>"You're kind, oh, you're kind!" sobbed the +poor child, clinging convulsively to her new +friend. "Nobody was ever kind to me before +except old Mr. Jackson, and now he's dead. I've +been so miserable, and it's so dreadful not to remember +anything, not even my name."</p> + +<p>"Your name?" repeated Marjorie stupidly; +"do you mean you don't even know your own +name?"</p> + +<p>The stranger shook her head mournfully as she +searched for a missing pocket-handkerchief. +Marjorie supplied the handkerchief from her own +pocket, and sympathetically wiped her visitor's +eyes.</p> + +<p>"But I don't understand," she said doubtfully; +"I never heard of a person's not knowing her +own name. Haven't you any relatives?"</p> + +<p>"I suppose I had once, but I can't remember +them. The first thing I remember is waking up +in a hospital. It was just after the earthquake +in San Francisco, and they told me I was found +in the street under some ruins. They thought a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +stone or something must have fallen on my head, +and that was what made me forget everything. +Nobody knew whom I belonged to, and I had +only a nightgown on when I was found, so they +couldn't trace me by my clothes. At first the +doctors thought I would remember soon, and +they used to ask me questions, but I never could +answer any of them. They kept me at the hospital +a long time, but I was always frightened +because I couldn't remember anything. At last +when I was strong again, and nobody came to +look for me, they said they couldn't keep me there +any longer. They sent me to the 'Home For +The Friendless in Oakland,' but I had only been +there a week when Miss Brent came to look for a +girl to run errands, and carry home parcels. +They told her about me, and she said she would +take me, because I might have rich friends, who +would come for me, and pay her well for taking +care of me. So I went to live with her, and she +put an advertisement about me in the newspapers. +For a long time I kept hoping some one would +come for me, but nobody ever did. Miss Brent +was a dressmaker, and she had a lot of girls +working for her, but I didn't like any of them, +they were so rough, and they used to laugh at me, +and call me 'loony.' Miss Brent called me Sally,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +but I know that isn't my real name. I got so +tired running errands, and carrying the heavy +boxes home made my back ache. I don't think +I could have stood it if it hadn't been for Mr. +Jackson. He boarded with Miss Brent, and lived +in a little room on the top floor. He was very +old, and nobody paid much attention to him, but +I was sorry for him, and I used to carry up his +meals, and he talked to me so kindly. He never +made fun of me, because I couldn't remember, +but he lent me books to read, and asked me questions +like the doctors at the hospital. It's very +queer, but I could always remember how to read. +I can write, too, and I can even remember things +in history, but I can't remember a single thing +about myself. Mr. Jackson said he was sure my +memory would come back some day, and then I +would be able to find my friends. He died last +winter, and after that it was dreadful. Miss +Brent was always busy and cross, and the girls +were worse than ever. A month ago Miss Brent +told us she was going to be married, and give up +the business, and that all the girls would have to +leave. Most of them didn't mind, because they +had homes, but Miss Brent said she didn't know +what in the world to do with me. She didn't +think any one would take me, because I wasn't<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> +strong enough to do hard work, and she was +afraid I was too old to go back to the 'Home For +The Friendless.'</p> + +<p>"The wedding was last week, and Mrs. Hicks +came on from Kansas. She is Miss Brent's sister, +and her husband has a big cattle farm. Mrs. +Hicks brought her baby with her, and they got +me to help take care of it, and then Miss Brent +persuaded her sister to take me home with her. +I didn't want to go, for I knew I shouldn't like +Mrs. Hicks, but Miss Brent said I must. We +started yesterday, and it was awful. Mrs. Hicks +kept saying she knew I would never be any use +to her, and the baby was so heavy, and cried all +the time. I had just about made up my mind to +run away when Mrs. Hicks slapped me, and that +settled it. I never was slapped before, and I +couldn't stand it."</p> + +<p>The brown eyes flashed indignantly, and there +was a crimson spot in both the girl's cheeks. +Marjorie had been listening to this strange story +in breathless astonishment. It did not occur to +her for a moment to doubt its truth. Before she +could ask any more questions, however, she was +brought back to a recollection of every-day life +once more by the sound of her father's voice calling +from the porch:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Supper's ready, Marjorie."</p> + +<p>Marjorie came down to earth with a rush, and +hastily explaining to her new friend that she +would be back in a minute, dashed away to the +house, there to electrify her family with the astounding +news that there was a strange girl in +the playhouse, who had walked all the way +from the railroad, and didn't know her own +name.</p> + +<p>When Marjorie returned five minutes later, +she was accompanied by an excited group, consisting +of Mr. and Mrs. Graham, Miss Jessie, +and the Mexican servant, Juanita. At sight of so +many strangers the visitor shrank into a corner, +and her eyes seemed to grow bigger and more +frightened than ever, but when Mrs. Graham +spoke to her in her kind, motherly voice, the pale +face lighted up, and holding out both hands to +Marjorie's mother, she exclaimed joyfully:</p> + +<p>"You're kind, too; I can see it in your face. +Oh, please don't send me away; I'm so tired and +hungry, and I don't know where else I can possibly +go."</p> + +<p>"And what are we to call you, my dear?" +Mrs. Graham inquired, late that evening, when +the uninvited guest had been refreshed by a bath +and a hearty supper, and was lying back comfortably<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +in the big rocker in the living-room. "Did +I understand Marjorie to say that you had been +called Sally?"</p> + +<p>The stranger pouted. Now that her face was +washed she was really very pretty.</p> + +<p>"I hate 'Sally,'" she said, impatiently; "it's +not my name, and I don't see why I need be +called by it. I wish you'd call me something +pretty."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Graham looked a little doubtful, but Marjorie, +who was regarding this singular young +person in a kind of fascinated awe—half expecting +to see her vanish at any moment as mysteriously +as she had come—hastened to the rescue.</p> + +<p>"I've thought of a beautiful name for her, +Mother," she said, eagerly. "Why can't we call +her Undine—at least till she remembers what +her name really is? She didn't come out of a +fountain, but she really did come almost as mysteriously +as Undine came to the fisherman's hut, +in the story. Would you like to be called Undine, +Sally?"</p> + +<p>"I should love it," declared the visitor in a +tone of satisfaction and as Marjorie generally +had her way, and Undine really seemed as good +a name as any other, the matter was settled, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +the new Undine fell asleep that night, happier +than she had ever been since that strange waking +in the California hospital, more than two years +before.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER III</h2> + +<h3>TRYING TO REMEMBER</h3> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">And</span> so Undine went back into the fountain, +carrying the knight, Hildebrand, with her, and +nobody ever saw either of them again. I always wished +it hadn't ended there, but had gone +on to tell what became of the fisherman and his +wife, and all the other people. That's the great +trouble with stories; they are so apt to end just +where you want to hear more. If I ever wrote +a book I should put a chapter at the end, telling +what became of all the characters afterward."</p> + +<p>The two girls were sitting together on the +porch; Marjorie busily engaged in darning stockings; +the new Undine patiently hemming a towel. +It was a week since the arrival of "the mysterious +stranger," as Marjorie called her, and she +had already become an established member of the +household. Marjorie accepted the mystery of a +girl who didn't know her own name, and who apparently +belonged to nobody, just as she would +have accepted any other girl friend who might<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +have come into her rather uneventful life. It +had never even occurred to her to doubt the truth +of Undine's strange story. The rest of the +family had not been quite so easily satisfied, and +for several days Mr. and Mrs. Graham had been +inclined to regard the stranger with some doubt, +even suspicion; but there was something very +winning about this new Undine—she seemed +such a simple, innocent child—so grateful for +every kindness, and so eager to be of use in +the household—that they gradually found themselves +coming to believe in her, in spite of appearances.</p> + +<p>"I am sure the child is telling the truth as far +as she knows it," Aunt Jessie had said to her sister-in-law +that morning. "It all sounds very +strange and incredible, I know, but I can't doubt +the truth in those honest eyes of hers. I am +really growing quite fond of her already." To +which Mrs. Graham had replied, with a smile:</p> + +<p>"We shall know when Donald receives the +answers to the letters he sent to the Home in +Oakland and to the dressmaker."</p> + +<p>As Marjorie concluded her remarks on the +story of Undine, she glanced critically at her +friend's work.</p> + +<p>"You are hemming much better to-day," she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +said in a tone of satisfaction; "I am sure Mother +will say you have improved."</p> + +<p>Undine's face brightened.</p> + +<p>"I hope she will—oh, I do hope so!" she +said eagerly. "She is so dear, and I want to +please her so much, but I'm afraid I'm very +stupid."</p> + +<p>"You are not stupid at all," declared Marjorie +loyally. "You are much cleverer than I +am about lots of things. It isn't your fault if +you've never been taught to sew."</p> + +<p>"There wasn't any time to learn at Miss +Brent's," said Undine; "there were always such +a lot of errands, and so many parcels to be carried +home. I suppose if I had learned before the +earthquake I shouldn't remember now."</p> + +<p>"I don't know," said Marjorie thoughtfully; +"you must have learned to read, and you haven't +forgotten that."</p> + +<p>"No, nor to write either. It's very queer +about the things I remember and those I don't. +Mr. Jackson used to asked me a great many questions, +and he wrote down some of the things I +told him, to show to a society he belonged to. +Once a very funny thing happened. I had taken +a dress home to a lady, and was waiting in the +hall while she tried it on, to see if it had to go<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +back for any alterations. There were some people +in the parlor talking French. I don't know +how I knew it was French, but I did, and I understood +almost everything they said. I told Mr. +Jackson, and he was so interested. He made me +tell Miss Brent, too, and he wanted her to put another +advertisement in the newspapers, but she +said she hadn't any money to waste in advertising, +and that if I had any relatives they would +have come for me long ago."</p> + +<p>"It's the most interesting thing I ever heard of +in my life," declared Marjorie. "Aunt Jessie +says she is sure your friends must have been educated +people, because you never make mistakes +in grammar."</p> + +<p>Undine looked pleased.</p> + +<p>"I'm glad your aunt thinks that," she said. +"I should hate to talk in the way some of the +girls at Miss Brent's did. They used to laugh at +me and call me stuck up, but I didn't want to be +like them. I hate rough girls. I dream about +my mother sometimes, and I know she would be +sorry to have me grow up rough and coarse."</p> + +<p>"It seems so strange that you can't even remember +your mother," said Marjorie, reflectively. +"I can't imagine that anything could possibly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> +happen to me that would make me forget +Mother."</p> + +<p>A shadow crept into Undine's face, and the +troubled, frightened look came back into her +eyes.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," she said, wearily; "I don't +know anything. Oh, Marjorie, it frightens me so +sometimes."</p> + +<p>There was a quiver in the girl's voice, and +kind-hearted Marjorie laid a protecting hand on +hers.</p> + +<p>"Never mind," she said, soothingly; "don't +think any more about it than you can help. +Perhaps it will all come back some time; Father +thinks it will. He thinks the stone, or whatever +it was, that fell on you, must have given your +brain a terrible shock. He says he heard of a +man once who was very badly hurt in a railroad +accident, and couldn't remember anything for a +long time. His family thought he must be dead, +but suddenly his memory all came back to him, +and he went home, and gave them a great surprise. +Perhaps it will be like that with you some +day."</p> + +<p>"Miss Brent thinks all my people must have +been killed in the earthquake," said Undine, with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +a sigh. "That might be the reason why nobody +ever came to look for me. They say more people +were killed than any one knew about. If I +could only remember the very least thing that +happened before, but I can't; it's just as if I +came alive for the first time that day in the hospital. +Oh, here comes your aunt; I'll go and help +her with her chair." And dropping her towel +on the floor of the porch, Undine darted into the +house, whence she returned in a moment, carefully +guiding Miss Graham's wheeled chair over +the door-sill.</p> + +<p>"Thank you, dear," Miss Graham said, kindly. +"You are a very helpful little girl, but when you +are as accustomed to me and my chair as Marjorie +is, you will realize that I can manage very +well. I heard your voices, and thought I would +come out here for a little while; it's so much +cooler than in the house."</p> + +<p>"Won't you let me get your sewing, or your +book, or something?" inquired Undine, hovering +solicitously over the invalid.</p> + +<p>"No, thank you. I have been sewing all the +afternoon; helping Mrs. Graham with the new +parlor curtains, and I'm going to be lazy for a +little while. I am afraid you dropped your own +sewing, in your anxiety to help me."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p> + +<p>Undine blushed as she stooped to pick up the +discarded towel.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid I'm very careless," she said apologetically; +"Miss Brent said I was, but I love to +wait on people."</p> + +<p>Miss Graham laughed, and she had such a +merry, contagious laugh that she was speedily +joined by Marjorie, and even Undine herself.</p> + +<p>"It is very pleasant to be waited on," she said, +"and I am sure you would make a capital nurse, +Undine."</p> + +<p>Undine looked pleased.</p> + +<p>"I should like to be a nurse," she said. "I +used to do lots of things for Mr. Jackson, and he +liked to have me. I wish I could wait on you, +because then I should feel that I was of some +use, and that you weren't just keeping me because +you were sorry for me."</p> + +<p>There was an unmistakable wistfulness in Undine's +tone, and Miss Graham was touched.</p> + +<p>"My dear little girl," she said, "I am sure +there are many ways in which you can make +yourself useful if you stay with us. You will +soon learn to be a great help to Mrs. Graham, and +there will be many little things you can do for me +as well."</p> + +<p>Marjorie gave her aunt a grateful glance, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> +Undine looked relieved. At that moment the +afternoon stillness was broken by a sound of distant +hoof-beats, and a clear tenor voice singing:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'On the road to Mandalay,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Where the old flotilla lay.'"</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"It's Jim coming with the mail," cried Marjorie +joyfully; "I should know his voice anywhere, +and that's his favorite song. Oh, I wonder +if there will be an answer to Father's letter +to Miss Brent. What's the matter, Undine?"</p> + +<p>For Undine, who was still standing by Miss +Graham's chair, had suddenly grown pale, and a +strange, startled expression had come into her +face.</p> + +<p>"Who's Jim?" she demanded sharply.</p> + +<p>"Only one of Father's men. He used to be a +cow-puncher in Texas. I think you must have +seen him; he's about the ranch a good deal."</p> + +<p>The hoof-beats were drawing nearer, and the +rider had begun another verse of his song.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'Er petticoat was yaller,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">An' 'er little cap was green,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">An' 'er name was Supy Yawler,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Jes' the same as Thebaw's queen.'"</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"I know that song," cried Undine excitedly, +clasping and unclasping her hands, and she began +reciting in a dreamy, far-away voice:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'An' I see 'er first a smokin'<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Of a whackin' big sheroot,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">An' wastin' Christian kisses</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">On a 'eathen idol's foot.'</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Somebody used to sing it. Who was it? Oh, +tell me quick; I must remember, I must, I must!"</p> + +<p>She turned imploringly to Miss Graham and +Marjorie, but the two blank, puzzled faces gave +her no help, and with a low cry, the poor child +covered her face with her hands, and began to +sob. Marjorie's kind arms were round her +friend in a moment, but it was no easy task to +stem the torrent of Undine's grief.</p> + +<p>"Oh, help me to remember, please, please do +help me!" she wailed, between hysterical sobs +and gasps. "I almost remembered, and now it's +all gone again. Oh, what shall I do—what shall +I do?"</p> + +<p>"You'll remember it all some time, dear, I +know you will," soothed Marjorie, crying herself +from pure sympathy. "Do try not to mind quite +so much, Undine. I know it must be terrible, +but we're all so sorry for you, and we'll try to +make you happy, indeed we will."</p> + +<p>By this time horse and rider had reached the +ranch house, and Jim Hathaway, a freckled, red-haired +youth, had sprung to the ground, and was +regarding the scene in undisguised astonishment.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Have you brought us any letters to-day, +Jim?" Miss Graham asked, by way of relieving +the situation.</p> + +<p>"Yes'm; there's two for Mr. Graham, and +some newspapers, and a magazine."</p> + +<p>"Ask him where he learned that song," whispered +Undine to Marjorie. She was still trembling, +and seemed very much agitated.</p> + +<p>"Where did you learn that song you were +singing just now, Jim?" Marjorie inquired, eagerly; +"the one about the 'Road to Mandalay,' +you know?"</p> + +<p>Jim looked rather vague.</p> + +<p>"Blessed if I remember," he said. "I picked +it up somewhere, but I couldn't rightly say where +it was."</p> + +<p>"Won't you please try to remember?" said +Undine, lifting her tear-stained face from Marjorie's +shoulder. "I want very much to know. +I am trying to remember something about it, and +if you could tell me where you learned it it might +help me."</p> + +<p>Jim stared at her rather stupidly; then his face +brightened.</p> + +<p>"I guess I do remember, now I come to think +of it," he said slowly. "It was in Texas. +There was an English chap there, who was forever<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> +singing it. I picked it up from him. There +were a lot of verses to it but I don't know 'em +all."</p> + +<p>Undine shook her head hopelessly.</p> + +<p>"Thank you," she said; "I don't believe I was +ever in Texas." And without another word, she +turned and went into the house.</p> + +<p>It was more than an hour later when Mrs. +Graham knocked softly at the door of the little +room which had been given to the strange guest. +She waited a moment, and then, receiving no answer, +turned the handle and went in. Undine +was lying on the bed, her face buried in the pillow. +She was so still that Mrs. Graham thought +she must be asleep, and was turning away again +when there was a slight movement on the bed, +and with a long sigh, the girl lifted her head.</p> + +<p>At sight of her hostess, Undine sprang to her +feet, and began pushing the tumbled hair back +from her eyes. She was very white, and there +was a drawn, suffering look on her face, which +went to Mrs. Graham's motherly heart.</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon," said Undine, humbly. +"I'm afraid you must all think me very silly and +troublesome. I didn't mean to make a fuss, but +when I heard that boy singing 'Mandalay' it +seemed for just a minute as if I were going to remember<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> +something, and then it was all gone +again. I thought that perhaps if I lay very still +with my eyes shut tight, and thought as hard as I +could, it might come again, but it didn't."</p> + +<p>"Sit down, dear," said Mrs. Graham, kindly, +and seating herself on the edge of the bed, she +drew Undine down beside her. "Does your +head ache?"</p> + +<p>"It aches dreadfully," confessed Undine, +pressing her hand to her forehead. "It always +does when I try very hard to remember."</p> + +<p>"I was afraid so. It isn't good for you to try +to remember in this way; it won't help things at +all, and may make them much worse. You must +promise me not to try to think so hard again. +When your memory comes back it will come naturally, +and without any forcing. Now I want to +talk to you about something quite different. Mr. +Graham has had a letter from the 'Home For +The Friendless' at Oakland, and another from +your friend Miss Brent, or Mrs. Rogers, as I +believe she is now."</p> + +<p>"What did they say?" inquired Undine, languidly. +She seemed too much exhausted to take +much interest in letters.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Rogers spoke kindly of you, and seemed +pleased to know where you are. Her sister had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> +telegraphed her of your disappearance. She said +she hoped you would find a good home, for she +was afraid nothing would induce Mrs. Hicks to +take you back. They remembered you at the +'Home,' too, and are willing to have you there +again if we will pay your expenses back to California."</p> + +<p>"But I don't want to go back there," protested +Undine, lifting her head, and speaking more like +her old self. "Oh, Mrs. Graham, must I go? +Can't I stay here? I'll do anything you want me +to, and I can work hard, just wait and see if I +can't."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Graham smiled as she glanced at the soft +little hands, which did not look as though their +owner were capable of much hard work.</p> + +<p>"That is just what we have been talking +about," she said. "I should be glad of a little +extra help in the house; Juanita isn't as young as +she once was, and I want to give Marjorie a little +more time for study. So if you think you would +really care to stay with us, and are willing to +work for small wages—"</p> + +<p>"Wages!" cried Undine indignantly; "I don't +want any money; I only want to stay with you, +and work for my board. You're all so kind, and +... and I think you must be more like the people<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +I used to live with than Miss Brent and Mrs. +Hicks were. Oh, if I could only remember!"</p> + +<p>"There, there, we won't talk any more about +remembering just now," interrupted Mrs. Graham +cheerfully. "You shall stay with us, at +least for the present, and who knows what may +happen in the future. Now lie down again, and +try to take a nap before supper. You look very +tired, and a good sleep will do your head more +good than anything else." And yielding to a +sudden impulse, Mrs. Graham stooped and kissed +the flushed face on the pillow, almost as tenderly +as if this strange, friendless little waif had been +her own Marjorie.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER IV</h2> + +<h3>A VISITOR FROM THE EAST</h3> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Of</span> all the different kinds of housework, I +think pickling is the most disagreeable!"</p> + +<p>Marjorie made this remark as she came into +her aunt's room one glorious October afternoon. +Miss Graham's room was the prettiest and most +luxurious in the ranch house. Every comfort +which limited income and inaccessible surroundings +could afford had been procured for the invalid, +and to Marjorie, after a hard day's work +of helping her mother and Juanita in the yearly +pickling, it seemed a very haven of rest and comfort. +Miss Graham herself, in a pretty pink +wrapper, was lying on the sofa, while Undine +read aloud to her. She was a very different Undine +from the pale, timid girl of two months before. +The thin cheeks had filled out wonderfully, +and the big brown eyes had almost entirely lost +their expression of frightened bewilderment, for +Undine had found her place in the household and +was happy. I have my doubts as to whether Undine<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +would have proved of great use in the kitchen, +her knowledge of any kind of housework +being decidedly limited, but before she had been +in her new home a fortnight Miss Graham was +taken ill. It was not a serious illness, though a +tedious and painful one, and almost from the first +moment Undine had established herself as nurse. +Her devotion was touching; it was with difficulty +that she could be persuaded to leave the invalid's +bedside even for the necessary rest and exercise, +and she would gladly have worked night and day +in the service of gentle Miss Graham, who almost +unconsciously grew to love the girl, and to +depend upon her more than she would have believed +possible in so short a time.</p> + +<p>Now Miss Graham was better, and the task of +nursing was almost at an end, but she was still +weak, and Mr. and Mrs. Graham were thankful +for the willing service of the girl whom they had +taken into their home on account of her friendless +condition and her big honest brown eyes.</p> + +<p>"You don't know what you two people have +been spared to-day," continued Marjorie, throwing +herself wearily into the rocking-chair. +"Thank goodness, they're all done, and we shall +have pickles enough to last another year."</p> + +<p>"We haven't been spared the smell," said Miss<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> +Graham, laughing. "I really felt at one time to-day +that I would gladly forego pickles for the +rest of my life."</p> + +<p>"What have you been reading?" Marjorie inquired, +with a glance at the book Undine had put +down on her entrance.</p> + +<p>"'Lorna Doone.' We have had a delightful +afternoon. It is such a charming story, and Undine +reads aloud remarkably well."</p> + +<p>Marjorie glanced out of the window, at the +brilliant autumn sunshine.</p> + +<p>"I think I'll go for a ride, to get the smell of +the pickles out of my nostrils," she said. +"Mother says she won't need me any more to-day."</p> + +<p>"That's a good idea," said Miss Graham approvingly, +"and suppose you take Undine with +you? She has been indoors all day; the fresh +air will do her good."</p> + +<p>"All right," assented Marjorie, well pleased. +"Come along, Undine," she added, rising; "we'll +have time for a good gallop before supper."</p> + +<p>Undine hesitated.</p> + +<p>"Are you sure you can spare me?" she asked, +with an anxious glance at the pale face on the pillow.</p> + +<p>"Quite sure, dear. I shall not need anything,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> +and even if I should Mrs. Graham and Juanita +are both within call. So run along, you conscientious +little nurse, and enjoy yourself for the rest +of the afternoon."</p> + +<p>Undine blushed with pleasure at the compliment, +and five minutes later she and Marjorie +were on their way to the stables.</p> + +<p>It was one of those glorious autumn days, when +the air is like a tonic, and every object stands +out with almost startling clearness.</p> + +<p>"The mountains look so near to-day, it seems +almost as if we might ride to them, doesn't it?" +remarked Undine, as the two girls trotted out of +the ranch gates on their ponies; Undine sitting as +straight, and riding with almost as much ease as +Marjorie herself.</p> + +<p>"They are nearly a hundred miles away," said +Marjorie, with a glance in the direction of the +great snow-tipped mountains, which certainly did +look very near in that wonderful atmosphere. +"We could go there, though, if we had an automobile. +What wonderful things automobiles +must be."</p> + +<p>"I suppose they are—there were plenty of +them in California—but nothing could be +half as nice as a gallop in this wonderful air. A +pony like this is worth all the automobiles in San<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> +Francisco." And Undine bestowed an affectionate +pat on the neck of the pretty brown horse she +was riding.</p> + +<p>"I believe you love riding as much as I do," +said Marjorie, sympathetically. "I wonder +where you learned to ride. I shall never forget +how astonished Father and I were that first +day, when we made you get on a pony just for +fun, and you took the reins, and started off as if +you had been accustomed to riding every day +of your life."</p> + +<p>There was a trace of the old shadow in Undine's +face as she answered:</p> + +<p>"It's all very strange, and I can't explain it, +but it seemed quite natural, and as if I had done +it often before. Even when the pony jumped, +and your father thought I would be frightened, I +wasn't. I seemed to know just what to do, +though I couldn't tell how I knew."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps you lived on a ranch once," Marjorie +suggested. "That would explain it."</p> + +<p>Undine shook her head.</p> + +<p>"I don't think so," she said, "for when I first +came here it was all quite strange, and though +I'm not a bit afraid of horses, I'm horribly afraid +of cows. A girl who had lived long on a ranch +couldn't be afraid of cows, could she?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p> + +<p>Marjorie assented, and the two girls rode on in +silence for several minutes. Then Undine spoke +again.</p> + +<p>"There's another curious thing that I haven't +told you. That book I'm reading to your aunt—'Lorna +Doone,' you know—I'm sure I've read +it before. I know what is going to happen in +every chapter."</p> + +<p>Marjorie looked much interested.</p> + +<p>"Have you told Aunt Jessie about it?" she +asked.</p> + +<p>"No, I was afraid it might bother her. I +don't think she or your mother like to have me +talk about the things I remember."</p> + +<p>"That's only because they're afraid you will +worry and make yourself ill," Marjorie explained. +"You remember what a dreadful headache +you had the day you heard Jim singing +'Mandalay.' They're really tremendously interested."</p> + +<p>"Are they?" said Undine, looking pleased. +"I was afraid they thought me silly. At first I +know they thought I was a fraud, and I'm sure I +don't blame them. How could any one believe +such a queer story? And yet it's all true, every +word."</p> + +<p>"They believe it now, at any rate," said Marjorie,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> +"and they're just as much interested as I +am. Mother says she can't help worrying when +she thinks of your friends, and how they may be +grieving for you."</p> + +<p>"Miss Brent said she didn't believe I had any +friends or they would have come to look for me," +said Undine sadly.</p> + +<p>"But you must have belonged to somebody," +persisted Marjorie, "and it isn't likely all your +family were killed in the earthquake, even if some +of them were. Then you do remember some +things—there was the person who sang 'Mandalay.'"</p> + +<p>"But I can't remember who it was; I only +know there was somebody who used to sing it. I +almost remembered for a minute that day, but it +was gone in a flash, and it has never come back +since."</p> + +<p>"Well, don't let's talk any more about worrying +things this glorious afternoon," broke in Marjorie, +noticing the troubled sound in her friend's +voice. "Let's have a good gallop, and forget +everything else. Come along, Roland."</p> + +<p>Away flew Roland, admonished by a gentle +tap from his mistress, and he was followed closely +by Undine's pony. The next half hour was one +of unalloyed enjoyment to both girls. The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> +quick motion, the bright sunshine, the keen air, all +conspired to banish thoughts of care or perplexity +from Undine's mind, and to bring the bright +color into her cheeks. Marjorie, glancing over +her shoulder at her friend, suddenly realized what +a very pretty girl Undine was. Even the khaki +skirt and the sombrero, counterparts of Marjorie's +own, could not detract from her beauty, +and she sat on her pony with as much grace as +any lady in the land.</p> + +<p>"There! wasn't that great?" exclaimed Marjorie, +drawing Roland in at last, and turning to +her friend, with sparkling eyes. "I don't believe +you ever had a finer gallop than that in your +life."</p> + +<p>"I don't believe I ever did," agreed Undine, +straightening her sombrero, and pushing back the +tumbled hair from her eyes. "Must we go back +now?"</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid so. Father and Mother don't +like to have me stay out after sunset. Look at +the mountains; they seem just as near as ever, +don't they? And yet we've been riding straight +away from them all the time."</p> + +<p>"Isn't it still?" whispered Undine, with a deep +breath. "I feel as if I ought to whisper, though +I don't know why. I don't suppose there's another<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +living soul within miles of us, and yet I'm +not the least bit afraid."</p> + +<p>"There is, though," exclaimed Marjorie, in +sudden astonishment. "Look at that man. +Where can he be going?" And she pointed with +her whip-handle to a solitary figure, carrying a +suit-case, which was slowly advancing in their direction. +"He isn't an Indian or a Mexican, +either," she added eagerly; "he's a white man, +and he must be on his way to the ranch. Nobody +who isn't coming to the ranch ever takes +this road."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps he's a tramp," suggested Undine +nervously. "We'd better hurry home."</p> + +<p>But Marjorie scorned the suggestion.</p> + +<p>"Nonsense," she said indignantly. "The idea +of wanting to run away! Besides, we can't; +he's making signs to us to wait for him. He +wants to speak to us."</p> + +<p>Undine did not feel at all sure of the wisdom +of this proceeding, but there seemed nothing else +to do, and in a few moments the stranger, who +had quickened his pace at sight of the two girls, +was within speaking distance. He was plentifully +besprinkled with dust, and was looking decidedly +warm and tired, but his appearance and +manner were those of a gentleman.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Excuse me for detaining you," he said, apologetically, +"but can you tell me how far I am +from Mr. Donald Graham's ranch?"</p> + +<p>"I thought you must be coming to the ranch," +said Marjorie, with a friendly smile; "it's about +five miles from here."</p> + +<p>"Five miles," repeated the stranger in a tone +of dismay, and he set down the heavy suit-case +he was carrying, and wiped his forehead with his +handkerchief.</p> + +<p>"Have you been walking far?" Marjorie inquired +sympathetically.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I think I must have walked at least five +miles already. My team broke down, one of the +wheels came off, and the man who was driving +me out to the ranch seemed to think the only +thing to be done was to leave the wagon with my +trunk on it by the roadside while he returned to +town on horseback, to get another trap. He advised +me to walk on, but I had no idea of the distance. +Will you please tell me if this is the +shortest way to the ranch?"</p> + +<p>"It's the only way," said Marjorie, smiling, +and thinking that this tall, broad-shouldered man +must certainly be "a tenderfoot." Her own +father thought nothing of a ten-mile tramp over +the prairie.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Then I suppose there is no help for it, but +five miles—are you sure it's as much as five +miles?"</p> + +<p>Marjorie nodded; she was trying to think of +some way of helping the stranger out of his difficulty. +But it was finally he himself who put +into words the very suggestion she was going to +make.</p> + +<p>"I wonder if by any chance you young ladies +happen to be going as far as the ranch," he said, +with a rather curious glance at the two figures, +sitting astride their ponies.</p> + +<p>"We're going straight there now," said Marjorie, +eagerly, "and if you don't mind waiting, +I'll ask Father to send a horse for you."</p> + +<p>"You are very kind, but do you think he could +possibly send a wagon as well? I am not much +of a horseman."</p> + +<p>This certainly was a "tenderfoot," and no mistake, +but Marjorie was too polite to laugh.</p> + +<p>"All right," she said, "I'll see about it, but +it will take longer to wait for a team to be +hitched up."</p> + +<p>"That can't be helped. I'm afraid I'm not +equal to another five miles on foot. Do you know +Mr. Graham?"</p> + +<p>Marjorie laughed.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Of course I do," she said in her frank, +friendly way; "he's my father."</p> + +<p>"Your father!" repeated the gentleman, his +face lighting up; "why, you don't mean to tell +me you are little Marjorie?"</p> + +<p>"I'm Marjorie Graham, but I'm not very little. +I'm five feet, three, and I was fourteen last +March."</p> + +<p>"Well, you were about two feet, three when +I last saw you," said the gentleman, smiling; "so +you must forgive me for not recognizing you at +once. Have you ever heard of your uncle Henry +Carleton?"</p> + +<p>With a joyous exclamation, impulsive Marjorie +sprang from her pony and leaving the faithful +Roland to his own devices, rushed to her +uncle's side, holding out both hands.</p> + +<p>"Of course I have!" she cried, lifting her +radiant face for the expected kiss. "Oh, Uncle +Henry, I'm so glad you've come to see us at last; +Mother will be so happy."</p> + +<p>Although somewhat surprised by the warmth +of this greeting, Mr. Carleton was not at all displeased. +Indeed, he was smiling very pleasantly +by the time he had given his niece the kiss she +was evidently expecting, and his face softened as +he regarded her more attentively.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I ought to have known you, Marjorie," he +said, "for you are very like your mother."</p> + +<p>Marjorie flushed with pleasure.</p> + +<p>"I'm glad," she said; "I'd rather look like +Mother than any one else. Is Elsie with you?"</p> + +<p>"Elsie? You know about my little girl, too, +then?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, indeed; I know she is just about my +age. Mother has a photograph of her, taken +when she was a baby, and I've always wished I +could see her. Having a cousin of one's own +age must be almost as good as having a sister. +Oh, I do hope she's coming to the ranch!"</p> + +<p>Mr. Carleton shook his head.</p> + +<p>"Elsie and her mother were with me, but they +have gone back to New York. We have been +through the Canadian Rockies and the Yosemite +together, and yesterday we stopped at the Grand +Canyon. Your aunt and cousin have gone on in +the train, but I thought I would like a few days +with your mother, so I got off at the nearest station +to the ranch, and was driving out. I suppose +I should have written, but I thought I would +rather enjoy giving your mother a surprise. I +hope I sha'n't be in the way."</p> + +<p>"No, indeed, you won't," declared Marjorie +heartily. "Mother and Father will be delighted,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> +and so will Aunt Jessie. We so seldom have +visitors, and it's such a treat, but I'm dreadfully +sorry Aunt Julia and Elsie aren't coming, too. +What a lucky girl Elsie is to have seen all those +wonderful places! Father is going to take +Mother and me to the Canyon some day when he +can afford it. But I was so glad to see you that +I forgot to introduce my friend. Undine, this +is my uncle, Mr. Carleton.</p> + +<p>"Uncle Henry, this is my friend, Miss Undine—we +don't know her other name."</p> + +<p>Undine—who had been watching proceedings +with interest—smiled shyly, and held out +her hand. She had also dismounted from her +pony, and was holding him by the bridle.</p> + +<p>"Undine," repeated Mr. Carleton, looking +amused, as he took the girl's hand, and regarded +her curiously; "that is a rather unusual name, +isn't it?"</p> + +<p>Undine blushed, and looked embarrassed, and +Marjorie hastened to explain.</p> + +<p>"It isn't her real name, but she didn't like being +called Sally, so we thought we would call her +Undine until she remembers what her name is. +It's a very interesting story, Uncle Henry, but I +won't stop to tell it now, for it's getting late, and +I must hurry home as fast as I can, and have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> +Father send a team for you. I wish you could +ride my pony; I wouldn't mind walking the five +miles a bit."</p> + +<p>"That's a nice little girl of Susie's," Mr. +Carleton remarked to himself, as the ponies and +their riders disappeared in a cloud of dust. +"She has her mother's eyes and friendly ways, +but—well, perhaps it was just as well I couldn't +persuade Julia to stop over at the ranch. I doubt +if Marjorie and Elsie would hit it off very well +together."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER V</h2> + +<h3>UNCLE HENRY'S PROPOSITION</h3> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Mr. Carleton</span> received a hearty welcome at +the ranch. Mr. and Mrs. Graham were not the +sort of people to remember old grievances; Mrs. +Graham was honestly glad to see her brother, and +they were both quite willing to let bygones be +bygones. So the visitor found the meeting with +his sister and her husband a much less embarrassing +one than he had expected, and the days at +the ranch passed so pleasantly that he was easily +persuaded to prolong his stay from a day or two +to a week, and then to a fortnight. He and his +sister had more than one long confidential talk, +and although no word of complaint was uttered, +Mr. Carleton was clever enough to read between +the lines, and it was after one of these talks that +he wrote a letter to his wife in New York, for an +answer to which he was anxiously waiting.</p> + +<p>It was on an afternoon in the second week of +his visit that Mr. Carleton sauntered out on to +the porch, to find Marjorie alone, and busily engaged +in trimming a hat.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Where are all the others?" he inquired, +throwing himself rather wearily into the rocker +by her side. "I've been writing letters all the +afternoon, and haven't heard a sound in the +house."</p> + +<p>"They are all out," said Marjorie. "Father +wanted Mother to see some colts he is thinking +of buying, and Aunt Jessie has gone with them, +for the sake of the drive. Undine has gone, +too."</p> + +<p>"And how does it happen that you were left +behind, like Cinderella. Wasn't there room in +the wagon?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I could have squeezed in, or else ridden +Roland, but I was too busy. I'm making a new +hat, and that's always a very absorbing occupation. +Don't you think it's going to be pretty?" +And Marjorie held up the plain straw hat, +trimmed with blue ribbon, for her uncle's inspection.</p> + +<p>"I have no doubt it will be most becoming," +said Mr. Carleton, smiling, "but have you done +it all yourself?"</p> + +<p>"Of course I have. I've trimmed all my hats +since I was twelve. I make my shirt-waists, +too, all but the cutting out; Mother does that. +Doesn't Elsie make her own things?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No, I'm afraid she doesn't; sewing isn't exactly +in Elsie's line."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps she likes other kinds of work better," +said Marjorie, cheerfully. "I suppose +Aunt Julia is disappointed, though. Mother says +she would be very sorry if I didn't like to sew; +she thinks every girl should learn to make her +own clothes."</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid your aunt isn't any more fond of +sewing than Elsie is," said Mr. Carleton, with a +rather peculiar smile.</p> + +<p>Marjorie secretly wondered who made Elsie's +dresses, and who attended to the household mending, +but fearing it might be impolite to ask, +changed the subject by saying:</p> + +<p>"Undine could scarcely sew at all when she +came, but Aunt Jessie has been teaching her, and +she has improved very much. Don't you think +it's tremendously interesting about Undine, Uncle +Henry?"</p> + +<p>"It is certainly a most unusual case," admitted +Mr. Carleton. "I was at first inclined to believe +that Miss Undine was gifted with a vivid +imagination, and was imposing on you all, but +your father and mother believe her story."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, indeed, we all believe it," cried Marjorie, +eagerly. "We know it's true, because<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> +Father wrote to the dressmaker where Undine +worked for two years, and she said everything +was just as Undine had told us."</p> + +<p>"Well, it is certainly a case for a brain specialist," +said Mr. Carleton, "but unfortunately +there are no specialists of any kind in this part +of the world. I wish there were, for your aunt +Jessie's sake."</p> + +<p>Marjorie's bright face was suddenly clouded.</p> + +<p>"You don't think Aunt Jessie ill, do you?" +she asked, anxiously. "She seems so much better +than she was two weeks ago."</p> + +<p>"I don't know that she is worse than usual, +but she is a very different creature from the +strong, active girl I remember. Poor child, she +has had a terrible experience; I wish some good +surgeon could see her."</p> + +<p>"You mean—oh, Uncle Henry, you mean +you think a surgeon might possibly be able to +help her!" Marjorie's hat had fallen into her +lap, and she was regarding her uncle with eager, +troubled eyes.</p> + +<p>"I don't know whether a surgeon could help +her or not, but he could at least make an examination. +I don't suppose there is even an ordinary +physician in this neighborhood."</p> + +<p>"There is one at Lorton, but that's twenty<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> +miles away, and I've heard people say he wasn't +very good. Father sent for a surgeon from Albuquerque +when Aunt Jessie was hurt, and he +said it was her spine that had been injured, and +that she could never be cured. Do you think a +doctor from the East might say something different?"</p> + +<p>"My dear child, don't get so excited. I +really have not the slightest idea; I was only +speculating on my own account. It seems such +a pity that one so young—well, well, it can't be +helped, I suppose, and there is no use in talking +about it."</p> + +<p>Marjorie sighed as she took up her work +again, and they were both silent for several minutes. +Then Marjorie spoke again, and her voice +was not quite steady.</p> + +<p>"If I thought there was any surgeon in the +world who could cure Aunt Jessie, I believe I +would go and find him myself, and bring him +here, if it took me years to earn the money, and I +had to work day and night to do it. She's the +dearest, bravest—oh, Uncle Henry, you haven't +any idea what Aunt Jessie is!"</p> + +<p>Marjorie broke off, with a half-suppressed sob, +and dashed away some tears, which would come +in spite of a brave effort to keep them back.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +Mr. Carleton's face softened as he watched her; +he had grown to have a high opinion of this +niece of his. He could not help wondering +rather sadly whether there were any one in the +world of whom his own little daughter would +have spoken in such glowing terms.</p> + +<p>"You're a loyal little soul, Marjorie," he said +kindly. "I wish Elsie had you for a friend."</p> + +<p>Marjorie smiled through her tears.</p> + +<p>"I wish I had her for my friend," she said. +"Don't you think she would like to come out +here and make us a visit some time? She might +find it rather hot in summer, if she wasn't accustomed +to it, but the winters are beautiful."</p> + +<p>"Elsie has her school in winter," Mr. Carleton +said, "but perhaps she may come some day. +Hark, who is that singing?"</p> + +<p>"Only Jim coming with the mail. He always +sings when he rides. It's generally 'Mandalay,' +but it's 'Loch Lomond' to-day."</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"'Oh, you'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road,'"</p></div> + +<p>sang the clear tenor voice, and Jim Hathaway, +on his big brown horse, came galloping up to +the door.</p> + +<p>"There's only one letter for you to-day, Uncle<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> +Henry," announced Marjorie, taking the handful +of letters and papers from the boy. "It's +a big fat one, though. Perhaps it's from Elsie; +you haven't had one letter from Elsie since you +came."</p> + +<p>"It is from your Aunt Julia," said Mr. Carleton, +and immediately proceeded to make himself +acquainted with its contents, while Jim galloped +away to the stables, and Marjorie went on with +her hat trimming.</p> + +<p>It was, as Marjorie had said, a "fat letter," +and it took Mr. Carleton some time to read it. +Indeed, he read some parts over more than once, +before he finally put it in his pocket, and prepared +to light a cigar. "Are Aunt Julia and +Elsie well?" Marjorie inquired, politely. She +could not help wondering why this aunt and +cousin never sent any messages to her.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, they are very well, thank you. +Your aunt says it has been rather warm for the +season, and there hasn't been much going on."</p> + +<p>Mr. Carleton relapsed into silence, and Marjorie +said no more. Her thoughts were filled by +a new idea. What if a surgeon could really be +found who would be able to cure Aunt Jessie? +Such a possibility seemed almost too wonderful +to be contemplated, and yet,—and yet<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span>—</p> + +<p>The whistle of a distant train broke the stillness, +and Marjorie came down from her air castle +to remark—</p> + +<p>"There goes the East Bound; two hours late +to-day."</p> + +<p>"You seem as much interested in the hours of +trains as if you were in the habit of traveling on +one at least once a week," said Mr. Carleton, +smiling. "How would you like to take a journey—to +go to New York, for instance?"</p> + +<p>"I should love it better than anything in the +world," said Marjorie frankly.</p> + +<p>"Well, perhaps it can be managed. What +would you say to going East with me next week, +and spending the winter in New York?"</p> + +<p>For the second time the hat Marjorie was +trimming rolled unheeded into her lap, while she +sat staring at her uncle with startled, wondering +eyes. The proposal was so sudden—so undreamed +of—that for the first moment she was +speechless, and when words did come at last, +they were only:</p> + +<p>"You mean to spend the winter with you and +Aunt Julia?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and to go to school with Elsie. I think +your father and mother are rather anxious about +your education."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I know they are," said Marjorie, eagerly. +"They wanted to send me to school at Albuquerque +this autumn, but the drought spoiled +the alfalfa crop, and there was disease among the +cattle, so Father didn't feel he could afford it. I +should love to see New York more than anything +I can think of, but to go so far away from them +all for a whole winter—oh, Uncle Henry, you're +very kind to suggest it, but I really don't believe +I could."</p> + +<p>"Not if you knew your father and mother +wished it very much, and that it would be a great +relief to their minds?" Mr. Carleton spoke +rather gravely, and Marjorie felt suddenly embarrassed.</p> + +<p>"Of course I would try to do what they +wanted me to," she said meekly, "but I don't believe +they would be willing to have me go as far +away from them. Albuquerque was different; I +could have come home for the vacations from +there. It's awfully good of you, Uncle Henry, +and I would love to see Aunt Julia and Elsie, but +New York is so far away."</p> + +<p>"Only three days by train," said Mr. Carleton, +smiling; "that ought not to seem much to +you Westerners. You would find the life very +different from that to which you have been accustomed,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> +but I think you would enjoy it, and +you must have an education, you know."</p> + +<p>Marjorie blushed, and her eyes drooped.</p> + +<p>"I want it very much," she said humbly. "If +I were well educated, I might be able to teach, +and to help Father and Mother in other ways. +Uncle Henry, do you think it is my duty to go to +New York?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Marjorie, I do," said her uncle, with +unusual gravity. "I think it is an opportunity +that you should not miss. I have written your +Aunt Julia about it, and her answer has just +come. She agrees with me that it will be the +best thing for you. Your home will be with us, +of course, and you will go to school with Elsie. +It is not a large school, only a class of a dozen +girls, and the teacher is a charming woman. +You will soon make friends, and I think you +would be happy."</p> + +<p>"And I would be with Elsie," said Marjorie, +beginning to look on the bright side, as she generally +did. "It would be lovely to know my own +cousin. Have you spoken to Mother about it, +Uncle Henry?"</p> + +<p>"Not yet, but I intend doing so this evening. +I have been waiting for your aunt's reply to my +letter. I feel quite sure your mother will consent;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +she is too sensible a woman to do anything +else. But it will be hard for her to let you go +so far away, and I want you to be a brave, sensible +girl, and not make it any harder than you +can help."</p> + +<p>For a moment Marjorie was silent, and her +uncle could see by her face something of the +struggling that was going on within. Then she +spoke, and her voice was clear and brave.</p> + +<p>"All right, Uncle Henry, I promise. If +Father and Mother want me to go I will, and I'll +try not to let them see how hard it is. After +all, it won't be like going to stay with strangers, +for I shall be with my own relations all the time, +and it will be so nice to have a cousin of my own +age. Here comes the wagon, so we can't talk +any more now. Oh, Uncle Henry, there's just +one question I want to ask. Are there many +good surgeons in New York?"</p> + +<p>"Plenty of them," said her uncle, smiling. +"Don't say anything of what we have been talking +about, Marjorie, until I have a chance to explain +to your mother."</p> + +<p>"No, I won't, and, Uncle Henry, please don't +think me ungrateful because I couldn't be so glad +just at first. It's beautiful of you and Aunt +Julia to want me, and if I go I'll try not to give<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +any more trouble than I can possibly help. Now +I am going to my room for a few minutes. I +don't want Aunt Jessie to see me till I've got my +face straightened out. She knows me so well +she says she can tell the moment there is anything +the matter."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER VI</h2> + +<h3>THE LAST EVENING</h3> + + +<p><span class="smcap">It</span> was settled. Marjorie was to go East with +her uncle, and spend the winter in New York. +Mr. Carleton felt that he could not leave his +business much longer, and was anxious to start +as soon as Marjorie could be ready. For a week +Mrs. Graham and Miss Jessie had sewed as they +had never sewed before, and Marjorie and even +Undine had worked so hard that there had been +little time to think of anything else. Now it was +the last evening, and the small leather trunk containing +all Marjorie's simple possessions, stood +packed, and ready to be taken early next +morning, to the railway station twenty miles +away.</p> + +<p>Mr. Carleton had been somewhat puzzled by +all these elaborate preparations, and had ventured +a gentle remonstrance to his sister.</p> + +<p>"Why take so much trouble, Susie? Julia +will get the child everything she needs, and I'll +attend to the bills. You needn't worry about<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +Marjorie's being well-dressed; you know Julia +has excellent taste."</p> + +<p>But Mrs. Graham was resolute. She knew +well that her own ideas of dress and those of her +New York sister-in-law were very different, but +she was not without her share of family pride, +and was not willing that Marjorie should appear +before her Eastern relatives in clothes unfit for +her position. But alas! It was twelve years +since Mrs. Graham had left her New York home, +and styles change a good deal in twelve years.</p> + +<p>Every one had kept up bravely during that +busy week, and they had all been extremely +cheerful. Marjorie never knew of the bitter +tears shed by mother and aunt in the solitude of +their own rooms, and Mrs. Graham's heart would +have ached even more than it did had she known +of the hours Marjorie lay awake, her head buried +deep in the pillow, so that Aunt Jessie in the next +room, should not hear her crying. Every one +knew it was for the best. Even Marjorie, miserable +as she was sometimes at the thought of +the two thousand miles which must soon lie between +herself and the people she loved best, +would have been keenly disappointed if Uncle +Henry had suddenly changed his mind, or Aunt +Julia written that it would not be convenient to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> +have her. All through that last day she had +worked hard, trying not to think about to-morrow, +but now everything was done and everybody was +resting after their labors. Marjorie had sat on +the porch for an hour with her mother and aunt, +and they had all tried to talk cheerfully as usual, +but it was of no use. There was a dreadful inclination +on all their parts to drop into long silences, +which nobody seemed able to break. +They were alone, for Mr. Carleton and his +brother-in-law had gone for a walk, and Undine +was helping Juanita in the kitchen.</p> + +<p>At last, at the end of a longer silence than +usual, Marjorie, feeling sure she shouldn't be +able to hold out much longer, suddenly sprang up, +explaining hurriedly:</p> + +<p>"I'll be right back; I'm just going to the +stables for a moment to say good-by to Roland." +And she was off across the lawn, biting her lip +to keep back the sobs that must not come until +she was out of sight and hearing of her dear +ones.</p> + +<p>The bidding good-by to her pony was a rather +lengthy proceeding. She was alone, for the men +had all gone off to their suppers, so she had her +cry out on Roland's neck, and whispered her last +loving instructions into his faithful ears.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You are to be a good pony, Roland, and do +just as you are told till I come home. Undine is +to ride you whenever she likes, and Aunt Jessie +thinks riding is so good for her that she's going +to try to let her go out for an hour every day. +You will miss me, I know, Roland dear, and I +shall miss you terribly, but I've got to have an +education, and after all one winter isn't so very +long to be away."</p> + +<p>Whether Roland understood or not I cannot +pretend to say, but he rubbed his soft nose +against Marjorie's cheek, and snuggled up close +to her as if he loved her, and she left the stable +feeling somehow cheered and comforted.</p> + +<p>On the way back she passed the old playhouse, +and could not resist the temptation of going in +for one more last good-bye, although she knew +it would mean another fit of crying. The sight +of the old toys and picture books—relics of the +childhood that would never come back—affected +her even more than the parting with Roland had +done, and sinking down on the bench where she +had dozed on the afternoon of Undine's arrival, +she gave herself up to a few minutes of quiet, +undisturbed grief.</p> + +<p>She had just dried her eyes, and was wondering +if she could manage to reach her own room,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> +and wash her face, without being seen by any of +her family, when the door, which had been partly +closed, was pushed gently open, and Undine came +in.</p> + +<p>At sight of her friend, Undine drew back, +blushing.</p> + +<p>"I didn't know you were here," she said, +apologetically; "I'll go away if you want to be +alone."</p> + +<p>"Come in," said Marjorie, making room for +her on the bench. "Were you looking for +me?"</p> + +<p>Undine's eyes drooped, and the color deepened +in her cheeks.</p> + +<p>"I came to cry," she said simply.</p> + +<p>"To cry?" repeated Marjorie in surprise; +"what did you want to cry for?"</p> + +<p>"Because you're going away," Undine confessed, +nestling closer to her friend.</p> + +<p>Marjorie slipped an arm round her. "I didn't +know you cared so much," she said. "You'll +have Aunt Jessie, and you're so fond of her."</p> + +<p>"I shall miss you dreadfully," whispered Undine +tremulously. "You've been so good to me, +and—and you were the first one to believe in me. +All the rest thought I was telling stories, even +Miss Jessie."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I couldn't help believing you," said Marjorie, +laughing. "When you looked at me with +those big eyes of yours, and told me all those +strange things, I felt sure they were true, though +it was the queerest story I had ever heard. I +think I should have to believe every word you +ever told me."</p> + +<p>Undine smiled.</p> + +<p>"I don't think your uncle believes it all even +yet," she said. "He looks at me so queerly +sometimes that it makes me uncomfortable. I +wish you were not going away with him."</p> + +<p>"Oh, he is very kind," said Marjorie, loyally. +"It's so good of him to be willing to take +me to New York, and send me to school for the +whole winter. I'm sorry you don't like him, Undine."</p> + +<p>"Well, he may be kind, but he isn't nearly as +nice as your father and mother. How do you +know you are going to like New York?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I am sure I shall like it, as soon as I +get used to things there." Marjorie spoke with +forced cheerfulness and choked down a rising +lump in her throat. "You see, it isn't +like going to live among strangers," she went +on, as much for the sake of reassuring herself +as her friend. "I shall be with my own<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> +uncle and aunt, and then there will be Elsie."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps you won't like Elsie; you've never +seen her."</p> + +<p>"Why, of course I shall like her. She's my +own cousin, and only three months older than +I am. I have always thought that having a +cousin was the next best thing to having a +sister."</p> + +<p>"I wonder if I ever had a sister," Undine remarked +irrelevantly. "Somehow I don't believe +I had, for when I say the word 'sister' it never +makes my heart beat the way it does when I +say 'Mother.' I know I had a mother, and I +think I must have loved her very much."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps that's because you've grown to love +my mother," Marjorie suggested; "she may remind +you of yours."</p> + +<p>Undine pressed her hand to her forehead, and +the old bewildered look came back into her +eyes.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," she said, with a sigh; "I +don't know anything. Oh, Marjorie, do you +think I shall ever remember?"</p> + +<p>"I'm sure you will," said Marjorie confidently, +"and so is Aunt Jessie. She says she's +sure when you get well and strong it will make a +great difference, and that's why she wants you to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> +be out in the air as much as possible. You are +ever so much better now than when you came, +and when you are better still, and have left off +worrying, you'll wake up some morning remembering +everything; just wait and see if you +don't."</p> + +<p>Undine smiled, but the smile was rather sad.</p> + +<p>"I try not to worry," she said, "and I'm happier +here than I ever was before, but I'm so +frightened even now when I stop to think about +it all." Undine's sentence ended with an involuntary +shudder.</p> + +<p>"Look here, Undine," said Marjorie, with a +sudden determination, "I'm going to let you in +to a great secret. You must promise not to +speak to any one about it, even Mother, for if +it should never come to anything it would be such +a dreadful disappointment to everybody."</p> + +<p>"I won't tell," promised Undine, beginning to +look interested.</p> + +<p>"It's about Aunt Jessie. Uncle Henry was +speaking of Aunt Jessie one day, and he thinks +it such a pity a good surgeon couldn't see her. +He says she might be helped a great deal. +There are no good surgeons here, but Uncle +Henry says there are a great many in New York, +and I've been thinking—oh, Undine, I'm almost<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> +afraid to say it, it seems so presumptuous—but +just suppose I should meet a surgeon in New +York, and be able to persuade him to come here +to see Aunt Jessie, and suppose he should cure +her! It's the one hope that keeps me up every +time I feel like breaking down at the idea of going +so far away from everybody."</p> + +<p>"It would be perfectly beautiful," Undine +agreed warmly, "but do you suppose any surgeon +would be willing to come so far to see some +one he didn't know?"</p> + +<p>Marjorie's face, which had brightened for a +moment, grew very serious again.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," she said. "If he knew her +I'm sure he would come—any one would—but +if he had never even heard of her existence it +would be different, of course. I don't know how +I'm going to manage it; I only know it's the +thing I want most in the whole world, and I'm +going to try for it with all my might."</p> + +<p>There was a ring in Marjorie's voice, and a +light in her eyes, which impressed her friend, +and with a quick, affectionate impulse, Undine +caught her hand and squeezed it.</p> + +<p>"I wish I could help," she said, "but there +isn't anything I can do except pray about it. I +will pray every night, just as hard as I do to remember,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> +and if it really should happen I think I +should be almost as happy as you."</p> + +<p>Just then the conversation was interrupted by +the sound of approaching footsteps and voices, +and with a whispered caution to Undine not to +breathe a word to any one, Marjorie hurried +away to join her father and uncle, who were returning +from their walk.</p> + +<p>Everybody made a great effort to be cheerful +at supper that evening. Even Mr. Carleton, +who was usually rather quiet, threw himself +manfully into the breach, and told funny stories +that made them all laugh. After all, the evening +wasn't as dreadful as Marjorie had feared +it was going to be, but when bedtime came, and +she had to say good-night to her family for the +last time for eight whole months, she felt herself +in immediate danger of breaking down.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Graham sat for a long time by her daughter's +bedside that night, and they had what Marjorie +called "a perfectly Heavenly talk." It +was a serious talk, but not a sad one, and when it +was over, and Marjorie flung her arms round +her mother's neck, and did break down just a +little, things did not seem nearly as hopeless as +she had expected.</p> + +<p>"I don't believe any other girl in the world<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +has such a perfect mother as I have," was Marjorie's +last waking thought. "I don't deserve +her, and never can, but I'm going to try not to +disappoint her any more than I can possibly +help. One winter can't last for ever, and when +June comes, and I am at home again, how gloriously +happy we shall all be!"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2> + +<h3>MARJORIE WRITES LETTERS</h3> + + +<div class="blockquot"><div class='right'> + +"October 28th, 19—<br /> +</div> + +"<span class="smcap">My Own Precious Mother</span>: + +<p>"The first letter must be to you, of course, +and the next to Aunt Jessie. Uncle Henry says +if I write now I can post my letter when we stop +at Albuquerque this afternoon. Oh, Mother +darling, was it only this morning that I said +good-bye to you all? It seems as if I had been +away a month already.</p> + +<p>"I am writing this at the desk in the library +car, and the train shakes so I am afraid my +writing will be worse than ever. Uncle Henry +says I shall soon get accustomed to the motion, +but just now it makes my head ache, and the car +feels very hot and stuffy. I opened the window, +but a great many cinders came in, and a lady in +the section next to mine asked me to close it +again, so I had to.</p> + +<p>"I hope Father didn't tell you what a goose I +was at the station. I didn't mean to cry so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> +much, but when I thought of you and Aunt Jessie +waving good-bye to me from the porch, with +such a sorrowful look on both your dear faces, +I just couldn't help it. I am going to cheer up +right away, though, so please don't worry about +me.</p> + +<p>"It really was very exciting when the train +stopped at Lorton, and Uncle Henry and I got +in. When it began to move, and I realized that +I was actually on board, I gave a kind of gasp, +and would have liked to scream, if I hadn't been +afraid of shocking Uncle Henry. There are +not many people on the train, the colored porter +says, and Uncle Henry and I both have sections +to ourselves. I thought there would be regular +beds to sleep in, but there are not. The porter +says they turn the seats into beds at night, and +there are curtains to let down. I should think +it would be very uncomfortable sleeping so close +to other people, but I suppose one gets used to it +when one has traveled a good deal. Uncle +Henry says Aunt Julia won't travel unless she +has a stateroom, but he doesn't object to the sections. +I looked into the stateroom in this car, +but it didn't look very different from the sections, +except that it was larger and there was a +place to wash.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> + +<p>"We had lunch at a little table in the dining-car. +It was delicious but my head ached a little, +and I wasn't very hungry. Uncle Henry +talked politics with a gentleman who sat at the +same table with us, but they didn't say much to +me, so I looked out of the window, and it was all +very interesting. We are in Mexico now, and +to-morrow we shall be in Kansas. Kansas +makes me think of Undine and Mrs. Hicks. Oh, +how I do wonder if Undine will ever remember!</p> + +<p>"Uncle Henry says we shall be in Albuquerque +in a few minutes, so I must stop writing +if I want to post my letter there. Good-night, +Mother darling; I will write again to-morrow, +and indeed, indeed, I will try to remember all the +things you said to me last night, and to be always</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">"Your own loving</span><br /> +"<span class="smcap">Marjorie</span>."<br /> +</div> + + +<div class='right'><br /><br /> +"October 28th.<br /> +</div> + +"<span class="smcap">Darling Aunt Jessie</span>: + +<p>"I have been a whole night on the train, and +when I think of how far away from home we +are, I can't help being just a little frightened, +though it is all very interesting. I posted +Mother's letter at Albuquerque, where the train +stopped half an hour. Uncle Henry and I got<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +out and walked up and down the platform, and, +oh, it was good to get a breath of fresh air! I +really didn't know that any place could be quite +so stuffy as this train. Everybody seems afraid +to have the windows open on account of the cinders, +but I think I should prefer even cinders to +stuffiness. There were some Indians selling +blankets and baskets, and a good many people +bought things. They crowded round us, and +made a good deal of fuss, and I heard one lady +say she was afraid of them. Just think of being +afraid of poor harmless Indians! I would have +liked to tell her how foolish she was, but was +afraid Uncle Henry might be displeased. I don't +think he is a very friendly person, for he hardly +speaks to any of the passengers on the train, and +last night he told me I talked too much to the +black porter, who was making up the sections. +Oh, Aunt Jessie, it was so curious to see him +turning all the seats into beds, but you have been +on a sleeping car, and know all about it.</p> + +<p>"We had a very good dinner, which I enjoyed +more than lunch, because my head was better, +and in the evening we sat on the platform of the +observation car, and it was very pleasant. Uncle +Henry was kind, and talked to me a good deal—at +least it was a good deal for him. I asked him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> +if he wasn't very anxious to get home to see +Aunt Julia and Elsie, and he said of course he +should be glad to see them, but didn't seem +nearly as excited as I am sure Father would be +about seeing us if he had been away from us +for three whole weeks. I think Elsie must be +very busy, for besides going to school, she has +music and German lessons in the afternoons, and +goes to a dancing class. Uncle Henry said he +hoped she and I would be good friends, and I +told him I was quite sure we should. Imagine a +girl not being good friends with her own first +cousin! Did you know we are to live in a hotel +all winter? Uncle Henry has a house on Madison +Avenue, but Aunt Julia is tired of housekeeping, +so he has rented it, and taken rooms in a +hotel instead. Uncle Henry calls the rooms an +apartment, and the name of the hotel is the +'Plaza.' It is on Fifth Avenue, and right opposite +the park, which must be very pretty. I +should think it would seem very queer to live in +a house with a lot of other people, but then the +people who live in hotels must have a great many +friends.</p> + +<p>"At about nine o'clock Uncle Henry said he +was sleepy, so we went back to our car, and that +was when I talked to the porter while he made<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> +up the beds. I thought at first that I should +never be able to sleep; the train shook so, and we +were going so fast. It was hard work undressing +behind the curtain, but I managed somehow, +and even had a wash, though I had to hold on to +the side of the car with one hand while I washed +my face with the other. I did cry a little after +I was in bed, but I don't think any one heard. +It was my very first night away from home, you +know, Aunt Jessie dear, but I tried to remember +all the lovely, comforting things you and Mother +said to me, and I think I must have been pretty +tired, for before I realized I was getting sleepy +I was sound asleep, and I never opened my eyes +till it was broad daylight.</p> + +<p>"To-day we are in Kansas, and it is very flat, +and not at all pretty. Uncle Henry says we +won't have any more fine scenery till we get to +the Hudson. The train seems stuffier than ever, +and I am just pining for fresh air and exercise. +We sat on the observation platform for a while +this morning, but Uncle Henry didn't like the +cinders, and wouldn't let me stay there by myself, +so we came back to our car. I don't think +traveling on a train is quite as pleasant as I +thought it was going to be. I am sure I should +like an automobile better. We saw automobiles<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> +at Topeka, where we stopped for ten minutes +this morning, and they looked very queer, going +all by themselves, without any horses, but I think +I should like a ride in one. Uncle Henry says +Aunt Julia is afraid of automobiles, so she still +uses a carriage.</p> + +<p>"I talked to some people in the observation +car—a lady and a little boy, who are going to +Chicago—but I think most of the passengers +on this train are rather unsociable. They don't +talk much to each other but just read magazines +and newspapers when they are awake, and take +naps about every hour. I have watched the two +ladies in the section opposite mine, and they have +been asleep at least four times to-day. I heard +one of them say she never could sleep on a train; +wasn't that funny?</p> + +<p>"We can post letters from Kansas City, +where we are due at half past eight to-night, so I +can send this on from there. We get to Chicago +to-morrow morning, and have three hours +there; won't that be exciting? Oh, I do hope +Uncle Henry will take me for a good long walk! +I feel as if I could tramp ten miles.</p> + +<p>"Good-bye, you precious Auntie! I send a +thousand hugs and kisses to everybody. Tell +Undine not to forget Roland's sugar—he always<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +has three lumps—and to be sure the kittens +in the barn have their milk every night and +morning. I am afraid I forgot to tell her about +the kittens; there were so many other things to +think of. I am so glad you and Mother have +Undine; she is such a dear, and I know will try +to take my place. I will write to Father and +Mother after I have been in Chicago.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">"From your own little niece,</span><br /> +"<span class="smcap">Marjorie.</span>"<br /> +</div> + + +<div class='right'><br /><br /> +"October 30th.<br /> +</div> + +"<span class="smcap">My Own Precious Father and Mother</span>: + +<p>"This letter is for you both, and Aunt Jessie +must have a share in it, too, because it is the last +I shall be able to write on the train.</p> + +<p>"I didn't write at all yesterday, it was such an +exciting day! We got to Chicago at about noon, +and, oh, what a big, noisy, wonderful place it is! +I know I could never describe it if I tried for a +week, so I will just tell you what we did. It +was raining, which was a great disappointment +to me, but Uncle Henry didn't seem to mind. +He said we would take a taxi and go to the +'Blackstone' for lunch. I had no idea what a +taxi was, but didn't like to ask and when Uncle +Henry called one what do you suppose it was?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> +One of those wonderful automobiles! I was a +tiny bit scared when we first got in, but when we +started, and went rushing through those crowded, +noisy streets, I just loved it.</p> + +<p>"It didn't take us long to get to the 'Blackstone,' +which is an enormous hotel, looking out +on the lake. The lake is wonderful; I never saw +so much water before, and though the fog was +thick, and we couldn't see very far, I should have +liked to stand and look at it for a long time, but +Uncle Henry said we must hurry. I never saw +such a wonderful place as the dining-room at the +'Blackstone.' There were quantities of little +tables, and men waiters to bring you what you +wanted. I thought the bill of fare on the train +was long enough to satisfy any one, but the one +at the 'Blackstone' was simply endless. Uncle +Henry told me to choose what I wanted, but +there were so many things I couldn't possibly +choose, so he ordered a nice lunch, and all the +time we were eating music was playing in a gallery +overhead.</p> + +<p>"After lunch Uncle Henry took another taxi, +and told the driver to show us the city. It was +all very interesting, but so noisy and confusing +that I got very tired looking at so many things +at once, and I was really rather glad when Uncle<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> +Henry said it was time to go back to the station.</p> + +<p>"This train is called the 'Chicago Special,' +and is even grander than the one we were on +before. It goes very fast, but doesn't swing so +much, because the road-bed is smoother, Uncle +Henry says. I was so tired last night that I +went to bed right after dinner, and never woke +once till morning. We are due in New York +this afternoon, and Uncle Henry says I had better +post my letter in Albany, because after we +leave there he wants me to see the Hudson, which +I believe is very beautiful. So good-bye, you +dear precious people! Oh, how anxious I am +for my first letters from home! Don't forget to +tell me about every single little thing that happens. +I am thinking of you all every minute, +and if I were going to any other people but Aunt +Julia and Elsie I would be so unhappy. But of +course going to one's own aunt and cousin is +very different from being with strangers, and +Uncle Henry is really very kind. Oh, I do wonder +if Elsie is as much excited about meeting me +as I am about meeting her!</p> + +<p>"Uncle Henry says we shall be in Albany in ten +minutes, so good-bye again, with oceans of love +from</p> + +<div class='sig'> +"<span class="smcap">Your Own Marjorie</span>."<br /> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2> + +<h3>AUNT JULIA AND ELSIE</h3> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Elsie</span>, my dear child, do you know what +time it is? Nearly half past five, and you haven't +started to dress. Your father will be so annoyed +if you are not ready when he arrives."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Carleton, a small, fair woman, with a +rather worried, fretful expression, paused in the +doorway of her daughter's room, and regarded +the delinquent with anxiety not unmixed with dismay. +Elsie, arrayed in a pink kimono, was lying +comfortably on the sofa, deep in the pages of +an interesting story-book. At her mother's +words she threw down her book, and rose with a +yawn. She was a tall girl with dark eyes and +hair, and she would have been decidedly pretty +if she too had not looked rather cross.</p> + +<p>"Is it really so late?" she said, indifferently. +"Why didn't Hortense call me? I had no idea +what time it was."</p> + +<p>"But you ought to have known, dear," Mrs. +Carleton protested gently. "I don't suppose +Hortense knew you wanted to be called, but I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> +will ring for her at once. You will hurry, won't +you, darling? What excuse can I possibly make +to your father if he asks for you and finds you +are not ready?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't worry, Mamma. You know papa +only scolds because he thinks it his duty; he +doesn't really care. Besides, the train will probably +be late; those Western trains always are."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Carleton rang the bell for the maid, +whose room was in a different part of the hotel, +and went to the closet in quest of her daughter's +evening dress.</p> + +<p>"I will help you till Hortense comes," she +said. "You really must hurry, Elsie. It is not +as if your father were coming alone; he will expect +you to be ready to greet Marjorie."</p> + +<p>Elsie shrugged her shoulders indifferently.</p> + +<p>"As if a girl who has been living on a cattle +ranch in Arizona would care whether I were +dressed or not," she said. "Probably where she +comes from people wear kimonos all day long, +and never even heard of dressing for the evening."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Carleton sighed, and the worried expression +deepened in her blue eyes.</p> + +<p>"I really wish, darling, that you would try to +be a little more gracious about this. Of course<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> +it is a trial, but your father has made up his +mind that Marjorie shall spend the winter with +us, and it isn't going to make things any +pleasanter to be constantly finding fault about +them."</p> + +<p>"I wasn't finding fault," retorted Elsie, who +had by this time taken off the kimono, and begun +brushing out her long hair. "I only said Marjorie +Graham wouldn't care a fig what I had on, +and I don't believe she will. I don't intend to be +disagreeable to her, but you know what an awful +nuisance it's going to be, and how I hate it. +Think of having to take her about everywhere +with me, and introduce her to all my friends."</p> + +<p>"My dear, she is your own first cousin. Besides, +I am sure she is a nice child—your father +speaks so affectionately of her in his letters—and +her mother is a lovely woman. I was very +fond of her when we were girls together."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I dare say she is all right," Elsie admitted +grudgingly, "but that doesn't alter the +fact of its being an awful bother to have her +here for a whole winter. You know how papa +fusses. He will be sure to get some idea in his +head about my not paying Marjorie enough attention, +and he will expect me to take her everywhere. +Oh, I hate it, I just hate it!" And<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> +Elsie's voice actually trembled with vexation.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Carleton sighed again.</p> + +<p>"I am very sorry, dear," she began, but the +entrance of the maid at this moment, put an end +to the conversation, and she left the room, with +a final admonition to her daughter to hurry as +much as possible.</p> + +<p>But alas! it was too late for hurrying. Mrs. +Carleton had only just entered the drawing-room, +when she heard a key turned in the outer door of +the apartment, followed by the sound of a familiar +voice calling cheerfully—</p> + +<p>"Julia, Elsie, where are you? Here we are, +safe and sound!"</p> + +<p>With a rapidly beating heart Mrs. Carleton +hurried forward to greet her husband and his +niece.</p> + +<p>"My dear Henry, your train must have been +just on time," she exclaimed rather nervously. +"We had scarcely begun to expect you yet. +And so this is Marjorie. I am very glad to see +you, dear; I hope you are not quite worn out +after that dreadful journey."</p> + +<p>"I am not the very least bit tired," returned +a fresh young voice, and Marjorie returned her +aunt's kiss so heartily that Mrs. Carleton was +rather startled.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p> + +<p>"We were twenty minutes late," Mr. Carleton +said, in answer to his wife's remark, but he +kissed her affectionately before putting the question +she was dreading.</p> + +<p>"And where is Elsie?"</p> + +<p>"She will be here in a few moments," Mrs. +Carleton explained hurriedly. "Now do come +in and have some tea, or is it too late for tea? +I am so glad to have you back, Henry dear; we +have missed you terribly. I am sure you must +be tired even if Marjorie isn't."</p> + +<p>"Not so tired as hungry; we had a very poor +lunch on the train. It is rather late for tea, +though; we can have an early dinner instead. +Where is that little witch, Elsie? Isn't she coming +to see us?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, certainly, dear; I told you she would be +here in a few moments. Now I will take Marjorie +to her room; she will be glad to wash off +some of those horrid cinders, I am sure." She +glanced as she spoke at Marjorie's linen shirt-waist, +and the straw hat, which certainly did not +look as if it had come from a New York milliner.</p> + +<p>"Am I not to have the same room with Elsie, +Aunt Julia?" Marjorie inquired, in a tone of +some disappointment, as Mrs. Carleton led the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> +way down a long, narrow entry, with doors on +both sides.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, dear; you are to have a nice little +room all to yourself. It was so fortunate that +we had this extra room in the apartment. We +intended using it for guests, but when your uncle +wrote that he was bringing you home with him, +we decided to give it to you."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I hope I am not going to be in the way," +said Marjorie, blushing. "I had no idea I was +to have a room to myself, especially when Uncle +Henry told me you were living in a hotel. I +wouldn't in the least mind rooming with Elsie."</p> + +<p>"But you are not at all in the way," said Mrs. +Carleton, kindly. "We seldom have guests +staying with us, and shall not need the extra +room. This is Elsie's room; yours is just opposite."</p> + +<p>At that moment Elsie's door opened, and that +young lady emerged, followed by the French +maid, who was still fastening her dress. At +sight of her cousin Marjorie sprang forward, and +before Elsie at all realized what was happening +to her, two eager arms were round her neck, and +she was being hugged in a manner that fairly +took away her breath.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Elsie, I am so glad!" cried Marjorie<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> +rapturously. "Isn't it too wonderful and beautiful +that we should really meet at last? Do let +me look at you; I want to see if you are like +what I pictured you." And Marjorie held her +astonished cousin off at arms' length, and surveyed +her critically.</p> + +<p>"What did you expect me to be like?" Elsie +inquired, not without some curiosity, as she +gently extricated herself from Marjorie's embrace. +She had taken in every detail of her +cousin's appearance in one glance.</p> + +<p>"I don't exactly know—at least it is rather +hard to describe," said Marjorie, with an embarrassed +laugh. Something in Elsie's expression +was making her vaguely uncomfortable. +"I didn't think you would be quite so grown up +as you are."</p> + +<p>"I am nearly fifteen," said Elsie, as if that +fact alone were quite sufficient to account for her +"grown up" appearance. "Is Papa in the +drawing-room, Mamma?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, darling; run and speak to him; he is expecting +you. This is your room, Marjorie; I +hope you will find it comfortable."</p> + +<p>"It's a beautiful room," declared Marjorie, +heartily, "only—only, are you quite sure you +want me to have it, Aunt Julia?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Quite sure," said Mrs. Carleton, smiling. +"I suppose your trunk will be here before long. +Hortense will unpack for you, and help you to +dress for dinner."</p> + +<p>Marjorie's eyes opened wide in surprise, and +she glanced at the white-capped French maid, +who still lingered in the background.</p> + +<p>"You are very kind, Aunt Julia," she said +politely, "but I don't need any help; I always do +everything for myself."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Carleton looked a little embarrassed.</p> + +<p>"You may go, Hortense," she said, turning to +the maid; "Miss Marjorie will ring if she wants +you. You mustn't let her think you don't need +her, dear," she added in a lower tone, as the +maid left the room. "She is rather inclined to +be lazy, and she will take advantage of you if +you are too easy with her."</p> + +<p>Marjorie said nothing, but she was both puzzled +and uncomfortable. Mrs. Carleton, however, +did not appear to notice that anything was +wrong.</p> + +<p>"I will leave you for a little while now," she +said. "You must make yourself at home; your +uncle and I want you to be very happy here."</p> + +<p>The quick tears started to Marjorie's eyes, and +she impulsively held out her hand to her aunt.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> +But Mrs. Carleton did not notice the gesture, and +in another moment she had left the room, closing +the door after her. In the entry she encountered +Elsie returning from the interview with +her father. Elsie was not in the best of spirits.</p> + +<p>"Papa has sent me to stay with Marjorie," +she said in a discontented whisper. "He says +he is afraid she is homesick. Oh, Mamma, did +you ever see such clothes?"</p> + +<p>"Never mind about the clothes, dear," said +her mother, with forced cheerfulness; "we shall +soon fit her out with new ones. I think she will +really be quite pretty when she is properly +dressed."</p> + +<p>Elsie shrugged her shoulders, but made no +further remarks, and the next moment she was +tapping at her cousin's door.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I'm so glad you've come!" was Marjorie's +joyful greeting. "Now we can have a +nice talk before my trunk comes. Sit down in +this comfortable chair and I'll take the little one. +Isn't this a lovely room, and wasn't it sweet of +your mother to say she hoped I should be happy +here? Oh, I wonder if you can possibly be one +half as glad to see me as I am to see you."</p> + +<p>Elsie was puzzled, but she was a little flattered +as well. She was not a general favorite among<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> +her companions, and to find a cousin who had +evidently been longing to make her acquaintance +was rather an agreeable experience. So her face +brightened considerably, and her voice was quite +pleasant as she remarked, sinking into the comfortable +arm-chair Marjorie had indicated—</p> + +<p>"It is very interesting to meet you. I have +often heard papa speak of you and your mother +and father."</p> + +<p>"Why, of course you have," laughed Marjorie, +wondering in her simple way whether all +New York girls of fifteen were as "grown up" +as Elsie. "I don't believe though that you have +thought half as much about me as I have about +you. You see, it's different in Arizona. There +aren't very many people, and they all live a long +way from each other. Ever since I can remember +I have longed for a girl friend. But with +you it must be very different, going to school +and living in a big city. I suppose you have lots +of friends."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I have a good many," said Elsie, +with her little society air. "I am not very fond +of them all, though; some girls are so stupid."</p> + +<p>"I hope you will like me," said Marjorie, a +little wistfully. "We ought to be even more +than friends because we are cousins, and I have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> +always thought that a cousin must be the next +best thing to a sister. Don't you often long for +a sister?"</p> + +<p>"Why no, I don't," Elsie admitted. "Indeed, +I am not sure that I should care for one at all. +I think being an only child is very pleasant, +though of course having an older brother would +have its advantages. He would introduce one to +his friends and bring them to the house. Are +you fond of boys?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I like them very well, but I have +never known many. In fact, I haven't known +many people of any kind except Indians and +Mexicans."</p> + +<p>"Indians and Mexicans!" repeated Elsie in a +tone of dismay. "How perfectly awful! You +don't mean that you make friends of those dreadful +people we saw on the train coming home +from California, do you?"</p> + +<p>"They are not all dreadful creatures," said +Marjorie, flushing. "They are not quite like +white people, of course, but some of them are +very good. I know a Mexican boy who is just +as bright and clever as he can be. His father is +going to send him to college next year. Then +there is Juanita; she has lived with us for years, +and we are all very fond of her."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, I didn't know you were talking about +servants," said Elsie. "I thought you meant +friends. Hadn't you any real friends?"</p> + +<p>"Not the kind of friends you mean. I had +Father and Mother and Aunt Jessie, but until +last August when Undine came, I had never +spoken to a white girl of my own age."</p> + +<p>"Undine, what a queer name. Is she a Mexican +or an Indian?"</p> + +<p>"She isn't either," said Marjorie, laughing, +"and Undine isn't her real name. We only call +her that because we don't know what her name +is. It's a very interesting story, and I'll tell you +all about it, but here comes my trunk, and I suppose +I had better unpack and change my dress +before dinner."</p> + +<p>In spite of Marjorie's reiterated assurances +that she didn't need any help, Hortense reappeared, +and insisted on making herself useful. +She was very polite and talked volubly in broken +English about Mademoiselle's being <i>fatiguer</i> +and how glad she, Hortense, would be to assist +her in every way, but Marjorie could not help +feeling uncomfortable, and wishing that the well-intentioned +maid would go away and leave her +to unpack by herself. But what made her still +more uncomfortable was the fact that Elsie also<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> +lingered, and regarded every article that came +out of that modest leather trunk, with a keen, +critical eye.</p> + +<p>"What are you going to wear down to dinner?" +she inquired anxiously as the last things +were being stowed away in the bureau drawers.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," said Marjorie; "I hadn't +thought about it. I suppose my gray flannel +suit, or else a clean shirt-waist and duck skirt."</p> + +<p>Elsie clasped her hands in horror.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you can't, you can't possibly!" she cried +in real dismay. "Those things will do very well +for breakfast and luncheon, but everybody +dresses here in the evening. Let me see what +you can wear. You haven't got much, but I +suppose that white muslin will do."</p> + +<p>"But that is my very best dress," protested +Marjorie, her cheeks crimsoning from embarrassment +and distress. "I don't think Mother +would like to have me wear it the first evening. +I won't have anything left for really grand occasions +if I do."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, you will," said Elsie, confidently. +"Mamma is going to buy you a lot of new +clothes; that was all arranged before you came. +It would never do to have you going about everywhere +in these things."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p> + +<p>Marjorie glanced at her cousin's stylish, well +fitting blue chiffon and her heart was filled with +dismay. Was it possible that all her mother's +and aunt's <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'stiches'">stitches</ins> had been taken in vain? It +was very kind of Aunt Julia to wish to buy her +pretty clothes, but she did not like to have her +present wardrobe spoken of as "those things." +Before she had time to say any more on the subject, +however, Mrs. Carleton appeared, to tell +them to hurry, as her husband was impatient for +his dinner.</p> + +<p>That first dinner in the big crowded hotel restaurant +was a wonderful revelation to Marjorie. +The bright lights, the gay music, the ladies in +their pretty evening dresses, it was all like a +vision of fairyland, and for the first few minutes +she could do nothing but gaze about her and +wonder if she were awake.</p> + +<p>"And do you really know all these people?" +she whispered to Elsie, when they were seated at +one of the small tables, and a waiter had taken +their order.</p> + +<p>"Good gracious, no," laughed Elsie, who was +beginning to find this unsophisticated Western +cousin decidedly amusing. "We don't know one +of them to speak to."</p> + +<p>Marjorie's eyes opened wide in astonishment.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p> + +<p>"How very strange," she said. "I supposed +people who lived in the same house always knew +each other. We know everybody at home, even +if they live ten miles away."</p> + +<p>"Well, this isn't Arizona, you know," said +Elsie, shrugging her shoulders, and Marjorie, +feeling as if she had somehow been snubbed, relapsed +into silence.</p> + +<p>Just then a lady and a gentleman and a boy of +eighteen or nineteen came in, and took their seats +at an opposite table. Elsie, who had appeared +quite indifferent to all the other guests, instantly +began to show signs of interest.</p> + +<p>"There they are," she said eagerly, addressing +her mother. "The gentleman is with them +again to-night, too. I forgot to tell you, +Mamma; I've found out their name, it's Randolph."</p> + +<p>"How did you find out?" Mrs. Carleton +asked, beginning to look interested in her +turn.</p> + +<p>"Lulu Bell told me to-day walking home from +school. That boy passed us on the Avenue, and +I asked her if she didn't think he was handsome. +She said she knew who he was, though she had +never met him. His uncle is a Dr. Randolph, +and a friend of her father's. This boy and his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> +mother are from Virginia, and are spending the +winter here. He is a freshman at Columbia, and +his mother doesn't want to be separated from +him, because she is a widow, and he is her only +child. Lulu says Dr. Randolph has asked her +mother to call on his sister-in-law. He said they +had taken an apartment at this hotel for the winter. +I made Lulu promise to introduce me if +she ever had the chance, but she may never even +meet him. She is such a queer girl; she doesn't +care the least bit about boys."</p> + +<p>"A very sensible young person, I should say," +remarked Mr. Carleton, dryly. "How old is +your friend Lulu?"</p> + +<p>"Nearly fourteen; quite old enough to be interested +in something besides dolls, but she's +dreadfully young for her age."</p> + +<p>"I wish some other little girls were young for +their age," said Mr. Carleton; "it doesn't appear +to be a common failing in these days."</p> + +<p>Elsie flushed and looked annoyed.</p> + +<p>"That boy really has a very nice face," put in +Mrs. Carleton, anxious to change the subject, +"and his devotion to his mother is charming. I +suppose her husband must have died recently; +she is in such deep mourning."</p> + +<p>While the others were talking, Marjorie,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> +whose eyes had been wandering rapidly +from one group to another, had finally fixed +themselves upon the party at the opposite table. +They certainly looked attractive; the gentleman +with the strong, clever face, and hair just turning +gray; the pretty, gentle little mother in her +black dress, and the handsome college boy, with +merry blue eyes. It was quite natural that Elsie +should want to know them, but why in the world +didn't she speak to them herself without waiting +to be introduced? It seemed so strange and inhospitable +to live in the same house with people +and not speak to them. So when her aunt had +finished her remarks about the Randolph family, +she turned to Elsie and inquired innocently:</p> + +<p>"If you want to know that boy so much why +don't you tell him so?"</p> + +<p>There was a moment of astonished silence; +then Elsie giggled.</p> + +<p>"You are the funniest girl I ever met, Marjorie," +she said. "Why don't you do it yourself?"</p> + +<p>"Elsie," said her mother in a tone of shocked +reproof, and turning to Marjorie, she added +gravely:</p> + +<p>"When you have been in New York a little +longer, my dear, you will learn that it is not the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> +proper thing for young girls to speak to strangers +to whom they have not been introduced."</p> + +<p>There was no doubt about the snub this time, +and poor Marjorie was horribly embarrassed. +She cast an appealing glance at her uncle, but he +appeared to be absorbed, and finding no help from +Elsie either, she relapsed into silence, and did not +speak again for at least five minutes.</p> + +<p>After all, that first evening could scarcely be +called a success. Mr. and Mrs. Carleton were +very kind, and Elsie seemed disposed to be +friendly, but Marjorie was conscious of a sensation +of disappointment for which she could +scarcely account even to herself. She struggled +bravely against the homesickness which threatened +every moment to overwhelm her, and tried +to take an interest in all her new relatives' conversation, +but when dinner was over, and they +had gone upstairs again, she was not sorry to +avail herself of Aunt Julia's suggestion that she +must be "quite worn out," and slip quietly off +to bed. It was not easy to dispense with the +services of Hortense, who showed an alarming +tendency to linger and offer to assist, but even +she was finally disposed of, and with a sigh of intense +relief, Marjorie closed her door, switched +off the electric light, and crept into bed. Then<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> +followed a good hearty cry, which somehow made +her feel better, and then, being young and +very tired as well, she fell into a sound, healthy +sleep, from which she did not awaken until it was +broad daylight.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER IX</h2> + +<h3>MARJORIE TAKES A MORNING WALK</h3> + + +<p><span class="smcap">When</span> Marjorie opened her eyes the next +morning, she lay for some minutes thinking over +the events of the previous day, and listening to +the unusual noise in the street. There was so +much noise that she began to fear it must be very +late, and jumping out of bed, she went to look +at the clock. It was only just half-past six. +She had forgotten to ask at what hour the family +breakfasted, but seven o'clock was the usual +breakfast time at the ranch, so she decided that +it might be well to dress as speedily as possible. +She felt very wide awake indeed this morning, +and suddenly remembered that she had not had +a walk or ride since leaving home.</p> + +<p>"I'll get Elsie to come with me for a good +long tramp after breakfast," she said to herself. +"If she can't go on account of school, I'll ask +Uncle Henry to let me walk with him to his office, +and I can come back by myself."</p> + +<p>Greatly to Marjorie's relief, no Hortense appeared<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> +with offers of assistance, and she performed +her morning toilet in peace. She put on +the gray flannel suit, which Elsie had pronounced +"good enough for breakfast and luncheon," and +then once more glancing at the clock, discovered +that it was still only five minutes past seven.</p> + +<p>"If they breakfast at seven I shall be only +five minutes late," she said, with a feeling of satisfaction; +"I should have hated to be late the +first morning. Perhaps they won't have it till +half-past, and then I shall have time to write a +few lines to Mother first."</p> + +<p>She opened her door, and crossed the hall to +the drawing-room, where her aunt had told her +the family usually breakfasted, in preference to +going downstairs to the restaurant, but somewhat +to her surprise, she found the room just as she +had left it on the previous evening, and the whole +apartment seemed very quiet. She went to one +of the windows and looked out.</p> + +<p>"What a lot of people there are in the street," +she remarked reflectively, "and they all seem in +such a hurry. I wonder where they are going. +How pretty the park is. Oh, how I should love +a gallop on Roland before breakfast."</p> + +<p>The door behind her opened, and a woman +with a duster in her hand came in. She looked<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +very much surprised at finding the room occupied.</p> + +<p>"Good morning," said Marjorie, with her +friendly smile; "it's a lovely day, isn't it?"</p> + +<p>"It's very pleasant," returned the chambermaid, +still looking surprised. "You are up +early, Miss," she added politely.</p> + +<p>"Am I?" said Marjorie, surprised in her turn. +"I didn't know I was. At what time do my +aunt and uncle generally have breakfast?"</p> + +<p>"Never before half-past eight, and sometimes +later. Mrs. Carleton generally has her breakfast +in bed, but Mr. Carleton and the young lady have +theirs in here."</p> + +<p>"Half-past eight," repeated Marjorie in dismay, +"and it's only a little after seven now. I +should say I was early."</p> + +<p>The maid smiled, and began dusting the ornaments +without making any further remarks. +She did not appear to be a very communicative +person, and Marjorie decided that she might as +well go back to her room, and write the letter to +her mother, which could now be a much longer +one than she had at first intended. But on the +way she suddenly changed her mind.</p> + +<p>"I can write later just as well," she decided, +"and it really is much too beautiful to stay indoors.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> +I'll go and have a walk in that lovely +park. I shall feel much more like breakfast when +I've had some fresh air and exercise."</p> + +<p>Marjorie had not the least idea that she was +doing anything unusual as she ran lightly down +the broad marble stairs five minutes later, and +stepped out through the open street door into the +fresh morning air. The Carleton's apartment +was on the fifth floor, but Marjorie scorned to +use the lift, which had struck her the evening +before, as a very wonderful but unnecessary invention.</p> + +<p>Several people in the hall looked at her curiously, +and a man in brass buttons asked her if +he should call a cab.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, thank you," said Marjorie, pleasantly; +"I'm going for a walk," and she passed +out, without another backward glance.</p> + +<p>It really was a glorious morning, and Marjorie +drew in long deep breaths of the keen autumn +air, as she crossed the broad avenue and +entered the park. She was not disappointed in +her first impression that the park was beautiful, +and the further she walked among the trees and +broad asphalt paths, the more attractive it became. +It was the last of October, but the autumn +had been a warm one, and the grass was almost<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> +as green as in summer. To Marjorie, accustomed +all her life to the arid prairie, where +trees and flowers were practically unknown, it all +seemed very wonderful, and she enjoyed every +step. She walked rapidly on for some distance, +paying no particular attention to the direction +she was taking. The possibility of getting lost +never once entered her mind. She met very few +people, and they all seemed in a hurry, and +looked like men and women on their way to their +day's work. Once she passed a forlorn-looking +man asleep on a bench, and remembered what +Undine had once said about a tramp. This must +be a tramp, she felt sure, and she paused to regard +him with interest as a new specimen of humanity.</p> + +<p>Suddenly she came to a standstill and looked +about here. She was in a quiet path, with rocks +on both sides, and there was not a soul in sight.</p> + +<p>"I must turn back," she said, with an uncomfortable +recollection of the passing of time. "I +was enjoying my walk so much I never realized +how far I was going, but I'm afraid I shall have +to hurry now if I don't want to be late for breakfast."</p> + +<p>Accordingly she turned her steps in the direction +from which she had come, and walked on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> +rapidly for several minutes. But alas! she had +taken more than one turn since entering the park, +and going back was no such easy matter as she +had imagined. The more she tried to remember +the way she had come, the more bewildered she +became.</p> + +<p>"I declare, I believe I am lost!" she said at +last, with a feeling of amused dismay. "I must +be more careful to notice where I am going next +time. Oh, there is one of those men in uniform, +that Uncle Henry said were policemen. He will +be able to tell me if I'm going right."</p> + +<p>She quickened her steps, and approaching the +officer, inquired politely:</p> + +<p>"Will you please tell me if this is the way to +the entrance?"</p> + +<p>"Which entrance?" inquired the policeman, +regarding her curiously.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," said Marjorie; "the entrance +I came in—are there more than one?"</p> + +<p>"A good many more; which avenue do you +want?"</p> + +<p>Marjorie's heart was beginning to beat rather +fast. For the moment she could not remember; +even the name of the hotel—which she had +only heard once or twice—had escaped her +recollection.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I have forgotten the name of the street," she +said helplessly, "but it's the entrance opposite +the big hotel."</p> + +<p>The policeman looked uncertain, but at that +moment a young man riding a bicycle appeared +upon the scene, at sight of whom Marjorie's face +brightened, and she uttered a little gasp of relief.</p> + +<p>"That young gentleman knows," she exclaimed +joyfully, and, quite forgetful of her +aunt's snub of the evening before, she darted +forward, and hailed the youth on the bicycle +quite as if she had been an old friend.</p> + +<p>"Oh, please excuse me for stopping you," she +cried, eagerly, "but you know where I want to +go, and I have forgotten the name of the hotel."</p> + +<p>The young man brought his bicycle to a standstill; +sprang to the ground, and snatched off his +cap. He was evidently very much surprised, but +too polite to show it.</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon," he said in a very pleasant +voice; "can I be of any assistance to you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Marjorie, frankly. "I saw you +in the hotel dining-room last night, and I heard +my cousin say you lived there. I came out for +a walk before breakfast, and—it's very stupid I +suppose—but I can't find my way back to the +entrance where I came in."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p> + +<p>A look of comprehension came into the +young man's pleasant face, and he regarded +Marjorie with interest not unmixed with +amusement.</p> + +<p>"I understand," he said; "you are staying at +the 'Plaza,' and want to go back there."</p> + +<p>"Yes, that is the name," said Marjorie, looking +much relieved; "will you please show me the +way to the gate?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly," said her new acquaintance, smiling, +and he at once began to lead the way, pushing +his bicycle along beside him.</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't you want to get on your wheel +again?" Marjorie inquired anxiously. "I can +easily follow if you don't go too fast."</p> + +<p>The young man protested that he had ridden +quite long enough, and would be glad of a little +walk.</p> + +<p>"You are very kind," said Marjorie, heartily. +"It was very stupid of me to lose my way; I +never was lost before."</p> + +<p>"And do you often walk here in the park?" +her new friend inquired, politely.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, I was never here before. I only +came to New York yesterday; my home is in Arizona."</p> + +<p>"You have come a long distance," he said.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> +"And how do you like New York—that is to +say as much as you have seen of it?"</p> + +<p>"I think it is very noisy and rather smoky, +but the hotel is beautiful, and so is this park. +I haven't seen much of New York yet, but I am +going to spend the winter here."</p> + +<p>"I quite agree with you as to the noise and +smoke," said her companion, smiling, "but New +York is a pretty jolly place notwithstanding. It +isn't my home either; I am from Virginia."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know you are," said Marjorie, innocently. +"You came here to go to college, and +your mother is with you. My cousin told us all +about it last evening at dinner."</p> + +<p>The young man laughed outright. It was +such a merry laugh that Marjorie could not help +joining in it, and after that they were excellent +friends.</p> + +<p>"Now I wonder if you would mind telling +me how your cousin obtained her information," +Marjorie's new friend said when he had recovered +his gravity. "I haven't met her, have I? +What is her name?"</p> + +<p>"Elsie Carleton. No, she hasn't met you yet, +but she wants to very much. A friend of hers +has promised to introduce you if she has a chance. +Your name is Randolph, isn't it?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, Beverly Randolph, at your service. I +shall be very glad to meet your cousin, I am sure. +Perhaps you will introduce us."</p> + +<p>"Of course I will if you like. It seems very +queer not to know a person who lives in the same +house with one, but Elsie says they don't know +any of the people at the hotel. It was all so different +at home."</p> + +<p>Then Beverly Randolph asked some questions +about Arizona, which set Marjorie off on a description +of the ranch, and her life there, which +lasted until they reached the Fifth Avenue entrance.</p> + +<p>"That's the gate I came in," exclaimed Marjorie. +"I wasn't so far away, after all. Would +you mind telling me what time it is?"</p> + +<p>Beverly Randolph took out his watch.</p> + +<p>"Ten minutes past nine," he said, looking +somewhat dismayed in his turn; "I had no idea +it was so late. Luckily it is Saturday, so there +are no recitations to miss."</p> + +<p>"O dear! I am afraid I am terribly late for +breakfast," said Marjorie, feeling very much +ashamed of herself. And without another word, +they hurried across the avenue, and entered the +hotel, where the very first person Marjorie saw in +the entrance hall was her uncle.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, Uncle Henry, I am so sorry to be late!" +she cried remorsefully, springing to Mr. Carleton's +side. "I hope you and Aunt Julia aren't +annoyed with me."</p> + +<p>"Where in the world have you been, Marjorie?" +her uncle demanded, ignoring the latter +part of her remark. He was looking decidedly +annoyed as well as worried.</p> + +<p>"Why, I got up early," Marjorie explained, +"and the girl who was dusting said you never +had breakfast before half-past eight, so I thought +I would go for a walk in the park. I got lost, +and couldn't remember the name of the hotel, +but fortunately, just as I was beginning to be a +little frightened, I met Mr. Beverly Randolph, +and he brought me home."</p> + +<p>"And who is Beverly Randolph? I had no +idea you had friends in New York."</p> + +<p>"Oh, he isn't exactly a friend—at least he +wasn't till this morning. You know who he is, +Uncle Henry; that nice-looking boy Elsie was +talking about at dinner last night. Wasn't it +fortunate I recognized him. He is just as nice +as he can be, and I'm going to introduce him to +Elsie."</p> + +<p>"Come upstairs at once," said Mr. Carleton, +a trifle less sternly. "We have been very anxious<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> +about you; you must never do such a thing +again."</p> + +<p>Marjorie was dumb with astonishment. Beyond +being late for breakfast she had no idea +that she had done anything wrong. She followed +her uncle in silence, and did not utter another +word until they had reached their own +apartment, where they found Mrs. Carleton in a +condition bordering on hysteria, and Elsie trying +to look solemn, but secretly rather enjoying the +situation. "I should really think, Marjorie, that +you might have known," said Mrs. Carleton in a +tone of deep reproach, when she had heard her +niece's explanation, "your own common sense +should have told you that to go wandering off +by yourself in a strange city at seven o'clock in +the morning, was a most extraordinary thing to +do. You must never again go out alone at any +hour. Elsie has never been out without a maid."</p> + +<p>Marjorie's eyes opened wide in amazement.</p> + +<p>"Not go out alone?" she repeated stupidly. +"Why I've always gone everywhere by myself +ever since I was a little girl."</p> + +<p>"Well, you are not to do it here, whatever you +may have done in Arizona," said Mrs. Carleton, +crossly. "As for speaking to a strange young +man, and getting him to bring you home, I really<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> +never heard of anything so outrageous. We have +been frightened to death about you."</p> + +<p>"There, there, Julia," put in Uncle Henry, +"don't you think you have said enough? I am +sure Marjorie will never do such a thing again; +she will soon be accustomed to New York ways. +Now suppose you let the child have some breakfast; +she looks about ready to drop."</p> + +<p>But it was not want of food that had driven +the color from Marjorie's cheeks and the light +from her eyes. Indeed, she had but small appetite +for the tempting breakfast that was set before +her, and it was only by a mighty effort that +she was able to keep back the burst of homesick +tears which threatened every moment to overpower +her.</p> + +<p>At the same moment that Mrs. Carleton was +administering her reproof to Marjorie, Beverly +Randolph was giving his mother an account of +the morning's adventure, as they sat together at +breakfast in their pleasant sitting-room on the +floor below.</p> + +<p>"I know you would like the little girl, +Mother," he ended; "she is such a natural, jolly +sort, and there isn't one bit of nonsense about +her."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph smiled as she poured her son's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> +coffee, and regarded him with proud, loving +eyes.</p> + +<p>"You never have admired the 'sort' with nonsense +about them, have you, dear?" she said +rather mischievously.</p> + +<p>"I haven't any use for them," said Beverly +with decision. "I like girls well enough when +they behave decently, but the silly giggly ones +get on my nerves. This one—Marjorie Graham +she says her name is—is all right, though. +I think I know the cousin by sight, and I don't +feel so sure about her."</p> + +<p>"You mustn't be too fastidious, Beverly," said +his mother, laughing. "I dare say they are both +nice little girls. By the way, I have received an +invitation from that charming Mrs. Bell, who +called the other day, asking us both to dine with +her next Tuesday. Her husband is an old friend +of Uncle George's, you know. Mrs. Bell told +me she had a daughter of thirteen or fourteen, so +that will be another acquaintance for you."</p> + +<p>"Well, if she is like most of the New York +girls I've seen I sha'n't care much about her," declared +Beverly. "I prefer the ones that come +from Arizona. Honestly, Mother, I want you to +meet that little girl. I don't know what it was +about her, but she reminded me of Babs."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p> + +<p>A look of pain crossed Mrs. Randolph's sweet +face, but her voice was still quite cheerful as she +answered—</p> + +<p>"Very well, dear, be sure to introduce her to +me; I want to know all your friends."</p> + +<p>As soon as she could escape from her relatives +after breakfast, Marjorie fled to her own +room, there to have her cry out, and pull herself +together, before starting on a shopping expedition +with her aunt. Elsie was going to lunch with a +schoolmate, but Aunt Julia had ordered the carriage +and told Marjorie that she intended devoting +the day to shopping.</p> + +<p>"You are to begin school on Monday," she +explained, "and I must get you some decent +clothes as soon as possible."</p> + +<p>Marjorie supposed she ought to be grateful, +but she could not help resisting the fact that her +aunt evidently did not consider her present wardrobe +"decent," and this, added to her other +troubles, resulted in a very unhappy half-hour. +But Marjorie was a plucky girl, and she had +plenty of common sense.</p> + +<p>"I won't write a word about all this to Mother +or Aunt Jessie," she decided as she dried her +eyes. "It wouldn't do any good, and they would +be so sorry. I am sure Aunt Julia means to be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> +kind, and I suppose I did frighten them, but it +does seem so silly not to be allowed to go out for +a walk by one's self."</p> + +<p>She had just bathed her red eyes, and was sitting +down to write the deferred letter to her +mother, when the door opened, and Elsie came +in.</p> + +<p>"Mamma says you are to be ready to go out +with her in fifteen minutes," she began, then +paused, regarding her cousin curiously. "You +look as if you'd been crying," she said abruptly. +"Mamma did pitch into you pretty hard, but it +was an awfully queer thing to go out by yourself +at seven o'clock in the morning."</p> + +<p>"I'm very sorry I did what was wrong," said +Marjorie, "but I had no idea any one would object. +I often go for a gallop on my pony before +breakfast at home."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I daresay you do, but that is very different. +I think it was too funny that you should +have met Beverly Randolph. Do tell me what he +is like."</p> + +<p>"He is very nice indeed," said Marjorie, +frankly; "I liked him ever so much."</p> + +<p>"You'll be sure to introduce us, won't you? +It will be such fun to tell Lulu Bell I've met him +first; not that she'll care much, she's such a baby.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> +Mamma thinks she may call on Mrs. Randolph +to thank her."</p> + +<p>"What does she want to thank her for?" inquired +Marjorie, innocently.</p> + +<p>"Why, for her son's bringing you home, and +being so kind to you. You might have been lost +for hours if he hadn't done it."</p> + +<p>"But his mother had nothing to do with that," +persisted Marjorie. "Besides, he was on his +way home, anyway. He was very nice, but I +don't see what there is to thank his mother for."</p> + +<p>Elsie reddened, and looked a little annoyed.</p> + +<p>"Oh, well, it doesn't matter," she said carelessly. +"Mamma would like to call on Mrs. +Randolph, and this makes a good excuse, that's +all. She says the Randolphs of Virginia are a +very old family. Now hurry and get ready; the +carriage will be here in a few minutes."</p> + +<p>Marjorie said no more on the subject, but she +was puzzled. It was only natural that Aunt +Julia should wish to make the acquaintance of a +lady who lived in the same house with her, but +why was it necessary to have an excuse for doing +so? She was beginning to think that there +were going to be a great many new things to learn +in New York.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER X</h2> + +<h3>NEW FRIENDS AND NEW FASHIONS</h3> + + +<div class="blockquot"><div class='right'> + +"November 6th.<br /> +</div> + +"<span class="smcap">Dearest Aunt Jessie</span>: + +<p>"I am at home alone this evening; Uncle +Henry and Aunt Julia have gone out to dinner, +and Elsie is at a party. I am going to write you +a long, long letter, and try to tell you every single +thing that has happened.</p> + +<p>"I have been here just a week, and I think I +am beginning to get more accustomed to things. +It is all very interesting, but some of it does seem +a little queer, and, oh, how I do wish I could have +a good talk with Mother or you, and ask you to +explain the things I don't understand. Aunt +Julia is very kind, but I could never talk to her +as I do to you and Mother. The things that +puzzle me most are what it is proper to do and +what isn't. For one thing, they say it isn't proper +to speak to people unless one has been introduced. +At home we always speak to every one whether<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> +they are in the 'Social Register' or not. The +Social Register is a book, and Elsie says the +names of all the nice people are in it, and when +her mother wants to find out who people are, and +whether or not she wants to have Elsie know +them she just looks for their names in the Social +Register, and if she finds them there she knows +they are all right. Then it isn't considered +proper for girls to go out by themselves in New +York. I have seen some nice-looking girls alone +in the streets, but Elsie says they can't be the +kind one wants to know. Hortense, the French +maid, always goes out with Elsie and me, and +even carries our books to school for us. Hortense +is very nice, but it is rather a bother having +her always about, and she wants to do a great +many more things for me than I really need. +But the greatest difficulty of all is that Elsie isn't +fond of walking, and I do miss my tramps dreadfully. +We walk to school and back every day, +but it isn't far, and in the afternoon Elsie is always +having engagements. So I go driving with +Aunt Julia, and, oh, but it does seem slow! Aunt +Julia hates to drive fast, and I sometimes feel as +if I would give anything to jump out of the carriage +and have one good run. I know I could +easily keep up with those horses if it were only<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> +proper to run behind the carriage, but of course it +isn't.</p> + +<p>"I ought not to object to going out with Aunt +Julia, for she has been very good to me. She is +having some perfectly lovely dresses made for +me, and has bought me two simply wonderful +hats. I am not sure whether Mother would quite +approve of all my new clothes. Some of them +do look very grown-up, but then the girls here +are all much more grown-up than I had any idea +they would be. Elsie puts up her hair, and +wanted me to put mine up, too, but I knew +Mother wouldn't like it, and Uncle Henry said I +was right.</p> + +<p>"I have been at school every day since Monday, +and like it very much indeed. It is not a +large school, only a class of twelve girls. The +teacher's name is Miss Lothrop, and Elsie and +several of the other girls have been going to her +since they were quite little. Miss Lothrop is +lovely, and all the girls have been very kind and +polite to me. The two I like best are Lulu Bell +and Winifred Hamilton. Elsie says they are +both very young for their age, and I think perhaps +that is the reason I like them better than +some of the others. Winifred is only thirteen, +but she is just as sweet as she can be, and Lulu<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> +is awfully pretty, and a great favorite. Carol +Hastings is another girl in the class, and Elsie's +most intimate friend. She is only fourteen, but +seems much older. I wonder why New York +girls seem to care so much about boys. I like +a nice boy ever so much myself, but I can't see +the use of giggling and looking silly every time +his name is mentioned. Carol Hastings came +here to dinner last night, and when Beverly Randolph +came over to our table to speak to us, she +was so silly I was really ashamed of her. I +spoke to Elsie about it afterwards, and she said +Carol was a goose, but I think she is a little bit +silly herself sometimes. I wrote Mother all +about Beverly Randolph, and how much I liked +him. I would give anything to have a brother +just like him. He adores his mother, and I don't +wonder, for she is lovely. He says she is so +jolly, and is always interested in everything he is +interested in; even the college games. His father +died when he was little, and I suppose this is one +reason why he and his mother are so much to +each other. There is an uncle, who is a doctor, +but he only comes to dine with them sometimes, +and lives somewhere else. Mrs. Randolph has +one of the sweetest faces I have ever seen—yours +and Mothers excepted—and she looks<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> +very young to be the mother of a big boy of +eighteen. She dresses in black, and looks rather +sad sometimes, but I suppose that is when she is +thinking of her husband.</p> + +<p>"Elsie is very clever, and Aunt Julia admires +her tremendously. She says Elsie has always +been the brightest girl in her classes and that she +recites Shakespeare quite wonderfully. I haven't +heard her recite yet, but she plays the piano very +well, and takes music lessons twice a week. She +speaks French, too, and is beginning to study German. +Of course I am not nearly as far advanced +as she is, but Miss Lothrop says I am not backward +for my age, and that makes me very happy. +I was so proud when she asked me if I had a +governess at home, and I told her Father and +Mother had taught me everything I knew. I +don't think Elsie liked my saying that; she says +I mustn't talk about our being poor, but I am sure +I can't see why she should object. However, I +have promised to try not to say anything she +doesn't like; they have all been so good to me +that I do want to please them if I can.</p> + +<p>"Last Tuesday was Aunt Julia's birthday, and +she gave a family dinner party. She has a good +many relatives, and they all came. I should think +Elsie would love having so many cousins, but she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> +says she doesn't care very much about many of +them. Aunt Julia's two sisters were here, and I +thought the oldest one—Mrs. Lamont—was +lovely. Her daughter, Miss Annie, came with +her, and she was awfully nice and jolly. She is +quite old—about twenty-five I think—and she +works downtown in a settlement. I didn't know +what a settlement was, but Elsie explained that +it is a place where ladies go to live among very +poor ignorant people, and try to help them. She +and her mother send some of their old clothes +to Miss Lamont, and she gives them to the poor +women at the settlement. Aunt Julia's other +sister is Mrs. Ward. She is quite stout, and +talks a great deal about what is good for her to +eat and what isn't. She was nice, but I didn't +like her as much as the Lamonts. Her husband +is fat, too, and is always saying funny things that +make people laugh. They have two little girls, +but they were not allowed to come because Tuesday +was a school night, and they are never allowed +to go out anywhere except on Fridays and +Saturdays. Elsie can go out any night she likes, +because she is so clever that Aunt Julia says it +doesn't matter whether she misses her lessons one +day or not. There is a Ward boy, too, but he is +at Yale. Elsie likes him best of all her cousins,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> +and she says he is very fond of her, too. Aunt +Julia says all the boys admire Elsie very much, +but I think she is mistaken about Beverly Randolph. +He has such an honest face that he can't +hide his feelings, and when Elsie and Carol giggled +so much that night, and talked so very +grown-up, I am sure he was trying not to laugh.</p> + +<p>"You can't begin to imagine how glad I was +to get your and Mother's precious letters. I read +them over and over until I almost knew them by +heart, and slept with Mother's first one under my +pillow all night. Father's letter was splendid +too, and I was so interested to hear all about the +new colts. I am so glad Undine is proving such +a comfort. I knew you couldn't help loving her, +she is such a dear, and she promised to try to +take my place. I told the girls at school about +her, and they thought it the most interesting thing +they had ever heard. Lulu Bell says she is going +to tell her aunt, who is an authoress, about it, +and ask her to put Undine in a book. Won't it +be too interesting if she really does?</p> + +<p>"O dear! there is the clock striking ten, and +I have been writing ever since half-past eight. +I must stop now, and go to bed, or I shall be +sleepy to-morrow morning. Ten o'clock at night +used to seem very late indeed at home, but it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> +seems quite early here. Elsie doesn't expect to +get home from her party before half past eleven. +Uncle Henry doesn't approve of late hours for +school-girls, but Aunt Julia says everybody in +New York keeps them, so it can't be helped. I +forgot to say the party is at Bessie Winston's. +She is one of the girls at Miss Lothrop's, and one +of Elsie's intimate friends. I was invited, too, +but Aunt Julia wouldn't let me accept, because +my new dresses haven't come home yet. Elsie +says I wouldn't have enjoyed it, anyway, because +I can't dance. She goes to a dancing class every +Saturday morning, and Aunt Julia says she may +have me go too after Christmas. I think I +should like dancing, for the sake of the exercise +if nothing else. Oh, how I do long for exercise! +Elsie rides in summer, but her pony is at +their country place on Long Island, and they +don't think it worth while to bring it in to New +York. Aunt Julia says Elsie has so many other +things to do in winter she has no time for riding. +What wouldn't I give for one good canter on +Roland! I can't help envying the girls I see riding +in the park, though none of them look as if +they were enjoying it as much as I should. They +all ride side-saddle, and I don't believe it can be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> +nearly as pleasant as riding astride, but Aunt +Julia told me not to say so, because it isn't considered +the thing to ride astride here. I saw +Beverly Randolph riding in the park this afternoon, +and he really did look as if he enjoyed it. +His home is in Virginia, and he says the people +there are very fond of horses. Lulu says Mrs. +Randolph owns a large plantation, and I suppose +a plantation is something like a ranch.</p> + +<p>"Now I really must stop writing, for my hand +is getting tired, and I have made two big blots +on this page. So good night, Auntie darling. +If I could send all the love that is in my heart, +I am afraid no postman would be able to carry +the letter, it would be so heavy. So you must +just imagine it is there. I am really very happy, +though I can't help feeling homesick sometimes, +especially at night. I am going to work hard, +and try to learn so much this winter that you will +all be proud of me when I come home. I have +already begun counting the weeks; there are +just twenty-eight and a half till the first of June. +A winter does seem a very long time, but this +week has gone by faster than I expected. I will +write to Mother on Sunday, and your next letters +ought to be here by Monday. Letters are<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> +the best thing in the world when one is so far +away from home, so please all write just as often +as you can to</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 2.5em;">"Your own loving</span><br /> +"<span class="smcap">Marjorie.</span>"<br /> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XI</h2> + +<h3>MARJORIE ENGAGES IN BATTLE</h3> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">The</span> most glorious thing is going to happen, +Marjorie," announced Elsie, as her cousin came +into the drawing-room to breakfast one November +morning, about two weeks after the writing +of that long letter to Aunt Jessie.</p> + +<p>"What is it?" inquired Marjorie, regarding +Elsie's radiant face and sparkling eyes, with interest. +Elsie was not, as a rule, a very enthusiastic +young person.</p> + +<p>"The most delightful invitation you ever heard +of," Elsie explained with a glance at the letter +her mother was reading. "It's from my cousin +Percy Ward. You know he's a sophomore at +Yale, and he wants Mamma and me to come to +New Haven for the football game next Saturday. +It's the big Yale-Harvard game, you know, and +I've been simply crazy to go, but it's almost impossible +to get tickets. It really was angelic of +Percy to get two for us, and he wants us to come +up on Friday afternoon so we can go to the dance<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> +that evening. He has engaged a room for us at +the hotel."</p> + +<p>"It must be wonderful to see a great match +like that," declared Marjorie, with hearty appreciation +of her cousin's good fortune. "I +have seen pictures of the college games, and +Father always reads the football news in the +papers. He is a Harvard man himself, you +know, and used to be on the team."</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry you can't go with us," said Elsie, +regretfully, "but of course Percy couldn't get +more than two tickets. Perhaps you wouldn't +enjoy it much, though. It can't be much fun +unless you know a lot of the boys. Percy is such +a dear; he is sure to introduce me to all his +friends."</p> + +<p>"I wish your father had not gone to Washington +on that tiresome business just now," remarked +Mrs. Carleton, laying down her nephew's +letter, and looking a little worried. "I should +have liked to consult him before answering +Percy."</p> + +<p>"Why, Mamma, you surely don't think he +would object!" cried Elsie in dismay. "What +possible reason could he have for not wanting us +to go?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, no reason whatever, of course, dear. I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span> +was only thinking of Marjorie. I am not sure +that he would like the idea of her being left here +alone while we are away."</p> + +<p>"Oh, bother! Marjorie won't mind—will +you, Marjorie? Besides, she needn't be alone; +Hortense can sleep in my room, and it's only for +one night."</p> + +<p>"Please don't worry about me, Aunt Julia," +said Marjorie, blushing. "I shall get on all +right, I am sure, and it would be terrible to have +you and Elsie miss the game on my account. I +can have my meals up here while you are away, +and go out with Hortense."</p> + +<p>But Mrs. Carleton did not look quite satisfied.</p> + +<p>"You are very sweet and unselfish, dear," she +said, "but I wish Percy had bought another +ticket; then we could have taken you with us. I +cannot bear to disappoint Elsie, so I suppose I +shall have to accept the invitation, though I dislike +the idea of leaving you behind, especially at +a time when your uncle is away, too."</p> + +<p>So the matter was settled, and as soon as breakfast +was over Mrs. Carleton sat down to write +her note of acceptance, while the two girls +started for school, accompanied as usual by Hortense. +Elsie was in high spirits, and entertained<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> +her cousin with a vivid description of the delight +and excitement of a college football match.</p> + +<p>"Not that I have ever seen one myself," she +explained. "Papa hates crowds, and has always +said it was too difficult to get tickets, and +last year Percy couldn't get any either, being only +a freshman. Carol Hastings has been, though, +and she told me she was never so excited in her +life. The Bells are going this year, and have invited +Winifred Hamilton and Gertie Rossiter to +go with them. I can't see why they want to take +Winifred; she is such a baby, and I don't believe +a boy will notice her; but she and Lulu are such +chums, one never seems able to go anywhere +without the other."</p> + +<p>"Beverly Randolph and his mother are going, +too," said Marjorie, who was making a great effort +to keep down the feeling of envious longing, +and to show a real interest and sympathy in +her cousin's anticipations. "He told me so yesterday. +His uncle, Dr. Randolph, is going to +take them in his automobile."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know; I heard him talking about it. +I must be sure to tell him Mamma and I are going, +so he will look us up. Oh, here come Bessie +and Carol; I must tell them the good news."</p> + +<p>Percy Ward's letter arrived on Wednesday<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span> +morning, and on Friday afternoon soon after +luncheon, Mrs. Carleton and Elsie departed for +New Haven. Mr. Carleton had been called to +Washington on business, and was not expected +home before Saturday night. Aunt Julia was +very kind, and kissed Marjorie with more affection +than usual.</p> + +<p>"I really hate to leave you," she said regretfully. +"If it were not for the disappointment it +would have been to Elsie, I would never have accepted. +I hope you will not be very lonely."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, I won't," promised Marjorie cheerfully. +She was really touched by her aunt's +solicitude, and had almost, if not quite, succeeded +in banishing the feelings of envy and disappointment. +"I've got some hard lessons for Monday, +and I want to have them all perfect, so I can +write Mother that I haven't missed in any of my +classes for a week. Then Hortense says she likes +walking, so we can have some fine long tramps. +To-morrow night will be here before I've begun +to realize that you are away."</p> + +<p>But despite her cheerful assurances, Marjorie's +heart was not very light when she accompanied +her aunt and cousin to the lift, and saw them +start, Elsie's face wreathed in smiles, and even +Aunt Julia looking as if she had not altogether<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> +outgrown her interest in a football game. She +went slowly back to her own room, and taking up +her Greek history, determined to forget present +disappointment, and spend the next hour with the +Greek heroes. But to make up one's mind to do +a thing, and to carry out one's good intentions +are two very different matters. Marjorie conscientiously +tried to fix her thoughts on "The +Siege of Troy," but the recollection of Elsie's +radiant face kept obtruding itself between her +eyes and the printed page, and at the end of half +an hour she threw down her book in despair.</p> + +<p>"There isn't any use," she said to herself, with +a sigh; "I can't remember a single date. I'll +ring for Hortense, and ask her to take me for a +walk. Perhaps by the time we come back my +wits will have left off wool-gathering, and I shall +have a good long evening for studying and writing +letters."</p> + +<p>Hortense was quite ready for a walk, and +really the afternoon was much less forlorn than +Marjorie had anticipated. The French maid had +taken a fancy to the little Western girl, who was +always kind and friendly in her manner, and did +not—as she told a friend—treat her as if she +were "<i>seulement une machine</i>." Elsie never +talked to Hortense during their walks, but this<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> +afternoon Marjorie was longing for companionship, +and she and the maid chatted together like +old friends. They were both young and far +away from home, and perhaps that fact had a +good deal to do towards drawing them together. +Marjorie was always glad to talk of her life on +the ranch, and Hortense told in her turn of the +little French village, where she had spent her +childhood, and of the widowed mother and little +brothers and sisters, to whom she sent more than +half of her earnings. She spoke in broken English, +with here and there a French expression +thrown in, but Marjorie had no difficulty in understanding, +and her interest and sympathy for +the plucky little French girl, who had left home +and friends to earn her own living, grew rapidly.</p> + +<p>They took a long walk, for Hortense was almost +as fond of tramping as Marjorie herself, +and it was almost dusk when they at last came in +sight of the big hotel. Then Hortense suddenly +remembered an errand she had to do for Mrs. +Carleton, and Marjorie—who was not in the +least tired—declared her intention of accompanying +her.</p> + +<p>"It is not far," the maid explained; "only to +Sixth Avenue. We shall not be more than a +quarter of an hour."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span></p> + +<p>The errand accomplished they turned their +steps in a homeward direction, and were about +half way up Fifty-seventh Street, on their way to +the Plaza, when Marjorie's attention was attracted +by a horse and cart, which had come to a +standstill only a few feet in front of them. The +cart was loaded with boxes and packages, and the +horse, which was a mere skeleton, and looked as +if his working days had long been over, had evidently +completely given out. The driver, a boy +of sixteen or seventeen, had sprung down from +his seat, and was endeavoring to discover the +cause of the trouble.</p> + +<p>"Oh, look, Hortense," cried Marjorie, her +quick sympathies instantly aroused, "look at that +poor horse. He isn't strong enough to drag that +heavy wagon, with all those boxes in it. Oh, +what a shame! That boy mustn't beat him so—he +mustn't!" And before the horrified maid +could interpose, impulsive Marjorie had sprung +forward to remonstrate.</p> + +<p>"Stop beating that horse," she commanded, +with flashing eyes; "can't you see he isn't able +to go any farther with that load? You ought to +be ashamed to load a poor creature like that in +such a way!"</p> + +<p>The boy stared at her for a moment in stupid<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span> +amazement; then an ugly look came into his face. +He gave one quick glance up and down the street, +to make sure there was no policeman in sight; +and turned on Marjorie with rough fury.</p> + +<p>"You leave me alone, will you? It ain't none +of your biz what I do with this here horse." +And before the indignant Marjorie could protest +he had again laid the whip lash, sharply across the +poor animal's back.</p> + +<p>Then for one moment Marjorie forgot everything—forgot +that she was in the streets of a +big city—forgot all Aunt Julia's lectures and +Elsie's warnings—and with one quick movement +she seized the whip handle, trying with all her +strength to drag it away from the boy. She was +strong, but her antagonist was stronger, and the +end of that momentary struggle was a sharp cry +of pain from Marjorie, a muttered imprecation +from the driver, and in another second he had +sprung into his seat, and horse and wagon were +clattering away down the street.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle," gasped +Hortense, seizing Marjorie's arm, and fairly +trembling with fright and horror; "how could +you do such a terrible thing? A young lady to +fight with a <i>canaille!</i> Oh, what will Madame +say when she hears?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 317px;"> +<img src="images/i-002.jpg" width="317" height="500" alt="With One Quick Movement She Seized the Whip Handle.—Page 145." title="" /> +<span class="caption"><span class='smcap'>With One Quick Movement She Seized the Whip Handle</span>.—Page 145.</span> +</div> + +<p>"He is a wicked, cruel boy," panted Marjorie; +"he ought to be arrested. He is killing +that poor old horse."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know, he is cruel, a beast, but young +ladies must not interfere with such things. You +might have been hurt. Let us go home quickly; +I am near to faint. Thank Heaven no one saw. +Madame would never forgive such a disgrace."</p> + +<p>"But some one ought to interfere," protested +Marjorie, her wrath beginning to cool, "and +there wasn't anybody else to do it. I would +have taken that whip away from him if I could, +but he was so strong, and he has hurt my wrist."</p> + +<p>"Hurt your wrist! Let me see. Ah, but it is +red. How could you have held on so tight? +Come home quickly, and we will bathe it with +arnica. How fortunate that Madame and +Mademoiselle Elsie are away! Ah, here comes +the young gentleman, Mademoiselle Elsie's friend +from the hotel; he must not know that anything +is wrong."</p> + +<p>But Marjorie had no intention of keeping her +indignation to herself, and she turned to greet +Beverly Randolph with eyes that flashed and +cheeks that tingled.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mr. Randolph," she exclaimed, as the +young man smilingly took off his hat, and paused<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> +beside her, "the most dreadful thing has happened. +A cruel, wicked boy has been ill-treating +a poor old horse. The poor creature had a +terribly heavy load, and when he refused to go +any further, the boy beat him, and—"</p> + +<p>"Where is he?" inquired Beverly, his own +eyes beginning to flash. "I'll report the case to +the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals."</p> + +<p>"He has gone," said Marjorie, regretfully. +"He gave the horse a dreadful cut with the whip, +and it was so frightened it started, and then he +jumped into the wagon and went off. I tried to +get the whip away from him, but he was terribly +strong, and he hurt my wrist so much I had to +let go."</p> + +<p>Beverly Randolph's face was a mixture of astonishment, +amusement and horror.</p> + +<p>"You don't mean that you tackled the fellow +yourself?" he demanded incredulously.</p> + +<p>Marjorie nodded. Now that the excitement +was over she was beginning to feel a little startled +at what she had done.</p> + +<p>"I had to," she said humbly; "there wasn't +any one else to do it. Hortense thinks it was +very unladylike, but I don't see what else I could +have done. I couldn't just stand by and do nothing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> +while that poor horse was being ill-treated."</p> + +<p>"No, I don't suppose you could," said Beverly, +smiling. "I don't think I would do it +again, though; you might get hurt. Hello! +what's the matter?—don't you feel well?"</p> + +<p>For Marjorie had suddenly grown very pale, +and leaned against the lamp-post.</p> + +<p>"It's—it's my wrist," she faltered; "it hurts +dreadfully, and—and I think I feel a little +faint."</p> + +<p>Without a moment's hesitation Beverly drew +the girl's arm through his.</p> + +<p>"Come along," he said, peremptorily, and +without another word he conducted the wounded +soldier back to the hotel. Marjorie, too, was silent; +the pain in her wrist was very bad, and she +had to bite her lips hard to keep back the rising +tears. Hortense, still covered with shame and +confusion, followed close behind. At the door +of the lift Beverly paused.</p> + +<p>"Is your aunt at home?" he inquired.</p> + +<p>"No," said Marjorie, unsteadily; "she and +Elsie have gone to New Haven for the football +game."</p> + +<p>"To be sure they have; I had forgotten. +Your cousin told me they were going this afternoon. +Well, I think I will take you to our apartment.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> +My mother is used to sprains and bruises, +and will know what to do for your wrist."</p> + +<p>Marjorie protested that she could not think of +disturbing Mrs. Randolph, but Beverly, who appeared +to be accustomed to having his own way, +remained firm, and in the end his companion was +forced to yield, much to the distress and horror +of Hortense, who considered that the story was +already known to more persons than Mrs. Carleton +would approve.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph and her brother-in-law were +having tea in the former's pretty sitting-room, +when the door was unceremoniously flung open, +and Beverly appeared on the threshold, leading in +a trembling, white-faced girl, who immediately +collapsed into the nearest chair, and looked as +if she were about to faint.</p> + +<p>"It's Miss Marjorie Graham, Mother," Beverly +explained, "and she has hurt her wrist. +Her aunt is away, so I brought her in here. Oh, +here's Uncle George; what luck! This is my +uncle Dr. Randolph, Miss Marjorie; he is a surgeon, +you know, and he'll fix you up in no +time."</p> + +<p>"To be sure I will if I can," said a pleasant +voice, not unlike Beverly's. "Let me see what +the trouble is. Ah, this is the hand, isn't it?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> +And Marjorie felt her wrist taken in firm, kind +fingers. She winced at the touch, but the doctor's +next words were reassuring.</p> + +<p>"I see; only a slight sprain, nothing serious. +Have you some arnica, Barbara, and some linen +that I can use for a bandage?"</p> + +<p>"How did it happen, dear?" Mrs. Randolph +inquired sympathetically, as Marjorie leaned back +in her chair, with a sigh of intense relief, and +the doctor applied a cooling lotion to her aching +wrist.</p> + +<p>Marjorie's cheeks were crimson again, but not +for a moment did she hesitate about telling the +truth. Beverly had gone off to his own room, +having left his charge in safe hands.</p> + +<p>"I am afraid it was my own fault," she said, +honestly. "I saw a boy ill-treating a poor old +horse, and tried to stop him by getting the whip +away from him, but he was much stronger than +I, and in the struggle I suppose he must have +twisted my wrist. I am afraid your son and my +aunt's maid both think I was very unladylike."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph and the doctor exchanged +amused glances, and the latter said kindly:</p> + +<p>"I wish more people were moved by the same +spirit, though I don't know that I should advise +young girls to attack rough drivers. I imagine<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> +you have not been very long in New York or you +would be accustomed to such sights."</p> + +<p>"No," said Marjorie, much relieved. "I +have only been in New York three weeks. My +home is on a ranch in Arizona, but I have been +accustomed to horses all my life. I think my +father would almost kill any boy who dared to +treat one of ours like that."</p> + +<p>"I daresay he would. Your father raises +horses, I suppose?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and cattle, too. I have lived on the +ranch ever since I was two years old, and New +York seems very strange in some ways."</p> + +<p>"It must," said Dr. Randolph gravely, but his +eyes twinkled, and Marjorie felt sure he was trying +not to laugh. "There, I think the wrist will +do nicely now. You can wet this bandage again +in an hour, and if I am not mistaken the pain will +be gone by that time. I must be going now, Barbara; +I have two patients to see before dinner. +I'll call for you and Beverly in the car at nine to-morrow +morning; that will give us plenty of time +to make New Haven before lunch." And with a +hurried leave-taking the doctor departed, leaving +Mrs. Randolph and Marjorie alone together.</p> + +<p>The next half-hour was a very pleasant one. +Mrs. Randolph would not allow the girl to go<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span> +back to her own apartment until the pain in her +wrist had subsided, and she made her lie on the +sofa, and petted her in a way that recalled Mother +and Aunt Jessie so strongly that Marjorie had +some difficulty in keeping back the homesick tears. +Almost before she knew it, she was chatting away +to this new acquaintance as if they had been old +friends.</p> + +<p>"I hope I shall get accustomed to New York +ways soon," she said humbly. "I am afraid I +make a great many mistakes, and they distress +my aunt and cousin very much. You see, it is all +so different on the ranch. I suppose your son +told you how I spoke to him that morning in the +park, and asked him to take me home. It seemed +quite a natural thing to do, because I knew he +lived in this hotel, but Aunt Julia was dreadfully +shocked."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph laughed.</p> + +<p>"Beverly was not at all shocked," she said. +"He and I have rather old-fashioned ideas about +some things; we like little girls to be natural."</p> + +<p>"I am so glad you think me a little girl still," +said Marjorie in a sudden burst of confidence. +"All the girls here seem so grown-up, and I +don't want to grow up just yet; I am only fourteen."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></p> + +<p>"My little girl would have been just about +your age if she had lived," said Mrs. Randolph, +with a rather sad smile. "I am sure I should +not have begun to think of her as grown-up +yet."</p> + +<p>Marjorie was interested. She would have +liked to ask Mrs. Randolph about her little girl, +but feared the subject might be a painful one, +and just that moment Beverly came back, and +the conversation turned on other matters. In a +little while Marjorie rose to go.</p> + +<p>"You have been very kind to me," she said to +Mrs. Randolph. "My wrist feels ever so much +better already. I do hope I haven't been a +bother."</p> + +<p>"Not a bit of it," Mrs. Randolph declared, +laughing. "On the contrary, I have enjoyed +your call very much, and I hope you will +come often, for I am very fond of little girls. +By the way, what are you going to do to-morrow?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I don't know," said Marjorie; "walk +and read and study, I suppose. Aunt Julia said +I might drive in the afternoon, but the horses +go so slowly I always feel as though I should +like to get out of the carriage and run. Galloping +over the prairie is much more fun."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph and her son both laughed, and +Beverly remarked rather indignantly:</p> + +<p>"It's a shame you couldn't have gone to the +game with the others."</p> + +<p>"Oh, that wasn't Aunt Julia's fault," said +Marjorie, loyally. "Her nephew only sent two +tickets, and Elsie says it's almost impossible to +get extra ones. They were very kind about it, +and Aunt Julia hated to leave me behind."</p> + +<p>Beverly and his mother exchanged a significant +glance, and then Beverly offered to accompany +the visitor as far as her own apartment for the +purpose of carrying the arnica bottle, which Mrs. +Randolph insisted she should keep in case of +necessity. Marjorie protested, but Beverly was +firm, and the two young people left the room together, +after Mrs. Randolph had kissed the girl, +and told her she must come again very soon.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XII</h2> + +<h3>A MOTOR RIDE AND A FOOTBALL GAME</h3> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">I think</span> your mother is perfectly lovely," +declared Marjorie, the moment the door of the +Randolph's apartment had closed behind them. +"Is she always so kind to strangers?"</p> + +<p>"Mother's a brick," said Beverly, heartily. +"She's kind to everybody, and always doing +things for people. She's a good sport, too. I +really believe, she is looking forward to the game +to-morrow almost as much as I am. It's because +she's so unselfish; she never stops to think of +herself so long as other people are having a good +time."</p> + +<p>"My aunt is like that," said Marjorie, with +shining eyes. "She is a great invalid, and suffers +very much most of the time, but she never +complains, and is always interested in everything +we do. Is your uncle a surgeon?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Beverly, rather surprised by the +abruptness of the question; "he is a very fine +surgeon, I believe. Why do you want to know?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> +Aren't you satisfied with the way your wrist is +bandaged?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, it isn't that," said Marjorie, blushing; +"it was only something I was thinking of that +made me ask the question. This is our apartment; +now I can take the bottle, and not bother +you any more. Oh, there's a letter in the box; +perhaps it's for me!" And forgetting everything +else in her eagerness for home news, Marjorie +sprang forward to possess herself of the +contents of the letter-box.</p> + +<p>"It is for me!" she cried joyfully, glancing +at the postmark. "It's from Undine; the first +one I've had from her."</p> + +<p>"Undine," repeated Beverly, his eyes beginning +to twinkle; "I had no idea you counted +water sprites among your acquaintances."</p> + +<p>"She isn't a water sprite," laughed Marjorie. +"She's just a girl like anybody else. We call her +Undine because nobody knows what her real +name is. It's a very strange story indeed. She +was found under some ruins in the streets of San +Francisco right after the earthquake, and we +think a stone or something must have fallen on +her head, for she was unconscious for a long +time, and now she can't remember anything that +happened before the earthquake, not even her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> +own name. She isn't crazy, or anything like +that, but she has simply forgotten everything. +Did you ever hear of a case like that before?"</p> + +<p>"I think I have read of such cases, but I imagine +they are rather rare. It is very interesting, +but if you don't mind, Miss Marjorie, please +don't mention it to my mother. Any mention of +the San Francisco earthquake is very painful to +her. My little sister was killed there."</p> + +<p>"No, indeed I won't," promised Marjorie, +"but how very sad about your sister. Would +you mind telling me how it happened? Don't +talk about it, though, if you would rather not."</p> + +<p>"I don't mind in the least," said Beverly, +"but it was such a frightful shock to my mother +that we don't like to have her dwell on it any +any more than can be helped. My sister Barbara +was in San Francisco with my aunt at the +time of the earthquake. She had been very ill +with scarlet fever in the winter, and the doctor +had ordered a change for her. My aunt was going +to California for a few weeks, and offered to +take Barbara with her. Mother couldn't leave +home, for she was taking care of my grandmother, +who was ill at the time, and I was away +at school. So it ended in my aunt and Barbara +going by themselves. My aunt intended<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> +taking a maid, but the one she had engaged disappointed +her at the last moment, and as all the +railroad accommodations had been secured, she +decided to start, and trust to finding a suitable +maid in San Francisco, which was to be their first +stopping place. They reached San Francisco, +and my aunt wrote my mother that she had engaged +a very satisfactory girl, and two days later +came the earthquake."</p> + +<p>Beverly paused abruptly, and Marjorie, her +face full of sympathy, laid a kind little hand on +his arm.</p> + +<p>"Don't tell me any more," she said, gently; +"it must have been very terrible."</p> + +<p>"It was," said Beverly, sadly. "Part of the +wall of the hotel where they were staying fell in, +and they were both instantly killed. We feared +for a time that my mother would never recover +from the shock."</p> + +<p>"And was the maid killed, too?" Marjorie +asked. She was longing to hear more, but did +not like to ask too many questions.</p> + +<p>"We never knew; you see, she was a stranger +to us. My uncle advertised in all the California +papers, in the hope of finding her, and perhaps +learn more particulars, but no answer ever came. +She was probably killed, poor thing."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Your mother spoke of her little girl this +afternoon," said Marjorie; "she said she would +have been just about my age."</p> + +<p>"Yes, she would have been fifteen this January. +It is rather odd, but when I saw you that +first morning in the park you somehow reminded +me of Babs. She was such a jolly little girl. +She was four years younger than I, but there +were only we two, and we were always chums."</p> + +<p>There was a look of such genuine sorrow on +the boy's face that impulsive Marjorie held out +her hand.</p> + +<p>"I'm so sorry," she said and that was all, but +Beverly understood, and he went back to his +mother's apartment with a very kindly feeling +for the little girl from Arizona.</p> + +<p>Once in her own room Marjorie speedily forgot +the Randolphs and their troubles in the delight +of a letter from home. Undine's handwriting +was rather immature for a girl of her +age, but the letter itself was most interesting and +satisfactory.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><div class='right'> +"November Fifteenth.<br /> +</div> + +"<span class="smcap">Dear Marjorie</span>: + +<p>"Your aunt thinks you would like to have a +letter from me, and although I can't see how you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> +can possibly care about hearing from such a +stupid person, I am very glad to write.</p> + +<p>"You have no idea how much I have missed +you. If your mother and aunt had not been so +very kind I don't think I could have borne it, but, +oh, Marjorie dear they are so good; I do hope I +can deserve just a little of all they are doing for +me. Your mother is making me a new dress—isn't +it sweet of her? She sent to Albuquerque +for the material; it is dark blue serge with a little +stripe in it, and just as pretty as it can be. I +take a sewing lesson every day from Miss Jessie, +but I know as well as can be that I shall never +learn to make things as you do.</p> + +<p>"Another thing that makes me very happy is +that your mother is giving me lessons, and letting +me recite to her every evening. Even if I +am stupid and can't remember my own name, I +don't want to grow up ignorant. We are reading +English history together, and it is very +strange, but I almost always know what is coming +next. Mrs. Graham says she feels sure I +must have learned the same things before.</p> + +<p>"A very strange thing happened to me one +day last week; I think I almost remembered. It +was the day your long letter to Miss Jessie came, +and she was reading it aloud to us when it happened.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> +It was just like the day I heard Jim singing +'Mandalay' for the first time. It seemed to +me just for one minute that I was going to remember +everything, and I was so excited I +screamed, and frightened Mrs. Graham and Miss +Jessie. Then in a flash it was all gone again, +and I was so unhappy I couldn't help crying. I +am afraid I gave them a good deal of trouble, +but they were so kind! Afterward Miss Jessie +talked to me for a long time, and made me +promise to try not to worry any more about not +remembering. She said some lovely comforting +things about my being helpful and trying to take +your place, and they made me very happy, although +I am afraid I didn't really deserve them.</p> + +<p>"I ride almost every afternoon, and I think +Roland is beginning to like me. I never forget +his sugar, and I am teaching him to put his nose +in my pocket for it. I think I must have taught +another horse that some time, it seemed so natural, +but I am not sure. I have promised your +aunt not to talk about the things I think I used +to do.</p> + +<p>"I had such a beautiful dream last night. I +thought some one came and told me I was very +rich, and I was so happy, because I would have +the money to pay a surgeon to come and see Miss<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> +Jessie. I was just planning out how I was to +do it when I woke up. I have thought a great +deal about what you told me that last evening, +but of course I have never mentioned it to any +one. I don't suppose you have had time to meet +a surgeon yet.</p> + +<p>"I must stop writing now, and study my history. +Everybody is well, and they all send heaps +of love and kisses. Your mother says 'don't +let Marjorie know how much we miss her,' but +I am sure you know that without any telling. I +don't want to be selfish, but I should just love a +letter all to myself some time. New York must +be a very interesting place, and your letters telling +about it all are wonderful.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">"With a heart full of love, I am</span><br /> +<span style="margin-right: 2em;">"Your true but nameless friend,</span><br /> +"<span class="smcap">Undine.</span>"<br /> +</div></div> + +<p>Marjorie spent a busy evening over her lessons, +and went to bed at nine o'clock instead of +writing the home letters she had intended.</p> + +<p>"They would be so sorry to know I was here +all by myself while the others were off having a +good time," she thought, resolutely crushing down +that troublesome little feeling of envy. "If I +wrote to-night I should have to mention it, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span> +if I wait till Sunday when Aunt Julia and Elsie +are back again, I won't have to say anything +about their having been away. I promised +Mother to let her know about all the things, but +some of them will keep till I get home and can +tell her myself."</p> + +<p>But in spite of the throbbing pain in her wrist, +and the disappointment in her heart, Marjorie +soon feel asleep, and did not wake until it was +broad daylight, and Hortense, with a note in her +hand, was standing by her bedside.</p> + +<p>"It is only seven," the maid said apologetically, +as Marjorie sat up in bed, and rubbed her +eyes. "I would not have called you so early, but +the hall boy has brought this note, and waits for +an answer."</p> + +<p>"What in the world can it be?" exclaimed +Marjorie in astonishment, as she tore open the +envelope, but at the first glance at the contents +her face brightened, and she uttered a joyful little +cry. This is what she read.</p> + +<div class="blockquot">"<span class="smcap">My Dear Marjorie</span>: + +<p>"I know you won't object to my calling you +Marjorie, because you say you like being a little +girl. I am writing to ask if you will go with us +to New Haven to-day. We are going in my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> +brother-in-law's car, and are to be ready to start +at nine o'clock. The friend we expected would +go with us has been prevented at the last moment, +which gives us an extra seat in the car +as well as a ticket for the game, and we +should be delighted to have you with us. I am +sure your aunt would not object, and I will explain +everything to her myself. I would have +written you last evening, but it was after ten +when we learned that the friend we had expected +would be unable to go. We have ordered breakfast +for eight o'clock, and would be glad to have +you take it with us. Be sure to wrap up well, +for it may be a cold ride, and we shall not get +back till late.</p> + +<p>"Hoping that you will be able to join us, I remain</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 2.5em;">"Sincerely your friend,</span><br /> +"<span class="smcap">Barbara Randolph.</span>"<br /> +</div></div> + +<p>Marjorie was out of bed almost before she had +finished the last line. Her eyes were dancing, +and her heart pounding with excitement.</p> + +<p>"Tell the boy to say I shall be delighted to +go," she cried. "There isn't time to write a +note; I shall have to hurry. Oh, Hortense, did +you ever hear of anything quite so splendid?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was a very radiant Marjorie who presented +herself at the Randolphs' apartment an hour +later, and Beverly and his mother felt fully repaid +for the kindly impulse which had prompted +the invitation. The breakfast that followed was +a very pleasant one, and Marjorie chatted away +to her new friends as if she had known them all +her life, and enjoyed herself more than she had +done at any time since coming to New York.</p> + +<p>"I really didn't know how disappointed I was +about not going till your mother's note came," +she said to Beverly, when breakfast was over, +and Mrs. Randolph had gone to put on her hat. +"I have always longed to see a football game. +My father was on the team at Harvard."</p> + +<p>"You seemed to take your disappointment +rather cheerfully," said Beverly with characteristic +bluntness.</p> + +<p>Marjorie blushed.</p> + +<p>"It was just one of the things that couldn't be +helped," she said simply. "My aunt says there +are some things every one has to make the best +of."</p> + +<p>"Your aunt must be a sensible woman," remarked +Mrs. Randolph, who had returned just in +time to hear Marjorie's last sentence. Thereupon +Marjorie launched forth into an account of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span> +Aunt Jessie's bravery and cheerfulness, in which +both her companions seemed interested.</p> + +<p>Marjorie was sure she would never forget the +delight of that motor ride to New Haven. It +was her first ride in an open touring car, and the +bright sunshine, the keen frosty air, and the swift +motion, all combined to render the trip a truly +enjoyable one. She sat in the tonneau, between +Mrs. Randolph and the doctor, and Beverly occupied +the front seat with the chauffeur.</p> + +<p>"It's the most heavenly motion I ever imagined," +murmured Marjorie, as they bowled +swiftly out of the park and along the grand boulevard. +"I always thought riding was the most +delightful thing in the world, but I believe motoring +is even better."</p> + +<p>The doctor laughed.</p> + +<p>"You must be an accomplished horsewoman," +he said. "Beverly tells me you have spent a +good part of your life on a ranch."</p> + +<p>"I rode my first pony before I was five, and +helped Father train a colt when I was nine," said +Marjorie. "I suppose that is one reason why +I love horses so much, and can't bear to see one +ill-treated."</p> + +<p>"I have no doubt of it, but if I were you I +think I would leave the punishment of cruel<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> +drivers in future to the Society for the Prevention +of Cruelty to Animals. By the way, how is +the wrist this morning?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's ever so much better," said Marjorie, +blushing at the memory of her escapade. "I +don't believe I have thought of it once since Mrs. +Randolph's note came. I have been so anxious +to see a real college football match. My father +was on the team at Harvard."</p> + +<p>"Indeed!" said the doctor, looking interested. +"I am a Harvard man myself, and there was a +Graham on the team in my time; a splendid chap—what +is your father's name?"</p> + +<p>"Donald, and he was in the class of 1890," +said Marjorie, eagerly. "Oh, I wonder if you +can really have known Father."</p> + +<p>"I certainly did. Ninety was my class, too, +and I remember Donald Graham very well, +though we have never met since the old college +days."</p> + +<p>"How perfectly delightful!" cried Marjorie, +with sparkling eyes. "Father will be so interested +when I write him about it."</p> + +<p>Dr. Randolph was really pleased to hear of his +old classmate, forgotten for nearly twenty years, +and he and Marjorie were soon in the midst of +an animated conversation; she telling of her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> +father's busy life on the Arizona cattle ranch, +and he relating college stories, and growing young +again himself in recalling those old merry +days.</p> + +<p>That was a wonderful ride, and Marjorie enjoyed +every moment. Dr. Randolph told her +the names of all the towns they passed through, +and Beverly and his mother were so kind and so +merry. It was noon when they reached New +Haven, where they found the streets crowded +with people and automobiles, and many of the +buildings decorated with flags and Yale colors.</p> + +<p>"Have all these people come to see the game?" +Marjorie asked breathlessly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and a good many more as well," Dr. +Randolph told her. "There is always a big +crowd for these games; the railroads run special +trains on purpose. We are going to have lunch +now, and then go out to Yale Field."</p> + +<p>"I wonder if we shall meet Aunt Julia and +Elsie," said Marjorie. "How surprised they +will be to see me if we do. Aunt Julia will be +pleased, I know, for she hated to leave me at +home."</p> + +<p>"We shall meet the Bells and their party at +any rate," said Beverly. "They came yesterday +by train, and are saving a table for us at the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> +restaurant. You know Lulu Bell, don't you, +Marjorie?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, she is in my class, and I like her ever so +much. I like Winifred Hamilton, too, and she +is to be with the Bells, I believe."</p> + +<p>At that moment they drew up before the hotel +where they were to lunch, and Mrs. Randolph +and Marjorie hurried away to the dressing-room +to remove wraps and motor veils, while the doctor +and his nephew went to order luncheon.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII</h2> + +<h3>MARJORIE SURPRISES HER RELATIVES</h3> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">I really</span> don't know when I've been so +pleased about anything!" exclaimed Lulu Bell, a +pretty, bright-faced girl of fourteen, as she and +her friends greeted Marjorie in the restaurant. +"We were all so glad when Beverly Randolph +told us you were here. Won't Elsie be surprised? +She hadn't the least idea you were coming. +Come here and sit between Winifred and me."</p> + +<p>"I don't believe any one can be much more +surprised than I am myself," said Marjorie, +laughing, as she took the proffered seat, and received +the kindly greeting of her other schoolmates. +"Wasn't it just heavenly of the Randolphs +to bring me with them?"</p> + +<p>"It was nice," Winifred Hamilton agreed +heartily. "This is my first football game, too, +and I'm almost too excited to eat. Did you ever +see such a crowd in your life?"</p> + +<p>"No, never," said Marjorie, with a glance +round the packed restaurant. "I wonder if they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span> +will really have lunch enough for all these people. +Do you suppose Aunt Julia and Elsie are here?"</p> + +<p>"No, I don't think so," said Winifred. "We +saw Elsie at the dance last night, and she said +they were going to lunch with some friends of +her cousin's. She will be at the game, of course, +and perhaps you may see her there."</p> + +<p>"I think it was real mean of Elsie to come +without you," chimed in Gertie Rossiter, who +was not noted for tact. "I should have hated to +go off for a good time and leave my cousin at +home alone."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Elsie couldn't help it," protested Marjorie; +"her cousin could only get two tickets."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense!" retorted Gertie indignantly. +"He could have gotten an extra one as well as +not if he had known in time; he told me so last +night. I know Percy Ward very well, and he's +an awfully nice boy. He felt dreadfully sorry +when he heard about your being left behind. He +said it was just like Elsie."</p> + +<p>"Isn't Mrs. Randolph pretty?" broke in Winifred, +anxious to change the subject before Gertie +made any more uncomfortable revelations. +"She looks awfully young to be that big boy's +mother."</p> + +<p>"She is perfectly lovely," declared Marjorie,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span> +and Lulu added, by way of keeping the conversation +in safe channels:</p> + +<p>"Papa knows her brother-in-law, Dr. Randolph, +very well, and he says she is the bravest +woman he has ever met. You've heard about +her little girl, haven't you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Marjorie, "it was very sad; I +don't see how poor Mrs. Randolph ever got over +it."</p> + +<p>"She didn't," said Lulu. "Dr. Randolph says +it nearly killed her, and even now she can't bear +to speak of it, but she doesn't think it right to +sadden her son's life, and so she is always bright +and cheerful. If I ever write a book I shall +make my heroine just that sort of person."</p> + +<p>At this moment Beverly, who had gone to +speak to some friends at another table, joined the +party, and the subject of his family was dropped. +The luncheon was a very merry one. They were +a large party, for besides Lulu's father and +mother and the three girls, there were a couple of +Yale students, friends of the Bells, and everybody +seemed in excellent spirits. Marjorie felt +a little shy at first, but soon thawed under the +genial atmosphere, and before the meal was over +she was chatting and laughing as merrily as any +of the others.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Isn't Marjorie a nice girl?" whispered Winifred +to Lulu, as they were leaving the restaurant. +"I'm so glad she got the chance to come, but I +do wonder what Elsie will say."</p> + +<p>It seemed to Marjorie that the next three hours +must be the most exciting period of her life. To +most girls a college football game is looked upon +as a rather important event, but to Marjorie, +fresh from her Arizona home, it was an experience +never to be forgotten. It was on the whole +a peaceful game, and there were no serious accidents +to mar the general enjoyment and as the +sun continued to shine, and the day was comfortably +warm, there were not even the usual discomforts +of weather to be endured. Marjorie +and her friends were about equally divided in their +championship; Lulu, Winifred and Gertie being +for Yale, while Beverly and Marjorie herself +favored Harvard, and joined in the cheers and +rejoicing when the "Crimson" at last carried off +the honors of the day, although Yale ran so close +behind that at one time fears had been entertained +that the game would be a tie.</p> + +<p>"Are you tired, Marjorie?" Beverly asked, as +they were making their way through the dense +throng to the waiting motor-car.</p> + +<p>"I don't know whether I am or not," said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> +Marjorie, laughing. "It has all been so wonderful, +and I don't feel as if I could quite realize +it yet. Oh, there they are!"</p> + +<p>"Who?" demanded Beverly, looking round +in surprise. "Oh, I see, your aunt and cousin—do +you want to speak to them?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, of course I do; they'll be so surprised. +Why, Elsie is staring at me as if she didn't know +me."</p> + +<p>To say that Mrs. Carleton and her daughter +were surprised would be but a mild way of expressing +their feelings. They were for the moment +literally speechless with astonishment. +Elsie was the first to recover her power of articulation.</p> + +<p>"Is it really and truly you, Marjorie?" she +demanded, regarding her smiling cousin with +round-eyed amazement.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it really and truly is," laughed Marjorie. +"I've been trying to find you all the afternoon, +but there was such a crowd. I knew you'd be +surprised."</p> + +<p>"Surprised!" echoed Elsie, looking from +Marjorie to her tall companion, "I was never +so surprised in my life. But how did it happen—who +brought you?"</p> + +<p>"Mr. Randolph and his mother," said Marjorie,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> +"wasn't it perfectly lovely of them?" +And she proceeded to give her aunt and cousin +an account of recent events.</p> + +<p>"I am sure it was extremely kind of Mrs. +Randolph," Mrs. Carleton said, when Marjorie +had finished her story. "I only hope this little +girl hasn't been a trouble to your mother, Mr. +Randolph."</p> + +<p>"Indeed she hasn't," declared Beverly, not +without some indignation in his tone. "We've +had a splendid time, haven't we, Marjorie?" +To which Marjorie, who felt suddenly as if a +pail of ice water had been dashed over her, +answered rather meekly:—</p> + +<p>"It was beautiful. I never had such a good +time in my life."</p> + +<p>"I am afraid that we must hurry along, Mrs. +Carleton," said Beverly. "My mother and uncle +have gone ahead, and will be waiting for us at +the entrance. Don't worry about Marjorie; we'll +take good care of her, and bring her home safely. +We may be a little late, as my uncle doesn't like +to run his car fast after dark."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I shall not worry," said Mrs. Carleton, +with her sweetest smile. "I know Marjorie is +in excellent hands, and between ourselves, I +think she is a very fortunate little girl."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span></p> + +<p>Marjorie was rather silent during the long +ride back to New York that evening. Mrs. Randolph +and the doctor thought she was tired after +all the excitement of the day, and kindly left +her alone, but Beverly was of a different opinion, +and his feelings towards Marjorie's aunt and +cousin were not of the kindest.</p> + +<p>"I suppose your aunt was very much surprised +to see you," Mrs. Randolph said kindly, +merely for the sake of conversation.</p> + +<p>"Very much indeed," said Marjorie, in a tone +that was not altogether steady. "Oh, Mrs. Randolph, +I do hope I haven't been a trouble to you."</p> + +<p>"A trouble! My dear child, what nonsense. +It has been perfectly delightful to have you with +us, and you have added greatly to our pleasure. +I hope we may have many more little trips together +before the winter is over. You know I +am very fond of little girls."</p> + +<p>Marjorie was much relieved, but her heart was +not as light as it had been all day.</p> + +<p>"Be sure to remember me to your father +when you write," were Dr. Randolph's parting +words to Marjorie, as they drew up before the +big hotel at ten o'clock that night. "Tell him +he mustn't forget to look me up when he comes +to New York."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Indeed I will," promised Marjorie; "he will +be so interested. I don't suppose—" with sudden +eagerness—"that you ever go to Arizona?"</p> + +<p>"I have never been there as yet, but nobody +knows what may happen. If I ever go to Arizona, +though, I shall certainly call on my old +college friend, Donald Graham."</p> + +<p>"Isn't your uncle a dear?" remarked Marjorie +to Beverly, as her friend was taking her +upstairs to the Carletons' apartment.</p> + +<p>"He's a brick," was the young man's hearty +rejoinder. "I'm glad you like him, for I know +he likes you. He doesn't take to everybody, but +he's been awfully good to Mother and me, and +he was very fond of my little sister. Here's +your door, so I'll say good-night. Hasn't it +been a jolly day?"</p> + +<p>"It has been one of the loveliest days I've ever +had," said Marjorie earnestly. "I'm sorry Aunt +Julia thought I might have been troublesome, but +your mother said I wasn't."</p> + +<p>"Troublesome! I should say not. Don't +bother about what your aunt says; she doesn't +know anything about it, and it's all nonsense, you +know."</p> + +<p>Elsie had already gone to bed, and Mr. Carleton +had telegraphed that he was taking the midnight<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> +train from Washington, and would not +reach home till the following morning. But +Aunt Julia was still up and dressed, and awaiting +her niece's return.</p> + +<p>"My dear child, how late you are," was the +rather reproachful greeting. "Do you know it +is nearly half-past ten? Elsie went to bed more +than an hour ago; she was quite worn out, poor +child, as indeed I am myself, but I couldn't make +up my mind to undress until I knew you were +safely at home. I am horribly afraid of those +automobiles."</p> + +<p>"I'm so sorry you worried about me, Aunt +Julia," said Marjorie, regretfully. "I think we +were quite safe, though; Dr. Randolph's chauffeur +seems very careful, and they don't like going +fast. I wasn't a bit frightened."</p> + +<p>"No, I don't suppose you were; children seldom +realize danger. Sit down, Marjorie; I want +to have a little talk with you before you go to +your room."</p> + +<p>Marjorie complied, drawing a chair close to +the fire, and stretching her cold hands out to the +welcome blaze. She was longing to tell all about +the day's pleasures, and was glad of the prospect +of a little chat with Aunt Julia before going to +bed.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Now my dear," began Mrs. Carleton, speaking +fast and rather nervously, "I don't want you +to let what I am going to say make you unhappy. +I am not in the least displeased with you, because +I am sure you had no intention of doing anything +wrong; I have told Elsie so. But, Marjorie +dear, it is not quite the proper thing for a +girl of your age to accept invitations from +strangers without first consulting the people under +whose care she has been placed."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Aunt Julia," cried Marjorie, clasping +her hands in dismay, while all the brightness died +suddenly out of her face, "I am so sorry! I +had no idea you would object to my going with +the Randolphs; I thought you would be pleased +because you were so sorry about leaving me at +home. Mrs. Randolph said she was sure you +wouldn't mind."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Carleton moved uneasily in her chair, and +her eyes did not meet Marjorie's honest, astonished +gaze.</p> + +<p>"I am sure it was very kind of Mrs. Randolph +to think of giving you so much pleasure," she +said. "I am not displeased with you either, +Marjorie; I am only warning you not to make +such a mistake another time. The Randolphs +are merely slight acquaintances of ours, and one<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span> +doesn't like being under obligations to strangers, +you know. Elsie feels this quite as strongly as +I do."</p> + +<p>"Elsie," repeated Marjorie, with a start, "why +does she care? Didn't she want me to go to the +game?"</p> + +<p>"Nonsense, dear; of course Elsie wanted you +to go. She would have been delighted if only +the circumstances had been a little different. +Don't look so distressed, Marjorie; there is really +nothing tragic in the situation. You have done +nothing wrong, and I am glad you have had such +a pleasant day, but don't accept another invitation +without consulting either your uncle or me. +Now kiss me good-night; I am tired to death and +simply cannot sit up another minute."</p> + +<p>Marjorie cried herself to sleep that night for +the first time in weeks. In spite of the memories +of her happy day, she was more homesick than +she had been at any time since coming to New +York. She was so anxious to do right; to please +her uncle and aunt in every way, and show them +how grateful she was for all they were doing +for her. And now, without having the slightest +idea of having done anything wrong, she had +annoyed Aunt Julia. She was thankful Hortense +had not mentioned the episode of the cruel driver,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span> +and that her wrist no longer required a bandage. +What would her aunt say if she knew of this +delinquency as well as the other? But Marjorie +was a very honest, truthful girl, and she decided +to make a clean breast of everything to Uncle +Henry when he came home. There was only one +thing she could not understand, and that was why +Elsie should have objected to her going to New +Haven with the Randolphs.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2> + +<h3>THE POETRY CLUB</h3> + + +<p><span class="smcap">There</span> was a marked coolness in Elsie's manner +to her cousin the next morning, which Marjorie +found decidedly uncomfortable as well as +perplexing, but even Elsie was not proof against +the weakness of curiosity, and after a few veiled +hints, which Marjorie quite failed to understand, +she finally softened, and demanded a full account +of yesterday's doings, which her cousin was only +too glad to give.</p> + +<p>"Tell me about Lulu Bell," said Elsie, when +Marjorie had reached the part of her story where +they had arrived at New Haven, and gone to +lunch at the hotel restaurant. "Did Beverly +Randolph pay her a lot of attention?"</p> + +<p>"Why, no, I don't think so," said Marjorie, +innocently, "at least not any more than he paid +to any of us. He was very polite to everybody, +and I think he's the nicest boy I've ever met."</p> + +<p>"Probably that is because you have never met<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> +many people except Mexicans and Indians," remarked +Elsie sarcastically.</p> + +<p>Marjorie, who had a quick temper of her own, +flushed angrily, and was just going to say something +sharp when Mrs. Carleton called them to +get ready for church. Sunday was always a +homesick day with Marjorie; there was not so +much to do as on week-days, and she generally +wrote a long home letter in the afternoon. Mr. +Carleton had returned in time for breakfast, but +it was not until after luncheon that Marjorie +succeeded in getting him to herself. Then he +proposed taking a walk, and asked the girls to +accompany him. Elsie protested that she was too +tired after the exertions of yesterday, but Marjorie +gladly accepted her uncle's invitation, and +it was during that walk that she told her little +story, concealing nothing not even the battle +royal with the brutal driver. Mr. Carleton could +not help smiling over his niece's account of that +affair, although he grew grave again in a moment, +and told Marjorie she must never interfere +in such a case. But he saw nothing wrong in +her having accepted Mrs. Randolph's invitation.</p> + +<p>"I daresay your aunt is right in wishing you +to consult her before accepting invitations as a +rule," he said, "but in this case I really don't see<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> +how you could have acted differently. The Randolphs +are charming people, and it was very kind +of them to offer to take you with them. It +would have been scarcely courteous to refuse."</p> + +<p>Marjorie returned from her walk with a much +lighter heart, and in writing a long and detailed +account of the game to her father, she quite +forgot to worry over Elsie's sulks, or Aunt Julia's +warnings.</p> + +<p>When the two girls arrived the next morning +at the building where Miss Lothrop held her +daily classes, they found several of their classmates +gathered in an eager group, all talking +fast and earnestly.</p> + +<p>"The most interesting thing is going to happen," +announced Gertie Rossiter, pouncing upon +the two new arrivals. "Lulu is getting up a +club, and she wants us all to join."</p> + +<p>"What sort of a club?" inquired Elsie, doubtfully.</p> + +<p>"Oh, an awfully nice one. It's to meet at our +different houses on Friday evenings, and we are +to sew for the poor for the first hour, and dance +and play games the rest of the evening."</p> + +<p>"I don't believe I should care to join," said +Elsie, indifferently, as she took off her hat, and +smoothed out her crimps; "I hate sewing."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span></p> + +<p>"So do I, but the sewing is only for the first +hour, and the rest will be such fun. The boys +will be invited to come at nine and stay till half-past +ten."</p> + +<p>"Boys!" repeated Elsie her face brightening; +"are there to be boys in the club, too?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, but of course they can't sew, so Lulu +is going to put them on the amusement committee. +My brother Rob is going to be asked, and +Bessie's two cousins, and any others we can think +of. You'll be sorry if you don't join, Elsie; it's +going to be splendid."</p> + +<p>"I never said I wasn't going to join," said +Elsie loftily, and sauntering over to the window +where Lulu Bell and several other girls were still +in earnest conversation, she inquired with an air +of would-be indifference:</p> + +<p>"What's all this about a club somebody is +getting up?"</p> + +<p>"It's Lulu," said Winifred Hamilton, proudly; +"she thought of it yesterday and we all think +it's such a good idea."</p> + +<p>"The first meeting is to be held at my house +next Friday evening," Lulu explained, "and +every member has got to read an original +poem."</p> + +<p>"What for?" demanded Elsie, beginning to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span> +look rather blank. "I don't see what poems +have to do with a sewing club."</p> + +<p>"Oh, we all have to be initiated," said Lulu, +"the way college boys are, you know, and the +way we are going to initiate is to make everybody +write a poem. It needn't be more than +eight lines, and it doesn't matter what it's about, +so long as it's poetry. It will be such fun reading +the poems and deciding which is the best. +The one who writes the best poem is to be president +of the club. It will be decided by vote."</p> + +<p>"I think the club sounds very interesting," said +Elsie, with a little air of condescension, "but if +I were you I would give up the initiation; it's so +silly."</p> + +<p>"Oh, the initiation is half the fun!" cried +Lulu and Bessie both together, and Lulu, who +was not very fond of Elsie, added with decision:</p> + +<p>"Any one who isn't willing to take the trouble +to write a poem can't join the club."</p> + +<p>"I am sure I have no objection to writing +a poem," said Elsie, shrugging her shoulders. +"It's perfectly simple; I could write one every +week if I chose, but it's so foolish."</p> + +<p>Bessie and Gertie looked at each other, and +Gertie formed the word "brag" with her lips, +but did not say it aloud. Marjorie saw the look<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> +that passed between the two girls, and her cheeks +grew suddenly hot.</p> + +<p>Elsie was certainly very clever, but she could +not help feeling that it would be better taste on +her cousin's part not to talk about it.</p> + +<p>"I wish I found it easy to write a poem," said +Winifred, mournfully. "I never made a rhyme +in my life, but Lulu says I've got to try. She +made me write a story once when we were little +girls, and it was the most awful nonsense you +ever heard. Have you ever written a poem, Marjorie?"</p> + +<p>"Only a few silly doggerels. One of my +aunt's favorite games is capping verses, and we +used sometimes to play it on winter evenings."</p> + +<p>Just then more girls arrived, and in a few +moments Miss Lothrop rang her bell, and school +began.</p> + +<p>"Well, Marjorie, what do you think of the +idea of the club?" Elsie inquired of her cousin, +as the two were walking home from school together +that day.</p> + +<p>"I think it will be splendid," declared Marjorie, +heartily. "Lulu must be a clever girl to +have thought of such a plan, especially of the +initiation. I am sure the poems will be great +fun."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span></p> + +<p>"They won't amount to anything," said Elsie, +with her superior smile. "Nobody will write a +decent poem, and I do hate poetry that isn't +really good. Papa would never allow me to +learn anything but the classics."</p> + +<p>"Lulu says we mustn't read our poems to any +one until the night of the initiation," said Marjorie. +"I know yours will be splendid, Elsie; +you are so clever."</p> + +<p>Elsie smiled, well pleased by the compliment, +and added rather irrelevantly:</p> + +<p>"I asked Lulu why she didn't invite Beverly +Randolph to join the club. He hasn't many +friends in New York and might enjoy it. She +says he is older than any of the other boys, but +she would be glad to have him if he cares to join, +so I am to ask him and let her know to-morrow. +The boys are not to be initiated, because they are +only the amusement committee, but they are all +to come to the first meeting, and vote on the +poems."</p> + +<p>Nothing more was said on the subject just +then, but Elsie was careful to deliver the message +to Beverly that evening, and the invitation was +readily accepted.</p> + +<p>"The girl who writes the best poem is to be +president, you know," Elsie explained, with her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> +sweetest smile. "You must be sure to come to +the first meeting and vote for the one you like +best."</p> + +<p>"I am afraid I'm not very well up on poetry," +said Beverly, laughing. "It's a lucky thing the +boys aren't expected to write poems as well as +the girls; I am sure I should disgrace myself +hopelessly if I were to attempt anything original."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, you wouldn't," Elsie protested. +"You have no idea how easy it really is. Of +course some of the poems will be dreadfully +silly, but you don't have to vote for them."</p> + +<p>It was Thanksgiving week, so school closed +on Wednesday, not to open again till the following +Monday. Elsie had several invitations for +the holidays, but Marjorie, whose New York +acquaintances were still limited to the girls at +Miss Lothrop's, had only the first meeting of +the Club on Friday evening to which to look forward. +She wrote her poem on Wednesday evening, +while Elsie was at a theater party, and although +far from satisfied with it, decided that +it would have to do, as she had several hard lessons +to prepare for Monday, and there was no +more time for writing poetry.</p> + +<p>"Of course it won't be nearly as good as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> +Elsie's," she told herself cheerfully. "She is +sure to be voted president."</p> + +<p>She had asked her cousin that evening if she +had written her poem, and Elsie had replied carelessly +that there was plenty of time, and she +would probably do it to-morrow.</p> + +<p>"It really isn't worth bothering about," she +had added, with some scorn; "it won't take me +half an hour."</p> + +<p>The next day was Thanksgiving, and the +Carletons and their niece were invited to a family +dinner at Mrs. Lamont's. Elsie spent a long +time in her room that afternoon, and came out +looking rather cross. Marjorie, going into her +cousin's room for something later in the day, +noticed that the waste-paper basket was full of +torn papers.</p> + +<p>"I wonder if she can be having trouble with +her poem," Marjorie thought innocently, but when +she questioned Elsie on the subject, that young +lady colored angrily, and replied that of course +she wasn't, and she did wish people would stop +talking about that silly Club; she was sick of the +subject and had a great mind not to join at all.</p> + +<p>The dinner at the Lamonts was very pleasant, +and Marjorie could not help being conscious of +the fact that she looked unusually well in her new<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span> +dress. Every one was kind to the little Western +girl, and she liked Mrs. Lamont and her daughter +better than ever. The Ward family were also +of the party, and Marjorie was introduced to +the Yale boy, Percy, whom she found most +agreeable, though not, as she wrote her mother +afterward, quite so nice as Beverly Randolph.</p> + +<p>"Why didn't you tell me what a jolly girl +Marjorie Graham was?" Percy demanded of +Elsie, when the cousins were alone together for +a moment after dinner.</p> + +<p>Elsie flushed.</p> + +<p>"I didn't know you'd like her," she said, +evasively. "She's dreadfully young for her age, +and not a bit like the New York girls."</p> + +<p>"Well, she's all right anyway," maintained +Percy. "I only wish I'd known about her in +time to get another ticket for the game last Saturday. +But she went with some other friends, +didn't she?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, she went," said Elsie, with a rather +sarcastic smile. "She got some people at the +hotel to take her in their car. You needn't +worry about Marjorie; she knows how to take +care of herself."</p> + +<p>Elsie spent another hour in her room on Friday +morning, and was so cross and disagreeable<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> +at luncheon, that Marjorie wondered more and +more what the matter could possibly be. But in +the afternoon Elsie cheered up, and her cousin +came to the conclusion that whatever the trouble +had been, it was evidently over.</p> + +<p>The meeting was to begin at eight o'clock, so +immediately after an early dinner, the two girls, +accompanied as usual by Hortense, started in the +carriage for Lulu's home, which was on Madison +Avenue, only a few blocks away.</p> + +<p>Lulu was a charming little hostess, and gave +her friends a cordial greeting, explaining that her +mother and aunt would come down later, but it +had been a stipulation with some of the Club +members that nobody grown up was to hear the +poems or take part in the initiation. Several of +Miss Lothrop's girls had already arrived, and +there were also present a few more young people, +particular friends of Lulu's, who had been +invited to join the Club.</p> + +<p>"I want you to meet my friend, Betty Randall," +Lulu said to Marjorie, as Elsie turned away +to speak to other friends. "She's English, and +just as nice as can be. She and her mother and +brother are visiting us. She can't be a member, +because they are all going back to England next +week, but she and Jack are the special guests<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> +of the evening, and they are both to be allowed +to vote on the poems."</p> + +<p>Betty Randall was a quiet, sweet-faced girl of +fifteen, and Marjorie liked her at once.</p> + +<p>"Have you been in this country long?" she +asked, when Lulu had left them together, and +gone to greet other arriving guests. She could +not help feeling a good deal interested in meeting +"a real English girl."</p> + +<p>"Only since September," Betty answered, +"but we used to live in New York. My mother +is English, but she and my father came to this +country when they were married, and my brother +and I were both born in New York. We lived +here until four years ago, when my uncle took +us back to England to live with him."</p> + +<p>"I should think it would be wonderfully interesting +to live in England," said Marjorie. "I +suppose of course you have been in London, and +seen the Tower and Westminster Abbey?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes," said Betty, smiling. "One of my +uncle's places is quite near London, and we often +motor into town. I like America, though; it +always seems more like home. Do you know the +names of all these girls?"</p> + +<p>"I know most of them; we go to the same +school, but I haven't been in New York nearly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> +as long as you have. My home is in Arizona, +and I have only come here to spend the winter, +and go to school with my cousin."</p> + +<p>Betty looked a little disappointed.</p> + +<p>"Then I suppose you can't tell me something +I want to know very much," she said. "Lulu +told me Dr. Randolph's nephew was to be here, +and I do want to see him."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I can point him out to you," said Marjorie. +"He lives at the Plaza, where my uncle +has an apartment, and Elsie and I know him very +well. There he is, that tall boy, who has just +come in. Isn't he handsome?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, very," agreed Betty, regarding the new +arrival with considerable interest. "I never met +him, but his uncle was such a good friend to us +once."</p> + +<p>"I know Dr. Randolph, too," said Marjorie; +"he took us to New Haven in his car to see the +game last Saturday. He is very kind."</p> + +<p>"Kind!" repeated Betty, with shining eyes; +"he is more than kind, he is wonderful. He +cured my brother, and made him walk, when he +had been a cripple all his life."</p> + +<p>Marjorie gave a little gasp, and some of the +color went out of her face.</p> + +<p>"Tell me about it," she said, clasping her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> +hands, and regarding her new acquaintance with +such an eager expression in her eyes, that Betty +was quite startled.</p> + +<p>"It was before we went back to England," she +said. "We were living here in New York, and +Winifred Hamilton and her father and mother +had an apartment in the same house. My +mother was taken very ill, and Winifred went +for Lulu Bell's father, whom you know is a +doctor. He was very good to us, and while attending +mother he became very much interested +in my brother, who was nine years old then, and +had never walked a step since he was born. He +brought Dr. Randolph to see Jack, and he felt +sure something could be done for him, and persuaded +Mother to let him be taken to a hospital. +Mother consented, and Dr. Randolph performed +a wonderful operation."</p> + +<p>"And does your brother walk now?" Marjorie +asked almost breathlessly.</p> + +<p>"There he is," said Betty, smiling, and pointing +to a tall boy of thirteen, who was standing +near the door, talking to Winifred Hamilton. +"You would never believe that he was a helpless +cripple only four years ago, would you?" +she added proudly.</p> + +<p>"No, indeed," said Marjorie; "it seems very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> +wonderful. Do you suppose Dr. Randolph often +performs such operations?"</p> + +<p>"I think so. Dr. Bell says he is one of the +finest surgeons in the country. Why are you so +much interested? Do you know some one who +is a cripple, too?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Marjorie, with a sigh. "It's my +aunt; she had a terrible accident eight years ago, +and has never walked since. But she is away in +Arizona; we could never ask Dr. Randolph to +go all that distance to see her."</p> + +<p>"No, I suppose not," Betty admitted regretfully, +"but couldn't your aunt be brought here +to him? I know people come from all parts of +the country to consult him. There was a little +girl at the hospital when Jack was there, who +had been brought all the way from Texas."</p> + +<p>Marjorie thought of the long three-days journey, +and of her father's desperate struggle to +make both ends meet, but before she could +answer, Lulu, as mistress of ceremonies—rapped +sharply on the table, and the Club was +called to order.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XV</h2> + +<h3>ELSIE TRIUMPHS</h3> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Ladies</span> and gentlemen," began Lulu, speaking +in the tone she had heard her mother use +when conducting a meeting of a charitable board +of which she was president, "I think every one +is now here, and I must request you all please +to keep quiet during the reading of the poems. +After the reading, votes will be taken as to the +best poem, and the girl who gets the most votes +will be elected president of this Club. The boys +are particularly requested not to laugh at any +of the poems. The first to be read is by Miss +Winifred Hamilton, and is called 'Ria and the +Bear.' Miss Hamilton wishes me to explain that +she has never heard the name Ria, but chose it +because it was the only word she could think of +that rhymed with fear."</p> + +<p>There was a general titter from the audience, +followed by a burst of applause, as Winifred, +very red, and looking as if she were being led to +execution, rose and announced:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It's perfectly awful, but it's the first poem +I ever wrote in my life, and I want to say that +I sha'n't be in the least offended if everybody +laughs." Then, unfolding a small sheet of paper, +she began to read very fast.</p> + +<div class='center'><br />"<span class="smcap">Ria And The Bear.</span><br /></div> +<div class='poem'> + +<br /> +"The sky was of the darkest hue,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The grass beneath was wet with dew,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And through the trees the wind did howl,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Causing the hungry bears to growl.</span><br /> +<br /> +"All were protected from the storm,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">All but one wee, shivering form,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">She stood beneath an old elm tree,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The boughs of which from leaves were free.</span><br /> +<br /> +"A big bear darted through the wood,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">His instinct told him where she stood.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Soon the monster came close to Ria,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But the child showed no sign of fear.</span><br /> +<br /> +"As the big bear drew very close,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">She gave a pat to his cold nose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">At this touch the bear did cease to growl,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And for response a joyful howl.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Then these two friends lay down together,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Quite heedless of the raging weather,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Upon the hard and frozen ground,</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The two friends slept, both very sound.</span><br /> +<br /> +"But one of the two never awoke;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Long, long after the wind storm broke,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">She was discovered lying there,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Where she had died beside the bear."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Bravo! Winifred, that's fine!" shouted Jack +Randall, and then followed a shout of laughter, +in which everybody joined, Winifred herself as +heartily as any of the others.</p> + +<p>"I told you it was awful," she said between +gasps, "but Lulu said no one could be a member +who didn't write a poem, so I had to do my +best."</p> + +<p>"I should die of mortification if I were +laughed at like that," whispered Elsie to Carol, +who sat next to her. To which her friend replied +sympathetically:</p> + +<p>"Of course you would, but then everybody +isn't a genius like you."</p> + +<p>"The next poem," announced Lulu, when order +had been restored, "is by Miss Marjorie +Graham of Arizona. Get up, Marjorie."</p> + +<p>Marjorie's heart was beating rather fast as +she rose, but there was a merry twinkle in her +eye, and if her voice shook a little when she began +to read, it was more from suppressed laughter +than from fear.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span></p> + + + +<div class='center'>"<span class="smcap">The Boring Life of New York.</span><br /></div> + +<div class='poem'><br /> +"Some think it delightful to live in New York,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But with them I do not agree;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">'Tis nothing but hustle and bustle and talk,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">All very distasteful to me.</span><br /> +<br /> +"I love all the pleasures the country can give,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The beautiful flowers and the birds;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The city produces not one of these things,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Only traffic and crowds by the herds.</span><br /> +<br /> +"The city is good as a workshop for men,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who in parks idle moments may pass,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But the pleasure for children e'en there is quite spoiled,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When a sign bids them 'Keep off the <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'Glass'">Grass</ins>.'"</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>A burst of genuine applause followed this production, +and Marjorie sat down again quite covered +with confusion.</p> + +<p>"It's splendid; I couldn't have written anything +half so good," whispered Betty encouragingly. +"I am rather glad I am not to be a member +of the Club, for I know I could never have +written two lines that rhymed."</p> + +<p>"The next poem," continued Lulu, in her business-like +tone, "is by Miss Gertrude Rossiter," +and Gertie, looking very much embarrassed, rose, +and began:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span></p> + + + +<div class='center'>"<span class="smcap">The Storm at Sea.</span><br /></div> +<div class='poem'><br /> +"The waves did beat on a rocky shore;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The noise resounded more and more;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">A little craft was tossed on the sea,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And all knew that saved she might not be.</span><br /> +<br /> +"The crew were gathered on the deck,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Awaiting the crash of the awful wreck;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Many hearts stopped beating as the time drew near</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">To bid good-bye to their children dear.</span><br /> +<br /> +"The babies and children all did shriek,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And now their voices grew very weak.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The staunch big men grew white with fear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">At the thought of death that was so near.</span><br /> +<br /> +"But all at once the winds did cease,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The waves stopped tossing, and there was peace,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The children stopped crying; with joy they all laughed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And gladness prevailed on that safe little craft."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>There was more applause, mingled with laughter, +and Elsie whispered to Carol, quite loud +enough to be heard by several others:</p> + +<p>"Did you ever hear anything so silly? Even +the meter is wrong; there are too many words +in some lines, and not enough in others."</p> + +<p>"Read yours next, Lulu," said Winifred, before<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span> +her friend could make another announcement. +"Lulu writes beautiful poetry," she +added in a lower tone to Jack Randall; "I'm +crazy to know what she's written this time."</p> + +<p>Lulu protested that as hostess her turn should +come last, but several other girls joined their entreaties +to Winifred's, and she was forced to +yield. Blushing and smiling, she took a sheet +of paper from her pocket, and began to read:</p> + +<div class='center'> +"<span class="smcap">The Fire.</span><br /></div> +<div class='poem'><br /> +"The forest trees were waving in the wind;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The sun was slowly sinking o'er the hill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The clouds in purple, gold and blue outlined,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Were mirrored in the still pond by the mill.</span><br /> +<br /> +"The birds were twittering their last good-night;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The dainty flow'rets closing up their eyes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">When all at once a fearful lurid light</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Shone in the many-colored sunset skies.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Quickly that awe-inspiring fire spread,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And many a tall and stately tree there fell.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The timid animals and birds all fled,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And naught but charred remains were left the tale to tell.</span><br /> +<br /> +"At morn when in his glory rose the sun,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Over the blackened, devastated hill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The scene that there the traveler looked upon</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Seemed to his inmost heart to send a chill."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Isn't she wonderful?" whispered Winifred +excitedly to Jack. "I told you hers would be +the best."</p> + +<p>"It's very pretty," Jack admitted, "but I +think I like the one about Ria and the Bear the +best of all."</p> + +<p>"The next poem," announced Lulu, when the +applause had subsided, "is by Miss Elsie Carleton."</p> + +<p>There was a little flutter of excitement as +Elsie rose—as the brightest girl in the school, a +good deal was expected of her. Some of the +girls noticed with surprise, that Elsie had grown +rather pale, but her voice was as calm and superior +as ever, when she unfolded her paper, and +began:</p> + +<div class='center'> +"GOD KNOWS.<br /> +</div> +<div class='poem'><br /> +"Oh, wild and dark was the winter's night<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When the emigrant ship went down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But just outside the harbor bar,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the sight of the startled town.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And the wind howled, and the sea roared,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And never a soul could sleep,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Save the little ones on their mothers' breasts,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Too young to watch and weep.</span><br /> +<br /> +"No boat could live in that angry surf,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No rope could reach the land—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">There were bold, brave hearts upon the shore;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There was many a helping hand;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Men who strove, and women who prayed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Till work and prayer were vain;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And the sun rose over that awful void,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And the silence of the main.</span><br /> +<br /> +"All day the watchers paced the sand;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">All day they scanned the deep;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">All night the booming minute guns</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Echoed from steep to steep.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">'Give up thy dead, oh cruel sea!'</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They cried athwart the space,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But only a baby's fragile form</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Escaped from its stern embrace.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Only one little child of all,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who with the ship went down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">That night while the happy babies slept</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">All warm in the sheltered town.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">There in the glow of the morning light</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It lay on the shifting sand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Pure as a sculptor's marble dream,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With a shell in its dimpled hand.</span><br /> +<br /> +"There were none to tell of its race or kin—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'God knows,' the pastor said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">When the sobbing children crowded to ask</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The name of the baby dead.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And so when they laid it away at last,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In the churchyard's hushed repose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">They raised a slab at the baby's head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With the carven words 'God knows.'"</span><br /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span></p> + +<p>There was a general murmur of admiration, as +Elsie sat down again, in the midst of a burst of +applause louder than had greeted any of the other +productions.</p> + +<p>"Wasn't it lovely?" whispered Winifred to +Jack, as she wiped her eyes. "I do love those +sad pieces, don't you?"</p> + +<p>"They're all right," said Jack, a little doubtfully, +"but don't you like the funny ones that +make you laugh, better? Ria and the Bear was +so funny."</p> + +<p>"That poem is really beautiful," declared +Betty Randall, turning to Marjorie, and speaking +in a tone of hearty admiration. "She must +be an awfully clever girl to have written it; it's +quite good enough to be published."</p> + +<p>But Marjorie did not answer. She had given +one violent start when Elsie began the first line +of her poem, and at the same moment she had +caught the expression on Beverly Randolph's +face. After that she had sat quite still, with +crimson cheeks, and a heart that was beating so +loudly she was almost afraid people must hear +it. In her mind was a mild confusion of feelings; +astonishment, mortification, and incredulity, +and, worst of all, the knowledge that at least one<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> +other person in the room besides herself knew. +When the burst of applause came she was conscious +of a momentary sensation of relief. At +least no one was going to speak yet. She cast +an imploring glance at Beverly, but his face expressed +nothing beyond amusement and a sort of +indifferent contempt.</p> + +<p>There were more poems read; some funny, +some sentimental; but Marjorie scarcely heard +them. In her thoughts there was room but for +one thing. Even the wonderful story Betty +had told about her brother and Dr. Randolph +was swept away in the shock of the discovery +she had made. Several times she glanced at +Elsie, fully expecting to see some expression of +shame or remorse but that young lady was looking +the picture of smiling content.</p> + +<p>When the poems had all been read, there was +a general move, and pencils and bits of paper +were handed around.</p> + +<p>"One of the boys will pass round a hat," Lulu +explained, "and you must all drop your votes +into it." Then, with a sudden generous impulse, +she went up to Elsie and held out her hand.</p> + +<p>"Yours was ever so much the best, Elsie," +she said, frankly; "you certainly deserve to be +president."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span></p> + +<p>Elsie just touched the outstretched hand with +the tips of her fingers, and for one moment her +eyes dropped and her color deepened.</p> + +<p>There was a moment of dead silence while the +names were being written, then Gertie Rossiter's +brother passed round the hat, and each girl and +boy dropped a bit of paper into it.</p> + +<p>"I shall vote for Elsie Carleton, sha'n't you?" +whispered Betty to Marjorie, but Marjorie shook +her head.</p> + +<p>"I am going to vote for Lulu Bell," she said +shortly.</p> + +<p>It was an exciting moment when Beverly Randolph +and Rob Rossiter—the two oldest boys +present—counted the votes and announced the +results: "Elsie Carleton, thirteen. Lulu Bell, +nine. Marjorie Graham, five. Gertie Rossiter, +three, and Winifred Hamilton, one."</p> + +<p>The presidency of the Club was unanimously +accorded to Elsie.</p> + +<p>Then came an hour of games and dancing, followed +at half-past nine, by light refreshments. +But although Marjorie entered into the gayety +with the rest, her heart was very heavy, and she +did not join in the congratulations which were +being showered upon the new president, in which +even Lulu's mother and aunt, who had come<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span> +downstairs as soon as the initiation was over, +joined heartily. Beverly Randolph was a general +favorite, and devoted himself in turn to almost +every girl in the room, but he, too, held +aloof from the new president. He and Marjorie +had no opportunity for private conversation till +the refreshments were being served, when he +approached her corner, with a plate of ice-cream.</p> + +<p>"Your 'Boring Life of New York' was fine," +he remarked, pleasantly, taking the vacant chair +by her side. "I quite agree with your sentiment. +I voted for you."</p> + +<p>"You are very kind," said Marjorie, blushing, +"but it wasn't nearly as good as several of the +others. Lulu's was splendid. You—you +didn't like Elsie's?"</p> + +<p>"No, I didn't," said Beverly bluntly, "and +you didn't, either."</p> + +<p>Marjorie's cheeks were crimson, but she made +one desperate effort to save her cousin.</p> + +<p>"It was a beautiful little poem," she faltered, +"only—only I thought—but perhaps I was +mistaken—I'm sure Elsie wouldn't have done +such a thing; it must have been a mistake."</p> + +<p>Beverly said nothing, but he did not look convinced.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Where—where did you see it before?" +Marjorie went on desperately.</p> + +<p>"In an old volume of 'St. Nicholas' at home. +My mother used to take the magazine when she +was a little girl, and has all the volumes bound. +I used to be very fond of some of the old stories, +and so was my sister Barbara. I remember she +learned that poem once to recite to Mother on +her birthday."</p> + +<p>Marjorie's heart sank like lead. Well did she +remember the old worn volumes of St. Nicholas—relics +of her own mother's childhood—over +which she had pored on many a rainy day at +home. She cast an appealing glance at Beverly.</p> + +<p>"You won't tell?" she said unsteadily.</p> + +<p>"Of course I won't; I'm not a cad. And look +here, Marjorie; I wouldn't bother my head about +it if I were you. Miss Elsie is quite able to fight +her own battles."</p> + +<p>"But she is my cousin," said Marjorie in a +very low voice, "and I'm so ashamed."</p> + +<p>Beverly's face softened, and his voice was very +kind when he answered:</p> + +<p>"You're a brick, Marjorie; lots of girls +wouldn't care. But don't let it make you unhappy. +If I were you I'd have it out with Elsie; +perhaps she'll have some excuse to offer."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span></p> + +<p>Before Marjorie could answer Lulu came up +to ask Beverly to come and be introduced to +Betty Randall, who was particularly anxious to +meet him, and he was obliged to hurry away.</p> + +<p>"What were you and that English girl talking +about so long?" Elsie inquired, as she and Marjorie +were driving home together half an hour +later.</p> + +<p>Marjorie roused herself from uncomfortable +reflections with a start.</p> + +<p>"Oh, nothing in particular," she said, "at +least nothing you would be interested in. She +was telling me about her brother, who used to be +a cripple till Beverly Randolph's uncle cured him. +He is a fine, strong-looking boy now—did you +notice him?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. Did you know their uncle was a lord?"</p> + +<p>"Is he?" said Marjorie indifferently, and once +more relapsed into silence. Elsie regarded her +cousin in evident surprise.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter, Marjorie?" she inquired +curiously. "You seem to be in the dumps, and +I'm sure I can't see why. You really danced +much better than I supposed you could. You're +not jealous, are you?"</p> + +<p>"Jealous," repeated Marjorie, stupidly, "what +about?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Why, your poem, of course, because you +didn't get more votes. It really wasn't bad; I +heard several of the girls say so."</p> + +<p>"Of course I wasn't jealous," said Marjorie, +indignantly. "I never dreamed of getting many +votes. I think people were very kind to vote for +me at all; it was just silly doggerel."</p> + +<p>"Well, you needn't fly into a temper even if +you're not jealous," laughed Elsie. "Do you +know you never congratulated me on my poem. +I think people thought it rather queer, when every +one was saying how much they liked it."</p> + +<p>"I couldn't," said Marjorie in a low voice.</p> + +<p>"Why not?" demanded Elsie, sharply. She +was evidently startled but beyond a slightly +heightened color, she showed no sign of embarrassment.</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you when we get home," whispered +Marjorie, with a glance at Hortense, who was +sitting in the opposite seat.</p> + +<p>Not another word was spoken until the carriage +drew up before the big hotel. Mr. and +Mrs. Carleton were out, and the girls went at +once to their rooms, without exchanging the +usual good-nights. Marjorie's heart was beating +painfully fast, and her cheeks were burning, +but she did not waver in her determination to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> +"have it out" with Elsie before they went to +bed. So instead of beginning to undress, she +sat down to wait until Hortense should have +finished waiting on her cousin and gone away. +She had, with some difficulty, at last succeeded in +convincing the maid that she did not require assistance +herself.</p> + +<p>"Elsie will be terribly angry," she told herself +mournfully, "and it will be very horrid and uncomfortable, +but it wouldn't be honest not to let +her know I recognized that poem. Perhaps she +can explain—oh, I do hope she can—and then +I can tell Beverly, and everything will be all right +again."</p> + +<p>She heard the outer door close behind Hortense, +and was just about to go to her cousin's +room, when her door was pushed unceremoniously +open and Elsie herself came in. Elsie's +cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were flashing, +but whether with anger or excitement Marjorie +could not tell.</p> + +<p>"Well," she began in a tone which she evidently +intended to be quite cheerful and indifferent, +"I've gotten rid of Hortense. She seemed +to think she ought to stay till Papa and Mamma +came home, but I told her we didn't need her. +Now you can tell me what you said you would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> +when we got home. Do be quick about it, +though, for I'm awfully sleepy, and I want to +go to bed."</p> + +<p>Before answering Marjorie went over to her +cousin's side, and laid a timid hand on her shoulder.</p> + +<p>"Elsie," she said gently, "I'm so sorry; I hate +to say it, but I've got to. It's—about that +poem; I've read it before. You didn't think you +really made it up, did you?"</p> + +<p>With an angry gesture Elsie pushed away her +cousin's hand.</p> + +<p>"Of course I made it up," she said angrily; +"how dare you say I didn't? I don't believe +you ever saw a poem like it before in +your life; you only say so because you're +jealous."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Elsie, how can you say such dreadful +things?" cried poor Marjorie, clasping her hands +in her distress, and on the verge of tears. "How +could I possibly be jealous of any one so much +cleverer than myself? I've been so proud of +you, Elsie—indeed, indeed I have—but I read +that poem in an old 'St. Nicholas' at home. I +remembered it because it was so pretty. Beverly +Randolph remembers it, too; he—"</p> + +<p>"Beverly Randolph!" cried Elsie, her eyes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> +flashing ominously; "so you told him about it, +did you? That accounts for his not congratulating +me when all the others did. Marjorie +Graham, you are the meanest, most contemptible +girl I have ever known. To think of your doing +such a thing after all Papa and Mamma have +done for you! But if you suppose for one moment +that any one is going to take your word +against mine, you'll find yourself very much mistaken. +I shall write a note to Beverly Randolph +to-morrow. A nice opinion he must have of you +already—boys hate sneaks."</p> + +<p>"I'm not a sneak," retorted Marjorie, her own +eyes beginning to flash. "I wouldn't have told +Beverly Randolph or any one else such a thing +for the world; I would have been ashamed to +have them know. He recognized the poem, too. +I saw he did the minute you began to read—and +afterwards he spoke of it. But he won't +tell; he promised not to, and—oh, Elsie I +thought you might be able to explain it in some +way."</p> + +<p>"There isn't anything to explain," said Elsie, +obstinately. "If you and that horrid Randolph +boy choose to say wicked things about me you +can, but you are not everybody, and when my +friends hear about it I think they'll have something<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> +to say." And without another word, Elsie +walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her, +and her cousin was left to cry herself +to sleep undisturbed.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2> + +<h3>THE THINGS THAT HURT</h3> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Marjorie</span> awoke the next morning with a +very heavy heart. Although Elsie's companionship +had not proved quite all she had anticipated, +still they had hitherto been perfectly good friends. +Marjorie had looked upon her clever cousin with +genuine admiration, and if in some things Elsie +had disappointed her, she had explained the fact +to herself by remembering how different life in +New York was from life in Arizona.</p> + +<p>"Elsie has so many friends," she had told herself +over and over again; "of course I can't expect +her to be as fond of me as I am of her."</p> + +<p>But last night's discovery had been a cruel disappointment, +and her cousin's parting words had +hurt more than perhaps Elsie herself fully +realized. She had lain awake a long time, hoping—almost +expecting—that Elsie would +come back to tell her she was sorry. She was +so ready to forgive, herself, and even to make allowances, +but no sound had come from the adjoining room, +and she had fallen asleep at last,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> +still hoping that morning might bring about the +longed-for reconciliation.</p> + +<p>It was still very early, but accustomed all her +life to the early hours of the ranch, she had not +yet learned to sleep as late as the other members +of the family. She tossed about in bed for +half an hour, vainly trying to go to sleep again, +and then suddenly determined to get up.</p> + +<p>"If I could only have a canter on Roland, or +a good long tramp before breakfast," she thought, +with a regretful sigh, "I know it would clear the +cobwebs from my brain, and I should feel ever +so much better. But since that is out of the +question, I may as well answer Undine's letter. +She will like a letter all to herself, and I shall +have plenty of time to write before the others are +up."</p> + +<p>Accordingly, as soon as she was dressed, she +sat down at her desk, and began a letter, which +she was determined to make as bright and cheerful +as possible.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><div class='right'> + +"<span class="smcap">New York</span>, November 28th.<br /> +</div> + +"<span class="smcap">Dear Undine</span>: + +<p>"I was delighted to get your nice letter last +week, but this is the very first spare moment I +have had in which to answer it. It is still very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> +early—only a little after six—and nobody else +is up, but I can't get accustomed to the queer +New York hours. Just think, nobody has breakfast +much before half past eight, and instead of +dinner at twelve or one, we don't dine till half +past seven. I thought I should be dreadfully +hungry when I first heard at what hour New +York people dined, but really luncheon—which +they have in the middle of the day—is almost +the same as dinner. I have eaten so much since +I came here that I am sure I must have gained +pounds already.</p> + +<p>"I wrote Father all about the football game, +and what a wonderful day I had. Since then +we have had Thanksgiving, and that was very +pleasant too, though of course not as exciting as +the football match and the motor ride. We all +dined with Aunt Julia's sister, Mrs. Lamont. +Mrs. Lamont's son, who is an artist, and very +clever, drew funny sketches on all the dinner +cards, and his sister made up the verses. I +think my card was lovely; it had a picture of a +girl riding a horse, and the verse underneath was:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'Welcome, Western stranger<br /> +To our Thanksgiving board,<br /> +May you have a jolly time,<br /> +And not be very bored.'<br /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Miss Annie says she isn't a poet, and I don't +suppose any of the verses were really very good, +but they made everybody laugh. It was funny +to have 'board' and 'bored' in the same verse, +but Miss Lamont said she got hopelessly stuck +when she had written the first two lines, and had +to end up with 'bored,' because it was the only +word she could think of to rhyme with 'the +Thanksgiving board.' I sat next to Mr. Ward—Aunt +Julia's other sister's husband—and he +was very kind, and told funny stories all the time. +After dinner we had charades, and played old-fashioned +games, which were great fun.</p> + +<p>"<ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'Luly'">Lulu</ins> Bell, one of the girls at school, has +gotten up a Club, which is to meet every Friday +evening at the different girls' houses. We had +the first meeting last night, and every girl had +to write a poem in order to become a member. +Some of the poems were very clever, and some +very funny. One girl made 'close' rhyme with +'nose.' My poem was silly, but I am going to +send it to Aunt Jessie, because she likes to keep +all my foolish little things.</p> + +<p>"I am so glad you are happy, and are growing +so fond of Mother and Aunt Jessie. The +more people I meet, the more convinced I am +that they are the two of the very best in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> +world. I am glad, too, that you are trying not +to worry about the things you can't remember. +I have told the girls at school about you, and +they all think you are the most wonderful person +they have ever heard of. The lady who +took me to the football game had a little girl +who was killed in the San Francisco earthquake. +Her brother told me about it, and it is a very +sad story. He asked me not to mention you to +his mother, because it always distresses her to +hear anything about the earthquake. She is +perfectly lovely, and so bright and jolly that it +seems hard to realize she has had such a great +sorrow, but her son says that is because she is +so unselfish, and is always thinking of other people. +Isn't it wonderful how many brave, unselfish +people there are in the world?</p> + +<p>"I have met a surgeon. He is the gentleman +in whose car we went to New Haven last +Saturday, and he is just as nice and kind as he +can be. He is very clever too, and has performed +some wonderful operations, but oh, Undine +dear, I am afraid I shall never have the +courage to speak to him about Aunt Jessie. Arizona +is so far away, and it would be so terribly +presumptuous to even suggest the possibility of +a great surgeon's taking such a journey to see a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> +person he didn't even know. Still, if it could +only happen—I pray about it every day.</p> + +<p>"I must stop writing now, and study a little +before breakfast. Be sure to write again very +soon, and don't forget to give me every scrap of +news about every one and everything. Kiss +Roland's dear soft nose for me, and tell him not +to forget his old mistress. Heaps of love and +kisses for everybody, with a good share for +yourself thrown in, from</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">"Your true friend,</span><br /> +"<span class="smcap">Marjorie Graham.</span>"<br /> +</div></div> + +<p>When Elsie entered the sitting-room, she +found her uncle and cousin already at the breakfast +table. Mrs. Carleton had a headache, and +was breakfasting in bed. Mr. Carleton's morning +greeting was as pleasant and affectionate as +usual, but Elsie merely vouchsafed a slight nod, +and a muttered "good-morning," and then kept +her eyes steadily on her plate, as though to avoid +any friendly overtures on Marjorie's part.</p> + +<p>"What are you little girls going to do to-day?" +Mr. Carleton inquired pleasantly, as he +rose from the table.</p> + +<p>"I'm going to dancing-school this morning," +said Elsie, "and then to lunch with Carol."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mr. Carlton glanced inquiringly at Marjorie.</p> + +<p>"And you?" he asked kindly—"are you going +to dancing-school, too?"</p> + +<p>Marjorie hesitated, and her color rose. It +had been suggested that she should accompany +Elsie to the dancing class that morning, and that +Aunt Julia should make arrangements about having +her admitted as a regular pupil, but after +what had happened last night she did not +feel at all sure that Elsie would desire her +society.</p> + +<p>"I'm—I'm not quite sure," she faltered; "I +think Aunt Julia may want me to go out with +her."</p> + +<p>Mr. Carleton looked a little troubled, and when +he left the room he beckoned his daughter to follow +him.</p> + +<p>"Elsie dear," he said in a rather low voice, as +he put on his overcoat in the entry, "I wish you +would try to do something to give Marjorie a +good time to-day. She is looking rather down-hearted +this morning, and I'm afraid she may be +a little homesick. Can't you arrange to take her +out to luncheon with you?"</p> + +<p>Elsie shrugged her shoulders.</p> + +<p>"She hasn't been invited," she said, shortly. +She did not think it necessary to add that Carol<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> +Hastings had proposed that Marjorie should +make one of the party, but that she herself had +opposed the plan, declaring that they would have +a much pleasanter time by themselves.</p> + +<p>Mr. Carleton frowned.</p> + +<p>"I should think you knew Carol Hastings well +enough to ask her if you might bring Marjorie +with you," he said impatiently. "Remember, +Elsie, what I have told you several times before; +I won't have Marjorie neglected."</p> + +<p>Now it was rather unfortunate that Mr. Carleton +should have chosen just this particular time +for reminding his daughter of her duty. As a +rule, his words would have produced the desired +effect, for Elsie stood considerably in awe of her +father, but just at present she was very angry +with Marjorie, and this admonition only made +her angrier still.</p> + +<p>"Marjorie is all right," she said, sulkily; +"she manages to have a good time wherever she +goes. If you knew as much about her as I do +you wouldn't worry for fear she might be neglected."</p> + +<p>Mr. Carleton did not look satisfied, but he had +an appointment to keep, and there was no time +for argument, so, after giving his daughter a +good-bye kiss, and telling her to be an unselfish<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span> +little girl, he hurried away, and had soon forgotten +the incident in the interest of more important +matters.</p> + +<p>Elsie did not go back to the parlor, but went at +once to her mother's room, where she remained +for some time with the door closed. Marjorie, +having finished her breakfast, wandered aimlessly +over to the window, where she stood looking +down at the crowds of people and vehicles in the +street below. It was a lovely morning and, early +as it was, the park seemed full of children. +Some had already mounted their ponies, and +others were on roller skates or bicycles. How +Marjorie longed to join them, but going out +alone was strictly forbidden. She was feeling +very unhappy, and more homesick than at any +time since coming to New York.</p> + +<p>"I must get something to do or I shall make a +goose of myself and begin to cry," she said desperately, +and picking up the first book she found +on the table, she plunged into it haphazard, and +when Elsie returned she found her cousin to all +appearances quite absorbed in "The Letters of +Queen Victoria."</p> + +<p>Elsie did not speak, but seating herself at the +piano, began practicing exercises as if her life depended +on it. Marjorie closed her book, and sat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span> +watching her cousin in silence for several minutes; +then she spoke.</p> + +<p>"Elsie."</p> + +<p>"Well, what is it?" inquired Elsie, wheeling +round on the piano stool.</p> + +<p>"Aren't you going to be friends with me?"</p> + +<p>"I certainly am not unless you intend to apologize +for the outrageous things you said to me last +night. I've been telling Mamma about it, and +she is very angry."</p> + +<p>Marjorie rose.</p> + +<p>"I can't apologize, Elsie; you know I can't," +she said, steadily, and without another word she +turned and left the room.</p> + +<p>When Mrs. Carleton entered her niece's room +an hour later, she found Marjorie curled up in a +little disconsolate heap on the bed, her face buried +in the pillows. Aunt Julia was still in her +morning wrapper, and was looking decidedly +worried.</p> + +<p>"Marjorie," she began in a rather fretful tone, +as she closed the door, and sank wearily into the +arm-chair, "I am very much distressed by what +Elsie tells me. I have come to ask you what it +all means."</p> + +<p>Marjorie raised a swollen, tear-stained face +from the pillows.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What has Elsie told you?" she inquired anxiously.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Carleton pressed her hand to her forehead.</p> + +<p>"O dear!" she sighed, "my head aches so this +morning, and I do dislike all these quarrels and +arguments. I did hope you and Elsie would get +on together without quarreling."</p> + +<p>"I don't want to quarrel," protested Marjorie; +"what does Elsie say about me?"</p> + +<p>"She says you have been very unkind and unjust +to her. She won't tell me what it is all +about. I tried to make her tell, but Elsie is so +honorable; she hates tale-bearing. But I know +you have hurt her pride, and made her very unhappy."</p> + +<p>Marjorie was silent; what could she say? +And after a moment her aunt went on in her +fretful, complaining voice.</p> + +<p>"I don't believe you have the least idea what +a noble, splendid girl Elsie is. It was rather +hard for her at first when she heard you were +coming to spend the winter, for of course it +couldn't help making some difference. She has +never had to share anything with any one else +before. But she was so sweet and unselfish +about it, and I did hope things might go on as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span> +they had begun. But now you have begun to +quarrel, and I suppose there will be nothing but +trouble and unpleasantness all winter."</p> + +<p>"She was so sweet and unselfish about it!" +How those words hurt Marjorie, and all the time +she had been thinking that Elsie had looked forward +to meeting her almost, if not quite as much, +as she had looked forward to knowing the cousin +who was "the next best thing to a sister." It +was only by a mighty effort that she managed to +choke back the flood of scalding tears, which +threatened to overwhelm her.</p> + +<p>"I'm very sorry, Aunt Julia," she said tremulously; +"I didn't mean to quarrel with Elsie. If +she had told you what it was about perhaps you +would have understood."</p> + +<p>"Well, she wouldn't tell," said Mrs. Carleton, +crossly, "so there is no use in talking about that. +All I want to say to you is that I am very much +annoyed, and sincerely hope nothing so unpleasant +will happen again. Elsie has gone to dancing-school, +and Hortense has gone with her, as +my head was so bad. Now I am going back to +my room to lie down for a while; perhaps I may +be better by luncheon time."</p> + +<p>That was the most unhappy day Marjorie had +ever spent in her life. It seemed to her as if the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span> +morning would never end, and when her aunt appeared +at luncheon she still wore an air of injured +dignity, and entertained Marjorie during +the meal, with a long account of Elsie's many accomplishments, +a subject of which her niece was +becoming heartily tired, although she would +scarcely have admitted the fact even to herself. +Soon after luncheon Mr. Carleton telephoned to +say that he would come uptown in time to drive +with his wife, and Aunt Julia proposed that Marjorie +should go for a walk with Hortense. The +girl's own head was aching by this time, and she +was glad of a brisk walk in the keen, frosty air, +but she was so unusually silent and preoccupied, +that the maid asked her anxiously if she "had the +homesickness."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Marjorie, with a catch in her +voice, "I've got it badly to-day."</p> + +<p>"Ah, I understand," murmured Hortense, +softly, "Mademoiselle is like me—I, too, often +have the homesickness."</p> + +<p>Elsie did not reach home till after five, as +Carol's mother had taken the two girls to the +theater, and even then she took no notice of Marjorie, +but went at once to her mother's room, +where Marjorie heard her giving a long and animated +account of the play she had seen.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span></p> + +<p>"By the way," remarked Mr. Carleton at dinner +that evening, "I forgot to ask about the Club—how +did the poems turn out?"</p> + +<p>There was a moment's embarrassed silence, and +Marjorie's heart began to beat very fast; then +Elsie spoke.</p> + +<p>"They were all very silly," she said, indifferently. +"I told Lulu it was nonsense having all +the girls write poems."</p> + +<p>"Whose poem was the best?" Mr. Carleton +asked.</p> + +<p>"They made me president of the Club," said +Elsie, her eyes bent on her plate; "my poem got +the most votes."</p> + +<p>"I was sure it would," murmured Mrs. Carleton, +with an adoring glance at her clever daughter. +"Why didn't you tell us about it before, +darling—you knew how interested we would +be?"</p> + +<p>"Let me see the poem," said Mr. Carleton, +good-naturedly; "I should like to judge its merits +for myself."</p> + +<p>"I can't; I've torn it up." Elsie tried to speak +in a tone of complete indifference, but her +cheeks were crimson, and her father watched her +curiously.</p> + +<p>"My darling child, how very foolish!" remonstrated<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span> +Mrs. Carleton. "You know your +father and I always want to see everything +you write. Why in the world did you tear it +up?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, it wasn't any good," said Elsie, with an +uneasy glance at Marjorie; "some of the girls +thought Lulu's poem was better."</p> + +<p>"I don't believe it was, though," Mrs. Carleton +maintained with conviction. "Wasn't Elsie's +poem much the best, Marjorie?"</p> + +<p>It was a dreadful moment for poor Marjorie. +She had never told a lie in her life, and yet how +could she offend her uncle and aunt, who were +doing so much for her, and who both adored +Elsie? She cast an appealing glance at her +cousin, and remained silent.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you needn't ask Marjorie," remarked +Elsie, with a disagreeable laugh; "she doesn't +like my poem. She only got five votes herself, so +I suppose it's rather hard for her to judge of +other people's poetry."</p> + +<p>Mr. Carleton frowned, and Mrs. Carleton +looked distressed, but no more was said on the +subject, for which Marjorie felt sincerely thankful.</p> + +<p>The next day was Sunday, and the most unhappy, +homesick day Marjorie had spent in New<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span> +York. Her uncle was the only member of the +family who continued to treat her as usual. Elsie +scarcely spoke to her, and Aunt Julia, though +evidently making an effort to be kind, showed so +plainly by her manner that she was both hurt and +displeased, that poor Marjorie's heart grew +heavier and heavier. They all went to church in +the morning, and in the afternoon Elsie went for +a drive with her mother, and Mr. Carleton retired +to his own room to read and write letters. +Marjorie began her usual home letter, but had +not written half a page when she broke down, +and spent the next half hour in having a good +cry, which was perhaps the most satisfactory +thing she could have done under the circumstances.</p> + +<p>She had just dried her eyes, and having made +a brave resolution not to be so foolish again, was +sitting down with the intention of going on with +her letter, when she heard her uncle's voice calling +her from the sitting-room.</p> + +<p>"Come here, Marjorie," said Mr. Carleton, +kindly, as his niece appeared in answer to his +summons. "Sit down and let us have a little +talk before the others come home."</p> + +<p>Marjorie complied. She hoped devoutly that +her uncle would not notice that she had been crying,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span> +but perhaps Uncle Henry's eyes were +sharper than his family always suspected.</p> + +<p>"Marjorie," he said abruptly, "I want you to +tell me what this trouble is between you and +Elsie."</p> + +<p>Marjorie gave a little gasp, and her cheeks +grew pink.</p> + +<p>"I—I'm afraid I can't tell you, Uncle +Henry," she faltered; "you had better ask +Elsie."</p> + +<p>"I have asked her, and so has your aunt, but +she refused to tell us anything except that you +have quarreled about something, and that you +have treated her rather unkindly."</p> + +<p>Marjorie's eyes flashed indignantly, and she bit +her lips to keep back the angry words.</p> + +<p>"Now I happen to know a good deal about +these little quarrels of Elsie's," Mr. Carleton went +on quietly. "She is a good girl, and a clever +one, too, but she has her faults and I have no reason +to suppose that you are any more to blame +than she in this case. All I want is a clear account +of what happened, and then I can settle +this tempest in a teapot, which I can see has +been making you both unhappy for the past two +days."</p> + +<p>By this time Marjorie had succeeded in controlling<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span> +her temper, and her voice was quite clear +and steady as she answered—</p> + +<p>"I am very sorry, Uncle Henry, but if Elsie +hasn't told you what the trouble is, I am afraid I +can't tell either. Please don't be angry, or think +me disrespectful, but I can't tell; it wouldn't be +fair."</p> + +<p>Mr. Carleton was evidently displeased.</p> + +<p>"Very well," he said, turning away coldly, and +taking up a book, "I have no more to say on the +matter. I am sorry, for I hoped you would have +sufficient confidence in your aunt and me to trust +us, and confide in us. I do not wish to force you +to tell us anything against your will, but you must +remember that your mother has placed you under +our care."</p> + +<p>The tears rushed to Marjorie's eyes.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Uncle Henry!" she began, then checked +herself abruptly, and, with a half suppressed sob, +turned and fled back to her own room.</p> + +<p>It was more than an hour later when Elsie presented +herself at her cousin's door.</p> + +<p>"May I come in, Marjorie?" she inquired in +a rather conciliatory tone.</p> + +<p>Marjorie looked up from the letter she was +writing; her face brightening with sudden hope.</p> + +<p>"Of course you may," she said, heartily.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, Elsie, do let us make up; I can't stand not +being friends with people I love."</p> + +<p>Elsie advanced slowly into the room and closed +the door.</p> + +<p>"Papa has been talking to me," she said, "and +I have promised him to forgive you for what you +said to me the other night. You—you didn't +tell him anything, did you?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Marjorie indignantly, "of course +I didn't. He asked me, but I wouldn't tell. I'm +afraid I made him angry."</p> + +<p>Elsie looked much relieved.</p> + +<p>"That's all right," she said, speaking more +pleasantly than she had done since the meeting +of the Poetry Club. "We won't say any more +about it. I've torn up that silly poem, and nobody +is going to remember it. If Beverly Randolph +should ever say anything to you, you can +tell him it was just a joke. Now come into my +room, and I'll tell you all about the good time +Carol and I had yesterday."</p> + +<p>But although Marjorie accepted the olive +branch, and she and Elsie were apparently as +good friends as ever that evening, her confidence +in her cousin had been cruelly shaken, and she +told herself sadly that she could never feel quite +the same towards Elsie again. Still, it was a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span> +great comfort to be on good terms once more, +and to see the worried expression disappear from +Aunt Julia's face, even though she could not help +feeling a slight shock on hearing her aunt remark +in a low tone to her uncle at the dinner +table:</p> + +<p>"Isn't Elsie sweet? I really think she has the +most lovable, forgiving disposition I have ever +known."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII</h2> + +<h3>BEVERLY SINGS "MANDALAY"</h3> + + +<p><span class="smcap">It</span> was a stormy December afternoon, about +ten days later, and Marjorie was alone in her +room preparing her lessons for the next day. +Elsie had gone shopping with her mother, and +Hortense had been sent on an errand. Marjorie +was aroused from the intricacies of a difficult +mathematical problem by a ring at the bell, and +on going to the door, found Beverly Randolph +standing on the threshold.</p> + +<p>It was the first time the two had been alone together +since the evening of the Initiation, and in +spite of herself, Marjorie felt her cheeks growing +hot as she asked the visitor to come in. But +Beverly had no intention of referring to unpleasant +bygones.</p> + +<p>"I'm so glad to find you at home," he said, +with his pleasant smile and in the voice that always +put people at their ease. "My mother sent +me to ask if you would come and sit with her for +a while this afternoon, provided you have nothing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span> +more important to do. She is laid up with a +cold, and is feeling rather blue and forlorn."</p> + +<p>"I should love to come," said Marjorie, her +face brightening at the prospect. "I was afraid +your mother might not be well when I didn't see +her at luncheon. I hope she isn't really ill."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no; nothing but a disagreeable cold, that +has kept her in the house for the past two days. +I'm glad you can come, for I'm sure it will cheer +her up."</p> + +<p>"All right," said Marjorie; "I'll come in just +a minute. I must leave a note for Aunt Julia in +case she should get home before I do."</p> + +<p>Marjorie found Mrs. Randolph sitting in an +arm-chair by the fire, looking rather pale and +tired, but her greeting to the girl was just as kind +and cheerful as usual, and Marjorie hoped that +it was only in her imagination that she saw that +sad, wistful expression in her kind friend's eyes.</p> + +<p>"Now sit down and tell me about all you have +been doing," said Mrs. Randolph, when the first +greetings had been exchanged. "I love to hear +about the things girls are interested in. My little +Barbara used to tell me of all her good times +as well as her troubles. I am so glad you have +brought your work—what are you making?"</p> + +<p>"A shawl for my aunt's Christmas present;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> +one of the girls at school taught me the stitch, +and I think it's going to be very pretty. I shall +have to work hard, though, to finish it in time. +Do you like the color?"</p> + +<p>"Very much," said Mrs. Randolph. "I suppose +this will be your first Christmas away from +home?"</p> + +<p>A shadow crossed Marjorie's bright face. "I +try not to think of it," she said. "It's going to +be pretty hard, but every one has been so kind, +and Uncle Henry and Aunt Julia are doing so +much for me, that it wouldn't be right to be unhappy. +I think perhaps if I keep very busy I +shall manage to get on all right. Aunt Jessie +says that's a good way of making the best of +things that can't be helped."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph said nothing, but the look she +gave Marjorie was such an understanding one +that the girl's heart warmed towards her more +and more. The next half-hour slipped away +very pleasantly. Mrs. Randolph was one of +those rare people who have the power of drawing +others out, and Marjorie chatted away to her of +school and school-friends, and all the little unimportant +happenings of her New York life, with +almost as much freedom as she would have talked +to her mother or aunt. Then Mrs. Randolph<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> +asked her if she liked reading aloud, and when +Marjorie assured her that she had read a great +deal to Aunt Jessie, she explained that, owing to +a cold in her eyes, she had not been able to read +herself for several days. Marjorie was delighted +to be of real use, and they were soon deep in +an interesting story. Marjorie read aloud very +well, and it was an accomplishment of which she +was rather proud.</p> + +<p>At five o'clock Beverly, who had gone to his +room to "cram," as he expressed it, returned, +and his mother rang the bell for tea.</p> + +<p>"Marjorie and I have had a delightful afternoon," +she said; "she seems to be almost as fond +of reading aloud as I am of listening. I am going +to be very selfish and ask her to come again +to-morrow, provided she can spare the time. +The doctor doesn't want me to use my eyes much +for several days."</p> + +<p>"I shall just love to come," declared Marjorie +eagerly, "and I can easily manage it. My lessons +aren't very hard, and I always have a good +deal of time to myself every day."</p> + +<p>"Don't you and your cousin ever go off together +in the afternoons?" Beverly inquired +bluntly.</p> + +<p>Marjorie blushed.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Not very often," she admitted reluctantly. +"You see, Elsie has so many more friends than I +have, and they are always doing things together. +I like the girls at school ever so much, and they +are all very nice and kind to me, but of course +they don't know me very well yet."</p> + +<p>"How did the last meeting of the Club come +off?" Beverly asked. "I was sorry I couldn't +go, but I had another engagement."</p> + +<p>Marjorie was conscious of a sensation of embarrassment +at this mention of the Club, for she +had not forgotten the secret that she and Beverly +shared together, but she tried to answer quite +naturally.</p> + +<p>"Oh, it was very pleasant. The girls have decided +to sew for the little blind children at the +'Home For Blind Babies.' We sewed for three +quarters of an hour, and then Carol said we +might as well stop, and begin to get ready for the +boys. They weren't invited till nine, but some +of the girls seemed to think it would take some +time to get ready for them, though there really +wasn't anything in particular to do. I hope +they'll sew a little longer next time, for if they +don't I'm afraid the Club won't accomplish very +much."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph and Beverly both laughed, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span> +then Beverly sauntered over to the piano, and +began to drum.</p> + +<p>"Sing something, dear," said his mother. +"Are you fond of music, Marjorie?"</p> + +<p>"I think I should be if I had a chance of hearing +much," said Marjorie, smiling, "but until I +came to New York I had scarcely ever heard any +music except the boys singing on the ranch. +Mother used to play a little when she was a girl, +but we haven't any piano. I love to hear Elsie +play."</p> + +<p>"Well, I think you will like to hear Beverly +sing; you know he is on the college Glee Club. +Sing that pretty Irish ballad, 'She Is Far From +the Land,' Beverly; I am sure Marjorie will like +that."</p> + +<p>Beverly laughingly protested that he had no +voice whatever, and was sure Marjorie would +want to run away the moment he began to sing, +but good-naturedly yielded to his mother's request, +and after striking a few preliminary +chords, began in a clear tenor voice—</p> + +<div class='center'> +"'She is far from the land where the young hero lies.'"<br /> +</div> + +<p>Marjorie—who had a real love for music—was +much impressed, and at the close of the ballad,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span> +begged so earnestly for more, that Beverly +could not help being flattered, and his mother +beamed with pleasure.</p> + +<p>Beverly sang several more ballads, and one or +two college songs, and then, after strumming +idly on the piano for a moment, as if uncertain +what to sing next, he suddenly broke into an air +Marjorie knew.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'In the old Mulniam pagoda,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Lookin' eastward to the sea;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">There's a Burma gal a-waitin',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And I know she thinks of me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">For the wind is in the palm-trees,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And the Temple bells they say,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Come you back, you British soldier,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come you back to Mandalay.</span><br /> +<br /> +"'Come you back to Mandalay,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where the old flotilla lay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin'</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From Rangoon to Mandalay?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">On the road to Mandalay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where the flyin' fishes play,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And the sun comes up like thunder,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Outer China 'cross the bay.'"</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Marjorie turned with a start, arrested by the +sound of a low, half-suppressed sob. Mrs. Randolph +had covered her face with her hands, and +was crying softly. At the same moment Beverly +also turned, and, with an exclamation of dismay,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span> +hastily sprang to his feet, and hurried to his +mother's side.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mother dear, I'm so sorry!" cried the +boy, dropping on his knees, and trying to draw +Mrs. Randolph's hands down from her face. "I +never thought; it was very careless. Oh, Mother +darling, please don't cry—please forgive me!"</p> + +<p>At the sound of her son's voice, Mrs. Randolph +looked up, and tried to smile through her +tears.</p> + +<p>"Never mind, dear," she said, gently, "it was +very foolish of me, but that song—you know +how fond she was of it."</p> + +<p>"Yes, Mother, I know; I was a brute to have +forgotten." And Beverly put his strong young +arms tenderly round his mother. Mrs. Randolph +laid her head on his shoulder for a moment, +as if she found comfort in the touch, and +then she roused herself with an effort, dried her +eyes, and turned to Marjorie.</p> + +<p>"You must excuse me for being so foolish, +dear," she said, "but that was my little Barbara's +favorite song; she was always asking Beverly +to sing it. I don't think I have heard it since—since +she went away."</p> + +<p>There were tears of sympathy in Marjorie's +eyes, and although she said nothing, the look she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span> +gave her friend touched Mrs. Randolph, and perhaps +comforted her more than any words would +have done.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 314px;"> +<img src="images/i-003.jpg" width="314" height="500" alt=""Oh, Mother Dear, I'm so Sorry!"—Page 243." title="" /> +<span class="caption">"<span class='smcap'>Oh, Mother Dear, I'm so Sorry!</span>"—Page 243.</span> +</div> + +<p>Beverly did not sing again, but quietly closed +the piano, and for the rest of the afternoon his +merry boyish face was unusually grave.</p> + +<p>"You have given me a great deal of pleasure," +Mrs. Randolph said, when Marjorie at last rose +to go. "I hope you will come again to-morrow. +It is very tiresome to have to stay in the house +all day, especially when one hasn't the solace of +reading."</p> + +<p>Marjorie said she would surely come again, +and then she hurried back to their own apartment, +where she found her aunt and cousin, who +had come in some time before.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Carleton had read Marjorie's note, and +had no objection to the girl's spending as much +time with the invalid as she liked.</p> + +<p>"Was Beverly at home?" Elsie inquired, anxiously, +following her cousin to her room.</p> + +<p>"He was there some of the time," said Marjorie; +"he had lessons to do at first, but he came +in for tea. Mrs. Randolph asked him to sing—he +has a beautiful voice."</p> + +<p>"You certainly have a way of getting what<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> +you want," remarked Elsie in a rather dissatisfied +tone; "I wonder how you manage."</p> + +<p>"Manage what?" demanded Marjorie in +amazement; "what in the world do you mean, +Elsie?"</p> + +<p>Elsie shrugged her shoulders.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I guess you know," she said, sarcastically, +and walked out of the room, leaving Marjorie +very much puzzled, and more than a little +uncomfortable.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph did not recover from her cold +as quickly as she had hoped, and she was confined +to the house for nearly a week. Her eyes, too, +continued troublesome, and reading and sewing +were strictly forbidden. So it came to be quite +a natural thing that Marjorie should spend an +hour every afternoon in the Randolphs' apartment, +and the girl grew to look forward to those +hours as the pleasantest of the whole day.</p> + +<p>"You remind me more of my little Barbara +every day," Mrs. Randolph said to her once, and +Marjorie felt that she had received a great compliment. +She was growing to feel a deep interest +in this Barbara, whose tragic death had cast +such a shadow of sorrow over her mother's life, +but she had too much tact, and was too kind-hearted,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span> +to show undue curiosity on a painful +subject, and so, though there were many questions +she would have liked to ask about this unknown +Barbara, she refrained from asking one, +and was fain to content herself with the stray +bits of information that Mrs. Randolph or Beverly +occasionally let fall.</p> + +<p>When Mrs. Randolph was well again Marjorie +greatly missed the daily chat, and pleasant hour +of reading aloud. The drives with Aunt Julia, +shut up in the brougham, with only one window +open, proved a most unsatisfactory substitute, +but her aunt was very kind, and showed so much +real interest in the Christmas box she was preparing +for her dear ones at home that Marjorie +reproached herself bitterly for not finding Aunt +Julia's society as agreeable as Mrs. Randolph's. +But Christmas was drawing near, and there were +times when Marjorie fought desperately against +the homesickness, which seemed almost greater +than she could bear.</p> + +<p>To add to everything else, she caught a feverish +cold, and Mrs. Carleton, who was always +nervous about illness, insisted on her remaining +in the house; a state of affairs hitherto unknown +to healthy Marjorie, who had never in her life +spent a day in bed.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was on the second afternoon of headache +and sore throat that Mrs. Randolph came to the +rescue. Marjorie had come to the end of her +resources. She had read till her eyes ached, and +sewed on Christmas presents until she felt that +she couldn't take another stitch. The longing for +fresh air and exercise was almost beyond her endurance, +and yet she dared not even open a window, +for fear of incurring her aunt's displeasure. +Mrs. Carleton and Elsie were out, but Hortense +had been left in charge, with strict injunctions +to see that Mademoiselle Marjorie kept out of +draughts, and took her medicine regularly. Marjorie +was just wondering in her desperation +whether a walk up and down the steam-heated +hotel corridor would be regarded in the light of +an imprudence, when there was a ring at the bell, +and Hortense announced Mrs. Randolph.</p> + +<p>"I have only just heard you were ill," the visitor +said kindly, taking Marjorie's hand in hers, +and looking with sympathetic interest into the +pale, woe-begone face. "Your aunt told Beverly +at luncheon that you had a bad cold. You +should have let me know sooner; I can't have +my kind little friend laid up without trying to return +some of her goodness to me."</p> + +<p>"It wasn't goodness at all," said Marjorie,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span> +flushing with pleasure; "it was just having a +lovely time. I was thinking only yesterday, what +a very selfish girl I must be, for I couldn't help +being sorry you didn't need me any more, it's so +pleasant to be needed."</p> + +<p>Marjorie's voice trembled a little, for she was +feeling rather weak and forlorn, and Mrs. Randolph +drew her down beside her on the sofa.</p> + +<p>"I think I always need you, dear," she said. +"I have missed your visits very much, and reading +to myself doesn't seem half as pleasant as +having a nice little girl read aloud to me. Still, +I am glad to have the use of my eyes again, especially +as we are going away next week."</p> + +<p>"Going away!" repeated Marjorie, and her +face expressed so much dismay that Mrs. Randolph +could not help smiling.</p> + +<p>"We are not going for good," she explained, +"but Beverly's vacation begins next Wednesday, +and he is anxious to spend Christmas at our Virginia +home. We shall only be away about ten +days."</p> + +<p>Marjorie looked much relieved.</p> + +<p>"I was afraid you meant you were going to +Europe, or somewhere far away," she said, "and +that I shouldn't see you any more. I don't know +what I should do without you."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span></p> + +<p>"And I should miss you very much, too," said +Mrs. Randolph, "but nothing so unpleasant is +going to happen, I hope. What are your plans +for the holidays?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, nothing in particular. Elsie and I are +invited to several parties, and Aunt Julia's sister, +Mrs. Ward, is having a tree on Christmas night. +I can't help wishing the holidays were over. It +will be my first Christmas away from home, you +know."</p> + +<p>"I suppose your family will miss you as much +as you miss them," Mrs. Randolph said, sympathetically.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know they will, and that is one of the +hardest things to bear. I had a letter from Undine +to-day, and she says they are all very sad, +though they are trying hard to be brave and +cheerful."</p> + +<p>"Who is Undine?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, haven't I told you about her? She's a +girl who lives at the ranch, and we call her Undine, +but it isn't her real name."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph looked interested.</p> + +<p>"What is her real name?" she asked, anxious +to cheer Marjorie by talking of home and friends.</p> + +<p>Marjorie opened her lips to explain, but suddenly +remembered something Beverly had told<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span> +her. It would be scarcely possible to tell Undine's +story without mentioning the fatal subject +of the earthquake, so she only said:</p> + +<p>"We don't know her real name, but the people +she lived with before she came to the ranch +called her Sally. She didn't like Sally, and asked +us to call her something else, and I suggested +Undine."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph laughed. "A rather romantic +name for a flesh and blood girl," she said; "how +old is your Undine?"</p> + +<p>"About fifteen, we think, but we are not sure, +and she doesn't know herself. Lulu Bell says +you have a beautiful home in Virginia. I suppose +you will be glad to go there for the holidays."</p> + +<p>"Yes, we all love it very much. It is a dear +old place; my husband's family have lived there +for generations, and my old home, where I lived +before I married, is only a couple of miles +away."</p> + +<p>"I have always thought Virginia must be a +very interesting place," said Marjorie. "I have +read ever so many books about the early settlers +in Jamestown. Have you read 'To Have and to +Hold,' and 'White Aprons'?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I have read both. Our home is on the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> +James River, not far from Jamestown—would +you like to see it?"</p> + +<p>"I should love it," said Marjorie, heartily. +"I don't suppose I ever shall though," she added, +with a sigh.</p> + +<p>"I don't see why not," said Mrs. Randolph, +smiling. "How would you like to go home with +us for the holidays?"</p> + +<p>Marjorie was speechless. For the first moment +she could scarcely believe that her friend +was in earnest.</p> + +<p>"I came this afternoon on purpose to propose +it," Mrs. Randolph went on, convinced by the +girl's flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes that +there was no doubt about her wanting to accept +the invitation. "Beverly and I were speaking +of it last evening. We shall be alone except for +Dr. Randolph, who is going with us, but we have +some pleasant young people in the neighborhood, +and there is generally a good deal going on at +Christmas. I think you would have a pleasant +time."</p> + +<p>"It would be the next best thing to going +home," declared Marjorie, "but, oh, dear Mrs. +Randolph, are you sure you really want +me?"</p> + +<p>"Quite sure," said Mrs. Randolph, kissing her.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span> +"It will make us all very happy to have our nice +little friend with us."</p> + +<p>"If only Aunt Julia will let me go," said Marjorie, +with a vivid recollection of her aunt's rebuke +on the evening after the football game.</p> + +<p>But, contrary to Marjorie's expectations, Mrs. +Carleton made no objection to the plan, beyond +hoping that the Randolphs would not find her +niece too much care. Neither did Elsie make +any of the unpleasant remarks her cousin expected. +Since the first meeting of the Poetry +Club, Beverly and she had not had much to say +to each other. Beverly was always polite, but +Elsie could never feel quite comfortable in his +society, and the knowledge that he was not to +share in any of the holiday gayeties was something +of a relief. She and Marjorie were apparently +very good friends, but there was a look +in Marjorie's eyes sometimes when they rested +on her cousin, which Elsie did not like. So when +Mrs. Carleton consulted her daughter on the subject +of Marjorie's going to Virginia with the +Randolph's, Elsie said good-naturedly:</p> + +<p>"Oh, let her go, Mamma; she'll have a much +better time than she would here. It would be +such a bother to have to take her everywhere, +and see she had partners at the dances, and all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> +that. Papa would be sure to ask questions and +make a fuss if she didn't have a good time."</p> + +<p>So the invitation was accepted, and Marjorie +wrote a long, joyful letter to her mother, and +went to bed that night, feeling happier than she +had done since coming to New York.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> + +<h3>IN THE SUNNY SOUTH</h3> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">It's</span> the most beautiful place I've ever even +imagined!" Marjorie spoke with conviction, and +drew in a long, deep breath of the fresh morning +air.</p> + +<p>She and Beverly were standing on the wide +veranda at Randolph Place gazing off over the +wide landscape, of low Virginia hills, with the +wide river less than half a mile away. It was a +glorious morning, and the peace and quiet seemed +indescribably delightful after the noisy, stuffy +night on the train. Beverly was very proud of +his Southern home, but boy like, he tried not to +show it.</p> + +<p>"It's pretty enough," he admitted, "but this +isn't the season to see it at its best; you ought to +come here in the spring."</p> + +<p>"It's perfect just as it is," declared Marjorie. +"I've read about such places, but never expected +to see one myself. Is that river really the James,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span> +and did your great-grandfather truly live in this +very house?"</p> + +<p>"He most certainly did," said Beverly, laughing; +"my people have lived here for over a hundred +years. You should have heard some of my +father's war stories. He was only a boy at the +time of the war, but he had some exciting experiences. +When I was a little chap I used to wish I +had been alive then, too."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I love war stories!" cried Marjorie, +rapturously; "are there any people here now who +can tell them?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, indeed, plenty. I'll introduce you to +old Uncle Josh. He was my grandfather's body +servant, and went all through the war with him. +He's over seventy now, and doesn't work any +more, but he and his wife live in a cabin down at +the quarters."</p> + +<p>"It all sounds just like a story-book," said +Marjorie, with a little sigh of utter content. "I +should think you would be tremendously proud +of your home."</p> + +<p>"I like it all right," said Beverly, "but now +hadn't you better come in and have some breakfast? +I hear Mother and Uncle George in the +dining-room, and I should think you'd be hungry, +for it's after nine, and you were up before six."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Of course I was," laughed Marjorie; "I was +much too excited to sleep. I wasn't going to +miss the first sight of Virginia."</p> + +<p>The dining-room at Randolph Place was very +large, and the walls were lined with portraits. +Marjorie was so much interested in the portraits +of great-grandfather and great-grandmother +Randolph, that she came near forgetting to eat +her breakfast, although the fried eggs and bacon, +and waffles with maple syrup, were certainly the +most delicious she had ever tasted. Mrs. Randolph +and the doctor watched her with kindly +amusement. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement, +and there was a bright color in her +cheeks; she seemed quite a different creature +from the pale, subdued girl of a week before.</p> + +<p>"I declare, Barbara, I had no idea that little +girl was so pretty," Dr. Randolph remarked in a +low tone to his sister-in-law, when Marjorie and +Beverly were in the midst of an animated discussion +about Captain John Smith and Pocahontas.</p> + +<p>"She is charming," Mrs. Randolph answered, +smiling. "It is strange how much environment +has to do with appearance."</p> + +<p>"And now I am going to take you to your +room, Marjorie," said Mrs. Randolph as they +rose from the breakfast table. "You will want<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span> +to unpack and wash up a little after that dusty +journey. I have asked some cousins of ours, the +Pattersons, to luncheon, and perhaps this afternoon +you and Beverly will like to go for a ride. +I needn't ask if you are accustomed to riding; +every girl brought up on a ranch must be."</p> + +<p>"I have ridden ever since I can remember," +said Marjorie, her eyes sparkling at the prospect +of the coming pleasure. "I would rather ride a +horse than do anything else in the world."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph laughed, and led the way up a +broad oak staircase, and along a wide hall, to the +prettiest little room imaginable, all furnished in +pink and white; a typical girl's room, as Marjorie +saw at the first glance.</p> + +<p>"I have put you here because this room is next +to mine," Mrs. Randolph explained. "I thought +you would like it better than being away down at +the other end of the hall. This was my little +Barbara's room," she added softly; "no one has +slept here since she left it, and nothing has been +changed."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mrs. Randolph," cried Marjorie, gratefully, +"how very good you are to me, but are you +sure you really want me to have this room?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear, I am quite sure I do. If my Barbara +were alive I know she would love you,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span> +and I like to think I shall have a little girl next +to me again to-night."</p> + +<p>With a sudden impulse, Marjorie flung her +arms round Mrs. Randolph's neck and hugged +her. She did not speak—words did not come +easily just then—but Barbara's mother understood, +and the kiss she gave in return was a very +tender one.</p> + +<p>When Marjorie was left alone, her first occupation +was to look about the room, and examine +all its details. It was very simple, but everything +was in perfect taste, and the girl admired it +all, from the pretty china ornaments on the bureau, +to the row of books on a shelf over the writing-desk. +She took down one of the books reverently; +it seemed almost like sacrilege to touch +these things that had belonged to another girl, +whose death had been so very sad. It was +"Lorna Doone," and on the fly-leaf Marjorie +read, "To Barbara Randolph, from her affectionate +cousin, Grace Patterson." Then she examined +the framed photographs on the mantelpiece; +Mrs. Randolph and Beverly, and a gentleman +whom she supposed must have been Barbara's +father. There were other photographs as +well, one in particular of a girl with curly hair, +and a very friendly expression, and Marjorie<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span> +wondered if she could be the cousin, who had +given Barbara "Lorna Doone." It was strange +how intimate she was beginning to feel with this +Barbara, who had died nearly three years ago.</p> + +<p>Marjorie had just finished her unpacking when +there was a tap at her door, and in answer to her +"Come in," a girl of about her own age presented +herself. One glance was sufficient to assure +Marjorie that she was the same curly-haired, +friendly-faced girl, whose photograph, in a silver +frame, stood in a prominent place on the writing-desk.</p> + +<p>"I'm Grace Patterson," announced the visitor, +in a voice as friendly as her face. "Cousin Barbara +told me to come right up; my brother and +I have come over especially to see you."</p> + +<p>"I'm very glad to meet you," said Marjorie, +shaking hands, and drawing forward a chair for +her guest. "I've just been looking at your picture," +she added, smiling.</p> + +<p>Grace Patterson glanced about the room, and a +shade of sadness crossed her bright face.</p> + +<p>"It seems so strange to be in this room again," +she said; "I haven't been here since poor Babs—you've +heard about Babs, of course?"</p> + +<p>Marjorie nodded.</p> + +<p>"She was my chum," said Grace, with a little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span> +catch in her voice, "and one of the dearest girls +that ever lived. We were almost the same age, +and as neither of us had any sisters, we were together +a great deal. Babs had a governess, and +my younger brother and I used to come over here +every day for lessons. Our place is only two +miles away, and my mother and Cousin Barbara +are great friends. It nearly killed poor Cousin +Barbara."</p> + +<p>"I know," said Marjorie. "It was lovely of +Mrs. Randolph to let me have this room. I have +been so interested in Barbara ever since I first +heard about her, but I don't like to talk to her +mother or brother about her."</p> + +<p>"You know how it happened, I suppose?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes; Beverly told me that. It must have +been a frightful shock to you all."</p> + +<p>"Frightful! I should say it was. Even Beverly +has never been quite the same since. He +was devoted to Babs, and they were such chums. +I don't think it would have been quite so terrible +if they could have recognized her afterward, but +she was so frightfully injured—oh, I can't bear +to talk about it! They recognized Miss Randolph, +Bab's aunt, but poor Babs was completely +crushed, and—oh, let's come downstairs. I +can't stand it up here; it gives me the horrors."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span></p> + +<p>There were more questions Marjorie would +have liked to ask, but the subject was evidently +a very painful one to her new acquaintance, for +Grace had grown rather pale, and there was a +look of horror in her eyes. So she said no more, +and the two girls went downstairs, where they +found the family assembled, and where Marjorie +was introduced to Harry Patterson—Grace's +brother—a pleasant-faced boy of seventeen.</p> + +<p>The Pattersons stayed to luncheon, and Marjorie +liked them immensely. Grace soon recovered +from the momentary depression, caused by +recalling painful memories, and Marjorie was +quite ready to endorse Beverly's opinion that +"she was one of the jolliest girls going." They +had a very merry morning, and after luncheon it +was proposed that Marjorie and Beverly should +ride home with the Pattersons, who had come +over on their ponies.</p> + +<p>"Marjorie is pining for a gallop, I know," +said Beverly, laughing; "she is as wild about +horses as you are, Grace, and trained a colt when +she was nine."</p> + +<p>"How jolly!" cried Grace; "you and I can +have some fine rides together, Marjorie. I +haven't had a girl to ride with since—" Grace +did not finish her sentence, but Marjorie knew by<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span> +her suddenly heightened color, and the glance +she gave Beverly, that she was thinking of her +cousin Barbara.</p> + +<p>"I declare they've brought Nelly Gray for you +to ride!" whispered Grace to Marjorie, as the +two girls stood on the veranda, waiting to mount. +"I didn't know any one rode her now."</p> + +<p>"She's a beauty," said Marjorie, with an admiring +glance at the handsome little chestnut +mare, which was being led up to the door by a +groom.</p> + +<p>"Oh, she's a love! She was Babs's pony, and +Babs loved her dearly. I remember she taught +her to take sugar out of her pocket."</p> + +<p>Nelly Gray certainly was "a love" and Marjorie +enjoyed that ride as she had enjoyed few +things since leaving her Western home. It was +a beautiful afternoon, and Nelly herself appeared +to enjoy it almost as much as her rider. They +took the longest way round to the Patterson +home, and when they had left their friends, Beverly +proposed that they should ride a few miles +farther, and come home by a different road.</p> + +<p>"I think I could ride all night without getting +tired," laughed Marjorie. "This is an adorable +pony."</p> + +<p>"She was my sister's pony," said Beverly.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, I know, your cousin told me. It was +awfully good of you and your mother to let me +ride her."</p> + +<p>Beverly said nothing, and they rode on for a +few moments in silence, both young faces unusually +grave. Marjorie was the first to speak.</p> + +<p>"I wish I could make your mother understand +how much I appreciate all she has done for me," +she said, impulsively. "Do you know she has +given me your sister's room?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, she told me she was going to. Mother +is very fond of you, and she says she thinks Babs +would have loved you, too."</p> + +<p>"I know I should have loved her," said Marjorie, +earnestly. "Grace has been telling me +about her, and I have been looking at all her +things."</p> + +<p>"She was almost as fond of riding as you are," +said Beverly. "She was such a plucky little +girl; never afraid of anything. She rode better +than any girl in the neighborhood."</p> + +<p>Beverly's voice sounded a little husky, and +Marjorie thought it might be best to change the +subject, so she launched into an account of a +"round up" she had once seen, and the rest of +the ride was a very merry one.</p> + +<p>"Will you mind if I stop for a moment to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span> +speak to my old mammy?" Beverly asked, as they +were on their way home. "She lives in one of +these cabins, and I know she'll be on the lookout +for me."</p> + +<p>"Of course I won't mind," said Marjorie, +promptly; "I shall love it. I've never seen a +real colored mammy, but I've often read about +them in stories."</p> + +<p>"Well, you shall see one now. Ours was the +genuine article, though people pretend to say the +old-fashioned darky is a thing of the past. She +was devoted to Babs and me, although she was a +firm believer in the efficacy of the rod. We +loved her dearly, and minded her better than we +minded Mother. She was put on the pension +list several years ago, and now has a cabin to +herself. Here it is, and there's Mammy on the +watch for us, as I was sure she would be. Hello, +Mammy, here's your bad boy back again!"</p> + +<p>Beverly sprang to the ground, and the next +moment was being rapturously hugged by a very +stout old negress, with a turban on her head. +She was so exactly Marjorie's idea of what a +mammy ought to be, that the girl was delighted, +and sat looking on with deep interest, while Beverly +and his old nurse exchanged greetings. +Then Marjorie herself was introduced, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span> +Mammy begged them both to tie their horses, +and come in for a cup of tea. But Beverly declared +it was too late, and they finally made +their escape, having promised to come another +day, for a feast of the waffles, for which it appeared +Mammy was famous.</p> + +<p>"It has been one of the loveliest days I've +ever had," Marjorie declared, as they rode up the +avenue at Randolph Place, in the light of the setting +sun. "I shall never forget it as long as I +live, and I shall have so much to write home in +my next letter, that I believe it will fill a volume."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XIX</h2> + +<h3>A VIRGINIA CHRISTMAS</h3> + + +<div class="blockquot"><div class='right'> + +<span style="margin-right: 2em;">"Randolph Place,</span><br /> +"December 26th.<br /> +</div> + +"<span class="smcap">Darling Aunt Jessie</span>: + +<p>"Christmas is over, and it really wasn't half +as bad as I thought it was going to be. But before +I begin writing about anything else, I must +tell you how happy I was to get all your dear +home letters. Uncle Henry was so kind about +forwarding them as soon as they reached New +York, and I had them all on Christmas Eve. +Aunt Julia wrote me the box has come, too, but +she will have to keep that until I get back the end +of next week. How I shall adore every single +thing in it!</p> + +<p>"I sent mother a few lines the morning I got +here, but that was before I had found out how +beautiful it all is. It is just like the Southern +plantations one reads about in stories, and everything +is very interesting. There is even a dear +old black mammy, who lives in a cabin, and has<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span> +asked Beverly and me to come and have waffles +some afternoon. All the servants are black, and +the butler has lived in the family nearly forty +years. Then the neighbors are just the kind one +reads of, so kind and hospitable, and always having +good times. I think I like Southerners better +than New Yorkers; they make me feel much +more at home. I have met a good many of +them, for we went to a Christmas dance at the +Pattersons', on Christmas Eve, and I had a perfectly +gorgeous time. The Pattersons are cousins +of the Randolphs', and Grace, the girl, is +just my age, and awfully nice; but then everybody +here is nice, and I am having the very best +time that it is possible for a girl to have.</p> + +<p>"The riding is the greatest pleasure of all. +Beverly and I have been out for a ride every +day, and he enjoys it almost as much as I do. +They have given me the dearest little chestnut to +ride, and it is a great honor, because she belonged +to Beverly's sister, who was killed in the +San Francisco earthquake, and scarcely any one +has ridden her since. She is very gentle, and so +friendly that she will take sugar out of my +pocket. Beverly says his sister taught her to do +that.</p> + +<p>"But if I go on chattering like this, I shall<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span> +never get to Christmas, which was the most interesting +of all. The Virginians seem to think a +great deal of Christmas, and nearly all the day +before we were busy dressing a tree for the little +negroes on the plantation. Mrs. Randolph had +brought presents from New York for all of them, +and for the fathers and mothers as well. Beverly +says she has done the same thing every +Christmas since her little girl died; it is a sort of +memorial, I suppose. We all hung up our stockings, +even Mrs. Randolph and the doctor, who is +just as nice and jolly as he can be, though Grace +Patterson says some people are afraid of him. +It was late when we got back from the Pattersons' +party on Christmas Eve, but after I was in +bed I heard Mrs. Randolph going about softly, +filling the stockings, which were all hung outside +our doors.</p> + +<p>"I was so tired after the party, that I didn't +wake till after seven, and then the very first thing +I did was to run and look at my stocking. It +was stuffed full of good things; oranges, candy, +figs and dates, and just as I thought I had +reached the bottom, I felt something hard away +down in the toe. What do you think it was? +You will never guess, so I may as well tell you +right away; it was a little velvet box, and inside<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span> +was a ring, a beautiful gold ring, with two adorable +little pearls in it! That was Mrs. Randolph's +Christmas present, and the loveliest thing +I have ever had in my life. I was so happy when +I saw it that I cried; I know it was dreadfully +silly, but I couldn't help it. Oh, how I wish I +could show it to you this minute, but you will see +it when I come home next June, and all my other +presents, too, for the ring wasn't the only one. +When I came down to breakfast there were more +parcels beside my plate; two nice books from +Beverly, and a gold bracelet from the doctor. +Just think of it, two pieces of jewelry in one day! +I am sure I didn't deserve such beautiful things, +but when I told them so, and tried to thank them, +they only laughed.</p> + +<p>"In the morning we went to church, and the +Christmas music was lovely. We met the Pattersons +at church, and they all came home with +us to dinner. Oh, such a dinner! I don't see +how any one could possibly ever eat so many +things. There were more dishes than I have +ever imagined possible for one meal, and every +single one was delicious.</p> + +<p>"After dinner came the tree for the children, +and that was the best fun of all. I quite lost my +heart to some of the piccaninnies, and one little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span> +chap, as black as coal, was so adorable that I +wanted to hug him. The children all had a +beautiful time, and screamed with delight over +their presents. How I wished you and Mother +could have seen Mrs. Randolph going about +among them, speaking so pleasantly to every one, +and making them all feel at home. After the +tree had been stripped they all had ice cream, and +I got hold of my little black boy, and made him +sit on my lap while I fed him until I don't believe +he could have swallowed another mouthful. +Then the old butler, who is just like a negro servant +in a book, proposed three cheers for Mrs. +Randolph, and you should have heard those +darkies yell!</p> + +<p>"The Pattersons left as soon as the fun was +over, and we all went upstairs to our rooms to +rest. But I wasn't a bit tired, and was afraid +that if I sat down to think I might be homesick, +so I thought I would go for a walk. I was just +starting when I saw Mrs. Randolph come out +from the greenhouse, with her hat on, and her +hands full of beautiful roses, and I stopped to ask +if she were going for a walk, too, and if I might +go with her. She hesitated for a minute, and +then said I might come if I liked, but she was +afraid I would find it sad; she was going to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span> +cemetery to put flowers on her little girl's grave. +She said it quite calmly, but there was such a sad +look in her eyes, and I was horribly embarrassed, +for I was afraid I ought not to have suggested +going with her. But she assured me she would +really like to have me, if I didn't mind, so of +course I went, and, oh, Aunt Jessie, I am so glad +I did. It was all beautiful and sacred—almost +too sacred to write about, even to you and +Mother. The cemetery was such a lovely, peaceful +place, and as it was quite warm and pleasant, +we sat down by Barbara Randolph's grave, and +her mother talked to me about her. It was the +first time she has ever told me much about Barbara, +and I was so interested in all she said. I +don't think I shall ever be afraid of dying again; +Mrs. Randolph spoke so beautifully about it. +She says she can never feel that her little girl +is far away, and she is quite sure they will be together +again some day. I think Barbara must +have been an awfully nice girl; every one seems +so fond of her. Grace Patterson was her chum, +and she can hardly speak of her without crying. +As for Beverly, he just can't bear to talk about +her at all, and I don't dare ask him a single question. +Grace says he was devoted to her, and she +adored him. I wish I could see a picture of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span> +Barbara, but there are no photographs of her +about. Mrs. Randolph wears a little gold locket, +and I am sure there is a miniature of Barbara inside, +but I have never had the courage to ask +her to show it to me. I was just making up +my mind to do it yesterday, when we heard +footsteps, and there was Beverly himself, bringing +more flowers. He didn't know we were +there, and looked horribly embarrassed when he +saw us. Boys always hate to show their feelings, +and I think he would have gone away again +without speaking to us, if his mother hadn't +called him. She was so pleased to see him, and +after the first minute I don't think he really +minded. I thought they might like to be alone, +so I slipped away as quietly as I could, and on +the way home I met the doctor, and he asked +me to go for a walk with him. I know you +would like Dr. Randolph; he is so clever, and has +traveled almost all over the world. He told +me such an interesting story about a Christmas +he once spent in Jerusalem. It is so pleasant +that he met Father at Harvard, and remembers +all about him. He says Father was a very handsome +boy, and a great favorite with the girls. +Doesn't it seem queer to think of Father's going +to dances and flirting with girls! He looks so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span> +much older than Dr. Randolph, and yet I suppose +they must be about the same age.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Randolph and Beverly were quite cheerful +when they came home, and I noticed that +Beverly was very gentle with his mother all the +evening. He is always nice to her, and that is +one of the reasons why I like him so much. +One of the things that has surprised me most +of all in New York, is the way some of the girls +and boys speak to their fathers and mothers. I +really don't know what Mother would do to me +if I were ever to answer her back the way Elsie +sometimes answers Aunt Julia, but her mother +doesn't seem to mind.</p> + +<p>"We had a quiet evening at home, but it was +pleasant, for we were all a little tired. Mrs. +Randolph and the doctor played cribbage, and +Beverly sang; he has a lovely voice, but he won't +often sing. Altogether my Christmas was a very +happy one, and if I did 'weep a little weep' after +I was in bed, it was only natural, considering +it was my first Christmas away from you all. +Oh, Aunt Jessie, darling, I am having a beautiful +visit, but I never forget you, or Father or +Mother, a single minute! I love your letters +better than anything else, and I am just longing +to get my hands on that precious Christmas box.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span> +I hope you will all like the presents I sent. +Uncle Henry was so kind; he gave me twenty-five +dollars to spend for Christmas presents. I +never had so much money in my life, but Aunt +Julia helped me select the presents, which was a +great relief, for I should never have known what +to buy without her. Things seem to cost so much +more than one expects them to.</p> + +<p>"I felt sure you and Mother would want +something I had made myself, and I hope you +will like the color of the shawl; Mrs. Randolph +thought it very pretty. I chose the little daisy +pin for Undine, because I liked it so much myself. +I am so glad you have all grown so fond +of her, and that she is happy, and doesn't worry +so much about not remembering.</p> + +<p>"Beverly is calling me to go for a ride, so +I must stop writing. Heaps of hugs and kisses +for everybody from</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">"Your own</span><br /> +"<span class="smcap">Marjorie.</span>"<br /> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XX</h2> + +<h3>MARJORIE SEES A PHOTOGRAPH</h3> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Don't</span> you think there is always something +very sad about last days in places?"</p> + +<p>Beverly laughed, and cast an amused glance +at his companion's sober face. He and Marjorie +were trotting leisurely along a road where the +trees met overhead in summer, although now the +boughs were leafless, and there was a light covering +of snow on the ground. It was their last +afternoon in Virginia, and they were making the +most of it, despite a lowering sky, and a frostiness +in the air, which threatened more snow before +night.</p> + +<p>"Just think," Marjorie went on mournfully, +"I sha'n't have another ride for five whole +months. School doesn't close till the first of +June."</p> + +<p>"Why don't you ride in the park? Lots of +girls do, you know. Ask your uncle to hire a +horse for you from the riding academy."</p> + +<p>Marjorie blushed.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I don't like to," she said, frankly. "Uncle +Henry and Aunt Julia are doing so much for me +already, I don't think I ought to ask for anything +more. Elsie doesn't ride in New York."</p> + +<p>"Well, I have no doubt she could if she wanted +to. I imagine Miss Elsie generally gets what +she wants."</p> + +<p>"You don't like Elsie, do you?" The words +were out before Marjorie realized she had uttered +them. The next moment she wished she +had not asked the question.</p> + +<p>"No, I don't," said Beverly, honestly.</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry; I wish you did; she's so clever, +and—and there are lots of nice things about +her. You see, she is an only child, and her father +and mother worship her. I suppose she +can't help being a little spoiled."</p> + +<p>"Well, you are an only child, too, and I have +no doubt your family are as fond of you as +Elsie's are of her, but you are not spoiled."</p> + +<p>Marjorie was silent. She felt that loyalty to +her cousin required her to say something in Elsie's +defence, and yet what could she say? After a +moment's silence Beverly went on.</p> + +<p>"I should like your cousin a lot better if she +resigned from being president of that Club."</p> + +<p>"She—she tore up the poem," faltered Marjorie.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span> +"She said it was trash. I don't think +she meant to do anything mean, but she is so +clever, she couldn't bear to have any other poem +better than hers."</p> + +<p>"You're a loyal little soul, Marjorie," said +Beverly, approvingly, "but all you can say won't +alter the fact that your cousin did a mean, contemptible +thing. She knows I found her out, +and she hasn't looked me straight in the face +since. I don't like sneaks in girls any better than +in boys."</p> + +<p>Marjorie felt the conversation had gone far +enough. She did not wish to discuss Elsie even +with Beverly Randolph, although the two had +become great friends during the past ten days, +so after a little pause, she changed the subject +by asking her companion if he did not think they +had better be turning towards home.</p> + +<p>Beverly glanced at his watch.</p> + +<p>"I suppose we'd better," he said, reluctantly. +"I hate to cut our last ride short, but Mammy +will be heart-broken if we keep her waffles waiting."</p> + +<p>"I'm so glad we are going to Mammy's cabin," +Marjorie said, as they turned the horses' heads +in a homeward direction. "It makes me think +of so many things I have read. Don't you remember<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span> +in 'Uncle Tom's Cabin,' how George +Selby used to slip away from the big house, and +go down to Uncle Tom's for waffles and fried +chicken? Mammy is such an old dear; I do +want to hear her talk again."</p> + +<p>"She certainly is a character," said Beverly, +laughing. "We'll get her to tell some anecdotes +about Barbara and me. According to Mammy +I must have been a pickle."</p> + +<p>Marjorie was conscious of a feeling of relief +at having successfully turned the conversation +away from Elsie and her affairs, and she and +Beverly chatted on pleasantly until they reached +Mammy's cabin, where they dismounted and +Beverly tied the horses to the hitching post. +Mammy was on the watch for them, and gave +them a hearty welcome.</p> + +<p>"Now you jes lay off yo' tings, and set down +by de fiah," she commanded, placing chairs for +the visitors, "an' I'll have dem waffles done in +a jiffy. Lor', Mas'r Bev'ly, it jes' does my heart +good to see you settin' heah in my kitchen, like +you used to do when you an' Miss Babs—now +Mas'r Bev'ly, don't you tease my Josephus; he +mighty 'telligent cat, he is. He won't stan' no +foolin'."</p> + +<p>"He's a beauty," said Marjorie, stooping to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span> +stroke the big maltese, who responded to the +caress by springing on the arm of her chair.</p> + +<p>Mammy beamed with satisfaction.</p> + +<p>"Josephus likes you fust rate, Missy," she said, +approvingly. "He don't make friends with mos' +folks; he's too 'ristocratic. He knows what's +what, Josephus does."</p> + +<p>"Mammy is the most delicious snob," laughed +Beverly; "she only allows Josephus to associate +with aristocratic cats. All the unfortunate +plebeian cats in the neighborhood are driven +away with a stick."</p> + +<p>"Cose dey is," declared Mammy, indignantly. +"What yo s'pose I want common, no-'count cats +botherin' round heah for? Ain't I always lived +in de most 'ristocratic Virginia fam'lies, and +wasn't my paw own body-servant to ole General +Putnam, an' my maw bought by Mas'r Randolph's +father when she weren't more'n ten years +old, an' brought up in de house, to be maid to de +young ladies? I'se lived in de fust fam'lies, I +has, and I'm proud of it, too."</p> + +<p>"What a perfectly heavenly place!" whispered +Marjorie to Beverly, with a glance round +the neat little kitchen, as the old negress bustled +away intent on household duties.</p> + +<p>"You must get Mammy to show you the family<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> +photographs before we go," said Beverly; "she +has quite a gallery, and can give you the separate +history of each picture. Ah, here come the +waffles. Nobody can beat you on waffles, +Mammy."</p> + +<p>The old woman grinned.</p> + +<p>"Cose dey cyan't," she said, placidly. "Dere +cyan't nobody in dese parts beat me on waffles +and corn-bread. Folks comes askin' for my +recipes, but it ain't de recipe dat does it, it's de +light hand. Now Mas'r Bev'ly, don't you take +de whole dishful; dere's plenty more comin'. +Lor' sakes, Missy, you jes' oughter seen de way +dat boy would go in for waffles an' maple syrup +when he was little. Do you 'member de day, +Mas'r Bev'ly, when yo maw was havin' lot of +comp'ny for tea, an' yo' an' Miss Babs sneaked +into de pantry, and eat up all de lobster salad +'fo' de comp'ny got a chance to have it? What +a swattin' I did give de two of you' for dat!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, indeed I remember it," said Beverly, +laughing. "I deserved the 'swatting' more +than Babs did, for she was only four and I was +eight."</p> + +<p>"Dat's true; but yo' bofe deserved it bad +enough. Lordie! How dat chile Babs could +stuff! Notin' ever hurted her, and de wust of it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span> +was, she didn't mind castor oil no more'n if it +was molasses. Have some more syrup, Missy; +waffles ain't no good without plenty of syrup. +You was forever gettin' Miss Babs into mischief, +Mas'r Bev'ly. I'll never forget de day I dressed +de two of you in yo' best white suits, cause yo' +grandmother Randolph was comin' on a visit, +an' de minute my back was turned you was bofe +off to de swamp. My, what sights you was when +I found you! Miss Babs had tumbled in, an' +yo' two faces was as black as mine, and you was +all over black mud. You bofe got a good whippin', +an' was put to bed in de middle of de day, +but Lordie! What good did it do? Miss Babs +was sound asleep in ten minutes, and never woke +up till nex' mornin'. Nottin' ever upset her fo' +long; God bless her."</p> + +<p>The old woman's voice grew very gentle and +Beverly, who had been smiling over the childish +reminiscences, grew suddenly grave. But Mammy +was a cheerful soul, and she did not intend +to sadden the young people's visit.</p> + +<p>"Well, de Lord has his reasons, I s'pose," she +said, with a sigh, "but dey does seem hard to +make out sometimes. Jes' 'scuse me one minute; +I got some hot ones on de fiah."</p> + +<p>When Marjorie and Beverly had eaten so many<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span> +waffles that they felt as though they should not +require anything more in the way of food for +days, Mammy reluctantly desisted from her +hospitable efforts to force another plateful upon +her visitors, and the hospitably entertained young +people rose to go.</p> + +<p>"I've had a lovely time," declared Marjorie, +heartily. "It was dear of you to let me come, +Mammy; I shall never forget it."</p> + +<p>"Any frien' of de Randolph fam'ly is always +welcome to my cabin," said Mammy, with the +air of a queen dispensing hospitality to her subjects. +"Would you like to see de fam'ly pictures +'fo' you go?"</p> + +<p>Marjorie said she would like nothing better, +and while Beverly went out to untie the horses, +she followed Mammy into her tiny bedroom, +the walls of which were literally covered with +photographs.</p> + +<p>"Dis," announced Mammy, pausing in the +doorway, and pointing to a gentleman in uniform, +"is Mas'r Will Randolph, Mas'r Bev'ly's +gran'father, took in de clothes he wore when he +went to de wah. Dis lady is his wife, de mis' +Randolph dat brought up my maw; a gran' lady +she was too. Dis is Mas'r Bev'ly's father when +he went away to school, jes after de wah was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span> +over. Dis one is Mas'r Bev'ly's maw in her +first ball dress. Dat's Mas'r Bev'ly when he was +a baby, and here's Miss Babs in her fust short +clothes. Over on dis side is Mas'r Bev'ly when +he was seven, and dis is—oh, good Lordie, +Missy, whatever is de matter?"</p> + +<p>Marjorie—who had been following Mammy +from one photograph to another, with amused +interest—had suddenly uttered a sharp cry of +astonishment, and was staring blankly at the photograph +of a girl of twelve, which was occupying +the place of honor over Mammy's bed.</p> + +<p>"Who—who is that?" she gasped, seizing +the old woman's arm, and beginning to tremble +with excitement.</p> + +<p>"Dat Miss Babs, took jes' 'fo' she went away +to Californy," said Mammy, sadly. "Land +sakes, Missy! What is it? You jes' sit right +down heah, an' I'll go call Mas'r Bev'ly."</p> + +<p>When Beverly appeared in answer to Mammy's +hasty summons, he found Marjorie ghastly +white, and shaking from head to foot.</p> + +<p>"Good gracious, Marjorie!" exclaimed the +boy, springing to her side, "what's the matter? +Don't you feel well—is it the waffles?"</p> + +<p>"It's—it's Undine!" faltered Marjorie, with +shaking lips, and she pointed to the photograph<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span> +on which her eyes still rested, in a wild, incredulous +stare.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 320px;"> +<img src="images/i-004.jpg" width="320" height="500" alt=""Land Sakes, Missy! What is it?"—Page 283." title="" /> +<span class="caption">"<span class='smcap'>Land Sakes, Missy! What is it?</span>"—Page 283.</span> +</div> + +<p>"'Undine,'" repeated Beverly, stupidly, "who +is Undine? That is the picture of my sister +Barbara."</p> + +<p>"It's Undine," repeated Marjorie, with obstinate +persistence; "it's exactly like her; I would +know her anywhere."</p> + +<p>"But who is Undine? I never even heard of +her?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, you did; I told you about her once, and +you said I mustn't mention her to your mother, +because she was hurt in the earthquake. We +called her Undine, because she couldn't remember +her real name, or anything that happened +to her before the earthquake. That's her photograph, +Beverly, I tell you it is—it is!"</p> + +<p>Beverly had grown very pale, but he made +a great effort at self-control.</p> + +<p>"Don't talk nonsense, Marjorie," he said, almost +angrily; "I tell you that is my sister's photograph. +I can show you another just like it +at home."</p> + +<p>"Beverly," cried Marjorie, clasping her hands, +and speaking in a tone of sudden conviction, "I +am not talking nonsense. That is the picture of +the girl who has been at the ranch since last<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span> +August. She was found in the street just after +the earthquake, half buried under some ruins. +She was unconscious, and they took her to a +hospital. She has never been able to remember +anything about herself since. Your sister was +in the earthquake, too; you think she was killed, +but perhaps—oh, Beverly dear, let us go home +quick, and tell your uncle all about it."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph was in the library reading. +Twice she had put down her book, and gone to +the window to look out. It was growing dark, +and had begun to snow.</p> + +<p>"How late they are," she said to herself, with +an anxious glance at the clock. "They ought +to be back by this time, but I suppose they have +stayed listening to Mammy's stories, and forgotten +the time."</p> + +<p>She sat down again by the fire, and took up +her book. But she was feeling restless and +nervous that afternoon, though she could not +have told why, and after reading a page, she +closed the book again.</p> + +<p>"I wish they would come," she said, impatiently. +"No one knows what may have happened; +they may never have reached Mammy's +cabin. I think I will go and speak to George. +He will laugh at me for worrying, but that will<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span> +be better than sitting here by myself. There's +the clock striking six; they should have been in +an hour ago."</p> + +<p>She rose, and was moving towards the door +when she heard an approaching footstep, and in +another moment her brother-in-law himself came +into the room.</p> + +<p>"I was just coming to look for you, George," +she said; "I am getting a little anxious about +the children."</p> + +<p>"The children are all right," said the doctor, +quietly, sinking into the arm-chair by the fire; +"they came in half an hour ago, and have gone +to their rooms. Marjorie was feeling a little +upset, and I advised her to go and lie down till +dinner-time."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph turned towards the door again.</p> + +<p>"I think I will go and see if there is anything +I can do for her," she said. "It isn't like Marjorie +to give up; I'm afraid she isn't well."</p> + +<p>But Dr. Randolph held out a detaining hand.</p> + +<p>"Sit down, Barbara," he said, "I want to talk +to you. There is nothing the matter with Marjorie +or Beverly either. They have had a long +ride, and stopped at Mammy's for waffles. I +want to ask you a favor. I have just received +some important news, which will necessitate my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span> +going West at once, and I want you to let Beverly +go with me."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph was very much surprised.</p> + +<p>"But, George dear," she remonstrated gently, +"college begins again on Monday—do you +think it wise to take the boy away just now?"</p> + +<p>"I shall not be gone more than a week, and +I want Beverly for company. He has never seen +much of his own country, and this trip to Arizona +will do him an immense amount of good. +As for college, a few days more or less won't +make any material difference, and he can make +up for lost time when he gets back."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph still looked doubtful, but the +doctor was Beverly's guardian, and since her +husband's death she had been accustomed to depend +upon his judgment and advice. So instead +of arguing the point, she only said:</p> + +<p>"Of course he may go if you think best, +George, only it does seem foolish to take him +away so soon again after his holidays."</p> + +<p>"I do think it best, Barbara," said the doctor, +decidedly. "I want the boy with me very much. +I must start as soon as possible. Do you think +you could persuade Emma Patterson to go home +with you and Marjorie to-morrow, and stay till +Beverly and I come back?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I can try," said Mrs. Randolph, who was still +unconvinced of the wisdom of this sudden whim +of her brother-in-law's, and a little uneasy as +well. "Emma has promised to visit us later; +perhaps she would be willing to come now instead. +You know, George dear, I never ask you +about your cases, but this seems so very sudden—are +you going to see a patient?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said the doctor, quietly. "I may be +able to tell you more about the case when I come +back, but I cannot now."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph regarded him anxiously.</p> + +<p>"I am afraid you are not well, George," she +said, "you are dreadfully pale. Is that why +you don't want to take this long journey alone?"</p> + +<p>"Not exactly. I am perfectly well, but—well, +the fact is, this may prove a very trying +business, and I want the boy with me."</p> + +<p>"Then you shall certainly have him," said Mrs. +Randolph, with decision. "Have you spoken to +Beverly on the subject?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and he is most anxious to go. Now I +must make arrangements about accommodations +on the train, for I want to be off early in the +morning, if possible. Wouldn't it be a good idea +to telephone Emma Patterson at once, and see<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span> +if she can be ready to go with you and Marjorie?"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph stood for a moment, looking +after her brother-in-law as he left the room.</p> + +<p>"There is something wrong," she said: "I +never saw George so agitated before. I wish I +knew what it was, but doctors don't like to be +questioned. I hate to have Beverly lose a whole +week of college, but if his uncle needs him, I +have nothing more to say." And, with a resigned +sigh, she went away to telephone to her +cousin, Mrs. Patterson.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XXI</h2> + +<h3>UNDINE REMEMBERS</h3> + +<div class='poem'> +"'A Highland laddie lives over the lea;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A laddie both noble and gallant and free,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Who loved a lassie as noble as he—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A bonnie sweet lassie; the maid of Dundee.'"</span><br /> +</div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Graham</span> glanced up from her sewing, +with a smile.</p> + +<p>"What a sweet voice that child has," she said; +"with training I believe she would sing remarkably +well."</p> + +<p>"I love to hear her singing about the house," +said Miss Jessie, also pausing to listen to the +clear young voice; "I wonder where she learned +all those old songs. I remember that ballad, but +I haven't heard it since I was a child."</p> + +<p>"She probably picks them up from Jim," Mrs. +Graham suggested; "he is always singing about +the place."</p> + +<p>"I don't think I ever heard Jim sing this +one," said Miss Jessie, reflectively. "Susie, I +do wish we could find out something about the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span> +child's family. I feel sure she has been brought +up among people of refinement."</p> + +<p>"She is a very attractive girl," Mrs. Graham +agreed, "but if she has relatives it seems incredible +that they should never have made the +slightest effort to find her. Donald and I were +talking about her last night. He thinks that +any relatives she had must have been killed in +the earthquake. It seems the only explanation. +There is nothing for us to do but wait patiently +in the hope that Undine may some time be able +to tell us everything herself. I confess I should +be very sorry to part with her; she has been a +great help and comfort since Marjorie went +away."</p> + +<p>"She has indeed," said Miss Jessie, heartily. +"I have grown very fond of her, and I think +she cares for us, too. We should have another +letter from Marjorie by this time."</p> + +<p>"Yes, Jim has gone for the mail; he may +bring one this afternoon. It does my heart good +to know the dear child is having such a happy +holiday. I would like to write and thank Mrs. +Randolph for all her kindness to Marjorie; she +must be a lovely woman."</p> + +<p>"I am sure she is, and the son must be a nice +boy, too, judging from what Marjorie says. Our<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span> +little girl has made some good friends, as I felt +sure she would."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Graham rose, and began folding up her +work.</p> + +<p>"I must go to the kitchen to look after +Juanita," she said. "It is a lovely afternoon. +Why don't you get Undine to wheel you out in +the sun for an hour?"</p> + +<p>"I think I will," said Miss Jessie, with a glance +out of the windows at the cloudless sky and brilliant +winter sunshine. "Ah, here comes Undine. +Undine dear, I think I will go out for a little +while."</p> + +<p>The bright-faced, rosy-cheeked girl who entered +the room at this moment was a very different +being from the pale, timid, little waif of four +months earlier. She had grown at least two +inches, and the clothes which had hung loosely +about her in her first days at the ranch had now +become a tight fit. At Miss Jessie's request she +smiled, and came hurrying to the side of her +kind friend.</p> + +<p>"It's a glorious day," she said; "it makes +one happy just to be alive. I've had such a +wonderful ride. I went as far as the railroad, +and saw the West Bound pass; it was two hours +late. I'll get your warm coat and some wraps<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span> +and we'll sit behind the playhouse. You won't +feel the wind there, and it will be heavenly."</p> + +<p>"Undine," said Miss Graham suddenly, when +the two were comfortably established in one of +their favorite nooks; the invalid in her chair, and +her companion on a rug spread on the ground; +"where did you learn the song I heard you singing +when you came in from your ride just now?"</p> + +<p>"I forget which it was," said Undine, looking +puzzled. "Oh, yes, I remember—'A Highland +Laddie Lived over the Lea.' I don't know +where I learned it—isn't it one of Jim's songs?"</p> + +<p>"I don't think so, dear, but we can ask him. +I never heard you sing it before."</p> + +<p>Something of the old, troubled, far-away look +crept into Undine's face.</p> + +<p>"I don't know how I remember things," she +said, slowly; "they just come into my head +sometimes. Now that I think of it, I don't believe +I have ever heard Jim sing that song. I +must have heard it somewhere, though."</p> + +<p>Miss Graham said nothing, and there was a +short pause, which Undine broke.</p> + +<p>"You and Mrs. Graham don't like to have +me talk about the things I can't remember," she +said, a little wistfully.</p> + +<p>"Only because we don't want you to distress<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span> +yourself and try to force your brain. I have +always told you I was sure the memory would +come back some day."</p> + +<p>"I think it is coming soon," said Undine, +softly. "I keep having dreams. I dreamt of +my mother last night."</p> + +<p>There was a quiver in the girl's voice, and +Miss Jessie leaned forward and laid a kind hand +on her shoulder.</p> + +<p>"Tell me about it, dear," she said, gently.</p> + +<p>Undine drew a deep breath that was almost a +sob.</p> + +<p>"It was a beautiful dream," she said. "My +mother and I were in a dear little room, all furnished +in pink and white. I don't know where +it was, but it seemed quite familiar in the dream. +I was unhappy about something, and my mother +kissed me, and put her arms round me. She +had such a dear, beautiful face. Oh, Miss +Jessie, do you suppose my poor mother was +killed in that dreadful earthquake?"</p> + +<p>"My dear little girl, we cannot possibly know +that; we must have patience. Have you had +other dreams?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. The other night I dreamt I was playing +with a boy in a swamp. There was a black +woman in the dream, too; she scolded us, but I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span> +wasn't a bit afraid of her. Do you think perhaps +they were people I used to know?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know, dear; it may be possible, but +you mustn't let these things worry you. You +are happy here with us, are you not?"</p> + +<p>"Happy!" cried the girl, with sparkling eyes, +"I never expected to be so happy anywhere. As +long as I live I shall never forget all you and +Mr. and Mrs. Graham have done for me, but I +can't help wanting to remember."</p> + +<p>"Of course you can't; that is quite natural. +We all want you to remember, too, but we must +have patience. The more you strain your brain, +the longer it may take for the memory to come +back. You have been a great comfort to us +since Marjorie went away; I told her so in my last +letter."</p> + +<p>"I am so glad," said Undine, smiling. "I +promised Marjorie I would try, but of course I +knew I could never take her place. Oh, Miss +Jessie, you said I might read Marjorie's last letter. +It came when I was out, you know, and I +didn't hear you read it to Mrs. Graham."</p> + +<p>"So I did, I am glad you reminded me, for +I had forgotten all about it. It was written from +the place in Virginia where she has been spending +the holidays, and tells all about their Christmas<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span> +festivities. It is in the right-hand drawer of +my desk—you may read it whenever you like."</p> + +<p>Undine glanced at the book in Miss Graham's +lap.</p> + +<p>"If you don't want me for anything, and are +going to stay here for a while, I think I will go +and read it now," she said; "I love Marjorie's +letters."</p> + +<p>"Very well, dear; I want to finish this book +before we begin the one we are going to read +together. It won't take me more than fifteen +minutes."</p> + +<p>Undine scrambled to her feet.</p> + +<p>"All right," she said; "I'll be back before +that. Oh, Miss Jessie, isn't the air glorious to-day? +It makes me feel so happy and excited; +just as if something were going to happen."</p> + +<p>Undine tripped away to the house, and Miss +Graham, as she opened her book, heard the clear +young voice singing:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"'A Highland laddie lives over the lea;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A laddie both noble and gallant and free.'"</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The song died away in the distance, and Miss +Jessie became absorbed in her story. It was +very still, and not a sound came to disturb her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span> +until she had turned the last page. Then she +closed the book, and looked up in surprise.</p> + +<p>"How long Undine takes to read that letter!" +she said to herself, in some surprise.</p> + +<p>Another ten minutes slipped away, but Miss +Jessie was accustomed to waiting patiently—she +had done little else for the past eight years.</p> + +<p>"Susie must have kept the child for something," +she decided, and settled comfortably back +in her chair to await Undine's return.</p> + +<p>But it was not like her sister-in-law to detain +Undine without sending some explanation; +neither was it like the girl to remain away so +long. At the end of another ten minutes Miss +Jessie began to be a little curious.</p> + +<p>"What can be the matter?" she said uneasily, +her thoughts reverting to a possible accident to +her brother, who had gone to try some new +horses that afternoon. "I think I'll wheel myself +back to the house and find out."</p> + +<p>But at that moment she caught sight of her +sister-in-law coming towards her across the lawn. +Mrs. Graham was looking cheerful and serene +as usual, and carried some sewing in her hand.</p> + +<p>"I thought I would come and join you," she +said, as soon as she was within speaking distance.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span> +"It's much too lovely to stay in doors. Where's +Undine?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know," said Miss Jessie, "I thought +she was with you. She went in half an hour +ago, to read Marjorie's last letter, which I had +forgotten to show her, and hasn't come back +since."</p> + +<p>"I haven't seen her," said Mrs. Graham, looking +a little annoyed, "but then I have been in +the kitchen with Juanita. Undine ought not to +go off like this, and leave you alone so long."</p> + +<p>"She never did such a thing before," said Miss +Jessie, anxiously. "I wish you would go and +see where she is, Susie."</p> + +<p>"Oh, she is all right, I am sure," Mrs. Graham +maintained, but she turned back towards +the house, nevertheless, for it had also occurred +to her that it was unlike Undine to neglect her +duty.</p> + +<p>There was not a sound to be heard when Mrs. +Graham reached the house and although she +called Undine several times, she received no +answer.</p> + +<p>"Where can the child be?" she said, beginning +to feel a little frightened, and she hurried to Undine's +room. The door was open, and her first +impression was that the room was empty. She<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span> +was turning away again, more and more puzzled +by the girl's mysterious disappearance, when her +eye was caught by a heap of something white +lying on the floor by the window, and in another +moment she had hurried forward, with an exclamation +of dismay, and was bending over Undine, +who lay, white and unconscious on the floor, +with Marjorie's letter clasped convulsively in +her hand.</p> + +<p>When Undine opened her eyes she was lying +on her bed, and Mrs. Graham was bathing her +forehead, while the faithful Juanita plied a palm-leaf +fan and held a bottle of smelling-salts to +her nose. For a moment the girl gazed about +her in a kind of dull bewilderment; then a look +of recollection came into her eyes, and she started +up, with a sharp cry.</p> + +<p>"I'm not dead, I'm not dead! Oh, tell them +it isn't true! I'm not; I'm not!"</p> + +<p>"Lie down, dear," said Mrs. Graham in a tone +of gentle authority. "Of course you are not +dead; you fainted, that is all. You are better +now, and if you lie still for a few minutes you +will be all right."</p> + +<p>"But the letter said I was dead," persisted +Undine, wildly, and she fixed her big, terrified +eyes on Mrs. Graham's astonished face. "It<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span> +said Barbara Randolph was dead, and her mother +put flowers on her grave."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Graham was beginning to be seriously +alarmed for the girl's reason, but she made an +effort to appear calm.</p> + +<p>"My dear child," she said, soothingly, "you +don't know what you are saying. Barbara Randolph +is the daughter of the lady with whom +Marjorie has been staying; she died long ago; +she had nothing to do with you."</p> + +<p>"But she didn't die, I know she didn't!" cried +Undine, sitting up, despite all Mrs. Graham's efforts +to keep her quiet. "I knew it when I read +the letter. For one minute I remembered something +horrible. I don't remember it any more +now, but I was so frightened, and—oh, Mrs. +Graham, I was so terribly frightened!" And +the poor child burst into a fit of wild, hysterical +sobbing, and clung passionately to her kind +friend's neck.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>Miss Jessie pushed her wheeled-chair out onto +the porch, and strained her eyes in the gathering +dusk, in the vain hope of seeing some approaching +figure. Fortunately the January evening was +warm, but even if it had been cold she would +scarcely have been aware of the fact. She was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span> +very anxious, and this long suspense of waiting +was hard to bear. It was more than two hours +since Undine had regained consciousness, and in +all that time the girl had scarcely uttered an intelligible +word. She had passed from one hysterical +fit into another, and Mrs. Graham and +Juanita were at their wits' end. For almost the +first time in twelve years Miss Jessie realized the +awful loneliness of their lives. "Donald must +surely be back soon," she told herself, trying to +be patient, "and Jim will be here with the mail +before long. Oh, that poor child—what can it +all mean?"</p> + +<p>There was a slight sound behind her, and Mrs. +Graham, too, stepped out on the porch. She was +looking pale and distressed.</p> + +<p>"How is she now?" Miss Jessie whispered, +anxiously.</p> + +<p>"I think she has fallen into a doze; she must +be quite exhausted, poor child. She has had a +terrible shock of some kind."</p> + +<p>"Do you think it can have been caused by +anything in Marjorie's letter? She must have +been reading it when she fainted."</p> + +<p>"I don't know what to think," said Mrs. Graham, +clasping her hands nervously. "She spoke +of that Randolph girl—the little girl who<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[302]</a></span> +was killed in the earthquake, you know. Oh, +Jessie, you don't suppose—" Mrs. Graham did +not finish her sentence, but the two women +looked at each other in the dusk, and both their +faces were pale and startled.</p> + +<p>"I must go back," said Mrs. Graham in a +hurried whisper; "I dare not leave her long. +When she wakes she may remember; I think her +memory is coming back. I am afraid you will +take cold out here."</p> + +<p>"I am not cold, but I will come in soon. I +am waiting for Donald and Jim. I must warn +them not to speak loud; it might startle her +again."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Graham made no further objection, but +went back into the house and Miss Jessie folded +her hands and waited.</p> + +<p>Five, ten minutes passed, and then came the +sound of distant hoofs. With a sigh of intense +relief, Miss Jessie sent the wheeled-chair gliding +smoothly off the porch, and across the lawn. The +hoof-beats drew nearer, and now she heard +voices. Was it her brother or Jim, and who +were the others, for she distinctly heard more +than one voice?</p> + +<p>"Is it you, Donald?" she called, and in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span> +still, clear air, her voice was audible an eighth of +a mile away.</p> + +<p>"No, Miss, it ain't Mr. Graham, it's me," +came the answer in Jim's well-known voice. +"I've got some folks with me."</p> + +<p>Miss Jessie waited in silence while the hoofs +and voices drew nearer. It was no uncommon +thing for strangers to stop at the ranch, where +they were always sure of a hospitable reception +and a night's lodging. She was glad Jim was +not alone. Perhaps the visitors, whoever they +were, might be able to help, but how she could +not imagine. It was nearly dark, and the first +few stars were beginning to glimmer in the evening +sky.</p> + +<p>The horses were very near now, and she could +distinguish three figures, one was Jim Hathaway, +the other two were strangers.</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon, Madame." It was the +elder of the two strangers who spoke; he had +sprung from his horse, and taken off his hat. +Even in the dim light Miss Jessie could see that +he was a gentleman. His companion she noticed +was much younger, scarcely more than a boy indeed, +and he, too, was regarding her with eager, +questioning eyes.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I must introduce myself," the gentleman +went on, courteously. "I think you may have +heard Marjorie speak of me. I am Dr. Randolph, +and this is my nephew Beverly."</p> + +<p>Miss Jessie gave a little joyful cry, and held +out both hands.</p> + +<p>"Is it about Undine?" she whispered breathlessly. +"Have you come for her, and is it really +true that the child is your niece?"</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>It was some time before Undine awoke from +the heavy sleep of exhaustion into which she had +fallen. She opened her eyes, gazed about her +vaguely, and murmured, "Mother! I want +Mother."</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear, I know," said Mrs. Graham, softly +kissing the girl's hot forehead. "Your mother +isn't here, but she is safe and well, and you shall +go to her very soon."</p> + +<p>Undine smiled faintly, and then a troubled +look came into her face.</p> + +<p>"I forgot her," she said, dreamily, "I forgot +my mother for a long time, but I remember now, +and I want her—oh, I want her." And she +stretched out her arms in helpless longing.</p> + +<p>Then Mrs. Graham moved aside, and some one +else bent over her.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Babs," said a low, tremulous voice, "Babs +darling, don't you know me? It's Beverly."</p> + +<p>With a great cry of joy Undine started up, and +in another second she was clinging convulsively +round her brother's neck.</p> + +<p>"Beverly," she sobbed, "oh, Beverly, I remember; +I remember everything. It's all come +back; poor Aunt Helen, that dreadful, dreadful +time! You thought I was dead, and you and +Mother put flowers on my grave; but I wasn't +dead, I had only forgotten. Hold me, Beverly, +hold me tight; I'm so afraid I'm going to forget +again."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XXII</h2> + +<h3>UNDINE TELLS HER STORY</h3> + + +<p><span class="smcap">But</span> Undine did not forget again, although +it was some time before she was able to give any +coherent account of what she could remember. +Indeed, she was in such a feverish, hysterical +condition, that Dr. Randolph would not allow any +attempt at questioning her that night.</p> + +<p>"She has had a terrible shock, poor child," +he said to Mrs. Graham. "The reading of that +letter must have brought everything back with +a rush and the knowledge that she had been +mourned as dead for nearly three years was almost +more than she could bear. But she is +young and strong, and a good night's sleep will +do wonders for her. When I think of what we +owe to you and your—" The doctor's voice +broke suddenly, and he impulsively held out his +hand.</p> + +<p>"I think our obligations are mutual," said +Mrs. Graham, smiling, though there were tears +in her eyes. "According to Marjorie's last letter,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span> +you and Mrs. Randolph have been making +our little girl very happy, while your niece has +been a great comfort to us. It is all so strange +and wonderful that I can scarcely realize yet that +it isn't a dream."</p> + +<p>It was pitiful to see Undine cling to her +brother; she could not bear to have him out of +her sight for a moment, and Beverly himself, +almost stunned by the great shock of the discovery +that Undine and Barbara were really one +and the same, coming at the end of four days of +almost unendurable suspense, could do little beyond +hovering over his sister, in joy and thankfulness +too deep for words.</p> + +<p>"Does Mother know, Beverly?" Undine whispered, +late that evening, when the two were alone +together.</p> + +<p>"No, Babs, she doesn't know yet, but we are +going to take you home just as soon as we can. +We couldn't let Mother even suspect until we +were sure ourselves. Marjorie was certain she +recognized your photograph, but Uncle George +and I couldn't believe it was true; it seemed so +impossible."</p> + +<p>"Poor, poor Mother," sighed Undine; "oh, +Beverly, how unhappy she must have been!"</p> + +<p>"Don't talk about it, Babs; you know Uncle<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span> +George doesn't want you to talk. You must try +to go to sleep, so as to be able to start for home +as soon as possible."</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid to go to sleep," protested Undine, +feverishly. "Perhaps when I wake I shall have +forgotten everything again. Oh, Beverly, don't +let me forget again."</p> + +<p>"Of course we won't let you," said Beverly, +putting a strong arm around her, protectingly. +"You are quite safe now, you know, Babs darling, +Uncle George and I are here, and we're +going to take you home to Mother."</p> + +<p>Undine breathed a deep sigh of relief, as she +nestled in her brother's arms, and when she fell +asleep at last it was with Beverly's hand clasped +fast in hers.</p> + +<p>But after a long night's sleep, and a joyful +waking, to find that she had not forgotten again, +Undine was quite a different creature, and during +the morning that followed she was able to +give her uncle and brother a fairly clear account +of her adventures.</p> + +<p>"I remember it all quite well now," she said. +"Aunt Helen was ill that night, and she said she +would have the maid sleep in her room, in case +she might need something. I slept in the maid's +room, which was just across the hall. I was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span> +very tired, and I think I must have gone to sleep +as soon as I was in bed, for I don't remember +anything until I woke hearing a terrible noise. +The whole hotel seemed to be rocking, and I saw +some of the things on the bureau fall over, and +a picture came down off the wall. I think I was +too frightened to move, for I lay quite still, +thinking every minute that Aunt Helen would +come and tell me what had happened. In a few +moments the shaking stopped and then I heard +people screaming and running about in the halls.</p> + +<p>"Aunt Helen didn't come, or the maid either, +and at last I got up, and went to look for them. +I was in my nightgown and bare feet, but I was +too frightened to stop to put any clothes on. I +ran out into the hall, intending to go to Aunt +Helen's room, but something frightful had happened; +there wasn't any room, only a great pile +of bricks and mortar, and I heard people say +one of the chimneys had fallen in. Oh, it was +terrible—I can't talk about it!" And the poor +child began to shiver convulsively.</p> + +<p>"Never mind about that part of the story, +dear," Dr. Randolph said, soothingly, while +Beverly put his arm round her.</p> + +<p>"I called and called to Aunt Helen," Undine +went on in a voice scarcely above a whisper,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span> +"but nobody answered, and then the house began +to shake again and people screamed that the +walls were falling.</p> + +<p>"The next thing I remember is being out in +the street. I don't know how I got there, but +I was running along in my bare feet, in the midst +of a great crowd. I don't know how far I ran +or where I went. I think I must have been +crazed with fright. I tried to speak to people, +but nobody took any notice of me. I heard them +saying there had been a terrible earthquake, and +that the whole city had been destroyed. At last +I got very tired, and I think I must have been +faint too, for everything grew black, and I was +so cold. I remember going inside a doorway, +and thinking I would rest there for a few minutes, +and then the stone must have fallen on my +head, for I don't remember anything more till I +woke up in the hospital, and didn't even know +my name."</p> + +<p>"Of course it must have been the poor maid +who was killed," said Beverly. "We never +dreamed of that, because we felt so sure you and +Aunt Helen had roomed together. But Babs +dear, did you never remember anything at all—not +even the least little thing?"</p> + +<p>Undine shook her head.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I used to have little gleams of memory sometimes," +she said, "but they were gone again in +a minute. I had one the first time I heard Jim +sing 'Mandalay,' and for one second I think I +almost remembered you, Beverly. Another time +I almost remembered was when Mrs. Graham +was reading a letter from Marjorie, in which she +mentioned your name for the first time. I kept +saying 'Randolph, Randolph' over and over to +myself for a long time, but after the first minute +the words didn't seem to mean anything to me. +It wasn't till yesterday when I read that letter, +and saw all your names together—Mother's and +yours, and Uncle George's and then that part +about going to Barbara's grave—that it all +came back with a rush, and I was so frightened +that I fainted."</p> + +<p>Later in the day Undine—or Barbara, as I +suppose we must call her now—had a long talk +with her uncle. Dr. Randolph had insisted on +Beverly's going out for a walk. The boy was +utterly worn out from excitement and suspense, +and his uncle feared he would be really ill if +precautions were not taken. So he was sent off +for a long tramp over the ranch with Mr. Graham, +and the doctor sat down by his little niece's +bedside, and tried to draw her thoughts away<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span> +from painful memories, by talking of Marjorie, +and of her own life on the ranch.</p> + +<p>"They have all been so good to me here, Uncle +George," Barbara said, the grateful tears starting +to her eyes. "If you could have seen me +when I first came! I am sure I looked like a +tramp, and I was so miserable I didn't care much +what became of me. I don't think many people +would have believed my crazy story, but they +took me right in without a word, and have +treated me just as if I belonged to them ever +since. Aren't Mrs. Graham and Miss Jessie +lovely?"</p> + +<p>"They are indeed," said the doctor, heartily. +"We owe them a debt of gratitude that can never +be repaid. Miss Graham has one of the sweetest +faces I have ever seen. Has she been a cripple +all her life?"</p> + +<p>Barbara caught her breath as a sudden recollection +flashed into her mind.</p> + +<p>"Uncle George," she cried excitedly, "aren't +you a great surgeon?"</p> + +<p>"I am a surgeon certainly," said her uncle, +smiling, "but I don't know just what you would +call a great one; why do you want to know?"</p> + +<p>"Because," said Barbara, clasping her hands, +and regarding the doctor with shining eyes,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span> +"now Marjorie can have her wish—the thing +she wants more than anything else in the world, +and that she and I have been praying for all +winter."</p> + +<p>And in a few rapid words she told the story of +Miss Graham's accident, and of Marjorie's hopes.</p> + +<p>Dr. Randolph said nothing, but he looked much +interested, and when Beverly returned from his +walk, he left the brother and sister together, and +went in quest of Mrs. Graham, with whom he +had a long talk. Then Miss Jessie was taken +into their confidence, and all through the long +afternoon Barbara and Beverly waited in eager +anxiety for their uncle's return.</p> + +<p>Mr. Graham was obliged to ride some distance +to another ranch that afternoon, in order to see +a man on business, and it was late in the evening +when he returned, and found his old classmate +waiting for him on the porch.</p> + +<p>"Well, and how are things going?" he inquired +cheerfully, when Jim had taken away his +horse. "I trust our little friend is better."</p> + +<p>"She is much better, thank you," Dr. Randolph +answered. "She is fast recovering from +the shock, and I hope we may be able to start for +home by the day after to-morrow. Her mother +must be told as soon as possible, and Barbara herself<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span> +can scarcely wait to get home. I am going +to make arrangements to leave on the first available +train for the East and—Graham, I want +to ask you a favor."</p> + +<p>"I am sure I shall be glad to do anything in +my power," Mr. Graham said, smiling; "what +is it?"</p> + +<p>"I want you to let me take your wife and +sister back to New York with us."</p> + +<p>"My wife and sister!" repeated Mr. Graham +in amazement. "Why, my dear boy, my poor +sister hasn't left her wheeled-chair for eight +years. I am sure that she could not stand such +a journey."</p> + +<p>"I think she could," said the doctor, quietly. +"I should take a compartment for her, of course, +and she could lie down during the whole trip. +As for the drive to the station, I think that could +also be managed without much discomfort. She +tells me she often takes fairly long drives with +you and your wife. Barbara is still very much +shaken, and will need a woman's care on the +journey. Your wife can be of great assistance +to us, and as to your sister—well, the fact is, +Graham, I made an examination this afternoon, +with her and Mrs. Graham's consent, and I see +no reason why an operation cannot be performed.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a></span> +I can't promise an absolute cure, but I have +strong hopes."</p> + +<p>Mr. Graham did not speak, but he grasped +his old friend's hand in gratitude too deep for +words, and the doctor went away well satisfied, +to carry the good news to his niece and nephew.</p> + +<p>"Oh, how happy Marjorie will be!" cried +Barbara, with sparkling eyes. "When she +wrote me that she had met a great surgeon, but +would never have the courage to speak to him +about her aunt, how little either of us dreamed—oh, +what a wonderful, beautiful thing it all is! +To think that in five days I shall be with Mother. +You don't think the shock will make her ill, do +you, Uncle George?"</p> + +<p>"I hope not, dear, but we must be very careful +how the news is broken to her. Now I want +Beverly to go to bed, and you must try to sleep, +too, Barbara, for you will need all your strength +for the journey, and the meeting with your +mother."</p> + +<p>But it was a long time before Barbara fell +asleep that night. Old memories were trooping +back thick and fast, and there was so much that +was happy as well as sad to remember. She +breathed more than one little prayer of thankfulness +to the dear Heavenly Father, who had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span> +watched over her through all her trials and +dangers, and brought her back at last to home +and friends. And when sleep came at last, it +was a peaceful, refreshing sleep, untroubled by +feverish dreams.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIII</h2> + +<h3>BREAKING THE NEWS</h3> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Do</span> sit down, Marjorie; you haven't been +still for five minutes since luncheon." Elsie +spoke in a tone of weary exasperation, as she +laid down the book she had been trying to read, +and regarded her cousin's flushed cheeks and +sparkling eyes, with a half amused, half annoyed +expression.</p> + +<p>Marjorie laughed nervously.</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry I've been so restless," she said, +"but how can I help it. Just think, they'll be +here this very day, and Mrs. Randolph doesn't +know a single thing yet."</p> + +<p>"Of course I know it's the most exciting +thing that ever happened," Elsie admitted, with +resignation, "but one can't help getting tired +even of exciting things when one has heard of +nothing else for a whole week. It will be a week +to-morrow since you got that telegram, and I +don't believe you've thought of another thing +since."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I don't believe I have," agreed Marjorie, +"but then how could I? Oh, Elsie, I'm so +happy when I think it has all come about through +my recognizing that photograph! Just suppose +Beverly and I hadn't gone to Mammy's cabin +that afternoon. I might never have seen a picture +of Barbara, and the Randolphs might never +have known."</p> + +<p>"I wonder how they are going to break the +news to Mrs. Randolph," remarked Elsie, without +heeding her cousin's last observation. "I +should think it would be dreadfully dangerous; +the shock might kill her."</p> + +<p>Marjorie's bright face clouded.</p> + +<p>"I can't help worrying about it," she said, +"but I am sure Dr. Randolph will find a way of +doing it. It's wonderful to see her so calm, just +doing every-day things, and talking as if nothing +unusual were happening, when we are all so +excited and nervous."</p> + +<p>"I really don't see how you managed to keep +her from suspecting when you were on the way +home," said Elsie; "I'm afraid I should have let +out something without intending to."</p> + +<p>"I couldn't do that," said Marjorie, gravely. +"Think how terrible it would have been if Mrs. +Randolph had hoped and then been disappointed.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[319]</a></span> +I was sure myself, but neither Dr. Randolph nor +Beverly believed it could be true. I shall never +forget that last evening in Virginia. Beverly and +I were both almost ill from excitement, and yet +we had to act just as if nothing unusual had happened. +Fortunately the doctor and Beverly were +to start the first thing in the morning, so we all +went to bed early. I don't believe any of us slept +a wink; I know I didn't. The day on the train +wasn't quite so bad, because Mrs. Patterson was +with us, and she hadn't been told anything, and +could be natural without trying. I pretended to +be very much interested in a book, so as not to +have to talk much, but I couldn't tell you what it +was about. And all the time Mrs. Randolph was +just as sweet and calm as possible, and worried +about me because my hands were cold, and I +couldn't eat."</p> + +<p>"I think you were very plucky," said Elsie.</p> + +<p>The bright color rushed into Marjorie's cheeks; +this was the first compliment Elsie had ever paid +her.</p> + +<p>"I wasn't at all plucky," she said, modestly; +"any one else would have done the same thing. +I'm glad you think I was, though, for I do want +you to like me."</p> + +<p>"Of course I like you," said Elsie, reddening<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[320]</a></span> +in her turn. "There's the door-bell; I wonder if +it's Mamma."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps it's a letter," cried Marjorie, springing +to her feet; "I ought to have a letter from +home to-day. I haven't heard a word since that +little note from Aunt Jessie the morning after +Barbara was found."</p> + +<p>But it was not a letter. Neither was it Mrs. +Carleton, who had gone driving with a friend. +In a moment the faithful Hortense appeared with +a message.</p> + +<p>"Madame Randolph has sent to inquire if +Mademoiselle Marjorie will come to her apartment +for a short time. Her friend has been +obliged to go out, and she is alone."</p> + +<p>Marjorie clasped her hands in dismay, and +turned a little pale.</p> + +<p>"Send word you're very busy, and can't possibly +come," suggested Elsie. But Marjorie +shook her head.</p> + +<p>"I shall have to go," she said, with a little +gasp. "Mrs. Randolph has been so good to me; +she would think it so strange if I didn't come +when she sent for me. Say I will be there in a +few minutes, Hortense."</p> + +<p>"You really are a wonder, Marjorie," remarked +Elsie, with involuntary admiration, as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[321]</a></span> +Hortense left the room with the message. "I'm +sure I should never be able to do it."</p> + +<p>"Yes, you would," said Marjorie, smiling +and without another word she followed Hortense +out of the room.</p> + +<p>Marjorie's heart was beating very fast when +she rang Mrs. Randolph's bell five minutes later, +but when that lady herself opened the door, and +greeted her guest with her usual serene cheerfulness, +the girl pulled herself together with a +mighty effort, and her friend noticed nothing unusual +in her manner, except that her cheeks were +flushed and her eyes shining.</p> + +<p>"I am so glad you could come this afternoon," +Mrs. Randolph said, leading the way to the sitting-room. +"I haven't seen you for days, and +was beginning to feel quite neglected." She +spoke playfully, but Marjorie felt the gentle reproach +in her tone, and her heart beat faster than +ever.</p> + +<p>"Indeed I didn't mean to neglect you," she +said, eagerly, "but—but you see I have had a +good deal to do since I came home; school began +on Monday."</p> + +<p>"I understand, dear," said Mrs. Randolph, +smiling, "and I am not blaming you in the least, +but I have missed you very much."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[322]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You have had Mrs. Patterson," said Marjorie, +as she took the seat her friend indicated beside +her on the sofa.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, and she has been a great comfort, +for I have missed Beverly terribly. He and the +doctor will be at home this afternoon, you know."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Marjorie; "Mrs. Patterson told +us at luncheon. She said you had a headache; I +hope it's better."</p> + +<p>"Much better, thank you, dear. I didn't come +down to luncheon because I wanted to be quite +bright and well this evening when Beverly is +here. This is always a rather sad day for me; it +is my little Barbara's birthday."</p> + +<p>Marjorie's heart gave one big jump, and began +throbbing so fast she could scarcely breathe. +She could not have spoken had her life depended +on it, but fortunately Mrs. Randolph did not appear +to expect an answer.</p> + +<p>"My little girl would have been fifteen to-day," +she said, sadly. "It seems hard to realize; +she was such a child when she went away. I +have missed Beverly so much to-day; he and I +always talk of Barbara on her birthday."</p> + +<p>"Would you like to talk to me about her, Mrs. +Randolph?" said Marjorie, in a voice that was +scarcely above a whisper.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[323]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I should like it very much. Indeed, that is +why I sent for you. Mrs. Patterson has gone +out. I offered to go with her, but she said she +had some important business to attend to, and +would rather go alone. I am afraid something +is troubling her, and she doesn't want to worry +me about it."</p> + +<p>Marjorie, who knew that Mrs. Patterson had +gone to the station to meet the travelers, in answer +to an urgent telegram from Dr. Randolph, +said nothing. Mrs. Patterson, being a nervous, +excitable little woman, had been purposely kept +in ignorance of the real reason of her cousins' +Western trip, and it was in order to break the +news to her that the doctor had wired her to meet +him at the station, and to say nothing on the subject +of her errand to Mrs. Randolph. Consequently, +the poor little lady had been filled by apprehensions +of something dreadful having happened +to one or both of the travelers, and had +departed in a state of perturbation well calculated +to arouse Mrs. Randolph's suspicions that something +was troubling her.</p> + +<p>There was a moment's pause, and then Mrs. +Randolph went on.</p> + +<p>"I never talk of my little girl to strangers—it +is all too sacred for that—but you are not a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[324]</a></span> +stranger any more. I have loved you dearly ever +since we stood together at my Barbara's grave, +and you showed me by your silent sympathy how +well you understood."</p> + +<p>Marjorie could not speak, but she took her +friend's hand, and stroked it softly, while Mrs. +Randolph went on, calmly, though with a quiver +in her voice:</p> + +<p>"I used to try to make the children's birthdays +as happy as possible; I thought they would be +pleasant memories for them when they were +older. Even the year after my husband died, +when my heart was very sad, I wanted them to +have a merry time. Little children's lives should +never be saddened. I think you would have +loved my little girl, Marjorie; she was very +sweet."</p> + +<p>"I know I should," said Marjorie, with a sob, +that was half hysterical.</p> + +<p>"I am afraid she was a sad rogue sometimes," +said Mrs. Randolph, smiling; "Beverly and I +often laugh even now over the memory of some +of her pranks. I want him to remember all the +bright, pleasant things, and not dwell too much +on the sadness."</p> + +<p>"Mammy told me about some of Barbara's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[325]</a></span> +pranks," said Marjorie, "she showed me her +photograph, too."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph unfastened a small gold locket +from a chain she always wore about her neck, +and opened it. Inside was the miniature of a +merry-faced girl of twelve—the same face that +had looked at Marjorie from the photograph in +Mammy's cabin.</p> + +<p>"That was taken only a few weeks before my +little girl went away," she said. "She was just +twelve then. I suppose she would look older +now, but I can never think of Babs as growing +up."</p> + +<p>Then Marjorie had an inspiration. How it +came she never knew, but she had yielded to it before +giving herself time to think.</p> + +<p>"That picture reminds me of some one I +know," she said, and the moment the words were +out she would have given everything she possessed +to have left them unsaid.</p> + +<p>"Who is it?" Mrs. Randolph asked, her eyes +still resting lovingly on the face of the miniature.</p> + +<p>"A girl who has been at my home since last +summer," said Marjorie, who was beginning to +feel cold and sick with excitement and apprehension, +but was determined to go on now that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[326]</a></span> +she had begun. "She came to the ranch one +day all by herself. She had walked all the way +from the railroad. It was a very strange case; +she had had an accident, and forgotten everything +about herself, even her own name."</p> + +<p>"Forgotten her name!" said Mrs. Randolph, +incredulously. "What a curious thing—are +you sure her story was true?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, quite sure. She was such a dear +girl, we couldn't doubt her. Besides Father +wrote to the people she had lived with since her +accident, and they said everything Undine had +told us was true. We called her Undine because +it was pretty, and we didn't know her real name."</p> + +<p>"Poor child," said Mrs. Randolph, closing the +miniature as she spoke. "Has she never remembered +anything about herself since?"</p> + +<p>"She hadn't a week ago," said Marjorie, wondering +how her shaking lips formed the words, +"but perhaps she may some time. Oh, Mrs. +Randolph, suppose she should remember, and it +should turn out that she had relatives—brothers +and sisters, and—and perhaps a mother, who +had been mourning her as dead! Can you think +how her mother would feel? Can you even imagine +it, Mrs. Randolph?"</p> + +<p>"I think such joy would be more than any<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[327]</a></span> +mother could bear," said Mrs. Randolph, softly. +"But such strange, romantic things don't often +happen in this world, Marjorie dear. The poor +child's mother is probably dead, or she would +have found her long ago. How did the accident +happen?"</p> + +<p>Marjorie gave a great gasp.</p> + +<p>"We—we are not quite sure," she said. +"Undine says the people at the hospital told her +a stone must have fallen on her head. She was +found in San Francisco under some ruins, after—after +the earthquake."</p> + +<p>"After the earthquake," repeated Mrs. Randolph +in a strange, startled tone, and she grew +suddenly pale. "Oh, poor, poor child! At least +my little Barbara was spared those horrors. Why +have you never told me about this girl before, +Marjorie?"</p> + +<p>"Because Beverly said it made you sad to have +any one speak of the earthquake, and I couldn't +have told Undine's story without mentioning it. +It was dreadful, of course, but she was saved. +Think of it, Mrs. Randolph, she was saved, and +perhaps some time—" poor Marjorie's over-strained +nerves gave way, and she burst into +tears.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Randolph had grown very white; she was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[328]</a></span> +trembling, too, but she laid a firm hand on the +girl's shoulder.</p> + +<p>"Marjorie," she cried sharply, "what does this +mean? Why are you telling me all this? Something +has happened, I know it has—oh, Marjorie, +for God's sake tell me what it is! My little +girl is dead; they brought her home to me, +though they would not let me see her dear face. +Marjorie, why do you cry so? You must tell me +at once, do you hear? I say at once."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mrs. Randolph, darling Mrs. Randolph, +it isn't anything sad, indeed it isn't," sobbed Marjorie, +with her arms about her friend's neck. +"It's something beautiful; more beautiful and +wonderful than you can ever imagine. I can't say +any more, but Beverly will be here very soon, and +he will tell you. Try to think of the very greatest +joy that could possibly come to any one, +and perhaps you will begin to have an idea what +it is."</p> + +<p>Marjorie paused, conscious of the fact that +some one had entered the room. In their excitement +neither she nor Mrs. Randolph had noticed +the opening of the door, or the sound of an approaching +footstep. But now as she lifted her +face from her friend's shoulder, Marjorie saw +two figures standing on the threshold; they were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[329]</a></span> +Dr. Randolph and Beverly. At the same moment +Mrs. Randolph also recognized them, and held +out her arms to her son.</p> + +<p>"Beverly," she cried, "tell me what it is! +You know, I see it in your face. Oh, Beverly, +my darling, it isn't—it can't be news of Barbara?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Mother, it is!" cried the boy, gathering +her in his strong arms. "Can you bear a great +shock, Mother—a great joyful shock?—because +if you can, Uncle George and I have something +to tell you."</p> + +<p>Marjorie waited for no more; such scenes were +not for other eyes to see or other ears to hear. +With a bound, she was out of the room, and flying +across the corridor. In her flight she darted +by two other figures without even seeing them; a +trembling, white-faced girl clinging nervously to +an older woman, whose face was scarcely less +white than her own. She had but one thought: +to reach her room before the burst of hysterical +excitement completely overpowered her. A frantic +ring at the Carletons' bell, and then the door +was thrown open, and she was clinging to some +one—presumably Hortense—crying and laughing +both together.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Hortense, Hortense," she wailed, "I've<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[330]</a></span> +told her, and they've come! You don't think the +shock will kill her, do you?"</p> + +<p>But it was not Hortense who answered, or +who held the hysterical child in loving, motherly +arms.</p> + +<p>"Marjorie, my dear little Marjorie, don't +tremble so! Everything will be all right, my +darling, I know it will, and here are Aunt Jessie +and I come all the way from Arizona to give you +a big surprise."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[331]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIV</h2> + +<h3>MARJORIE HAS HER WISH</h3> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Marjorie</span> declared afterwards that she was +sure that was the happiest moment of her life, +but at the time the joyful surprise, coming so +soon after the nervous strain of the past hour, +proved almost too much for her, and she could +do nothing for some time but hold her mother +tight, and cry as if her heart would break.</p> + +<p>"It's the one thing I've been wishing for every +day, and praying for every night since I came to +New York," Marjorie said to her aunt, late that +evening, when Miss Graham was in bed, and her +niece was sitting beside her, holding her hand. +"But I never dared hope it would really happen, +even when I knew Dr. Randolph had gone to Arizona. +We were all so excited about Barbara; it +didn't seem as if he or Beverly would be able to +think of anything else."</p> + +<p>"It was all Undine's doing," said Miss Jessie, +smiling. She was looking pale and tired, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[332]</a></span> +very happy and Marjorie gazed at her aunt, with +shining eyes.</p> + +<p>"You know it was Undine who told her uncle +about my accident," the invalid went on. "Dr. +Randolph made an examination, and he hopes +that I may be much helped by an operation. He +is going to bring another surgeon to see me to-morrow, +and if they agree in their opinion, I am +to go to a hospital."</p> + +<p>Miss Graham spoke cheerfully, but there was a +slight tremor in her voice, and Marjorie grew +suddenly grave. They were both silent for a +moment, and then Marjorie said:</p> + +<p>"Isn't Beverly a dear, and don't you like Dr. +Randolph ever so much, too?"</p> + +<p>"I do indeed," said Miss Jessie, heartily. "I +shall never forget their kindness during that long +journey. As for Undine, she could not have +been more devoted to me if she had been my own +little niece. It has been a wonderful experience, +Marjorie; I never expected to see the East +again."</p> + +<p>Marjorie bent and kissed her.</p> + +<p>"Beautiful things do happen in the world as +well as sad ones, don't they?" she said, softly. +"When I think of you and Mother being here, +and of Mrs. Randolph having found her Barbara,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[333]</a></span> +my heart is so full it seems as if it must +surely burst. Here comes Mother; perhaps she +will be able to tell us how Mrs. Randolph has +borne the shock."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Graham's news was most reassuring.</p> + +<p>"I have seen Beverly," she said, "and he says +his mother is quite calm now. At first they were +anxious about her, but only for a little while. +Beverly says his uncle thinks it was a fortunate +thing you were able to prepare her a little before +they came, Marjorie; otherwise it would have +been more difficult to break the news to her."</p> + +<p>Marjorie gave a long sigh of relief.</p> + +<p>"I'm so glad it wasn't wrong," she said. "I +was horribly frightened after I had begun, but +when Mrs. Randolph showed me that picture, it +came to me all at once to tell her about Undine. +I thought that if she heard of one girl who was +saved from the earthquake, she might be able to +believe that another girl was saved, too."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Graham and Miss Jessie both smiled, and +then Mrs. Graham said she must obey the doctor's +instructions, and see that her sister-in-law was +kept quiet, and went to sleep early.</p> + +<p>Marjorie and her mother had a long talk that +night, after Aunt Jessie was asleep, and the girl +opened her heart as she had not done since leaving<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[334]</a></span> +home, and Mrs. Graham learned of many +things that she had not been told in letters.</p> + +<p>"I think Elsie really does like me now," finished +Marjorie, when she had told of the many +heartaches caused by the fear that her cousin did +not like her. "She has been very sweet since I +came back from Virginia, and just as kind and +sympathetic as she could be."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Graham looked pleased.</p> + +<p>"Elsie has been spoiled," she said, "but I believe +she has the right stuff in her, after all. I +am glad you have told me all these things, dear, +although I understand your reasons for not writing +them. You have had a harder time than I +suspected, but I don't think it has done you any +harm. Do you know, Marjorie, I am inclined to +be rather proud of my little girl?"</p> + +<p>Those last words of her mother's filled Marjorie's +cup to the brim, and I doubt if in all the +great city that night, there were two happier beings +than she and Barbara Randolph.</p> + +<p>But it was not all happiness for Marjorie during +the next few days. There followed hours of +keen anxiety about Aunt Jessie, and for a time +she forgot everything else while she waited in suspense +for the verdict of the two great surgeons.</p> + +<p>It was on an afternoon three days later, that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[335]</a></span> +she and Barbara sat together in the Randolphs' +parlor, waiting for the news, which was to tell +them whether Jessie Graham was to go through +life a helpless cripple, or be restored to health and +strength once more. The day before she had +been taken to a private hospital, and the girls +knew that an operation was to be performed that +afternoon. They were alone, for Mrs. Graham +was with her sister-in-law, and Mrs. Randolph—almost +as anxious as the others—had gone to +the hospital for news, promising to return as soon +as possible. So Marjorie and Barbara sat together +side by side on the sofa, holding each +other's hands, and waiting in almost breathless +suspense.</p> + +<p>"Mother will be sure to let us know just as +soon as there's anything to tell," whispered Barbara, +anxious to cheer her friend. "She says +Uncle George told her he was very hopeful."</p> + +<p>"I know," said Marjorie, "he told us all so, +but I can't help being frightened when I think of +all it means to Aunt Jessie. She doesn't say +much, but I know how she must feel. Just think +how we would feel if we hadn't walked a step for +more than eight years."</p> + +<p>"Where is your cousin this afternoon?" inquired +Barbara, by way of changing the subject.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[336]</a></span> +She was almost as anxious as Marjorie, but she +had been living at high pressure for so long, it +was a relief to get down to commonplaces.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," said Marjorie; "she was going +out, but it rained so hard Aunt Julia wouldn't +let her go, on account of her cold. Aunt Julia is +very fussy about colds."</p> + +<p>"Don't you think she would like to come in +here with us?" suggested Barbara. "She may +be lonely all by herself."</p> + +<p>"I don't believe she is lonely," said Marjorie, +doubtfully, "but if you think she might like to +come—"</p> + +<p>A ring at the door-bell brought Marjorie's sentence +to an abrupt end, and both girls sprang to +their feet.</p> + +<p>"I'll see who it is," said Barbara; "it may be +a message from Mother." And she flew to open +the door, while Marjorie sank back in her seat, +feeling suddenly cold and sick with fear.</p> + +<p>But it was not a message from Mrs. Randolph; +it was Elsie.</p> + +<p>"I just came to ask if you had heard anything +yet," she said, looking rather embarrassed, as she +noticed the expression of disappointment on Barbara's +face.</p> + +<p>"No, we haven't," Barbara answered; "we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[337]</a></span> +thought it might be a message when we heard the +bell. Won't you come in?"</p> + +<p>Elsie hesitated.</p> + +<p>"Do you really want me?" she asked, doubtfully; +"I thought perhaps you would rather be +by yourselves."</p> + +<p>"Of course we want you," declared Barbara, +heartily, while Marjorie—in the background—gave +a little gasp of astonishment. Such humility +from the proud Elsie was something that had +never entered her imagination.</p> + +<p>Elsie made no remark, but she came in, and +followed Barbara to the sitting-room, where Marjorie +smiled a welcome which appeared to set her +cousin more at her ease.</p> + +<p>"I am sure you must be almost as anxious as +we are," said Barbara, "though of course you +don't know Miss Jessie as well. No one could +help loving her."</p> + +<p>"No, they couldn't," agreed Elsie, in a rather +low voice, and then she walked over to the window, +and stood with her back to the others, looking +out at the falling rain.</p> + +<p>Nobody talked much during the next half-hour. +Marjorie and Barbara both had lumps in +their throats, and words did not come easily. +Elsie, too, was unusually silent. There was another<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[338]</a></span> +little excitement when the bell rang again, +and Beverly came in. Beverly had been through +a great deal during the past two weeks, but boys +of eighteen cannot live on high pressure for very +long without a reaction setting in. Beverly was +a very natural, healthy-minded boy, and the reaction +in his case took the form of unusually high +spirits.</p> + +<p>"Don't all have such long faces," he remarked, +cheerfully, surveying the solemn little +group. "Just make up your minds everything is +coming out all right, and you'll see it will. I've +got more faith in Uncle George than in any other +surgeon in the country. Think of what he did +for that English boy we met at the Bells'."</p> + +<p>"I know Uncle George is wonderful," said +Barbara, a trifle more hopeful, "but even he may +not be able to cure everybody. You would be +just as anxious as Marjorie and I, Beverly, if you +knew dear Miss Jessie as well as we do."</p> + +<p>"I didn't say I wasn't anxious. I only said +I didn't see any use in such long faces before you +know whether there was anything to be mournful +about. How do you do, Miss Elsie? I haven't +seen you in a week of Sundays."</p> + +<p>In his present exuberant spirits, Beverly was +quite ready to forget past unpleasantness, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[339]</a></span> +Elsie had not forgotten, as her heightened color +and embarrassed manner plainly showed.</p> + +<p>Beverly went to the piano, and began playing +rag-time, with the cheerful desire of raising the +drooping spirits of the party. He proposed they +should sing college songs, but nobody felt inclined +for singing and the attempt proved a dismal +failure.</p> + +<p>"What a very uncomfortable thing suspense +is," remarked Barbara, as the clock struck five.</p> + +<p>"You would say so if you had been through +the suspense Marjorie and I have," her brother +said. "We know something of what suspense +means, don't we, Marjorie?"</p> + +<p>"Indeed we do," said Marjorie, rousing herself +from present anxieties with an effort. "Oh, +Beverly, those awful days when you and your +uncle were on your way to Arizona, and I +couldn't be absolutely sure I hadn't made a mistake +about that photo after all. Suppose I had +been mistaken, and you had had that terrible disappointment!"</p> + +<p>"Well, you were not mistaken, you see," broke +in Beverly, who felt that the recollection of those +days was still too vivid to bear discussion. +"Come and sit by me, Babs," and he made room +for his sister on the piano stool.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[340]</a></span></p> + +<p>But all suspense, however long, must come to +an end at last, and just as the clock was striking +half past five, there was another ring at the bell, +followed by a simultaneous rush to the door. +Only Marjorie remained behind. Until that moment +she had scarcely realized how great her anxiety +was, and her knees shook so that she could +not rise from her chair. She heard all the others +talking at once, apparently asking some question, +and then Mrs. Randolph's voice, but she could not +hear her words.</p> + +<p>"Marjorie, Marjorie, where are you?" cried +Barbara joyfully; "here's Mother!"</p> + +<p>"I'm here," said Marjorie, faintly, and the +next moment Mrs. Randolph was beside her, +holding both her cold hands. Marjorie's eyes +asked the question her lips refused to form, and +Mrs. Randolph bent and kissed her.</p> + +<p>"Marjorie dear," she said in a voice that was +not quite steady, though she was smiling, "your +mother wanted me to tell you that the operation +is over, and that Dr. Randolph feels almost certain +it has been successful."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[341]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER XXV</h2> + +<h3>ELSIE REDEEMS HERSELF</h3> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Do</span> you know, Aunt Jessie, that to-morrow +will be the first of May? It's nearly four months +since you and Mother came to New York."</p> + +<p>Miss Graham was leaning back in a comfortable +arm-chair by an open window, through +which the bright spring sunshine was pouring, +flooding every corner of the pleasant hotel bedroom. +She was still looking rather frail and delicate, +but there was an expression of hope and joy +in her face, that had never been there in the old +days at the ranch. A crutch stood at her side, +but there was no wheeled-chair to be seen. At +Marjorie's words she looked round with a smile.</p> + +<p>"Time has certainly flown," she said. "Have +you had a pleasant ride?"</p> + +<p>"It was glorious. Beverly and I had a +splendid gallop. I hope you enjoyed your drive."</p> + +<p>"Yes, it was lovely," said Miss Jessie, secretly +thinking that Marjorie had grown very pretty +lately. She looked so well in her perfectly fitting<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[342]</a></span> +riding habit, with her rosy cheeks and sparkling +eyes. "I wasn't at all tired when I came home +either, which Dr. Randolph considers a distinct +gain. He says I am one of his star patients. +Have you finished your lessons for to-morrow?"</p> + +<p>"Haven't any; it's Saturday, you know. I +shall have plenty of time to study between now +and Monday. I came to have a little chat with +you before I dress. I'm going out this evening, +you remember. It's the last meeting of the Club, +and quite an important occasion. The Bells are +sailing for Europe to-morrow, and Lulu is our +president."</p> + +<p>"I thought you wrote me that Elsie was elected +president," said Miss Graham, who seldom forgot +anything Marjorie told her.</p> + +<p>"She was at first," said Marjorie, hoping her +aunt would not notice her suddenly heightened +color. She drew a low chair to Miss Jessie's +side, and settled herself for a comfortable chat.</p> + +<p>"Why did she give it up?" Miss Graham inquired, +with interest.</p> + +<p>"I—I don't exactly know. It was after I +came back from Virginia and Barbara came +home. She said she would rather not be president +any more, and asked Lulu to take her +place."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[343]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I like Elsie," said Miss Jessie. "She is very +clever, and has been rather spoiled in consequence, +but there is much that is fine about her. +She will make a noble woman, I am sure."</p> + +<p>Marjorie looked pleased.</p> + +<p>"Elsie likes you," she said, "and I don't think +she is really fond of many people. She hasn't +nearly as many friends as most of the girls at +school have, but I love her dearly, and so does +Babs."</p> + +<p>"I had a letter from your father this afternoon," +Miss Jessie said, after a little pause; "I +am keeping it for you to read. He says things +are looking up at the ranch, and he is hoping for +a better season than last. He thinks he may possibly +be able to come East for us himself next +month. I do hope he can, for it would be such +a treat for him."</p> + +<p>"I suppose he is thankful to get Mother back," +said Marjorie, "but, oh, how we do miss her, +don't we, Aunt Jessie?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, indeed, but it wouldn't have been fair +to have kept her any longer when she was so +anxious to get home to your father. After all, +she had a good long rest, and your father declares +she is looking ten years younger in consequence."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[344]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What a wonderful winter it has been," said +Marjorie, reflectively, resting her knee against +her aunt's knee. "When I left home last October, +how little any of us dreamed of all the +strange, beautiful things that were going to happen. +Those first weeks were pretty hard; I was +a good deal more homesick than I let any of you +know, but I knew everybody meant to be kind +and I did try hard to make the best of things. +Then came the Randolphs' invitation to spend the +holidays in Virginia, and the wonderful discovery +about Undine. And then—as if that wasn't +happiness enough—Dr. Randolph saw you, and +brought you and Mother back to New York with +him. The operation was pretty dreadful, but +ever since Dr. Randolph told us he was sure it +had been a success, everything has been simply +heavenly."</p> + +<p>Miss Jessie said nothing, but softly stroked +Marjorie's hair, and there was such a look of joy +in her eyes, that the girl could not help being +struck by it.</p> + +<p>"Aunt Jessie," she said, laughing, "do you +know, I never realized before how young you are. +I used to think of you as quite a middle-aged +lady, but I don't know how it is, you look different +now somehow—almost like a girl."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[345]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I was twenty-nine last week," said Miss Jessie, +smiling; "I suppose twenty-nine may seem +middle-aged to fifteen."</p> + +<p>"But it doesn't," protested Marjorie; "not a +bit; I think I must have been a goose ever to have +thought such a thing. Beverly calls you a perfect +trump, and he wouldn't say that about any +one he considered middle-aged; it wouldn't be respectful."</p> + +<p>"I am very much obliged to Beverly for his +good opinion," said Miss Jessie, laughing and +blushing in such a very girlish manner that her +niece regarded her in growing astonishment.</p> + +<p>"I believe it's the thought of being well and +strong again that has made all the difference," +she said. "Oh, Aunt Jessie darling, think of it, +you'll never have to sit in that dreadful wheeled-chair +again! What walks and rides we'll have +together. Are you sure Dr. Randolph will let +you go back to the ranch in June?"</p> + +<p>"He says I shall be quite strong enough for +the journey by that time," Miss Graham answered, +but she did not meet Marjorie's direct +gaze as she spoke. "I feel that I ought not to +trespass on the Randolphs' hospitality any longer +than is necessary. Think of what they have done +for me, Marjorie. First all those weeks at the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[346]</a></span> +hospital, and then insisting on my coming here, +and all of it just because we were kind to Undine."</p> + +<p>"I don't think that is the only reason," said +Marjorie, eagerly. "That was the beginning of +it, of course, but now they all love you for yourself. +Babs says her mother loves you dearly, +and she and Beverly were both so pleased because +you said they might call you 'Aunt Jessie.' As +for the doctor, I'm sure he likes you ever so +much."</p> + +<p>"There's some one at the door; go and see who +it is, Marjorie."</p> + +<p>Marjorie rose obediently, wondering what could +have possibly caused her aunt's sudden embarrassment, +and when she returned she was followed +by Barbara, who had also dropped in for +a little chat, Miss Jessie's room being a favorite +rendezvous with all the young people.</p> + +<p>"Well, and what have you been doing this +afternoon?" Miss Graham asked pleasantly, as +Barbara settled herself for a comfortable half-hour.</p> + +<p>"I went for a walk with Elsie and Hortense. +We had a nice time, but I don't think Elsie felt +very well, she was so quiet. I asked her if her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[347]</a></span> +head ached, and she said no, but I'm afraid it +did."</p> + +<p>"I don't think Elsie has seemed quite like herself +for several days," said Miss Jessie, a little +anxiously. "Perhaps she is studying too hard; +her mother tells me she is so very ambitious."</p> + +<p>Neither of the girls had any explanation to +suggest, and they all chatted on pleasantly on +various subjects until it was time to go away and +dress for dinner. Barbara was also going to the +Club that evening, having been admitted as a +guest of honor some months before. Indeed, she +was quite the heroine of the hour, for the romantic +story had quickly spread from friends and +acquaintances to strangers, and she had even been +written about in several newspapers, a circumstance +which had filled the breasts of some other +girls with envy. For several weeks there was +not a girl in the city so much talked about as +Barbara Randolph, the child who had been +mourned as dead by her family for nearly three +years, and then reappeared under conditions sufficiently +interesting and romantic to fill the pages +of a thrilling story-book. The Randolphs disliked +the publicity, but Barbara was pursued by +reporters and photographers until Beverly lost<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[348]</a></span> +his temper, and positively refused to allow any +member of the family to grant another interview.</p> + +<p>"How does it feel to know that everybody in +New York is talking about you, and all the papers +asking for your picture?" Elsie had asked one +day, to which Barbara had answered, with a +laugh:</p> + +<p>"I don't know that I have any particular feelings +about it. I am too happy at being at home +again with Mother and Beverly to care for anything +else in the world."</p> + +<p>Elsie was nowhere to be seen when Marjorie +returned to her uncle's apartment, and the cousins +did not meet till they were both dressed for the +evening, and had joined Mr. and Mrs. Carleton +in the drawing-room. Then Mrs. Carleton's first +words were an anxious question.</p> + +<p>"Are you sure you are feeling quite well this +evening, Elsie darling? You are very pale."</p> + +<p>"Of course I'm all right," said Elsie, crossly. +"I do wish you wouldn't fuss so much about me, +Mamma."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Carleton sighed.</p> + +<p>"I am sure I don't intend to fuss," she said, +plaintively, "but how can I help worrying when +I see you looking so badly, especially when you +will insist on studying so hard?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[349]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Nonsense," said Mr. Carleton, looking up +from his evening paper, with a frown. "I have +looked over Elsie's lessons, and there is nothing +wrong there. She isn't studying any harder than +a healthy girl of her age should. What's the +matter, Elsie—don't you feel quite up to the +mark?"</p> + +<p>He spoke kindly, but his tone was a trifle impatient, +and before Elsie could reply, her mother +began again.</p> + +<p>"She won't tell you; she insists there is nothing +the matter, but she has not looked like herself +for days. If she isn't better to-morrow I shall +have the doctor see her, and give her a tonic."</p> + +<p>Mr. Carleton threw down his newspaper.</p> + +<p>"My dear Julia," he said, "I believe you consider +a tonic a cure for every evil in the world. +The girls are ready, so let us go down to dinner, +and see if Elsie doesn't make up for her loss of +appetite at luncheon."</p> + +<p>But Elsie did not make up for her lack of appetite +at luncheon. She toyed with her food, and +her color changed so often, from white to red, +and back to white again, that by the time dinner +was over even her father began to look at her +curiously. But when Mrs. Carleton suggested +that she should not go to Gertie Rossiter's, where<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[350]</a></span> +the Club was to be held that evening, she protested +that she was perfectly well, and was so decided +in her determination to go, that, as usual, +she had her way.</p> + +<p>The meeting was at eight, and Marjorie and +Elsie were obliged to hurry away from the dinner +table to join the two Randolphs, as the four +were to go together in the Carletons' carriage.</p> + +<p>"Uncle George says we might have had his +car as well as not," remarked Barbara, as they +took their seats in the carriage. "He has come +to spend the evening with Mother and Aunt Jessie, +and won't need it."</p> + +<p>"Your uncle is very generous with his car," +said Marjorie, innocently. "He lent it to your +mother and Aunt Jessie this afternoon, you know, +and Aunt Jessie said they had a beautiful ride."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Uncle George would do anything in the +world for Aunt Jessie," remarked Barbara, at +which her brother smiled a rather mischievous +smile, but said nothing.</p> + +<p>There was an unusually large gathering of the +Club that evening, in honor of the president, who, +with her family, was to sail for Europe the following +day. As it was a gala occasion, no sewing +was to be done, and the boys were invited to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[351]</a></span> +come with the girls, and devote the evening to +dancing and games.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid our sewing really hasn't amounted +to very much," Winifred Hamilton remarked ruefully. +"Mother says she's afraid the Blind +Babies would be badly off if they had to depend +upon us for clothes, but we've had an awfully +jolly winter, and I'm sorry it's over, aren't you, +Mr. Randolph?"</p> + +<p>"Well, summer is pretty jolly, too, you know," +answered Beverly, smiling. "I sha'n't be sorry +to have vacation begin. We are going abroad as +soon as college closes."</p> + +<p>"How nice," said Winifred, looking interested; +"perhaps you'll meet the Bells. They expect +to stay over till October. I really don't +know how I shall manage to get on so long without +Lulu."</p> + +<p>"Why don't you go, too?" Beverly asked, +good-naturedly.</p> + +<p>"I should love to, but I couldn't leave Mother. +Dr. Bell offered to take me, and Father and +Mother said I might go if I liked, but I couldn't +make up my mind to leave them. Perhaps some +day we shall go ourselves," finished Winifred, +trying to look hopeful.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[352]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I'll let you into a little secret if you'll promise +not to tell," said Beverly, who had a genuine liking +for Winifred, despite the fact that she was +"young for her age." "My mother is very anxious +to have Marjorie go with us, provided her +parents will consent. Miss Graham thinks they +will, and Mother has written to ask them before +speaking to Marjorie herself. Mind you don't +tell, for it's a great secret. Even Babs doesn't +know, for she and Marjorie are such chums she +would be sure to let something out. Hello! +what's up? Lulu is going to make a speech."</p> + +<p>There was a sudden hush as Lulu, with Elsie +at her side, stepped forward, and rapped sharply +on the table, to call the club to order.</p> + +<p>"Ladies and gentlemen," she began in what +the girls called "her presidential tone," "I didn't +expect to have any regular meeting this evening, +but Miss Elsie Carleton has an announcement to +make, and has asked me to tell you she would like +to speak. As you all know Miss Carleton was +your president until she resigned in favor of another, +I am sure you will all be pleased to hear +what she has to say. Go ahead, Elsie; everybody's +listening."</p> + +<p>All eyes were turned in surprise upon Elsie, as +she stood before them, very pale, but with a look<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[353]</a></span> +of settled determination on her face. Twice she +tried to speak, and stopped, and they could all see +that she was very nervous. Then the words +came, very low, but sufficiently audible to reach +every ear in the room.</p> + +<p>"Girls," she began, looking straight before her, +and clasping and unclasping her hands as she +spoke, "girls and boys, too, for I want you all +to hear. I have a confession to make. It's about +something that happened at the first meeting of +this Club—the night we were all initiated. +That poem I wrote—some of you thought it was +the best, and you made me president—it—it +wasn't original; I learned it when I was a little +girl, but I thought nobody would recognize it. +I didn't mean to cheat at first, but I couldn't +make up anything that I thought was good +enough, and I hated to have the other poems better +than mine. I haven't anything more to say +except that I've been ashamed of myself ever +since, and I can't have you go on thinking me +cleverer than I am, any longer." And then, +without waiting to note the effect of her startling +announcement, Elsie turned and fled.</p> + +<p>Marjorie and Barbara found her upstairs in +the dressing-room, crying as if her heart would +break. Neither of them said a word, but Marjorie<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[354]</a></span> +put her arms round her cousin's neck and +hugged her.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 317px;"> +<img src="images/i-005.jpg" width="317" height="500" alt=""It Takes a Lot of Pluck to Get up and Say a Thing like that."—Page 355." title="" /> +<span class="caption">"<span class='smcap'>It Takes a Lot of Pluck to Get up and Say a Thing like that.</span>"—Page 355.</span> +</div> + +<p>"What are they saying about me?" whispered +Elsie, burying her face on Marjorie's shoulder. +"Do they all despise me?"</p> + +<p>"Not a bit of it," declared Marjorie, reassuringly. +"They're all saying how plucky it was of +you to confess. Lulu says she never liked you so +much before in her life. As for me, I'm so +proud of you I don't know what to do. Oh, Elsie +darling, I'm so glad you did it!"</p> + +<p>"It was you who made me do it," sobbed +Elsie, clinging to her cousin. "You were so +splendid about it all. You knew, and yet you +never told any one, not even Papa when he was +provoked with you, because you wouldn't explain +what the trouble between us was. Your brother +knew too, Babs, and he has never said a word, +but I know how he has despised me. I've despised +myself too—oh, how I have despised myself! +I've been selfish and conceited all my life, +and I didn't care much, but one can't help feeling +mean and ashamed beside girls like you, and +brave, wonderful women like Aunt Jessie. I +don't believe I've got one real friend in the +world."</p> + +<p>"You've got lots," protested Marjorie and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[355]</a></span> +Barbara both together. "Just come downstairs +and see if you haven't."</p> + +<p>It was a very quiet, subdued Elsie who reëntered +the drawing-room, escorted by her two +staunch friends, but the welcome she received +was such that, before the evening was over, she +found herself able to smile, and take a passing +interest in life once more. Elsie had many +faults, but she was not a bad girl, and she had +learned a lesson that would last her all her life. +One of the first to approach her and hold out his +hand, was Beverly Randolph.</p> + +<p>"You're a trump, Elsie," he said, in his blunt, +boyish way. "It takes a lot of pluck to get up +and say a thing like that. Let's shake hands and +be friends." And at that moment Elsie was happier +than she had been in months.</p> + +<p>"I think I'll just stop a minute to say good-night +to Aunt Jessie," remarked Marjorie, as +they were going up to their apartment in the lift. +"I don't believe she has gone to bed yet if Dr. +Randolph is spending the evening. Tell Aunt +Julia I'll be right up, Elsie."</p> + +<p>So Marjorie stepped out of the lift with the +Randolphs, while Elsie went up another floor to +her own apartment. Mrs. Randolph had insisted +that Miss Graham should be her guest on leaving<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[356]</a></span> +the hospital, and one of the most comfortable +rooms in the apartment had been assigned to her.</p> + +<p>It was Mrs. Randolph herself who opened the +door for the young people; she was smiling, and +looked as if she were pleased about something.</p> + +<p>"Has Aunt Jessie gone to bed?" Marjorie +asked.</p> + +<p>"No, dear, she is in the parlor with Uncle +George, and I think she wants to see you."</p> + +<p>Barbara hurried her mother off to her room, to +tell of the events of the evening, and Beverly +followed, at a mysterious signal from Mrs. Randolph, +so Marjorie was the only one to enter the +cozy little parlor, where she found her aunt and +the doctor sitting on the sofa side by side.</p> + +<p>"I just came in for a minute to say good-night," +she began. "I've had a lovely evening, +and—and—" here Marjorie paused abruptly, +struck by something unusual in the faces of her +two listeners.</p> + +<p>"Is—is anything the matter?" she inquired +anxiously.</p> + +<p>"Do we look as if there were?" inquired the +doctor, and he smiled such a radiant smile that +Marjorie's sudden anxiety melted into thin air.</p> + +<p>"No, not exactly, but Aunt Jessie looks so—so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[357]</a></span> +different. Oh, Aunt Jessie darling, I know +something has happened—is it good news?"</p> + +<p>"The very best news in the world for me," +said the doctor, laughing, while Aunt Jessie drew +her niece into her arms, and hid her smiling, +blushing face on Marjorie's shoulder. "Your +aunt has promised to give me something that I +want more than anything else. Marjorie, do you +think you would like to have me for an uncle?"</p> + +<p>"And that was just the crowning happiness of +all," said Marjorie, when she and Elsie were talking +things over half an hour later. "I thought +I was just as happy as any girl could be before, +but when I saw that look on Aunt Jessie's face, +and thought of all she had suffered, and how +brave she had been, it seemed as if my heart +would burst with gladness. It's just the most +beautiful ending to a beautiful winter."</p> + +<p>"I wish I had done more to make the first part +of the winter happy," said Elsie, with a remorseful +sigh. "I don't see why you didn't hate me, +Marjorie; I'm sure I deserved it."</p> + +<p>"Why, I couldn't," said Marjorie, simply, +"you were my own cousin, you know."</p> + +<p>Elsie went up to her cousin, and put her arms +round her. That was such an unusual proceeding<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[358]</a></span> +from cold, undemonstrative Elsie that Marjorie +was speechless with astonishment.</p> + +<p>"I believe you are the best girl in the world, +Marjorie," she said, unsteadily. "I'm not +worthy of your friendship, but if you will really +love me, and forgive me for all the mean, hateful +things I've done, I will try to deserve it—I will +indeed."</p> + + +<div class='center'>THE END</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[359]</a></span></p> +<h2><span class='u'>DOROTHY BROWN</span></h2> + +<h3>By NINA RHOADES</h3> + + +<div class='center'> +<b>Illustrated by Elizabeth Withington Large 12mo</b><br /> +<b>Cloth $1.50</b><br /> +</div> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 191px;"> +<a href="images/i-ad-1-big.jpg"><img src="images/i-ad-1.jpg" width="191" height="250" alt="Dorothy Brown" title="" /></a> +</div> + +<div class='cap'>THIS is considerably longer than the other +books by this favorite writer, and with a +more elaborate plot, but it has the same winsome +quality throughout. 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