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THE MANOR SCHOOL

by

MRS. L. T. MEADE

Author of "A Bunch of Cherries," "Daddy's Girl," "The Time of Roses,"
"Bad Little Hannah," etc., etc.


[Illustration: Decoration]






The Mershon Company
Rahway, N. J.    New York

Copyright, 1903, by
The Mershon Company




CONTENTS

CHAPTER                                                   PAGE
     I. THE ATTIC OF DESIRE,                                 1

    II. THE MYSTERY,                                         9

   III. A WILD SCHEME,                                      15

    IV. GRANDMOTHER'S DINNER,                               28

     V. CHANGE OF A SOVEREIGN,                              41

    VI. SIX LONG YEARS,                                     49

   VII. "THE REFORMATORY SCHOOL IS THE PUNISHMENT FOR ME,"  57

  VIII. PLAY-ACTING,                                        67

    IX. A NIGHT IN THE SLUMS,                               80

     X. JUDITH FORD,                                        92

    XI. LITTLE PROVIDENCES,                                102

   XII. GOING TO SCHOOL,                                   112

  XIII. THE MANOR SCHOOL,                                  124

   XIV. SCHOOLGIRLS,                                       134

    XV. THE ORDEAL AND THE VICTIM,                         145

   XVI. SUSAN MARSH,                                       158

  XVII. THE BOUDOIRS,                                      169

 XVIII. "I AM AFRAID,"                                     179

   XIX. DAWSON'S BILL,                                     189

    XX. NOBLESSE OBLIGE,                                   197

   XXI. STAR'S PURSE,                                      206

  XXII. THE BOWLING-ALLEY,                                 214

 XXIII. THE RESOLVE OF THE BODYGUARD,                      220

  XXIV. MISS PEACOCK,                                      228

   XXV. THE LETTER,                                        248

  XXVI. THE CLEW TO THE MYSTERY,                           270

 XXVII. GOD'S WILL,                                        293

XXVIII. GOOD NEWS,                                         299

  XXIX. ROSE TO THE RESCUE,                                309

   XXX. A PRISONER IN THE TOOL-HOUSE,                      320

  XXXI. MIDNIGHT AT THE GREENGROCER'S,                     328

 XXXII. THE TRIUMPH OF GOODNESS,                           334




THE MANOR SCHOOL




CHAPTER I

THE ATTIC OF DESIRE


Christian Mitford was thirteen years of age. She was a tall girl with a
pale face, a little pronounced in expression, and quantities of thick,
untidy, very bright fair hair, which had a habit of tumbling in a great
mass over her eyes and round her shoulders. She was supposed to be much
spoilt, and it was well known she had a will of her own.

Christian was an only child. Her home was in a big house in Russell
Square. The house was large enough to have been the abode of princes in
bygone days. It had enormous, lofty rooms, wide halls, great corridors,
spacious landings, and, above all things, charming attics. The attics
were not only very big and very roomy, but they were also not required
for the use of the family at all. In consequence Christian took
possession of them. She had adopted them for her own use when she was
quite a little girl, not more than seven or eight years of age.

It was in the attics that Christian lived her real life. She made
a fairy world for herself, and there she was happy. In the great
front attic, which ran right across the house, she kept her dolls.
Christian had twelve dolls, and they all had special characteristics
and specially interesting histories. The adventures those dolls went
through would have delighted any other little girl; Christian took
these things as a matter of course. If Rosabel, the doll in the blue
frock, would run away at night to live with the gypsies for a long
time, she deserved punishment, and would be treated accordingly. If
Abelard, who was dressed in the costume of an old crusader, would fight
his enemies until he himself was all to pieces, and had to lie in bed
without arms or legs, surely that also was his own fault, and his
punishment served him right. Christian's cheeks used to blaze and her
eyes grow bright as these adventurous dolls went through their career
of naughtiness in her presence. She was so imaginative that she got
herself to believe that they really did these things without any help
from her, and sometimes she would sigh and shake her head and think
herself much to be pitied for having such a fearfully troublesome, not
to say dangerous family to manage.

But the dolls, with their dolls'-house for the respectable members of
the family, and with their forests full of bandits, their crusades,
their land of Palestine, their troubadours for the others, had had
their day. Christian grew old enough to feel the glamour of the dolls
depart. It was ridiculous to suppose that Abelard had really got
that ghastly wound in his side, or that he had really lost his legs,
fighting the Saracens. Yes, the dolls had had their day. But the
fairy tales could be read and lived through, and she herself could be
the heroine of adventure; and what a time she had when she was the
voiceless Mermaid who loved a Prince and for his sake had her tongue
cut out! Or how depressed she was when she acted the Ugly Duckling;
and how she had, as the little Tin Soldier, adored the little Paper
Princess!

But even the fairy-tale stage came to an end, and the history books had
now their turn. Christian was William Tell, and her hand shook as she
fired at the apple. Or she was Joan of Arc in prison, and putting on
her armor when there was no one by to see. Or she was Charlotte Corday
at the moment of her great inspiration. Or, again, she was on the way
to the guillotine as that great hero of fiction, Sidney Carton.

The world knew nothing about Christian. They saw a dull little girl who
flitted through life demurely and never expressed any strong feelings
about anything.

"She is a child without character," her French governess said of
Christian.

"She is a good girl, but she will never play--at least, except in the
ordinary way," her music-master said.

"If she had only a little imagination she would do so much better over
her poetry and history," her English mistress declared.

It was only her dancing-mistress who now and then expressed approval as
Christian flitted about on her small feet, curvetting and curtsying,
bending and bowing, and doing all these things with an inborn grace.

"Ah, that child!" said this discerning person; "has she not the very
essence of poetry--the thing itself?"

But Christian did not even hear her dancing-mistress praise her. She
was accustomed to being found fault with: even her mother only bestowed
faint praise upon her; and as to her father, he scarcely noticed her at
all.

Never mind, her real home was in the front attic. The grown people of
the house had very little idea how much of Christian's time was spent
in this attic. But however cold the weather, Christian never felt it
up there. She would remain in the huge, desolate place hour after
hour, crouching in a corner, her eyes gazing fascinated at the scene
which she had conjured up. Of course, she got many a cold in this way.
The colds were nursed and she was well treated, and no one ever for a
moment traced them to their true cause.

There came an afternoon soon after Christmas, cold and dreary, when
icy blasts of wind banged up against the dormer-windows of Christian's
attic, and such piles of snow were heaped up on the roofs hard by that
the young girl could only picture herself as the Ice Maiden. At last
the cold became unbearable, and she stepped out of fairyland and ran
swiftly downstairs.

On the floor just below the attics were the nurseries and her
schoolroom. In the front nursery sat old nurse. She was mending some of
Christian's stockings. She had spectacles on her nose, and was singing
softly to herself. Christian loved her perhaps better than anyone else
in the world, but she did not wait to speak to her now. She hurried
past the nurseries; their day was over. She used to sigh when she
remembered how many days were over. The dolls' day, the fairy-tales
day, and of course the nursery day. But, thank goodness, the hero and
heroine day would never be over!

"When I am grown up," thought the child, "I shall be a real one. I mean
to do something very big, very great, very grand. I am preparing--I
know I am preparing--all this time."

Christian also hurried past the schoolroom, which was quite comfortable
and snugly furnished, with big fires in the grates. She passed the
next floor, and presently found herself on the one where the drawing
rooms were situated. Here, beyond the two great drawing rooms, was a
small and very comfortable boudoir. The door of the room was slightly
open, and Christian observed that heavy curtains were drawn across
the windows. The logs on the fire blazed up merrily and a grateful
breath of heat came out to the child. Christian went in at once and
stood by the fire. She had just begun to thaw when she heard footsteps
approaching. Now, if she made for the door she would certainly meet
the intruder. This was not to be borne. She flew across the room,
pushed aside the heavy curtains which sheltered one of the windows, and
curling herself up on the window ledge, was completely lost to view.
There were double windows and shutters, and the shutters were fastened.
There was, therefore, not the slightest draught, and the window ledge
itself was soft with cushions, and had a down pillow at one end.
Christian had often lain there before to sleep. The little nook was
warm and, compared with the attic, most comfortable. She cuddled
herself up amongst the cushions and lay quiet. Of course, she would not
stay long; she would just get warm, and then go upstairs to her lessons.

But the footsteps she had heard did not enter the room, and presently
drowsiness stole over her and she fell asleep. When she awoke it was
to the sound of voices. She raised herself very carefully, taking care
not to make the slightest noise, and, dividing the curtains about a
quarter of an inch, peeped out. Her mother, Mrs. Mitford, was sitting
near the fire with her back to Christian. She was a pretty little
woman, very young-looking for her age, and dressed in the height of
fashion. A tempting looking tea equipage stood on a small table near,
and as Christian watched, her mother raised a small silver teapot and
poured out a cup of tea. She handed it across to a lady whom Christian
knew well and hated violently. She was a certain Miss Neil, who often
visited her mother. Christian had long ago pronounced Miss Neil a
frumpy, tiresome, cross old woman.

"I do dislike her!" she said now to herself. "I wonder my darling mumsy
can stand her."

As the child watched she saw Miss Neil help herself to a piece of
buttered toast, and at the same time her mother said:

"Whatever happens, I shall give her a first-rate outfit; I have made up
my mind to that."

Christian's heart made a great bound. She dropped back into the shadow,
making a slight creaking noise as she did so. Mrs. Mitford glanced
round her nervously.

"Don't you hear someone in the room, Julia?"

"No, dear; only mice in the wainscot," was Miss Neil's reply. "But, as
you were saying, you will send Christian provided with a good outfit.
That is so like you; you always were such a thoughtful, excellent
mother."

Mrs. Mitford liked to be praised, and Miss Neil was aware of that fact.
Mrs. Mitford's placid face shone with satisfaction.

"I should be sorry," she said, "if I failed in my motherly duties. The
mother of one child has a great responsibility thrust upon her."

"Your poor little girl won't like the change--eh?" said Miss Neil.

"I'm afraid not," replied Mrs. Mitford, with a shrug of her dainty
shoulders. "The school her father has selected for her is, I
understand, very severe in tone. Discipline is much exercised there;
but my dear husband insists. He says that we are spoiling Christian."

Christian, at the other side of the curtains, dug her nails into her
flesh. It was with the utmost difficulty that she could keep from
screaming aloud.

"I want you to help me, Julia," continued Mrs. Mitford. "We'll have the
carriage out immediately after breakfast to-morrow and go round to the
different shops. We really have no time to lose. I mean to give her
two good, serviceable school frocks, two best frocks for Sunday--one
is all that is necessary, but I want her to look really nice--an
everyday evening frock, and a full-dress party one. Then she must have
a tailor-made coat and skirt, and about half a dozen blouses."

"An abundance," said Miss Neil. "Too much, I should say. I never think
there is any use in pampering young girls."

"Don't you, you old skinflint?" thought Christian at the other side of
the curtain.

"Of course, there are a thousand and one other things," continued Mrs.
Mitford; "but everything must be got in a great hurry, for she goes
next week."

"Next week," thought Christian. "Oh!"

Her thoughts flew to the attic. In the attic she was Charlotte Corday:
she had arrived at Paris; the greatest moment of her life was at hand.
In the boudoir she was a little girl eavesdropping. Yes, it was an ugly
position. She wriggled, then remained quiet, for the most awful thing
of all would be to be found out.

"What day did you say the dear child was to go to her school?" asked
Miss Neil.

"Next Tuesday. This is Wednesday--not a week off now."

"By the way, Mary," said Miss Neil suddenly, "have you told the child?"

"I have not Julia; and, what is more, I do not intend to. I shan't say
anything whatever about it until the night before. What is the use in
making her miserable? When she hears she will have no time to be sorry;
she will be far too surprised; and when she gets to school her new and
pleasant life will absorb her altogether. I want you to take her, by
the way, Julia, for neither her father nor I can spare the time."

"When do you start yourselves?"

"Early on Tuesday morning. It is all so sudden. Of course, my dear
husband is greatly pleased, for a great honor has been conferred on
him. But for this we should not have sent Christian from home."

Miss Neil slowly and deliberately stirred her tea, and by-and-by she
put down the empty cup and saucer.

Christian again raised herself and peeped through the curtain. She
watched her mother's straight little profile--the pretty lips, the
resolute chin, the low forehead, the pretty brown eyes.

"And yet she is hard," thought the child. "She speaks as though she did
not care. I always thought mumsy pretty, but somehow I don't think her
pretty to-night. She is hard; yes, that's it--hard."

Miss Neil began to draw on her gloves.

"I will call at eleven o'clock to-morrow," she said. "And rest assured,
Mary, I shall help you by every means in my power."

"Thank you, dear; I am sure you will. Good-by for the present. Please
make a list to-night of what you think will be required for a child
whose parents will be in Persia for four or five years. Of course, she
must have fresh things from time to time, but I want her to take all
that is necessary for her."

"I will indeed; I will with pleasure do what I can for your little
Christian. Good-by for the present."

Just as Miss Neil was leaving the room, and before Christian had fully
made up her mind whether she would dart from her shelter and confront
her mother with the fact that she had heard all, Mrs. Mitford took out
her watch, uttered a shriek, and cried:

"Why, I ought to be at the War Office now to meet Henry!" and she
rushed from the room.

Christian crouched back amongst her pillows. She stuffed her
handkerchief into her mouth to prevent her sobs from being heard. What
did it all mean? She could not understand.




CHAPTER II

THE MYSTERY


Mrs. Mitford did not return, and presently Christian slipped from her
hiding-place and ran upstairs. Never having had companions, she had not
that absolute desire to confide in someone which is the primary thought
of most young girls. She went into her room, washed her face, brushed
out her hair, and then entered the nursery.

Nurse was seated by the fire, busy over her endless mending and
turning. Nurse, of course, knew; her eyes were red, as though she had
been crying a great deal.

"Why, Miss Christie, darling," she said to the young girl, "wherever
have you been? You look pinched and cold."

"I haven't had my tea; I expect I look hungry," said Christian,
speaking slowly.

"What a shame!" cried nurse. "Did they forget to give it to you?"

"They didn't," said Christian. "I saw it in the school-room just now as
I passed the open door, but it looked cold and untempting; I'd rather
have none than that sort of tea."

"I'll make you some in a minute," said nurse.

"Oh, will you, nursey?"

Christian felt so cheered that her great trouble of next week seemed to
recede in the distance.

"And may I toast the bread and put on the butter?"

"To be sure, darling! I keep my own tea and bread and butter in this
cupboard; and here is fresh milk. And you shall have a new-laid egg."

"Oh, I should love it!" said Christian. "Do give me a thick slice of
bread at once, nursey, and let me toast it."

The next few minutes passed happily, and soon Christian was munching
buttered toast, eating her egg, and drinking hot tea. It is wonderful
what a good fire, a sympathizing old nurse who is not too curious,
and sweet tea and buttered toast will accomplish. Christian had been
thinking herself the most miserable, cruelly used, neglected girl in
the world; but now once again the sunny side of life appeared.

Nurse resumed her work. She was mending a little brown skirt, adding to
it and putting fresh braid round the bottom.

"Is that my old skirt? I thought I had done with it," said Christian.

"It will be as good as new when I have finished my work over it,"
replied nurse. Her tone was guarded.

"She knows, of course," thought the child, "but she is not going to
tell. Well, neither will I tell. I will just pretend during all the
horrid days that are coming that I don't know anything. I feel waking
up within me my very naughtiest self. I know I shall be terribly
naughty between now and that black day when spiteful old Neil and I
start off for that good-discipline school together. Perhaps--who can
tell----"

Christian's eyes brightened; a roguish gleam came into their dark
depths. She looked full up at nurse, then lowered her eyelashes.

"Nursey," she said, "do put down that horrid skirt and play bezique
with me."

"I can't, my darling; I haven't the time."

"Of course you've got time. I don't want that horrid skirt; I hate it.
I have plenty of skirts."

"But your mother said it was to be got ready for you, miss. She and
Miss Neil came up here to-day and overhauled some of your things, and
they said this skirt would stand a lot of wear--at the seaside, for
instance."

"But I am not going to the sea. I couldn't wear a hot thing like that
in the summer. What do you mean?"

Nurse looked frightened. "There!" she said, irresolution coming all
over her old face; "I will please the child. Get the cards, darling;
we'll enjoy ourselves."

Christian laughed. They sat by a round table and set to work. They were
in the midst of their game when Miss Thompson, Christian's resident
governess, entered.

"Whatever are you doing, nurse?" she said. "You know we have all to
work as hard as ever we can. There won't be half enough time to make
preparations."

"Why, what is all this mystery?" cried Christian. "Preparations for
what?"

"Nothing, dear--nothing."

"There's no such thing as nothing," replied Christian, laughing.

Miss Thompson got quite red. "Young girls don't always know what they
are talking about," she said in a severe tone. "Nurse has got to work,
and I have got to work, and you have got to be good. By the way, where
do you keep your story-books?"

"Upstairs, downstairs, and in my lady's chamber," answered Christian.

"Well, wherever you keep them, I want them collected."

"What for?"

"I wish to make a list of them."

"I can't fly over the house for them to-night. I'll get them to-morrow
morning if I must get them."

"Well, come into the schoolroom now. There are several things we must
arrange."

"I will after I have finished my game," said Christian.

Miss Thompson thought it better to retire than to make a fuss, and
Christian and nurse proceeded with their game.

"Why ever do you sigh so, nursey?" asked Christian.

"I didn't know I was sighing, lovey."

"You didn't know that you were hiding a big mystery. You are a silly
old woman. Thompson lets out things, and you let out things, and if I
want to poke my finger into the secret I could; but I don't care--not a
bit. I'm off now to have a chat with Thompson."

Before Christian could carry these words into effect there came a knock
at the door. It was burst open, and a rosy-faced, black-eyed little
girl of the name of Rose Latimer entered. She was nurse's grand-niece,
and was supposed not to be a fit companion for Christian. Nevertheless
Christian adored her. She found her far more interesting and more
companionable and more get-at-able than any of the girls whom she met
or who were invited to play with her.

Rose's bright eyes danced when she saw Christian. Christian ran up to
her and kissed her hurriedly.

"Come!" said nurse; "that aint proper. Rose, you mind your manners. You
aint on the same standing as my young lady, and you should remember it."

"But indeed she is," said Christian--"that is, if being pretty and
ladylike and funny and affectionate makes her on the same standing.
Some of the girls I know are perfect horrors; but Rosy--why, she is
just Rosy. Sit down, Rosy, dear. Here's a lot of toast left; and nurse
shall boil you another egg. But do you know that I am Charlotte Corday
to-day? Marat is getting into his bath, and I shall go and kill him in
a minute or two. Isn't it thrilling?"

"Ah!" cried nurse, who knew nothing either about Marat or Charlotte
Corday; "what a perfectly awful thing to say, Miss Christian! You fair
terrify me."

Christian made no answer. She raised her brows and looked with her
intelligent, keen, overstrung little face at Rose.

"Will you spend the night?" she said suddenly. "I want to talk to you.
Nurse, will you keep Rosy until the morning?"

"Miss Christian!"

"You can if you like, nursey. She shall sleep with me. She shall; she
must."

"Miss, I couldn't hear of it."

"Very well, never mind about that. Just ask her to stay. She shall
sleep in your bed, and I will have a chat with her by-and-by. You
wouldn't like, nursey----"

"What, Miss Christian?"

"Suppose I wasn't to be with you always--I mean you wouldn't like to
feel you had refused one of my last wishes. If you come to think of it,
it is almost like a a dying wish; isn't it, nursey?"

"Oh, dear!" cried the poor nurse, "the child does wring my heart. Rose,
run along, then. Go and take off your hat and coat, and come and help
me to put the braid on this skirt."

During the rest of that evening Christian enjoyed herself. It was
really great fun being at the back of the secret. To have a secret
going on that she was not aware of would have been irritating, almost
maddening; but to know it all the time, and so lead up to it and get
people who imagined that they were keeping it so safe and secure to all
but betray themselves, was quite interesting. Christian sat down very
demurely in the schoolroom, and allowed Miss Thompson to reveal herself
as much as she could desire. Miss Thompson imagined she was keeping
the secret of Christian's school to herself, but Christian knew better.

At last it was time to go to bed. She bade Miss Thompson good-night
and peeped into the nursery. Nurse had gone to her room, but Rose was
sitting by the fire. Christian tiptoed across the room.

"When are you going to bed, Rosy?"

"Nurse said I was just to sit up to say good-night to you; then I must
go, for I can't keep my eyes open."

"You will have to presently. But be off now; get into bed with nurse,
and after a little, when she is asleep, slip out and come into mine.
You know where my bedroom is."

"To be sure, miss."

"You did it before, you know, Rose."

"Yes, Miss Christian."

Rose was standing up within a foot or two of Christian, and her eyes
were shining brightly.

"You will do it again," said Christian. "Nobody found out before, and
nobody 'll find out now. I want you to give me just the most tremendous
help, and only you can do it. I shall leave my door ajar. I'll be in
bed in half an hour. You slip into bed beside nurse, and when she is
sound asleep, get out again and come to me. Then we'll talk; then
you'll find out what I really want. Oh, Rose! it is greater than
William Tell and the apple. It is nearly, but not quite, as big as Joan
of Arc. It is big and monstrous, and only you, Rose, can help me."




CHAPTER III

A WILD SCHEME


Three-quarters of an hour later Rose was cuddled up in Christian's bed.
When the two heads were almost touching, and the brown cheek and the
pale one were pressed close together, and two little hands were clasped
tightly under the bedclothes, then Christian began to unburden her
mind. The door was shut; the house was quiet--that is, the nursery part
of the house; Miss Thompson, the governess, had a headache, and would
certainly not appear on the scene again until morning; nurse was noted
for her deep and long sleep; the servants were far away. If father and
mother came in long past midnight, they would not trouble Christian in
her distant bedroom; she was safe. She felt that she was quite safe;
but the feeling that if she were discovered she would most certainly be
punished added to the fascination of the moment.

"Rose," she said, "I must not speak loud, but I have something most
important to tell you. What do you think is going to happen?"

"Well, Miss Christian," replied Rose, "the whole house seems to be, so
to speak, on a twitter. There's my great-aunt; she don't seem to know
whether she's on her head or her heels. There's something up, but I
don't know what it is."

"You'll know in a minute or two; I'll tell you. Now listen; only
remember, first, it is a most tremendous secret between you and me."

"Yes, yes," said Rose; "I love secrets." She pressed a little closer to
Christian.

"You are quite my very greatest friend, you know, Rosy," said
Christian. "There's Belle Webster and Bertha Hole; they think
themselves quite chummy with me, but you are my real friend. We
understand each other, we have had so many thrills together."

"Oh, yes," said Rose, "yes! Only I don't like you when you are
Charlotte Corday. I was Marat once, you know, and I didn't like that
time."

"Well, I'm not Charlotte now. Perhaps I'll never be again. But listen.
The secret is our secret. It is too funny, Rosy. The rest of the house
think that it is theirs, but it is ours all the time. Now then! I
was so cold up in my attic--my darling fairy attic--this afternoon
that I ran down to get warm in mother's boudoir. I hid myself behind
the curtains. It was so cozy that I dropped asleep. I was lying on
the window ledge, and there were cushions, and a soft pillow, and
everything to make it delicious. When I woke I heard mother talking to
that horrid Neil woman."

"I know her," said Rose. "She snubbed me once awfully; she said I had
no call to be coming here so often."

"Well, she has no more right in the house than you have," replied
Christian. "But now you will be astonished."

She proceeded to relate the entire story--all that her mother had said,
and all that Miss Neil had said; and having given the outlines, she
further impressed the fact on Rose that she, Christian, was to be sent
to school next week. She was to be sent to school, as it were, in the
dark, and she was not to be told anything about it until the night
before she went.

"They want to keep it dark until the very last minute," she said. "It
is fun, isn't it, Rose?"

"Fun," said Rose--"fun!"

Her voice quivered. It quivered so much that it suddenly ended in a
choking sob.

"Why Rosy," cried Christian, immensely touched, "you are not crying
just because I must go?"

"Miss, I can't bear it," said Rose. "There's no one else ever took a
mite of notice of me. I can't help thinking of myself altogether, miss;
I can't truly. There's mother; she makes me sit at the dressmaking till
I'm fit to faint, and I have no fun--never! I'm like you, miss; I can't
make friends outside. I have one friend, and she seems to fill all my
heart, and you are she; and if we are to be parted, Miss---- Oh, Miss
Christian! I can't--I can't bear it."

Christian, notwithstanding her bravery, found herself crying also. She
put her arms around Rose, buried her head in her neck, and sobbed.

"It is awful," she said after a pause. "I did not think so much of
parting from you, Rosy, but it is quite terrible; for it isn't even
as if I were going to an ordinary school, and coming back for the
holidays; but I am going to a severe-discipline one, and I am not
coming back--I am to spend the holidays and all there. I might as well
be dead, mightn't I, Rose?"

"It's worse nor if you were dead."

"Oh, Rose, it couldn't be worse!"

"It is," said Rose, "for if you were dead I could go on Sundays and
take flowers to your grave; I could--I could. Oh, it is much worse! I
would save up and buy 'em; no one should hinder me. It is much worse
nor if you were dead."

The pathetic picture so conjured up of Rose bending over her grave and
putting flowers there was so affecting that Christian sobbed again.
After a time, however, she ceased crying.

"We must do something," she said; "we are both young, and we have both
got a lot of spirit."

"Oh, haven't I?" said Rose. "There's nothing daunts me when I'm put
to it. Mother says I'm the very naughtiest little girl she ever
come across. She threatens perhaps I'll get ugly, just because I'm
so desperate naughty. She says that sometimes when you are so mad
with spirits, and so desperately fond of yourself, you fall ill with
smallpox and that sort of thing. I don't believe it, of course, but she
does hold it over me. She seems as sure that I'll take smallpox as that
I'll have a cold. It's queer, isn't it?"

"It's silly, I call it," said Christian. "Now then, Rose, don't let's
talk any more about that. If you have got spirit, so have I. Suppose,
now, that I don't go to that school."

"How will you manage that?" said Rose

"Did you ever hear of a girl running away?" asked Christian. "That's
the thought that has come to me. I thought that if you and I were
together we could run away. We could support ourselves, I suppose."

"Not without money," said the practical Rose. "It's a lovely
thought--the most daring and truly delicious thought I ever heard
of--but it wants money."

"I've got seven pounds," said Christian. "Ever since I was a little,
tiny girl my godmother has sent me a pound on my birthday, and I
haven't spent any of the money. How far would seven pounds go?"

"Oh! a long way; it's a heap of money," said Rose. "Why, it's one
hundred and forty shillings. That's an awful lot."

"Yes, I thought it was," said Christian. "I remembered the money the
very moment mother talked about not letting me know until the night
before. I shall listen, of course, when she does speak, and I will
pretend to be good and submit. Perhaps she will be so sorry for me
that she will give me some more pocket money. I hope she will. But what
I really mean to do is to slip away somewhere with you, Rosy--to go to
some place with you where we can live together. Have you got any money
of your own?"

"A shilling," replied Rose sadly. "I took a long time to save it up.
Had you died, Miss Christian, I would have spent it on flowers for your
grave; so now I will spend it in running away with you--that I will."

"You can't do more, Rosy," said Christian. "Well, we must make our
plans, and we must not tell one single human being. We have got to
consider how we can live in the very cheapest way, for one hundred and
forty shillings will not go far. I suppose they will send the police
after us. Isn't it splendid, Rosy? Can you really believe that two
young ordinary girls are going to do such a desperate thing?"

"You aint an ordinary girl, Miss Christian."

"Well, perhaps I am not."

"You always was cut out for the part of heroine," continued Rose;
"anyone could see that with half an eye. Why, haven't you been William
Tell and Joan of Arc and Charlotte Corday for ever so long? And afore
that you were fairy queens and fairy princesses, and witches, and
such-like. You're cut for the part, miss, and now the time has come."

"It has," said Christian, whose heart was beating fast. "We must think
out most of our plans before we go to sleep."

The two girls did think. They were both far too excited to feel
sleepy. Their voices kept on murmuring in an even, monotonous sound,
which could scarcely penetrate through the closed door of Christian's
bedroom.

After a fashion they made their plans. What Christian had only wildly
dreamt of became definite and something that could be done. Seven
pounds was seven pounds, and judiciously spent--spent, too, by a girl
of the Rosy sort, a girl who knew poverty and how to live very small
and very cheap--it would certainly go a long way.

Strange to say, Christian's conscience did not trouble her. She had
been thoroughly well brought up, but her heart was sore now. Her mother
had spoken almost coldly about parting with her one lonely girl. She,
Christian, was to be sent to an awful strict-discipline school, where
she had to stay for years and years, away from all those she loved in
the world. She would take her life into her own hands; she would do a
desperate, wicked thing, and she would not let her conscience prick her.

"We will do it," she said over and over again to Rosy. "You, Rosy, must
find out where it is best for us to go, and then you must come and tell
me everything."

"I will," replied Rosy. "I know a girl called Judith, and I think she
will help us. Once she spent a whole winter in a gypsy's caravan. She
did enjoy herself. She had a fine time, and she had to spend nothing at
all. But they had to dye her with walnut juice; maybe you wouldn't like
that, Miss Christian."

"No, I shouldn't like that at all," said Christian, who rather prided
herself on her fair but somewhat pale complexion. "But that needn't
happen, need it?"

"Oh, no; but it happened to Judith. She was dyed with walnut-juice, and
she wore gypsy's clothes."

"I shouldn't mind that part," said Christian.

"She had a great taste for music," continued Rosy, "and she played a
tambourine and danced. They got her up as a sort of Italian gypsy girl,
and she danced wonderful pretty in the streets. She didn't seem ever
to want for money after that; she got so many pennies. You can dance,
can't you, Miss Christian? You've had lots of lessons."

"Dance!" said Christian, a sort of thrill running down to her feet and
making them move up and down even though she was in bed. "I should
just think I can dance. There's nothing in the world I love better.
Oh, Rosy, if we could make our living by dancing it would be too
scrumptious!"

"Well, I'll find out everything to-morrow and let you know," said
Rosy. "I mustn't come here, for my great-aunt would be angry; but I'll
come the day after, and I'll bring all the news with me. Let's think.
To-morrow will be Thursday; you aint to go afore Tuesday next week.
There's lots of time, only the more money you can get the better it
will be. I'll come here on Friday night at the latest."

"Well, then, perhaps we had better go to sleep now," said Christian,
who was tired at last. The very novelty of the thing made her tired.

She dropped off into a heavy slumber, dreaming all through the night of
wonderful things: of gypsies and their caravans; of Italian girls with
tambourines, and little sequins round their heads. She fancied herself
an Italian girl in a red frock. She thought how pretty she would look,
and how sweet it would be to dance. She would let her abundance of hair
fall over her neck and shoulders. A fair Italian girl would be even
more captivating than a dark one; and Rosy--pretty Rosy--could be the
dark one. Oh, they would have a good time! They would enjoy themselves.
And it couldn't be wrong; for if father and mother chose to go to
Persia and not show any grief at parting from Christian, why should not
Christian take her life in her own hands?

She awoke in the morning and found that Rosy's place was vacant, that
astute little girl having left the side of her dearest friend and
gone back to nurse. For it would never do for nurse to guess that the
young girls were, as she would express it, hatching mischief. Nurse was
somewhat suspicious as far as her grandniece was concerned. She knew
Rose's character. She had often condoled with her mother on having such
a naughty child. Of course, Rosy was very pretty, and she was very fond
of Miss Christian; and--worse luck--Miss Christian was very fond of
her; and there never was a more masterful child than dear young Miss
Christian. Yes, even if Rosy was nurse's own relation, she did not want
Christian to see too much of her. But this week of all weeks the child
she loved should not be crossed; she should have every single thing she
wished for--yes, every single thing; nurse herself would see to that.
Nurse considered that Miss Christian was treated shamefully: bundled
off to school just as though she were a baby; parted from the nurse who
loved her as if she were her own child; taken from the old home and
from that strange, mysterious attic where she had spent so much of her
time; torn from everyone and taken to school--to a school a long, long
way off. Nurse felt piteous tears very near her eyes.

Mr. and Mrs. Mitford had decided to board nurse out during their
absence in Persia. The other servants were to be dismissed. Miss
Thompson, with an excellent reference and six months' salary over and
above what was owing her, would seek another situation. The house would
be let to strangers. Christian in reality would have no home.

But when she woke the next morning, and faced the fact that her home in
Russell Square would not be hers much longer, Christian did not feel
low-spirited, for she and Rosy would certainly carry out their plan in
all its details. She was in high spirits, therefore, at breakfast, and
enjoyed getting Miss Thompson, as she expressed it, to give herself
away. Miss Thompson found it almost impossible to keep her secret
with Christian looking at her, and questioning her, and pretending to
observe nothing, and yet showing in her eyes that she knew all.

Miss Thompson went down soon after breakfast to have an interview with
Mrs. Mitford.

"Somehow," she said--"although I don't like to say it--somehow I think
the child has an inkling of what is going on. Would it not be better to
tell her? She would be more prepared, and would not feel it so much at
the time."

"If she has an inkling she is bearing it very well," said Mrs. Mitford.
"My dear," she added, turning to her husband, who came into the room at
that moment, "Miss Thompson is talking about our dear Christian. She
says that the child seems to guess that something is happening."

"I am sure she guesses," said Miss Thompson, blushing and trembling a
little at her own audacity. "She looks at me with such very questioning
eyes, and tries to lead me on, as it were, to betray myself."

Mr. Mitford laughed. "Just like Chris," he said. "She always was a bit
of an oddity. But, my dear," he added, turning to his wife, "we will
not tell her, all the same. I couldn't stand the thought of the child
crying and moaning for the last few days. She may guess--although I
don't think she can really--but she is not to be told. Understand, Miss
Thompson, the child is not on any account to be told."

"Now listen," said Mrs. Mitford as Miss Thompson was leaving the room;
"you needn't keep her to her lessons. You may take her to the Zoo or to
Maskelyne and Cook's this morning--anywhere just to give her a bit of
fun. Keep her out as much as you can."

"But she will be so surprised; she knows that you are so particular
about her lessons."

"Well, tell her that I think she is looking rather pale, and that she
may have a holiday. Use some tact, Miss Thompson; you can manage it if
you like."

Miss Thompson left the room and returned to the schoolroom. Christian
was busily engaged pulling out her favorite books from their places in
the bookcase and examining them. She knew that she and Rosy could only
take one or two books away with them, and she was undecided whether
to select her new and beautiful edition of the Arabian Nights or a
battered old Shakespeare. She was extremely fond of Shakespeare, but on
the whole she felt inclined to take the Arabian Nights.

"They will suit Rosy," she said to herself. "I don't believe Rosy has
read any of them--or at least hardly any; and Rosy is too young and too
ignorant for Shakespeare. Yes, I think I will select----"

"What in the world are you doing, Christian?" said Miss Thompson as she
entered the room.

"Pulling my books about."

"Then put them all back on the shelf at once, dear."

"I was only wondering," said Christian. "There's more reading in the
Arabian Nights, I think it will do. Do you mind my putting a little bit
of blue ribbon in my copy of the Arabian Nights, Miss Thompson?"

"But why, dear--why?"

"I shall recognize it then at once. Now I suppose we have got to do
horrid lessons."

"It's a very strange thing to me, Christian, that such an intelligent
girl as you should dislike lessons. I should have imagined that you
would love your history and your literature."

"I like Spanish history best," said Christian; "it is the most
bloodthirsty."

"My dear, that is a horrid thing to say."

"Well, it's true," answered Christian. "It's much less dull than
English history--English history, I mean, as it's written. I wish I
could make stories out of it. Wouldn't you all gape and scream and jump
about, and feel that you must fight like anything, if you listened to
my stories? Think of 'John of Gaunt'; and think of the 'Black Prince';
and oh! think of 'Agincourt' and the 'Field of the Cloth of Gold.' Oh,
dear! oh, dear! couldn't I make the whole thing shine? And wouldn't I
just? But English history as it is written is very, very dull."

"I don't agree with you. When you are older you will know that English
history written by such men as Macaulay and Froude is most beautiful
and thrilling. Now I have news for you."

"You do look strange!" said Christian; "what can be the matter?"

"I have just been down to see your mother."

"Oh, can I see her?" said Christian, a swift change passing over her
face. "Can I? May I? I want so badly to ask her a question."

"She is going out; she does not wish to be disturbed."

"Oh, I know all about that."

"You know about it?"

"Yes; but never mind. Tell me what your secret is, Miss Thompson; I can
see it is bubbling all over your face."

"Your mother says that you are looking pale, and that you may have a
holiday."

Christian smiled. Her smile came gradually: at first it was just a
little dimple in her left cheek; then it spread to her lips; then it
filled her eyes; then a wave of color mounted to her face, and she
burst into a hearty fit of laughter. But when she ceased laughing there
were tears in her eyes.

"My dear," said her governess, "are you well?"

"Yes, I am quite well. So I am to have a holiday. Where shall we go?"

"Where would you like to go?"

"May we go where I like?"

"Yes; but what do you think of the Zoo?"

"Oh, I know it so well."

"Would you like Maskelyne and Cook's?"

"No; I want to do something else, and it will take the whole day long.
Thompson--dear, darling---- You don't mind my calling you Thompson, do
you?"

"Well, Chris, I am accustomed to it by now, am I not?"

"Of course you are; and you are a dear!"

Christian flung her arms round her governess's neck, and rubbed her
soft cheek against Miss Thompson's somewhat lined one.

"What I should really like, Thompson dear----"

"What is that, Christian?"

"Well, to hang on your arm and walk very close to you, and chatter all
the time."

"You may."

"And not wear my best dress."

"You may wear your common dress."

"Then I do see that things are going to be heavenly! I want to walk
slowly--very slowly--up Oxford Street, and then down Regent Street, and
then down Piccadilly, and then up Bond Street; and perhaps we might go
to Baker Street. And while we are walking I want to watch and watch,
and look and look----"

"At the shops, do you mean?"

"No, no; things in the streets."

"What things, love?"

"Little Italian girls and boys with monkeys and tambourines; and Happy
Families, too. Oh, I do love Happy Families!"

"But you can see them any day in the Square."

"Yes; but I want to look at them with fresh eyes."

"Fresh eyes, Christian?"

"Yes. I dreamt about a little Italian girl last night, and I felt that
I loved her."

"We can easily see them," said Miss Thompson, "wherever we are; and it
needn't take the whole day."

"When we are tired we can have lunch somewhere," continued Christian;
"and I should like to give the Italians a lot of buns, and the monkeys
some nuts. Oh! I want to stare well at them all. I want to see for
myself what the little Italians look like, and how they do their
dancing, and how they manage their monkeys."

"You are a strange child, Christian; but there is nothing wrong in your
wish to see the Italians. Have you any other desires?"

"Well, I should like--only I'm afraid you won't do it--to go into an
awfully slummy place, and walk upstairs and see what the bedrooms are
like, and to question some of the women as to what they eat, and how
much they pay for what they eat. For, you see, even if you have close
on eight pounds, it can't be expected to last forever. Oh, dear! what
have I said? Have I said anything very, very funny, Miss Thompson?"

"Yes, Christian, you have; but then, you are eccentric."

"So I am. Will you be such a darling as to take me into a slummy place?"

"Certainly not. You may look at the Italians from a distance, but
we will keep in clean streets if you please. Now go and put on your
things; I will give you the best sort of day I can."




CHAPTER IV

GRANDMOTHER'S DINNER


Christian had, on the whole, a very interesting day. She had never been
so captivated by Italian children before. She watched and watched the
pretty movements, the quick gestures, the gleam of the white teeth, the
shining dark eyes. The little monkeys, too, were all that was pathetic.
She quite made up her mind that she and Rosy would earn their living
in the future as Italian girls--that they would have a monkey and a
tambourine each, and go about and dance and beg for money, and have a
happy time.

"Only we must not do it near home," thought Christian, "for we might be
discovered. It would be indeed too terrible a fate if, when father and
mother are away in Persia, Miss Neil should catch sight of us. I should
be punished then; and poor, poor Rosy--her mother would half kill her."

Christian's thoughts were so full of keen interest that morning that
Miss Thompson began to consider her a very delightful girl. She was
startled, however, in the midst of lunch, which they were both enjoying
immensely, by the young girl bending forward and saying in an emphatic
voice:

"If it was necessary for your career, would you greatly mind being dyed
with walnut-juice?"

"My dear Christian, what a strange remark!"

"But I wish you'd answer it," said Christian emphatically.

"I can't understand. It could not be necessary for my career."

"But if it was. If it made all the difference between success and
failure, between prison and liberty, which would you choose?"

"Oh, the walnut-juice, of course," said Miss Thompson. "But, all the
same, I fail to understand."

"I don't want you to understand any more, dear Thompson; and you
know you are quite a darling. You are coming out in the very nicest
character. I hope I shall have more and more holidays, for I do like
going about with you."

Miss Thompson was to remember Christian's remarks later on, but
certainly at the present juncture they had no meaning for her.

When the young girl came back late that evening she was informed by
nurse that Mrs. Mitford had sent her an invitation.

"You are to put on your very best company frock, Miss Christian, and to
look as nice as ever you can, for you are to go down to sit with your
mamma in her boudoir this evening. Mr. Mitford will be out, and you are
to have supper with her. She means to have supper in her boudoir, and
she says that you are to keep her company."

Nurse expected Christian to shout with delight, but she was silent and
looked rather grave.

"Aint you glad, my darling?" said the old woman.

"Nursey," said Christian, "did you ever have the feeling that you were
too glad and yet too sorry to be able to say what you felt? On the
whole, I'd rather not see too much of mumsy at present; but if I must
I must, and if I go I'd like to look nice. Make me very, very nice,
please, nursey dear."

Nurse set herself willingly to accomplish this task, and Christian
in her white silk frock, with its many ruchings and ribbons and
soft laces, and with her fair hair hanging down her back, made as
interesting and pretty a picture as the heart of mother could desire.

"There, darling!" said the old woman; "you are like no one else, my own
Miss Christian. Kiss me and go."

Christian ran up first to her attic. She had secured a broken
looking-glass, rather a large one, which she had placed in such a
position that she could see herself when she acted the parts of her
different heroes and heroines. From time to time she had induced the
housemaids to give her candle-ends, and she possessed a large box of
these interesting remnants. She lit a couple of dozen now, put them in
different positions, and was at last able to get a good view of her
own young figure. She was a rather tall and very upright girl, and she
looked her best to-night.

"Is it I or is it another girl?" thought Christian.

Her quick imagination pictured the different heroines of history. Which
should she select as her own rôle to-night? Finally, after a steadfast
glance into her face, she decided to belong to the army of martyrs,
and to imagine herself back in the time when people died for their
faith. It seemed to her that she read resolution, determination, and
unflinching self-sacrifice in her eyes.

She blew out the candles, gave a little sigh of relief, and ran
downstairs. Her mother was waiting for her. Mrs. Mitford was very
prettily dressed, the boudoir looked charming, the fire burned
brightly, the lamps were pretty with their shaded globes, but Christian
could not help giving a guilty glance towards that window behind whose
thick, soft curtains she had listened to the story of her proposed fate.

"Only it isn't my fate," thought the child, "for I am determined--quite
determined--to choose the life of the free."

Supper was already on the table, and Christian had to take her place.

"I hope you will like the meal I have had prepared for you, Chris,"
said her mother. "Johnston, you need not wait," she continued, turning
to the footman; "we will ring when we want anything: I have quite
thought about this little meal with you, Chris," continued Mrs.
Mitford, "and I ordered soles. You love soles, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, mumsy; we never have anything nice and tasty of that sort in
the schoolroom."

"They have got so terribly expensive," said Mrs. Mitford in a fretful
tone. "After the soles we will have pheasant; you are fond of pheasant.
And you shall pour out the coffee by-and-by. As the sweets--children
always adore sweets--I hate them myself, but I suppose there will be
something brought up for you. I ordered a savory for myself, but left
your sweets to cook."

"And I'd ever so much rather eat a bit of your savory, mother; I don't
so specially care for sweets," said Christian.

She was somewhat depressed, and yet she was happy. The delicately
served meal was quite to her taste. She said to herself:

"This will be something to remember by-and-by when Rosy and I are
eating red herrings and stale bread. I'll often talk to Rosy about this
meal. I feel to-night as though I wasn't Christian Mitford at all, but
someone else; not a poor martyr, but a sort of queen. How pretty mother
looks! I shall never be pretty like her. Yes, she has a darling, sweet
face, but----"

Christian did not follow up this "but," only it lay like a weight near
her heart.

The meal came to an end, the savory was disposed of, coffee appeared
and vanished, and presently Mrs. Mitford and her daughter were alone.

"Now, mumsy," said Christian, "come and sit on this deep sofa and let
me cuddle up to you. Let me think that I am a very little girl once
more; I want you to pet me and stroke my face. I want to put my head on
your shoulder. You don't mind, do you, darling?"

"Oh, Christian!" said Mrs. Mitford, the tears rushing to her eyes, "I
only wish you were a little, little girl. Big girls don't suit me half
as well. I used to pet you such a lot, and you were so pretty. Don't
you remember the time when I took you out driving in your dark-blue
velvet pelisse and your blue hat? Don't you remember how the people
used to remark on my very pretty little girl?"

"Yes, mumsy," said Christian; "but you can imagine I am your very
pretty little girl again, can't you, mumsy?"

Mrs. Mitford said she could; but she was small and Christian was big,
and the weight of the child's head on her shoulder tired her. Presently
she sat up restlessly and said:

"We are wasting our time; I have a great deal to talk to you about. I
don't often see you; I am so busy, you know."

"Yes, mother," said Christian; "but it seems a pity, doesn't it?"

"It can't be helped, dear. Your father is a man of great importance,
and I am obliged to be with him all I can. And this is the time for
your education. I want you to be a very accomplished girl. I don't care
a bit about learning or anything of that sort, but I do want you to
play well--so well that people will talk and look at you, and remark on
the brilliancy of your touch. And I want you to have a lovely voice.
When you are old enough you must have the very best instruction for
that. And then I want you to paint a little, and recite; recitations
are very popular, only they must be well done. And I want you, of
course, to be a good linguist; your French must be perfect. By-and-by
you shall go to Paris to get a proper accent. German is nice too, but
not so important as French. Italian would be useful; you are sure to
spend a few years in Italy. You must dance beautifully; but then there
is no doubt on that point, for you dance well already."

Christian sat very upright; she did not speak.

"Well," said her mother, "does my list of accomplishments appeal to
you? Do you want to be all that your mother could desire?"

"You leave out some things," said Christian--"the story part--all about
history and the lovely, lovely things that happened long ago. I don't
want just to be----"

"Just to be what, dear?"

"I can't explain myself; but when I think--oh, mumsy! I will tell you.
You mustn't be angry with me, but I don't want to be a brilliant,
accomplished girl; I want to be a heroine."

"You silly, silly child! A heroine! What do you mean?"

"I want to be the sort of girl who would do great things--who would----"

But Mrs. Mitford interrupted her with a little scream.

"You want to be an oddity," she said, "an eccentric horror. Don't come
to me and expect my approbation if you are anything of that sort."

Just at that moment the room door was opened, and who should come in
but Mr. Mitford. His wife gave a start when she saw him.

"I found I could get away earlier than I expected," was his remark. "I
fancied Chris would be with you, and I thought we could have a talk.
You both look very charming."

Christian sat close to her mother.

"What a contrast you both are!--you so dark and piquant, and Christian
so tall and fair and blonde. You are very like your grandmother, Chris,
and she was a very beautiful and noble woman."

Mrs. Mitford sighed. The color deepened in her cheeks.

"I believe," she said, with a laugh, "that Christian will resemble her
grandmother in more ways than one. You know what an eccentric woman she
was."

"She was a very good woman, you mean," said Mr. Mitford.

"Yes, Patrick; but eccentric--very eccentric. Do you remember when she
insisted on giving up her own dinner to send it to the invalid who
lived on the other side of the street? It was ridiculous of her."

"Do tell me!" said Christian suddenly. "Did granny give her dinner to a
sick person at the opposite side of the street?"

Mr. Mitford laughed. His dark eyes fixed themselves on Christian's
animated face. He stepped up to her, and putting his hand under her
chin, looked down at the speaking, bright features.

"You are like her," he said, with a sigh, "the same eyes, the same
determined chin, the same expression. Well, my child, I can wish you
nothing better than to be as good as your grandmother."

"But tell me about the dinner, father."

Mr. Mitford laughed; then his face grew grave.

"We kept a most perfect cook, for your grandmother was singularly
particular with regard to her food. She had a very small appetite, but
she always wanted the very best prepared for her, and she could not
worry herself about ordering her own food; she liked it to come as a
surprise. Now, Adams suited your grandmother's palate to perfection.
Day by day the most delicious little dinners were served up. Well,
one evening, I don't exactly know how she discovered it, but your
grandmother happened to know that there was a poor lady in the
opposite house who refused to eat anything. She was poor, and the house
she lived in was nothing like as large and expensive as ours. Your
grandmother feared that Mrs. Stirling had not a cook to her taste, so
that evening she sent her own special dinner to her. When she found she
liked it she sent it again every night."

"But why couldn't she have more dinner cooked for the sick woman?"
interrupted Christian.

"Ah, that was the point. Adams would only prepare this very special and
choice dinner for your grandmother. She could not be worried to do it
for anyone else. Had your grandmother told her that the special meals
were to go to Mrs. Stirling they would not have been worth eating, so
she gave her own dinner and went hungry. The thing lasted for three
weeks."

"And then?" asked Christian.

"Mrs. Stirling died. The people said afterwards that your grandmother's
dinners kept her alive for ten days, and that she enjoyed them so much
that she used to think about them all day long until they came. The
thing was just like your dear old grandmother; she was an oddity, but
most unselfish."

"It was a splendid thing to do," said Christian. "It was exactly
the very thing I mean to do. I always thought granny looked nice--I
mean from her picture--but now I am certain about it. She is a great
heroine, and I mean to copy her."

"There, Patrick!" cried his wife; "what mischief you have done by
telling Christian that absurd story! There always was a vein of oddity
in Christian. I hope you will speak seriously to her, and tell her that
during our abs---- I mean henceforward we wish her to attend to her
accomplishments, that when she is grown up, and--we have time, we will
take her out and be proud of her."

Mr. Mitford continued to stand near Christian, and once again he looked
into her face; then he said, with a sigh:

"A girl such as your mother has described would be quite acceptable to
me. But come, Chris, what have you got in your head?"

"Only that I want to be a heroine," she said.

She stood up as she spoke. Her face looked tired.

"I want to do something big; I want people to remember me when I
am dead. I'd like to have a great big obelisk put up over me, and
words written on it. And I'd like it to be pointed to, and people
to say, 'The woman in memory of whom that obelisk was erected was a
benefactress.' That is what I'd like to be, but mother wants me to
be----"

"Yes," said her father, who was frowning as well as smiling, and
looking with intense earnestness at the child, "and what does mother
want you to be?"

"A musician, and to be able to dance; a linguist, and a fine singer.
Oh! she wants common, common things----"

"They're admirable things," said the father sternly. "I agree with
your mother. But why, my dear child, should not a benefactress be able
to sing and dance, and make the world brighter all round? Don't get
confused in your mind, Christian. You can be as accomplished as anyone
in the world and yet be a noble woman."

Christian looked puzzled. "I didn't think of that," she said. "I do so
want to do something--to be a heroine--and I care so little about being
just accomplished."

"You had better go to bed now, Christian," said her mother, beginning
to yawn. "Always do your duty; that is the main thing. Here is a
sovereign for you, pet. You can go out to-morrow and buy something."

Christian looked at it. Her face grew scarlet. Suddenly she said:

"But may I keep it? If I don't really want to spend it, may I keep it?"

"Of course you may, if you wish; but what a funny child!"

Mr. Mitford kissed his daughter with much more consideration than he
was wont to give to her. Mrs. Mitford gave her a passionate hug.

"Good-night, darling," she said.

When she left the room Christian's parents looked at each other.

"Upon my word," said Mr. Mitford, "Christian astonished me to-night."

"I do trust she won't grow up odd!" was Mrs. Mitford's answer.

"My dear," said her husband, "don't you see that the child is a budding
genius? I always thought so, but to-night I am sure of it. I wish I
hadn't accepted that appointment, Mary. It is very sad to be parted
from that young creature, the only child we have, for six long years."

Mrs. Mitford began to cry.

"Don't, Mary," said her husband in a distressed voice. "It is worse for
me to see you mope even than to see Christian moping."

"What I feel so awful," said Mrs. Mitford, "is her not knowing--her
thinking that we are to go on as usual. Poor Christian!"

"It is best," said her husband in a decided voice. "I could not stand
her tears; I am afraid I am a sad coward, but it's a fact. Of course,
she will get over it."

"Get over it," said Mrs. Mitford, with a laugh. "Of course she will.
She'll just fret for a bit at first. But that is a splendid school,
isn't it?"

"Yes; I went to see it. I liked everything about it. Miss Peacock is a
woman in a thousand."

"She will be very happy," said Mrs. Mitford. "She wants companions,
and Miss Neil will be nice to her when she takes her there. She won't
have time to fret. Time flies when you are young. She'll be too busy to
fret; don't you think so, Patrick?"

"I hope so," he answered; "but I don't believe she is an ordinary
child. There, Mary! don't let us talk about her now any more. We must
settle other matters to-night."

He pulled some papers out of his pocket, and soon husband and wife were
absorbed in abstruse calculations.

Meanwhile Christian put her treasured sovereign into the box which
contained all her money.

"Certainly fortune seems to favor me," thought the child. "I shall have
eight sovereigns now. Won't Rosy and I have a time!"

She sat down near the fire and began to think. Presently nurse came in.

"Tut, tut, Miss Christian!" she said; "you aint to be dreaming there
any longer. You're to go to bed."

"Nursey, I love you," said Christian suddenly.

She ran to the old woman and put her arms round her neck.

"Nursey, did you ever hear that wonderful story about my granny?"

"What story, darling?"

"About her giving her nice, lovely dinner to the dying woman."

"It was like her," said nurse.

"Did you know my granny, nurse?"

"Know her?" exclaimed nurse. "Rather! There weren't her like anywhere
to be found. She was always too good for----"

Nurse drew herself up abruptly. She had meant to say, "Too good for the
present Mrs. Mitford," but she restrained herself.

"There wasn't her like in God's world," she continued. "Dear, it were a
sorrowful day when she died."

"Was she very old?" asked Christian.

"No, lovey, not specially--a little past sixty."

"That sounds very old," exclaimed Christian.

"It aint when you come up to it," said nurse. "I'm sixty-five, and I
don't count myself such an old woman. It's wonderful what a different
view you take of sixty when you are, so to speak, nigh to it."

Christian did not find this an interesting subject. She said after a
moment:

"Was granny like me--in appearance, I mean?"

"Well, now, darling, sometimes it has come over me that you have got
her build; but you being young and she old, it's difficult to say.
Still, I own that you have got her build."

"Father thinks that perhaps I have got her spirit."

"God be thanked if that is so, Miss Christian. It was her wish that
you should be called Christian. It was her own name; she inherited it
from the Quakers. Her grandfather was a Quaker, and a very strict one;
and her mother was called Christian, and then you were, darling. She
thought a sight of the name. She said the one thing that fretted her
in not having a daughter of her own was not being able to call her
Christian."

"Was she fond of me when I came?" asked Christian.

"Yes; she'd often take you in her arms and kiss you, and say that she
hoped the spirit of her grandfather, Quaker Joseph Bunn, would descend
upon you. But there! you aint to be stopping up any more, so up to bed
you go."

Christian went to bed. She felt very thoughtful. Her conscience did
not prick her at the thought of running away. She was still firmly
convinced that even her father, who had seemed much nicer than usual
to-night, would not mind when once she was out of sight.

"'Out of sight, out of mind' with father and mother," thought the
little girl. "And I could never, never live in a strict-discipline
school."

Nevertheless Christian knew as she dropped asleep that her grandmother
would not have acted as she was going to do. Having always held herself
in strict discipline, she would not run away from it. She would obey;
she would subdue herself.

"Then I can't be like granny," thought Christian, turning restlessly
from side to side on her pillow, "for I want my own way; and I won't go
to school, for the school mother has described is a sort of prison."

With an effort she turned her thoughts from her granny and her own
secret desire to resemble her, and she thought, until sleep visited
her, of Rosy. For the very next day Rosy was to come, and Rosy was to
tell her all she had discovered; and they were finally to make their
plans, for the time when Christian would run away from Russell Square
was close at hand.




CHAPTER V

CHANGE OF A SOVEREIGN


When Rosy arrived on the following evening she looked very much
excited; her eyes were bright, and there was a lot of color in her
cheeks. Beside her Christian looked pale and scarcely pretty at all.

The little girl sat down on a stool near the fire in the nursery
and warmed her hands, chatted loud and long to nurse, and laughed
continually.

"One would think," said nurse after a pause, "that you did not love
Miss Christian one little bit. I never saw anyone in such riotous
spirits, and I must say it aint becoming."

"Oh, don't I love Christian?" said Rosy. "Don't you go and draw wrong
conclusions, great-aunt. I love her better nor anybody else--there!"

"Well, child, that's all right. Here comes Miss Christian. Now
listen, Rosy. You are not to stay long; you are to go away in about
half-an-hour, for my young lady looks very peaky."

Christian sat by the fire. Nurse gathered up her work and prepared to
go into the schoolroom. She knew the children would like to be alone,
and she had promised to help Miss Thompson in her constant search after
Christian's possessions.

"A more untidy child I never saw," said Miss Thompson when the old
woman entered the room. "But there! I do pity her. I think it is
perfectly awful the way the poor child is kept in the dark. It is that
that worries me."

"Well," said nurse, "there's sense in it too. She won't have time to
fret; it will be one sharp blow and then the worst will be over. Miss
Christian has got fancies and all kinds of romances about her, and
she'd conjure up horrors like anything. Children who conjure up ought
to be kept from brooding; that's what I say."

Meanwhile the two girls in the cozy nursery were sitting side by side.

"I have eight sovereigns," began Christian. "I've got another since I
saw you last. Mother gave it to me."

"Oh, golloptious!" said Rosy.

"Do you think eight sovereigns will go a long, long way? Do you think
they will be enough till we have made our fortunes by being tambourine
and dancing girls?" exclaimed Christian.

"To be sure they will!" answered Rosy. "Now, Christian, you listen.
I have it planned splendid. You'll have to do it this way, and this
alone. My friend that I told you of aint much to look at, but she's
clever. My word! I never came across anyone with such brains. I spoke
to her last night. She is apprenticed to a dressmaker next door to
mother, and she's sick of it."

"But my eight pounds won't support three people," said Christian,
speaking hastily, and with a strong dislike to Rosy's friend rising up
at once in her heart.

"You needn't fear that," said Rosy. "Judith aint going to have anything
to do with us; she couldn't if she wished, for she's apprenticed to a
dressmaker, and her mother would be mad if she even thought of such a
thing. But what she will do is this. She'll meet us and take us to some
nice lodgings, where we can stay all by ourselves for a couple of days.
If you say the word to-night, Miss Christian, she'll hire the little
room for us. I said you wouldn't mind it being humble, and she said she
knew one in a very respectable house--of course nowhere near here--a
little room at the top, where there'd be a cozy bed for us. Think of
you and me sleeping so warm side by side. And we could have a fire if
we wanted it, and we could cook red herrings and make our own tea."

"It would be fun," said Christian, her eyes gleaming. "Children have
done that before when they were poor, haven't they? It would be like
the old story-books about children who lived in London and nearly
starved but came out all right in the end."

"Yes, yes," said Rosy; "but you listen. She'll take the room to-morrow
if you say the word, and it will be all ready for us when we get there
on Tuesday."

"Oh," said Christian--"Tuesday! But oughtn't we to run away on Monday?"

"No; that won't do at all. I told Judith, and she said you'd be found
out. What you must do is this. You must get to the station. You must
walk up to the book-stall. You say to that Miss Neil that you want a
picture-book----"

"Which I don't," said Christian. "I hate picture-books."

"Well, any sort; it don't matter. Then you watch your chance and mix up
with the crowd and come out, and stand outside and wait for me."

"But how will you know what station to go to?"

Rosy laughed. "You'll say that I am very clever when I tell you," she
answered. "Do you know that I picked up a letter that your mother had
dropped, and it was from that fine school of yours--oh! I wouldn't
like to be imprisoned there--and all directions were given. You were
to go from Paddington Station; so I'll be there, and so will Judith,
and we'll take you away before Miss Neil finds out anything. Don't you
see what a splendid plan it is? Your father and mother will be off two
hours before you, and they won't be fretted at all. By the time the
news reaches them that you are lost, you may be able to write a letter
and tell 'em that you are earning your own living in London and doing
fine."

Christian's cheeks were now almost as red as Rosy's.

"It does sound too splendid," she said. "I wonder if I'll have strength
to do it."

"Why, Miss Christian, what do you mean?"

"Well, you know, Rosy, it isn't good of me; it's downright bad of me."

"Oh, I didn't know," said Rosy, "that we was to think of the virtues. I
thought you wasn't a bit that sort of goody-goody kind."

"Nor am I," said Christian, reddening. "But since I saw you I have
heard about my grandmother, and she--she was wonderfully good. And she
had spirit, too, Rosy--far more spirit than either you or I have. But
she never thought of pleasing herself; that was the amazing thing about
her."

"Well, no one can call you selfish, Miss Christian."

"But when I run away from the strict-discipline school I do please
myself, don't I?" answered Christian.

Rosy had no answer for that; but presently her little face puckered up
and she began to cry.

"I was that troubled," she began, bringing out the words through her
sobs; "and Judith Ford--I promised her five shillings; so I did. I
knew you'd pay it for getting her to hire the room and for going to
Paddington with me. And I thought I wouldn't be scolded any more, nor
have my finger pricked by the horrid needlework, nor anything of that
sort; and now----"

"Well?" said Christian.

"You are backing out of it; I can see that. You aint half nor quarter
as anxious about it as you were when last we met."

"You needn't be frightened," said Christian coldly. "I asked you to
help me, and I mean to go through with it; but as to its not being
painful--I know it will be necessary, but it is horribly painful. I can
scarcely bear to look my mother and father in the face."

"Well!" said Rosy, "I could look mother straight enough in the face.
I didn't sauce her half as much to-day, for thinking that I'd be away
from her and the horrid needlework in less than a week. Oh, I am happy!
And we'll get a little monkey and tambourines, and we'll practise like
anything in our dear, snug little room; and we'll start walking along
the streets and getting pence from the passers-by by the end of next
week."

Christian's eyes once again sparkled. The scheme was fascinating. She
found herself, as it were, between two positions. At one side was the
school, strict--very strict--far away from London, where she would be
received and, as it were, locked up in prison for years and years and
years; no holidays to look forward to, for holidays were to be spent at
school; no friends that she loved to greet her or speak to her. She was
slow in making friends, and Rosy was dearer to her than any other girl.
Certainly the other prospect was more alluring. It did not occur to her
that the small room would be anything but spotlessly clean, with snowy
sheets to the bed, and pretty, bright furniture, and a dear little fire
in the grate; and she _had_ always longed to taste red herrings. She
thought that the food of the poor would be nice as a change--at least
for a time. Then there would be the life in the open air, and the other
tambourine-girls looking on and envying and wondering. And the monkey
should certainly be called Jacko, for there was no other name so sweet
for him. And she would love him and teach him no end of tricks, and he
would sleep with her at night.

"Yes, Rosy, I will do it," she said. "I am sorry I seemed to hesitate.
You can't quite understand everything about me; but I'll do it safe
enough."

"That's right," said Rosy. "And now, do you think, Miss Christian, that
you could let me have five shillings?"

"What for?" asked Christian.

"Well, it's for this: Judith can't hire us a room unless she pays in
advance. She has one now in her mind's eye--a beauty--like a bird's
nest, she said--the cosiest spot on earth. She wouldn't like to lose
it. She must get it to-morrow, and we'll take possession of it on
Tuesday, but we must pay a week in advance."

"I have only got my sovereigns," said Christian. "It will seem rather
strange my changing one."

"All right," said Rosy; "only I don't suppose I dare come again. Can't
you get it for me anyhow? Great-aunt has always a lot of change, I
know."

Christian considered, and then she went into the schoolroom. Her purse
containing her treasure was in her own private desk, and that desk
stood on a little round table near one of the windows. It was always
kept locked, and Christian kept the key fastened on to her watch-chain.
She unlocked the desk now and took out the purse. The night before she
had deposited the new sovereign with its seven companions. She looked
sadly at her little store. It seemed a pity to break it. But, after
all, Rosy's request was reasonable; Judith Ford could not be expected
to get a room for them without money.

Both nurse and Miss Thompson were in the room, and they looked
attentively at Christian as she entered.

"Well, Miss Christian," said nurse, "has Rosy made herself scarce?
Quite time for her to do it, little puss!"

"Yes, Christian, you really must go to bed now," said Miss Thompson.

Christian colored. "I want to change this," she said, and she laid the
sovereign on the table.

"Whatever for, my pet?" said nurse.

"It is for Rosy; I want----"

"No; nothing of the kind," said nurse--"nothing of the kind! I'm not
going to have my great-niece taking presents from you, Miss Christian;
and money, too, forsooth! Just like the brass of that little thing! But
I'll soon----"

"Nursey, nursey," cried Christian, almost in tears, "you don't know;
you can't understand. Please--please let me have some change; I want to
give Rosy five shillings. It isn't as a present; it is for something
she is to do for me."

"Of course you can have the change, Christian," said Miss Thompson;
and she went to her desk, and presently laid half a sovereign and four
half-crowns on the table. She took up the sovereign, and Christian ran
into the nursery with the money.

"Here it is," she said, thrusting two half-crowns into Rosy's hands;
"and I had great work to get it. Nursey thought I wanted to give you a
present."

"I'll have something to say to my great-aunt if she doesn't change
her manners," was Rosy's response. "Thank you, Miss Christian; you
couldn't, I suppose, let me have another half-crown as well?"

"What for?" said Christian, who felt that her money was already
beginning to melt with wonderful rapidity.

"Well, you see, miss, it is to pay for Judith's time, and for me and
her to go to Paddington in time to meet you. This sort of thing can't
be done without a little outlay, Miss Christian. Afterwards, when we
are settled down, we'll be as economical as you like."

"There, take it," said Christian.

She thrust the money into Rosy's hand and dashed from the room. She did
not even wait to bid her friend good-night; she felt at that moment
that she almost disliked her.




CHAPTER VI

SIX LONG YEARS


Monday night had arrived. The long days of waiting and suspense were
nearly over. Christian looked paler than ever. She no longer asked
questions or tried to draw people into betraying themselves. She often
sat for half an hour at a time staring straight before her. Nurse was
frightened when she looked at her; even Miss Thompson did not care to
meet her gaze.

Shortly after tea on Monday evening Miss Thompson ran downstairs and
burst suddenly into Mrs. Mitford's presence. Mrs. Mitford was engaged
with her own packing, which had to be done in the most judicious way.
She had given the child to understand that she and her father were
going to the south of France for a time.

"We _are_ going there," she said to the governess. "Don't look at me so
reproachfully. You know we are going to Marseilles, and surely that is
the south of France."

"Well," said Miss Thompson, "I must speak. I don't like it, Mrs.
Mitford; I don't like it at all. I'm glad the time of deception is
over. Sometimes, do you know, I think Christian guesses."

"Christian guesses!" cried her mother. "How could she? I hope you have
been careful. I told you all her things were to be packed in the north
spare-room. She is taking almost everything new with her. She needn't
have known anything. You have told; you have betrayed your trust."

"No, I have not," said Miss Thompson quietly. "I have been as careful
as a woman could be. But Christian is a sharp child, and she can put
two and two together. I suppose, Mrs. Mitford, you will soon tell her
now?"

"She is coming down to see me after dinner this evening. Her father
will be present. We will tell her then," said Mrs. Mitford.

The governess was turning to leave the room. Once again she came back.

"I know you won't do it," she said, "and yet I long to ask you to. I do
so wish you would let me take her to school instead of----"

"Really!" said Mrs. Mitford.

She was a very imperious little woman; she hated anyone even to suggest
that her way was not the right way.

"Really!" she repeated. "I am sorry, but I cannot have my plans
interfered with. My friend Miss Neil will take Christian to the school."

Tears sprang to Miss Thompson's eyes.

"It is only that she loves me, and she does not care for Miss Neil."

"Very silly of her!" said the mother. "She will have to see a good
deal of Miss Neil while we are away. You would like me to write that
recommendation for you to-night, Miss Thompson? Well, I have nothing
but good to say of you. I hope you will get a comfortable situation
before long."

"Thank you," said Miss Thompson a little coldly.

She left the room and returned to the schoolroom, where Christian was
pretending to read a new story-book her father had given her that
morning. It was rather old-fashioned. She did not exactly care for it;
she thought there were too many characters, and that the plot was not
brisk enough. Nevertheless she went on reading it. It would probably
interest her later on; she knew that her mind was not with the written
words that night.

"Do you know that you are to go down to see your father and mother
after dinner?" said Miss Thompson.

"Yes, of course I do," said Christian.

She turned very white and dropped her book.

"You are not well, dear; you don't look at all well."

"I am quite well, thank you, Miss Thompson."

"What dress will you wear, Christian?"

"I don't think it matters much."

"They would like to see you looking nice. Your pink frock is new; will
you put it on?"

"If you like."

It was between eight and nine that evening when Christian, beautifully
dressed as usual, and looking tall and straight, and with a certain
curious defiance about her, and yet with an inward trembling,
passionate love vibrating through her frame, entered the presence of
her father and mother. Of course she knew what was coming. They did
not guess that, but the very fact, although it reduced her to despair,
kept her also calm. There was no uncertainty about the moment that lay
before her.

Mr. Mitford felt extremely nervous. He was fond of Christian--fonder
than he cared to own. He was a very busy man, and seldom had more than
a minute or two to devote to his wife and child, but he felt that
Christian and he could be great friends if they had enough time to get
better acquainted with each other.

Mrs. Mitford was certain that she would burst into passionate tears,
and thus disgrace herself forever in her husband's eyes. Therefore,
when Christian entered with her bold, firm step, she could not help
looking at the child with admiration.

"She will be a beauty by and by," thought the mother; "she is
remarkable-looking now."

The father, as he glanced at her, thought, "She is my mother over
again; it is a sin to leave her."

Filled with a sudden tenderness, he moved up an inch or two on the sofa
in order to make room for Christian to sit by his side.

"We have sent for you, Christian," said her mother; "we have---- You
tell, won't you, Patrick?"

He was silent, looking straight across the room at his wife; his very
lips were trembling. Christian pitied him so much that she almost
prompted him. She very nearly said, "Go on about the school--the
strict-discipline school, you know."

Mrs. Mitford in the interval rushed into the breach, and continued:

"You know, Christian, that we are going to the south of France
to-morrow."

Christian did not answer. She gave a brief nod; her lips were firmly
pressed together; her eyes were bright. She was saying to herself, "I
won't cry. I won't let tears come; I won't--I won't--I won't!"

"Yes," said Mr. Mitford, "we are going to Marseilles; and on a longer
journey."

Christian looked up at him. He took her hand. Once the ice was broken
he continued more fluently:

"I am appointed Consul-General of Teheran in Persia. It is a very
honorable position, and----"

Christian stirred restlessly. Mrs. Mitford looked at her.

"Why doesn't she speak?" she thought. "I quite expected her to say,
'And you will take me with you?'--to say those words very earnestly,
and be passionate and troublesome about it."

But Christian did not say anything. She did not even express surprise.

"We go to-morrow morning," continued Mr. Mitford--"your mother and I.
Christian, child, why don't you speak?"

"I am listening, father," she said gravely.

"You are a good child," said her father, flinging his arm round her
waist and squeezing her to him.

But she detached herself suddenly.

"I'd ever so much rather you didn't pet me while you are telling me."

"Oh, very well!" said Mrs. Mitford in a displeased tone. "I have always
thought it, and I must say it: I don't think you have a scrap of heart,
Christian. You are the only girl I have ever heard of who would submit
to her parents leaving her for six years without even a murmur."

"You didn't say the number of years, mother," answered Christian.

"Stop, Mary," said her husband; "you must allow me to speak to the
child. I am very pleased with you, Christian, for having control of
your feelings. I don't for a moment think that you are heartless. Far
from it," he added, putting his hand under her chin and looking into
the deep eyes that could scarcely meet his gaze--"far from it," he
continued, and he patted her on the shoulder. "You are a good girl,
just like your grandmother, and you have got pluck and endurance. Now,
do you know what we are going to do with you? You are our little girl,
and very, very dear to us."

"Of course, Christian, you are our only child," said her mother. "We
shall be very proud of you when we come back; you will be accomplished
then. You will remember what I wish: you are to be a great musician and
a great singer, and your French is to be----"

"My dear," said her husband, "had you not better let me explain to
Christian what her position will be during our absence?"

"All right, Patrick; only I did think that the child would like her
mother to talk to her."

"So I do, mother," said Christian.

She had a sudden wild impulse to rush up to that pretty little figure
and fling herself into its arms; but she knew that her mother would not
understand her. She had a sort of feeling that her father would, but
she was not sure of him; so she sat still and held herself up for all
she was worth, and thought at intervals under her breath, "I won't let
the tears come--I won't!"

"We have considered this," said Mr. Mitford. "The thing has come
suddenly, and there has been very little time. We could not take you
with us, for the country is not suited for young people. No girl who
is not grown up could go there. We shall be away for a long time, and
during that time, Christian, you must be going on with your education
in the best sense of the word. Threefold must that education be--don't
forget that--body, soul, and spirit. When we return you will be---- How
old are you now, Christian?"

"Thirteen," said Christian.

"Yes, dear, thirteen in August," interrupted Mrs. Mitford. "Can you not
recall that hot August morning when we first saw our little Christian?"

"Yes, dear," replied her husband. "Well, Christian, you are thirteen.
In six years you will be nineteen--a grown-up woman, ready to take up
life seriously--a woman like your grandmother."

"You may as well turn Christian into a Quakeress at once," said the
mother.

"The religious part of the question we need not discuss," said Mr.
Mitford. "In six years' time Christian will be grown up. We shall
return with pride and pleasure to embrace our dear daughter. Now,
Christian, we have found a school for you--not an ordinary school by
any means. The lady who is the Principal is Miss Peacock. She is a
splendid woman; her character is superb. She is a great favorite with
the girls who live under her roof. There are only forty girls, so it
is a comparatively small school. The house is a beautiful old mansion,
and the end of the garden is washed by the waves of the wide Atlantic.
The school is in Cornwall, in one of the most healthy spots possible.
In the summer you will have boating and yachting, in the winter riding.
The climate, compared with that of London, is temperate, and you,
who are fond of flowers, will have them in plenty. Each holiday Miss
Peacock has promised to take you somewhere."

Christian's eyes grew bright.

"You will love her, for she is worthy of love. You are to be treated
with singular indulgence."

"What about the strict-discipline school?" said Christian to herself.

"You are to have your own pretty room, and you are to be allowed to
write your letters without having them looked over--that is, to your
parents. There are some charming girls at the school, and they are all
prepared to love you and be good to you when you arrive. My own dear
girl, you will be there by this time to-morrow night. You will leave
here early in the morning, and---- Don't cry, child; you really have
been very brave."

"Do let me just for a minute," said Christian, flinging her arms round
her father's neck.

Her reserve was broken; she sobbed as though her heart would break.

"Come and kiss me too, Christian," said her mother.

Mrs. Mitford was crying also. Christian sobbed more and more
uncontrollably. Mr. Mitford got up and left the room.

"I couldn't expect her to keep up all the time," he thought. "She
was very brave at first, but those tears are terrible. Mary at least
might have controlled herself. Mary is pretty, adored by society, but,
compared to Christian, heartless. Poor girl, what a face was hers!
I could have stood those tears, but that face of tragedy hurt me.
Poor Christian! I could almost wish I had not taken that brilliant
appointment. But there! it may lead to many things, and when a man has
a child he ought not to be selfish. I do what I do for Christian, after
all. Poor darling! somehow I never seemed to quite understand her or to
appreciate her until to-night."




CHAPTER VII

"THE REFORMATORY SCHOOL IS THE PUNISHMENT FOR ME"


Rosy, who was in some ways so very much wiser than Christian herself,
had assured the young girl that her parents would not be at all
frightened by her running away.

"They won't know anything about it," argued Rosy, "until they get a
letter from your own self; and when you tell them, and they see it in
your handwriting, that you are well and happy, they will be as pleased
as Punch. I know it," continued Rosy, with emphasis, "for when I am
real happy, even if it aint the very thing mother might have liked
beforehand, she can't help getting a sort of delighted look on her
face. It's the way of mothers, even if they are harsh ones; so think
what it will mean to your father and mother, Christian, who love you
like anything."

Christian was so much interested, and her mind was so fully made up,
that she listened to Rosy's specious words, and even composed in her
own mind the little letter she would presently write; a passionate
letter, full of love, but at the same time with a beseeching tone
running through its depths; the letter in which she would assure her
father and mother that she would be the straightest, most upright, most
unselfish, noble sort of tambourine-girl in the world.

After her father had left the room Christian lay still on the sofa,
her arms around her mother's neck and her head buried against Mrs.
Mitford's soft white neck. She had ceased to sob. She had almost ceased
to feel.

By and by Mrs. Mitford roused the child.

"The years will pass quickly; your father and I will think of you, and
the years will go by with lightning speed. Soon we shall be together
again."

"Oh, no, mother," answered Christian; "it will be a long time--a long
time!"

"You think so, dearest, but you are mistaken. Now, go to bed, darling;
I daren't allow you to trouble yourself any longer. You must sleep,
Christian, for my sake, or we shall both be ill to-morrow when we most
want to be fresh and bright."

"Suppose, mother, I were to write you; when would you get the letter?"

"You had better write straight to Bombay. Your father and I will spend
some weeks there before we proceed to Persia. You can write when you
are settled at school. Here is the address."

Mrs. Mitford opened her desk, took out an envelope carefully addressed
and stamped, and put it into the young girl's hand.

"Now, good-night, dearest. You will soon sleep sound. The worst will be
over before long."

Christian left the room without another word. She scarcely kissed her
mother as she parted from her. All of a sudden her conscience began
to prick her. She dared not listen to it, however; there were others
involved in the mad game she was playing. Whatever happened, she must
go on with it. She got quickly into bed, covered her face with the
clothes, and pretended to sleep. She was alone in the dark; even nurse
had left her.

The house quieted down. Mr. and Mrs. Mitford were to leave at seven in
the morning. Christian would not leave until nine, her train not going
from Paddington until a few minutes to ten. Just before she dropped
asleep she resolved, whatever happened, to be up in time to rush down
to kiss her father and mother; but, what with her distress and the
fatigue which her excitement had caused her, she slept heavily until
nurse called her. She started up then with a cry. All that was to take
place flashed upon her. There would be no nurse to-morrow morning; only
a little room in the slums, and Rosy her companion. Well, even that was
better than a strict-discipline school.

"Nursey," she cried, "what is the time?"

"Twenty minutes to eight, deary. You will have to leave soon after
nine. I didn't want to wake you a minute before the time."

"But have they gone--have they gone?"

"Of course, darling; they left at seven. They came up, both of them,
and kissed you. It went hard to see them, particularly my master. Ah!
he's a good man, but maybe stern and a bit absent-minded; but he is a
good man when all is said and told."

Christian did not say a word. The knowledge that her father and mother
were really gone lay on her spirits as a crushing weight. Then she
began quite wonderfully to cheer up. The worst was over. The pain of
leaving the old house, the wonderful dream-attic where the happiest
time of her childhood had been spent, nurse, the servants, Miss
Thompson, was all as nothing.

She got up and dressed. She thought with a smile, how to-morrow she
would be wearing very different clothes. She was not at all nervous;
she was sure that Rosy's and her great plan would succeed.

Breakfast was over in a short space of time. Christian's private money
had been put into a little bag under her skirt. Nurse had made the bag
for her; it had a string attached to it, and nurse had shown the young
girl how she ought to tie it round her waist.

"You are to get more money from time to time," said nurse; "and once
a year I am to come down to Cornwall to see you. The place is called
Penwerne, and is near to the town of Tregellick. They say the house is
that beautiful! But there, darling, do eat something!"

Christian ate and drank. She then bade the servants good-by; she hugged
Miss Thompson, but her last most fervent embrace was for nurse. Nurse
cried, but Christian did not shed a tear. She had said good-by to her
attic the night before, and had determined not to visit it again.

At last she was seated in the cab. Nurse and Miss Thompson promised to
write to her, and Miss Neil, looking stiff and somewhat severe, desired
the cabman to proceed, and they were off. The house in Russell Square
seemed to vanish like a dream; they turned a corner and went rapidly in
the direction of Paddington.

Christian scarcely spoke. There was a cold sensation round her heart;
she wondered if Miss Neil would give her a chance to escape. She was
soon relieved on that score.

"As soon as we get to the station, Christian," said her companion,
"I will have your luggage registered. You have still a great deal of
luggage, although one large box was sent off last week. I will see
it registered, and you will stand by me. But we must get our tickets
first."

Christian longed to ask a question or two, but her tongue clave to the
roof of her mouth. She was so terribly afraid of betraying herself that
she was silent.

They reached the great station, and Miss Neil, accompanied by her young
charge, approached the ticket-office. A string of people were waiting
their turn. Miss Neil bought a single first-class ticket for Christian
and a return for herself. A porter was standing by with Christian's
voluminous luggage piled up on his truck. Miss Neil and he entered into
an animated conversation. They moved a little aside. Christian watched
them, standing stock-still herself as though she were turned into stone.

Suddenly a wild desire to be going quietly down to Cornwall took
possession of her. She considered for a minute how easy it would be for
her to abandon her scheme, to stay by Miss Neil's side, to enter the
carriage which she had selected, to be conscious of the fact that the
luggage was in the luggage-van. There was nothing against her carrying
out this sudden wish--nothing at all--except Rosy's disappointment
and Judith Ford's annoyance. Christian would be going to the school
selected by her father and mother, and all would be well.

"I could send Rosy a letter through nurse," thought the young girl,
"and I would send her a whole sovereign in a postal order. She could
give some of it to Judith, and there would be an end of the matter.
I think I will give it up," was her next thought. "Now that it is so
near, it seems too awful to go through."

But just then Miss Neil turned and spoke sharply to her:

"Don't stay back there, Christian; come to my side. And pray, don't
stand on one foot in that ugly way. Do hold yourself erect; I hate the
manner in which girls hold themselves nowadays. Thank goodness, when
you are at Penwerne you will be taught that and other matters! Yes,
it is a good thing you are going to that severe school. What did you
say?" she continued, turning to the porter. "Over weight? But we have
first-class tickets. One pound to pay? Preposterous!"

"Well, madam, I assure you----" began the man.

He and Miss Neil entered into a sharp dispute, while Christian glided
away. She would carry out her scheme; Miss Neil herself had decided it.

Two minutes later she was in the affectionate embrace of Rosy Latimer,
while Judith Ford, a rough-looking girl with a freckled face and high
cheek-bones, stood near. She wore a showy hat with a lot of cheap red
velvet on it. Her jacket was too small for her, and her gloves had
holes in them. Christian scarcely glanced at Judith Ford.

"Come, quick!" said Rosy. "Oh, aint you a darling? Aint we going to
have a good time? Oh, Christian! you don't know what Judith has done
for us."

"Don't you tell," cried Judith. "You always do let the cat out of the
bag. We'll let Christian see for herself."

"Christian," thought the young girl, "Christian. Have I come to be
called that by a girl of the Judith Ford type?"

The three girls ran down a side street, and a moment later Judith
beckoned to the driver of a decrepit-looking cab with a broken-down
horse to draw up to the edge of the pavement. They jumped in, and off
they went. Christian tried to shut away from her imagination the sound
of Miss Neil's excited, terrified voice when she missed her. She tried
to shut away from her mental vision the thought of Miss Neil at all;
she would forget her now. She would also forget the school at Penwerne,
and the cozy first-class carriage. She would even cease to remember
her parents, who must now be crossing from Dover to Calais. She would
forget everything but the great, marvelous, wonderful adventure itself.
Oh, how often during the last few days had she pictured it! Now she
was living through it in reality. It was a big, big story--a wild,
thrilling thing--she was about to live through it. She had been an
imaginary heroine so often; now she would be a real one. Oh, yes, she
was safe; Miss Neil could not possibly find her. She was safe, and it
was--yes, delicious.

But as this last thought came to her Judith's very sharp voice sounded
on her ears, and Judith's emphatic nudge poked itself into her side.

"Why don't you talk?" cried Judith. "Be you the sulky sort, as hugs
their grief to 'em and hasn't a word to say to their kind friends? Oh,
won't we have a time to-night! You've got the chink all right, haven't
you?"

"The what?" asked Christian.

Judith burst into a loud laugh.

"The chink," she cried. "Why, Rosy, is she such a softy as not to know
what chink means? We'll teach her a few things, you and me; won't we,
Rosy?"

"Miss Christian knows a lot of things," said Rosy. Her voice sounded
quite refined in Christian's ears. "She knows ever so much that we
don't know. We've got to treat her with respect," continued Rosy.

"Not a bit of it!" exclaimed Judith, with another loud laugh. "We're
all in the same boat now."

Christian looked at her with a growing terror.

"And here we be," continued that young person. "Now then, cabby, look
spry. There aint no luggage, so you must let us off cheap. How much is
the fare, cabby? Don't you try to humbug me. I know a thing or two; as
much as you do."

Judith began to haggle loudly. The cabman answered; Judith overtopped
his voice with her screaming one. Poor Christian felt that the most
strict-discipline school on earth would be paradise compared to her
present surroundings. But, after all, Rosy had tact. She came up to her
little companion and whispered in her ear:

"Judith aint going to stay, so don't you think it. She's just showing
off, and no more. I've seen the room, and it's quite nice; and if we
don't like it we can change, for we have plenty of money. Don't fret,
Miss Christian; I can't abear to see that sort of look on your face."

"Come along now," said Judith, having settled her dispute with the
cabman. "I lead; you follow. I'm leader in this game."

She entered a hideous, dirty, tumble-down house. Christian held her
skirts tightly round her; she could not bear that they should touch
the filthy walls. She scarcely liked to tread on the black and broken
stairs.

They went up flight after flight, and at last entered a small attic
at the top of the house. Compared to the stairs, it was fairly
comfortable, but poor Christian had never imagined that anyone could
live in a room of this sort.

"I was thinking," said Rosy, who was watching her little companion
earnestly, "that you and me, Miss Christian might go out presently and
buy a few things. You see, Judith," she added, turning to the other
girl, "Miss Christian has been accustomed to a very different life."

"It will do her a sight of good to know how the poor live," was
Judith's remark. "But as to buying things, you and she had better lie
low for a day or two, for they're sure to make no end of a fuss, and
have the police after her, and all the rest. It wouldn't do to have the
police after us," continued Judith, fixing her malicious eyes full on
Christian's white face, "for running away is a crime punished by law.
You gets locked up for running away, and a pretty long sight of prison
too, to say nought of the disgrace. You wouldn't like that, would you,
miss?"

"It isn't true," said Christian. "I don't believe it."

"Oh, don't you, miss? Well, I'm sorry for you. There's a woman in the
next room--a very nice friendly woman; her name is Mrs. Carter; she
helped me to tidy up the room this morning. We'll ask her."

Before Christian could prevent her, Judith bounded into the adjoining
room, and came out accompanied by a tall woman with a head of tousled
hair, curl-papers all round her forehead, a broken bodice, and a red
skirt. This woman had heard from Judith all about the proposed plan,
and thought it a very fine joke indeed.

"This young lady is Miss Christian Mitford--the Honorable Miss
Christian Mitford," said Judith, laughing. "You'll have to drop your
curtsy to her, Mrs. Carter."

"I aint a-going to drop no curtsies to anybody who lives in this
house," said Mrs. Carter.

Christian walked to the window and turned her back on the other inmates
of the room. Oh, she was punished! was it true what that awful girl
said, that if she were caught now the law of the land would put her in
prison? She wished the ground would open and swallow her up. Oh, where
was the delight and excitement of the adventure that had looked so fair
before it began?

"You just tell her plain out what's the truth, Mrs. Carter," said
Judith.

"About what, my dear?" said Mrs. Carter.

"Aint it the case, ma'am, that if you run away from your lawful
guardians, you being, so to speak, a minor--that means under age,
miss," she added, nodding to Christian--"aint it the case that you are
locked up?"

Mrs. Carter looked hard at Judith. She then glanced at Christian.
Christian was well dressed; beyond doubt she was rich. She must
frighten her and then soothe her, for get money out of her she should,
and would and could.

"Miss," she said, "I'm sorry for yer. My heart bleeds for yer, miss.
Whoever made yer get into this scrape? It's true, miss; it's true. It
happened to my first cousin. She was well born, miss--not like me. Her
parents were most genteel. When a child she ran away from school, and
for two years she was in a reformatory, miss--a prison-school. She was
indeed, miss. She never come to any good; and she's in prison again
now, miss, serving her time for burglarious action."

Christian had not the slightest idea what burglarious action was,
but it had an awful sound. Her heart stood still with agony. It was
scarcely likely that both Mrs. Carter and Judith were wrong. Mrs.
Carter had her facts so glib, and she had such a wicked knowing look.

"I'm sorry for yer, miss, but the only thing for yer is to keep tight
in here; and if the police come you can hide under my bed, miss, and
you're kindly welcome. And if there's anything I can do for you young
ladies in the way of hot water for making a drop of tea, or anything of
that sort, you have but to tell me; for it's neighborly we'll be, miss,
and you won't regret it so much when you know, so to speak, the in and
out of our lives. We may be poor, but we have our good p'ints, and our
moments of 'joyment too."

"You clear out now," said Judith, pushing Mrs. Carter towards the door.
She shut it, and then came up to Christian.

"You'd best give me a little of the chink," she said, "and I'll go out
and buy food for us all. I can show my nose as much as ever I like,
for I haint run away; but you and Rose must keep tight, for if you
show yourselves it's the reformatory school you'll get into. It's the
reformatory school; that's the punishment for you."




CHAPTER VIII

PLAY-ACTING


With trembling fingers Christian lifted her skirt and produced the
little bag which contained her precious savings. There were still
seven pounds ten shillings in the bag, for she had given away the last
half-crown of her first ten shillings to Judith in order to settle with
the irate cabman. It was in reality only a one-and-sixpenny ride, but
Judith, as she pocketed the shilling, assured Christian that it cost
half-a-crown and was cheap at that. Christian knew too little about the
ways of the poor to make any remark, but she did feel certain that her
money would not go far if it was required at so rapid a rate.

"Here," she said, opening her bag and producing half-a-sovereign; "I
ought to get a lot of change out of that."

"So yer will," said Judith, snatching it from her; "and I'll bring in
all sorts of things. What do you think we'll want, Rosy? You'd best
make a list."

"Oh! I wish I could go with you," said Rose, whose eyes glistened at
the sight of the gold.

"But you can't," said Christian, "I should die if I were left alone in
this awful, awful place."

"Awful, is it?" said Judith. "My word, you be hard to please! I 'ates
the ways of your haristocrats, always with their noses in the air,
sniffing at everything, pleased at nothing. The sight of trouble I had
to get this sweet little room! And I'm sure it's as pretty a place as
can be found. And if that aint a nice, clean bed for the two of yer
to sleep in, I don't know where you'll find a better. And there's a
fireplace and a table. And oh, my word! here's a cupboard in the wall.
What more could the most particular desire? And here's a chest of
drawers. Jolly, I call it! And two chairs--one for me, and one atween
the two of you. If this room aint spry and cozy, the only thing I can
say is that I hope you'll never find yourself worse lodged. Now then,
Rosy, tell us what you want."

Rosy began to count on her fingers. She had arranged everything
beforehand in her own acute little mind. She knew exactly the food they
would require, the matches and the chips of wood for lighting the fire
and the coal to fill the grate. She ordered matches and wood and coal
now, also red herrings, a little loaf of the best fresh bread, some
butter, some tea, sugar and milk.

"You must see about the coal the first thing," said Rosy; "we can't do
any cooking until it has come. And, Judith, we must have a saucepan and
a kettle and a little frying-pan, and some cups and saucers, and spoons
and knives, and a pinch of salt, and wood to light the fire, and half a
dozen eggs. Can you remember all those things?"

"That I can," said Judith; "but if you think there will be much change
out of ten shillings you're uncommonly mistaken."

"But there ought to be," said Rose, her cheeks growing crimson. "Mother
'ud get all them things and have summat to spare out of five shillings.
Look you, Judith, there aint to be any larks with Miss Christian's
money. You're to bring back five shillings change, or I'll go out and
buy the things myself, whether I'm caught or not."

The smirky, impudent look left Judith's face.

"We needn't stay here at all," continued Rosy. "Miss Christian might
so happen to get tired of this here joke. She might so happen to want
to go back to her own people, and we will go back, both of us, even if
they are angry, if you play any pranks. Now you understand."

Judith nodded. "It's a nice opinion you have of me, Rose Latimer," she
said. "What pranks would a poor girl like me be up to? You needn't fret
about me and my morals, Rose Latimer, for I'm as straight as a die, I
can tell yer."

She ran downstairs, utterly regardless of the dirty walls and the
broken stairs. She flew along, leaping over obstacles, and clearing two
or three stairs at a time in her headlong flight.

When her steps had died away Rosy looked at Christian. Christian's back
was to her; she was standing by the window. She had not removed her
hat and jacket. In her heart was a dull weight--the weight of absolute
despair. Even Rosy, as she watched Christian and seemed to guess by
a sort of instinct what she was feeling, began to find the adventure
less adventurous, and even began to see a certain amount of good in
the dressmaker's room where she usually sat, cozy and warm, machining
long seams and turning out yards and yards of flouncings. Yes, even the
dressmaker's room was better than this attic, with Christian, as Rosy
expressed it, in a sulk.

"Miss Christian," said the little girl.

Christian made no reply. She drew a step or two nearer the window, and
stared out with the most forlorn feeling in her heart. The only view
she could obtain from the very small dormer-window of the attic was
of some of the neighboring roofs, black with smoke and smuts. They
were hideous in the extreme. Christian had never before known what
real, absolute ugliness meant. She shuddered, and yet, with a certain
fascination, drew nearer. A cat, meant by nature to be white, but of
a dull uniform gray, stepped gingerly over the roofs towards her. He
met a brother cat, and they saluted each other in the customary manner.
Christian turned away with a shudder.

"Miss Christian," said Rosy again.

"What is it, Rose?"

"You are miserable," said Rosy, "and you blame me."

"Well, I never thought it would be like this. I never imagined anything
so awful. And is it true that as we ran away we--we'd----"

"Nonsense, Miss Christian! I don't believe it's true for a single
minute. It's only Judith's way to frighten you, miss."

"But Mrs. Carter said the same."

"Yes, Miss Christian, I know it; but she was put up to it by Judith."

"I thought you said you liked Judith--that you thought her a nice girl."

"I never seed her afore in the light I do to-day, miss, and that's the
truth."

"Rose, I'm frightfully miserable."

"Well, I aint too happy," said Rose.

"Can't we get away from here? I'm frightened."

"We might creep out of a night, for certain, but in the daytime they're
a-watchin us."

"Who? Who are watching us?" said Christian. She went up to Rose and
clasped her hand in an access of terror.

"Well, that Mrs. Carter; and most like there are others in the house,
and they all know you have money. I tell you what, Miss Christian,
there's only one thing to do."

"What is that? Oh, what? Oh, I am frightened! I never thought I should
be so terrified."

"It's a clear case when one ought to be terrified," said Rose, and she
sank down on one of the chairs and stared straight in front of her.
"Yes," she repeated, "it's clear it means terrifying; there aint a
doubt of that."

"What is to be done?" said Christian. "Oh, if mother could see me
now! Oh, father, father! Rosy, I'd rather be in the most awful
strict-discipline school in the whole world than here."

"You think so because you aint at the school," was Rosy's astute reply.
"Now, Miss Christian, let me think; don't speak for a minute. It were
I who got you into this, so it must be me to get you out; that's but
fair."

"It is--it is; but can you?"

"Let me think, miss. Judith will be back in half an hour. I'll think
for a bit and then speak."

To Christian those few minutes seemed like eternity. At last Rosy stood
up. She crossed the room, went to the door and examined it.

"There aint never a lock," she said. "That's bad. But we can put the
chest of drawers agen' the door to-night, so that no one can come in
without us hearing 'em. And if we are really frightened we can push
the bed up agen' the chest, and squeeze it in between the door and the
wall; then we'll be as snug and safe as any girls could be. Then we
must take the first chance that offers to get away; we must. Judith
aint what I thought her. We mustn't tell her--not on any account. We
must steal away when she aint here. The folks here won't let us go if
they think we want to, so we must pretend."

"Pretend?" said Christian, in amazement.

"For sure, miss; there aint no other way. We must pretend we are
delighted--you to be free of the school, me to be your companion.
We must have a right good time to-night and turn Judith's head
with our merriment. We must laugh and sing and pretend to enjoy
ourselves. We must have a sort of feast, and we must talk a lot about
buying the tambourines; and Judith must see about hiring a proper
tambourine-girl's dress for you and another for me. It will mean maybe
five shillings more, but that can't be helped. We must catch 'em by
guile, Miss Christian--Mrs. Carter and the rest. They must hear me
talking to you about the awful prison life you has escaped, and you
must say out very loud that you never did enjoy yourself so much
before. We must take 'em in. You leave it to me, miss. You follow up
when I speak. When I give you a look you will know what I mean. That's
it, miss. Then to-morrow we'll creep away. If anybody meets us we'll
say we are going out to buy things. We'll leave the cups and saucers
and things behind us, and we'll never come back--never. That's what we
must do. It's the only way, for I don't believe that we can be locked
up for running away. But I do think the folks in this house will keep
us from ever getting home again; or, at any rate, from getting home
until they have got all the money they can from us."

Rosy spoke with great confidence. Christian felt cheered by her words.

"It will be horribly difficult," said Christian; "and I hate deceiving.
I never did deceive anyone yet in my life."

"It's a case of play-acting," said Rose stoutly; "and if you aint been
play-acting all your born days, I don't know who has. Haven't you been
Joan of Arc one day, and Charlotte Corday another and poor me Marat
in his bath, waiting for you to stab me--and William Tell and the
characters in the Bible? There aint no fear that you can't act. You've
just got to act once more."

"But what?"

"Why, a girl who loves the slums, and dotes on her freedom, and is
determined that nothing shall make her a slave. Now you know what to
do. Oh, here comes Judith! I'd know Judith's step in a thousand."

As Rosy said the last words she began to hum in a high, excited,
staccato voice:


    "For Britons never, never, never shall be slaves."


Judith burst into the room. She carried a heap of parcels and a sack
full of coal.

"If this aint love!" she said. "If this aint, so to speak, the height
of devotion! Now then, look spry, both of you."

"Oh, yes," said Rosy, bursting into a loud and apparently delighted
laugh, "you are good. Now we'll have fun. Bustle up, Miss Christian;
take off your hat and jacket. See, aint I thoughtful? I brought a
little apron for you in my pocket. You slip it on; deary miss, and then
you won't spoil your nice things."

"What do it matter if she spoils her things or not?" cried Judith.
"She can't go on dressing in that fashion; she'd be nabbed at once.
The police would bustle round her just like birds round a strange
bird. She'll have to dress like the poor folks. The best thing is to
pawn her dress, and get her one of them thick woolen sort like the
tambourine-girls wear from the pawn-shop."

"That's the right thought, Miss Christian, aint it?" said Rosy. "And
you'll be sure to get a good price for such solid clothes as you wear.
I could go out now and pawn them."

"No you don't!" said Judith. "If there's any pawning to be done, I do
it. And you needn't think for a moment that your Miss Christian--your
fine, guarded young lady, who'd get finely punished by the law of the
land were it known what she'd done--would get much for her clothes.
It's very, very little she'll get; although, of course, I'll do my best
for her."

"Oh, I am so hungry!" said Christian, making a valiant effort to speak
naturally.

For one instant she looked towards the window. It was like looking
out of prison. Even the roofs, so close at hand, seemed to her at
that moment the land of the free. But it was true she had often acted
before, and she could and would act for dear life now. So she fell on
her knees and began to build up the fire. How badly she did it! Judith
roared with laughter, and dropping down by her side, began to give
directions. Presently Rosy pulled them both aside and lit the fire
herself. She was quite an adept at this sort of thing. For a wonder the
chimney did not smoke, and the sight of crackling wood and cheerful
blaze brought the first moment of comfort to poor Christian's heart.
When the fire was lit the dirty table was laid with the plates and cups
and saucers, and pewter spoons, and ugly black-handled knives. Judith
thought they were very fine, but Christian, if she had not been acting
a part, would have found it impossible to have eaten with them or on
them.

But the tea was fairly good, and it was made in the tiny little brown
teapot; and the herrings were put on the pan to fry. Mrs. Carter,
attracted by the excellent smell, popped her nose in at the door.

"My word!" she said, "here's comfort; here's dainties; here's a real
feast. Would a poor neighbor who has scarcely tasted a morsel all day
be welcome, or would she be unwelcome? You say the word, miss--welcome
or unwelcome--the truth, miss, and nothing but the truth."

Rosy gave Christian an anxious glance. Christian, still forcing herself
to continue her play-acting, replied in a hearty tone:

"Of course you are welcome."

"Then do, like a good creature," suddenly exclaimed Judith, who by no
means wished the feast to be shared by anyone else, "go and take out
those curlers. Oh, I know they are Hinde's, but take 'em out--take 'em
out--and come in looking like a decent, civilized 'uman being."

Mrs. Carter hastened to comply, and soon the four, on two chairs, were
seated round the board. Rosy shared half of Christian's chair, and
Judith and Mrs. Carter, pushing each other violently from time to time,
subsided on the other. It cracked under their joint weight. Mrs. Carter
said that if they were unlucky enough to break it, the landlord would
charge Christian the full price of a new chair.

"He'd do nothing of the sort," said Judith. "Why should he, I should
like to know? This one is as old as the hills, and didn't cost more
than one and elevenpence when it was new."

She had scarcely uttered the words when crash, crack went the chair,
and the two were prostrated on the ground.

They got up amidst peals of laughter. Mrs. Carter assured Christian
that the chair cost seven and sixpence, but that she'd make it good
with the landlord for half-a-crown if Christian would entrust her with
that sum.

"We'll see about it to-morrow," said Rosy. "I think, ma'am, we have all
had our meal, and there's a deal for me and this young--person," she
glancing at Christian as she spoke--"to see to. We has to begin our
trade to-morrow morning. We are poor--very poor."

"Oh, my!" said Mrs. Carter.

She glanced at Judith, who winked back at her.

"Yes, desperate," continued Rosy. "Aint we, Miss Christian?"

"Certainly we're very poor," replied Christian.

"But, all the same," continued Rosy, "we're very happy; aint we, missy?"

"Very," said Christian again. "And we are so thankful to our kind
friends who helped us to run away. We are----"

"Nonsense!" interrupted Mrs. Carter. "To think as you like this better
nor the palaces you have come from."

"We are very happy, and there is such a thing as drudgery even in
a palace," continued Rosy. "And this young--person--she don't call
herself a lady any more--was going to a sort of prison school.
She prefers liberty, even though liberty aint, so to speak,
self-indulgence. We're both happy; aint we, Miss Christian?"

"Very happy," replied Christian.

"And how do you mean to live?" said Mrs. Carter, impressed in spite of
herself.

"We thought of going and dancing in the streets. This young person can
dance most beautifully."

"Well, I never! You'll make up as Italians, no doubt."

"It's you that has an acute brain, ma'am," said Rosy in a voice full of
admiration. "That's what we mean to do--aint it, miss?"

"It is," said Christian.

"And we mean to begin," continued Rose, "to-morrow morning."

"Oh, no, you don't!" said Mrs. Carter. "That would be dangerous."

"Dangerous or not, we are going to risk it," said Rosy.

"Yes, we're going to risk it," said Christian in a stout voice.

"And what I was thinking," continued Rosy--"that is, if it is agreeable
to you, Christian--is that every day, while we are out earning our
fortunes, we might give Mrs. Carter, say, fourpence a day to keep our
fire in and our room tidy, and perhaps to have the kettle boiling
for us when we come in at night. If you like, Mrs. Carter, I think
Christian and me would make it worth your while for fourpence a day."

"I'm agreeable to that same, if you make it sixpence."

"No, ma'am, we can't possibly do that. Fourpence is too high. If you
don't like it, ma'am, say so, and we'll get a woman downstairs to do it
for threepence, or maybe twopence."

"Well, I'll do it for fourpence if you throw supper into the bargain."

"Can we throw in supper, Miss Christian?" asked Rosy.

"I think so," said Christian, trying to act the part more forcibly than
ever.

"Fourpence and supper, then," said Rose. "But it can't be paid any day
that you don't make yourself useful, Mrs. Carter."

"No fear of me," said Mrs. Carter, with a toss of her head.

"And what part shall I have?" said Judith, who was absolutely taken in
by Rose's cheerfulness.

"You can come and see us when you like, and when we have made enough
money we'll now and then give you a treat; and Mrs. Carter shall come
with us. But," added the little girl, emboldened by the effect her
words were producing, "we won't have any of the other people of this
house. The more you keep us to ourselves, Mrs. Carter, the more you
will get. Do you understand?"

"For certain I do, honey; and I must say it's a real sensible plan."

"So we will stay here quietly to-night," said Rosy, "and enjoy
ourselves, and to-morrow morning we will go and buy what we want. We'll
start our trade about midday. We'll dress as Italians, of course."

"I'd like fine to see you doing it," said Mrs. Carter.

"You mustn't follow us on any account--anyhow, not for a day or two.
We'd feel more nervous, like, if we thought you was looking on at us."

"You be a 'cute un," said Mrs. Carter.

"Now then, make yourself scarce, ma'am," said Judith, "for we have a
lot to attend to."

Mrs. Carter retired. She was apparently in the height of good-humor.
Rose instructed Christian how to wash up the tea-things.

By and by Judith also took her leave.

"For if I'm not back home before four o'clock, folks may suspect and
hunt me up, and maybe find you into the bargain," she said to the
little girls, and so she left them to themselves.

Yes, at last they were alone. Mrs. Carter had gone out; they heard her
heavy tramp as she went downstairs. She was the only other lodger on
this floor, and the place was now comparatively quiet.

"If only we could lock the door," said Rosy. "But there, we can't."

"Shall you sleep at all to-night, Rosy? Aren't you terrified?" said
Christian.

"It's just this," said Rosy: "I mustn't let out; I must pretend I'm not
the least bit frightened."

"I don't suppose you are. You are wonderfully brave."

"Now then, let us settle down and let us plan," said Rose.

They sat close to each other and kept up the fire, and they had no idea
of saving their small amount of coal. What did it matter when they
meant to go away on the morrow?

Presently day faded. They had forgotten to supply themselves with
candles. Rose did not dare to go out. Christian clung to her.

"We'll keep up the fire all night," said Rose. "You'd like another cup
of tea, wouldn't you, darling Miss Christian?"

"No," said Christian; "I'm not hungry. Rosy, if I hadn't done it I'd
have been nearly at school now."

"Yes, darling."

"And I wouldn't be feeling such an awfully wicked girl."

"You can't help it," said Rosy. "It's the way of life; we are punished
when we do wrong."

"Do you think we did very wrong?"

"For certain we did. I knew it all along, but I couldn't hold back from
the fun."

"Do you think we are in danger now, Rosy?"

Rose was silent.

"Rosy, do you think anything will happen to us to-night?"

"Miss Christian, you always were brave."

"Yes," replied Christian, "but I never did suppose that I could be in
my present surroundings. I am frightened to-night, and I don't pretend
I am anything else."

"We will do what we said," answered Rose. "We'll put the chest of
drawers against the door, and move the bedstead against the chest of
drawers, and that will fill up the space as far as the opposite wall.
Then no one can get in. Isn't that a good plan?"

"Let's do it," said Christian; "and let's do it now while Mrs. Carter
is out, for if they heard us moving about the room they might try to
get in."

"Come along, then, Miss Christian. Let's be quick. We never did a bit
of play-acting to equal this before."

"Never," replied Christian; "and," she added under her breath, "I don't
think I will ever, as long as I live, want to play-act again."




CHAPTER IX

A NIGHT IN THE SLUMS


The two girls carried out their plan in all its details. They moved the
chest of drawers against the door, and then they moved the bedstead.
By this means they had practically locked the door. They were very
thankful for this later on, for as night advanced and the people came
home, and the house became full, their terrors increased. They were
now so frightened that they did not dare to speak even to each other
about their fears; and when, shortly after they had secured themselves
against intrusion, someone first tapped at the door and then turned the
handle and pushed, and then after a moment of silence steps were heard
going away, they could only clasp each other's hands and sit close
together, almost paralyzed with terror.

"They've shut themselves in," Christian heard Mrs. Carter say to
someone on the landing. "They're the 'cutest young folks I ever see'd."

Then the someone who was spoken to growled, and Mrs. Carter and this
person went into the adjoining room; and there they moved about at
intervals, and at intervals remained quiet. Christian felt positive
that they were waiting to do something, and Rose knew that they were
waiting, but neither girl expressed her terror to the other.

"They can only get in by breaking through the door," said Christian,
"and they will scarcely do that."

But Rose knew that such people as Mrs. Carter and her husband would
think very little of breaking through an old door if they wished to get
at their neighbors' attic.

How glad the children were that they had fuel! They piled up the little
grate and made the fire burn hot and strong; and by and by Rosy tried
to persuade Christian to have another cup of tea. But Christian was now
so sick with terror that she could not touch the tea.

"We won't lie down at all," said Rosy. "We'll sit close to each other
by the fire. We won't sit on the floor, for it aint too clean, but
we'll sit on a chair each, and put our arms round each other. It's only
for one night, my own darling Miss Christian--only for one night--and I
think somehow God will keep us safe."

"I haven't prayed to Him," said Christian in a broken voice, "because I
have done wrong. When you do very wrong you can't pray."

"Maybe you could repent, and then you could pray," said Rosy.

"I don't know," answered Christian.

The night went on. There were stars in the sky. The children could see
the stars from the dormer-window of their attic; and presently the
moon--a full one--rose and flooded the outside world. Christian, from
where she sat, could see the cats stealing about, making great shadows
on the neighboring roofs, and she could hear their cry as they met each
other; she could also hear, far down below, the great roar of London
itself. And in the house she could hear the cries of children and the
angry, excited words of men and women, and she felt that in all her
life she had never even imagined anything quite so awful. Her one drop
of comfort lay in the fact that Rosy--pretty Rosy--was cuddled up close
to her, and that Rosy certainly would not leave her.

The two young girls did not attempt to undress, and Christian's bag of
money was still firmly secured under her skirt.

By and by silence began to reign. Even in a house like this people
must sleep sometimes, and the drunken men and women lay down on their
respective beds, the children slept heavily, and in the adjoining attic
all was still. Then Rosy began to nod and to fall half-forward in her
chair. Christian had great work to keep her from sliding to the ground.
Perhaps it was this fact that made Christian so wide awake herself; but
certain it is she could not sleep.

She was glad that there was a moon in the sky; she was glad that the
terrible house was quiet at last. Poor Christian! she little knew what
lay before her.

The time passed on, and notwithstanding her determination not to close
an eye, the silence and the soothing effect of Rosy's presence began to
make her drowsy. She put her arm more firmly round her little companion
and let her body lean against Rosy's, and was really beginning to nod
her head, when suddenly there came a great shadow between her and the
moonlight. She looked up, and there was Mrs. Carter on the roof, trying
to get in at the window. How she had got out on the leads Christian
never knew, but she had done so, and was now feeling all along the
fastening of the dormer-window and was endeavoring to open it.

In one minute it seemed to the young girl that the blood of Joan of Arc
and Charlotte Corday, and many more of the great heroines of the past,
rushed through her veins. She gave Rosy a jerk--unintentionally, for
she did not mean to wake her. She did not care about Rosy then, nor did
she want her. She felt all-sufficient to herself. In an instant she had
sprung forward, and going to the window, opened it a little way.

"Go back this minute," she said. "You are not on any account to come
in; I will push you down if you try. I don't care whether I hurt you or
not; I will push you off the roof if you try to get in. You have no
right here; go back."

Mrs. Carter was so amazed by the mere fact of Christian's being up and
awake, when she expected her to be in bed and sound asleep, and so
startled at the girl's unlooked-for courage, that she was absolutely
mute.

"Go away," repeated Christian. "I know what you have come about: you
want to steal my money. You think I have got some. Well, if I have, it
isn't for you. You told me lies to-day about being punished for running
away, but I don't tell you any lie when I say that you can be put in
prison for this--yes, you and your husband. I will push you right down
off the roof--I don't care whether it hurts or not--if you try to get
in."

There was a very ugly look on Mrs. Carter's face. Even in the shadow,
with her back to the moonlight, Christian noticed it; but not a single
word escaped her lips. Her footing was insecure and dangerous; one
strong push from a big girl like Christian standing firmly within the
room would not only knock her down, but cause her to drop a matter of
thirty feet on to another roof at a little distance. She therefore
began cautiously and quietly, and still with that evil look on her
face, to back away from Christian, and in a few minutes the young girl
perceived by the absence of all shadow that Mrs. Carter must have
returned to her own attic.

Then Christian shut the window, fastened it firmly, and stood close to
it. Mr. Carter might come now that his wife had failed, but if he did
both Christian and Rose would fight him. Christian was certain that
between them they would be a match for anyone who tried to get in at
the window.

"Rose," said Christian.

Rose began to mutter in her sleep. She had fallen forward now, and was
half on the chair and half on the floor.

"I did not mean it, great-aunt," she began. "It was just that I were
tempted, and I never, never thought that Miss Christian----"

"Wake up, Rose," said Christian; "wake up. You have got to stay awake."

Then Rose did open her dazed eyes.

"Whatever is the matter?" she cried.

"Build up the fire and I'll tell you," said Christian.

There was a new tone in Christian's voice; it was firm and strong and
almost triumphant. It had the conquering note in it which Rosy had
noticed when they played games sometimes in the attic.

"Oh, Miss Christian," she said, "what is it?"

Christian told her what had occurred.

"I am not proud," said Christian, "not a bit. It was just given to
me to say the words, and I am sure God was helping me. I am sure God
is sorry for us, and He is going to help us both. I don't feel a bit
frightened, but we must keep them out, Rosy. If two of them come
together it will be hard work, but we must be strong and firm and push
them over if they try to come in. We will stay by the window all night,
and you shall stay near to me, and we won't leave it except to stir up
the fire."

The rest of the night was spent in that fashion, and as the hours went
by and the moon set and darkness really came on, Rosy's fears began to
return to her very badly; but Christian was not at all afraid.

"We will keep them out," she said. "If they had been coming back they
would have come by now. And even if they do come back they will find us
here."

Perhaps Mr. and Mrs. Carter were not quite such valiant people as Mrs.
Carter would have given the children to understand, for certain it is
that, although Christian fancied she heard a step on the roof outside
the window towards morning, it did not come any nearer. Perhaps Carter
was only prowling round to see if the children were still up and awake.

When the morning dawned there were two very tired little faces gazing
sadly each at the other.

"This is the longest night I have ever lived through," said Christian,
"and yesterday was the longest day. There is only one thing now to be
done: I will go back to nursey and Miss Thompson and Miss Neil, and
tell them everything. I will write to father and mother. I have done
dreadfully wrong, and I ought to be punished, and I am quite, quite
willing to go to the strict-discipline school."

"That's all very well," cried Rose, "but what about me?"

The terrors of the night were over, and once again she began to feel
a certain charm in a life of independence; the little attic, with the
winter sunshine streaming in at the dormer-window, was not altogether
despicable; and surely there was a great fascination in the thought of
dancing and playing and taking a monkey round the London streets.

"You did wrong too, Rose," said Christian. "Of course, you wouldn't
have done it but for me. I will stand up for you all I can. I will tell
your mother myself. She'll be angry, of course, but she wouldn't be a
true mother if she didn't forgive."

"Oh, Miss Christian! you don't know what it means. If you only
would----"

Then she looked at Christian's face and changed her mind. It was
useless to talk any further; Christian was resolved. She had been
resolved to run away, and she had done so; she was now equally resolved
to return to the straight paths.

"I tell you what it is, Miss Christian," said Rose; "if you'd only
speak to great-aunt, and ask her to let me live with her until you
come back again, I'd be as happy as the day is long. You'll ask her,
miss, won't you?"

"Perhaps," said Christian; "but it is time we were off, and we are not
going to pretend any more."

Rosy had made tea, and Christian drank a cup and ate a morsel of bread;
and then they pulled the bedstead away from its place beside the door,
pushed the chest of drawers aside, and prepared to leave the attic. But
first Christian took half-a-crown from her pocket.

"Whatever's that for?" asked Rosy.

"It's for the chair that Judith and Mrs. Carter broke," said Christian.

She had scarcely said the words before Mrs. Carter, with a pretended
smile on her face and her hair quite tidily arranged, opened the door
of her attic and came out.

"Well, now, dearies," she said, "and how are you both? And how did you
sleep?"

Christian looked at her in some wonder. Mrs. Carter did not even blush.

"Why, now," she said, "the way poor women are misunderstood! You
fastened your door, timorous young things, supposing as the neighbors
might be breaking into your room and getting your bits of gold. You had
no cause to fear that with me a-sleeping on the same floor; you had
but to shout to me and I'd have come to you, and there aint a neighbor
in the house as would do anything to little gels when Martha Carter's
blood is up. Well, you shut your door, but I couldn't sleep. I said to
Willyum, 'Willyum,' I sez, 'I can't get any rest for thinking of those
two poor little haristocrats next door. They don't trust us, Willyum,'
sez I, 'and I'll open the winder and steal out on the leads and look in
at 'em, just to see that they're cozy and fast asleep.'

"'Do,' sez Willyum; and I gets out, and, my word! I was took back. You
turned into a young savage, miss, and you threatened to murder me, and
I as good-natured a woman as ever walked.

"Back I goes to Willyum. 'They're young sparrer-haws,' sez I, 'and
we'll leave 'em to 'emselves. I'll have no more dealing with 'em. I
never was took up with haristocrats, and these are the worst of their
species.'

"Willyum agrees with me, and we drop asleep. Well, miss, I meant no
harm; you mistook me--that was all."

Christian's clear eyes fixed themselves steadily on Mrs. Carter's bad
face; then she said in a gentle tone:

"We are going away. We don't like this house, and we are going. You can
do what you like with the crockery and the frying-pan and the coals,
and you can have that half-crown in order to get the broken chair
mended. And I paid for this room for a week, and you can use it until
the week is up. Good-by; we are going. Don't keep us. If you or your
husband follow us I shall scream for the police, and I shall tell the
whole truth about everything. You'd best not follow us. Come, Rose."

She took her little companion's hand, and they ran downstairs.

As they ran the neighbors on each floor peeped out to watch them, and
one or two made as though to follow them; but somehow they stopped
short, for there was an expression on Christian's face which seemed to
daunt them. She was walking very upright, and there was not a scrap of
fear about her. Rosy, who stepped by her side, looked altogether small
and insignificant by comparison.

"My word!" said Mrs. Carter, who came downstairs behind the children,
turning as she spoke to address a slatternly woman who had come out of
her room to see the sport, as she expressed it--"my word! that eldest
girl, she'll do what she said. She's a character, she be. Why, if
you'll believe it, last night, when I stood by the winder as kind as
kind can be, just to see if the pore little dears were sleeping sound,
she threatened to murder me, she did--no less. They're a good riddance,
they be, and I'm going to see the landlord about that bit of a room.
Pore man, I don't think he'll ever see his rent."

"See his rent!" screamed Mrs. Peters, the woman who had been spoken to.
"You know as well as I do that it was paid in full by that queer girl
what came here yesterday. If there are any spoils in that there room,
we'll share with you, Mrs. Carter."

The excitement which this remark caused was really good for the
children, for it so distracted Mrs. Carter's attention, and so fierce
was the quarreling which ensued, that they were absolutely forgotten.
They walked on silently for some little time. Rosy's heart beat hard,
but Christian felt herself more like Joan of Arc than ever.

"We must try and get home," she said. "We have plenty of money, and I
shall ask the police the best way to Russell Square."

Rose clutched her hand.

"Don't, Christian, don't!" she cried. "You mustn't. I don't care; I am
frightened. That story may be true or it mayn't. S'pose it is true;
s'pose they're angry; and--Oh, dear! oh, dear! Look, Christian--look!"

She pulled Christian forward. They were just passing a police-station,
and there, pasted to the walls of the front of the house in very large
letters, was an exact description of themselves:

"MISSING.--A tall girl of about thirteen, with long, fair hair; and a
shorter girl with dark, curly hair."

A long description followed, giving, item for item, all particulars
with regard to the children. The tall girl wore a dark-blue serge dress
and jacket, and the small girl was in red. A "substantial reward" was
offered for the recovery of these two girls.

When Christian read this very startling description she felt the
courage oozing out of her finger-tips.

"I suppose that awful woman is right. She must be right when the police
are looking for us. This notice is outside a police-station. What is to
be done?"

As Christian spoke she held Rosy's arm more firmly than ever. The two
girls stood opposite the police-station, and once again Christian read
the words of the advertisement. As she did so a stoutly built man of
the laboring type came up.

He read the advertisement, and then he glanced at the two girls. Once
again he read, and once again he looked. Christian was so absorbed in
the description of herself that she did not notice the man; but Rose
saw him.

"Is there anything I can do for you, lydies? If so I'll be pleased," he
remarked suddenly.

Christian replied eagerly, "Do you know your way to Russell Square?
It's a big square in Bloomsbury. Can you tell me how to get there?"

"Bloomsbury," said the man, scratching his forehead. "Never heard tell
of it. Is it far from Lunnon, lydy?"

"No," replied Christian; "it's a place in London, and we want to get
there as soon as possible."

"I daren't go home," whispered Rosy. "You know, Christian--you must
know what it means."

Christian took her hand. "Come on," she said firmly; "we're all right.
If we can get home without the police finding us, do you think that my
dear nursey or Miss Thompson will lock us up? The thing is to get back
to Russell Square and tell everything, and then we shall be all right."

"I'm willin' to go with you, lydies," said the man. "I know my way
all right about this part of Lunnon, which aint, so to speak, a
respectable part; and when we get to the neighborhood of the houses
where the gentry lives, it's but to ask my way and I'll be told. I'm
willin' and anxious to oblige you two lydies. Oh, I know I be a son o'
toil, but I may say I'm honest. You may trust me--that you may."

Just then two policemen came out of the station; they stood on the
steps and talked to each other. Presently one of them fixed his eyes on
Christian. Her appearance evidently interested him, and he spoke to the
other in a low voice. This decided the young girl.

"We'll go with you," she said to the man; "only you must be very quick.
We want to get to Russell Square early this morning."

"Right you are, lydy," said the man, and he stepped on in front.

The two girls followed him. They walked in this fashion for the greater
part of a mile, and all the wonderful dreams that Christian had ever
dreamt about the happy life which she and Rosy would spend together
disappeared as though they had never existed. She saw herself at last
as she was--a very naughty, discontented little runaway girl. She had
done nothing great or noble; on the contrary, she had been fearfully
disobedient, and had doubtless given intense trouble to those who loved
her. She to dare to compare herself to Joan of Arc or Charlotte Corday!
She writhed now as she saw herself in her true colors. There was only
one thing she was thankful for, and that was for the fact that her
father and mother were out of England.

"They at least do not know what I have done," she thought; "and by the
time they do know, they will have got my letter, and I'll have told
them--oh, yes, I'll have told them--how sorry I am."

Suddenly the man turned and faced the children.

"If you two lydies," he said, "aint hungry, I am. Aint you got any
money about yer?"

"Oh, indeed we have," said Christian. "We can give you quite a nice
meal if you wish for it."

"But we aint got too much," said Rosy. She nudged her companion and
gave her a warning look.

"Here's a shop where they have prime vittles," said the man; and as he
spoke he stopped before a common-looking eating-house and beckoned the
children to follow him inside.

It didn't look nice, Christian thought; but then they were very
hungry--in fact, they were half-starved. Never before in her whole life
had Christian known what real, desperate hunger meant--for they had
scarcely touched any food for the last twenty-four hours.

Within the shop was an appetizing smell of fried fish and baked
potatoes, and there were long tables with marble tops, and plates and
cups and saucers. Coffee, too, was smoking in a great urn. A woman with
two tired little children came in and ordered cocoa, and the cocoa
looked good and rich and steaming hot. Oh, yes, they did not mind how
ugly the place was outside; within there was food, and they were so
terribly hungry.




CHAPTER X

JUDITH FORD


Now, it so happened that while Christian and Rose were struggling to
get back to their homes, Miss Neil, Miss Thompson, and poor nurse were
nearly at their wits' ends.

When Miss Neil had missed Christian on the day before, she had rushed
at once to the bookstall, for she knew that the young girl adored
books, and she felt certain that she would find her there. But of
course no Christian was to be found. The porters were asked, and even
the stationmaster came out and a thorough and complete search was made;
but by this time Christian herself was far away; as poor Miss Neil
said, she had vanished like smoke off the face of the earth.

A truly terrible day followed. It was impossible to communicate with
Mr. and Mrs. Mitford, and yet the child must be found without delay. By
twelve o'clock the whole affair was put into the hands of the police.
Rewards were offered, and advertisements were issued far and wide all
over London. It was in consequence of this fact that poor Christian was
so terrified by the advertisement at the police-station.

These advertisements were got ready very quickly, and it so happened
that late on the evening of the very day when Christian had disappeared
Judith Ford saw one of them. Judith read it with great interest, and as
she did so a pleased sensation crept round her heart. She was the sort
of girl to do nothing except with an eye to the main chance. It was
entirely because she hoped to make money that she had helped Christian
and Rose. Now it suddenly occurred to her that perhaps, after all, it
might be her best plan to try to obtain "the substantial reward" which
was offered to anyone who would find the missing children. Although
she had fully intended to possess herself of the greater part of
Christian's little purse, yet this might mean a still more profitable
transaction. She therefore made up her mind to go that very night to
Russell Square and tell Miss Thompson and the nurse where the children
were to be found.

But when Judith reached her mother's house she came into the midst of a
family catastrophe. One of her brothers had been badly hurt in a fall
from a ladder. He happened to be Judith's favorite brother, and even
she forgot her avarice in the agony she experienced when she saw him
lying insensible and evidently in danger.

But when by and by the boy was removed to the hospital, and quiet
reigned once again in the family, Judith remembered the advertisement
and what it might mean for her. It was too late that night to go to see
Miss Thompson, but early the next morning--soon after eight o'clock--a
stoutly built girl might have been seen mounting the steps of the great
house in Russell Square.

"I am Judith Ford," she said to the butler, "and I want a lydy of the
name of Thompson. You stir yourself now and bring her down to me. You
think nought of me, no doubt, but I've got that which you'd give your
eyes for. Hurry up and get the lydy down, for I'm the person she's
a-wanting to see."

The butler looked indignant, but as Judith did not mind this in the
least, and as her face expressed a good deal of resolution, and wore
also a most knowing air, he decided to admit her.

Whatever he said to Miss Thompson brought that lady, and also nurse,
down very quickly.

"I know where the two children are," said Judith. "I know it for the
best of good reasons, because I was with 'em, poor dears! I warned 'em
all I could not to do it, but they wouldn't listen to me. They're in
quite a respectable place, and I meant to come straight and tell you
last night, but my brother Joe nearly died from a fall from a ladder.
I can take you to the children, and I will. What is the money you are
going to give me? I want a good lot. No one else can find them, but I
can."

"We'll give you five pounds," said Miss Thompson. "Be quick; there
isn't an instant to lose. Judson, please call a four-wheeler."

But Judith planted her feet firmly on the rug.

"'Taint to be done," she said. "I won't go for no five pounds. I want
ten--not a penny less. Why, I could get more than that from Miss
Christian; aint she got it in a little bag under her skirt?"

"Oh, the darling!" cried nurse, nearly bursting into tears. "And didn't
I make the bag, and tell her how to wear it, and----"

"Most like there aint much of the money left by now," said Judith. "It
wasn't my fault as your Miss Christian ran away. I got 'em both into
a respectable room, and I meant to help 'em. But you have offered a
'substantial reward,' and a substantial reward means ten pounds or it
means nothing at all. Is it yes or no?"

"It's yes, of course," said Miss Thompson. "Nurse, not a word; the
child must be found. Judson, call a cab; and you must come with us. You
will sit on the box, Judson."

Judith smiled grimly. She was having things pretty much her own way.
Really this adventure was turning out well.

Soon nurse and Miss Thompson were seated in a four-wheeler. Judith
faced them, and Judson took his place on the box with all the dignity
he could muster. Judith now enjoyed herself vastly.

"Look slippy," she said to the cabby; "I'll tell yer where to go. Drive
first to Paddington Station, and then take the first turning to the
left, then the second to right then first to left again. You'll find
yourself in a low part, but never you mind that. When you get to the
fifth turn to the left you stop, and I'll get on the box and order you
where to go. Oh, yes, there'll be room for me, as well as his lordship
the butler. Now then, hurry up."

The cabman whipped up his horse, and the cab was jolted forward. Miss
Thompson, in her agony of mind, clutched nurse's hand.

By and by they reached Paddington Station, and the cabman took the
turns that Judith indicated. Judith herself now sat with her head and
half of her body out of the window, shouting directions. At last the
cab drew up.

"I can't go any farther," said the cabby, looking round at Judith.

"Frightened, be yer?" said that young woman. "Now, then, lydies, you
keep quiet. We be going into rough places, but never mind; _I'll_ be on
the box."

She scrambled up and squeezed herself between Judson and the cabby.
Judson had never felt so insulted in his life, but Judith did not mind
that.

"Turn to your right," she cried to the cabman. "Now to the left; now
down that street. A bit bobby, are yer? No call to be. You look slippy!
You're a bit of a soft, aint yer, cabby?"

The cabman chaffed Judith, and Judith chaffed him back. Judson, with
his arms folded, sat as though he were a statue.

By and by they stopped at a street which led into a court called
Paradise Court. It was in this awful court that the poor children had
spent the night. Judith now sprang from the box and opened the door.

"Out you get, lydies," she said. "The butler can walk behind."

She swept her hand towards Judson as she spoke.

"You and me," she continued, turning to Miss Thompson, "and t'old nurse
can keep together in front. We'll keep nurse atween us, being the most
ancient of the party. There aint nought to fear. This night will have
done 'em both a sight of good. They want to be shown how wicked they
was when they left their comferable homes."

By and by the little party reached the house where the children had
lodged, and very slowly they went upstairs. They reached the top
landing, and here Judith with a vigorous kick pushed Christian's room
door open. The sight within was not calculated to reassure either nurse
or Miss Thompson. For Mrs. Carter and Mrs. Peters from below-stairs
had evidently come to an amicable arrangement, and were now finishing
the provisions left in the attic by the two children. Furthermore, the
half-crown which Christian had laid on the table had been expended on
beer and sausages. The sausages were frying on the fire, and the kettle
was boiling.

Nothing could exceed the horror of this scene to poor Miss Thompson. As
to nurse, she was now so fearfully anxious about Christian that she had
no time to be alarmed or shocked on any other count.

"Where is my child--my darling?" she cried. "Where have you hidden her?
Oh, you bad women, what have you done with my pet? Tell me at once."

"Highty-tighty!" cried Mrs. Carter, jumping to her feet and putting
her arms akimbo; "and who may you be?"

"You know who I am, at any rate," said Judith. "And, let me tell you,
this is my room, for I paid for it with money of the realm. So out of
it you go. Where have you put those young lydies? These two lydies have
come along for 'em, and they're going to pay me well--and better than
well--so you must bring 'em out from where you have hidden 'em. Where
are they?"

"Sakes!" cried Mrs. Carter, who had not recognized Judith at first,
and now thought it best to humor her, "there's no need to get into a
fluster. The young uns have gone. Notwithstanding the rare kindness
with which they was treated, they walked out nearly an hour and a half
ago; and where they are now dear only knows, for I don't."

Judith asked a few more pertinent questions; then she turned to Miss
Thompson. Her face looked decidedly frightened.

"We've got to follow 'em," she said. "Of course, we'll soon overtake
'em. Let's go back to the cab, and be quick."

They went downstairs. Miss Thompson described her feelings afterwards
as those of a person who was stunned.

"I could not have felt worse if I had heard that Christian was dead,"
she said; "and the awful thing was that her father and mother were
away. If they had been at home I might have borne it."

Now, while these good people were searching high and low for the
missing children, the children themselves were having a very bad time.
How it happened they did not know, but when they had finished their
meal--their warm and delicious meal of fried fish and fried potatoes
and hot, strong, sweet cocoa--they became wonderfully sleepy--so
sleepy that they could not keep their eyes open. And the man who had
looked after them and ordered them food, and had really seemed quite
attentive and kind, and, as Rosy expressed it, most respectable,
suggested that they should stay just where they were and have "their
little snooze out."

"You are fair done," he said. "I don't know what kind of a night you
had, but hungrier children I never saw; and now, I may add, I never saw
sleepier. You have your sleep out, and I'll come back in an hour or so.
I'll go and have a smoke. It's early yet in the day, and we'll get to
Bloomsbury and that big square you spoke of in less than no time; so
have your sleep out now."

Christian said afterwards that of course she ought not to have yielded,
but she really scarcely knew what she was doing; her head would fall
forward and her eyes would close. Presently she found herself leaning
against Rosy, and Rosy found herself leaning against Christian, and
unconsciousness stole over them.

They never knew how long they slept, but when they did come to
themselves, and Christian, rubbing her eyes, looked around her, and
Rosy, sitting up, exclaimed "Oh, dear!" several times, they neither of
them recognized their surroundings. For they were far away from the
eating-house; they were in the open air, sitting side by side, two
most desolate little objects, in the midst of a great builder's yard.
They were leaning up against a huge building, and there were stacks
and stacks of wood close to them, and the pleasant smell of newly sawn
wood not far off. And there was the whir of a saw also in their ears.
But how had they got there? And where was _there_? In what part of the
whole wide world were they now?

"Oh, Rosy, what is it?" said Christian.

"I don't know," said Rosy.

"I wonder if we are dead and this is----"

"Oh, this aint heaven!" said Rosy. "I never felt more frightened in all
my life. Where can we be?"

"Oh, dear! oh, dear! Can't you remember anything at all?" said
Christian. "I had a dream," she continued, rubbing her eyes as she
spoke. "I thought I was eating--oh, such good things!--and that,
however much I ate, I was still hungry. And then I dreamt that I was
sleepy, and I slept, and I wanted--oh, so badly!--to be back in my own
little bed at home; but all the things I wanted I couldn't get. Oh,
dear!" she added, with a bitter sigh, "I do remember now. We have run
away from home. We were at an eating-house. There was a man, and he
seemed quite respectable, and we fell asleep when we had eaten some
good things--fried fish and potatoes. But how have we got here?"

Rosy's dark eyes opened wide. She suddenly fell on her knees by
Christian's side and began to feel her.

"What are you doing now?" said Christian.

"Your pocket, Christian--the little pocket under your dress with the
gold."

"Oh, that's all right," said Christian. "No one knows of that."

She started up, although she felt very faint and giddy. She began to
feel under her dress. The next minute she uttered a cry.

"Oh, Rosy, it's gone! It's gone altogether. See! the string is cut,"
she added, lifting her skirt. "And I had two shillings in my upper
pocket, and that is gone too. All our money, Rosy--it's all gone."

"Then I understand," said Rosy briskly. "It's bad, but it might be
worse. We'll go straight home. We have been robbed. I don't know how
they did it, but they have done it. We'll go straight home, and at
once."

She had scarcely uttered the words before a good-natured-looking man
of the working-class, but with a very different expression from that
of the so-called respectable man, came towards them. He was holding
a bulldog in leash; and the bulldog, suddenly catching sight of the
children, strained to get near them and began to bark loudly.

"Hold that noise, Tiger," said the man; and then he came to the
children and looked at them.

Notwithstanding their torn and draggled and tired appearance, neither
Christian nor Rose looked like ordinary tramps. The man continued to
gaze at them attentively.

"However did you get here?" he said.

"Please, sir," said Rose, "will you be kind to us? We are two most
unhappy girls. We ran away from home yesterday, both of us--me from a
very humble home, and Miss Christian Mitford from her grand one. We
don't pretend that we are not the very worst young girls in the world,
but we're _that_ sorry, and we want to get back home again. We're so
sorry that we can't even speak of it."

"And we've been robbed," said Christian. "I had over seven pounds
when I left home, and it is gone. A man took it, I think, in an
eating-house."

"Why, bless me!" said the man, "you must be the very children who are
being advertised for all over London. Come, I'll see about this; I'll
soon put the matter straight for you."

The man tried to take Christian's hand, but she moved away from him.

"I--I am frightened," she said. "Is it true--is it--that the police can
lock us up?"

"Dear me!" said the man, with a laugh. "Whoever heard of such a thing?
No; of course it isn't true. You trust me and I'll see you safe back to
wherever you came from. Come along into the house. There's my mother;
she and I always live in the yard, for it's wonderful how folks do
manage to creep into a builder's yard and steal things. Come along,
little ladies. She'll give you both a cup of tea. Oh, dear, this is a
find!"

As the man spoke Christian lost all fear of him, and even Rose looked
happy and comforted. So they followed him into a very little house,
where an old woman was bustling about.

"Well, Albert," she said, at the sight of the tall man, "and what is
the news now?"

"Rare good news for us, mother," was his answer. "Didn't I tell
you that we'd just get that money in the nick of time? And here it
is, mother. Here are the little hostages who will get us over our
difficulty."

As he spoke he drew Christian and Rose forward.

"The missing children," he said. "And when you have given them a cup
of hot tea each, and a bit of your celebrated hot toast, I'll take
them home. Make the tea strong, mother, for it's my belief the poor
creatures have been drugged."




CHAPTER XI

LITTLE PROVIDENCES


Never--never to their dying day--did Christian and Rose enjoy anything
so much as their comfortable seat by the carpenter's fire, and the hot,
strong tea which the carpenter's mother gave them. She informed them
that her name was Morris, that her son was called John Morris, and that
they were both thoroughly respectable.

"You have had such a queer adventure that maybe you won't know just for
a bit who is respectable and who is not; but me and John is. Aren't we,
John?"

"Strikes me you are about right, mother," said John Morris; and then he
sat down and stared at the two children.

"It is too wonderful," he kept saying; and when he said this he began
to ruffle up his thick hair and to rub his forehead.

"What is wonderful?" said Christian at last. "Do you greatly mind, Mrs.
Morris? but if your son wouldn't stare so very hard, Rosy and I would
like it better."

"Oh, 'taint at you he's looking," said Mrs. Morris. "Don't you fash
yourself, my dear."

"But he is looking first at Rose and then at me," said Christian.
"Aren't you, Morris?" she added, turning to the tall young man.

"Well, I be and I been't," was his reply. "I'm looking through you,
miss, and that's the fact."

"Oh, dear!" said Christian; "I think that makes matters a little
worse."

"Would you like to hear a bit of a story, my deary?" said Mrs. Morris,
drawing her straw arm-chair close to the fire as she spoke. "You don't
mind the children hearing it, do you, John, my son?"

"No, mother," was his answer. "You tell 'em just as much as you think
fit."

"Well, loveys," said Mrs. Morris, "it was just like this. John and me,
we owed a bit of money--exactly seven pounds ten--and we didn't know
how on the wide earth to get it, and the man to whom we owed it was
about to sell us up. He was going to put the brokers into this little
bit of a house, my darlings."

"Who are they?" asked Christian.

"Men, lovey--cruel men. They come and take possession of your house,
and you can't call even the bed you sleep on your own, to say nothing
of your little frying-pan and china-lined saucepan. And when a day or
two has gone by they sell everything and take away the money, and you
are left without stick or stone belonging to you."

"That must be very awful. I never heard of anything quite so awful,"
said Christian; "and only for seven pounds ten."

"I've heard of it," said Rosy. "There's one thing about poor folks:
they do hear of that sort of thing. It's very bad, Mrs. Morris," she
continued.

"I think it is about the most cruel thing I ever heard of," said
Christian. "Oh! if only my seven pounds weren't stolen you should have
them all."

"Aint they dear children, both of 'em?" said Mrs. Morris, looking at
her son, and the tears filled her eyes. "But, my darlings, maybe you'll
be the means of giving us the money after all; for a reward is offered
by your friends, loves, and if anybody earns that reward now it is my
son John."

"If the little ladies are ready, perhaps we'd best be going," said John
Morris.

"Oh, yes, we're quite ready," said Christian. "Hadn't we better have a
cab? I feel rather tired," she added.

"We can't have it," said the man; "there aint any money to pay for it."

"But it can be paid for when we get home," said Christian.

"We won't risk it," said the man. "They may have left the house;
there's no saying what might have happened. We've got to walk, misses."

"I'm so tired," said Christian again; but Rosy nudged her and said:

"Keep up your heart. You can rest as long as ever you like when you get
home."

So they bade good-by to Mrs. Morris, and thanked her for her tea;
and she kissed them and called them "little providences" and "little
hostages to fortune," and smiled at them as they went out of the door,
and looked so happy that it almost broke Christian's heart to see her.

"To be happy--oh, so happy!--in such a tiny, tiny house, and then to
want just seven pounds ten, and because of the lack of so little, to
have the terrible fear of her furniture being sold! Indeed it shall not
be!" thought Christian; "I'll see to that."

But as she walked through the dirty, sloppy streets by John Morris's
side she could not help wondering if she had any right to ask anything
at all. For the thought of what she had done and the misery she had
caused kept cropping up ever and ever before her mind, and with each
thought her sin seemed to grow blacker, and her ingratitude to her
parents greater.

"And they're not even at home," thought the young girl. "Oh, who will
give the poor carpenter seven pounds ten?"

From the part of London where the children had been found to Russell
Square was a long way, and soon Christian was so weary that she could
scarcely drag herself along.

"There's no help for it," said the carpenter; "I'm a strong man and can
carry you for a bit, missy. Come," he added; "put your arms round my
neck. Now then."

Christian felt heartily ashamed of herself. A great girl to be carried
through the streets of London! But oh, how weary she was! Her feet felt
quite blistered, and the carpenter's arms were very strong, and he had
such a kind face.

"Are you sure--quite sure--carpenter," she said after a pause,
"that you will get that money? Are you certain that you will be
rewarded--that the people who advertised will give you as much for
finding us?"

"I guess that's about the sum," said Morris, and then he laughed.

What with one adventure and another, it was dark--quite dark--past six
o'clock--before the runaways reached the old family house in Russell
Square. Nurse and Miss Thompson had both returned. Judith, discomfited
and miserable, had gone back to her mother's house. A tall policeman
was standing in the hall, and Miss Neil, who had also come to the fore,
was talking to him very earnestly. He was suggesting this thing and
another, and as he suggested, and Miss Thompson's pale face looked up
at him, and Miss Neil's rather indignant one was fixed on his face, and
nurse wept in the background, there came a loud pealing ring at the
front-door.

"To save my life I couldn't go to answer it," thought nurse to herself.
"Something tells me as there is news, good or bad, and for the life of
me I can't stir a step to meet it."

But Judson, his pride a good deal ruffled, was not far away, and he
stalked to the front-door and flung it open.

Then there was a scream--which, on the part of Miss Neil, almost
reached a shriek--for in the arms of a tall man was a big, fair-haired
girl, and by his side stood a little, dark-haired girl, and the next
instant all three were in the hall. Christian, when she saw the
policeman, very nearly cried again; but the welcome the wanderers
received must soon have reassured them. Miss Neil was the only one who
even tried to look severe.

"Well, you have very nearly killed me," she said. "But there, there!
thank God in heaven you are back. Miss Thompson, see the poor children.
How frightfully tired they look! I have no doubt they have been in
horrid, dirty, smelly places, and have brought back the most horrible
complaints."

But Christian and Rose hardly heard the words, for the home feeling was
so comfortable, and nurse's kisses, given indiscriminately first to her
nursling and then to her great-niece, were too delicious for words.

It was Christian who first recovered herself. She heard someone talking
in the hall, and looking up, she saw Morris, looking very upright and
very respectable, on the mat. Now, no one had noticed Morris; and
perhaps, being not at all an aggressive sort of man, he might have gone
away from the house without any reward but for Christian. The look on
his face brought her quickly to herself.

"Miss Thompson," she said, "Miss Neil," she stood between the two in
the hall, "I don't pretend that I haven't been a very naughty girl.
I am sorry, although that doesn't mend matters; but neither Rosy
nor I would perhaps have ever got back home at all if it had not
been for this man. His name is Morris--John Morris--and he lives in
a timber-yard, a very nice place indeed. And he and his mother have
a little house there, and they're in great trouble because of seven
pounds ten. Please, I want him to have seven pounds ten at once for
finding us."

"You did mention, ma'am," said Morris, touching his forehead with great
punctiliousness, "or at least the parties who put up the advertisement
mentioned, that the reward for them as found the little ladies would be
substantial."

"It was I who put those words," said Miss Neil. "I regretted having to
do so, but there was no way out."

"My mother and me, we do want money," said Morris, "or I wouldn't make
so bold as to ask for it, for it's real happiness to have brought the
little ladies home."

"Very naughty children they are," said Miss Neil; "but of course we
must keep our word. How much, Miss Thompson, ought we to give this man?"

"Seven pounds ten at the very least," cried Christian.

"Hush, Christian! you certainly have no voice in the matter."

"We promised that bold girl, Judith Ford, ten pounds," said Miss
Thompson.

"That is quite true; and this man----"

"Oh, he was so kind!" said Christian. "He carried me when I nearly
fainted from tiredness; and he and his mother gave us such delicious
tea. Didn't they, Rosy?"

"That they did," said Rosy. "I haven't never took such a fancy to
anything as I did to that hot buttered toast," she added.

Morris smiled and his dark eyes twinkled.

"You must come another day, missy, and see my mother," was his answer.

"But now let us consider the reward," said Miss Thompson.

"It certainly can't be less than ten pounds; and I should say,"
remarked Miss Neil suddenly, "that seeing everything, and also having
an eye to the fact that we were about to offer a very much larger sum,
we ought to give this good man fifteen pounds."

"Miss Neil!" almost screamed Christian. "Oh, I'll never think you hard
or old-maidish again!"

She ran forward and caught Miss Neil by the arm.

"At present, my dear," said that good lady, eyeing her with marked
disapproval, "we will have done with heroics. We will attend to
business. Perhaps, sir, you will step into the study. Judson, show this
man into the study; we will go there and give him the money."

So Morris, hardly knowing whether he was standing on his head or his
heels, went home that night with fifteen pounds in his pocket.

"Mother," he said as, an hour later, he entered the very humble little
home, "it wasn't only that they were providences, those two dear little
ladies, but they have set us up for life. I can now get that machine
I have always been hankering after, and so add a lot to my weekly
earnings."

"And what a good thing you did find the poor little dears!" said Mrs.
Morris. "I am just going out now to get some sausages, for you haven't
had what may be called a meal for some little time, John."

So John and Mrs. Morris were helped, and as far as they were concerned,
Christian's mad adventure seemed to have borne good fruit.

To Christian herself, after Morris went, no one said a harsh word; but
Miss Neil sat down and began to write a long letter, which was to
reach the girl's parents in Bombay. Occasionally as she wrote she put
up her handkerchief to her eyes to wipe away some fast-falling tears;
for she was not all hard, as Christian had supposed, and she had really
suffered horribly for the last two days.

Rose, having been regaled with an excellent meal, was taken home by
nurse herself. Mrs. Latimer received her little girl with scant favor.

"A fine mess you have got into!" she said.

"Don't scold her, poor child!" said nurse. "I am going, if I possibly
can, to have her to live with me in the coming winter. She did what she
did because she's so took up with Miss Christian; and, bad as the whole
affair was, it was a blessed thing for Miss Christian that she had Rosy
with her."

"Then if you are going to look after Rose, aunt," said Mrs. Latimer,
"she needn't go on learning the dressmaking."

"No, that she needn't, for I'm going to train her to be a proper
lady's-maid. Miss Christian will want someone whom she can really trust
when she is grown up. You must remember, Mary, that our Miss Christian
is the daughter of very rich people, and very important people too, and
will be quite a great lady in her own way by and by."

So Rose's home-coming was not nearly so bad as she had feared, for her
mother was not going to be too cross with a little girl whom her aunt
was, to all practical purposes, going to adopt.

"Sit down, child," she said; "or, if you have had enough to eat, do for
goodness' sake take yourself off to bed. You look half-dazed."

"That's about true, mother," said Rosy.

In Christian's room a bright fire was blazing, and nurse herself, the
moment she came back, began to attend to her nursling.

"To think of where we slept last night," mused Christian.

But if her thoughts were back in that short and dreadful experience,
she could not bring herself to speak of it for to-night at least, and
nurse did not speak of it either. She went on just as though nothing
had happened. But when the young girl was warm and snug in bed, and the
dreadful past seemed wonderfully like a dream, nurse sank down by the
bedside, stretched out her arms over the coverlet, laid her head down
on them, and burst into tears.

"Miss Christian," she whispered, "for all the rest of my life I will
believe in God Almighty and in the power of prayer. For I did pray so
terribly hard; and now, see, God has answered me."

"Yes," said Christian; but she did not say any more.

That night she slept soundly. She did not guess that nurse had dragged
a little sofa-bed into the room and was lying down near her; she was
too weary to know anything.

In the morning she awoke, and the dream-feeling of the past grew
greater and greater. She got up slowly and went into the schoolroom.
How strange the house seemed! Just the old house, with all the old
furniture, and the same servants, and nurse there and all; and yet her
father and mother away, and she herself having no right to be there.

At about eleven o'clock Miss Neil bustled into the room.

"Christian," she said, "you have been, from what I hear, in a very
unhealthy and dangerous place, and you may have contracted some illness
while there. That being the case, Miss Peacock does not wish you to go
to school for at least ten days. During that time you will stay with
nurse and Miss Thompson, and the doctor, whom I have sent for, will
call to see you once or twice. When you are pronounced absolutely free
of all danger of infection I will take you to Penwerne. But for the
next ten days you will consider yourself free. You will have holidays,
and Miss Thompson will take you where she likes. Now, my dear, I am
off, and I can only say I am glad your mad escapade has not ended in
anything worse."

Christian tried to speak, but Miss Neil did not give her any time; she
whisked out of the room and went downstairs.

"I have told her, Miss Thompson," she said to the governess, who was
waiting for her in the hall. "I don't suppose she has caught anything,
but it will serve her right if she has. Anyhow, it is only fair to the
school that it should not be endangered by such a naughty girl."

"And we may do what we like for the next ten days?" said Miss Thompson.

"Anything; only don't bother me."

"We won't indeed."

"I will send in a doctor to see her. She looks perfectly well, only a
little pale. Yes, amuse her; do what you please. It is not my place to
punish her. Thank Heaven she is not my child!"




CHAPTER XII

GOING TO SCHOOL


Notwithstanding all that went before, Christian enjoyed her ten days.
She knew she ought not to feel happy, but nevertheless happiness would
nestle up close to her. She was not troubled; she was calm. She felt
that, naughty as she had been, God had forgiven her. During those ten
days Christian was very gentle in her manners. She had a sensation in
her heart that she could never be naughty again. She was so impressed
by this feeling that, the night before she left for Cornwall, she said
to nurse:

"Nursey, darling, I suppose all things are for the best. I feel that I
am a much wiser girl than I should have been if I had gone to Cornwall
that time when father and mother left."

"What do you mean, lovey?" replied the old nurse.

"Well, you see, I have been quite bad, and I have had great terrors,
and I have lived through the sort of things that open your eyes, and I
see now that I was a selfish girl, and naughty and deceitful, and not a
bit of a heroine; but since I came back I have vowed that I will never
be naughty again, and I don't mean to be."

"To be sure, dear," said nurse gently. "It's all very fine to promise
that to yourself, isn't it, but how do you think you will keep it up?"

"Simply by not yielding to temptation. You know I have a passionate
nature, and I have lived a great deal alone, and I dare say I might
have found it hard to be thrown with other girls and to give up my own
ways. But I am not at all afraid now, for after what I have suffered I
have vowed to be good--very good--all the rest of my life."

"Well then, you have just to bear this in mind," said nurse: "God
Almighty must help you, and desperate hard too, or you will fail. I
prayed for you, my darling, when I didn't know that I'd ever see your
sweet face again, and I'll go on praying for you; and I hope you will
be happy at school, and that you will learn a lot, so that when your
father and mother come back they will be proud of you--as I always am,
my dear, sweet lamb."

Miss Neil came early on the following morning and took Christian to
Paddington; and this time there was no attempt at running away, and no
adventure of any sort, for Miss Neil and Christian had a first-class
carriage to themselves for the greater part of the journey.

They reached Tregellick at six o'clock, when it was quite dark, and
there a brougham was waiting for them; and after driving for about
a mile they found themselves outside the town, in the heart of the
country. They drove on a little farther, and Christian, gazing out
through the darkness, fancied she saw the gleam of white foam caused by
the waves of the Atlantic, and the noise of the sea came loudly, with
an insistent splash, against her ears. This noise moved and delighted
her. She grasped Miss Neil's hand.

"I shall like living here," she said.

Miss Neil replied calmly, "I hope you will, Christian. You quite
understand, my dear, that the school is a strict one, and the first
thing you have to learn is absolute obedience. From what I hear, there
is very little liberty granted to the girls of Penwerne; but for those
who are right-minded there is to be found in your new school a growth
and strength both moral and physical."

"Oh, dear, I do wish she wouldn't speak in that lecturing sort of way!"
thought Christian to herself; but then she remembered her vow that she
would never be cross, even with Miss Neil, again, and she shut her lips
and said nothing more.

By and by the carriage drew up outside some tall iron gates, which were
opened by a neat-looking woman in a white cap. Christian caught sight
of the lodge, with a bright lamp placed in one of the windows, as they
drove swiftly up the long avenue. They stopped before a very long, low
house, with many lights twinkling in many windows, and a deep porch
to the front door. As soon as ever the sound of wheels was heard, a
neat-looking servant flung the door wide open; then she came out and
helped Miss Neil and Christian to get out of the cab.

"Will you have the goodness to tell Miss Peacock that Miss Neil and the
little girl, Christian Mitford, have arrived?" said Miss Neil to the
servant. "And see, please, that Miss Mitford's luggage and my handbag
are brought indoors."

"Yes, madam," said the servant. "Will you walk this way, please?"

She took them into a very wide hall, brightly lighted with electric
light, and with an ingle-nook at the farther end where a great fire of
logs burned on the hearth.

Christian was cold, and a sense of depression, notwithstanding all her
brave efforts, was creeping over her. She looked at Miss Neil, and
thought she had seldom seen a more disagreeable or sterner face.

"I am so thankful," thought the child, "that she is not going to teach
me--that she is not going to stay here. I couldn't be good with her;
that's quite certain. But, all the same, I will keep my vow."

They were shown into a small, cheerful room, which also had a fire
burning. The servant withdrew, saying in a respectful voice as she did
so, "I will tell my mistress, and she will send someone to you."

"Dear me, Christian!" said Miss Neil when the door had closed and they
found themselves alone; "what a particularly pleasant, cheerful sort
of place this seems to be! Not at all my idea of a strict school. My
dear, do hold yourself up; you don't know how that stoop ruins your
appearance. Your parents are very particular about you, and they expect
so much of you that the very least you can do now is to make extra
efforts to be good in the highest sense of the word. Goodness includes
deportment, Christian; perhaps you don't understand that."

"Oh, yes, I do, Miss Neil," said Christian, who was almost biting her
lips to keep her tongue from saying something pert.

"You of course also understand," continued Miss Neil, "that you are
not now arriving at school with any _éclat_. You have been exceedingly
naughty, and I rather fancy your punishment awaits you here. I am not
certain, of course, but I rather fancy that such is the case."

"What do you mean?" said Christian, in alarm.

"My dear, I say nothing further. Time will prove; time will prove. But
it really is most kind of Miss Peacock to have you at all. There were
moments when I feared you would not be received at Penwerne. That fact
would have been a slur upon you all your life. Ah! and here comes----"

The door was thrown open, and a tall, very graceful woman of about
forty years of age entered. Her face was very sweet, but there was no
lack of power in it; on the contrary, it looked strong, steadfast,
self-assured. The eyes were the brightest Christian had ever looked at.
She felt certain, on the spur of the moment, that this woman had known
sorrow--that she had conquered sorrow. Her heart went out to her on the
spot.

Miss Peacock bowed to Miss Neil, and then, taking both Christian's
hands, she drew the young girl towards her and kissed her gravely on
the forehead.

"Welcome," she said.

The one word seemed full both of strength and love. The depression
which had fallen upon Christian vanished on the spot.

"I will be good," she said, and she raised her eyes full of tears and
fixed them on her mistress's face.

"I hope you will. But this is not the time to talk of goodness or of
naughtiness; you are so tired that what you want is rest. Never mind
to-night about being good or bad, clever or ignorant. You must have
your supper and then go to bed. Miss Neil, I am glad to tell you that
I am able to give Christian, for a time at least, a little bedroom to
herself. Susan Sykes as a rule shares the room, but she is ill and not
able to return. Until she does Christian will have the room to herself."

"Oh, I am glad!" said Christian.

"And you ought to be, Christian," said Miss Neil in her tartest voice,
"for you don't deserve indulgences."

"Oh, come!" said Miss Peacock. "We never talk of faults--at least in
this house--except when we are punishing them; and I think Christian
was punished. She begins here with a clean sheet. Now, my dear, I am
going to put you in the charge of Jessie, who is my right-hand and
looks after all the comforts the girls require."

As Miss Peacock spoke she touched the electric bell by the side of the
fireplace, and the same pleasant-looking servant-girl who had shown
them into the house appeared.

"Ask Miss Jessie to step into the hall waiting room," said Miss Peacock.

The servant withdrew, and in a very short time a girlish-looking
person, who might have been one of the schoolgirls herself, entered.
That was Christian's first impression with regard to Miss Jessie Jones,
but when she looked again she began to perceive that Miss Jessie was
not quite so young as she appeared. She was dressed in a peculiar and
old-fashioned way. Her rather skimpily cut skirt reached barely to her
neat ankles, and over it she wore a muslin apron with a bib. The apron
was frilled all round, and daintily finished with bows of pale-blue
ribbon. Miss Jessie's hair was in short ringlets--it was of a soft,
blonde color--her face was pink-and-white, and her eyes blue. Her
little figure was also exceedingly neat. She ran into the room, and
said in a gay voice:

"Well, dear Miss Peacock, here I am."

"I want you, Jessie, to take this young girl--my new pupil, Christian
Mitford--and look after her. You must do everything for her that
she requires; and I should like her to go early to bed. Did you ask
Robinson to light a fire in her room?"

"Certainly, dear Miss Peacock; the room is in perfect order, and there
is a bright fire."

"Well then, good-night, Christian," said Miss Peacock. "I leave you in
safe hands. You will see your friend Miss Neil to-morrow."

"Good-night, Christian," said Miss Neil; "and be thankful for your
mercies."

Christian left the room, accompanied by Miss Jessie. "I am glad you
have come at last," said the latter. "We have been all looking forward
to seeing you. You can scarcely imagine how disappointed we were when
you could not arrive a fortnight ago."

"Oh, please don't speak of it!" said Christian.

"But why not? We were so sorry. Dear Miss Peacock said you were
unavoidably detained. She did not tell us what had happened. She only
said you could not come to school for at least ten days."

"It was sweet of her," said Christian. Then she added impulsively,
"Isn't she the very nicest and best woman in the world?"

"Ah!" said Miss Jessie, with a laugh, "you have fallen in love with
her, as we all do. There never was anybody quite like Lavinia Peacock.
Don't you think her name sweet? Lavinia, like an old-fashioned flower;
and then Peacock--like that gorgeous bird. But nothing could be too
good for her; she is perfect. The girls adore her--they love her almost
too well. Yes, she makes sunshine wherever she goes. Not that it's
all sunshine at Penwerne by any means. But I will tell you about that
presently--not to-night; you look tired. Are you tired? Have you quite
got over whatever detained you?"

"Quite; and please don't speak of it."

"I won't if you don't wish. The mistresses here never do anything to
worry the girls; we never nag, if you understand what that means."

"And are you a mistress?"

A sad look came into the sweet face of little Miss Jessie.

"No; I am not exactly one of the mistresses," she said. "I don't
exactly know what I am, except that my province in the school is to
spread happiness. That is what dear Lavinia wishes. 'Make them happy,
Jessie, and you'll do all that I require,' she says. I generally get a
new girl for the first night--perhaps longer. She trusts me. You see, I
am not at all a frightening sort of person."

"I shouldn't think you were," said Christian.

"You look a very nice girl, dear--nice-looking, I mean--rather
distinguished. Lavinia wouldn't like me to say anything of that kind,
so I oughtn't to; but you really do. Now then, will you come in to the
refectory, or will you have something brought up to your own room?"

"Oh, something in my room, please, if it isn't too much trouble," said
Christian.

"Trouble, dear? Whenever did Jessie find anything a trouble? It is
her business to do this sort of thing if it adds to the happiness of
anyone. We will go straight upstairs, then; you won't want to see any
of your companions to-night?"

"I think not."

Miss Jessie paused. It seemed to Christian as they were walking up the
low, softly carpeted stairs, and down first one long corridor and then
another, that there was a murmuring sound as though of bees. She could
not make out if it was caused by the Atlantic or by voices.

"They are anxious to see you. They begged and implored of me; but you
shall have your way."

"I would much rather not see anybody but you until to-morrow."

"You dear child, you shan't be crossed. But just one moment."

Miss Jessie paused outside a door. The sound of bees was now
unmistakably changed for the sound of voices.

"No, darlings, not to-night; she is tired. Don't ask it, pets. You
never cross Jessie, do you? That's all right, loves."

The door was shut again, and she took Christian's hand.

"They are dear girls, although we have one or two black sheep. Of
course I must not name them. We are all trying--we who belong, I hope,
to the white sheep--to turn them from the error of their ways. Now
then, here is your room."

The door was opened, and Christian found herself in a dainty chamber
lined with white enameled wood. The wood went right up to the ceiling,
and across it; and in the ceiling itself were two bright eyes, caused
by electric light. Miss Jessie showed the young girl how she could
turn it on and off. In a pretty grate lined with pink tiles a bright
fire was blazing. There were two beds at the farther end, one covered
with a pretty Liberty coverlet and unmade, and the other with a snowy
white sheet turned down. The look of the little bed was most inviting.
There were white dimity curtains to the windows. The white effect of
everything, with the pink tiles, the blazing fire, and the crimson felt
on the floor, made Christian feel that she had never been in so sweet a
chamber before.

"You will be happy here, I know," said Miss Jessie. "We are all
intensely happy at Penwerne. Who could help it who was under the
guardianship of Lavinia Peacock?"

When Miss Jessie had seen that Christian had all she required, even
to a can of nice hot water, she kissed her and went away. Christian
thought that she would not see her again that night. She felt
contented, soothed, and happy. How silly she had been to dread this
charming school, this life so full of interest! As she thought of Miss
Peacock, and remembered the look on her face, she felt her heart glow
already with love for her new mistress. Then how sweet and kind dear
Miss Jessie was!

As she ate her supper, and unlocked her trunk and took out just what
was necessary for the night's requirements, she thought again of Miss
Peacock's great kindness in not speaking to the school of what had
really happened.

"She said I was unavoidably detained," thought the child. "She shielded
me. There are very few who would do that. I love her already. If I am
not good after so much kindness, I shall be the very worst girl in the
world."

Christian said her prayers--quite earnest ones, in which she implored
of God to help her--and then she got into bed. She was just getting
warm between the cozy sheets, when the door was softly opened and
little Miss Jessie peeped in.

"Ah! you are in bed," she said; "that's right. I have only come to
fetch the tray. Your fire will burn for some hours. It is so cold just
at present that we will have it lit before you get up in the morning.
That is a special indulgence which will only be granted to you just for
to-morrow. To-morrow will be a complete holiday for you. I thought you
might like to know. You will be able to unpack and get everything into
apple-pie order. Then you will make the acquaintance of the girls, and
get to know the ways of the school. You will probably have some lessons
to prepare for the next day, but only if you are quite well enough to
undertake them. Miss Peacock said I was to be very careful about you. I
suppose that is on account of your illness that kept you from school."

As Miss Jessie said the last words Christian suddenly sat up in bed.

"I wasn't kept away from school by illness," she said in a choking
voice.

"Well, never mind, dear; it doesn't matter what it was. Our dear
head-mistress knows."

"Miss Jessie," said Christian, "I don't know what your other name is."

"I am never called by it, dearest. My other name is Jones; quite a
common name, isn't it? But I am always known here as Jessie, or Miss
Jessie. Lie down now and go to sleep."

"I can't until I tell you something. I must tell you."

"Well, love, if it relieves your mind; but really and truly I would
much rather----"

In the firelight little Miss Jessie's face looked quite troubled; she
took both of Christian's hands.

"You are excited," she said. "You have traveled far; the effects of
your illness are still perceptible."

"Oh, I wasn't ill! It is about that I want to speak to you. You at
least must know the truth."

"Oh, but I never know things of that sort," said Miss Jessie in an
alarmed voice. "Dear Lavinia Peacock would be distressed. I beg of you,
my child. Oh, what is it? Actually the dear child is crying. Well, of
course, Christian, if it relieves your mind, dear----"

"It does--it does!" said Christian. "I couldn't sleep to-night if you
didn't know it. It wasn't illness."

"My dear, dear child."

"It was naughtiness."

"Children are often naughty," said Miss Jessie.

"But not like my naughtiness. It was big--it was worse; it was
wickedness. I ran away."

"You did what, dear?" said Miss Jessie; and now she backed from
Christian and looked at her with her round, rosy, good-natured face
paling with horror.

She said afterwards to herself, "I was glad there was only firelight,
and that I was standing with my back to it, for the poor child would
have seen how horrified I felt."

"Yes," said Christian, "I ran away that day a fortnight back when you
were expecting me. I went to the station with Miss Neil. I left her and
went away with another little girl. We had planned it all out together.
We went to an awful place in the slums for the night. Oh, it was
fearful--fearful! We nearly died from fright. We were well punished.
The next day we got home, but it was a terrible adventure, and it
nearly killed us both. It was not illness; it was what I have said."

Miss Jessie had now recovered her ordinary composure.

"My dear," she said, "I am glad and sorry you have told me. You may
be quite sure that I shall never repeat it to anyone. There is just
one thing, Christian: you must not on any account--on any account
whatever--breathe this story in the school. It would not be understood,
dear. It would make your position unfortunate. I cannot explain
matters. Our code of honor is very high, and we like all our girls to
have a clean record--never to do what is daring and downright wicked.
Ah, yes, Christian, we repent, but somehow the flavor of the sin
remains. Ah, Christian, I will tell you a story of another little girl
some day--not to-night. Good-night, now. It was brave of you to tell,
and I will speak to Lavinia about it; but whatever happens, this must
on no account be known in the school."

Miss Jessie tripped softly away, and Christian, soothed by the light
of the fire, by the knowledge that she had unburdened herself, by the
resolve that, come what would, she would do the very best that was
possible for a girl to do in the future, dropped asleep.




CHAPTER XIII

THE MANOR SCHOOL


There were forty boarders at Penwerne House. Their ages varied from
thirteen to eighteen. They were almost all English girls, well brought
up, and of good family. The house was very old, but extremely roomy.
There were corridors and long passages and endless small rooms in
every imaginable direction. But although the house was really so
very ancient, the appearance of the rooms themselves spoke of a far
more luxurious state of living than people required at the time when
Penwerne Manor was built; for Miss Peacock had taken extraordinary
pains with her school, and the old rooms, wainscoted in the first
instance, were now enameled many pale shades of beautiful colors--some
ivory white, some the palest green, some blue, some pink. There were
whole corridors with only pink rooms, and whole corridors with only
blue ones; but the girls who had the choicest and largest rooms were
those who slept in the white chambers, as they were called.

Christian's room was one of a series that went down the entire length
of a corridor. Each of these pretty rooms boasted of two windows, and
in each two neat brass-mounted bedsteads were placed. Christian thought
herself in great luck to have a room to herself at first, and prepared
to enjoy herself thoroughly.

Miss Neil came up to the young girl's room to say good-by to her early
on the following morning.

"Well, my dear," she said, "I am sure you are in luck. What a nice
little room! Not little, though--quite a good-sized room. And you have
it to yourself. You ought to be exceedingly thankful, Christian; you
are a most lucky girl. I shall write to your dear father and mother
without fail by the next mail. You had better do the same. They will
have got over their dreadful shock about you by the time they receive
that letter. And now, dear, I must say good-by. Here is a little money
that you may need for pocket-money; and when you want anything more you
have but to write to me--Elm Lodge, Denvers Road, Southsea. See, I have
written the address distinctly on this paper. Miss Peacock knows that
she is to apply to me in any difficulty. You will stay here at Easter,
or go away with Miss Peacock, just as she thinks best; but if you
like to spend some of your summer holidays with me, I dare say I can
arrange it, but I cannot positively promise. I will do my best. Here
are the two sovereigns. You must make them do until Easter; as every
possible want is supplied, you cannot require more money than this. I
have asked Miss Peacock, and--somewhat reluctantly, I must say--she
has complied with my wish that your letters are, for the present at
least, to be overlooked; except, of course, those to your parents. It
is necessary, Christian, that this should be done; and there is no
use in your frowning over the matter, for a girl who could behave in
the disgraceful way you did cannot expect to be trusted. You are, of
course, absolutely forbidden to correspond with that naughty little
Rose Latimer; and even your nurse can only receive letters which Miss
Peacock has read. Now, I think that is all. Be good. Thank your lucky
star that you have come to such a considerate mistress; for if she
had proclaimed through the school the enormity of your act you would
have had a sorry time. I certainly never asked her to conceal it. I
thought she naturally would tell, and I felt that if she had done so
it would be a due punishment to you for your disgraceful behavior; but
she thinks otherwise, and as she has the care of your education for
the present, I must of course bow to her decree. Good-by, Christian. I
trust you will keep well, and be--as you ought to be--happy."

Miss Neil gave Christian a little peck on her forehead and then on her
lips, after which she hurried from the room.

According to Miss Jessie's promise, a fire had again been lit in the
young girl's chamber, and a neat-looking servant had brought in coffee,
toast, and rolls.

Christian ate her breakfast, and then waited somewhat shyly, wondering
what would happen next. Presently a great bell sounded all over the
house, and a minute later Miss Jessie bustled in.

"Ah! you are dressed," she said; "that is right. And very neat you look
in your pretty gray dress, with that nice frilled apron. Miss Peacock
will quite approve of your appearance. Most of our girls wear their
hair plaited behind, but I see you wear yours quite loose. Well, never
mind; you have pretty hair, dear--very pretty. Now then, come with me,
for the prayer-bell has rung. You will see your companions at prayers.
Soon, I trust, you will be quite happy, and a busy member of a useful
family."

Miss Jessie took Christian's hand and walked quickly down the corridor.
Doors were pushed open as she went, and more than one bright head, with
curling hair and laughing eyes, looked out. Christian felt a sudden
and intense accession of shyness; she dared not glance at any of her
schoolfellows. Her heart began to beat loudly in her ears, and by the
time she reached the great hall, where prayers were always read by Miss
Peacock, she was scarlet. There was a tittering laugh from a girl as
she went up to the seat appointed for her near Miss Jessie. Another
girl said "Hush!" and then in the midst of the solemn stillness Miss
Peacock read the lesson for the day. This was followed by a short
prayer, and after the girls had risen from their knees and the servants
had withdrawn, Miss Peacock mounted a little dais near her own desk and
looked around her.

"Wait a minute, girls," she said; "I want to introduce you to your new
schoolfellow. Come here, Christian Mitford."

Christian advanced tremulously.

"This, my dear young people, is Christian Mitford, your new companion;
and, I trust, your new friend. She has never been in Cornwall before,
nor has she ever been in a boarding-school. Is that correct, Christian?"

"Yes, madam," said Christian in a low voice.

"Our ways, therefore," continued the head-mistress, "will be strange
to her, and I trust that each girl in the school will do her utmost
to make her happy by kindness, by sympathy, by showing her the ropes,
by letting her feel that you are glad to have her with you. I trust
you all, my dear girls, and know you will do your best for this young
stranger. I put her into the care of--Ah! Louisa Twining, my dear, come
here."

A slender girl, with soft, neat brown hair and brown eyes to match,
left her companions and walked up the room.

"Louisa," said Miss Peacock, "this is Christian Mitford. Will you
please see after her a bit, and let her stay by you in class, and take
her into the playground afterwards, and tell her all about the school
and the life here?"

"Yes, Miss Peacock," said Louisa.

She looked kindly at Christian as she spoke.

"Christian," said Miss Peacock, "you are in safe hands when I give you
into the charge of Louisa Twining. She is one of my oldest and most
trusted pupils. Now then, dear, it is the custom that the new pupil
should not have any lessons to do on the day after her arrival. Your
time is therefore absolutely your own, and you can unpack your things
and put them away in the neat cupboards in your room. You can arrange
your schoolroom desk, and ask for what books you require from your
English teacher, Miss Forest; and, in short, do anything you please. I
should counsel you to take Louisa absolutely into your confidence, for
she is a very sure guide for a new-comer. To-morrow you take your place
with the other pupils. I shall be glad to see you in my own private
room at five o'clock to tea. And now for the present, good-by, dear."

Miss Peacock nodded to Christian, smiled at Louisa, and left the room.

Louisa looked hard at Christian.

"Come," she said; "we must be great chums, mustn't we?"

"Oh, if you would be kind to me!" said poor Christian.

Her shyness was getting worse; the tears were very near her eyes, but
she did not dare to let them appear.

"I will introduce you to some of the others," said Louisa. "The sooner
you know us all the better. First of all, how old are you?"

"I shall be fourteen in three months' time."

"Oh, we make a great fuss about birthdays here; but yours is some way
off yet. You are only thirteen at present. Do you know that I am nearly
sixteen, and I am not much taller than you."

"I always knew that I was very tall," said Christian. "I hate it
myself; I'd much rather be a little girl."

"If you happened to be a little girl you would anything but wish it, I
can assure you. But now here we are; here is a whole bevy of the girls,
all so curious about you, and so anxious to be nice and kind."

"Well, Twine dear," said a merry-looking girl of about fourteen years
of age, bounding forward when she saw Louisa issuing out of the hall
accompanied by Christian, "so you have got her. You are the privileged
one. Now, I wanted to be. It's most unfair that you should have all the
plums, Twiny."

"Don't be a goose, Florry. You know that Miss Peacock would not give
the charge of a new girl to a little mite like you."

"Little mite indeed!" laughed Florry, tossing her head. "Well, I
suppose, whatever happens, I may talk to the sacred being."

"Don't!" said Christian suddenly, and speaking with irritation.

"She hates to be laughed at; can't you see that?" said Louisa, speaking
angrily.

She had scarcely said the words before a mocking voice, which seemed to
come from over their heads, cried in a high staccato:

"She hates to be laughed at; can't you see that?"

Christian looked round. She was startled and alarmed.

"That's only Star; she is incorrigible," said Louisa. "You will have
to get accustomed to her. But come now; you would like to see the
schoolroom. You will have your own desk, but its exact position I can't
tell you; your teachers will first have to find out what you know."

Now, Christian knew a great deal. From her earliest days she had been
well educated, and with regard to her attainments she was decidedly
above the average girl. As she remembered this fact a sense of
satisfaction stole over her. Nevertheless she felt exceedingly
depressed and considerably alarmed.

Louisa and Christian walked quickly to the farther end of the hall, and
Florence returned to her companions. Louisa now spoke quickly.

"You must not get frightened; or, at least, if you are frightened you
must not show it. I assure you if you do your life won't be worth
living here. We are all rather a nice set of girls, but there are a few
of us who have an intolerable habit of teasing. If it is noticed that
you are easily impressed, or thin-skinned, you will be made thoroughly
unhappy. Your only plan is not to care one little bit what anyone says
to you, or what anyone does. Don't be startled when stupid jokes are
sprung on you. You did look so ridiculously alarmed when Star called
out that sentence just now."

"Of course I was. I can't think how she did it. Was she hanging on to
the ceiling anywhere?"

"Not a bit of it. Star Lestrange is immensely popular, because she
has got the power of ventriloquism. She can throw her voice anywhere.
I assure you there was a time when she terrified me. But now I am
accustomed to her, and she is so funny--so audacious. On one occasion
she whispered just above Miss Peacock's forehead, "Bless you, sweet
angel!" She nearly got into a scrape about that, for although we are
treated in this school in the most heavenly way, Miss Peacock is
intensely particular, and the discipline is sound--I must say it. There
can be no crooked ways in this school, nor obscure corners in the life
of any girl who lives here. Woe betide her if she has anything in her
past that she wants to hide. Why, how red you are getting! Aren't you
strong?"

"Yes, thank you."

"You are nervous. Now, do take my advice: don't show it to the others;
just uphold your own dignity. I wish you could have seen Star when she
first came to the school. They tried to bully her a bit, some of the
most mischievous spirits, but didn't she crush them all round? She's
awfully good-natured, you know, and she wouldn't hurt you really for
the world; but she has such mad spirits, she has to give way now and
then. Now, I mustn't gossip any more. We work here from nine to eleven."

"But isn't it long past nine now?" asked Christian.

Louisa laughed. "Of course not," she said. "It is five minutes to
nine. You had your breakfast at seven. You will have to come down to
refectory breakfast to-morrow. You are going to be awfully indulged and
petted to-day. I suppose that is on account of your illness."

"But I haven't been ill," said Christian, and her face became crimson.

"Then what was the matter with you? Why were you unavoidably detained?"

"Oh, please don't question me," said Christian.

"Why can't you speak? The girls will expect you to do so this evening.
We always get a new girl to tell us as much as ever she can of her
life's story--after dark. You look as though you were a splendid
story-teller. Are you?"

"I could tell you some stories," said Christian.

She thought of her darling attic and the heroines of her past life.
Nevertheless, her terrors were getting greater each moment. If the
girls insisted on questioning her with regard to the unlooked-for
circumstances which were supposed to have detained her, she would
certainly betray herself; and for a girl like Star Lestrange to know
of such an escapade would cause poor Christian almost to lose her
senses.

"I will introduce you to the nicest girls," said Louisa, who was
watching her face--"the nicest and the kindest--and I will ask them to
look after you when I am not with you myself."

"But mayn't I stay near you all day? Oh, I wish--I wish you'd let me."

"You dear young thing, of course you may. But then you see to-morrow
will come, and the day after, and the day after that. I am in the sixth
class of the school. I am rather young to be there, but I am, all the
same; and I am proud of it, I can tell you. You, of course, will be in
a different class, and you must associate with the girls of your own
age. You see, you can't help yourself. You will have great fun after a
bit. Here come the mistresses and the girls, and lessons have begun.
Sit down near me at this desk, and listen with all your might. Miss
Forest and Mademoiselle le Brume may question you a bit about your
attainments this morning. I am not quite certain, but I think they
will."

"I wish they would; I'd much rather," said Christian.

"Would you really? Then I'll go and speak to Miss Forest at once."

Each desk now had a bright and merry or a grave and serious girl seated
before it, and forty pairs of eyes were darting from time to time in
Christian's direction--some quizzical, some indifferent, some alive
with curiosity; some sober, earnest, kind. But whatever the feelings
that dwelt in the minds of the girls who owned the eyes, they all kept
gazing at Christian, who felt at last as though she were under forty
pairs of burning glasses, so keen became the torture.

Presently Louisa returned.

"Miss Forest will see you in half an hour, and Mademoiselle says you
must go to her in the French room when the rest of us are at play. Our
music-master, too, Mr. Frederick, is coming to-day, and you may as well
let him hear what you can do. Oh, you will soon be very busy and very
happy. And now don't look at the girls; or if you want to look at them,
stare well. That will put them in a good humor, and they will stop
staring at you."




CHAPTER XIV

SCHOOLGIRLS


Christian went through the ordeal with the mistresses and the
music-master with much _éclat_. Miss Forest was evidently surprised at
her knowledge of English history and literature, at her grammatical
accuracy--for she set her a short essay to write--and at her knowledge
generally. Mademoiselle was equally delighted with the purity of her
French accent, and with the admirable way she translated a paragraph
from a rather difficult French story-book. And, finally, Mr. Frederick
said that she had real talent for music, and that he looked forward
with much pleasure to conducting the studies of a pupil who would do
him such credit.

Christian enjoyed herself during this time. She forgot her fears; she
felt stimulated to do her very best. Finally, she returned to the
schoolroom with a sort of halo round her brow. She was certain that she
had done well.

Soon it was whispered all over the school that Christian Mitford was
nothing short of a genius--that she was one of the cleverest girls who
had ever come to the school. These reports were of course exaggerated;
but still the solid fact remained that she was put into the fourth
class for all English studies, and into the lower fifth for French and
music. That a girl of thirteen was in such a position spoke for itself.
Florry, whose other name was Burton, looked at her with great black
eyes of envy. Star Lestrange flung the words to the ceiling just above
Christian's head:

"She's a genius, and she knows it, the darling young thing."

The look on Florry's face and the expression of mischief in Star's
bright dancing eyes brought Christian back to the fact that attainments
alone and a strong wish for study did not necessarily secure happiness
in a school like Penwerne Manor. She could not get over her nervous
fears.

"I deserve it," she said to herself. "I should not be one scrap--no,
not one scrap--afraid if I hadn't done wrong; but it is just the terror
of their finding out that keeps my heart beating so hard. Oh, dear! oh,
dear! There's no way out, for I can't run way again, and father and
mother are nearly in India now. As to Miss Neil, she saw no sympathy
with anyone; and poor dear nurse and Miss Thompson can't help me even
if they wish to. Oh, dear! I am an unhappy girl."

Christian was standing by herself in one corner of the great playground
as these thoughts visited her. Presently a hand was laid on her
shoulder, and beautiful little Star stood by her side.

"Let's be friends, Christian," she said in a hearty voice.

"Will you?" answered Christian, her eyes brightening.

"I'd like to," said Star. "I took a fancy to you the moment I saw your
face, even though you did look so alarmed and so startled."

"You'd have been startled too," said Christian stoutly, "if you had
heard an awful voice on the ceiling above your head talking about you."

Star laughed; then she looked grave.

"I can't help it," she said. "I really can't break myself of it.
Darling Miss Peacock is sometimes angry; but who could resist the fun
who had the power? Oh! the fright on your face a couple of hours ago
was killing. You looked as though anyone could knock you down."

"But you did it twice," said Christian.

"Yes, my young genius, I did. But never mind me; when I ventriloquize,
just acknowledge my talent, but at the same time consider me your
friend. You and I are in the same class, and we can't help knocking up
against each other. By the way, where is your bedroom? In the White
Corridor?"

Christian nodded.

"I thought as much. I am in the White Corridor too. We may as well be
friends, for I'm sure I'd be a disagreeable enemy."

"I'd love to be your friend," said Christian. "Do you really mean it?"

"I always mean what I say. You ask Lucy Norris. Have you met
Lucy--little, satin-faced Lucy, with hair that shines like a
looking-glass, blue eyes, rosebud lips, and cheeks the color of the
peach? Ah, there she is! I'll call her. Lucy, beloved. Lucy! I say,
Lucy! Lucy!"

The girl whom Star had so cleverly described looked round her in a
startled way; then her eyes met the bright ones of Star Lestrange, and
she ran up to her.

"What is it, Star? What do you want?"

"Your Satinship," replied Star. "I want very specially to introduce you
to my new friend, Christian Mitford. I want you and me and one or two
others to form a sort of bodyguard round her. You see----"

Star's voice dropped. She bent towards Lucy and whispered something in
her ear.

Lucy colored and nodded. "You don't really think so?" she said.

"I am certain of it," responded Star. "That is what will happen unless
we take care. Oh, don't you be frightened, my love," she continued,
patting Christian with a sort of affectionate condescension, on the
arm. "Lucy and I and----"

"Angela Goring," suddenly burst from Lucy's lips.

"Good, Lucy--capital! Lucy, Angel Goring, and I---- We must have one
more, Lucy. Jane Price."

"Oh, why Jane Price?" said Lucy.

"Because she's just admirable. She's so stolid, you know, and so
matter-of-fact, and so intensely sensible. We don't want all the
flyaway girls of the school."

"I'm not flyaway, I'm sure," said Lucy.

"Except when you follow the erratic movements of the Star," replied
Star, her eyes twinkling.

"You do lead us, and you know it, Star," said Lucy. "But, there! Angela
will do nicely."

"Find her, then, love," said Star.

Lucy rushed away.

"What do you mean by a bodyguard? And why should I require one?" said
Christian.

"My dear love, it will be only for a week or a fortnight, just to get
you into the ways. The fact is, this school, for all its admirable
qualities, has in it one or two black sheep. Now, I mustn't breathe
any names; dear, sweet Miss Peacock never guesses at their existence,
and we none of us ever mean to tell. You are the veriest of all very
victims for such girls; therefore I want to guard you. Ah! here comes
Angela. Hasn't she a nice face?"

A very tall, very slight girl, with coal-black hair and large, luminous
dark eyes, now appeared. She was dressed in a rough gray tweed, with a
leather belt round her waist. Her hair hung in a thick plait far below
her waist.

"Angela," said Star, "Lucy has told you what we want you for."

"And I am very pleased," said Angela.

She spoke in a low, somewhat deep voice. Her eyes were resting on
Christian as though she were already protecting her.

"Now for Jane Price, and our guard is complete," said Star.

Lucy appeared, leading Jane by the hand. Jane was a short, dumpy, and
very plain girl. She had an enormous forehead and thin hair. Her hair
was cut to a line level with her neck. Her dress was short, sensible,
ugly. Her hands were big and somewhat red. She had small, honest eyes
and a large mouth.

"Jane," said Star in a sprightly tone, "you are just the very person we
want. This is the victim; we will guard her, won't we?"

"Three cheers!" cried Lucy. "Of course we will."

"You must come to us if you are in any difficulty, Christian," said
Angela.

"And just let me know and I'll punch 'em all round," was Jane's remark.

Christian's face was very pale.

"Thank you all," she said. "No doubt you mean it in kindness, but I
feel more frightened than ever."

"Oh, dear! the poor, sweet thing!" said Star. "Has anybody got a
lollypop?"

Immediately three hands were thrust into three pockets. Star's alone
was unattacked. She shook her head sadly.

"I haven't got any," she said. "I ate all mine up last night after I
got into bed. Four-and-twenty I consumed, and I was none the worse this
morning."

"You know that was very naughty of you, Star," said Angela.

"My dear, I can't help my propensities; never could. Oh, dear! oh,
dear! sometimes I scarcely like to look into the beautiful, kind eyes
of our beloved Lavinia, so naughty do I feel. And yet I'm not really
naughty. I'm not rabid, I mean; am I, girls?"

"You are a duck and a darling," said Lucy.

"Well, your Satinship, have you got any sweeties, any fondants, any
caramels?" interrupted Star.

A few rather sticky ones were produced. Christian suddenly found her
voice.

"Do you really care for sweets?" she asked.

"Do we really care for sweets?" cried Star. "Aren't we schoolgirls?
What do you mean?"

"Only that I have got such a big box. Miss Thompson bought them for me;
and another box full of little cakes."

A wild cheer immediately was given. Handkerchiefs were waved in the
air; the girls clapped and laughed until they nearly cried.

"Isn't she worth guarding? Won't we guard her double quick?" said Star.
"You angel, we will attack those dainties presently, but now let us
pace up and down in this corner of the playground."

"I am to see Miss Peacock at five o'clock," said Christian.

"You lucky young beggar! But, of course, I forgot; first-day girls
are always fussed over. You will be all right to-day, Christian; it's
to-morrow that the tug-of-war will begin."

Christian was silent for a minute; then she said slowly:

"I thank you four girls very much indeed. I suppose it is safer for me
to have you as my friends."

"Safer!" cried Angela. "Having us as your friends, you will never,
never know what you have escaped."

"But would you mind telling me who the girls are? I mean the specially
dreadful girls who are likely to be unkind. If I only knew I should not
be so frightened."

"And that information we will never give you, dear genius," replied
Star. "If you find out for yourself, alas for you! I only trust you
will never find out. There's the tea-gong. Come in now; and you will
sit at my table, as you belong to my class."

An hour later Christian found herself in Miss Peacock's presence. Miss
Peacock was standing under a rose-colored lamp. She was reading a
letter. Suddenly she raised her eyes and saw Christian. Christian was
a striking-looking girl. She had a splendid carriage for her age; she
held herself very erect, and kept her head well back on her shoulders.
Her golden hair shone in the lamp-light. She came slowly forward, her
eyes very wide open, her face pale, a look of entreaty round her mouth.

"Ah, Christian!" said Miss Peacock in a kind voice; "and how are you,
dear? Are you taking your place in the school?"

"I don't know," replied Christian.

Miss Peacock took no notice of this vacillating remark. She motioned to
Christian to seat herself in a shady corner, where she knew the young
girl would be more comfortable than when exposed to the full glare of
the light.

"I have got a very good report of you from your different mistresses
and your music-master, dear," she said. "They all say you are
remarkably well advanced for your age. That being the case, you will
soon win a character for cleverness. A clever girl is always respected
and thought a good deal of; and I trust you will be respected and
looked up to, Christian, and that you will help to bring a good
influence into this school--a religious and moral influence, the
efficacy of which can never be overrated."

"Oh, please," said Christian, with a little gasp, "you know what I have
done!"

Miss Peacock was quite silent for a minute.

"What you did," she then said very gravely, "happened before you came
to me."

"I know; but it was because of you--because of coming to the
school--that I did it."

Miss Peacock's eyes twinkled for a minute.

"Would you rather discuss the whole thing with me, Christian, or, on
the other hand, would you rather let it lie--forget it, cover it up, go
straight forward as though it had never been?"

"I think I'd rather discuss it with you. And," continued Christian, "I
think I'd rather"--her voice faltered; it sank almost to a whisper--"I
think I'd rather the other girls knew."

These words evidently startled Miss Peacock very much.

"You would rather your schoolfellows knew? But it has nothing to do
with them."

"There would be nothing then to find out," continued Christian. "As
it is, I shall live in fear. Oh! it was good of you--it was sweet of
you--to keep it dark; but I think I would rather they knew."

Miss Peacock was amazed. She sat quite still for a minute; then she
rose and walked to the other end of the room. She rang a bell, and in a
few moments Jessie appeared. Jessie wore the same peculiar expression
as she had worn the night before. The look of extreme juvenility, which
vanished almost as soon as she began to speak, and her girlish dress,
her girlish face, and her non-girlish voice, made her at once both
striking and interesting.

"I understand from what Jessie has told me, that you have confided this
matter to her, Christian," said Miss Peacock, turning to the young girl.

"I have. I had to; she was so very good to me, I could not let her live
under the impression that I had been ill."

"I never gave anyone to understand that you were ill. I simply said
that you were unavoidably detained. The girls are at liberty to form
their own conclusions."

"There is an idea in the school that I was very ill," said Christian;
"and," she added, "I don't like it, for you know"--she raised her clear
eyes to Miss Peacock's face--"it is not true. You know it, don't you,
Miss Peacock?"

Miss Peacock looked back at her with so intent a gaze that it seemed to
the young girl that she was reading her through.

"Come here, Christian," she then said.

Christian rose. She now stood in the full light, and both Miss Peacock
and Jessie could see the vivid pink in her cheeks and the brightness
of her eyes. There was something about her which impressed them; the
wonder on both their faces grew. At last Miss Peacock laid her hand on
the girl's shoulder.

"Christian," she said, "you are a remarkably brave girl. You are a
great deal braver than you have any idea of yourself. It would not be
right to take you at your word without explaining matters. My dear, to
have this escapade of yours known in the school would mean----"

"It cannot be known," interrupted Miss Jessie. "Miss Peacock, dear, it
must not be known."

"That certainly was my feeling, Jessie; but if the child herself----"

"No, no," repeated Miss Jessie. "Even you, Miss Lavinia, can't guess
all that goes on in a school like this."

"I shut my eyes on purpose," said Miss Peacock. "A school is a little
world. In that world there must necessarily be evil; without evil good
would have nothing to overcome. The brave girls will overcome the evil
and rise on the wings of good. I don't want any girl at Penwerne Manor
to be subjected to too severe a discipline, however--a discipline which
may be greater than the strength of the girl can meet. Now Christian,
you have asked me an extraordinary thing. You wish the school to be
told about your conduct before you came here. You don't know enough,
my dear, to make it possible for me to grant your request--at least
yet. But come to me again at the end of a month, and if you still make
the same request, I shall have pleasure in giving my own version of
the whole affair to the girls of Penwerne Manor. I think that is all,
Jessie; you can attend to your usual duties. Christian, come and sit on
this stool near me; I should like to talk to you about long ago."

Miss Peacock drew the girl down to a seat close by her side.

"After what you have said, I put you in my own mind on a different
footing from the other girls," she remarked. "Now, I am going to tell
you something. I felt a great sense of rejoicing and a great sense of
personal pleasure when I received a letter from your good father to say
that he wished to place you at Penwerne Manor during his absence."

Christian made no reply. She raised her eyes and fixed them on Miss
Peacock. Miss Peacock noticed the frank, earnest look in the large
eyes, and she put out her soft, well-formed white hand and smoothed
back the hair from Christian's forehead.

"My dear child," she said, "my reason for being so pleased was that
I owe, I think I may say, all that is good in my own life to your
grandmother."

"To granny?" said Christian, in astonishment. Then she added, "I
scarcely ever heard anything of granny until lately, but father spoke
of her, and said that I--I wonder if it is true--that I resemble her."

"You are decidedly like her in appearance; only, of course, when I knew
her she was an elderly woman. But you are more like her in mind. That
was exactly the sort of thing she would have done. She would have been
intensely naughty, and then intensely repentant. But there, dear! you
are looking tired and flushed. Perhaps you had better go up to your own
room early. Be sure you come to me in any difficulty, and regard me as
your special friend. Good-night dear, and God bless you."




CHAPTER XV

THE ORDEAL AND THE VICTIM


Christian's head ached; she had gone through a good deal that day.
At Penwerne Manor, for all except the Sixth Form girls, supper was a
very simple affair. It was held in the refectory at half-past seven,
and consisted of bread and butter, stewed fruit, and milk. Christian
sat down to the simple meal, but she was not hungry. For the first
time she was absolutely thrown on her own resources. Louisa Twining,
being one of the Sixth Form girls, was not present at the other girls'
supper. Christian's bodyguard was also nowhere to be seen. She sat near
a quiet-looking girl of the name of Agnes Temple, but Agnes seemed as
much afraid of Christian as Christian was of her, and did not venture
to question her at all.

As soon as supper was over the young girl went up to Miss Jessie, who
was standing at the top of the room.

"Are you cold, Christian?" said Miss Jessie. "Come and warm yourself by
the fire."

"I wanted to know," said Christian, "if I might go to bed; I am tired."

"Certainly, if you like."

But as Miss Jessie spoke she glanced round the room. Suddenly a tall,
awkward-looking girl, whom Christian had not noticed before, stood up.

"Has Christian Mitford asked to retire nearly an hour before the usual
time?" was her query.

"Certainly, Sukey; and seeing that she is very tired, I am about to
give her leave."

"But I am afraid that I, Susan Marsh, and Maud Thompson and Mary
Hillary and Janet Bouverie, as well as several others in the school,
cannot give Christian Mitford leave to go to bed without the usual
ceremony being gone through."

Christian looked with some amazement first at the tall girl, then at
Miss Jessie. To her surprise, she noticed that Miss Jessie's face
got very red and then very white. The little lady went quickly down
the length of the room, and laying a hand on Susan Marsh's shoulder,
whispered something in her ear. She had to stand on tiptoe to make her
remark, and Susan looked down at her and shook her head gravely. Miss
Jessie then turned to the other girls, who also shook their heads. By
and by the little lady had to go back again to Christian.

"It can't be helped, Christian, dear," she said. "Every girl goes
through it; it is a sort of ordeal which seems to be part and parcel of
the Manor. I can, if you wish it, apply to Miss Peacock; but I think
I would rather not, and if you are wise you will not do so. It would
squash the whole thing, but it would not be for your best happiness."

"Oh, I am not afraid--not really," said Christian; "and please don't
say anything to Miss Peacock."

"You are a good girl. Now, the best thing you can do is to appear quite
indifferent; then they won't get much fun out of you, and you will be
all right."

"What is that about Christian, and having much fun, and being all
right?" suddenly said a gay voice; and Star Lestrange, in a pale-blue
frock, looking as pretty as a girl could look, danced into the room.

"The usual thing; you know all about it," said Miss Jessie.

"Of course I do; and so does Lucy Norris, and so does Jane Price, and
so does Angela Goring."

"So many," said Miss Jessie in a tone of relief.

"Yes, Jessie, my honey, so you may go to bed with an easy mind; your
new fledgling won't come to any harm. Now, come along, Christian.
You have us four to look after you. We can't appear publicly as your
bodyguard, but see if you won't feel our influence."

Christian, in her relief, almost squeezed Star's hand.

"Don't," said Star, who seemed to read her thought in her eyes. "It's
not the fashion at Penwerne Manor to show much outward affection. I
mean we never kiss, and we don't clasp arms much, or anything of that
sort--not until we turn ourselves into what we call 'loverettes.'
Sometimes two girls make a great friendship and declare it publicly in
the school; then they're dubbed 'loverettes' by their fellows, and are
allowed to sit alone, and walk about arm in arm. But that sort of thing
doesn't often happen; and, for my part," continued Star, "I hate it."

"And yet I should have thought you were very affectionate," said
Christian.

"Should you?" answered Star, favoring her with a full glance, which
caused the young girl to shrink into her shoes.

In the corridor outside Susan Marsh was waiting. She had the most
peculiar face Christian had ever seen in her life. It was not only
plain, it was downright ugly; there was not one feature in harmony
with another. She was very tall and very awkward in her movements. Her
complexion was of a dull mud color; her hair was a dull, very light
brown; her eyes were small, her nose broad at the nostrils and very
_retroussé_, her mouth wide. She had good teeth, but otherwise scarcely
a redeeming feature. The expression of her face was as little pleasing
as were her features. Nevertheless this girl had an extraordinary power
over her fellows; she was never seen without a following, and many a
little girl looked at her with a mingling of awe and terror as she
waited now for Christian.

"So you are coming, Star," she said. "Well so much the better; we'll
have some fun. Cheer up, victim; it's your night to go through the
ceremony."

"But what is it?" said Christian.

"You will know, my pretty victim, when the time comes. We always have
it in the big attic. It is great fun; it is the most delightful time
in our lives. We were all very keen for your arrival, but you don't
suppose it was simply for the sake of enjoying the first night of your
sweet society? Nothing of the kind. It was on account of the ordeal.
The ordeal is such fun!"

"Don't mind half she is saying," said Star Lestrange. "But come along,
Christian. It is quite true; there is an ordeal, and you must go
through it before you can really be what we pride ourselves on being--a
Penwernian."

They now turned and went upstairs, past the nice rooms where the girls'
bedrooms were located, and up again some narrow stairs, until, having
opened an attic door, Christian found herself in a huge attic which
ran right across the front of the house. This room had evidently been
got ready for a ceremony. Candles in tin sconces were arranged along
the wall; each sconce was fastened in its place by a small tack, and
as the girls entered a short, very dark, stoutly built girl was going
from one to the other lighting them. When the illumination was at last
complete, from twenty to thirty candles were burning in the front attic.

Christian had a curious feeling that she was back again in the attic
at home. When she got upstairs her fears suddenly left her. She was to
be the heroine of probably a very disagreeable adventure, but had she
not herself from her earliest days encountered adventures of all sorts
in the attic at home? What thrilling moments had not her dolls lived
through? What times of ecstasy had been hers when she was Joan of Arc!
Oh, that night when she had imagined herself tied to the stake! Had
she not really tied herself to the post of the old bedstead, and had
she not crowded round her torn pieces of paper, and shut her eyes, and
tried to imagine the upward ascent of the flames? Had she not, finally,
almost screamed in her agony, for had not real pains taken possession
of her, so vivid and intense had been her imagination?

"After all," she said to herself, "I have my bodyguard, and they do
look faithful, and nothing can be worse than what I lived through in
imagination before now."

When Christian's eyes grew accustomed to the gloom she perceived that
every single girl in the school, except three or four of the sixth
form, was present. They seemed to her to have augmented in numbers, and
to be a great deal more than the forty girls she had been told lived at
Penwerne Manor. They stood about in groups, and all looked eager and
pleased.

Christian noticed that a large wooden bowl had been placed upon the
ground almost in the center of the attic, and a little straw chair, of
a twisted, crooked, rickety, and decrepit nature, stood within a few
feet of the wooden bowl. She herself remained near the door, and she
was surprised as she entered the room to notice that Star Lestrange
immediately left her and walked right across the attic to the farther
end, where she sat down on a turned-up box.

Very soon quick steps were heard running upstairs, and Lucy Norris,
looking more smooth and sleek and satiny than ever, joined Star on her
box. Jane Price was already standing near, and Angela Goring was the
last to arrive. None of the four glanced at Christian, who remained
alone, and looking thoroughly miserable, near the door. All of a sudden
she felt that she had been subjected to a hoax, and that her bodyguard
meant to desert her.

Meanwhile Susan Marsh took her place in the center of the room. She
mounted a box, said something to Maud in a low tone, and then Maud took
her place by her side.

"All present?" she cried. "Ah, yes! I see. Agnes Temple, stand to one
side; you are disgracefully late. Yes, we are all here--all except
Louisa Twining, Mary Reid, and Philippa Dawson. Well, the Sixth Form
must have its privileges. Now to begin. Who is giving the address
to-night? It's your turn, Star, and you are always witty. We want
something to stir us up; we're a bit dull, I take it. Come along, now.
What, you won't?"

"Not to-night," said Star.

"Does that mean that the new girl, the victim, is your special friend?"

Star shook her head.

"Or your special enemy?"

Again the bright head was shaken.

"She's neuter," said Star; "although I mean to see justice done."

"Then it devolves upon me," said Susan, "to open the function. I must
explain the rules of the society to the victim. Victim, kindly step
forward. Seat yourself in this wriggly arm-chair, fix your eyes on my
face, and listen to the words of deep, Solomon-like wisdom that drop
from my lips."

Christian dropped into the chair, and the other girls looked at her
with amazement and admiration. Many a girl before her had wriggled in
agony in that small chair, had blushed and quivered and trembled, but
Christian's face was quite calm. She looked full up at Susan and smiled.

Nothing in all the world could have been more discomfiting to Susan
Marsh than that smile. It was seen by every single girl in the room,
and quite a burst of admiration came from Star Lestrange, Lucy Norris,
Jane Price, and Angela. Star clapped her hands, and immediately the
whole school took up the clap. This from every girl in the place showed
that Christian had made a favorable impression.

"Come, come!" said Susan brusquely, and looking more disagreeable than
ever; "this noise is very much against the rules. Even those girls who
have lived through the ordeal must not disturb the usual proceedings.
Now then, Christian Mitford, your age, please?"

"Thirteen," said Christian.

"When will you have a birthday?"

"In three months' time."

"Mary Hillary, pray note in the archives of this society that the new
victim, Christian Mitford, is thirteen years and nine months of age."

Mary, who was standing by a sort of little desk, opened it, took out a
paper volume of most disreputable appearance, opened it, made an entry,
with a sort of giggle, and then stood silent.

"It is your penalty, Christian Mitford, to put into the wooden bowl
that lies at your feet a large caramel, fondant, or chocolate for
each month of your life. Who will solve the riddle of the months of
Christian Mitford's life?"

Star immediately cried out:

"One hundred and sixty-five months."

"To that great age have you attained, Christian Mitford, and your
penalty is that, having lived so long in the world, you must place
upon the altar of our friendship a lollypop or other sweet for each of
your months. You do this for the good of the community. The penalty is
slight, and not at all in accordance with the offense."

"But I can't imagine what the offense is," said Christian suddenly. "As
to having lollypops, there is a large box in my bedroom, and you are
all welcome to have them if you like."

At this minute Star rose, and turning to Lucy, Jane, and Angela,
motioned to them to follow her. The four girls came forward in single
file, and each dropped on one knee before Christian and laid a box of
chocolates at her feet.

"We are proud to be your ministers on this occasion," said Star, "and
we have brought the penalty which you in your ignorance knew nothing
about."

"I don't call that at all fair," cried Susan. "We all know that if a
girl can't offer the necessary confectionery she has to give another
forfeit of a different nature, and that forfeit is often of greater
value to the society. But there!" she added, seeing that Star frowned,
"if we must submit, I suppose we must. Be thankful to your ministers,
therefore, Christian Mitford. Take up the sweets and deposit them in
the bowl, but be sure you have the right number. Be sure you have one
hundred and sixty-five sweetmeats--one for each month of your life."

Christian took up the boxes and unfastened them. Several girls crowded
round as she reckoned them out and placed them in the bowl. Susan stood
by counting with her lips as Christian deposited the sweets in their
receptacle.

"So far so good," she said. "The fact of your having paid this forfeit
exonerates you from other unpleasantnesses which certainly would have
been your lot had those four girls, Star Lestrange, Lucy Norris, Jane
Price, and Angela Goring, not come to the rescue. But now we have
other matters to attend to. You know--or, if you don't know, you must
be told--that any girl who comes to Penwerne Manor and doesn't enter
into our secret society is outside in every sense of the word. She
may be loved by her teachers--such a thing is quite possible--but she
certainly will not be loved by the girls. She will not be allowed
to share in any of the real conviviality of the school--the secret
banquets, for instance. Now, girls, can any of you give a description
of what the secret banquets are really like?"

Star jumped to her feet and began to speak eagerly.

"They're very naughty," she said. "They are conducted without our
teachers knowing anything about them. They occur once a month--here.
We generally assemble about half-past ten at night, and go back to
our rooms about half-past eleven. We collect during the month for the
expenses of the banquet. Our food is generally brought in by means of a
basket and a rope through the attic window. The fun of the thing is to
do it secretly. We try not to be too naughty, but we certainly have a
gay time."

"It sounds interesting," said Christian, who felt that she could enjoy
it; "but does Miss Peacock know?"

"Does Miss Peacock know?" suddenly exclaimed Maud Thompson, raising
her voice for the first time, and giving Christian an angry look. "I'd
like to see the girl who would tell Miss Peacock. Jessie knows; but
then nobody minds Jessie. The other teachers don't know, and I trust
never will. Mademoiselle is an old horror. We have to keep it from
Mademoiselle, whatever happens."

"Now, you, Christian Mitford," continued Susan, "can, if you like,
remain outside the society; but of course you will not."

"No, Christian," said Star; "you must join."

"And having joined, you must adhere to the rules," said Susan. "Now, to
make the ceremony of membership of value, we always tattoo a tiny mark
on the arm of a new member. We do this with nitrate of silver, a small
bottle of which is kept up here. It hardly hurts at all, and if the
victim objects----"

"Certainly, if you object, Christian, it is not to be done," said Star;
"but," she added, with a laugh, "you had much better submit."

"I don't mind a bit," said Christian. "I have gone through worse things
than that," she added.

Susan's eyes brightened and grew suddenly big. She fastened them on the
young girl's face.

"I haven't the least doubt," she said, "that you will be an
acquisition. You seem to have courage. Some girls get in such a funk."

"But I won't join," said Christian firmly, "until I know what it means."

"It means that we are to stick to each other through thick and thin;
that you are never to tell; that when the members of the committee--I
am one, Star Lestrange is another, Angela Goring is another, and Janet
Bouverie is another--that when we decide on a certain mode of action
all the members have to adhere to it. They have to follow in our lead
and submit to our dictum. Fresh members are elected on the committee
every half-year, and on that day, the ceremony is very important
indeed. The girls greatly like the present set--don't you, girls?"

There was a loud cheer, particularly in the neighborhood of Star
Lestrange. Susan looked round her and slightly frowned.

"Each member has to subscribe something out of her own private
pocket-money once a week to the funds of the society," said Susan; "and
if possible she ought to begin with a handsome donation. What can you
afford, Christian Mitford? You look as though you had plenty of money.
I hope you will be able to put a good sum into the funds."

"A shilling is the usual thing," called out Star across the room.

"It would be better for you to give more," said Susan, gazing at
Christian uneasily.

"I will give five shillings."

"Naughty, naughty little t'ing," said Star's ventriloquist voice over
Christian's head.

"You really can't be allowed to break the rules in this fashion, even
if you are a member of the committee, Star Lestrange," said Susan. "We
shall be glad of five shillings, Christian. You don't seem to be such a
formidable person nor so badly behaved as I expected. We will now, if
you please, perform the ceremony of initiation."

The girls crowded round. Susan came forward.

"On this occasion," she said, "you, Maud Thompson, will perform the
ceremony on Christian's arm."

Christian bared her arm, and Maud, with a tiny caustic pencil, wrote
the word "Penwernian" in very small letters just above her elbow. The
caustic smarted slightly, but the pain was nothing to speak of.

"Now," continued Maud, "you belong to us, Christian Mitford--or at
least you very nearly do. You have still to write your name in blood in
this book. Don't be startled; just prick your finger. Here's the needle
we always use for the purpose. Shall I do it for you?"

Before Christian could reply Maud made a sharp prick on her first
finger, and a large drop of blood appeared. The pen was then put into
Christian's hand, and she wrote her name in the members' book.

"Now you belong to our secret society," continued Maud. "You know what
we know; you do what we do. Through thick and thin you will be faithful
to us; through trouble and joy you belong to us. You would sooner have
your heart cut into little bits than betray us. Very well, that is all
right. Now begins the real pleasure of the evening. Girls," continued
Maud, turning and facing the other girls as they crowded round her, "it
is permitted, in honor of the new member, that the caramels, fondants,
etc., put into that wooden bowl should now be divided. Long life to the
new member. Christian, you as fresh member are permitted to eat one
month of your life."

"Really," said Christian, laughing, "this sounds very formidable. I
don't know that I want to eat away any part of my life."

She thought the ceremony had come to an end, and was rather relieved
than otherwise; but her happiness was short-lived, for Susan came over
and said calmly:

"Now then, be as quick as you can and give us an account of why you
were unavoidably detained. Your unavoidable detention has been the talk
of the school for the last fortnight. Now, we want to learn all about
you; for understand, it is absolutely necessary that each member of
our secret society should have the full confidence of all the other
members. The sooner, therefore, you begin to tell us your life's
history the better."




CHAPTER XVI

SUSAN MARSH


Susan now, with quick, deft movements, removed the candles from their
places by the wall, and placed them round the wooden bowl, which no
longer contained any fondants, for they had all been devoured by the
greedy Penwernians. The candles were arranged in a circle, and the
girls were invited to seat themselves in a wider circle just beyond.
Christian alone was so placed that the light from the candles should
fall on her face.

"Now begin, please," said Susan; "all about your unavoidable detention
first. And don't prevaricate; the soul of truth is the leading motive
of our society. We scorn to conceal anything; we just speak the simple
truth on all occasions."

There was a pause. For a minute it seemed to Christian as though she
heard the beating of her own heart. She was quite still, and it was not
until a small sharp voice sounded at the back of her ear: "It is the
first step that costs"--that she found her voice.

Really Star was too trying, but she had the effect of stimulating the
young girl into a terrible effort to control herself.

"I am very much obliged to you all for being so anxious to know about
me," said Christian, "and I will tell you about my past life from time
to time if you really desire it; but I don't intend to mention why I
was kept from school. That is my own secret, and I intend to keep it."

"Naughty new member; that will never do," cried several gay voices.

"Hush!" said Susan in an imperative tone. "We all know what happens
when members of this society refuse to obey the committee. But we will
speak of that later on. Tell us just what you wish to tell us now,
Christian."

"I will tell you a story," said Christian suddenly, "and it's all about
myself."

"A story--that's good!" cried Agnes Temple, a look of satisfaction
crossing her commonplace little face. "I love stories about people."
Then, fixing her eyes on her companion's face, she said, "I like
Christian Mitford--don't you?"

"Please don't talk any more in that whisper," suddenly exclaimed Star.
"Now then, Christian, we will not compel your confidence to-night.
It might have been," she continued, glancing round at her fellows,
"anything. It might mean an accident to the head or to the heart, in
which case it would be extremely dangerous to press for an explanation.
You shall tell us just what you like, Christian," she continued, "only
don't draw on your imagination if you can help it."

"What I tell you will be true," answered Christian, "only I don't
suppose any of you will believe me. I am an only child. All my days I
should have been terribly lonely but for my attic."

"Oh, dear!" cried Maud Thompson; "perhaps she has belonged to other
secret societies. She would have been very lonely but for her attic.
Please tell us all about your attic."

"I will," said Christian, "if you won't interrupt."

She then proceeded to give a vivid picture of her early days. She
described her life so that the girls who listened no longer interrupted
with silly words or sarcastic remarks; they were so interested that
they forgot themselves. Christian spoke of her doll days, then of her
fairy-story days, and last of her heroic days. When she got to the
subject of Joan of Arc it seemed to the girls that no history had ever
been so thrilling.

"It was one dreadful dark day," she continued, suddenly rising to her
feet and forgetting about everything but that picture of the past which
was rising up in her mind. "There was snow outside, and I thought and I
thought, and it seemed to me that I was Joan and in prison. I thought I
would put on the armor which was to be my undoing. I saw myself in it,
and I was glad and not at all afraid. And then--and then--there came
the trial. Oh! it lasted so long, and I seemed to live through it all.
I was condemned to death. I saw myself; I was there. I was burnt, and I
did go through it all."

"Oh, nonsense!" here cried Mary Hillary. "Your head must be affected."

"No, no; I did go through it all in imagination," said Christian. "I
made it, too, as realistic as possible. There was an old, old bedstead,
and one of the posts was broken. I bound myself to the post--yes, with
real chains, too; they belonged to a dog we used to keep in a kennel.
They were rusty, but that did not matter. And I piled up papers round
me, all torn up in great pieces; and I had some red paper to imitate
the color of the flames. I made the paper come higher and higher, and I
fancied I saw a crowd, and I was burned."

"Oh, dear! you are an extraordinary girl," said Angela Goring. "Don't
you think that sort of thing is very bad for you?"

The others were silent. Christian dropped down again on her seat.

"I have no more to tell you to-night," she said. "It takes it out of me
to feel like that. I wouldn't tell you, but if we are Penwernians that
means that we are comrades--and comrades must understand each other. If
you all will be friends with me I will be your friend. Oh, I hope you
will; I was a little afraid of you to-day, but I don't really think I
will be afraid any longer."

"I, as a member of the committee, declare our meeting is now
dissolved," said Star Lestrange suddenly. "It is time for us to go to
our bedrooms. Go softly, everyone. Jessie wouldn't tell, but the other
mistresses are no end of tell-tale-tits. Good-night, Christian."

"Christian," said Janet Bouverie suddenly, "I'm glad you have come to
the school, and I hope you will be friends with me."

A great many other girls came up and shook hands with Christian. She
had scored a success. One by one, like little frightened shadows, the
Penwernians stole to their separate rooms. Fortunately for Christian,
hers was not far off, as the White Corridor was the nearest to the
celebrated front attic.

She was glad to see a bright fire burning in the grate, but she started
very violently when she saw standing by the fire no less a person than
Miss Jessie herself.

"Come in, dear," said Miss Jessie. "I know all about it, of course. If
I were a teacher I should be obliged to tell; but I am not a teacher,
and dear Lavinia gives me a good deal of liberty. I do not feel that I
am obliged to make mischief. As long as you girls keep up your little
mystery and don't do anything wrong, I don't feel called upon to make
you unhappy. Don't tell me, dear, what has happened; I'd much rather
not know. But come to the fire; you look quite blue and cold."

"Oh, in some ways I have had a splendid time," said Christian.

"I am relieved to hear it, my love. To tell the truth, I have been a
little anxious about you, Christian."

"Why?" asked Christian.

"Because your face has a strange expression--just as though you felt
things too much."

"I am naughtier than most girls; that is why," said Christian.

"My dear child, let me assure you that you are nothing of the kind. I
know a lot about girls, living here as I do. Even dear Lavinia can't
see them as I do, for they are always on their best behavior with her,
and they don't mind little Jessie in the very least. But now, dear,
I came to your room on purpose to tell you that your real life here
begins to-morrow. You will, like everyone else, have your hardships;
you will also have your period of discipline, and I earnestly beg of
you, Christian, not for the sake of a purely quixotic motive to get
yourself into hot water by telling something which never happened in
the school. In regard to this remember, my dear, it is your duty to be
guided by the superior judgment of dear Lavinia Peacock."

Christian made no answer. Miss Jessie looked into her eyes.

"You are over-anxious, dear. I trust you will sleep. Is your fire all
right? Ah! I see it is. I wish I could give you this little luxury
every night, but it is against our rules. We have a fire once a week
in each bedroom, just to keep it warm and aired, but that is all. Now
I will put on two additional lumps of coal. You will be quite happy,
dear. The great gong will wake you at seven o'clock to-morrow morning;
you are expected to be down at half-past seven. At eight we have
breakfast, and then prayers. You will soon know all the routine. And
now, love, good-night."

Christian stood for a few minutes by the fire. It certainly was
cheerful, and the little room snug. She felt that she might soon
be happy at school. As to being interested, she had never felt so
intensely interested before. The girls were so naïve, so fresh. Even
those who terrified her aroused her interest. She did not like Susan
Marsh, but even Susan had something fascinating about her. Then, as to
Star, was anybody ever before so gay, so bright, so willful?

"And she was good to me," thought the child--"really good. She helped
me when I was frightened. She showed me how I might take a proper
place in the school. I love her already. I shall love her well. How
strange it is that I should be supplied with a sort of bodyguard! Star
and Lucy and Jane and Angela. I can't say that they did much for me
while I was going through the initiation, but still they were there. I
suppose they acted rightly in not making their presence too much felt.
Star said they were to be a sort of invisible bodyguard, ready to help
me in times of real difficulty and danger, but as a rule allowing me
to get out of my own scrapes, when I don't absolutely require their
assistance."

Christian removed her dress and looked at her arm. It still smarted a
little from the initial ceremony.

"How ridiculous all this is!" she said to herself. "Father and mother
would smile over it; and yet it didn't seem ridiculous up there."

She wondered what her father would say if he ever heard of that
evening's event. Then, having knelt for a minute or two in prayer, she
got into bed.

But Christian's adventures for that night were by no means over; for,
just as she was getting drowsy and was dropping off to sleep, the door
of her room glided open noiselessly, and Susan Marsh stood before her.

"I have come," said Susan, "to say something. I shan't take up much
of your time, but I think it only right that you should know. You are
sleepy, but you must not go to sleep until I have had my talk out. By
the way, what a snug room! And a fire, too. Dear me! do you think you
deserve all these luxuries?"

"Certainly, if my parents choose to pay for them," replied Christian.

She found herself speaking in a pert voice, but her heart was beating
and the old terrors were returning.

"How grand we are!" said Susan mockingly. "I wonder if the parents know
what the dear young only girl is up to. Now, Christian, please note
that I am in the position to assure you calmly, simply, but at the same
time firmly, that you are in my power."

"I in your power?" said Christian. "What do you mean?"

"This: I happen to know all about that unavoidable detention. I know
what it consisted of. I know the full particulars. I know all about
that wicked, wicked running away from home, and the name of the little
girl who went with you, and the slum where you went, and the room that
you slept in, and the reason why you were not allowed to return to the
school for ten days. I can tell that story to the whole school; and I
will, too, if you don't make it worth my while to be silent."

"I will never make it worth your while to be silent," said Christian.
"I can't imagine how you learnt it, but you have learnt it by
dishonorable means. Anyhow, I am not going to be afraid of you."

"Aren't you?" said Susan. "There is plenty of firelight; that is a good
thing. A fire is nice, and we are quite alone--absolutely safe and
comfortable--so we will just argue this matter."

"You may say anything you like," replied Christian very stoutly, "but I
am not going to be afraid of you."

Her attitude and manner, and even the look on her face, impressed
Susan. She was evidently astonished.

"Why does Miss Peacock say that you were unavoidably detained?" was her
next remark.

"You must ask Miss Peacock that yourself," replied Christian.

"Very well; I must now tell you the simple truth, Christian Mitford.
You can take whatever attitude you please on this occasion. You may
pretend to be indifferent, but you don't know what it means. It lies in
your power to tell the school or not."

"That is what I intend to do," said Christian.

"Is it? Well, we'll see. If you do it you will imagine yourself a sort
of heroine, no doubt; you will think yourself extremely brave. But wait
for the result. How do you think your schoolfellows will take it? You
spent the night, for instance, in the slums. We don't any of us--we
lady girls who live in this school--know what the slums mean, but you
do. Then you were fearfully wicked and disobedient. The girls who are
not wicked and who are not disobedient will be afraid of you. In short,
I may as well assure you, Christian, if you tell this thing, if it is
known in the school, you will be sent to Coventry. Do you know what
Coventry means?"

"I have heard of it, but I should like to have your version," said
Christian.

"You are very smart and courageous in your conversation now, but you
won't be when you feel the full pinch of Coventry life. Just picture
to yourself what it will feel like never to be spoken to by your
companions, to be without friends in the midst of a lot of girls, to be
publicly expelled from the Penwernians."

"Oh, I don't mind that," said Christian.

"You haven't the remotest idea what it means or you wouldn't say so.
Your mistresses may continue to like you, but there isn't a good, nice
girl in the school who will dare to be seen speaking to you. You will
live on here year after year, and not until all the present girls leave
the school will you have any chance of becoming popular. Now, naturally
you would be popular; you are just the sort of girl. That power of
yours of telling stories is an immense attraction. It might win the
heart of nearly every girl in the place. But after your sin is known no
one will listen to you. And why, do you think? Because the committee
of the Penwernians will forbid it. Now, of course, the mistresses have
great power in the school; but, although they would not like to own
it, their power is nothing at all compared to the power of our secret
society. If you, who have just been made a member of it, were at once
expelled because of conduct which makes it impossible for us to have
anything to do with you, you would be in a sorry position. You can
think the thing over. I don't want to press you, but my advice to you
is to take advantage of Miss Lavinia Peacock's kindness and not to tell
what you have done."

Susan's words came out slowly. She made a pause now and then, and these
pauses were very effective. Her ugly face was full of deep shadows in
the firelight. Her eyes were scarcely visible at all. It was only her
white teeth that gleamed now and then. As she stood she herself made a
great shadow, and it seemed to Christian that Susan was a bad girl, and
that she hated and, alas! feared her.

"If I could only speak to Star," she thought. "What am I to do?"

"What I say to you is in absolute confidence," continued Susan, who
knew that she was at last making an impression. "For your own sake you
ought really not to tell. It doesn't matter to me. If you do tell you
will find it distinctly--yes, dreadfully--unpleasant. Miss Peacock must
have known that fact when she so wisely resolved not to acquaint the
girls with the truth."

"But I don't care to live under a lie or to sail under false colors,"
said Christian slowly.

"You are a little goose," replied Susan; and now she changed both her
attitude and manner, and coming close, she laid her hand upon the bed.
Christian's hand was lying outside the counterpane, and Susan caught it
and held it firmly.

"You are one of us," she said, "and of course we all want to like you.
I for one feel that I could adore you. It is because I pity you that I
speak."

"But how did you know? It is a secret from the whole school. How did
you manage to get possession of it?" said Christian.

"Ah! that is my affair. I can only say now that I am in possession of
it, and can give you full particulars of your great adventure. The
name of your little runaway friend is Rose Latimer; and another horrid
girl called Judith Ford was implicated in the affair. Now, are you
satisfied?"

"I see that you know, but I can't make out how you know."

"Be satisfied with that knowledge, for more you will not be told. Now,
you have almost made up your mind, have you not, that you will not
tell?"

"You have frightened me very much. I will think it over."

"Do, and to-morrow we will meet again. I won't stay with you now, for I
know you are sleepy. Of course you will pay me."

"For what?"

"For my silence, dear--my silence. What you give me I shall spend on
fondants for the next meeting of the Penwernians. Have you got any
money handy?"

Poor Christian! A bright new sovereign lay on the dressing-table. At
that very moment Susan's eyes fell upon it.

"Why, here's the very thing," she said. "It will keep me silent for a
while. You will be happy and have a right good time, for I can see to
that. Thank you so much! Good-night."

She snatched up the money and put it into her pocket.

"No, no; come back, please--come back!" called Christian.

But Susan gave a low laugh and a gesture of warning, and disappeared
from the room.

It was long before Christian could sleep. After the relief that the
meeting had given her, to come face to face with such a terrible
obstacle as Susan Marsh made her feel almost wild with apprehension.
She had no one to turn to, for she did not dare to betray Susan. What
was to be done?

"If I do the right thing," thought the poor girl, "Susan Marsh will be
my enemy, and I dare not tell the mistresses. Oh, I wish--I wish father
and mother had never sent me to this terrible school!"




CHAPTER XVII

THE BOUDOIRS


Two or three days after the events related in the last chapter, Susan
Marsh might have been seen pacing up and down with her chosen friend
Maud Thompson. Maud, compared to Susan, was rather a pretty girl; and
under other influences she might have been a good girl. She had taken a
fancy to Christian, and was telling Susan of this fact.

"Like her as much as ever you please," said Susan, "but remember she is
my prey."

"Your prey, Susan! Whatever do you mean? Sometimes you don't talk at
all nicely."

"Lower your voice a little, my love," said Susan; "we don't want the
others to hear us. We have a whole quarter of an hour, and I have a
plan in my head."

"You always are planning things. But I do want to talk about Christian
now. I can't think why you call her your prey."

"Of course, I have no secrets from you, Maud; you are my chosen friend,
and would not dare to betray me, even if you wished to do so. But the
fact is, I have got hold of the poor dear's secret."

"Christian Mitford's secret?"

"Yes; the true story of her unavoidable detention."

"I wonder she won't tell us about that. She never will. It rather
surprises me," said Maud.

"Rest assured, dear Maud, that she is never likely to tell you. She
would be a mighty great fool if she did."

"And you know all about it?"

"I know all about it, sweet? Oh, yes."

"You look very queer, Susan. I wish you would not have that----"

"That what, Maudie?"

"That sort of pleasure in seeing people unhappy. It isn't nice."

"Oh, isn't it, Maud? What about the kind friend who gets others out of
their troubles. You know----"

"You needn't go into that," said Maud, coloring and then turning white.

"Ah! but I thought I'd just remind you, dear. But to return to
our beloved Christian. She really is a very noble specimen of her
name--very conscientious and all that--but, notwithstanding, I think we
shall get her to do pretty much what we like; and all and entirely by
means of that little secret of hers, which she must never tell except,
to your humble servant."

"But why--why--why?"

"Oh, inquisitive one. Your desires are not to be gratified. But now to
turn to other matters. I propose that we shall have a very great feast
in the front attic, to which all members of the Penwernian Society are
to be invited, on the second Saturday in February. That is exactly
one fortnight from now. We must have a real supper, and everything in
first-rate style; and Florence Dixie and her two friends, Ethel and
Emma Manners, are all to be invited."

"What nonsense! You know quite well we can't invite strangers to the
front attic. It is bad enough to have these feasts at all, as it were,
in the dark, and with Jessie knowing all the time."

"Jessie will never tell. And don't you know by this time, Maud, that
Miss Peacock--the dear, blessed, saintly Lavinia--winks at our little
peccadillos? She could find out if she chose to, but she is too wise,
bless her, the darling! Well, of course, neither Jessie nor Miss
Peacock is to know of this. I have spoken already to Florence Dixie and
to the two Manners girls, and they are wild to come. They want to join
the society, but of course that can't be entertained; I do draw the
line at that. We shall get them in by means of a ladder put up to the
window. Won't it be splendid?"

"It certainly will," said Maud. "How daring you are, Susan! Do you
think Star and Lucy and Angela will join us?"

"Do I think ducks will swim?" was Susan's remark. "But now, my dear
love, in order to have these girls we must have funds. What do you
think of this?"

As Susan spoke she thrust her hand into her pocket and drew out a whole
beautiful golden sovereign.

"Why, Susan," said Maud, in astonishment, "however did you get it?"

"From the dear, the precious young Christian. The price of her
detention, you understand."

"Oh, you are not blackmailing the poor child? How wrong of you! How
cruel!"

"You use very ugly words, Maud; you forget yourself. Now, the fewer
questions you ask the better. This sovereign will buy a grand supper,
and we shall have a jolly time."

"But if we are found out. You know how furious Miss Peacock would be at
our introducing outsiders into the school."

"We won't be found out; we shall be far too careful for that. But
please understand, Maud, that what I have told you is in strictest
confidence; you must not breathe it to another soul. Meanwhile you
may be as nice as you like to Christian. Go and talk to her now, poor
child! She is standing over there by herself, looking desolate and
gazing out to sea."

"I won't go to her," said Maud. "Some of the things you do, Susan, make
me wretched. I do wish you'd be straight and nice and honorable like
Star. I am sure she has no end of fun in her, and is most daring, but
she would never stoop to your sort of things."

"Really, Maud, I don't know what to make of you. If you go on like this
I shall have to get some other girl to be my special friend; and then,
dear little love, look out for squalls, for don't you remember----"

Susan bent and whispered into Maud's tiny, shell-like ear. Maud colored.

"Go and look up your lessons," continued Susan, pushing her away with a
contemptuous motion; "your French was not specially creditable to-day.
I will approach Christian and have a chat with her."

Maud ran off at once. Susan looked after her. Susan's overhanging brows
gave a decided scowl to her face.

She approached Christian Mitford softly, and when she came within a
short distance, said in a mincing voice, and in the tone of a person
drawling out a hymn:


    "Come hither, little Christian,
      And hearken unto me;
    I'll tell you what the daily life
      Of a Christian child should be."


Christian turned at once angrily. "I don't want to speak to you," she
said.

"But you must, love; you really must. We are going to have such a
lovely time in the attic on Saturday fortnight--the best we ever
had--and you are to be present, and we are all to wear our white
dresses. We will look like so many cherubs, won't we? And there's to be
_such_ a supper--got out of your sovereign, darling."

"Susan, I can't give you any more money. I only had two sovereigns when
Miss Neil left me; she said they were to last until----"

"How long, dearest? Until you ran away again?"

"Oh, don't!" said Christian. "How cruel you are! I have almost made up
my mind----"

"What, Christian? To what have you made up your mind?"

"That I won't stand this. It would be much--much braver to me to tell.
I'll consult Star; she will know how to advise me."

Now, this was the very last thing that Susan wished. Although she was
quite certain that she herself could so manage matters as to send
Christian to Coventry if she did tell, she also knew that if Star
discovered the truth, she (Susan) would be the person reduced to that
uncomfortable position.

"It would be madness for you to tell Star," she said, changing her tone
to one of great sympathy. "She's a very upright, honorable sort of
girl; she would be shocked--absolutely shocked."

"Are you sure? She always seems so kind; although of late somehow she
has not taken much notice of me."

Susan laughed. "Take my advice," she said, "and keep your own counsel.
Tell no one except your own Susy, who, of course, won't repeat
anything. I have nearly done getting what money I want from you; and
isn't it better to be a little short of funds than to be hated by
everybody? Come, now; let's take a walk and have a cozy-pozy time
together."

Susan's "cozy-pozy time" was scarcely enjoyed by Christian, who was
learning to dislike her companion more and more day by day. The young
girl often wondered at the intense feeling of hatred that was growing
up in her heart for this disagreeable and wicked girl.

"How little I knew when I ran away what it would all mean!" thought
the poor child. "Oh, dear! if only father and mother were in England I
might consult them. But there is no one--no one to go to for help."

Susan did not find her companion very agreeable, and after informing
her of this fact in no flattering terms, ran off to seek more congenial
friends.

The girls always had an hour to themselves in the early part of the
afternoon, when they might do exactly as they liked. They need not
walk, they need not study; they might wander in the grounds, or they
might sit by the comfortable schoolroom fires, or they might visit the
boudoirs.

Amongst the special attractions to be found at Penwerne Manor were
the boudoirs. These consisted of a number of small rooms, beautifully
furnished, very bright, very cheerful, and specially devoted to the
girls of the school. Each class had a room to itself, but a girl
belonging to one class could invite a friend to have tea with her in
another boudoir or classroom, provided the invitation was given for
this special hour. At other times each class was expected to keep
strictly to its own boudoir.

Christian had long rejoiced in the fact that she was in the same class
as Star Lestrange, and equally was she delighted to know that Susan, a
much bigger and older girl, was two classes lower down in the school.
Susan would never have dreamt of bullying so clever a girl as Christian
but for the rare chance of having discovered her secret.

Feeling cold and chilly now, the young girl crossed the wide hall, went
down the corridor where the boudoirs were situated, and opened the door
of the fourth class boudoir and entered. This room went by the name of
the Hall of Good Nature. It was one of Miss Peacock's curious fancies
to call the boudoirs after virtues; Charity Hall, Hope Hall, Kindness
Hall, were to be found in the little group. The name of each room was
carved in white over the lintel of the door, and now as Christian
entered she raised her eyes to look at the words.

"The Hall of Good Nature," she said to herself.

She uttered a deep sigh. She wondered if there was any real kindness
left in the world. She felt terribly lonely and depressed. But for
Susan, and but for her own wrong-doing, how happy she would be here!
For she could not help confessing to herself that the life was
beautiful; all its days were planned out with such true common-sense
and such broad ideas with regard to all that was necessary for the
growth of young and sensitive girls, that happiness could not but be
the result. There were strong interests, too, in the school, and Miss
Lavinia herself was so delightful that to obtain a kind word from her
or a smile from her face was sufficient incentive for any amount of
hard work.

But Christian was not happy. She was doing well; her lessons were a
mere nothing to her. But for the sake of Star she would have made
violent efforts to get into the fifth class, but she liked Star and
did not wish to leave her. Nevertheless, strange as it may seem,
Star took very little notice of her of late; she rather avoided her
than otherwise, and this seemed the last drop in Christian's cup of
bitterness.

She was thinking now of all these things, puzzling over them, and
wiping away a tear which would now and then start to her eyes, when the
door was opened somewhat noisily, and Star Lestrange, accompanied by
Angela Goring, dashed into the room.

"Oh, bother!" she said aloud when she saw Christian, and then she
stopped short and was about to go away.

But Christian rose quickly.

"Don't go, please, Star," she said. "I was resting just for a minute or
two; I am all right now. I will go and have a walk round the grounds
before lesson-hour."

"But you mustn't; it is so cold," said Angela. "Why, what is the
matter, Christian?"

For Angela had caught sight of Christian's face, and had noticed the
large tear-drop on her cheek which rolled down and disappeared even as
she spoke.

"I'm all right, really. Please don't go away," said Christian. "Why
shouldn't you stay?"

Star suddenly changed her mind.

"You belong to us, Chris, don't you?"

"I thought so--I hoped so," was Christian's answer.

There was a note of hope in her voice.

"We have been rather puzzled about you, all the same," said Star,
sinking into a chair and spreading out her hands to the blaze. "Angel,
sit down by my side and warm yourself, pet. We have been rather amazed
that you have taken up with Susan Marsh. Don't you know---- Oh, of
course, I mustn't say a word; it wouldn't be gentlemanly; and whatever
happens, I _will_ be a gentleman. I'd hate to be a lady. A gentlemanly
girl is my ideal of the perfect girl, and I hope I am that, so I
won't speak against a schoolfellow. But, all the same, she's not your
sort--not really."

"I know. Do you think I like her?"

"Actions speak louder than words, my dear. You are with her always,
sniggering in corners, and looking so mysterious; her hand in yours,
and her arm round your waist. Faugh! it makes me sick. Doesn't it you,
Angel?"

"Perhaps Christian can explain," said Angela, who had a very kind face
and read trouble in Christian's eyes.

"Do explain, Chris; there's a darling," said Star. "We want to be nice
to you, both Angel and I, but we can't cotton to your friend, and
that's a fact. Now tell us, why do you go with her? Why are you always
following her about, or she following you about? You are so absolutely
unlike the sort of girl who ought to be with her that it is more or
less, the talk of the school. You'll tell us, won't you?"

"I'm afraid, I can't. I wish I could."

"Oh, then," Star's sweetness suddenly left her.

She became her old, somewhat severe, satirical little self once more.

"She won't be bold and tell us, the charming young thing!" she sang
out, letting her voice drop from the ceiling almost into Christian's
ears.

"Oh, Star, can't you understand? I am unhappy. Oh! I daren't say
another word; only the fact of your not liking me makes me miserable. I
was never away from home before. Do be kind to me, Star."

"I will if you tell me the truth; but I won't if you keep up the
mystery. So now you can choose. Give me your confidence and I'll get
you out of your worries, whatever they are."

Just at that minute a head was poked round the curtain and the face of
Susan Marsh appeared.

"Wherever have you hid yourself, Christian? You are wanted immediately.
Maudie and I and Mary Hillary are all waiting for your Royal Highness."

"Come in, Susan," said Star suddenly.

Susan advanced into the room. Notwithstanding all her would-be
indifference, there was a slightly alarmed expression in her eyes.

"You have done something to this poor girl," said Star. "You have
frightened her, and we want her to tell us. It is most unaccountable
your being friends with the sort of girl Christian Mitford is."

"What?" said Susan; "is she too good for me?"

"She is different from you," said Star boldly. "She isn't a bit your
sort, and you know it. Why are you so chummy with her? Will you tell us
the reason?"

"She had best tell you herself; I give her leave," said Susan.

She stood and faced Christian with a daring, impish expression on her
face. Her eyes beneath their thick brows seemed to dart as though
they would pierce through the young girl's soul; their expression was
altogether too much for Christian.

"I can't tell," she said. "I suppose it is all right. I'll go with you,
Susan, if you want me."

"Yes, you had better," said Star rudely, "for we don't care for the
Susan Marsh sort of girls here."




CHAPTER XVIII

"I AM AFRAID"


"Jessie," said Miss Lavinia Peacock, turning to her little friend, "I
want you to sit here, to make yourself thoroughly comfortable, and
allow me to question you freely."

"But, please, dear Miss Peacock----"

"I gave you leave to call me Lavinia."

"Please, dear Lavinia----"

"You would rather not be questioned?"

"I would much, much rather not. You understand that in my position. Oh,
yes, you gave me permission, as you expressed it, to be eyes behind
your back, to do what I could to make comfort and happiness in the
school, and yet to allow a certain amount of liberty. You gave me to
understand--you really did, Lavinia--that I might shut my eyes when
there was no real mischief ahead."

"I certainly did do so," replied Miss Lavinia gravely; "and I have no
intention of going back on my word. Amongst so many girls one must
expect differences of disposition. There will always be the girl of
varieties; there will always be the thoughtless, heedless, mischievous
girl. Now, I have sympathy with the variety girl, and with the daring,
the ambitious, the frolicsome, the mischievous girl; but I have no
sympathy--none whatever--with the wicked girl. And if such a girl is in
this school, and is exercising her malign influence upon my pupils, out
she goes. You must clearly understand that you allow no liberty when
the wicked girl appears on the scene."

"But I am certain--I am quite positive--that there is no such girl in
the school," said poor Miss Jessie, who, although she did not like
Susan Marsh, could not be brought to think her anything but just a
thoughtless, rather daring specimen of humanity; not exactly a nice
girl, but as to being wicked!--oh no, poor little Miss Jessie could not
even entertain the idea.

"I promise you," she said after a pause, "that if there is anything
wrong I will let you know. For the rest you must trust me."

"What about the front attic?" said Miss Peacock suddenly.

"You allowed me liberty with regard to that. Nothing goes on that I
don't know of. If there is anything distinctly disobedient, any act of
open rebellion, I promise that you shall be told at once."

"All right, Jessie," said Miss Peacock with a sigh. She rose as she
spoke, and going up to the glowing fire, put a pretty pointed foot on
the brass fender and warmed it luxuriously.

"I cannot exactly tell you why," she said at last slowly, "but since
that young girl, Christian Mitford, came to the school--it is nearly a
month now since she arrived--I have not felt quite at my ease. There is
something about the child that haunts me quite uncomfortably. Are you
sure she is happy?"

"I am not," said Miss Jessie.

"But why should she be unhappy?"

"I can't exactly tell you, except----" Miss Jessie sat very still for
a minute. "I do hope one thing, and that is that you will strongly
dissuade Christian from telling the school at large about her adventure
before she came here."

Miss Peacock was silent.

"I am absolutely sure," continued Miss Jessie, "that you would be doing
the child irretrievable mischief and injury by allowing the story
to get abroad in the school. Schoolgirls are only schoolgirls; they
cannot read motives, and they cannot judge of the depth of repentance.
To these carefully nurtured, carefully brought-up children the story
of Christian's running away and of losing herself, if only for a few
hours, in the slums of London would seem altogether horrible. Her
repentance would quite fade from their view in comparison with the
enormity of her sin. The fact is this, dear Miss Peacock, and I know
I am right"--here Miss Jessie's eyes filled with tears--"the good
girls of the school would turn away from Christian, and the naughty
and troublesome ones would render her life a burden to her. She would
never hear the last of her sin. You oughtn't to do it. I am sure--I am
certain I am right."

"You go a little too far, Miss Jones," said Miss Peacock. Over her face
there swept a wave of resolution, mixed with pain.

Jessie looked as though someone had struck her. To be called "Miss
Jones," and by that beloved voice!

"You make a mistake in counseling me. I yield to you in a great deal,
but in matters of conduct I am paramount. It is my intention to counsel
Christian Mitford to _tell_, and for that reason I am going to see her
to-night."

"Oh, it will be cruel! I cannot help saying it," continued Miss Jessie,
and she burst into tears.

Miss Peacock laid her hand on the other's shoulder.

"Dear," she said, "I don't wish to be unkind, but is this your school
or mine?"

"Oh, yours, of course. Oh, I mustn't say a word, but I think every
teacher in the place would agree with me."

"Have you talked this matter over with the teachers?"

"No, indeed; not a soul knows at present except myself. Poor Christian!
she often looks so pale and distressed. She is practically an orphan;
her parents are so far off."

"I will deal with her, Jessie; but when a girl has common sense and
also a brave and noble thought, I will not have it crushed because of
any possible tyranny on the part of the schoolgirls. Send Christian to
me now, and believe that I will act for the best."

Miss Jessie went out of the room. She walked very slowly; she felt
thoroughly unhappy. She certainly did not agree with Miss Peacock.
Christian's manner, the expression on her face, her want of appetite,
and her lack of interest in her daily life had been remarked on with
great fear and distress by Miss Jessie. She could not guess at the
truth, however, for she little suspected that Susan Marsh knew poor
Christian's story.

Christian was sitting by herself in the boudoir belonging to the fourth
class. She was sitting by a table, a book open before her. Whether she
was reading it or not Miss Jessie could not guess. But when she said,
"Christian, you are wanted," the young girl jumped up, and then Miss
Jessie saw, with a start, that the story-book was upside down.

Christian must indeed be in trouble.

"Oh, my darling!" said Miss Jessie.

Before the girl could prevent her, she ran up to Christian, flung her
arms round her neck, and kissed her impulsively several times.

"Christian, I am with you in everything. Be brave, dear; keep up your
courage."

"What does this mean?" said Christian. "Has anything happened? Oh, Miss
Jessie, you are good to me."

"I try to be, darling, for I love you. The fact is--don't be
frightened, but Miss Peacock wants you. You are to go to her at once, I
hope and trust this may---- I mustn't--I daren't say any more."

"I am very glad that I can see Miss Peacock," said Christian.

Her tone was bright. She did not wait to say another word to Miss
Jessie, but left the room.

Christian's tap at Miss Peacock's door was answered immediately by that
good lady.

"Come in," she said; and when she saw the young girl, and noticed her
pale face, she said in a particularly kind tone:

"Come here, Christian dear. You and I must have a cozy chat. I like to
know all I possibly can of my pupils. Sit in that easy-chair. Is it too
near the fire? Well, here is a screen. Now I will take this chair, and
we shall enjoy ourselves."

Christian smiled. "Your room reminds me of mother's boudoir at home."

"Ah! I should like to know about your mother. You love her very, very
much?"

"I feel being parted from her," said Christian somewhat evasively.

"And your father? What sort of man is he?"

"I think he is very noble," answered Christian; and now her eyes
brightened and the color came into her cheeks.

"I rather guessed he must be, Christian. I felt certain that your
people must be of the very best. Your father ought to have the highest
morals, for he has inherited them. You have a wonderful likeness to
your grandmother. Whenever I see you I seem to be back in the old days
when I loved her so truly."

Christian gave a restless sigh.

"I shall never be like my grandmother," she said after a pause.

"But why so, dear? Why shouldn't you be just as great and noble?
Believe me, Christian," continued Miss Peacock, "these days are the
grandest days women ever lived in. The woman of to-day can be anything;
she can dare anything. She has splendid opportunities; all doors to the
highest and best work are flung open to her. Riches need not retard
her, nor poverty. The girl of the present day ought to be educated
right nobly in order to meet that grand future."

"I do not care for the girls of the present day," said Christian.

"But do you know many of them?"

"I know some of the girls here."

Miss Peacock looked very attentively at her young pupil; then she
stretched out her hand and rang the bell. A servant appeared.

"Bring tea, Agnes--tea for two--and those special cakes that I like."

The maid withdrew, and returned in a few minutes to lay on the little
table a lovely silver tea-equipage and the most charming, dainty
china Christian had ever seen. By and by the tea itself appeared.
Miss Peacock poured out a cup for her pupil and another for herself.
Christian ate the cakes and drank the hot, fragrant tea, and, it must
be owned, felt comforted.

"You like coming to tea with me, do you not dear?"

"Oh, very, very much!"

"I think you and I could be good friends, Christian."

"If I knew I was worthy we could be good friends--at least I could love
you," said Christian.

Her eyes brightened perceptibly and the color deepened in her cheeks.

"Well, now, my dear," said Miss Peacock, "I want you and I to be
friends. There are some girls here who seem to be specially in touch
with me. There are others, again, most excellent girls--splendid,
brave, devoted to their work and their duties--with whom I have nothing
in common. That is always the way in life: certain characters appeal to
us; others, again, fail to do so. You and I are beyond doubt in touch."

"Oh, thank you!" said Christian in a fervent voice.

"I take an immense interest in your career, Christian. You seem to me,
after a fashion, to be left to me as a sort of legacy. I should like
you to confide in me; I see plainly that you are unhappy."

Christian bent her head.

"Will you tell me all about it?"

The bent head was slightly shaken.

"You cannot?"

"I cannot."

"_Noblesse oblige_ forbids?"

"Yes, yes; perhaps so. Anyhow, I cannot tell you. Don't notice me,
please, Miss Peacock. Let me be happy during my short time with you."

"I want you to be happy, and in the best possible way, by removing the
cause of your trouble; for I can see, and so can Jessie--and so, I
fancy, can many of your companions--that you are not happy, Christian.
I am about to write to your father, and I should like to be able to
tell him with truth that his dear daughter feels at home with me, and
is preparing for that noble womanhood which he has set his heart on her
possessing."

The expression of Christian's face changed; the softness went out of
it. She kept staring straight before her.

"We agreed, did we not, Christian," said Miss Peacock, "not to say
anything with regard to the special trouble which took place before you
came to Penwerne Manor?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Before you came, I must own that I was as much distressed at the
thought of the other girls knowing as at the grave misdemeanor itself.
I resolved not to tell the girls. To my astonishment, you, Christian,
begged of me to allow you to tell all the school exactly what had
happened. Neither Jessie nor I approved of the plan, knowing, as we do,
what schoolgirls are--how they love to tease, to torment and worry,
sometimes even to bully. I can scarcely think that any girl in my
school would willfully bully another, but of course I am not sure."

Miss Peacock looked hard at Christian as she spoke; but Christian's
face, now absolutely pale, revealed nothing.

"The final arrangement was that you were to tell, if you still wished
it, at the end of a month. The month has expired; you are now at
liberty to stand with me before the entire school and tell your story.
And when your story is finished, I am at liberty to tell the school why
I counseled you to keep it a secret, and how much I admire your bravery
in revealing it. Thus I stand between you and the school as a shield. I
put the school on its honor not to worry you, not to reproach you, not
to bring up the past. That is the present position. Are you still of
the same mind, Christian? Do you wish to take the bull by the horns--to
once and for all explain to the school what you have done? Would not
this, after all, be the best way out of your troubles? To each noble
heart in the school your conduct must appeal, and each girl worth
anything must love you all the better for your courage."

When Miss Peacock had finished speaking, Christian rose and stood
before her mistress, and said in a low voice:

"And you now counsel me to tell?"

Miss Peacock looked at her thoughtfully.

"I do," she said. "Yes, on the whole, I emphatically do."

Christian did not speak at all for a minute; then she said:

"When do you wish me to tell?"

"Ah, my dear, you do not take a right tone," said her governess. "This
is not a question of _when_; it is a question of _your own desire_. Is
it your own desire?"

"I will be--guided by you."

"But is it your desire?"

"It is not my desire any longer."

"Then, Christian, something has happened."

Christian was silent.

"You would rather keep this thing to yourself?"

"Yes."

"But why this change in your views?"

"I was brave--yes, I think I was; now I am afraid."

"Afraid! You have not the face of a coward."

"I am afraid," continued Christian.

"You would rather the thing was unknown, buried, forgotten?"

"You told the school that I was unavoidably detained: let them continue
to believe this."

"But you are not happy."

"Cowards are never happy. May I say good-night now, Miss Peacock?"

Miss Peacock drew the young girl towards her.

"What am I to do with you, Christian? You make me unhappy by your
present attitude. Is it possible that you will not confide in me? What
can I do to make you give me your confidence?"

"I can never give you my confidence. The only thing you can do--the
only really kind thing--is to let me alone. I am not a good girl any
longer, and I am a coward; and I will not tell, for it isn't in me to
do anything brave or noble."

"Then you are very unlike your grandmother."

"I am sorry for poor--father. Miss Peacock, I daren't stay another
minute."

Christian struggled to get away, but Miss Peacock drew her still closer.

"Some day," she said, "you may feel like telling me. When that day
comes I will give you my careful attention--my undivided attention--and
my most lenient judgment. Do you understand?"

"Yes; you are good."

"If your trouble becomes unbearable you will know, therefore, whom to
appeal to."

"Oh, you are very good!"

"I see you will say no more now. Well, good-night, dear; I can at least
pray for you."

Christian left the room.




CHAPTER XIX

DAWSON'S BILL


Star was pacing up and down in one of the corridors when Christian went
past. Star called out when she saw her:

"Christian, are you using your Greek history to-night?"

"No."

"Will you lend it to me? I can't find my own copy."

"Oh, yes, with pleasure, Star. Shall I fetch it for you?"

"No; just tell me where it is and I'll get it."

"In the bookcase in front of my desk. I put it there this afternoon. It
is on the third shelf."

"Thanks awfully," said Star. "What are you doing with yourself?"

"I am going to Susan; she asked me to have cocoa with her to-night."

It was one of the privileges of Penwerne Manor that the girls who slept
in the White Corridor could entertain their friends now and then to
cocoa. This was really anticipating their Girton or Newnham days; but
for girls who were in their teens Miss Peacock was of the opinion that
such privileges were good instead of harmful.

Christian ran on, therefore, in the direction of Susan's room. Star
turned to Angela Goring, who happened to be walking with her when they
met Christian.

"How queer she looked!" said Star.

"Do you know," replied Angela, "I am quite certain that something
extraordinary is going to happen at the next meeting of the
Penwernians. I can't quite make out what it is. I suspected it for some
time, but when I found Susan slipping in at the back-door with a great
brown-paper parcel in her hand I thought it was time to interfere.

"'Have you been shopping?' I said. 'You know we are not allowed to shop
by ourselves.'

"'Old Betty, the cake-woman, gave me this,' said Susan.

"I dare say she did. It was a very big parcel. Of course it found its
way to the front attic. I often wonder if we do ourselves any good by
belonging to the Penwernians."

"Yes, we do. Don't be so goody-goody, Angela," cried Star. "I wouldn't
do anything dishonorable, or what our darling Miss Peacock didn't
approve of, for the whole world; but there's no harm in having a bit of
a lark once a fortnight or so. Of course, I wouldn't regularly break
the rules; but where Miss Jessie doesn't interfere, I must confess I
feel my own conscience quite light. Now come along; I want to work up
a little piece of Greek history. I don't half know the particulars of
that famous trial of Socrates, and Professor French does so pounce on
you when you happen to make a mistake."

The girls entered the classroom where the fourth class had their
lessons. Star approached Christian's bookshelf, took down Grote's
_History of Greece_, and getting into a comfortable corner, opened it
lazily. Angela approached her own desk, turned on the electric light
and prepared to get her French exercise into as perfect order as she
could.

Presently a cry from Star smote on her ears.

"Why, do look!" she said.

"What?" asked Angela.

"Oh! come here, Angela; this is too funny. See what I found in
Christian's book."

As Star spoke she held up a sheet of paper. On it was written a whole
list of eatables, which Star proceeded to read aloud:

"Twelve plum-tarts, twelve apricot-tarts, twelve cheese-cakes,
two dozen sponge-cakes, four dozen sponge-fingers, one plum-cake,
twenty-four bottles of ginger-beer, two pounds of mixed sweets."

These different items, jotted down one below the other, had their
prices put against them, and the grand total amounted to nine and
sixpence. There was a scrawled "Paid" put below the little account, and
Star, peering down at it with her bright eyes, saw the stamp belonging
to a well-known grocer in the town.

"How strange," she said. "Christian buying a whole lot of things for
herself at Dawson's? Certainly neither Miss Peacock nor Jessie knows
anything of this. What can it mean?"

"Oh, I know very well what it means," said Angela. "You rather crushed
me just now when I spoke, but I am certain there are going to be
high-jinks at the next meeting of the Penwernians. I am also sure there
will be an open act of disobedience. This seems to confirm it."

"But think of Christian being mixed up with it," said Star. "Why,
it's scandalous. Christian, of all people, buying a lot of food and
smuggling it in. We always have been allowed to get a few sweets or
chocolates when we pleased, but it was also an understood matter
that we were never to have regular feasts in the house. And one of
our best-understood rules is this: we are not to buy things from the
tradespeople. Nine-and-sixpence worth. Dear me! Christian must be
running through her money very fast."

"She had two pounds when she first came," said Angela. "I know it, for
she mentioned it; but when I asked her on Saturday last if she would
lend me sixpence until my pocket-money was paid, she got that dreadful
bright crimson all over her face, and then said, 'I am ever so sorry,
but I haven't got it.'"

"What nonsense!" said Star. "It strikes me it is our duty is to look
into this. Of course, Susan is at the bottom of it. But what a weak
girl Christian must be! I am terribly disappointed in her."

"What are you going to do with that account?" asked Angela.

"Put it into my pocket and confront her with it," said Star. "She won't
escape me. I shall know the truth before I am twenty-four hours older."

Angela said nothing further. She went back to her interrupted work; and
Star, folding the little account into small compass, slipped it into
her purse, and then resumed her study of the trial of Socrates.

The girls said nothing more with regard to this discovery; but the next
day, as they were busy over their customary studies, Star from time
to time watched Christian. Whatever Christian's faults might be, she
was certainly a splendid student. She always mastered her lessons in
that intelligent way which so delights all teachers. Her object was
progress--progress at any cost. When such is the case a girl becomes
delightful to teach, and those who have charge of her education give
her every advantage.

Christian was already, in the opinion of some of the girls, made too
much of by her teachers and by the professors.

She worked hard now, and when the time came for the history and
literature lessons she acquitted herself with her customary brilliance.
The literature lesson that day was particularly interesting. It
related to the trial of Socrates. It was the custom of the professor
to get one girl to give a description of the lesson. To-day it was
Christian's turn. Wildly enthusiastic over the greatness of the theme,
she acquitted herself so magnificently that she even won the unwilling
praise of Star herself. Star could never feel enthusiastic about those
who were dead and gone; but Christian, as she spoke, was living back
again in the ancient times. She was with the marvelous old philosopher
in the market-place at Athens: she was one of those Athenian youths who
crowded around him to listen to his teaching. It seemed to her that
she saw the great Socrates as she spoke. There he was, harsh, ugly,
forbidding, as far as exterior went; but, oh! the magical power of his
voice, the thrilling sympathy in his words, the tenderness with which
he addressed those who listened to him. It seemed to Christian Mitford
that morning that she lived in that far-gone time. Her voice broke as
she related the end of the famous trial--the reply of Socrates when he
was asked what change he would wish in the sentence of death--the scorn
of his words, the indignation of his judges. Finally she told of the
moment when he drank the cup of hemlock and sank away into the arms of
death, one of the greatest men that ever lived.

"Thank you," said Professor French. His eyes were shining as he
listened to Christian's words.

Now she returned to her seat. Her eyes shone. Star, as she watched her,
could not but admire; but she also pitied.

Christian was just about to put her Greek history-book in its place on
the shelf when something arrested her attention. She opened the book
quickly, turned page after page, and finally shook it, as though by
that means she might find what she sought. Star drew close to her.

"Have you lost anything?" she asked.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter."

"Professor Munro, young ladies," called the voice of an English
teacher, and another professor entered the room.

A new lesson proceeded, and again Christian scored.

Between eleven and twelve came the welcome hour of recess, and it was
then that Star went up to her classmate.

"Aren't you very proud of yourself?" she asked.

"I?" answered Christian. "Certainly not."

"Then you ought to be. I never cared for poor old Socrates before. I
thought it so tiresome that a man who lived so far back should still be
able to worry the girls of the twentieth century. I didn't think it at
all necessary to learn about him."

Christian made no reply.

"But you have made him live. Oh, how you spoke, and how your eyes
shone!"

"I was interested," said Christian briefly.

Her tone annoyed Star, who began to speak less kindly.

"I wonder," she said, "if what you couldn't find when the Greek history
lesson was over has got, in some strange manner, into my possession.
You looked for something?"

"Yes; I put a mark in the place, and the mark was gone."

"A piece of paper?"

"Yes."

"Had it any writing on it?"

"Some items. Do you think it could be found?"

Star took out her purse, opened it, and held up the paper a few feet
from Christian.

"Twelve plum-tarts," she began, "twelve apricot-tarts, twelve
cheese-cakes----"

"Oh, don't go on! That paper is mine," said Christian. She turned very
red. "Give it to me," she continued; "I want it."

"Of course you want it," replied Star; "but if you have no objection, I
think I will just keep it."

"But why should you, Star? It's mine; please, give it to me."
Christian's voice became full of distress.

"I am ever so sorry, dear, but really I don't think I can, I want it.
I won't show it to anyone, of course, but I want to keep it, just as a
little piece of evidence. Christian, do you know what you are doing?"

"I know quite well."

"Don't you realize that you are disobeying one of the most severe rules
of the school?"

"Yes, I know."

"Did you buy those things at Dawson's?"

"You have no right to question me."

"But did you?"

"Yes."

"Out of your own money?"

"Certainly."

"You knew you were disobeying?"

"I did."

"What does this mean, Christian?"

"I can't tell you. Think of me as you please. If you show what you
found when I kindly lent you my history book, you will be the meanest
girl on earth."

"I am certainly not that; but you had better beware, for if you suppose
that Susan's ways, and Mary Hillary's ways, and Maud Thompson's
ways, and--oh, that I should have to say it!--your ways are going to
be tolerated by the better class of girls in this school, you are
mistaken. It is within your power to give a very serious warning to
Susan; for we girls who like our fun, and yet are not really disobeying
the mistresses, are in the preponderance, whatever you may think."




CHAPTER XX

NOBLESSE OBLIGE


The elder girls of the school retired to their rooms at half-past nine.
They were all expected to be in bed by ten, when Jessie went round,
just opening the door of each room, peeping in, saying, "Good-night,
dear," and shutting it again.

On the night that Star had shown Christian Dawson's bill, Christian
went to her room as usual. The luxuries of the first days of her
residence at Penwerne Manor were quite at an end. The girl stood for
a minute by a window that was partly open. From there she caught a
glimpse of the rolling waves of the great Atlantic as they burst in
magnificent spray upon the shore. She saw the outlines of the great
rocks, and farther out the solitary spark of the bell-light at sea
attracted her attention. The moon was coming up in the heavens; the sky
was cloudless. Christian was very susceptible to the power of Nature.
Nature had ever a keen and telling voice for her. Now no smile passed
over her face, no look of pleasure. She dropped the curtain and turned
aside.

"I am glad the sky is clear; it makes it a little less terrible," she
said to herself; and then, without undressing, she lay down between the
sheets and covered herself well up.

By and by Jessie's feet coming along the corridor were distinctly
heard. She opened door after door, and her cheerful "Good-night,
dear," or "Sleep well, my love," sounded like the note of a watchman.
Christian's door was open wide; Jessie advanced a foot or two into the
room.

"Are you in bed, Christian?"

"Yes."

"Are you comfortable, darling?"

"Yes, thank you, Jessie."

"Then good-night, dear; sleep well."

"Thank you, Jessie; good-night."

The door was shut, and Miss Jessie trotted downstairs. She called the
girls of the White Corridor her own special babies, and of them all she
loved Christian the best. She could not tell exactly why, but the young
girl had found a place in her heart from the very first.

Christian lay quiet for the best part of half an hour; then she rose
very softly, and taking up a somewhat heavy basket which she had placed
under the bed, crept step by step towards the door. She had managed
in the daytime to oil the lock, and it now opened without the least
sound. When she got into the corridor the moonlight filled the place
with a white radiance; and standing there, as though waiting for her,
were Susan Marsh, Maud Thompson, and Janet Bouverie. Susan gave her a
nod of approval, and going on in front, approached the stairs which
led to the front attic. They all went up in single file, sometimes,
notwithstanding every effort, stepping on a creaking board. They
reached the door of the attic. Susan took a key out of her pocket,
unlocked it, and they entered.

Susan then made certain preparations. She lit three or four candles,
not by any means making the illumination which had taken place on the
night of Christian's initiation. She drew forward a chair for herself,
and an old wooden box turned upside down and one or two stools for her
companions.

"Now, Christian," she said briskly, "the contents of the basket,
please."

Christian held out the basket without a word.

"Oh, my dear child," said Susan, "how glum you are!--not at all the
cheerful sort of companion we want. You have invited us here to a
feast----"

"No, I haven't," said Christian, finding her voice.

"You haven't! What an absolutely extraordinary girl, when you bought
all those nice things in the basket with your own money! Here we are,
prepared to be ever so sweet to you, and ever so grateful, and to
demolish at least part of them. Maud, what do you say to a girl who
brings up a basketful of tuck and then says she _hasn't_ brought it up?
It's a contradiction in terms, isn't it, Maud?"

"Very much so; but why should we quarrel with mere words?" said Maud.
"The thing is that Christian has arrived on the scene with a very
delicious feast, and we are all dying to set our teeth in some of those
cakes. Oh, don't they smell good!"

"You can open the basket," said Christian, "and eat as many as ever you
like, Maud; and so can you, Susan; and so can you, Janet."

"Come," said Susan, "do get out of your sulks, Christian. Well, if you
won't, we shall enjoy our feast, however unwillingly it is given to us.
Now then, for goodness' sake, new Penwernian, arrange the goodies on
this table and let us fall to."

Christian immediately went on her knees and took the paper packets from
the basket. Opening these, she displayed some cheese-cakes, tarts, and
other good things. A number of ginger-beer bottles were next brought
forward, and Susan, who complained of a furious thirst, suggested that
they should regale themselves with one apiece. A small tin can was
therefore filled, and the girls drank in turns. They declared that
they were famished, and thought Christian's feast nectar and ambrosia.

"Isn't it wonderful how nice it is to be naughty?" said Susan. "Don't
you think so?"

"Scrumptious!" cried Maud.

"For instance," continued Susan, "don't we all go nearly mad with
delight over this stolen supper, and yet our bread and cheese and cocoa
were scarcely touched an hour and a half ago downstairs?"

"I wasn't hungry then," said Christian, "and I'm not hungry now."

"Oh, you are a kill-joy!" exclaimed Susan. "I only wish it had fallen
to the lot of some other girl to be blessed with a little money, and we
would have sent you to Coventry long ago."

"If you'd only let me alone you might have all my money," said
Christian suddenly.

"Hush, hush!" exclaimed Maud. "You do talk nonsense, Christian. And,
Susan, I must say you worry the poor child a good bit. Now then, let
us put away the rest of the delicious food. We shall have enough here
for to-morrow night, and many nights after. That's a good thing, for we
shall have to come up to the attic pretty often to arrange about our
great feast."

"Which takes place exactly this day week," said Susan. "Well,
Christian, we are very much obliged to you, and you have a vote of
thanks from the entire party. We shall expect a little further money
just before the great feast, but we are collecting for it, and our
funds are pretty considerable. When I think of it," continued Susan, "I
feel so excited that I can scarcely sit quiet."

"There is something I want to say," exclaimed Christian at this
juncture. "You know the things you made me buy----"

"Made you buy!" cried Susan.

"That you made me buy--that you insisted on my buying," continued
Christian firmly. "Well, I went to Dawson's in the High Street and got
the things, and brought them home myself in a big basket. I won't say
anything about what I felt when I slipped out in the dark. I paid for
them, of course, and Dawson gave me the bill. I didn't think very much
about it, and when I was studying my Greek history yesterday I slipped
it into the book as a mark."

"You did what?" cried Susan.

"I put the bill into the book without thinking. Well, last night Star
asked for the loan of my History of Greece. I told her she could take
it, and she found the bill, and she showed it to me to-day. She said,
too, that we had better not do what we intended to do, for if we did
she would tell. She said that I had done a most dishonorable thing when
I bought those things in a shop in the town. She is very angry, and she
thinks that you had better know that she is angry. That is really why I
am here to-night; otherwise you might have got your basket up the attic
stairs without any help from me."

Christian dropped down on an upturned box as she uttered the last
words. She folded her hands in her lap and gazed straight before her.
The other three girls were silent for nearly a minute; then Janet
Bouverie took one of Christian's hands and said:

"What a miserable-looking little thing you are!"

"I am very unhappy," said Christian.

"Oh, don't listen to her now," said Susan. "Really her folly passes
belief. The idea of putting that tell-tale bill into a common
school-book! I never heard of anything so idiotic in the whole course
of my life. Where is it now, Christian? Give it to me this minute."

"I haven't got it," said Christian. "Star wouldn't give it to me."

"You mean to tell me that Star has it--Star Lestrange?"

"Yes, I do."

"And she means to keep it, darling," suddenly cried a high, clear,
voice, which as usual seemed to fall from the skies.

The next instant the gay, bright face of Star herself shone on the
assembled and frightened girls.

"I have come to stay during the remainder of this meeting," said Star
in a particularly bright and confident voice. "I am on the committee;
you remember that fact, don't you, Susan? Will no one offer me a chair?"

Christian sprang forward and brought another box forward.

"How convenient!" said Star.

She dropped on it, crossed her pretty feet, folded her arms, and looked
around her.

"Would you like a cheese-cake, dear?" said Susan, speaking in her
usually insolent and bold voice.

She had got over her momentary terror at the sight of Star, and was now
rather glad than otherwise at her appearing on the scene.

Now, Star was hungry, and she had naturally a passion for such things
as cheese-cakes, queen-cakes, and sweetmeats generally, but she replied
in a cold and yet apparently amiable voice:

"Not at present, thank you, Susan, dear. We had better finish our
business, had we not? It must be a somewhat important affair to cause
you all to meet here between ten and eleven o'clock on a night which is
not a general meeting night of the Penwernians."

"We had a good deal to decide," said Susan. "We have to prepare for
our next big party; it takes place next week. Have you forgotten, Star?"

"Oh, no," replied Star; "on the contrary, I remember very accurately.
When one can only indulge in a good feed of the most unwholesome things
in Christendom once a month, is one likely to forget? Nevertheless,
Susan, it is strange of you not to have told me; I am a member of the
committee."

"I am very sorry," replied Susan. "But really, Star, you are so
changeable: at one time the most delightful, pleasant, satisfactory
creature on earth, and at other times quite the reverse. We only too
eagerly wanted you, dear; of course we did."

Susan held out a fat ungainly hand and tried to take the soft little
white palm of Star between her own; but Star resolutely put her hands
behind her back.

"I am only here on sufferance," she said; "therefore, I presume I can
approve or disapprove. Continue your meeting, ladies; don't, pray,
think anything about me. I have forced myself on your society."

"And we are very glad to have you," said Maud. "Aren't we, Christian?"

But Christian said nothing. Star looked at her, and her very bright
eyes suddenly softened.

"Come here, Christian," she said, "and stand next to me. Perhaps, after
all, though I scarcely thought so this afternoon, you and I are nearer
akin than I had any idea of."

"By the way," said Susan, "I don't quite understand you, Star. You are
on the committee; you are a Penwernian, and you must clearly understand
that if three of the committee assemble at any time, it is what is
called a quorum, and we are permitted to act for the good of the rest.
We are here now arranging for our next delightful reunion in this
attic. We propose that there should be an extra scene of magnificence
on that occasion. For instance, we shall wear our fancy dresses."

Star's eyes now became brighter than ever, and her little feet ceased
to cross themselves, but were put down firmly on the old deal floor of
the attic.

"We shall wear our fancy dresses and disport ourselves in the most
delightful fashion in the world," said Susan. "Christian's dress is not
yet made, but that can be arranged. Now, however, to the case in point.
You know that although our kind teacher, Miss Peacock, does not say she
_approves_ of our meetings, yet she practically gives her consent to
our having them; otherwise she surely would not allow Jessie to blink
at the fact and let us all assemble here without taking any notice. But
there is always the danger of being too confident, and it certainly was
a very mad thing of Christian Mitford to do to leave a bill from a shop
in town in her history-book. We should get into terrible trouble if
that were discovered. I hear, Star, that you possess the bill. Perhaps
you have it now on your person. If so, will you kindly tear it up in
our presence?"

"Yes, I have it on my person," said Star. She sprang to her feet as she
spoke. "And, girls," she continued, "I do not mean to tear it up; I
mean to keep it. What I shall do with it eventually I am not prepared
to disclose to-night; but I shall keep it, Susan and Maud and Janet,
as a reminder to you that I have you in my power, and that if you do
anything again really to break the acknowledged rules of the school,
I shall disclose the story of this bill to Miss Peacock. I don't want
to make serious mischief, but _noblesse oblige_ does form part of my
internal arrangements. I may do a wild thing and a silly thing, but I
will not do a mean thing. You know the fixed rules of the school with
regard to buying things in the shops. Why did you send Christian to
Dawson's? Why did you force her to spend her money? You did it, Susan;
I want to know the reason."

"And I," said Susan, "will not tell you."

"All right. I give you twenty-four hours from now. If you do not tell
me all about the hold you have on Christian Mitford within twenty-four
hours, I shall go to Miss Peacock and show her this bill."

"And get Christian and the rest of us into the most dreadful trouble,"
said Maud. "You can't possibly mean it, Star."

"Yes, but I do mean it; and I think you all know me. When I have made
up my mind, it is made up."

"You will be a tell-tale and a turn-coat. You will be hated in the
school," said Susan.

"Perhaps so," replied Star; "but I shall do it all the same. Christian,
come downstairs and go to bed this minute. Oh! I am tired of underhand
ways. I believe I shall cease to be a Penwernian. As to the rest of
you, you can please yourselves, but Christian comes down with me.
And, Susan, remember--I mean everything that I say. At seven o'clock
to-morrow evening I shall be in the bowling-alley. You can come and
walk with me there or not, just as you please. If you come, well and
good. You can tell your story, and I will decide after hearing it how
to act. If you don't come I shall show the bill to Miss Peacock. _Au
revoir_, ladies. Come, Christian."




CHAPTER XXI

STAR'S PURSE


When Star ceased speaking she took out her purse, opened it, and
produced the bill. It was folded into very minute compass, but it was
there, thin and aggravating, with its items quite perceptible even in
the somewhat dim light of the attic.

As she turned to go she put the bill back into her purse, and slipped
the purse into her pocket; then she left the room. Christian followed
her, feeling very much as though she were beaten all over. When they
arrived in the corridor which led to the white rooms, Star turned and
spoke.

"I believe," she said--and there was a kind tone in her voice--"that I
have misunderstood you. I shall know better to-morrow night. You made
a vast mistake in confiding your secret, whatever it may happen to be,
to those girls. You should have told me. I am not immaculate, and I
can understand even if a girl has got into a little scrape. Don't cry,
Christian; I won't be hard on you--I promise that--only don't take up
with that lot; they are, I assure you, beneath you. If I were a girl
like you, and had a father such as I hear yours is, to say nothing of
your pretty mother--for I have heard of her too--I wouldn't touch that
sort of girl; I'd let her go by; I'd say to myself, 'She's not for
me; she's not the sort I want to know.' Now go to bed and to sleep.
Good-night."

Christian said nothing; she felt absolutely tongue-tied. She entered
her little room. It was late--very late; the whole school was supposed
to be sunk in slumber. She did not even dare to light her candle. She
slipped off her clothes and got into bed. A chink of light from the
moon came through the curtain of the window. The light lay in two very
bright bars on the bed, and as the solitary moon went on her majestic
way the bars of light moved, until presently they reached the young
girl's shoulder, and then her ear, and then fell across her face. She
gave a smothered cry, for once in her home she had read about a woman
who was supposed to go mad when the moonlight covered her. Christian
felt almost mad that night. She could not sleep; she lay and tossed
from side to side until the morning.

The next day happened to be very wet; the sky was covered with a heavy
curtain of cloud. There was a sea-fog, too, so that even the beautiful,
fresh, sparkling Atlantic could not be seen. But the muffled roar of
the waves broke on the stillness; otherwise there was no sound.

As Christian dressed she noticed people, looking large and indistinct
in the fog, coming to the house and leaving it. Life at Penwerne Manor
would go on just the same whether the outside world was foggy or full
of sunshine, and whether young girls were happy or miserable. The
school was a strict one, and the hours were rigorously employed; the
rules were insisted on no matter whether Christian had a headache or
not. Nothing short of absolute illness could excuse lessons not being
performed.

She rose and went downstairs, feeling as though the weight of centuries
were resting on her shoulders. She entered the long preparation-hall
where the girls usually assembled when they first went downstairs.
There she stood disconsolately near the door. Presently Star, looking
bright and breezy and independent, passed her. She went up to Angela
Goring, and standing near her, took her hand with an affectionate
squeeze. Susan Marsh had not put in appearance.

Presently a teacher entered, looking sleepy and somewhat depressed. She
went through the roll-call. Susan Marsh came in at the last moment,
just in time to save herself from a bad mark.

The girls then went into the wide, pleasant-looking refectory, where
a wholesome breakfast was provided for them. After breakfast came
prayers, and then the usual lessons of the day.

Christian felt all the time as though she were living in a dream. So
occupied was her mind, and so absolutely miserable and bewildered did
she feel, that for the first time since her appearance in the school
she disappointed her teachers. There was a special professor who always
came on Wednesdays to give the girls recitation and reading lessons. He
was a very irascible person, and could not stand any inattention on the
part of his pupils. To find a girl like Christian, so intelligent, so
full of soul and true appreciation, was like honey and ambrosia to the
poor professor. To hear her read, with her pure Saxon accent and her
perfect pronunciation, soothed him, he was fond of saying, as though it
were the sweetest music.

He desired her to stand up now and read one of the most celebrated and
magnificent passages from Milton's Paradise Lost. She had left off at
a certain stanza at the previous lesson, and he desired her to proceed
from the line she had last read. Christian took her accustomed place.

Now, it so happened that Miss Peacock herself came into the classroom
on this occasion. Mr. Penrose had described to Miss Peacock how
splendidly Christian Mitford read, how in all respects she was unlike
the ordinary schoolgirl of her age. He was so enthusiastic about her
that Miss Peacock decided to hear the young girl herself.

"You must not spoil her by too much praise," she had said to the
professor. "I am much interested in Christian Mitford, and will do all
in my power for her, but I have to think of more than just the making
of a brilliant elocutionist."

"But she will be far better than that," said the professor. "I am
convinced she has a beautiful soul. The girl is a sort of genius,
although all is more or less in embryo at present."

Now, just as Christian stood up with the open book in her hand and most
eyes were fixed on her, the door opened at the farther end of the room
and Miss Peacock came slowly forward. Star, who was in the same class,
raised her bright eyes and fixed them first on Miss Peacock and then on
Christian.

Christian had been looking pale--pale as death--but now a warm wave
of color passed over her young cheeks and mounted to her smooth brow.
She looked up at Miss Peacock, and even that lady, accustomed as she
was to all phases of girl character, was startled at the anguish in
Christian's gaze.

"Begin, Miss Mitford," said the professor--"begin." He stamped his foot
with some impatience. He murmured a word or two of the opening lines,
and Christian read.

But where was the enthusiasm, where the go, the fire, the pathos,
of her delivery a week ago? Her voice shook with emotion then; she
forgot herself in the grandeur of the scene. Now she thought only of
herself--or rather she thought only of that awful hour to-night when
all would be known, and she would be disgraced and made miserable
forever.

The book suddenly dropped from her hand; she burst into tears.

"I'm not well; I can't do it," she said.

By this frank admission she saved herself from censure. The professor
muttered an apology, looked at Miss Peacock as much as to say, "Don't
judge her by this ignominious failure," and went on with the lesson.

Star Lestrange was then asked to read the page aloud, and she did so
with as much fire and interest as she was capable of.

Christian resumed her seat in the class, and buried her head in her
hands. When the professor's hour was over Miss Peacock went up to her
and asked if she would like to rest in the library.

"You are not fit for lessons," she said; "you have a bad headache. What
can be the matter?"

"My head does ache, but I am quite well. I did not sleep last night;
that is the reason. There is really nothing the matter. I would rather
go on with my lessons please."

"You are not fit for them, dear. Obey me. There is perfect quiet in the
library at present; go there and sleep. If you go, I promise that you
shall not be disturbed until dinner-time."

Christian went away at once. The library was a very pleasant apartment,
given over partly to the use of the elder girls and partly to the
teachers. Christian entered it, sought a chair by the fire, and lay
back in it, soothed for the time being by the stillness and the sleepy
crackle of the flames. She was just dozing off into real sleep when a
girl entered and said:

"Do you know where Star Lestrange is?"

"No," said Christian, "I don't. What is it, Alice?"

"How bad you look, Christian! What is the matter?"

"What do you want Star for?" repeated Christian.

"I wanted to give her her purse. She sent me upstairs to fetch it. She
wanted it in a great hurry for some reason or other. Oh, dear! I have
to go into Tregellick at once with my music-mistress. What is to be
done?"

"Give it to me," said Christian; "I'll see that she gets it."

"Thank you so much!" said Alice. "Give it to her as soon as you see
her, please; she wanted it at once."

"Yes," replied Christian.

Alice dropped the purse into Christian's lap and ran out of the
library. She was a merry, lively girl, and did not give another thought
to the purse. Christian let it lie in her lap and also forgot it; all
her thoughts were centered round the evening, and round what would
happen then. What was to be done? How could she live through her life
in the school when all was known?

"I could run away again," she thought. "Oh, what a mistake I made to
run away the last time! What an awful, awful thing it is for any girl
to do the sort of wrong I did then! I should be so happy but for that.
I should never take the slightest notice of a girl like Susan Marsh;
and I should be very fond of Star, and Angela, and Lucy, and Louisa,
and even of Jane. Jane is quite a good sort of girl. They are all of
them nice--all except Susan, and perhaps Maud Thompson. Oh, what is to
be done?"

She writhed in her misery, but once again the absolute stillness
soothed her, and she was dozing off to sleep when she heard a door open
at the far end of the room. A girl's voice said "Hush!" and then there
was silence. Christian turned her head.

"Is there anybody there?" she called out; but there was no answer,
only she fancied that she heard a rustle.

She was half-disposed to rise and go down the long room to find
out who was hiding; but after all, she thought, it did not matter.
She was yielding more and more each moment to the influence of her
comfortable seat, the pleasant fire, and the feeling of warmth and
rest. Her troubles did not press her so close; they seemed to go away
from her, to recede in the distance. It seemed to her that she did not
greatly care what happened. She could not help herself. How sleepy she
was! How pleasant the flames looked! When she shut her eyes she saw
pictures. They were pictures of her old life--her mother's boudoir,
and the nest of all nests behind the curtains--the softness of those
pillows on which her head had once rested. Then she was in the attic
with her dreams of past and future glory, her romances, her spells of
idealism. Or she was with her father, and he was telling her about her
grandmother, and what he hoped she herself would be. Then, again, she
was in those awful slums near Paddington, and Mrs. Carter was looking
in at the window. Christian cried out in her sleep:

"Go away! Don't touch me."

She started up as she spoke, and was wide awake again. A girl was
walking down the room. Star's purse still lay in Christian's lap.

"What is it? What are you doing? You frightened me," said Christian.

"Sorry," replied Susan in a nonchalant voice. "I came to look for a
book--the 'Heir of Redclyffe.' Don't you like it? Don't you think it a
beautiful story?"

"I read it a couple of years ago; I forgot it now," replied Christian.

"Are you better for your sleep?"

"Yes, thank you."

Susan opened the door. Christian suddenly seemed to remember something.
She started up, clasped Star's purse in her hand, and ran towards the
open door.

"What are you going to do about--about to-night?" she said.

Susan laughed. "Nothing at all," she said.

Just at that moment Star came in.

"Oh, Christian," she said, "you have got my purse! What a search I have
had for it! I sent Alice up to my room for it."

"She gave it to me," said Christian quite calmly. "She had to hurry out
to her music lesson at Tregellick. She could not find you."

"I was in the bowling-alley. I want it."

Star snatched up her purse and slipped it into her pocket. She then
left the room, and Christian returned to her place by the fire. Her
sleep had wonderfully soothed her.

After all, nothing mattered--that is, nothing mattered much. Seven
o'clock in the bowling-alley seemed a long way off. Her headache was
better--nearly gone; she could endure life once more.




CHAPTER XXII

THE BOWLING-ALLEY


At ten minutes to seven that evening two girls might have been seen
strolling leisurely in the direction of the bowling-alley. The fog had
lifted, and the clouds had rolled by. The evenings were getting long
now, and there was still plenty of daylight.

The girls entered the bowling-alley and paced up and down. Their arms
were entwined; they were talking eagerly. One girl was Susan Marsh, and
the other her special friend Maud Thompson.

"Well," said Maud, "what do you mean to do? Star is quite certain not
to give up the bill. Will you confess to her? Will you throw yourself
on her mercy?"

"Never!" said Susan. "I am not that sort."

Maud's eyes narrowed. She looked frightened.

"It is a very awkward thing," she said after a pause, "and it makes me
downright uncomfortable. Just at present, too, when the Easter holidays
are coming; and then all the prizes which we are to compete for at the
grand break-up in summer. It's horrid to be in hot water, and we are
certain to be if it is known that you sent Christian to Dawson's to buy
those things."

"She won't tell," said Susan. "Don't fret yourself; it's all right, I
assure you."

"You are a wonderful girl, Susan, but you can't make wrong right. As
Star has the bill and nothing will induce her to give it up, I don't
see where we are. It seems to me it would be better to tell her than
for the whole school to know. She could not be too spiteful or too much
of a traitor to her own cause."

"She's a horrid girl and I hate her," said Susan. "She's just the sort
that makes more mischief than anybody else. She's neither bad nor good;
she's lukewarm. And you know what the Bible says about lukewarm people.
I hate her, and I'm not ashamed to say so."

"Of course, I must be guided by you, Susan; but I do trust you not to
get me into a scrape."

"I will do what I can; you have no cause to be the least alarmed," said
Susan. "Ah! here comes Janet. She hasn't half nor quarter your spunk,
Maud, as a rule, but really she looks more calm and collected to-night."

Janet ran up quickly. "The others are coming," she said. "I wonder what
is going to happen. I can't help feeling awfully troubled."

"I think the whole thing most horrible," said Maud.

Susan pinched her arm. Just then Star and Christian appeared. Star was
holding Christian by the arm. The girls walked slowly forward.

"There is no hurry," said Star; "it will soon be over."

"I wish I was dead," said Christian in a moaning voice.

"Oh, don't be silly!" said Star. "You will soon see for yourself what a
jolly time we shall have together. Now then, here they are."

Star walked up to Susan.

"Well, Susan," she said, "the time is up; what do you mean to do?"

Susan gave a slow smile. Her smiles were some of the most aggravating
things about her. She always smiled when others stormed.

"Be quick," said Star; "I am in a hurry. I have got to see Miss Peacock
before eight o'clock."

"But suppose you don't want to see her at all?" suddenly said Maud.

"I hope I may not have to see her, Maud; I would much rather not. Now,
Christian, my dear, good, frightened child, just stand near me, and
don't shake so terribly from head to foot. I can't get the mystery out
of Christian, Susan, so I have come to you. You know her secret. Most
likely it is all nonsense; but anyhow she has confided it to you."

"I did not," suddenly interrupted Christian.

"Then how did you get hold of it, Susan?"

Again Susan smiled, and again she was absolutely silent.

"Oh, bother!" said Star; "we needn't inquire now into the why and
wherefore of your knowledge. All we have got to discover--and to
discover pretty quickly, too--is what your power over Christian
consists of. Why is she afraid of you? Why has she, who is naturally
amiable and good and honorable, deliberately turned round and become
dishonorable and treacherous? I must say it, Christian, for it is the
truth. She is afraid, and I want to get to the bottom of it. You force
her to disobey the rules of the school. Why, a girl could be expelled
for what you made Christian do. You made her break one of the strictest
rules when you ordered her to go out and buy those things for the feast
that ought never to be held."

"I like that!" cried Susan. "It doesn't sound well for you to talk, you
who have enjoyed those tarts and cheese-cakes and jolly things in our
attic."

"It's quite true. I have enjoyed them; but I always made up my mind
that if Miss Peacock spoke to me about it I would tell her frankly. I
know Miss Peacock has an inkling that we enjoy ourselves occasionally
in that fashion. I know also that Jessie is aware of it. But I have
never done anything really underhand. I have never bought tarts and
cheese-cakes outside. When I gave a feast the things were sent to me
from home. Miss Peacock doesn't object to my having hampers from home
twice every term; and as the cakes and sweetmeats are always sent in
tin boxes, they last a long time. But that is not the point. The point
is this: why is Christian Mitford afraid of you--so much afraid of you
that she does wrong because you tell her to? It isn't her wish to do
wrong. It is contrary--altogether contrary--to her nature. Why, too,
should she spend her money? Hitherto, when we gave feasts in our attic,
we subscribed, each of us according to our means. Why should Christian
spend her money on food for the rest of you?"

"You can ask her," said Susan. "She can tell you exactly what she
likes. Speak, Christian; we are all ready to listen. Tell all about
that night--that wonderful night; tell all about Rosy; tell about----"

"Don't!" said Christian in a voice of agony.

"You see for yourself she doesn't want you to know, Star. She would
infinitely prefer your being left in ignorance. Much as you think of
her, honorable as you esteem her, compared to your humble servant, she
has done something which Maud and Janet and I would scorn to do. I
have not told Maud, and I have not told Janet. I have been singularly
merciful to Christian, and she knows it. Now, I wanted a little money
for this special feast, and she was kind enough to offer to lend it to
me. And as to the thing you accuse her of--namely, having got the cakes
and things from Dawson's in the High Street--I ask you what proof you
have?"

"Proof!" cried Star. "How extraordinary you are! I can show it; and I
will, too. This kind of thing must not go on. I won't be a party to
it."

"Very well," replied Susan; "you must please yourself. The bill is the
thing that condemns, is it not?"

"Yes; it proves the truth of my words."

"Where is it? I should like to see it."

"In my purse; you know that. You saw me put it there last night. I have
not touched it since."

"Very well," said Susan; "I think that is all. Now, I have a statement
to make. I refuse to betray poor Christian. She did some very wrong
and shameful things, but I am not going to tell. I am a good friend,
although some people don't think so. Cheer up, Chris. Do your worst,
Star; do your very worst."

There was a mocking tone in Susan's voice, and a look of defiance all
over her. She held herself very erect; her large face was flushed, and
her eyes looked calm as well as daring.

"I wish you luck, Star; I wish you luck," she said.

Star put her hand into her pocket and took out her purse.

"I said I would do it, and I will," she said. "It is horrible beyond
words, but I must do what I said. I shall take it with me and go. I
said I'd go. It is all hateful. I could cry about the whole thing; but
it is the only way to save Christian."

"A nice way of saving her!" said Susan. "You talk about saving her and
you get her into a most terrible row."

"I would rather do that than have her any longer in your power," said
Star.

As she spoke she bent her little head and looked into the purse. Her
curly hair fell forward over her eyes; she pushed it back impatiently.

"It is dark," she said, "but I ought to see it. I don't see it. Where
can it be?"

Susan had partly turned away.

"Where is what?" she asked, and she returned again to her post close to
Star's side.

"Why, the bill--the bill from Dawson's. I put it into this division
last night. Where is it?"

"How can I say?" replied Susan. "I don't keep your purse. I saw you put
it in and have neither seen it nor heard of it since."

Star's face turned very white. She looked full at Christian.

"Do you know, Christian?" she said.

"Certainly not," said Christian. "Alice gave me your purse when I was
sitting in the library by the fire. She threw it into my lap. I had
a headache and fell asleep. It lay in my lap when I slept. I did not
touch it until you came in. Then I gave it to you."

"Oh!" cried Susan, with a laugh, "I don't think that story will hold
water."

She laughed loudly. Then she clutched Maud by the shoulder.

"You see, Maud, we have nothing to fear. Chris, I congratulate you; you
acted with great promptitude and decision. You are one of us now. Oh,
Chris, Chris! to think you were really so knowing as all that."

Christian did not at first understand; but suddenly the knowledge
of Susan's cruel words burst upon her--the knowledge and what that
knowledge meant. A crimson tide mounted to her face.

She turned to say a word to Star, but Star had gone.




CHAPTER XXIII

THE RESOLVE OF THE BODYGUARD


"Why have you sent for us, Star?" said Lucy Norris.

Star was in her own room. It was the prettiest room in the White
Corridor. She had it to herself, her parents paying a little extra to
secure her this privilege. Round the fireplace were arranged two or
three chairs, a little writing-table, and a couple of footstools. Star
had a fire whenever she particularly wished for it. It was blazing
brightly that evening. The electric light made the room as bright as
possible. Star was standing by the fireplace.

"Why have you sent for us?" said Lucy Norris. "Here we all are, but
what is the matter?"

"All" consisted of Lucy Norris herself, Angela Goring, Jane Price,
Philippa Dawson, and Louisa Twining. The two Sixth Form girls appeared
last. Star did not answer. When Philippa entered the room she just
nodded to her to close the door. Star as a rule was the gayest of the
gay; her laugh was the merriest in the whole school. She was about the
most popular girl at Penwerne Manor. She always had a little following
of girls, and although she herself was not yet promoted to the Fifth
Form, she led girls even of the Sixth. Louisa Twining and Philippa
Dawson both looked anxious as they came into the room.

"Here, Louisa," said Star, pointing to what might be considered the
place of honor; "will you seat yourself here? And will you, Philippa,
take the other chair exactly opposite? Now, girls of the Fourth,
establish yourselves where you like. I have something important to
say--something that I must say now or forever after hold my peace."

"This is all very dramatic," said Philippa; "but I really want to know
what it means. We have your very best interests at heart, Star; and I
am sure I can say, both for myself and Louisa, that we would follow
you to the world's end. But why were we disturbed just when we were
enjoying a special supper with Miss Forest and Mr. Frederick? Mr.
Frederick had promised to play Beethoven's Sonata Pathetique for us
after supper. Well, what is it?"

"Of course, the occasion is important," said Star. "I have something to
say--something dreadful, which hurts me," said the little girl, and her
lips trembled. "I have a complaint to make, and I must make it to you.
I wish to say in the presence of you all that I want to have nothing
whatever to do in the future with Christian Mitford."

Now, Louisa knew very little of Christian. It is true she had taken her
in hand during her first day at school, but being very far removed from
her in class and at play, she had more or less forgotten her existence.

Philippa, however, raised her dark brows and looked full at Star.

"I have noticed Christian," she said. "She seemed to me to be a
particularly nice and well-behaved girl--the sort of girl that you
would be sure to take up, Star, for you always know a thoroughly nice
girl when you see her."

"I did think I had that penetration," said Star; "but it seems I
was wrong. I took a fancy to Christian; I repent of my fancy. I was
mistaken; I wish to say it now in the presence of you all."

"It seems an extraordinary thing to send for us to consider," said
Louisa, speaking again.

"And I wish further to say," continued Star, "that I believe you,
Lucy; you, Angela; you, Jane; and I myself are all doing wrong to have
anything to do with the Penwernians. I know, Louisa, that you and
Philippa have not joined our great secret society; but of course you
have heard of it."

"Oh, yes," said Philippa; "I am quite aware of its existence. I think
everyone in the school knows about it."

"Even Miss Peacock herself," said Louisa.

"Yes, even Miss Peacock herself," continued Philippa. "But Miss Peacock
sees no harm in it. If she did she would put a stop to it. She once
said to me:

"'I don't consider it part of the duty of a head mistress to interfere
with the girls as long as they do no wrong. A little secret and mystery
is as the breath of life to a schoolgirl, and I shall not interfere as
long as nothing wrong is done.'"

"Ah!" said Star, "that is just it. I used to adore mystery," she
continued, with a sigh. "I used to think it quite delicious, but I have
changed my mind; I no longer think it delicious. I hate and loathe
mystery as much," she continued, speaking with vehemence--"as much as I
hate and loathe Christian Mitford."

"But what has the poor child done?" said Louisa Twining. "It must be
something very bad, Star, for you to behave in this peculiar way. Are
you going to tell us?"

"No, I won't tell you, for you would not be interested, and you need
not know. She had better beware, however, for if she goes on with her
evil practices I shall tell Miss Peacock."

"Perhaps you forget," said Louisa, speaking a little sternly, "that
the poor child is practically an orphan, both her parents being at the
other side of the world."

"I don't forget it," said Star; "I remember it quite well. I know
Miss Peacock is interested in her; she has spoken about her several
times. But Miss Peacock does not know her. She does not belong to Miss
Peacock's set in this school. I shall watch her. I thought I would tell
you about her, but I won't; I will give her another chance. But if she
goes on as she has been doing lately I shall certainly tell. I don't
mind what she thinks; she belongs to the Susan Marsh set."

"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Philippa, "I am amazed at that."

"It is true; I have sent for you to let you clearly understand that
Christian Mitford belongs to one set of girls in the school, and that
I belong to the other; and I don't care whether you think me right or
wrong. And I have given up the Penwernians. Lucy, Angela, and Jane,
you must represent the committee in future, for I have given up the
Penwernians."

"Well," said Lucy, "I will have nothing to do with it if you don't."

"I am glad to hear that."

"Nor I," said Angela Goring.

"Nor I," said Jane Price.

"Very well; I believe you all are right. They are going to have
a meeting in a few nights, and we will attend and give in our
resignations. After that we shall have nothing whatever to do with the
society."

Louisa rose. "I consider this meeting rather unprecedented and, if I
may add it, uncalled for," she said. "No girl has a right to accuse her
schoolfellow, as you have accused Christian Mitford to-night, without
the gravest reason. If you will tell me, and allow me as the head girl
of the school to give you a little advice, I shall consider what you
say absolutely sacred; but as it is you bewilder me."

"You are not more bewildered than I am," said Star; "not more
bewildered nor more disappointed. But as to telling you, there is no
use, Louisa. I would if I thought it would make any difference, but it
won't; she is past curing."

"No one is past curing," said Louisa. "I am extremely sorry for you,
Star. I think you have taken up a wrong notion altogether."

Star said nothing. Philippa and Louisa a few minutes afterwards left
the room, and the four girls who had considered themselves Christian's
bodyguard were alone.

"Why shouldn't you tell us?" said Angela. "It is very odd to call us
together like this, and to draw two of the Sixth Form girls into the
matter, and then not to confide in us."

"If I told you, you could not live in the same school with her, so I
won't tell you," said Star. "I will give her just a chance, although I
will have nothing to do with her; but if she goes on with her bad ways
I shall certainly tell Miss Peacock."

Meanwhile a pale girl was walking swiftly down the corridor. The white
chamber where Christian slept was near Star's room. Angela Goring slept
in the room next to Christian's; Star's room came next, and then Jane
Price's. Christian entered her room now and shut the door. It felt cold
and desolate. The fog had been followed by a cold night; there was a
slight frost. Christian did not even trouble to turn on the electric
light; she went straight across the icy-cold chamber and flung herself,
dressed as she was, on the bed. There was a warm eider-down quilt on
the bed, but she did not trouble to wrap herself in it. She lay still,
and the cold pierced through her body, and the iron of adversity
entered into her soul. She was too much stunned, too miserable, too
frightened to care. She felt as though someone had tied her up in
chains that she could never get rid of again; she could never extricate
herself.

There come times when such trouble visits the human heart that it can
scarcely realize what has befallen it. Such a time had come to-night to
Christian. Susan had got her into her trap, and those girls whom she
had believed to be her friends had turned against her. She had seen
Star in the distance when the girls entered the refectory for supper,
and the look on Star's face, as her bright eyes fixed themselves for
one moment on Christian was one which the poor child could never
forget. It was impossible for Christian to eat. She could not attend to
her lessons; the headache which she had endured during the early part
of the day was so bad that she was glad to ask Jessie's permission to
retire earlier than usual.

As she lay on her bed she heard a sound, and looking up, she noticed
that she had not fastened her door properly when she entered, and that
it was now a little ajar. There was a rustle of dresses as the girls
went by, and then she heard the well-known, beautiful voice of Angela
Goring saying:

"I never should have thought it of her, and if anyone else except Star
had told me, I should not have believed her."

"But Star, with all her wildness, never exaggerates," said Lucy Norris.
"Dear, dear! who _would_ have thought it?"

"They are speaking of me," thought Christian. "I can't live through
this; I can't endure it. What is to be done?"

They had scarcely gone to their own rooms before the door was opened
and little Jessie entered. In a twinkling there was a change of scene.
She turned on the electric light. She glanced toward the bed, and the
flushed face and tear-stained eyes of the girl she loved best in the
entire school met her gaze.

"This will never do," thought Jessie.

She put a match to the fire, which was already laid in the grate, and
soon the crackling of the wood and the cheerful light of the blaze
transformed the room. Then she went up to the bed.

"My child," she said, "how cold you are! Let me just put this
eider-down over you."

She wrapped it around Christian, who shivered with a sort of forlorn
sense of comfort.

"My poor, dear child, you are ill."

"My head aches," said Christian. "It has been aching all day."

"What can be wrong, darling?"

"Everything, Miss Jessie."

"Oh, we often feel like that when we have headaches. But come; you
must get into bed. I will undress you; then I will bring you a cup of
something hot, and after that you will sleep."

Christian was so thoroughly miserable that Miss Jessie's ministrations
were gratefully received. She allowed the little woman to take off her
things and to lay her between the sheets, to wrap the eider-down over
her, and then put her cool, firm hand on the burning forehead.

"I'll be back in a minute, darling," she said. "You took no supper this
evening. That is the worst way in the world to treat a headache of your
sort. I'll be back immediately."

In a very short time Miss Jessie returned with a little tray containing
a cup of hot coffee and some bread and butter.

"Now you must eat, Christian," she said; "you must eat and drink.
Afterwards you shall sleep."

Christian did eat and drink. It was wonderful how the food revived her,
how altogether less miserable the world seemed when she had finished
her little meal.

"And now you won't guess what I have got for you," said Miss Jessie.

"No, Jessie, I can't. And you can't have brought me anything--anything
at all that I should care for."

"Yes, but I have. What do you say to two letters?"

"Letters?" said Christian, the color rising to her cheeks.

"A foreign letter--I think it must come from your father or mother--and
a letter from London. Here they are. Put them under your pillow. It
is too late for you to read them to-night; or if you would really
rather----"

"Give them to me," said Christian. She looked at the writing. "Yes,
from father," she said; "and from my dear old nurse. I won't read them
to-night," she continued. "I don't think I could understand them.
Jessie, the most dreadful thing has happened, and I can never, never be
happy again. I don't deserve anything good, for I have been a naughty,
bad girl, and I am, oh, so miserable and unhappy!"

"I tell you what it is, Christian," said Miss Jessie: "if you don't
go to sleep, and in the morning tell me all about it, I will take you
straight to Miss Peacock. That I will, for though I am an easy-going
woman, when my blood is up I can be as despotic as the greatest virago
in the land."




CHAPTER XXIV

MISS PEACOCK


The next day Christian was too ill to rise. She had tossed from side
to side on her restless bed during the whole of that miserable night,
and when Miss Jessie, who could scarcely sleep herself from anxiety,
went to visit her at an early hour in the morning, she found the poor
child with flushed cheeks, eyes so heavy that she could scarcely look
at her, and a temperature far above the normal. The doctor was hastily
summoned. He said that Christian had got a bad chill and must stay in
bed for the day. He ordered medicines and absolute quiet, and when
night brought no change for the better, and on the following morning
the young girl was still very ill, with a further rise of temperature
and pains and aches in all her bones, he went down to see Miss Peacock.

"What is the matter with Christian Mitford?" asked that good lady. "My
right hand, as I always call Jessie Jones, is very anxious about her."

"I hope she will soon be well," said the doctor, "but at present her
condition is not satisfactory. I thought yesterday that she had simply
got a chill, and that by care and certain medicines we could get it
under. But now I am afraid she has been subjected to some kind of
shock. She refuses to eat, and looks utterly miserable. Another strange
thing is that she has got two letters, Miss Jessie tells me; one is
from her father in India, and the other from an old servant in London;
and she won't open them, or let anyone read them to her. She is beyond
doubt in a very nervous, highly-strung state. Miss Jessie tells me
that during the night she rambled a little and was slightly delirious.
During that time she talked a great deal about one of the other girls
of the school."

"And what was her name?" asked Miss Peacock.

"Susan Marsh. She was asking Susan Marsh to do something, and Susan was
refusing. She also mentioned Miss Lestrange."

"Then, doctor, if it is really your opinion that Christian Mitford is
suffering from shock, what steps do you propose to take to relieve her
mind?"

"If she has anything on her mind, Miss Peacock, the sooner she
unburdens herself the better."

"I will do what I can, doctor. I am glad you have told me. Steps must
certainly be instituted at once to relieve the poor child."

The doctor went away, promising to send certain medicines and to return
again in the evening, or sooner if it were necessary.

He had scarcely left the house before the great gong in the central
hall rang for prayers, and Miss Peacock a few minutes afterwards
entered. All the girls were present, and also all the teachers, with
the exception of little Jessie and Christian Mitford. Miss Peacock read
a portion of the Bible, then uttered the usual prayer; and when the
service was over as the girls were about to scatter to their different
classrooms, she raised her hand.

"I have something to say," was her remark--"something which gives me
a great deal of pain. As it concerns the entire school, I had better
speak of it before the assembled school. Servants, you may leave the
room; girls and teachers, please remain."

The servants filed out in their accustomed orderly manner. The door
was closed behind them; the girls drew together in a group, and the
teachers stood a little way off. Miss Peacock looked steadily at the
assembled girls; she scarcely glanced at the teachers. Well she knew
that the mischief, if mischief there were, was to be found in that
group of bright-looking girls.

"I have always been very proud of my school," she began. "I have kept
school here now for many years. I have been particular as to the sort
of girls whom I have admitted to Penwerne Manor. No girl could ever
come to this school without having a reference from the parents of a
former pupil. By this means I have insured having in my midst girls of
unimpeachable character, girls to whom the greater sins would at least
be unknown. In all lives, my dear girls, there must come temptation;
and such wrong-doing as worldliness, thoughtlessness, bad temper, and
jealousies will disfigure and mar the peace of all communities. This
must be the case as long as human nature is human nature. But there are
other sins, which I have been proud--yes, proud--to think that my girls
who live at Penwerne Manor would never commit. One of these sins is the
sin of cruelty."

Miss Peacock paused. She looked at all the girls. In particular her
eyes fastened themselves upon the face of Susan Marsh. Susan Marsh,
Miss Peacock had to admit, was a little different from the other
girls. She had been sent to the school under special conditions; for
her mother was dead, and her father had pleaded that as a girl whom
he knew very well had been educated at Penwerne Manor, and had in all
ways fulfilled Miss Peacock's ideals, so his child--his motherless
child--might have a chance. And Miss Peacock had accepted Susan, and
hoped that Susan was at least following in the lead of girls higher in
morals than herself.

To-day Susan's face looked dark. She did not meet the fixed gaze of her
teacher; on the contrary, she shuffled her feet and her eyes sought the
ground.

"The sin of cruelty," continued Miss Peacock, "I have at least not
expected to find in your midst."

And now she looked past Susan and fixed her steadfast gaze on Star.
Whatever Star's faults, there was nothing underhand about her. Her
eyes, soft and bright--bright as a robin's--were raised full to her
teacher. A flush of color did rise to her cheeks when Miss Peacock so
steadfastly regarded her, but there was nothing underhand in those
clear eyes, nor in that bright, vivacious face.

"I regret to have to tell you all," continued Miss Peacock, looking
now at none of the girls in especial, "that such a case has taken
place in this school. A girl--one of the forty who are numbered as
my pupils--has been cruel to a young girl who belongs to us all. The
girl so cruelly treated is Christian Mitford. She has not been here
very long, and she has come to me as a very precious legacy. I knew
Christian Mitford's grandmother, and she was quite the most upright
woman I ever met. I owe a great deal to her influence. I also know
Christian's father. There are few men who bear a more upright or braver
character. He has been entrusted with a post which requires all the
best energies of a man to carry out its duties. He has gone in the
face of danger and banishment to fulfill those duties. He has gone to
serve his country in a moment of great danger. I cannot exactly explain
what his duties are, but any of you girls whose fathers are in the
diplomatic service will understand me. Christian's father has left her
behind, for she could not encounter the dangers of the climate of the
country where he is now living. Christian's mother has gone with her
husband. Her child has therefore come to me more or less as an orphan.
I said to her father when he wrote to beg of me to take Christian, that
she would be happy in my big family, that she would find her _métier_,
that she would thrive in body and spirit, that she would become an
accomplished and Christian woman. Now, Christian is a particularly
bright child, and particularly intelligent, and there is no reason
whatsoever why she should not be happy here. That she is not happy
there is not the slightest doubt. That she is so unhappy as to cause
her to be ill is also, I regret to say, a fact. Dr. Webb saw her this
morning, and he says that she has encountered a shock; he does not know
of what sort, but he and I both feel that we must come to you girls for
the explanation. He fears that she will not be better until the load on
her mind is relieved. She is too ill to be worried; she is too ill even
to be questioned. To treat her wisely and well we must know what to do.
Now, girls, I ask your advice. How am I to treat Christian Mitford? We
don't want her to become seriously ill, and she is in a fair way to be
so unless her mind is completely relieved. What do you say girls? Have
you anything to suggest?"

There was a dead silence amongst all the girls. The teachers looked
immensely interested. Miss Forest opened her lips as though to speak.
Mr. Fredericks, who had come in just before prayers, glanced at Miss
Forest. Presently Miss Forest stepped forward.

"I am absolutely in the dark," she said, "with regard to Christian
Mitford's trouble, but I do know that two nights ago Mr. Frederick and
I were entertaining two of the Sixth Form Girls, Louisa Twining and
Phillipa Dawson, at supper, when a hurried message came for them to
visit Star Lestrange in her room. We were surprised at the time. This,
of course, may have nothing to do with Christian Mitford, but I think
it worth mentioning."

"And so do I think it worth mentioning," said Mr. Frederick. "I
observed on Wednesday, when I gave Christian her last music lesson,
that she was disturbed, not herself. The brilliancy which always
characterized her playing had deserted her."

"She was unquestionably not herself on Wednesday," said Miss Forest.
"She seemed much troubled all day. Did you not notice, Miss Peacock,
when you were sent for to hear, her recite her portion from Milton's
works, how badly she did it?"

"I certainly did. Then you think she was unhappy then?"

"In the light of subsequent events I very much fear she was," said Miss
Forest.

"You have nothing further to say?"

"Nothing. I know nothing more with regard to her case."

"Has anyone anything more to say with regard to her case?"

Louisa Twining now held up her hand.

"What is it, Louisa, my dear?" said Miss Peacock, speaking with that
respect which always characterized her when she addressed the head girl
of the school.

"I have nothing to say personally," said Louisa; "I only wish I had.
But I think Star, if she would, could tell you something."

"I would much, much rather not tell," said Star. She turned very white,
then crimson. "I cannot--I will not tell. Please don't ask me."

"I must ask you, Star. My dear child, this makes me very unhappy. Go
to my room at once, Star. I will join you presently. Are you certain,
Louisa, that you have nothing more to say?"

"Except to repeat my words. Star Lestrange can tell you something if
she will."

"Star, dear, go at once. You know I could never accuse you of
unkindness. But go, dear; I will see you in my room immediately."

Miss Peacock's own private sitting room was much admired by the girls
of Penwerne Manor. It was only on rare and most special occasions that
she allowed the girls of the school to visit her there. When she did
it was to each and all of those girls as though they had entered into
paradise. The shackles of school life seemed to fall away from them;
they felt at home. All their most brilliant and most refined instincts
seemed to awaken and grow stronger in Miss Peacock's presence. She was
a very literary woman, highly accomplished in every sense of the word.
Her knowledge of foreign languages, her knowledge of art and the best
English literature, made her conversation delightful. Then she had the
knack of knowing how to speak. Without in the least uttering a sermon,
she had the power of awaking the best in each of the young lives. The
girls were enthusiastic about their head-mistress. They loved her
almost with passion. Miss Peacock was fond of saying to them:

"I intend you to obey your teachers. I have made rules for your
guidance, and those rules are not to be broken, but I have made no
rule--not one--with regard to your conduct to me. I will leave that
conduct to the love you bear me. If you don't love me, nothing I can do
will make you; if you do, all will be easy--for those who love try hard
to please the beloved."

Amongst the girls who most adored Miss Lavinia Peacock was Star. Star
had naturally a most vivacious, brilliant, and affectionate nature.
All that was good and beautiful in her character was drawn out by Miss
Peacock, and the idea of going to her private room now filled her with
the strangest sensations.

"Under ordinary circumstances I should love it," thought the girl. "As
it is----"

She trembled exceedingly as she turned the handle of the door and
entered. The room, with its bright fire, its beautiful decorations,
its lovely pictures, its still more beautiful flowers, soothed Star as
it always did; but then the memory of Christian--Christian ill, very
ill--Christian treated, as it seemed to the girl herself now, with
great cruelty, came over her, and flinging herself into a chair, she
wept.

"Why have I been dragged into this?" she thought. "What am I to do? No,
I won't tell what I know. If I couldn't tell last night, still less can
I tell now. Oh, poor Christian! poor Christian!"

It was just then when Miss Peacock entered. She noticed at a swift
glance Star's attitude of utter despair. She did not make any remark,
however, but going to her accustomed chair near the fire, she took up
her knitting and began to knit. Her whole attitude was the very essence
of peace. Star, who had been sobbing so violently that she could not
altogether restrain herself, soon ceased her tears. Presently, with wet
eyes and flushed face, she glanced at her teacher. Miss Peacock, to all
appearance, was in a dream. She was knitting, but her eyes were gazing
straight before her. Sometimes her lips moved. Her face was pale; her
eyes were full of trouble.

"Oh, Miss Peacock!" said the child at last.

Then Miss Peacock dropped her knitting; over her whole face there came
an alert, watchful, and yet affectionate expression. She held out both
her arms to Star, and the next instant the weeping child was clasped
to her breast. Miss Peacock was one of those women who are mothers
without ever having had children, and Star knew as those firm arms
clasped her, and those lips kissed her on the brow, that she was to all
intents and purposes in the presence of a mother.

By and by Miss Peacock loosened her clasp, and motioned Star to a chair
by her side. She took one of the girl's hands, pressed it gently, and
said:

"Now, darling, you will tell me."

"But I can't," said Star in a choking voice.

"You can't, Stella? You can't tell me about that which I have spoken
of, and yet you know?"

"I may not know. I know something; I certainly don't know all; I am
distressed, I am unhappy; but if you banish me from the school even, I
shall not tell."

Star's voice gained courage as she proceeded. She looked full up at
Miss Peacock now.

"Star," said her teacher, "I am the last to force anyone to act against
her conscience. Is it a matter of conscience with you to keep this
thing to yourself?"

"It would injure Christian if I were to tell; it would be unfair."

"Can you not give me some hint, Star? Think of my position: a
child--the child of a valued friend--very, very ill, and I am unable to
cope with her malady. You can cope with it. Will you?"

Star rose. "I will go and see her if you like," she said. "The other
day I was angry; you would have been angry if you were in my place. I
would not speak to her nor look at her. Oh! don't ask me to say any
more; it is unfair to her."

"Of course, I must not question you, but your words alarm me. In
spite of your efforts to conceal something, you are driving me to the
conclusion that Christian has done something very wrong."

Star was silent.

"Is that so, Star? Please speak."

"I cannot tell you anything; I must not. There is one perhaps who
could----"

"Ah! you allude to Susan Marsh. It is an extraordinary thing,"
continued Miss Lavinia, "that from the very first entrance of Christian
into this school, Susan Marsh seems to have had a most pernicious
influence on her. That such a girl as Susan could affect such a girl as
Christian is a puzzle to me. Do you agree with me, Star, that Susan is
at the bottom of this?"

"I ought not to say anything against Susan, but will you question her?"

"I will do so."

"And may I go and see Christian?"

"She is very ill, but it may do her good to see you. Go, my child; and
God bless you. I am intensely unhappy about this. I want to act with
justice to everyone--to everyone--and I confess I cannot see my way."

Miss Peacock's large gray eyes were full of tears. Star saw them, and
the next instant the impulsive child had dropped on her knees.

"Oh, I love you--I love you!" she said. "We all love you. There is
nothing I wouldn't do for you, but if you knew all you would counsel me
not to tell what has happened with regard to Christian. I will go to
her; I will go at once."

"Do, Star; and on your way through the schoolroom, tell Susan Marsh to
come to me immediately."

Star left the room. The momentary weakness which had made her sob so
bitterly was over. It seemed to her that all of a sudden her contempt
for Christian, her dislike to her, had vanished. She had a sort of
misgiving that, after all, Christian might be innocent. If such was the
case, she, Star, was the one who had treated Christian with such rare
cruelty.

She entered the central hall, where the greater number of the girls
had their classes during the morning. It was in this room she would
be certain to find Susan Marsh. Yes, there she was, her large face
slightly flushed, her eyes suspicious and eager. She was pretending to
copy a theme into one of her exercise books, but Star saw at once that
she was not thinking about her work.

The moment Star entered the room several of the girls looked up at her,
and all with more or less curiosity. Had she relieved the tension?
Had she confessed whatever she had to confess to Miss Peacock? Was
Christian innocent or guilty? The whole school was in a state of great
excitement with regard to Christian, and different opinions were hotly
argued amongst the girls with regard to the why and wherefore of her
present condition. Never before at Penwerne Manor had there been such
an interesting and remarkable case under discussion. Susan, however,
had refused to say anything about Christian.

"Oh, I am sick of her!" she had exclaimed when Janet Bouverie and
another girl came and spoke to her on the subject. "Do let her alone,
Florence. I don't want the subject mentioned in my hearing. I can only
say that it was a very bad day for the school when she entered it."

Lessons began, and the girls were forced to keep their opinions to
themselves. It was in the midst of the history lesson that Star walked
up the room. The history mistress paused and looked at Star. Star went
up to her.

"I have a message from Miss Peacock. She wants to see Susan Marsh at
once."

"At once, Star? Does that mean now or after school?"

"Now," said Star briefly.

"Susan," said Miss Forest, glancing at the girl, "go at once to your
head-mistress in her private room."

Susan gave Star a very venomous look. Her face turned white. She
wondered if Star had really told what she knew; but then she reflected
that by no possibility could Star know the truth. She could not know
who had stolen the bill out of her purse. She could not possibly guess
in what way Susan Marsh had become possessed of Christian's secret.
Above all things, she had not the most remote idea that strangers were
to be admitted into the attic on the following Wednesday to partake of
the Penwernian feast. Any one of these things, if known, would have
insured Susan's removal from the school under the most bitter and
disgraceful circumstances. But no one could know, and Susan tossed her
head in the air, walked down the corridor, entered the central hall,
quickly traversed another passage, and knocked at Miss Peacock's door.
Miss Peacock said, "Come in," and Susan entered.

"Ah, Susan!" said her mistress, glancing at the girl, and treating her
altogether in a different manner from what her conduct had been to
Star; "come and stand before me. I have something to say to you."

Susan considered this an indignity. She augured the worst from Miss
Peacock's somewhat stern manner. "What is it, Miss Peacock?" she asked.

"Stand quiet, Susan; I want to ask you a question."

Susan made no remark, but she shut her lips and looked full into the
face of her mistress.

"I want to ask you a direct question," said Miss Peacock; "and I want
to ask it now that we two are alone--not really alone, Susan, for
there is One present, mighty, all-powerful, all-knowing. Here in His
presence, therefore--the presence of our God, Susan--I ask you if you
can throw any light on the very unhappy condition of my dear pupil,
Christian Mitford?"

"I can thrown no light," answered Susan.

She spoke calmly enough, although her heart was beating almost to
suffocation.

"Are you certain, Susan? If you could see the One who is always
present, would you make such an answer?"

"I can throw no light on it," repeated Susan; but now her eyes sought
the ground and her lips trembled.

Miss Peacock uttered a sigh.

"Star Lestrange says you can."

"That's just like Star Lestrange," replied Susan. "She does know
something--of that I am certain--but she won't tell, and throws the
thing on me. I hate her. She's the worst, most deceitful girl in the
school. I hate her more than I hate Christian. But I hate them both."

"Susan," said Miss Peacock after a pause, "do you know the exact
circumstances under which you came to this school?"

Susan raised her brows in some surprise.

"I suppose as a pupil, and because my father paid for me," she said
after a pause.

"You certainly came as a pupil, and most certainly also your father
pays your school expenses. But in a select school of this sort there is
generally a very strict inquiry instituted with regard to each girl who
comes here. You were at another school before you came. You were at a
school at Margate."

"How do you know that?" said Susan, and her voice became sharp with
anxiety.

"I happen to know it. What is more, I had a letter from the
head-mistress of that school telling me certain things about you. Oh,
no, my dear, you need not turn so white; I have not the slightest wish
to injure you with your schoolfellows; but after receiving that letter
I wrote to your father declining to receive you as one of my pupils. He
was much distressed. He is a good man. He came to see me, and he spoke
of you as his orphan child; your mother was not long dead."

"No; mother died very suddenly," said Susan. Her words came out
falteringly; in her unattractive eyes tears swam.

"Your father gave a pitiful picture with regard to his motherless girl,
and after due reflection and consulting Jessie Jones, I decided to
admit you to the school. Any girl who arrived at a school like this
labeled as a black sheep might far better never come. I was therefore
most anxious not to tell your schoolfellows anything whatever about
you. Nor, shall I tell them now, Susan. No, I will not injure you to
that extent; but unless Christian Mitford is happy and well by the end
of the present term, and unless no further stories of your misdoings
reach me, I shall expect your school life at Penwerne Manor to
terminate at Easter. Have you anything to say, my dear?"

"I think you are awfully unkind. I hate you all. I wish I might go."

"You don't realize what it means, Susan. To have been already dismissed
for want of honesty and truthfulness from school at Margate, and to be
again dismissed--or practically dismissed--from Penwerne Manor, would
injure you for life, my poor child. Be certain of this: nothing would
induce me to make you so unhappy if it were not absolutely essential.
It rests with yourself, Susan. A little courage and determination
to cease to do evil, and to learn to do well, will make all things
possible even for you. Now go. You leave a very anxious and unhappy
head-mistress behind you; but when you can come to me and confess, I
will certainly be as lenient as circumstances can permit."

"I will never, never confess," said Susan. "I have nothing to confess,"
she added sullenly, and she left the room, hanging her head, a scowl
between her brows.

Meanwhile Star had gone straight upstairs to the White Corridor. She
paused for a moment outside Christian's door. The door was slightly
ajar. The blinds were down at the windows; the fire burned low, and yet
with a bright gleam in the grate. Little Jessie was seated by the fire,
bending forward and stirring something from time to time that simmered
in a saucepan.

Star tapped with her knuckles on the door. Jessie rose at once.

"Oh, my dear!" said the little woman when she saw Star, "you must on no
account come in; you would trouble her dreadfully. Go away, dear; leave
her to me. She mustn't see anyone now. I have the doctor's orders."

"But I wish you would let me see her. I think--I am sure--that I won't
do her any harm. I may do her good. I told Miss Peacock, and Miss
Peacock is willing. Please let me come in for a minute or two, Jessie.
And, please, when I go in, go out, Jessie. What I say to her I must say
to her alone. No one must be present when I talk to her."

"I can't permit you to enter, Star, until I get Miss Peacock's
authority from herself. If you like to stand here just within call, I
will run down to Miss Lavinia and find out what she wishes."

Miss Jessie departed at once, and Star stood outside the door. All was
still in the room. The sick girl must be asleep. By and by Miss Jessie,
her eyes full of tears, reappeared.

"You can go in, Star," she said. "But don't stay long. And do--do be
guided by wisdom; and do--do be kind."

"I will, Jessie," said Star in a voice of great affection; "if for no
other reason, for your sake."

Miss Jessie went away, and Star on tiptoe entered the room.

Christian was asleep. She was lying on her back. Her arms were flung
outside the bedclothes; the heavy, dark lashes swept her pale cheeks;
her fair hair was pushed back from her broad forehead. She looked
wonderfully sweet and wonderfully intellectual. Star noticed this
first of all; then she saw the real, the latent nobility in the face.
Whatever its faults, deceit--real deceit--could have nothing to do with
it.

Star felt her heart beat. She would not wake the sick girl. She must
wait quietly until Christian opened her eyes. Star sank down on the
chair by the fire. The little saucepan stood on the hob. Now and then
Star bent forward and stirred the chicken broth which Miss Jessie was
making. What was she to do? What was she to believe?

Star had never come face to face with any really complicated case of
wrong-doing. She had been attracted to Christian from the first; then
she had been repelled by her; then she had been very much puzzled by
her extraordinary allegiance to Susan Marsh and her set. When she saw
the grocery bill in Christian's history-book she had been astonished,
but scarcely inclined to blame Christian very severely. Christian did
not know, she had argued, and Susan was clever and full of resources,
and was absolutely sure to force the girls who were under her power
to carry out her will. Yes, Star was terribly vexed, but she scarcely
blamed Christian for this. She almost took Christian's part when she
went up to the front attic and spoke about what she had discovered.
But when on the following evening she went to the bowling-alley, and
opening her purse, found that the little tell-tale bill had been
removed, and when she further remembered that the purse had been in
Christian's possession for over an hour, her lingering liking for the
girl vanished on the spot.

"Her looks belie her," she thought. "She is bad, deceitful, unworthy of
any good girl's affection. I'll give her up."

So angry was she that she had acted on impulse. She had sent for her
chosen friends and for two of the most important girls in the school,
and had told them that she had given Christian up. She had further
said that she wished to resign her post on the committee of the
secret society of the Penwernians. She had spoken with great heat and
bitterness.

Then came the news of Christian's illness, and Star's interview with
Miss Peacock. During that interview it seemed to the girl that she
was once more forced to change her point of view. There were even yet
possibilities that Christian might be innocent. Beyond doubt she was
suffering. The very worst characters don't suffer when they commit sin.
Christian was suffering so badly that the doctor was anxious about her.
He said she was suffering from a shock. Now, what had shocked her? If
her character was all that Star had imagined it to be two days ago, why
should the shock of what she had done make her ill? Star determined now
at any cost to keep Christian's secret.

"I don't understand things," thought the child, "but if there is a way
out I will try to find it; and if there is any sort of doubt I will
give Christian the benefit of it."

As she thought this she glanced again toward the bed; then she gave a
start and stood up, for Christian's eyes were wide open and were fixed
on her face.

Now Christian's young face was very pale. She did not look at all
surprised at seeing Star. Star went up to her.

"How are you, Christian?" she said in a low voice. "Are you better?"

"I am quite well," replied Christian.

Her words came out with a sort of indifference. She looked at Star, and
then she smiled.

"Oh, I am quite well," said the young girl.

"If you are well you will get up, won't you?"

"It doesn't matter," said Christian.

"But you needn't stay in bed if you are well, need you?"

"It doesn't matter," said Christian again.

Then the thankfulness which had filled Star's heart just for a moment
left it, and in its place came a queer sensation of pain and fear.
Although Christian said she was quite well, her face belied her; and
still more her words belied her.

"Do you know me, Chris?" said Star, bending towards her.

"Yes," replied Christian; "you are Star Lestrange."

"We have always been friends, haven't we, Christian?"

"No," said Christian, still speaking in that level, indifferent voice;
"you were never my friend."

"Oh, Christian! but I tried to be."

"No," said Christian again.

She gazed straight before her. Her voice was never raised; it never
altered its level, indifferent tones. It seemed to Star as she listened
that Christian did not care whether they were friends or foes. For a
minute the little girl was absolutely silent.

"I wish to tell you something," she then said gravely. "Can you listen
to me, Christian?"

Christian's eyes were fixed on Star's face. She did not speak.

"I wish to tell you that I am very sorry for what happened a couple
of days ago. I don't mean only about not finding Dawson's bill in my
purse after you had it in your lap for an hour or more; I don't mean
only that, but I mean what I did afterwards. For I was so hurt, and
so frightened, and so angry that I scarcely knew what I was doing. I
forgot myself, Christian, and I sent for all my friends and told them
that I had given you up."

"Yes," said Christian.

"Did you know it, Chris? You look as though you knew it."

"I heard you--at least I heard something about it. The girls passed the
door, and they spoke to each other. I knew you had given me up."

"And weren't you shocked?"

"Shocked? No."

"Didn't you care?"

"No."

"Christian, that is unlike you."

"Perhaps; but everything is unlike me. Everything has been unlike me
since I came to Penwerne Manor."

"Christian, tell me the truth. Lying as you are there, looking as you
now look, I am certain--positive--that you would not tell a lie."

"Perhaps not," said Christian.

"You never, never took that bill out of my purse?"

"No."

"You are certain?"

"Yes. I didn't open your purse. But it doesn't matter whether you
believe me or not. You think I did; it doesn't matter.

"Christian, tell me what you know."

"Alice gave me your purse to keep for you. She threw it into my lap. I
fell asleep. I slept for an hour. When I awoke it was still in my lap.
I never gave it to anybody else. I don't know how the bill was taken
out of your purse. But that is all as far as I am concerned."

Steps were heard in the corridor. Miss Jessie was coming back. Miss
Jessie would certainly be impatient. Christian, looking more dead than
alive, was lying prone on her bed, and Star had not fulfilled her
mission. Suddenly an idea came to her.

"I am going to take both your hands," she said. Christian made no
movement whatever to put her hands into Star's clasp. Star took them.

"Now listen to me, Christian Mitford. I have done wrong, and I confess
it. I hated you, but I hate you no longer. I did love you--well, I love
you back again. Listen to me, Christian. I love you back again; and I
know, Christian, that you didn't take the bill out of my purse. I know
that you are innocent. Now get well, Chris--get well, for I love you."




CHAPTER XXV

THE LETTER


Susan Marsh was thoroughly upset. She was not repentant. It is not
the nature of a girl like Susan easily to repent. She was not at
all sorry for what she had done, but she was terribly afraid of the
consequences. She also feared that she had gone too far. At the school
at Margate she had lived through an ugly time. There had been a theft,
and she had been concerned in it. She had, in fact, been expelled from
the school. Her wrong-doing at the time had by no means terrified
her, but she disliked the ceremony which had meant her expulsion
from Mrs. Anderson's school. She had to pass through a group of her
schoolfellows, and the eyes of the girls seemed to burn her. They were
by no means extraordinary girls in any sense of the word; they were
girls quite moderately good, and with heaps of faults, but they all
gazed with the utmost contempt at Susan as she shuffled down the long
line which they formed, and so got out of the school.

Now, Miss Peacock would certainly not expel any girl, however wicked,
in so cruel a manner; but Susan did not know that. She was certain
that if Miss Peacock sent her back to her father at Easter with such a
report as she threatened to give, and with announcement that she would
not be received in the school again, something fearful would happen.
Mr. Marsh was a merchant, a very rich man, and Susan was his only
child. He was a big, red-headed, stout man, with a harsh voice and a
harsh laugh; but he was quite upright. He had strong ideas with regard
to honor and rectitude; and if Susan came back to him so disgraced, she
did not know all he would do. He would send her away; he would banish
her from all other girls. He would put her under the care of the very
strictest disciplinarian he could possibly find. She must not run such
a risk. Beyond doubt she had got herself into a scrape. It was not only
that silly affair with regard to Christian Mitford. Christian had been
fairly useful to Susan as long as she could obtain her money and press
her into her service, but she had no time to give a thought to her now.
She had got all Christian's money; there was nothing of it left, and
Susan made up her mind to leave her alone, to announce to her friends
that she thought Christian Mitford a fairly good girl, and, in short,
if she could manage it with a few clever words, to undo the mischief
she had hitherto done. Christian would recover and take her place in
the school; Star Lestrange would be her friend, and her brief time of
friendship with Susan and her set would be forgotten.

But there were other things. There was the great feast in the front
attic which was to take place next Wednesday, and there were the girls
who were to be invited to attend it. Susan felt terribly anxious when
she thought of those girls. One of them was Florence Dixie, who was the
daughter of a lawyer who lived in the town of Tregellick. Florence was
a bold, wild girl, with quantities of black hair which curled all over
her head. She had black eyes to match the hair, a turned-up nose, and a
loud laugh. It had been Florence's wildest ambition to become an inmate
of Penwerne Manor, but Miss Peacock did not approve of the young lady,
and had declined the honor of becoming her instructress.

There were also Ethel and Emma Manners. They were the daughters of a
rich greengrocer in the town. Ethel and Emma had more pocket-money than
they knew what to do with, and once having met Susan when she had no
right to be out, and lent her some money. They were pleased to strike
up any sort of acquaintance with a Penwerne Manor girl, and Susan had
taken advantage of their friendship to get several good things for
herself. Ethel and Emma had told Susan that if she could smuggle them
into the house, and make them acquainted with some of the other girls
of the Manor, they would each give her a very beautiful present at
Easter.

"We will manage," said Ethel, "so that Miss Peacock shall never know.
You'll do it, won't you?"

Susan had said of course she would, and she had planned the whole thing.

Florence Dixie, who thought herself considerably above the Manners
girls, was still quite willing to accompany them on this occasion.
They would climb up the elm-tree at the back of the house; they would
tap at the window, and Susan herself, aided by the other girls, who of
course must be let into the secret, would admit them. Then there would
be high-jinks; then there would be a glorious time. Oh, how they would
eat, how they would drink, how they would laugh! How they would enjoy
themselves!

Florence Dixie had promised not to come empty-handed to the feast. She
would bring such plumcake as had not been eaten for years by those
girls.

"I can manage it," said Florence, "for my cousin, Amy Hall, was married
a fortnight ago, and there is a huge wedge of her wedding-cake in the
pantry. I shall get a great slice from it and bring it with me. Oh, it
will be fun!"

"And we can all sleep on it," cried Susan, almost shrieking with
delight, "and dream. Oh, to think of dreaming of our future husbands!
What a delicious joke!"

Ethel and Emma were to bring fruit from their father's shop, and
anything else they could manage to convey.

The girls of the town were very much delighted, but very much afraid of
their escapade being discovered, and very proud of their acquaintance
with Susan.

But now Susan, as she sat alone in her boudoir, had sorrowfully to
reflect that this glorious feast, this delightful adventure must be
given up.

"It can't be done," she said to herself. "Miss Peacock is on the watch.
When Lavinia opens her sleepy eyes, they do open with a vengeance; and
then Jessie ceases to be a lamb, and becomes a very lion of vigilance
and terror. Then as to Star, now that she has given up the Penwernians,
she will certainly split on us. It can't be done. I must see Maud; she
must help me. Maud and I must both manage in such a way that no one
shall find out. Florence, Ethel, and Emma must be spoken to; they must
be told that the delightful feast is to be postponed."

Susan Marsh was the sort of girl who never took long in making up her
mind. This happened to be Saturday morning; the next day was Sunday.
The girls had a little more freedom on Sundays than on other days,
and they regularly walked, two and two together, to the parish church
at Tregellick. Susan wondered if by any possibility she could slip
away from her fellows and convey a note to Florence Dixie with strict
injunctions to give up all idea of visiting Penwerne Manor on the
following Wednesday evening, and further telling her to put off Ethel
and Emma Manners.

Susan felt very much frightened, and not at all sure that she could
convey this note, but still she resolved to have a good try.

As she sat and thought and made up her mind, Star Lestrange entered the
boudoir. Susan looked up sullenly when she observed Star's bright face.

"Well, what is it?" she said. "What do you want?"

"I thought I'd like to have a little chat with you if you don't mind."

"I mind extremely," said Susan. "I don't want to have anything to do
with you. A girl who could be so mean as to give up the Penwernians is
unworthy of my notice."

"Oh, just as you please!" said Star. "I thought perhaps you would come
and have cocoa with me in our boudoir; but if you don't care about
it, never mind. I only wanted to tell you now that I have discovered
absolutely and conclusively that it was not Christian Mitford who took
the bill out of my purse."

"Oh!" said Susan, starting and turning very red. "And how did you find
that out, pray?"

"Never mind how. I have found it out, and I thought I'd tell you. I
don't want to say anything more just now."

Star immediately left the boudoir. Susan sat on, feeling very
uncomfortable; for to be told that a certain thing had been discovered,
the knowledge of which spelt ruin to her, Susan, was the reverse of
quieting. She felt her head aching; her face flushed; her feet turned
icy cold. She crept near to the fire, shivering all over.

"I'll be ill myself if this sort of thing goes on," she said to
herself; and just then her dearest friend, Maud, walked into the
boudoir.

"I thought I'd find you here," said Maud, speaking with some
excitement.

She drew a chair forward and poked up the fire into a blaze.

"I wish we had some logs," she said; "they'd make the sparks flare up
the chimney. It's going to be a bitterly cold night."

Susan made no answer.

"What's the matter with you, Sukey? Are you sulky?"

"I feel miserable enough," said Susan.

"You look it; you look perfectly dreadful. Do you know what I have
heard? I have heard that Christian Mitford is much worse this evening.
The doctor is with her now. Don't you think we are all a little hard on
poor Christian?"

"Don't mention her name," said Susan passionately. "I hate her. I can't
sit in the room with people who talk about her."

"Oh, isn't that very silly, and very unkind? She has done nothing, poor
girl!"

"Oh, hasn't she? We were happy enough in the school until she came
here."

"Well, there's no doubt that she is very ill. I thought that it was
perhaps about her you were fretting. It's getting to be quite a weight
on my conscience. If she gets the least scrap worse I shall surely have
to tell myself."

"You'll have to do what?" said Susan.

Maud's words had roused her at last.

"Oh, dear! if I thought you were going against me--I don't know what
sort of a school this is, but to have my own friends going against
me--you and Mary Hillary and Janet--although somehow Janet doesn't
count for much--I believe I shall go mad. I'm awfully unhappy, and I'm
not at all well."

"You look anything but well, poor Sukey; your nose is so red and your
eyes so swollen. I expect you have a bad cold."

"I have. I am going to be ill myself; I have shivers down my back."

"You'd best go to bed and get Jessie to cosset you up."

"I hate Jessie; I won't let her come near me."

"Well, shall I go and ask her if you may have a fire in your room? And
I'll give you a hot drink. I can, you know, if they allow a fire in
your room. I have got a pot of that black-currant jelly; I'll make you
a smoking tumbler of black-currant tea. You'll soon be better."

"You are very kind, Maud," said Susan, who was intensely greedy, and
to whom the thought of hot black-currant tea appealed most pleasantly.
"But there!" she added, "that is not the worst; and that is not the way
you can really help me."

"Well, tell me; I really am distressed to see you look so bad. Of
course, Christian may soon get better; perhaps we needn't think about
her at all."

"We must think about something else, but she's the cause. You know, of
course, what Star said on Wednesday night."

"Star Lestrange? Rather! Why, the whole school is going on about it.
But I don't believe she will do it."

"I know she will. I tell you there's great trouble, and it's all caused
by that horrid Christian Mitford. For my part, I shall be glad if Star
ceases to be a Penwernian; but she can do us much damage. There's a
lot--a great lot--of mischief afoot, and we have got to be careful. You
can't imagine how bitterly and cruelly Miss Peacock spoke to me. She
even said that if anything else was found out I might not be allowed to
come back to the school."

"Oh, Susy!" said Maud in a shocked voice, "she couldn't have said
that. That would mean to ruin you for life. She couldn't have said it,
Susy."

"She did, Maud; so you needn't wonder that I am troubled. I tell you
what it is: you must and shall help me."

"I will if it is in my power, and if it isn't anything very wrong,
for I'm tired of doing wrong. It makes you feel so uncomfortable and
ashamed of yourself."

"This is putting wrong right, so I am sure you will help me. I know I
have got a cold, and there isn't the most remote chance of my being
allowed to go to church to-morrow. But you will go."

"We're allowed to go, just as we please, either to the chapel here or
to the church at Tregellick," said Maud. "If the weather is as bad as
it is at present you will have to go to the chapel, and I dare say I
shall go with you. I have a bit of a cold myself."

"But you must help me; you must go to church at Tregellick, and you
must manage to convey a letter from me to Florence Dixie or to the
Manners' girls. You must do it, and no one else must find out."

"But can't you post it?"

"I dare not. Florence's father might find it and open it by chance; and
then--then indeed the fat would be in the fire. And it would be equally
dangerous to confide a letter to the post for the Manners' girls.
Besides, the sooner they know the better."

"What have they to know?"

"Why, of course, that they are not to come to our feast on Wednesday."

"Not to come to our feast!" Maud stood up. "I suppose you don't mind
Mary hearing," she said, as Mary Hillary entered the boudoir.

"I don't suppose I do. You will all know before the time. The strange
girls can't come on Wednesday night, and we must convey the fact to
them in such a way that we may not be discovered ourselves."

"Highty-tighty!" said Mary Hillary. "What does this mean? Not coming?
But why shouldn't they come? I am sure there has been fuss enough
preparing for them. And they promised to bring those delicious cakes
and things. And it would be such screaming fun to have them with us for
hours, and to send them away again, and dear Peacock to know nothing
about it. I say, Susan, I don't see why you are running this show
altogether. Why mayn't we have a word in it now and then?"

"As many words as you like afterwards," said Susan; "but they can't
come next Wednesday. I tell you it would ruin us all; it would be
discovered."

"It needn't be. Of course, I have heard that story about Star, and I
call Star a mean sneak," said Mary. "But if we lock the door and remain
fearfully quiet, and have our feast not in the front attic, but in
the far-away attic at the back, which we can get at through the front
attic--the one over the room where the kitchen-maid sleeps--why, not a
soul will hear us, and they'll all think we are in bed. I am going to
put a pillow, dressed exactly like me, in my bed, and the rest of you
can do likewise, and Jessie won't know. Oh, we must--we must have our
feast!"

Susan sat down again. Her face was hot and flushed; her eyes looked
strange.

"They can't come," she said; and all of a sudden she burst into tears.
"They can't come," she continued, "for it would ruin me. Oh, girls,
girls, don't let me be ruined! I will be so kind to you both when I
leave school. Father has heaps of money, and I'll make him take a
country-house and have you to stay with me, and you shall ride my
ponies. Oh, please help me now!"

"She's in great trouble, poor thing!" said Maud; "but I think she is
frightening herself unnecessarily. What do you say, Mary?"

"I say this," answered Mary somewhat defiantly--"that, as we went into
the thing, we ought to carry it through; and I am sure Janet Bouverie
will agree with me. You have always been our head, Sukey, and on the
whole we have put up with you, but what I say is this--don't blow
both hot and cold. You asked the girls, and even if there is a spice
of danger--and surely the greatest part of the fun is in that very
fact--we ought to stick to our words."

"I won't--I won't!" screamed Susan. "Oh, you drive me mad!"

"Leave us, Mary," said Maud; "I will manage her."

Mary, with a look of contempt on her face, left the room.

Maud now knelt by Susan and did her best to comfort her. She did not
find her task at all an easy one. Susan, who was thoroughly selfish,
had been frightened out of her habitual self-control. There is no
greater coward than the bully, and Maud could not help wondering why
she had ever made a friend of this girl, as she knelt by her side,
patted her hands, brushed back her hair, and did all she could to
soothe her.

By and by the great gong sounded for evening prayers, and Susan, wiping
away her tears and doing her best to recover her composure, followed
Maud into the central hall. It was only occasionally, on Sundays and
on special festivals, that the beautiful little chapel, which had been
used in the olden time when Penwerne Manor was a priory, was lighted
and warmed for Divine services; but on Sundays it was a perfect picture
to see the girls and their mistresses in the lovely little place. Miss
Peacock always attended private chapel at the Manor, and many of the
girls preferred it to any other church in the neighborhood.

Now, as usual, the great hall was used, and as usual the girls
assembled. The electric light fell on their bright heads and graceful
young figures. Miss Peacock mounted the little dais and read the
evening lesson, prayed the evening prayer, and looked around her. Just
for an instant her eyes rested upon Susan. Her tear-stained face and
wretched appearance rather pleased the head-mistress than otherwise.
The same thought that filled her mind occupied the minds of many of the
girls present. Star felt inclined to pity Susan. Louisa Twining said to
herself:

"Whatever the poor thing has done--and I'm sure I don't like her--she
has plenty of heart."

And then the voice of the head-mistress rose in the stillness. After
reading a brief lesson she knelt to pray. There was generally a hymn
sung by all the girls, but on this occasion it was left out. Miss
Peacock prayed the evening collect, then pausing, she said a few words
in a solemn voice. These words startled each girl who listened to
them. They were to the effect that God in His mercy might bless the
means used for the recovery of dear Christian Mitford, who was lying
dangerously ill.

A pin might have been heard to drop in the room when the head-mistress
paused after these impressive words. She then finished her prayer and
rose to her feet. The girls crowded round her, distress in their faces.
Was it true? Was Christian really in danger?

"The doctor thinks badly of her," replied Miss Peacock. "He will stay
in the house to-night. I have sent for a trained nurse; and Jessie and
I will also watch in the sickroom. You must pray, my dear girls, you
who love Christian and admire her for many things, as all those who
know her cannot help doing; you also who have misunderstood her and
made her life unhappy"--here the head-mistress's eyes fixed themselves
for a moment on Susan's face--"all alike must pray to-night that God
will spare her life. Her parents are far away; that is the saddest
thing of all. Dear girls, 'more things are wrought by prayer than this
world dreams of.'"

Miss Peacock hurried away, and the girls slowly left the hall.

At the opposite side of the bright corridor was the refectory, but
scarcely a girl turned into it. They were all shocked and depressed.
Susan uttered a smothered sob deep down in her heart. Maud and Mary
suddenly pulled her away. They rushed up stairs, and all three entered
Susan's room.

"Now you mustn't give way. Oh, of course, we can't stand this sort of
thing much longer," said Maud.

Her words terrified Susan. "What do you mean?"

"That we ought to tell; we ought to tell what we know. We have given a
wrong impression of Christian in this school, and if she dies I shall
never forgive myself."

"You daren't tell," said Susan in a smothered voice. "If you do it will
ruin me. Oh, I know she will be better in the morning; I feel she will.
I will pray to God all night."

"Dare you?" said Mary suddenly.

"Oh, I dare--I dare anything. I know I am a wicked girl, but she
mustn't die. We mustn't let her die. God will be merciful."

The girls talked together for a little longer. Finally Mary went away,
and Susan and Maud were alone.

"I feel she will be better in the morning," said Susan. "Oh, dear, how
I shiver, and how ill I am! I do feel perfectly wretched. I wish I
might have my fire lit."

"I'll venture to break the rules for once," said Maud. "Here are some
matches. I'll put a light to the paper, and the fire will blaze up, and
you won't feel quite so miserable."

"I wish you would sleep with me to-night, Maudie. I am too frightened
to sleep alone."

"All right; I don't care," said Maud, who felt herself that she would
like some sort of company.

By and by the girls, a blazing fire in their room, lay side by side in
Susan's little bed. Maud put her arms round Susan, who kissed her.

"You don't really think she will die, do you, Maud?"

"Of course not," said Maud; "but Miss Peacock would not speak as she
does if she were not really frightened."

"And the doctor is staying here all night," said Susan. "And Miss
Peacock herself means to stay up, and she has sent for a nurse. She
must be very bad. Are you very frightened of death, Maud?"

"Yes, I think I am--a little bit. A little sister of mine died years
ago, and I saw her after they put her into her coffin. She did not look
like anybody else I had ever seen. I could not get her face out of my
head for a long time."

"I wouldn't look at a dead person for the world," said Susan. "Oh, I do
hope she won't die! I think I shall lose my senses if she does."

"She's good, you know," said Maud after a pause. "She's not a bit like
either you or me. We made her very unhappy."

"We certainly did," said Susan. "She seemed so astonished; although, of
course, what she did was----"

"What did she do?"

"I wish I could tell you; it would relieve my mind. Oh, how badly my
head aches!"

"Do tell me, dear Susy; I am dying of curiosity. I can't help it; it is
one of my failings."

"No, I won't, Maud: I could not bear it now that she is so ill. It is
bad enough to have her like this without betraying her as well."

"Of course, if you won't," said Maud, and the two girls lay silent.

Maud was anxious, depressed; her conscience was pricking her with
regard to Christian. But her anxiety and her depression were nothing at
all compared to the terrible feelings that swept over Susan's brain. If
Christian died, she felt that she could never hold up her head again;
and yet even to save Christian's life she did not believe she could
humble herself to the extent of confessing all her wrong-doing since
Christian had come to the school.

Towards morning she became drowsy and dropped off asleep. Maud had long
been sleeping peacefully by her side.

When the girls awoke little Jessie was looking down at them. Jessie's
eyes were red as though she had been crying very much. Susan started
up, her face turned white.

"Is she frightfully bad?" she gasped.

"Oh, I don't know," said Jessie. "The doctor won't say. She has been
delirious all night, and is now asleep. I don't know what to think. I
came to tell you both, dear girls, to dress very quietly, and not to
make the slightest noise. All the girls in the White Corridor are to be
moved to-day in order that she may have perfect stillness. The doctor
says that her brain is very much affected. He cannot imagine what can
have happened to her. He says she has got a terrible shock."

"Oh, dear!" said Susan.

"You don't look well yourself, Susan. Have you a cold?"

"Yes. My throat aches, and my eyes ache."

"Well, get up quietly, dear, and go downstairs. There will be big fires
in all the sitting rooms, and the boudoirs will be made thoroughly
comfortable. I am glad you had a fire last night, girls. Yes, we must
hope for the best."

Little Jessie bustled away. Susan and Maud began slowly to put on their
things.

"There is one thing at least, Maud, that must be done," said Susan as
she proceeded with her dressing. "That letter which I spoke of must
be sent to Florence Dixie. Someone must go to church. You must do it,
Maudie; you must do it for me."

"But I have a cold myself," said Maud.

"You must do it whether you have a cold or not. You will manage better
than I, or I would do it. You must go to church. No one will notice
you. You must say you want specially to go this morning. You will do
this for me, won't you, Maud?"

"I don't know. I don't see why I should do it for you."

"Why, think--think for yourself what would happen if they were to come
now. Really, girls like Florence Dixie and the Manners girls might
easily know nothing about poor Christian's illness. This is Sunday;
Wednesday will be here in no time. Think of their coming at present.
Oh, Maud! you would be expelled as well as I."

"Do you think so?" said Maud, turning pale.

"I am sure--certain of it. We should all be made examples of--we three
at least; Janet isn't quite so much in it."

"If that is the case I will make an effort," said Maud.

Susan proceeded more cheerfully with her dressing after this remark
of Maud's; and presently, their toilets completed, the girls ran
downstairs.

Then Susan, taking an opportunity when no one was looking, wrote a
brief note to Florence Dixie. It ran as follows:


    "DEAR FLORRY: You and the Manners girls must on no account come on
    Wednesday. Don't attempt it, as you love me. I can add no more.
    From your friend,

    "SUSAN MARSH."


When Susan had finished her letter she folded it up. Outside the little
three-cornered note she wrote, "Be sure you burn this when read"; and
then she put it into a small envelope, which she stuck down. A minute
or two later she had thrust her note into Maud's hand.

"Put it into your pocket, and don't fail to deliver it. Oh! it will be
a relief when you have managed this, Maud."

Maud nodded her head.

That morning Miss Peacock, contrary to her wont, did not appear at
family prayers; but Miss Forest, the English teacher, took her place.
Christian was again prayed for. The bulletin with regard to her state
was a little worse, if anything, than it had been on the previous
night. All the girls felt terribly depressed. They could not set to
their accustomed Sunday work. Susan glided to a seat by the fire in the
boudoir with a book; the others wandered here and there, not knowing
what to do with themselves. Presently Jessie came down.

"Miss Peacock says that there will be prayers as usual in the chapel,"
she said, "and she hopes that all the girls who are sufficiently well
will go there in good time."

Maud raised her head. She also was pretending to read. Susan gave her
one agonized glance. Maud rose slowly and went towards Jessie.

"Do you mind, Jessie," she said, "if I go to church at Tregellick?"

"But, my dear, Miss Peacock says that none of the girls are to go to
the village church to-day."

"Only I should like to go; I like Mr. White's preaching so much."

Miss Jessie hesitated. "Well, I'll ask Miss Peacock," she said. "You
must on no account go without her leave. She is in the room with
Christian now, but I will ask her if I have an opportunity. Does anyone
else want to go to the church at Tregellick?" she added, looking round
at the assembled girls.

Jane Price and one or two other girls said that they would like to
go to the village church; and Jessie, with four names entered in her
little notebook, went upstairs.

She presently returned to say that Miss Peacock would allow the girls
to go church in the village if they went straight there and straight
back and did not speak to anyone.

"Remember, Miss Peacock trusts you," said Miss Jessie. "She is so
distressed and miserable that she can scarcely think of anything, and
there is no teacher able to be spared to go with you this morning. She
trusts you to behave well, to speak to no one, and to come straight
home again."

"Oh, I'll take care that they speak to no one," said Jane Price.
"Appoint me the guardian of this party, won't you, Miss Jessie?"

"Very well, Jane. You are a nice, steady girl; you will see to the
others."

Jessie bustled from the room.

"Now then, you have got to obey me," said Jane, with a laugh.

A minute or two later Maud passed Susan's chair. Susan bent towards her
and whispered in her ear:

"You are a brick to have spoken out. I won't forget this to you in the
future."

Star was one of the girls who elected to go to Tregellick church. She
was too restless to stay within the grounds, and any chance of a walk
outside appealed to her.

There were six girls altogether who started off in time to say their
prayers in the little gray church in Tregellick.

Mr. White was an excellent preacher, and it was always a treat to Star
to listen to him. There were two pews in the church set apart for the
Penwerne Manor girls, and they entered these now. The church happened
to be specially full that morning. Maud, who found herself between Jane
Price and Star Lestrange, presently looked around her. It was necessary
that she should see Florence Dixie. She hoped that as they were going
out of the church she might have an opportunity of slipping a note into
the girl's hand without anyone noticing her.

Jane Price, who was the leader of the little party, would on no account
allow her to speak to Florence. But Florence was aware that she was not
supposed to know any of the Penwerne Manor girls, and she was extremely
proud of her secret acquaintance with more than one of them.

Florence and her mother, an extremely vulgar, overdressed woman,
generally sat in a pew just in front of those used by the schoolgirls.
When they got to the church Jane went into the second pew; but Maud
without making any comment, ensconced herself in the first one. Jane
wondered at this, but she nodded to her companions, and they all
entered the first of the two pews; and Maud, as has been stated, found
herself between Star and Jane.

Florence glanced round once and fixed her eyes on Maud's face. She had
not made the acquaintance of any of the other girls present, and on no
account would she pretend to know any of them. But Maud colored when
Florence's eyes glanced at her.

The service went on. The singing was better than ever. Christian was
prayed for in church, at Miss Peacock's special request, and at last
the service came to an end.

"Now, girls, let us hasten home," said Jane. "Just let us walk out, two
and two, as fast as ever we can, and glance neither to right nor to
left, and get back to the Manor in good time for early dinner."

She whispered this in a somewhat loud voice to Maud, who nodded her
head, but could not help replying:

"I wish you wouldn't talk so loud in church."

Jane tossed her head and looked angry.

"Follow me," she said.

Star, who was looking thoroughly depressed, followed quite meekly; then
came Maud. But no, she would not go now. On purpose she knocked down a
prayer-book.

"Go on," she said to the girl next to her, and the girl went on. Maud
was a long time on her knees finding the prayer-book. Presently she put
it in its place. All the girls had now gone with the exception of Maud
herself. Florence lingered, she scarcely knew why. Maud bent towards
her.

"Take it," she said, "and say nothing."

Florence covered the note with her prayer-book; and, thoroughly
relieved, and suddenly in excellent spirits, Maud left the church.

But her good spirits were not of long duration. Outside the church Star
stepped back and spoke to her.

"Why did you do that?" she asked.

"Do what?" asked Maud, considerably startled.

"Of course, I saw you knock down that prayer-book on purpose. Why did
you give that girl--Miss Dixie, I think you call her--a note?"

"I didn't," said Maud at once.

"You did. I shall tell Jane Price."

"Oh, what a horror you are!--a tell-tale and all the rest. Besides, it
isn't true."

"It is true," said Star; "I saw you do it. What is the matter, Maud?
There is a sort of conspiracy going on in our school. We are all
fearfully unhappy, and I can't conceal things any longer. I can't and I
won't."

"Oh, please--please don't tell Jane. Indeed--indeed I didn't do
anything."

"Maud, if you deny it again I will tell Jane, and this instant."

"Well, I'll say nothing."

"You must come to me to-day to my boudoir. I shall ask to have it to
myself, and only you and Susan shall come. I'll get to the bottom of
this thing. Now, you understand."

Maud put on a wry face.

"I won't talk to you any more at present; I despise you," said Star.

She ran on and joined Jane Price.

"What's the matter with you, Star? You don't look too happy."

"Nor would you be if you had a weight on your mind which was reducing
you to abject misery," was Star's response.

"Are you really so fond of Christian?"

"Who wouldn't be fond of a girl who was made ill at the school all
because she had been unkindly treated--a girl who is quite uncommon in
herself? I can't make out what is the matter, Jane. I am thoroughly
wretched."

"You look it, Star. I never saw your face so perplexed. What were you
saying to Maud?"

"Giving her a bit of my mind. I don't like her."

"I like her better than Susan," whispered Jane in response. "Well, here
we are," she added as they arrived at the well-known gates, "and I have
kept my word: no one has spoken to anyone, or done a single thing that
Miss Peacock would disapprove of."

"Oh, haven't they?" said Star to herself; but she was silent.

Just before they all went in to dinner Susan ran up to Maud. She took
her friend's hand and spoke eagerly.

"Have you done it?" she whispered.

"Yes; but I don't think I have mended matters."

"What do you mean?"

"Star saw me do it."

"Maud! Well, you really are the most awkward, most incapable--Oh, you
are a terrible girl!"

"I denied it, but she stuck to it. I just got her not to tell Jane
Price, but she means to have it out with us both this afternoon. We
are to meet her in the fourth class boudoir, and she means to be there
alone. I never saw Star so determined. I expect we shall have a fight."

"It seems to me I don't care about anything," said Susan. "I think I'll
run away. Father couldn't turn me out if I went home; only I haven't
got enough money. Have you any you could lend me, Maud?"

"To run away and leave me behind?" said Maud. "Indeed, that I haven't.
Don't be a goose, Susy; we have got to face this thing and pull
ourselves through somehow. I tell you what."

"Yes?"

"Let us confide in Star; let us tell her just everything. It's about
the best thing to do. She's the sort of girl who'd be desperate and
cruel if she were kept in the dark; but if she knew, why, she mightn't."

"And you want me to tell--me--that I opened her purse and took the bill
out, and laid the blame on Christian. You think she'll bear it."

"I don't know," said Maud. "It seems to me she'll find out whether you
tell her or not. Oh, by the way, what is the news of Christian?"

"The doctor says the crisis will come to-night. Jessie is in a fearful
state of anxiety. We have none of us seen Miss Peacock for a minute
to-day. You never knew anything like the gloom of the chapel. I cried
all the time. The other girls quite pitied me. Mr. Dalzell preached a
sermon about schoolgirls and their temptations. I think Jessie and Miss
Peacock must have been sneaking and telling him things he ought not to
know. The girls looked at me a lot. I cried harder than ever. Oh, dear!
oh, dear! what a wretched creature I am!"

"We are all wretched, it seems to me," said Maud. "The sooner we got
out of this depression the better." Susan made no reply.

The great gong was not allowed to be sounded that day, but Jessie came
to say that dinner was ready, and the girls marched into the hall.




CHAPTER XXVI

THE CLEW TO THE MYSTERY


Sunday can be the most delightful or the most wretched day in the
world. When the heart is at peace, when the sun shines brightly, and
things are going well, how sweet are the golden hours; how joyful and
tuneful does the church bell sound; how soothing and stimulating to the
highest part of our nature are the hymns and the church services! There
is rest all round, and we feel it through and through our natures.

But there are other Sundays, again, which are just as miserable. There
is the terrible ache in the heart; there is gloom over everything, and
the cessation of customary occupations but increases this tenfold.

Christian, although a comparative stranger in the school, was now the
one object of interest. She was thought of so much that there was
little or no time to remember anybody else, and but for Star both Susan
and Maud would have been allowed to have been as miserable and as
naughty as they liked without anyone remarking them.

But Star, as she expressed it afterwards, felt almost vindictive
that day. All that had gone before, and the wretched consequence of
her own act of folly and unkindness in believing that Christian was
guilty of the most disgraceful conduct, now caused her sensitive
conscience to accuse her loudly. The best way to relieve herself was
to put Christian right. She could only do this by forcing Susan and
also Maud to confess. Star knew very well that a special and very
daring rebellion was to take place in the front attic on the following
Wednesday. Its nature she had not the slightest idea of. She herself,
as she said, would no longer be a Penwernian. She would not attend
the secret meeting. But that did not prevent her from being intensely
unhappy about it. It was on account of that that Christian had broken
the rules. Christian had been sent to Tregellick and had spent her
money at Dawson's shop, and she had brought in food, and paid a bill
there. Susan and Maud and Mary Hillary and Janet Bouverie had incited
her to this act of rebellion. They were the real culprits; Christian
was little more than a tool. Ill as Christian now was the conspiracy
had not ceased to exist. There was no doubt whatever on that point.
Star did not intend to make any more fuss--she was too broken-down for
that--only she saw Maud with her own eyes knock down the prayer-book
in church. It had not been done by accident; Star's quick eyes had
detected Maud in the act. The prayer-book had been deliberately dropped
on the floor. This aroused the little girl's suspicions. She saw
Maud stoop down, and she herself was obliged to leave the pew. She
looked back. Maud had risen, and she was bending towards a vulgar,
showy-looking girl, in the pew just in front of her, the very name of
whom Star did not know; and she gave the girl something--something in
the nature of a letter. There was no doubt of it.

"It is the clew to the mystery," thought Star. "Now I will be firm. Now
I intend to be what they call cruel. It is the clew to the mystery.
I will find out. Christian lies at death's door; she is dependent,
perhaps, on me to save her life."

After dinner Star sped very quickly upstairs. She went on tiptoe. When
she reached the neighborhood of the White Corridor she took off her
shoes. Then she glided along towards the door of the sickroom. It was
very slightly ajar. Star peeped in. It so happened that Miss Peacock,
who had been up all night, and was now worn out with anxiety, lay sound
asleep in the arm-chair by the fire. Jessie was downstairs having her
dinner. Neither was the nurse present. Star could look in at Christian.
And it so happened that Christian looked back at Star; and although her
face was white as death, and there were startling great shadows under
her eyes, and although that same little face was not only white but
strangely pinched, she recognized Star, and it seemed to Star that her
eyes brightened and her lips moved in a sort of voiceless appeal.

This was enough for the little girl. Silently, without making the least
vestige of noise, she glided across the floor and up to the sick girl's
bed.

"Darling!" said Star.

Now, in all the world there could never be a more thrilling voice than
Star Lestrange could assume when she chose. And the love now in her
voice, and the pity, and the longing to make reparation penetrated
straight down to the heart of the girl who was slowly but surely
drifting out on a nameless tide.

It seemed to Christian, as she floated and floated on that deep, deep
sea, that a hand took her and passed round her and drew her back and
back. She looked up at Star, and the faintest of faint smiles awoke in
her eyes.

"I mean to put everything right," said Star again; and then she said
"Darling!" once more, and then like a feather she brushed Christian's
forehead with her lips, and then she left the room.

Christian lay motionless when Star had left her. What had happened? Was
there, after all, anything to be very sorry about? Why did she drift
and drift? The noise as of great waves was in her ears, and her heart
beat with heavy throbs. What was the matter? After all, was it pleasant
to drift out away from all the people on the shore who beckoned to her
to return? Was not her father there? And did not his eyes, and his
lips, and his whole strong presence say, "Come back to me--come back"?
And mother? Mother was beside him, and mother also said, "Come back."
And, oh, there were other friends, and they seemed to love the girl
who was drifting away, and they all said, "Come back, Christian." But
Christian said feebly--oh! so feebly that her words could scarcely
be heard even by them--"I go out; it is better to go out." And then
another voice said, "Darling!"

That voice, so piercing and strong, had a clarion note in it; and it
seemed to Christian that she stopped drifting, and that she turned, and
strong arms were stretched out, and she came back, but so slowly--so
slowly.

Little knowing what she had done, and that she had in reality saved
Christian's life, Star Lestrange ran downstairs. Her cheeks were
burning; her heart was on fire. She went straight to the boudoir.

"Girls," she said to one or two of her friends, "may I have this room
to myself for an hour if necessary?"

"Of course, Star, dear," they answered. They loved her, and would do
anything for her.

One of the girls wanted to question her, but she refrained.

"Go away, then," said Star; "there's no time to be lost."

"How is Christian now?" asked a girl.

"Don't ask me," answered Star.

She entered the pretty little boudoir, placed a couple of chairs near
the fire, and then waited.

"They will come; I know they'll come," she thought. "I will force them
to come. I'll think of them until they must come.'"

She had never been so determined in the whole course of her life
before. The fire in her eyes seemed to get brighter. After a time she
heard footsteps--lingering footsteps. Then the curtain was pushed back
and the face of Susan Marsh looked in. And Susan followed her own face
into the room, and Maud came behind her.

"There's a door," said Star briefly; "you had best shut it."

Maud shut the door.

"Now then," said Star, "I'm going to get to the bottom of this, and I
have got to be cruel if necessary. I don't mind about either of you,
even if it means that you are expelled. I want to save Christian, and
to put her into a position of honor, and I want you two to tell me just
the very truth."

Susan gave a slow laugh. "You are rather ridiculous, Star," she said.
"What do you accuse me of?"

"I accuse you," said Star briefly, "of having taken my purse when
Christian was asleep, and of having opened it and taken out the little
bill which Dawson gave Christian when she paid for the goods."

"And why, pray," said Susan, "do you accuse me of this crime?"

"Because I know you have done it," said Star.

"You are quite mistaken; I did not do it."

"Maud, do you know anything of this?" said Star.

"I know nothing," said Maud.

She did know, but she and Susan between them had resolved on no account
to tell.

"Very well," said Star. "I thought perhaps you'd tell me. I thought it
quite the best thing to do. We won't talk any more of this at present."

Susan looked at her now in some astonishment. This was a course of
proceeding that she had not expected.

"I have another thing to talk of," continued Star. "You, Maud Thompson,
went to church to-day, and you knocked down a prayer-book on purpose.
I saw you take it and fling it on the floor, and then you gave a note
to a girl--a showy-looking, black-eyed girl--who sat in the seat before
you. You did it, because I saw you."

"I did not do it," said Maud.

"All right, then; I shall go and speak to the girl herself."

"Star!"

There was an amazed cry from both girls.

"I shall go and speak to the girl herself," repeated Star.

"You can't," said Maud, with a laugh, which in spite of herself was
extremely nervous, "for you don't know her name."

"I shall find it out. I am going to her now; don't keep me."

Star brushed past the two and left the room. She was carried along on
a wave of keen excitement. It did not matter to her any longer what
anybody thought of her conduct. Susan, left behind, looked wildly at
Maud for a minute.

"I must stop this at any cost," she said. "She mustn't--she
daren't--she shan't go!"

Out of the boudoir flew Susan. In the passage she met Miss Forest.

"Oh, Miss Forest, dear, do you mind if we all go for a walk? I mean
outside the grounds."

"What do you mean, Susan? Certainly not. There are no teachers to take
you to-day. If you wish to walk, walk in the grounds. Now, don't worry
me."

"Do you mean to say positively that no girl is to go outside the
grounds to-day?"

"I do say it."

"No girl? Are there no exceptions?"

"None. What nonsense you talk! Any girl who goes outside the grounds
to-day will be severely punished."

"Of what nature will the punishment be, dear Miss Forest?" asked Susan.
"Please tell me, for sometimes I think a little punishment is worth
enduring for the sake of the pleasure."

"Really," said Miss Forest, her eyes flashing, "the insubordination
in this school must be put a stop to with a firm hand. You, I verily
believe, are the ringleader, Susan Marsh. Notwithstanding our anxiety
and the serious illness of Christian Mitford, I take it upon myself to
say that the girls who disobeys and leaves the school this afternoon
will be put into solitary confinement and not allowed to speak to her
schoolfellows for at least twenty-four hours."

"Thank you," said Susan. She dropped a little mock courtesy and ran
away.

Just at that moment Star, in her hat and jacket, appeared. Susan, who
had gone down the whole length of the corridor, now stopped to watch
what would happen. Miss Forest, terribly aroused, turned to Star.

"Where are you going?" she said.

"For a walk."

"In the grounds?"

"No," said Star. "Please--I wanted to ask your permission--please, I
want to go into the town."

"You can't go, Stella. I have just said that no girl is to leave the
grounds to-day."

"Oh, please, this is so important!"

"I can't help it. You girls think you are so wise, and you are nothing
of the sort. Walk in the grounds, and please don't argue the point. The
girl who ventures outside without permission shall have twenty-four
hours of solitary confinement. There now! I am determined; I can't
stand this spirit of insurrection any longer."

Star said nothing. She moved slowly down the corridor. At the corner
she saw Susan.

"Ah! Yah!" said Susan. "I thought I'd take the wind out of your sails."

"You have done nothing of the sort," replied Star.

She continued to walk steadily along the corridor. Presently she
reached the end. At the end was a door. She opened it and went out.
It led into the garden. Star walked quickly. Susan came and planted
herself at the door. Maud stood by Susan's side. They saw Star walk
along the garden path, then stop short and turn abruptly to her left.

"She's going to defy Miss Forest. Who will believe her now?" said
Susan. "Come, let us watch her, Maud; let us watch her."

They scampered down the path until they came to the place where Star
had turned off. They now saw Star open the wicket-gate near the lodge
and disappear on to the high-road.

"Ah, now we've caught her!" said Susan. "Now she's in for it."

Meanwhile Star, with the flame of fire which Christian's face had
awakened in her heart still blazing brightly, pursued her way.

Wrong! Of course she had not done wrong. She had done the only right
thing in all the world.

"I must bring it home to them," she thought. "The thing must be
explained. There is a serpent in our midst. I must get the obnoxious
creature out of the school."

She walked faster and faster. Presently she reached Tregellick. Then it
suddenly occurred to her that she did not know the name of the girl to
whom Maud had given the letter, so she could not get the information
out of her. But, of course, the little sextoness could tell her the
name.

As Star entered the straggling High Street of the small town she heard
the bell in the gray church-tower begin to sound again. There was about
to be a service. Star felt that she must go to church. This, of course,
was also strictly against rules, for the girls were not allowed to go
to church in the town unbidden or unaccompanied by an escort.

"As it is all disobedience, I may as well disobey thoroughly and find
out what I want to find out," thought Star.

She entered the church. Just as she did so the bell stopped. The
sextoness motioned to her to go up to her own pew, but Star shook her
head.

"Put me in a pew close to the door; and I want to speak to you
afterwards," she said to the woman.

The woman obeyed. She knew Star well by appearance, but she wondered to
see a Penwerne Manor girl out alone.

The afternoon service was short. Star watched the worshipers with
intentness. How relieved she was when she saw the black-haired,
dark-eyed girl take possession of her pew! She came in on this occasion
unaccompanied by the stout woman who had sat with her in the morning.

By and by the service came to an end. It is to be feared that Star did
not much attend to her prayers. The worshipers filed out. Star fixed
her eyes on the face of Florence Dixie. Florence was attracted by Star,
although she did not know the reason, but she was surprised to see
her, a Penwerne Manor girl, out alone. She longed to stop and speak to
her, but of course she did not dare. Star, however, had made up her
mind.

Quick as thought she followed the black-eyed girl out of church. The
girl looked back when she heard footsteps coming after her. When she
saw Star she stopped.

"What is the matter?" she said.

"I want to know your name," said Star in a polite voice. "I hope you
won't think me very rude, but I should be greatly obliged to you if you
would tell me your name."

"My name!" said the girl, with a slight laugh. "Well, I'm not ashamed
of my name; it's Florence Dixie."

Star now came up to her side.

"Where do you live?" she asked. "I am so awfully obliged to you for
telling me your name; but where do you live?"

"You must be a very ignorant girl," replied Florence, "not to know
where I live and who I am. Father is the only lawyer in the place. His
house is the big brown house that you see yonder at the top of the High
Street. May I ask your name, Miss--Miss----"

"My name is Lestrange," said Stella. "I live at the Manor; I am one of
the schoolgirls."

"Oh, of course, Miss Lestrange; I know you by appearance quite well.
You often come to church. I was surprised to see you there this
afternoon alone."

"Yes; I came out this afternoon alone. I am tired," said Star.

Quickly a thought flashed into Florence's brain; what a
tremendous triumph it would be for her to bring this charming,
aristocratic-looking young lady home to tea.

"I wonder now," she said, dropping her voice and suiting her pace
to that of Star, "if you'd honor us, Miss--Miss Lestrange. We are
having tea at home just now--high tea. And my brothers, Rufus and
Jasper--they're such pleasant boys--they're always at home to tea on
Sundays. You say you are tired. It's a good long walk back to the
Manor; would you honor us by having a cup of tea with us?"

"I should be very much obliged," said Star.

At another time such a request would have horrified her, but it seemed
to her now the only means to a desirable end.

"I am glad; mother will be so pleased," said Florence. "We all think a
great deal of Miss Peacock and her wonderful school, Miss--Lestrange."

Florence always made a slight pause between "Miss" and "Lestrange," and
at another time Star would have used her ventriloquist voice and have
said just above Florence's startled ear, "A little faster, please;"
but she was not in the mood to be funny at this moment, and walked in
silence by her companion's side.

"I know I must get her to tell me just by guile," thought the little
girl; "and it's so difficult, and it seems to get more difficult each
minute."

Presently they reached the house. Florence pulled the bell, and the
door was opened by a rough-looking, red-headed boy, who shouted when he
saw Florence; and then, as he beheld Star's beautiful, refined little
face, his own features subsided into a startled grin.

"I have brought home a young lady from the Manor," said Florence in her
most affected and mincing way. "Are they all at tea, Rufus?"

"Of course we are, Flo. And mother's ever so cross, I can tell you. You
had better take the lady upstairs."

"Well, perhaps," said Florence dubiously, looking at Star.

"Oh, please don't!" said Star; "I can't wait a minute. I can't really.
I'll just have a cup of tea, as you were so very obliging as to ask me,
and then perhaps afterwards you would walk a little of the way home
with me."

"Oh, as to that, I'm sure I'll be delighted," said Florence. "You don't
know how I have been longing to know you."

Just then the dining room door opened and Mrs. Dixie put her head out.

"Florence, you naughty girl----" she began, but then she saw Star and
changed her manner. "Oh, my dear child! you are late. And who is your
nice little friend? Welcome, my dear--welcome."

"Mother," said Florence, "this is Miss Lestrange, one of the young
ladies from the Manor. She was at church, and I have invited her home
to have a cup of tea."

"Honored, I'm sure," said Mrs. Dixie. "Come this way, miss."

She threw the dining room door open and ushered Star into a noisy
scene. Mr. Dixie was certainly not a refined-looking man. He was
sitting far back in a deep arm-chair, with one rough, spoilt-looking
little girl on his knee, and another perched upon the arm of the chair.

"Now, dad," said one of his small daughters, "I'm going to pull your
right whisker."

"And I'm going to pull your left," said the other.

When Star came in she saw Mr. Dixie having his fiery whiskers violently
pulled by the firm, somewhat dirty hands of the small girls.

"Oh, I say! let me alone and behave yourselves," he said, dropping them
to the ground.

They both set up shrieks of indignation, and Star was motioned to a
chair at the table.

"Here, Robert," said Mrs. Dixie; "this is one of Miss Peacock's young
ladies. Rufus, do clear a place; brush away those crumbs, and then go
out to Maria and tell her to bring in fresh tea."

"She's out, mother," said Rufus, not attempting to stir and not
removing the crumbs.

"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry!" said Mrs. Dixie. "We look upon it as such an
honor having you here, miss. We think an immensity of any of the Manor
young ladies."

"Miss Peacock is one of the finest, proudest, grandest women I have
ever met," said Mr. Dixie. "Have a seat, miss. Here, Rufus; go out and
bring in some more tea."

"I say Maria is out," said Rufus. "Who's to make the tea?"

"Make it yourself, and be quick about it."

Rufus caught up the family teapot and disappeared from the room,
banging the door after him.

"How is it, dear," said Mr. Dixie, turning to his spouse, "that we
always have ditch-water instead of tea on Sunday evenings?"

"Don't blame me, Robert," said the good lady. "It isn't to be wondered
at. When eight spoilt children each want the strongest and the best,
what can be left for a stranger? Florence, you might have told us that
you were going to honor us with Miss Lestrange's company."

Poor Star! she had been trying to do her best, but it seemed to her
that she was getting deeper and deeper into hot water each moment. What
madness had seized her when she had hinted to Florence Dixie that she
would like to go home with her? Already she had broken a rule of the
school--a rule just expressed when they were all in trouble, and Miss
Peacock was specially to be cared for and loved and honored. Oh, if she
might only go home again!

After a great deal of squabbling and difficulty, and a great many words
passing between one Dixie and another, a cup of tea which had been made
in the kitchen was brought in and placed before Star. Scalding hot as
it was, she drank it off, and then rose hastily to say good-by.

"I am very much obliged to you," she said to Mrs. Dixie.

Mr. Dixie accompanied her to the door; and Florence, feeling intensely
important, went with her into the street.

"I'll walk all the way back with you if you like, Miss Lestrange."

But Star by no means wished for this.

"Surely you would not be allowed to be out so late," she said.

"Oh, mother wouldn't mind. I mean, under ordinary circumstances she'd
mind very much; but I can assure you she is exceedingly proud that I
should know you. I know one or two of the girls as it is----"

Here Florence paused and bit her lips. She knew that she ought not to
have admitted that.

"I know one girl you happen to know," said Star, looking at her
intently. "Her name is Maud Thompson. She handed you a note to-day
after church."

"Oh, no, indeed she didn't!" said Florence, instantly on the defensive,
and determined, as she said afterwards to Maud, to guard her at any
expense.

"I saw her do it. I thought perhaps---- Oh, I must confide in you
a little bit. I came to church on purpose. I wanted to see you on
purpose. Please don't say what isn't true. We are in great trouble at
the Manor just now."

"Are you?" said Florence. "And do you mean to tell me? I can't tell you
how I love exciting stories. I have always pined to go to a first-class
school. Over and over again I've said to father, 'If only you would
send me to Miss Peacock's!' But father thinks Miss Peacock too much of
a fine lady; he says she's affected."

"No, she isn't," said Star. "She is a lady, that is all."

"What a nice way you have of talking, Miss Lestrange! And you are so
pretty, too! Oh, I am interested in you and your school! I don't mind
a bit what father says. He is just eaten up with jealousy; that's a
fact. If Miss Peacock would employ him as her lawyer, father would
think her the most delightful woman in the world. As it is, of course,
he is jealous. He'd give his eyes to have me admitted into the school.
He said so once; he said he'd pay double fees if Miss Peacock would
have me. Oh, I should so love it! All the other girls would be mad with
jealousy. Now, there are the Manners girls. You don't know them, do
you, Miss Lestrange?"

"No."

"Well, they're not really in our class of life at all. I sometimes
think it rather trying that I should be expected to know them. They are
the daughters of that greengrocer who owns the huge shop just round the
corner. Oh, and here they are coming to meet us! They'll want me to
introduce you. Do you mind?"

Star said she did not mind. In her heart of hearts she felt that she
could scarcely know a more vulgar or common girl than Florence.

"If you will only tell them the truth, that I came to church because I
wished to speak to you, I don't mind what else you do," said Star.

The Manners girls came up slowly. They were thin, with straw-colored
hair, very pale complexions, and small, weak-looking eyes. They were
showily dressed, and in some ways looked even more commonplace than
Florence. When they saw her they made a rush towards her. Then the
younger one drew back a little, and it was the elder Miss Manners who
came trippingly up to the two little girls.

"I have come in person to answer you, Florence. As you have got the
note--I mean the one Miss Thompson gave you----"

"Oh, hush, hush!" said Florence. She could not have grown any paler
than she did at that moment.

Star moved a step or two away from her.

"You told me just now----" she began.

"I did--I did! Don't speak to me for a minute, Miss Lestrange. I must
walk on with you just to explain myself."

"Can I endure it?" thought Star. "And yet I must, for I must find out
what has really happened."

"Of course I got the note," said Florence the minute they were alone;
"but I was not going to tell, for poor Maudie didn't wish it. Now you
know, however, you will take her back a message. Will you say to her
that I am going to speak to the Mannerses, and if we can we will comply
with her wishes? You may tell her at the same time that we don't like
people who blow both hot and cold. The sort of friends we appreciate
are those who say a thing and do it whatever the consequences. You
will tell her. Oh, I know you despise me. Some day you will understand
that a girl of my sort hasn't a chance with a girl of your sort. But,
all the same, there's some good in me. I like you just awfully, for
instance. I think you are sweetly pretty; and you have got such--oh,
_such_ an air about you! You might be anyone. I know I'll dream of
you to-night; I quite love you. You are fifty times nicer than Susan
Marsh--although the Mannerses and I thought a lot of her--or than Maud
Thompson, or than---- Oh, dear me! Miss Lestrange, I do wish you could
get me into your school. You don't know how fine you'd polish me up;
you'd show me that I ought always to speak the truth and everything
else. Can't you try?"

Florence's bold face looked wonderfully soft at that moment, and there
were actually tears in her black eyes. Star wondered she could speak to
her, and yet when she looked again she felt touched by the expression
on Florence's face.

"I am sorry for you, but I can't promise to--to help you to get into
the school. All the same, I am sorry. You could not, I suppose, let
me have that note. I wouldn't read it; I'd just give it back to Maud
Thompson."

"My dear child," replied Florence, her manner instantly altering, and
a hard, flippant tone coming into her voice, "I have not told you
anything about the note. You asked me if I had got one, and I said
'No.' The Manners girls gave me away, and I was forced to confess that
I had told a little white lie. White lies _are_ allowable, aren't they?"

"They are not," said Star stoutly.

"Well, anyhow, they are amongst my set. As to the note itself, it was
of such small consequence that I tore it up. Well, good-by. Glad to see
you another day when you come to church and want a cup of tea."

Star looked back for a moment to where the Manners girls were standing;
then she put wings to her feet and ran the rest of the way back to
Penwerne Manor.

"What did she want? How is it you have got so chummy with her?" said
Ethel Manners, turning to Florence. "You did look upset when we met
you! And didn't you blaze up as crimson as anything when we spoke of
the note! Did we do wrong to speak of it?"

"You were just horribly nasty, Ethel," said Florence. "You might have
known that when I was walking with a strange girl you two ought not to
intrude. You don't know your places, and that's a fact."

"We're every bit as good as you are, Florry," said Emma. "It was only
yesterday father said that your father and he used to chum together at
the same school, but that he had pennies in his pocket and your father
had none. Don't be a goose, Florry. Let's walk arm-in-arm. Wouldn't you
like to come in and have a bit of supper? Aunt Phoebe said if we met
you we might ask you. And there are sweetbreads for supper, and fried
liver and bacon. You know how fond you are of those things."

"So I am," said Florence; "and I had such a wretched tea. It's awfully
uncomfortable at home on Sunday; the kids make such a row all over the
house. Our servant is out, and there's no one to look after anything."

"Well," said Emma, "Aunt Phoebe looks after things for us, and she
loves something hot for supper. She's going to make pancakes, too; and
we can have toasted cheese afterwards if we like."

"Oh, yes, and we can make coffee," said Ethel. "We are going to have a
real jolly time. Will you come?--for if you don't, we'll ask Mary Ann
Pomfret."

Mary Ann Pomfret was the one girl in the whole of Tregellick whom
Florence detested.

"You can please yourself," she said. "I won't come near you if you have
Mary, but I'd love to come to you alone. Your place always seems so
comfy on Sundays."

"Then let's walk arm-in-arm," said Emma; and she ran round to
Florence's left side, and Ethel took hold of her other arm, and in this
fashion they walked up the High Street.

"I call it specially mean," said Ethel, "after we have made those
lovely cakes and prepared all those things to give Susan and the other
girls a right good time. There can be no earthly excuse in their not
having us. Just because a girl--and a new girl--happens to be a bit
ill."

"But they say she is very ill," said Florence. "She was prayed for in
church twice to-day. What do you mean to do, Ethel?"

"Go, of course," said Ethel.

"Do you really mean it?"

"Certainly I do. I'm going. Aren't you, Emma?"

"I'll do whatever you do, Ethel," replied the younger sister.

"Then I have a good mind to join you," said Florence. "You know, to
tell the truth, I'm not specially taken with Susan Marsh. I don't think
she's a bit better than we are, only she just puts on airs because
she's a Manor girl. Perhaps Maud Thompson is a wee bit better. But what
a beautiful girl that was I walked with to-day--Miss Lestrange! She
must be quite the beauty of the school. Hasn't she eyes like stars? And
such a refined, sweet little face! She's very pretty; and oh, she's
fetching!"

"She's a perfect beauty," said Emma.

"I don't say she's as good-looking as all that;" said Ethel; "but she
is handsome, and has what I call an air about her."

"She's very different from Susan Marsh," said Florence. "I could be
good to please a girl like that. I am sure she would hate our going to
the school on Wednesday."

"Did she say anything about it?"

"Not a word; only she was awfully bothered about that note. I can't
imagine why she should come sneaking round after it, as it were; but
she did, and she looked so piteous when she asked me to give it back
to her, and I had it snug in my pocket all the time. But of course I
couldn't give it to her; it would be hard on poor Maud."

"So it would," said Ethel. "Well, here we are at home now. Aunt
Phoebe will soon begin to fry the supper. I do feel starving!"

Ethel let herself and her companions into the house with a latchkey.
They passed the great shop where the vegetables were sold, and the huge
appleroom where the fruits were kept from Saturday night to Monday
morning. Up the narrow stairs they went, until at last they found
themselves in a broad, low, cheerful sort of room--a nondescript room,
with a thick red felt carpet on the floor, and heavy red curtains to
the windows, and a laughing, cheerful, blazing fire in the grate.
Florence gave a sigh of relief.

"It is peaceful here," she said. "I wish we had a room of this sort at
home."

After the girls had eaten their supper, they put their heads together
and had a long and earnest consultation as to what they were to do with
regard to the girls at Penwerne Manor. There was little doubt that they
were all intensely disappointed. The Manor had seemed to them, ever
since they could remember anything, as a sort of earthly paradise;
the girls who walked in twos up and down the sheltered, cloister-like
enclosures, the girls who came to church at Tregellick Sunday after
Sunday, the girls who occasionally rode over the neighboring moors, the
girls who went to the seashore in the summer and enjoyed themselves
bathing or in little boats in the harbor, were all girls of a superior
degree to those commonplace children in the town of Tregellick. They
adored them; they envied them. The chance of getting into their midst
was a golden and dazzling prospect, and they were intensely loath to
give it up. It was Emma at last who seemed to come to a satisfactory
decision.

"I tell you what," she said; "Susan has bound herself to receive us. We
have put money into this thing; we have arranged to bring a good deal
of the feast ourselves. Susan owes me seven and six----"

"And me five shillings," said Florence.

"And she has borrowed my best sash," said Ethel. "She said she would be
very careful of it, and let me have it back at the first opportunity."

"I wonder you lent it to her," said Emma.

"She had such a coaxing way, and she said she wanted it so badly. In
short, she made it a sort of condition with regard to giving us this
pleasure."

"Oh, never mind that sort of thing now," said Florence impatiently.
"I'll have to go back home very shortly or Rufus will be coming
thundering round, making no end of a fuss. What shall we do, girls?
That is the question. This is Sunday night; Wednesday is no way off at
all. Are we to go and enjoy ourselves, or are we to meekly sit down and
give up our bit of fun?"

"What do you think?" said Emma.

"I think we ought to go. I shouldn't hesitate a moment, only that poor
Miss Lestrange looked so pleading, and she seems really fond of the
sick girl. And if father found out by any chance that we'd been kicking
up a rumpus in a house where a girl was dangerously ill, why, he'd
never forgive me."

It was at that moment that Emma Manners came to the rescue with her
dazzling suggestion.

"Well, don't let us go," she said. "Let us invite Susan Marsh, Maud
Thompson, and the dear Miss Lestrange to have supper with us. Wouldn't
that be jolly, girls? Let us give up all idea of the attic, and invite
them to have supper with us here, and keep it a secret from everybody.
We could have a gay time."

"But I couldn't come," said Florence. "How could I manage it?"

"Easily, for we'll ask you here to spend the night. Bless you! there'd
be nothing secret about our supper. Father would be as pleased as
Punch; and Aunt Phoebe will prepare _such_ a meal! Then we'll be able
to reflect all the remainder of our days on the delightful fact that we
invited three of the Manor girls to supper, and were, in short, hail
fellows well met."

"It does seem rather brilliant, and a good way out of the difficulty,"
said Florence. "Of course, it isn't as thrilling as creeping up by the
garden wall, and getting down by a ladder at the other side, and then
sneaking up by a ladder again just under the attic window, and creeping
in, and finding the girls waiting for us and delighted to welcome us;
but it is better than no fun at all."

"What I say is this," continued Emma: "when we have succeeded in
bringing these girls here, Miss Peacock may be inclined to relax
her rule, and to allow us to join the Penwerne Manor girls at their
lessons."

"Don't you imagine that for a single instant," said Florence. "When
I talked to-day to Star--oh, bless you! I don't call her Star to her
face--she said we hadn't a chance. No, there's no chance of that; but
it would be fun to know them. Now I must be off. How is the note to get
there?"

"They always send to father's shop for vegetables," said Emma. "We'll
give a note to Joseph, and tell him to bribe their man, Edwards, to
give it into Susan's hands somehow to-morrow. Now then, who'll write
the note?"

"You'd better write it," said Florence; "you've got a better scribble
than I have."

Emma, feeling very conceited and important, seated herself by a table
and wrote the following words:


    "DEAR SUSAN MARSH, MAUD THOMPSON, AND STAR LESTRANGE" ["Don't I
    feel grand, talking to them by their Christian names?" thought the
    girl as she finished this portion of her letter, bending forward
    and squiggling her tongue into her cheek as she proceeded]:

    "We are awfully sorry we can't have our fun, but sickness has to be
    respected. We'll agree to say nothing about it if you three will
    come and have supper with us on Wednesday night. You can easily
    manage, and we'll manage to get you home without any trouble.
    You see, the ladder that you were placing for us will do for
    yourselves, and you can get in by the attic window and creep to
    bed. Anyhow, that's your affair. Our affair is that you have got
    to come or my father and Florence's father will make a shindy, and
    then there will be--oh, yes, I can't help being vulgar--the fat in
    the fire. You will come, all three of you, and have supper with us
    here; and won't we give you a right jolly feast! Your affectionate
    friend,

    EMMA MANNERS.

    "_P. S._--If you come, we'll do everything in our power to help you
    three girls to hide up the fact that you were out once in a while
    in the middle of the night."


Emma's letter was much commented on and approved of by her companions.
Finally, Florence went back to her own house, feeling that, on the
whole, supper at the Mannerses' might be as amusing and instructive and
fascinating as even the stolen feast in the front attic.




CHAPTER XXVII

GOD'S WILL


When Star reached home that evening she found the whole place in a sort
of hush. Christian was asleep, and on that sleep all her future hung.
If she awakened with her fever gone she would be extremely weak, but
with great care she might be pulled through. The doctor himself sat by
her bedside, his hand on her feeble, fluttering pulse. Miss Peacock
also was in the room, and the professional nurse and Jessie occupied
another of the white rooms just beyond. There was intense emotion all
over the house. No one thought at that moment of anyone but the girl
who lay, as it were, in the shadow of death. She was loved then as
she had not been loved during her days of health. Each girl, as she
sat with her companion, had something to say with regard to Christian
Mitford. One girl noticed how expressive were her eyes, and another
said that she looked a perfect lady. Her class-mates were unanimous,
too, in remarks with regard to her talents: she was so forward in all
her studies; she was so imaginative; she wrote such brilliant little
papers. Then her voice had such a magical quality in it; it stirred the
heart; particularly when she read.

Some of the teachers who were resident in the house also stood and
talked of the sick girl. "She would have done us credit," said Miss
Forest. Professor French said he never heard a girl of her age read
Paradise Lost as she did. He was very much impressed with her; he said
she had the dramatic quality to a remarkable degree. "Well, well, it
does seem sad!"

The teachers were evidently under the impression that Christian would
not get well; but the girls--at least the greater number of them--could
not bring themselves to believe this possible. Most of the girls had
never seen death; consequently it seemed to them that to die one must
be ill much longer, must suffer much more acute pain. They spoke in
their ignorance, but all the same they acknowledged to a frightened
fluttering at their hearts; and when one by one they stole upstairs to
bed, they crept past Christian's room as though they might meet her
ghost on the landing.

By and by Susan herself went up to bed. Star had not said a word to
Susan since her return. Susan had not dared to question as to what
had befallen Star when she went out. The act of disobedience was of
no moment just then to the girls. Star was glad of this. She was so
troubled and terrified about Christian that she forgot that she had
been disobedient; she only regretted the time she had been absent from
the house.

Susan as she went upstairs touched Maud on the shoulder.

"I can't sleep alone to-night," she said; "I should be frightened. Come
and sleep with me, Maud."

Maud got up quietly. "As you like," she said.

"Oh, dear girls!" said Jessie as they were passing the refectory, "I
know you are feeling it very much, all of you, but you mustn't break
down; that would be the worst thing in all the world. I have got a lot
of beautiful hot cocoa in jugs waiting for you. Come in and have a cup
each."

"We may as well," said Susan, who seldom or never lost her appetite.
She and Maud drank off a cup apiece of the nourishing, delicious
drink, and Susan took up a thick piece of bread and butter. A few other
girls followed her example, but the greater number shook their heads
sorrowfully.

Jessie stood by the fire; her eyes were red and sunken, and her eyelids
much swollen.

"Is she very, very bad?" said Susan at last.

Jessie gave her head a dismal shake.

"The doctor says she gets weaker and weaker."

"Is there no hope, then?" asked Maud, with terror in her voice.

"Oh, Maud! I don't know; I can't tell. All I know is that she can
scarcely be worse and live; but the doctor does say that while there is
life there is hope. That's about all."

"Oh, dear!" said Maud. She clutched Susan's hand.

They were just leaving the room when Jessie called them back.

"We are all going to pray that God may spare her," said Jessie. "There
are to be prayers at midnight in the chapel. Any girl who likes to come
will be welcome. Miss Peacock will be there, and she has asked Mr.
Dalzell to come and pray with us."

"I don't think I'd care to go," said Susan; "that sort of thing
frightens me very much."

Jessie said no more, and as Susan and Maud stole upstairs they saw
other girls standing about in knots.

"Did you hear about the prayers in the chapel?" asked one.

"Yes," said Maud.

"Are you going?" asked a girl of Susan.

"No; not for all the world," said Susan. "It would terrify me into my
grave."

She went upstairs, and Maud followed her. When they reached Susan's
room Susan turned the key in the lock.

"Now then, thank goodness we're safe!" she said. "We'll get into bed
and cover our heads up with the bedclothes, and pray that we may sleep
all night. I'm horribly frightened. Aren't you, Maudie?"

"I think I'm more sorry than frightened," said Maud. "I wish we hadn't
been so dreadful to her."

"Maud," said Susan, raising her voice to a pitch of agony, "you dare
talk of that to-night? Why, it will drive me mad."

"But why did we do it, Susan? But for that she wouldn't be so ill."

"I don't believe you. Her illness has nothing to do with us. Oh, do let
us get into bed! It is so dreadful to be up when _that_ may be coming
into the house."

"Death, you mean?" said Maud. "I never saw death."

"I did," said Susan, "when my mother died. But that was a long time
ago; I can scarcely remember it."

"I don't want to see anyone who is dead," said Maud.

"Of course, you needn't see her--I mean if she does die. I wish
father would send for us both. I have a good mind to write to him
to-morrow. This is horrible; it makes me forget even that dreadful
Wednesday. Thank goodness, Florence did get that note! But we won't
worry about that now. Isn't it a comfort that the precious immaculate
Star should have put her foot in it? She did, didn't she, when she
went deliberately and broke Miss Peacock's command--and just when Miss
Peacock was in such trouble?"

"Oh, yes," said Maud; "but I don't like thinking of people getting into
trouble to-night. I feel sort of repentant. Don't you Susan?"

"Not I."

"You are hard, Susan. Do you mean to say you are not sorry that we have
been so cruel to Christian?"

"I'm determined not to think of it," said Susan. "There now, I'm in
bed," she continued, springing under the bedclothes as she spoke.
"Let's be quick and put out the lights, and let's be quite still and go
to sleep."

Meanwhile the rest of the girls, whose whole hearts were full of
Christian and her serious illness, congregated in the chapel at the
hour of midnight. The service was short, but very impressive. It
consisted of nothing more than an earnest--most earnest--prayer from
Mr. Dalzell that God would spare the young life now hovering on the
brink of eternity; that He would do this for the sake of her parents,
for the sake of her mistresses, and for the sake of her schoolfellows;
also for her own sake.

"But perhaps," said Mr. Dalzell as he rose from his knees--"perhaps,
my dear girls, it may be the will of God not to spare the life of
Christian Mitford. It may be possible that her death may be just the
most beautiful thing for her. I understand that the crisis will come
to-night. The doctor says that she cannot continue in her present
condition many hours longer. We shall know, therefore, the best or
the worst in the morning; and even if it should be God's will to take
that bright young spirit to Himself, you will remember, my dear girls,
that there is goodness in His severity, and a Father's heart; and,
beneath the terrible sorrow, a Hand of Love. Girls, it is your first
experience--your very first--that so loving a Hand may have to deal the
blow; but nevertheless I hope you will trust in the Heavenly Father."

Star was sobbing bitterly, as were also several of the other girls.

"Go to your rooms now," said Miss Peacock. "Your attitude to-night
will be one long prayer that God's will may be done, and also that His
judgment may be tempered with mercy."




CHAPTER XXVIII

GOOD NEWS


Early on the following morning a little figure in white might have
been seen gliding from room to room all along the corridors where the
Penwerne Manor girls slept. Softly door after door was opened and the
little woman went in. She stood by the beds where the girls slept, and
touched each young sleeper lightly on the shoulder. In many cases the
girls were not asleep at all, but in others fatigue and sorrow had made
them sleep soundly. To each and all Jessie had the same message to give:

"Christian is better. The crisis is past. The doctor now hopes that she
will live."

The untold relief of her words brought a look of rapture to some faces,
and sudden tears, which joy brought forth, to others.

Little Jessie went last to Star's room. She knew that in the whole of
that house no one felt more keen anxiety than Star Lestrange. Jessie
felt that she could stay with Star for a minute or two when she had
given her message to the rest of the school.

When she opened the door Star was up. She turned quite a haggard face
towards the little woman.

"Why, Star, my dear," said Jessie, "haven't you been to bed all night?"

"No," replied Star; "I couldn't sleep. I sat by the window, and then I
knelt by the window, and then--and then---- Oh, Jessie, is she dead?
Tell me the worst; don't keep me in suspense. Is she dead, Jessie?"

"No, Star. I have good news for you. Oh, my child, don't give way!"

For Star had suddenly flung herself face downwards on her little bed,
and with arms outstretched over the bedclothes, had given way to a
burst of uncontrollable tears.

"She will live," said Star, amongst her choking sobs. "Oh! tell me what
the doctor says."

"She is better. She slept until three this morning; then she awoke
with the fever gone, looking very calm, but, oh, so weak! We gave
her nourishment by spoonfuls, and she fell asleep again. The doctor
has gone home for a couple of hours; he will be back soon after ten
o'clock. Of course, her state is terribly precarious; but now Dr.
Tarbut thinks there is every reason to hope."

"Yes, she will live now," said Star. She rose suddenly to her feet.
"Thank you, Jessie," she said.

She ran up to the little woman, flung her arms round her neck, and
kissed her passionately.

"I love you, Jessie. You know it, don't you?"

"I do, Star. And if you could only guess how I love you!"

"You love us all. You are a sort of guardian angel in the school.
Sometimes I think you are even nicer and more beloved than our dear
Miss Peacock. How is she this morning?"

"She looks bad, but she is keeping up wonderfully. The relief of this
change for the better in Christian is doing her more good than any
medicine."

"Can I do anything to help, Jessie?"

"I was going to speak to you about that, Star. There will naturally be
a sort of reaction in the school to-day. The girls suffered severely
yesterday, and Miss Peacock is the last person in the world to forget
that fact. She says that there will only be morning lessons, and even
these are to be of a very light and easy character. In the afternoon
you are all to go for drives. Miss Peacock has ordered wagonettes to
be sent round for the purpose. Then she wishes you to go to bed early
to-night. To-morrow, of course, the ordinary routine will prevail."

"That is just like Miss Peacock," replied Star.

Her face did not brighten as she thought of the programme. Again she
laid her hand on Jessie's shoulder.

"What can I do to help?"

"We don't have monitresses in this school," said Jessie, "but if you
would act as one in your own class and amongst the girls of the third
division----"

"Oh, amongst those girls!" said Star.

"Do you object, dear?"

"I object to nothing, Jessie; but you know the girls who are in the
third class--Susan, Maud, Janet, Mary. I don't like them. I have
quarreled with them now, too."

"But you will not think of yourself to-day, Star."

"Indeed--indeed I will not. Don't stay now; you have plenty to do.
Trust me to strain every nerve to help you and dear Miss Peacock."

"I will tell her so, Star. I will give her your message. I can scarcely
tell you how she trusts you. She said this morning, 'Get Star Lestrange
to help. You know how fond she is of the Sixth Form girls.' She says
that you can be more useful than any of the others to-day. You will do
your best, won't you, Star?"

Jessie left the room, and Star flung herself again on her knees. She
uttered a brief, passionate, earnest prayer; a cry of pure thanksgiving
rose from her heart. Then, finishing her toilet, she ran downstairs.

The relief in the school was intense; each girl looked softened and
inclined to be amiable. The knowledge, too, that they were to go for a
long drive was highly appreciated. Depressed spirits were lifted again
on the wings of hope; in short, the girls became themselves once more.

Lessons went on without any special interruption or any special event
occurring. No music was permitted, but the ordinary work proceeded with
ordinary satisfaction. The doctor's carriage, however, caused a flutter
in the breasts of many of the girls. Star looked at the girls of her
own class, and also at the girls of the third class. Suddenly she rose.

"He is going now," she said; "but I mean to be very bold. I mean to go
into the entrance-hall and question him."

There was an attempt at clapping hands under the tables; but at the
word "Hush!" from Miss Forest the girls refrained.

"Star, where are you going?" said her teacher.

"I want to ask Dr. Tarbut how Christian is," was Star's response.

Miss Forest's face showed that she longed to hear as much as the girls
did. She made no remark, and Star ran into the hall.

"How is she?" asked the little girl.

The doctor was just putting on his overcoat. He turned kindly towards
her.

"Why, Miss----"

"My name is Star--Star Lestrange," said the child.

"And you are anxious?"

"We are all anxious," said Star. "Please let me know the very, very
truth."

"It is this, Miss Star," said the doctor, and he put his hand on
her shoulder. "This is the very, very truth. Your friend is doing
_first-rate_. Now, remember she must not be startled; she must be kept
absolutely quiet. You must all recollect that there is a sick girl in
the house, and you must on no account do anything to disturb her rest.
She will be sleeping on and off the whole of the day, and very likely
to-morrow, and for several days to come; and if no one disturbs her,
I have not the slightest doubt that she will be quite well in a short
time. But don't forget my message to you and the other girls: no noise,
please."

"I'd cut my tongue out before I'd make any noise," said Star; and then
she flashed a grateful, beautiful glance into the doctor's face, and
ran back to her fellows.

Her news gave intense relief, and when the hour of recess came
Christian was certainly the heroine, for no one else was talked about.

Morning lessons had come to an end; there was to be a hasty lunch,
and then the girls were to start on their drive. The day was a most
beautiful one for the time of the year, and they were all in good
spirits.

Just as they were assembling in the hall, waiting for the wagonettes
to come up, one of the servants, a housemaid who had been only a very
short time at the Manor, darted into their midst and thrust a note into
Susan Marsh's hand. The teachers were not present.

Susan grabbed the note, turned white, and thrust it into her pocket.
Star had seen the transaction. She had not intended to drive in the
same wagonette with Susan; she was looking forward to a peaceful time
with Louisa Twining and some of her own special friends; but now she
changed her mind.

The wagonettes came up, and Star pushed herself to the front.

"I am monitress," she said. "Will you, So-and-so, and So-and-so"--she
mentioned a few names--"get into that wagonette?"

The wagonette was quickly filled. It drove a little way down the avenue
to wait for the others. The next wagonette came up and also received
its load of girls, and finally the fourth and last arrived at the door.

"Come along, Susan," said Star.

"What! are you going to drive with us?" said Susan.

"Yes," answered Star.

Susan got in, looking sulky. Soon the wagonette was filled. Star jumped
in last, banged-to the door, and told the driver to start.

They reached their destination, a beautiful ruin about eight miles
away, examined it to their hearts' content, had tea in a cottage near,
where such things were supplied to visitors, and finally were about to
start home, when Star went up to Susan and touched her on the arm.

"Read your note," she said brusquely.

"My note?"

"Don't be silly, Susan; I saw Ellen give it to you. Read it; I want to
know the contents."

"What possible affair is it of yours?"

"I mean to make it my affair," said Star. "You had best be quick about
it. You know I disobeyed yesterday."

"You did, and a fine row you'll get into. Oh, you immaculate girl, whom
Miss Peacock thinks so much of! I can open her eyes."

"I can explain things to Miss Peacock," said Star; "but that is neither
here nor there. I am prepared to suffer if I have done wrong. But,
Susan, my wrong-doing won't put yours right. You are in a very serious
position at this moment, and you had best let me help you."

"Help me?" said Susan. "Do you mean to?"

"I will tell you presently. Read your letter."

"I--I won't."

"Very well. Perhaps you will when I have spoken a little longer.
Yesterday evening I went home to tea with Florence Dixie."

"You did? Well, I never!"

"I had tea with her, and she walked back with me part of the way. I
asked her to tell me if you had sent her a note. She denied it."

"Of course she did, for I never sent her any note."

"Just wait a while, Susan, before you tell any more lies. Well, she
and I were talking together, when those interesting friends of yours,
the Mannerses, came up. They immediately spoke to Florence about the
note that she had received. I can bring them forward as witnesses if
necessary. That's about all for the present. Maud did deliver a note to
Florence Dixie, and I can bring witnesses to prove it."

Susan turned very white. "Really, Star," she said, "I can't imagine why
I have put up with your interference." But though she said the words in
a defiant tone, she was a good deal shaken and very much alarmed. "You
surely don't want to make mischief now," she said--"now, when _she_ is
better."

"Susan," said Star very earnestly, "do you know why I was so awfully
wretched last night?"

"Were you wretched? I didn't know it."

"Oh, Susan! I could not sleep; I could not rest. I felt--oh, I can't
tell you how I felt! But it was--it was almost like hell, Susan. And
do you know what made me most unhappy of all? It was the feeling that
if she died, you, Susan Marsh, would be in a way responsible for her
death."

"Oh, how dare you say so?"

"Yes, Susan, you would. I am not angry now; I am just awfully miserable
when I think about you. Can't you repent? Can't you be sorry? Can't
you thank God for being so good to you? Oh, if--_if_ she had died!"

Star's melodious voice, and Star's lovely eyes, and the pathos on the
sweet little face were not altogether lost upon Susan Marsh at that
moment. Without daring to tell herself so, she too had been in terror
the night before; but the difference between her state and Star's was
this--that Star was sorry because she had done wrong, while Susan was
sorry because she feared punishment.

"Read your note," said Star, suddenly altering her tone and speaking
with asperity; and Susan, contrary to her own inclination, took the
note out of her pocket and read Emma Manners' words. When she had read
the letter she handed it to Star.

"It seems to concern you too, Star," she said. "I suppose it is the
best way out. I have to explain to the girls. They have been looking
forward to something very special on Wednesday. I must tell them that
on account of Christian's illness our special feast has been deferred.
You will come, of course."

"I! What do you take me for?"

"But you will, Star; you will have to. There's no other way to keep the
thing dark."

"Do you suppose I mean to keep it dark?"

"Star! Star!"

"Do you suppose it for a single moment, Susan?"

Miss Forest's voice was calling to the girls: "Come, girls; no more
loitering. We must get back into our wagonettes and drive home or we
shall be overtaken by the dusk."

Star and Susan were obliged to postpone any further conversation, but
as Susan was getting into the wagonette she turned to her companion.

"We must fight this thing out," Susan said. "Where, and when?"

"In my room to-night," said Star without a moment's hesitation.

Susan nodded and got into the wagonette. Star was relieved to find that
she could get into another of the carriages on her way home. She sat
near her special friend Angela Goring.

"Why, Star, you don't look a bit well," said Angela.

"Angel," replied Star, "if you were going through exactly what I am at
this present moment you would not look well either."

"You are bothered by that horrid girl."

"I am very nearly as bad myself," said Star.

"You?"

"Yes; I behaved abominably to that poor child. Yesterday I did wrong
too."

"Oh! don't talk quite so loud; the others will hear."

"Then let us whisper together, Angel, for I must relieve my mind."

"Well, what is it?"

"In order to discover something about Susan, I disobeyed Miss Peacock.
She said none of us were to leave the grounds. She sent a message. I
heard the message delivered, and I went right away--right through the
garden, and down by the left walk, and out onto the high-road. I was
away for some hours, and I even had tea with one of the town girls.
Think of that! I got home rather late. Of course no one noticed."

"We were all so anxious last night. But why did you do it? I must say
you puzzle me a good deal."

"I did it; and what is more, I am not sorry. What I am sorry about is
that I ever took that cruel attitude towards dear Christian."

Angela did not say anything more for a few minutes, but from time
to time, as they were driving back through the sweet spring air, she
glanced at Star. Star's piquant face was pale; her lashes were lowered;
she looked intensely sad. Suddenly Angela bent towards her.

"Can I help you?" she asked. "Is there anything I can do? You know how
much I love you."

"And I love you, Angel." She thought for a minute. "I may want a
witness to-night," she said suddenly. "I know Jessie won't be too
particular. This is a sort of half-holiday, and we may do things we are
not allowed to do on ordinary occasions. I have asked Susan Marsh to
meet me in my room to-night. Will you be present also?"

"Certainly, if it will help you."

"It may help me. It may be wiser. I'll let Susan know, and she can
bring a friend of hers. Of course, she ought to bring Maud Thompson.
I'll take care that she does. Now, let's talk of other matters, Angel.
At ten o'clock to-night in my bedroom."

Angela squeezed Star's hand. Another girl joined in the conversation,
and to hear Star's merry laugh during the remainder of that drive, one
could scarcely guess what a weight rested on her heart.




CHAPTER XXIX

ROSE TO THE RESCUE


At an early hour on the following day there was an arrival at Penwerne
Manor. An old woman got out of a cab and entered the house. She was
accompanied by a pretty-looking little girl. This old woman was met in
the hall by Jessie.

"That's right," said Jessie. "I'm so glad you have come. Christian is
much better, and I am sure your face and the face of this dear little
girl will be the best possible restorative."

The woman gave a very respectful courtesy.

"Mind your manners, Rosy," she said to the small girl, who dropped
a courtesy in exact imitation of her relative; and then they went
upstairs.

Girls peeped out at them from behind doors not quite tightly shut, and
soon it was repeated all over the school that Christian Mitford's old
nurse had come to look after her, and that a wonderfully pretty little
girl of the name of Rosy had come to help nurse and to cheer Christian
up.

Nurse and Rosy had a room all to themselves in the White Corridor, and
Christian smiled when she saw old nurse, and allowed Rosy to kiss her
once or twice. But she was still too weak to speak much; or indeed, for
that matter, to think much.

Rosy was very much admired by all the different girls in the school,
and when a day or two had passed, and Christian still made rapid
progress towards recovery, Rose was invited downstairs.

"May we have that dear little girl to play with us?" asked Star, going
into Miss Peacock's room.

"Yes, dear; certainly. Rose is an old friend of Christian's, and seems
quite a nice child. I believe her great-aunt wants to have her trained
as a lady's-maid. Of course, I know nothing about her, except that she
belongs to that particularly nice, intelligent old woman."

"Well, a little talk with her will do us no harm," said Star; "and
perhaps," she added, "it will do Rose no harm either. She is quite as
good as some of the girls in this school, and very much prettier."

"By the way, Star," continued the head-mistress, "in the great relief
that Christian's recovery has caused, I have not forgotten certain
things that have taken place in this school. There are one or two
matters which need inquiry into. Your cheeks, my dear, are a great deal
paler than they ought to be; and your eyes, which used to be so happy
that it was a perfect pleasure to look at them, are now more sad than I
like to see them. In short, there are matters which need to be inquired
into and cleared up."

"Oh, there are--indeed there are!" interrupted Star, and she burst into
tears.

"My dear Stella, have you made up your mind to confide in me or not?"

"I don't want to be hard on the others; and then I've not been a bit
good myself," said Star. "If I could tell you everything without making
the others dreadfully wretched, I would; but please don't question me."

"The time for questions is past, Star. I just gave you that one last
chance. I mean now to act on my own initiative."

Star left the room. She stood for a minute outside in the great hall.
This was a half-holiday, and it happened to be a pouring wet day. The
rain seemed absolutely to stream from the skies; you could scarcely
see out of the window-panes. The booming of the billows outside made a
melancholy sound. The girls stood about in groups, as was their custom
during a wet half-holiday. They grumbled at the weather. Who does not?

Suddenly, however, the appearance of little Rose Latimer coming rather
timidly downstairs, wearing a dark-blue frock and a white pinafore,
caused a diversion.

"Who is that pretty little girl?" said Angela Goring.

Star, who had been standing looking as dismal as a girl could, now
brightened up.

"Oh, that is little Rosy Latimer, a great friend of Christian's. Do let
us ask her to come and sit with us for a bit. She seems so nice, and is
so pretty."

"I don't know her," said Angela. "You go and speak to her, Star."

A lot of girls were standing about in the hall. Amongst them were Susan
Marsh and her satellite, Maud Thompson. Maud now hardly ever left
Susan's side. Susan's face was gloomy, and at the same time obstinate.
She looked resolved to go on at any cost, following her own sweet
will. Maud was thoroughly subdued and wretched. The advent of Rose--a
person with fresh interests--on the scene therefore caused an agreeable
diversion.

Rose was quite ignorant of the manners of schools and the ways of
schoolgirls--at least those of the upper classes were unknown to
her--but she was being rigidly brought up by a most aristocratic old
woman, for no one could have more aristocratic ideas than nurse. She
dropped her courtesy, therefore, as she had been told to do, and smiled
with great pleasure when Star invited her to come into their midst.

"I am very much obliged, miss," said Rose, and then she dropped another
courtesy.

"You needn't courtesy, Rose," said Star. "It's a wet day, and we are
all glad to have some sort of diversion. Please, sit there, won't
you?--there, in that easy-chair near the ingle-nook--and tell us all
you can about Christian."

"What is your name, child?" interrupted Susan Marsh.

Rose looked full at Susan, and then knit her pretty brows.

"I am Rosy Latimer," she said. "And my great-aunt is Mrs. Peach; and
Mrs. Peach is, or was nurse to Miss Christian."

"How is Christian, Rose? Is she really getting much better?" asked Star.

"Yes, miss; I think so. She takes her meals, and she sleeps regular;
and my aunt says a sick person can't be expected to do more."

"You must have been very glad indeed when you were asked to come here
in such a hurry--weren't you?" asked Maud Thompson. "We were surprised
when we heard that Christian's old nurse and a little girl were coming
to look after her. We thought Christian must be very ill indeed. You
were glad, weren't you?"

"Well, miss," said Rose, who, notwithstanding her good manners, was
by no means troubled with shyness, "my aunt and me, we were more
frightened than glad. We didn't know whatever could be up. And aunt,
she cried most of the way down. She cried very near as much as she did
that time when me and Miss Christian ran away together."

"Oh, you ran away together!" said Angela.

Star suddenly laid her hand on Angela's knee as though to repress her.
Susan's face turned crimson and then deadly white. Rose, however, did
not notice the effect of her words.

"Ah, we had a time!" she said, and her eyes grew full of the
recollection. Suddenly she burst into a laugh.

"What is the matter?" said Star. "How strange you look! Why do you
laugh?"

"I am only thinking of Miss Christian and me, and the face of the woman
who looked in at the window. Oh, weren't Miss Christian brave!"

One or two of the other girls had come up, and they were now looking
intently at Rose. Star, whose first impulse it was to prevent Rose from
saying anything, to keep her silent at any cost, changed her mind.

"One moment," she said.

She sprang to her feet. Rose immediately sprang to hers and dropped a
courtesy.

"Thank you, young ladies," said Rose, "but maybe I ought to be going up
to my great-aunt, Mrs. Peach. She says I'm never to forget my manners.
I'm never to forget that I'm only a poor little girl, and that you are
grand young ladies."

"I am sure you are a very nice little girl," said Angela; "and a very
interesting little girl, too. Star, is she to go? What do you think?"

"I want to see Miss Peacock," said Star. "Stay here, Rose, till I come
back. And, Rose, don't tell any of that interesting, lovely story until
I return."

Star ran along the corridor. She stood for a moment as she approached
Miss Peacock's door.

"They wouldn't tell what they knew, and they wouldn't let Christian
tell, and perhaps Rose is going to put everything right," she thought.
"And she could give us a really unvarnished statement. She could tell
us the very, very truth."

She burst open the door of Miss Peacock's room. She did not even wait
to knock. Miss Peacock was sitting at her desk. She turned in some
amazement when Star, her eyes shining with excitement, came towards
her.

"Miss Peacock," said the little girl, "you know, don't you, why
Christian didn't come to school with the rest of us? I mean, why she
came a whole fortnight later."

"I don't understand you, Star."

"Oh, please don't be angry! You know the whole truth, don't you?"

"Certainly."

"And you resolved that it should not be told to the school?"

"I thought it best. I do not understand you."

"It wasn't best," said Star. "It is wrong of me to say so to you, but I
must say it. It was not best. Do you know the little girl who has come
with Christian's nurse to stay here?"

"A child of the name of Rose Latimer. She is a great friend of
Christian's; I sent for her on purpose. Why?"

"Miss Peacock, you gave us leave to have little Rose to play with us.
She is in the midst of a group of girls now in the great hall, and
she began of her own accord to tell that story that you didn't wish
Christian to tell. May she go on with it, and will you come and listen?"

Miss Peacock jumped up suddenly. She looked hard at Star just for a
minute; then she took her hand.

"Come," she said.

They entered the hall. At the sight of the head-mistress the girls
arose and dropped a courtesy, and looked more or less unlike
themselves, and more or less on their good behavior. Even Angela, one
of the best of girls, remained standing in a respectful attitude, and
had she been asked to speak, her words would not have come with perfect
ease.

But to Rose Miss Peacock was only just a beautiful lady without any
other significance whatever. Rose dropped a courtesy, in the correct
manner taught her by Mrs. Peach, and looked quite easy in her mind.
Miss Peacock said:

"Will someone place me a chair?"

One of the girls rushed to get one. Then Miss Peacock sat in the midst
of the group, with Star at her left hand and Angela at her right, and
she managed so to sit that she should be opposite Susan Marsh. Then she
turned to Rose.

"We are in the mood for a story," she said. "We have all told each
other our stories, and our stories are somewhat stale. They relate
to school life and school adventures. Now we want a story outside of
school life. Who will tell us one?"

"I could if you wished it," said Rose.

"We do wish it, Rose. Will you?"

"It is Miss Christian's story," continued Rose.

"Go upstairs, Rose--very, very quietly--and ask Christian--very, very
quietly--if you may tell her story to us. If she says no, you will not
tell it us; but if she says yes, then you will tell us the wonderful
tale."

"Oh! it is wonderful and beautiful and everything else," said Rose.
"Yes, I will go upstairs."

She ran quickly up the broad stairs, went down the White Corridor, and
softly opened the door of the room where nurse sat by her darling's
bedside. Christian, well enough now to be wide awake and smiling, was
listening to words from the old woman's lips.

"Now, what is it, Rosy?" said Mrs. Peach. "What's the matter with you?
You do seemed pleased about something."

"It's a message I have to give to Miss Christian," said Rose; "and it's
from the lady they call Miss Peacock."

"My word!" cried nurse. "Why, she's the lady of the school; she's the
head-mistress. She's a sort of queen here."

"What is the message?" asked Christian.

"It's nothing as is to bother Miss Christian," said nurse. "There! you
have made her cheeks quite pink. What is it, Rose? Out with it."

"They want a story," said Rose. "There are a lot of 'em downstairs.
Some of 'em are beautiful-looking young ladies, and others dull and
stupid enough. There's one I didn't like a bit. I wouldn't know her if
I had to live in the slums all my life. They all want a story just like
any other girls. They know their own stories, they say, and they want
a new one from me; and I thought I'd tell 'em the story of me and you,
Miss Christian. And Miss Peacock, the grand head-mistress, the queen of
the place, said:

"'Yes, you can tell that story if Christian wishes it. If Christian
says yes, you may tell it; but if Christian says no, you must not tell
it. You go up,' says Miss Peacock, 'and ask her now, and do it very
quietly.'

"So do you wish it, Miss Christian? Shall I tell the story? It'll
hearten 'em up a good bit; it's real prime, that tale is."

"Yes," answered Christian. She turned away as she said the words, but
there was a smile in her eyes. "Yes, it will be the way out, and a
great, great relief. Tell them, Rose, and God bless you!"

Rose rushed from the room, and the next minute appeared again in the
hall.

"Miss Christian looked sadly weak, but she'd like me to tell the tale.
She thinks it a very, very good plan," said Rose.

"Then sit here, Rose," said Miss Peacock. "Sit just here, facing me,
and tell your story exactly in your own way, just in the words you
like best to use. I am sure we shall all listen with great attention."

"If you please, Miss Peacock," said Susan Marsh, "need I stay? I have
a letter to write to my father; and my exercise for Miss Forest is not
half finished."

"Yes, you must stay, Susan," replied Miss Peacock.

"But my exercise----"

"Never mind that now. Stay. Begin, please, Rose."

"That's the girl I wouldn't know if I had to live in the slums,"
thought Rose to herself.

She turned her right shoulder towards Susan, and spoke with her face
direct towards Miss Peacock.

"It's a wonderful, wonderful story," she began; "and maybe there's
a spice of naughtiness in it--I don't say there aint. But there's
something else in it too, and that's a deal of courage. And when it
come home to the heart of Miss Christian to know that it was wrong, no
one repented more sincere than she did. And here's the tale; and she
wishes me to tell it her own dear self."

So Rosy began, and not knowing all the events that had taken place
in the school, nor the circumstances that made that story so great a
tragedy, she told it with a certain directness that made it extremely
effective. She told it very simply, too, so that the youngest and
smallest girl present could understand every word. As for the story
itself, it was very thrilling, beginning with Christian's experience
and the old attic in the Russell Square house, going on to the confab
that the two girls had when they lay side by side in Christian's
snug bed, and proceeding right up to the time when the two terrified
children pushed the old bedstead against the door that could not be
locked. That crucial and awful moment when Mrs. Carter tried to get in
at the window, and Christian boldly kept her back, was described with
such vivid realism by Rosy that one or two of the young listeners
screamed. Rosy also gave with much effect a description of the scene
when the children found themselves in the carpenter's yard. Their
terror, their despair when Christian discovered that her little bag of
money was gone, brought down the house, so to speak. Rosy herself did
ample justice to the theme. She was quite dramatic in her actions. At
times she could not keep still, but jumped to her feet and pointed out
imaginary people with her fingers. Sometimes tears rolled down her own
cheeks, and sighs and almost sobs broke the narrative. But when she
spoke of the carpenter and his mother, the tea the old woman gave the
tired and sad young girls, and the kindness of the carpenter when he
walked with them all the way to Russell Square, Miss Peacock and her
pupils were so much affected that they longed to start a subscription
on the spot for the worthy pair.

At last the whole story was told, even to that part when Miss Thompson
and nurse rejoiced and Christian was safe back again in the old home.

As Miss Peacock listened, she wondered much why she had never before
thought of bringing Rose on the scene and making her tell the story.

"Thank you, Rose Latimer," she said when a dead silence followed all
the excitement. "You have told your tale beautifully; and although it
is a tale of wrong-doing, there are fine points in it, and those who
truly repent will always be forgiven by God. Now, will you kindly go
upstairs to Mrs. Peach? Don't disturb Christian if she is asleep; but
if she is awake, say to her that we all send to her our dear love. Am
I right in giving that message, girls? We all, knowing the worst, send
our dear love to Christian Mitford."

"Certainly--we send our dearest love," answered two or three.

Even Maud Thompson had given a message. Susan alone was silent.

"She aint worthy to be even a slum girl," thought Rosy to herself.

"Yes, ma'am," she continued--and she dropped a most beautiful courtesy,
one that even Mrs. Peach would have approved of--"I will take your
message, ma'am. And I'm much obliged to all you young ladies. It has
given me a great deal of pleasure to tell the story of my darling Miss
Christian and myself." Then Rose trotted upstairs.

She entered Christian's room. Christian had little spots of color on
each cheek, and her eyes were perhaps a trifle too bright.

"They all took to it most kindly, Miss Christian," said innocent Rose.
"I told them everything from beginning to end, and I think I done it
well; and Miss Peacock said I was to tell you that they _all_ sent you
their dearest love. But there's one girl down there that I can't abide
anyhow. I don't think she sent any message, for I don't believe for a
single moment she knows even the meaning of love. But the others did.
They're precious fond of you, Miss Christian. I doubt if it was worth
running away from a school of this sort."

"Oh, it was not, Rosy! Oh, Rosy, I am _so_ relieved! They know it
all--everything?"

"Every single crumb of it, Miss Christian, darling; and I did enjoy
myself in the telling it."




CHAPTER XXX

A PRISONER IN THE TOOL-HOUSE


When the story was over and the narrator had gone away, Miss Peacock
also rose. She stood and faced the girls.

"There are here," she said, "about twenty in all. The school contains
forty girls, reckoning Christian herself. Christian cannot appear, but
I should like the remaining nineteen to come to me. Star Lestrange, my
dear, will you fetch the entire school into the hall?"

Star rushed off. Once again Susan looked as though she wished to
escape, but to do so she would have had to pass Miss Peacock, and she
knew, therefore, that her effort would be useless.

Star was not long in collecting the school, and when they trooped in
Miss Peacock remarked:

"Stand round me, my dears; I have something to say."

They collected in a group. Miss Peacock stood at one side of a wide
circle.

"My dear girls, you all know how ill Christian Mitford has been. You
know that from the brink of the grave she has been restored to us.
Had she died, I can scarcely tell you what a fearful blow would have
fallen upon us all. Not only should we have lost a dear pupil and a
brave, delightful schoolfellow, but there are circumstances attending
her illness which would have made her death a very terrible matter to
us all; for I wish to tell you now, girls, that there are some in this
school who have not acted kindly to Christian Mitford. Her illness
has been largely caused by trouble of mind. She came here expecting
sisterly affection, but from the very first she was treated with
suspicion. There are some--I mention no names as yet--who behaved with
cruelty to Christian. Had she died, those girls could scarcely know a
happy moment again. My dear pupils, it has doubtless been whispered
amongst you that Christian Mitford came to this school surrounded by a
little mystery. That is perfectly true. Something happened just before
she came to school which delayed her coming for a fortnight. Full
particulars of the occurrence were sent to me, and I thought--unwisely,
as it turns out--that it would be best not to acquaint the school
with what, it appeared to me, did not concern it. As things happened,
I was wrong. There are girls now standing before me who discovered
this mystery--I do not know how--and who made a handle of it; who
blackmailed Christian, a girl who had never before been at school, and
made her thoroughly wretched. What they did I am not prepared to say,
for a great deal has been concealed from me. But I wish to declare to
you all who are now present that the mystery is cleared up. Twenty
of you have heard Christian's story, and each of you twenty girls is
permitted to tell that story to the girls who were not present to hear
Rose Latimer's narrative. I shall have more to say by and by. For the
present my wish is that every girl in Penwerne Manor should know the
true reason why Christian Mitford was a fortnight late in coming to
school."

Miss Peacock hastily made her way through the group of girls. As she
passed Susan Marsh she stopped and looked at her.

"You can now prepare your exercise," she said, "and do as you think
fit. I think your wings are clipped," she added. "I shall have more to
say by and by."

Never before had Miss Peacock looked so dignified, and never before had
she said such bitter words as those now addressed to Susan Marsh. She
left the room and went straight to her private sitting room. There she
rang her bell, and told the servant to ask Miss Jessie Jones to come to
her at once.

Jessie appeared within a few minutes. Jessie had not been present in
the hall when Rose Latimer told Christian's story. The minute she
entered the room, however, she saw by Lavinia Peacock's face that
something had happened.

"Now, Jessie," she said, "you and I have got to clear the horizon. Next
we have got to rid the school of a most pernicious influence. We have
got to get to the very bottom of a base conspiracy. My dear friend,
this is not the hour for soft measures or kindness; this is the hour
when true kindness must be severe. My school would cease to be the
Penwerne Manor I like to think of if certain girls who have acted in a
most disgraceful manner are not suitably punished."

"Oh, Lavinia! I see you are very angry, and I don't really understand,"
said Jessie. "Of course, it is fearfully hard about our poor dear
Christian; but she is better now. God has saved her life."

"But if she had died, should you or I ever have held up our heads
again? No, my dear. I will tell you what has happened. You know little
Rose Latimer?"

"Yes; Mrs. Peach's little grand-niece--a bright, nice little girl."

"Little Rose, quite innocently, began to tell the story of Christian's
adventure before she came to us to several of the girls assembled in
the hall."

"But oh! you didn't let her----"

"Let me speak. Star Lestrange--I am really fond of dear Star--came to
me at once and asked if I would be present. I went into the hall. To
little Rose I am just an ordinary lady; she was not shy of me. I sent
her up to ask Christian's permission. The story was told. It has now
been spread throughout the entire school. Some of the girls are very
miserable; one girl is very angry. Jessie, I take shame to myself for
not having allowed the child's adventure to be known from the very
first. But now, dear, I must, as I said, take measures. Sit down,
Jessie, and tell me the exact truth with regard to the secret society
in the midst of the school called the Penwernians."

Jessie's face turned very pink; tears filled her eyes.

"Come, Jessie; I must know everything. I gave you liberty in the past;
I give you none now. Tell me everything."

What little Jessie told she did not know, nor how she told it, nor
exactly what she said; but Miss Peacock listened calmly. After a
time, going close to the little speaker, she held her hand. When this
happened Jessie felt that she could tell better than ever. Courage
came into her; she became certain that Miss Peacock was right. She had
always adored Lavinia Peacock; now she knew that harshness in the real
sense of the word could never come from those kind lips, nor proceed
from that true and generous heart. At last Jessie stopped.

"I did wrong," said Miss Peacock when all was finished. "I love you,
Jessie; you are the greatest comfort I have, but a mistress in my
position ought to know everything. In the future, dear, we will have
just as happy a time--nay, a happier time--at Penwerne Manor, but we
can never allow things to come to such a pass that an innocent girl can
be willfully tortured by her companions."

"And what about to-night?" said Jessie.

"At what hour is the feast generally held?"

"They go to bed, you know, Lavinia, apparently just as usual, and then
they slip away from their rooms. Oh, you needn't think, dear, that I go
to bed on those nights. Not I! I wait about, just hovering near, to be
certain that there is no real mischief; and when they are snug in their
beds, then I retire."

"You, dear little, patient Jessie! You have tried to act the guardian
angel; but the post is too much for you, dear. To-night I, Lavinia
Peacock, will take your place."

"Oh, Lavinia, they would be so frightened--so terrified--if they saw
you!"

"It is your impression that there is going to be a very special feast
to-night?"

"I did think so, but I am not so sure now. Some provisions were got in,
but for the last two or three days all has been quiet."

"Well, dear, to-night I will mount guard. Say nothing to anyone."

Jessie soon afterwards left Miss Peacock's presence. She felt so upset,
so terrified, at what she considered her betrayal of her darling girl
that she had to retire to her own room, and did not even appear at tea
time. The girls, however, were all too excited to notice her absence.
Christian was the heroine of the hour.

Next to Christian, Rose took the highest place. Wasn't she pretty?
And wasn't she stanch and true and faithful? And wasn't the adventure
itself quite a grand sort of affair? And wasn't Christian really brave?

"To think that I should ever have doubted her bravery!" thought Star.

As Star thought in a very penitent way of her own conduct in the past,
a hand was put on her arm, and looking up, she saw Maud Thompson by her
side.

"Star, I do wish you'd come and speak to her. She's in the
bowling-alley, and she's crying just like anything. She wouldn't come
in to tea. She says she hates everyone in the place."

"Do you mean Susan?" asked Star.

"Yes--oh, yes! Do come to her! I think she respects you if she respects
anyone."

Star thought for a minute. The rain was still pouring. To get to the
bowling-alley she had to run down a sidewalk which was dripping with
moisture. Turning her skirt over her head, she ran quickly, followed by
Maud. Susan was standing where an eave from a neighboring tool-house
slightly protected her. Her handkerchief was pressed to her eyes; she
was bending forward. As Star drew near she heard her very audible sobs.

"Are you sorry, Susan?" said Star.

"I sorry? No. Go away; don't torture me."

"Oh, Susan! I said I would bring her, and you said you'd listen to her.
Here's the key of the tool-house. Let's open it and go in. We must say
something to comfort you, Susan. I am an awfully bad girl, but I am
sorry for you."

"No one is sorry for me," said Susan.

"Oh, yes, someone is. I am, and so is Star."

"If she is going to repent, I'll try and be sorry," said Star. "Are you
going to repent, Susan?"

"No, I can't--I won't. There's nothing to be done. I must go to those
girls to-night, and you must come with me. I am crying so because
everyone has forsaken me, for Maud doesn't wish to come."

"Of course you are not going, Maud," said Star. "You will just stay
with me; yes, you will."

"No, no; I won't forsake her," said Maud. "Everyone else has. I told
you, Susy, that if you went I would go with you; but I wish you'd give
it up. We are certain to be discovered."

"I suppose we are," said Susan, suddenly stopping her tears and looking
full at Star. "I suppose you have told. I always knew you would."

"I have not told yet."

"Then, you mean to tell?"

"Yes, I mean to tell."

"You are certain?"

"Yes, I am; I do mean to tell."

"When?"

"Before you go out at midnight and disgrace us all. I shall certainly
tell."

"Then you won't, so there!" said Susan.

She suddenly pushed Star forward. There was a step, down which the
little girl tumbled. Before she could recover herself she was firmly
locked into the tool-house, and Susan and Maud were running back to the
house.

"It was awfully mean of you," began Maud. "I didn't think, bad as you
are, that you'd do it."

"Yes, I did it. You have promised to come with me. She is locked safely
in now. She may scream as loud as she can and not a soul will hear her
there. I will let her out again if I come back. Perhaps I'll never come
back. Perhaps I'll stay with Florence Dixie. I could write from there
to my father. I couldn't get into greater disgrace."

"Then if you stay I'll stay too," said Maud "But, oh, Susan, I do think
you are wicked!"

"Never mind now; come upstairs. Let us keep out of the way of all the
others. We'll have one last fling--one last bit of fun."

A few of the Penwernians were scattered about. One of them came up and
spoke to Susan.

"Do you know where Star is? I want her."

"I am not her keeper," said Susan roughly.

"But what about our feast to-night? Are we to have it?"

"I was going to speak about that," said Susan, recollecting herself.
"As that precious Christian Mitford, about whom everyone is making such
a ridiculous fuss, is still very ill, we had best not risk matters. The
feast is therefore postponed for another week."

"I am glad," said the girl. "I begin to hate the Penwernians."

Susan walked away.

"Now then, Maud, buck up and be cheerful once again. We will account
for Star's absence, and you and I will have a jolly time."




CHAPTER XXXI

MIDNIGHT AT THE GREENGROCER'S


The rest of the day passed quietly. Miss Peacock, contrary to her usual
custom, appeared at late supper that evening. She took the head of the
longest table, and looked from one girl to another. She noticed that
some were missing, amongst them Susan Marsh, Maud Thompson, and Star
Lestrange. She was not surprised at the absence of the first two, but
the absence of the younger girl caused her heart to sink even lower
than it already was in her breast.

The meal proceeded and came to an end; prayers followed, and then the
greater number of the girls dispersed for the night.

It was about an hour later when Miss Peacock, accompanied by Jessie
Jones, went upstairs. They entered the White Corridor very softly. The
door of Christian's room was a little ajar, and Miss Peacock was afraid
of waking her. By and by she came to the foot of the stairs. All was
quiet.

"I am sure they are not there to-night. I am sure we needn't go any
farther," whispered Jessie.

"I think we will go upstairs to make all safe," was Miss Peacock's
answer.

So Jessie, who knew the trick of the door, pushed it open, and without
anyone seeing, they went up the creaking stairs and entered the wide
front attic. Here all looked peaceful and orderly. Miss Jessie gave a
sigh of relief.

"Now, Jessie," said Miss Peacock, "will you go downstairs? First of
all, go straight to Star Lestrange's room and ascertain if she is safe
in bed; then proceed to Maud Thompson's room and do likewise; and,
finally, visit Susan Marsh's bedroom. Be quick, dear; and if by any
chance you find that those three beds, or any of them, are vacant, go
to my room and fetch me my cloak and galoshes. Be as quick as you can."

"Yes," said Miss Jessie.

She nodded her head. She felt terribly anxious. She even felt a fierce
desire, unlike herself, to follow the trail, to bring the culprits to
justice. Yes, if they were wicked enough to do what Miss Peacock feared
they had done, they ought to be punished. Things must have come to a
sad pass when Jessie could feel like this, but those certainly were her
sensations. Lavinia was angry--dear, noble Lavinia. Whatever she said
and did must be right.

While Jessie was absent Miss Peacock walked round the attic. In one
corner she saw a basket filled with provisions. They none of them
looked too fresh, but they were certainly there. Near the open window
lay a piece of paper. Miss Peacock picked it up, and saw that it was an
untidy-looking envelope, with "John Manners, greengrocer, High Street,
Tregellick," printed across the top. Why should this envelope lie on
the floor of the front attic? She put it carefully into her pocket.
Then thrusting her head out of the window, she saw a ladder, which
reached from the ground beneath to within a few feet of the window.
Miss Peacock panted slightly when she saw this; her eyes grew bright
and hard, and her face looked unlike itself.

Just at that moment Jessie entered. She was carrying Miss Peacock's
warm cloak on her arm, and Miss Peacock's galoshes were in her hand.
She herself wore a bonnet and cloak.

"They're none of them in their beds," she said. "I don't know what we
are to do."

"We will follow them," said Miss Peacock.

"Follow them? How?"

"They have left the attic by means of a ladder. Look out, Jessie; you
will see for yourself. It is not necessary for us to use it; we will go
by the front door. Jessie, think how severely Lavinia Peacock ought to
blame herself for making this thing possible."

"No, no, Lavinia; it is my fault. You will turn me from the school
after this."

"I blame myself alone," said Miss Peacock.

The ladies left the attic, ran downstairs, and let themselves out.

"They have certainly gone; but where?" said Jessie.

"I found one of our greengrocer's envelopes on the floor. It may give
me a necessary clew," said Miss Peacock. "Anyhow, we will visit John
Manners this evening. Come along, Jessie. We shall reach the house in a
quarter of an hour."

How the rain did pour! How tired Jessie felt! How fast Lavinia walked!
How stern was her face when Jessie caught a glimpse of it!

By and by they reached the High Street. The place appeared at first to
be in total darkness, but presently they perceived a cheerful light
streaming through closed blinds.

"I was right; they are here," said Miss Peacock. "Oh, Jessie! to think
of Star--to think that she could have done it. It cuts me to the heart."

Poor Jessie had not a word to say. She adored Star, but even she could
not defend her favorite at this moment.

Miss Peacock suddenly pulled the bell. Presently Manners appeared.
He had been smoking in his kitchen. He thought it great fun to have
the young ladies enjoying themselves with his daughters upstairs. But
when he saw Miss Peacock he stepped back and grew very pale. He had
certainly not reckoned on the head-mistress of the school appearing in
person to demand her runaway scholars.

"Some of my young ladies are in your parlor," said Miss Peacock. "I
am obliged to you, Manners, for treating them so hospitably, but the
hour is too late for my girls to be from home. I have come to take them
back. With your permission I will go upstairs at once."

"Shall I announce you, ma'am?"

"You will oblige me by remaining where you are. Come, Jessie."

They pushed the little greengrocer aside and went upstairs. The fun was
at its height. Miss Peacock softly opened the door. She saw Florence
Dixie holding her sides in convulsions of laughter, while Susan,
lying back on an old Chesterfield sofa, was clapping her hands at the
attempts of the two Manners girls to dance an Irish jig.

To attempt to describe the confusion, the amazement--nay, the
despair--which filled the faces of two of those girls when they caught
sight of Miss Peacock would be impossible. Maud gave a bitter cry and
fell on her knees. A cloud came over Susan's face; she stood upright,
her hands hanging to her side.

"The fun is up, girls," she said, turning to her companions. "Let's put
out the lights and go home."

Making hysterical efforts, she tried to blow out one of the candles;
but Miss Peacock came up and took her hand.

"Come, Susan; recollect yourself. Don't give yourself away more than
you can help. Come home with me this moment."

"Florence, you said you'd keep me," said Susan.

"Oh, but I can't, really!" said Florence, who showed the despicable
character of the true coward when difficulties arose. "Father would be
wild if he knew. Please, Miss Peacock, understand that father knows
nothing of this. It was just a little fun of our own. I wouldn't
shelter one of your girls against your will for the world."

"Oh, you're a nice friend," said Susan--"a friend to be proud of!"

"I'll take you home, Susan. And, Maud, you can follow with Jessie."

Miss Peacock's face was calm and cold; her words came out like morsels
of ice. She went downstairs at once. Susan put her hat on as fast as
she could, and Miss Peacock herself stooped to tie her cloak round her
neck. Then they started on their way home. Maud and Jessie, absolutely
speechless, followed them. Once Maud tried to say something, but she
was interrupted.

"Don't, don't! It is best to let her have her own way now. Oh! you have
cut her to the heart, and she is such a dear--so noble."

The moment they reached the hall Miss Peacock said:

"There are three girls absent from their bedrooms to-night. Two of them
are here, but where is Stella Lestrange?"

Then Maud fell on her knees.

"I don't expect you to forgive us. We----"

"Don't screen me," said Susan. "If I am bad, I am at least not ashamed
of it. I was determined to have that frolic. I hate your close ways. I
hate everything about this school. I want to leave to-morrow; I can't
go away too soon. But I was determined to have my frolic to-night.
Star was equally determined that we should not go, so I locked her up
in the tool-house. Maud was forced to help me, but she didn't approve.
You needn't scold Maud. When she is with good girls she will be all
right; and I shall leave in the morning."

"Where did you say you locked Star up?" said Miss Peacock.

"In the tool-house."

"Thank you."




CHAPTER XXXII

THE TRIUMPH OF GOODNESS


Early--very early--on the following morning, those girls who happened
to be awake might have heard sounds of wheels on the gravel sweep
without the house. They might have heard hurried steps going down the
corridor; and had they chosen to rise from their beds and look out of
the windows, they would have perceived a lady and a girl get into a
cab. They would have seen some boxes being put on the roof, and the
cab, with the lady and girl inside, leaving the place.

When school did resume its ordinary functions on that unhappy day Miss
Forest read prayers; and when prayers were over she said quite simply:

"Miss Peacock will not attend school to-day; and Susan Marsh has left.
Matters will be explained to you to-morrow."

So the day dragged on. Star's face was very white; her head ached. She
had taken a bad cold in the tool-house.

As to Maud, she shrank into a corner.

"Of course, I shall be dismissed. I can't expect Miss Peacock to keep
me any longer," was her thought.

Late that evening Miss Peacock returned; and on the next morning, when
prayers were over, she asked the girls to remain.

"I have a few words to say," she remarked. "I have a very painful
matter to explain to you all. Girls, one of your schoolfellows has, I
grieve to say, been removed from the school. I am most unhappy about
her, but in justice to you all I could not allow her to remain here
any longer. Not only did she sin against the rules of rectitude and
honor and honesty in this place; not only did she willfully disobey
my wishes; but she did not repent. I do not think, girls, that there
is any sin a schoolgirl could commit that I should not forgive if
repentance followed. But this unhappy girl has not repented. I was
obliged to take her back to her father, and a terrible and most bitter
scene we had together. What he will do with Susan in the future I do
not know; but as far as Penwerne Manor is concerned, she has left it
forever."

A cry came from the lips of Mary Hillary.

"Her companions," continued Miss Peacock, looking full at Maud and also
at Mary, "will understand that underhand ways are to be altogether
abolished in the school; and because the Penwernian Society has led to
evil and not good, I wish to announce here that there will no longer
be such a society in the school. As to you, Maud Thompson, have you
anything to say? If so, come forward. You at least, I know, have
repented."

"Oh, I have! I am bitterly sorry. I know that you won't keep me. I
can't expect it. I was led by Susan. I feared her; I was so weak.
I loved Star all the time, but I didn't dare to go with her, for I
dreaded Susan Marsh so much. I was deceitful; I did what Susan told
me. I have nothing more to say, except that I am bitterly sorry. I
suppose," added Maud, the tears streaming from her eyes, "that you will
send me from the school."

"What is the wish of the majority?" asked Miss Peacock, glancing round
at the other girls.

"Oh, Miss Peacock," said Louisa Twining, "if she is sorry----"

"Yes, Louisa?"

"If she is sorry," repeated Louisa, "and would consent for a little bit
to be my friend--I mean, if she would sit in my boudoir, and I might
get her to share some of the interests in my life--would you?"

Louisa's delicate face changed from white to pink, and then from pink
to white again.

"Would I what, Louisa dear?"

"Would you give her a chance?"

"Louisa!" said Maud.

She ran up to her side. She fell on her knees, clasped Louisa's long,
white hand, and kissed it with passion.

"Will you be responsible for her, Louisa?"

"Maud, look at me," said Louisa.

Maud did look up.

"I think I may safely say that I will."

"Then she shall be your child for the remainder of this term. You
will teach her what things are right, what things are honorable,
what things are of good repute. And now, girls, let us turn from an
unpleasant subject. It is necessary sometimes to weed what is really
bad out of life, out of school. I would have kept Susan Marsh had it
been possible. As it was impossible, those who believe in prayer will,
I hope, pray for her that God may show her the error of her ways. She
has gone, and with her the misery, the discomfort, the prying, the
unkindness, which such conduct as hers could not but promote. Christian
Mitford is out of danger, and I hope that ere long she will be among
you again. She has been far from good; but who is perfect? If she did
wrong, Star, there were moments when you might have been more generous,
kinder, less inclined to think well of yourself. Each of you girls who
stand before me must own to weaknesses as well as to virtues. I think,
my dear girls, that the virtues do preponderate; and I think in the
future there will be no school in the whole of England that will be a
happier one than Penwerne Manor."




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