AN UNEXPECTED MEETING
"I CANNOT help feeling rather nervous about to-morrow," said Violet,
on the afternoon prior to the day on which Helmsford College was to
reopen. She and Ann were sitting by the drawing-room fire, and the
conversation had been growing very confidential.
"You need not," Ann returned encouragingly, "for I assure you you will
not have to go through a very trying ordeal. Miss Orchardson will say
a few words to you, then she will hand you over to a governess and you
will be examined on various subjects, after which you will be classed.
I am very hopeful that you will be in my class. It will be nice to be
doing the same work, won't it?"
"Very. Have you an especial friend at school, Ann?"
"No. I am not quick at making friends. Father says I require a lot of
knowing before anyone understands me."
"I think you do," Violet allowed; "I have known you a week, but I
don't think I quite understand you, yet."
Ann laughed, and coloured as she replied:—
"I daresay not; and I don't think I quite understand you, Violet.
You are rather reserved."
"Reserved!" echoed Violet, in astonishment. "Oh, I am not that!
At home they always called me outspoken. In what way do you consider
me reserved?"
"You don't tell me all I should like to know about your home. Perhaps
that sounds inquisitive, you look as if you think so, but I should be
so interested to hear more about your sisters and brothers. They must
miss you dreadfully."
"They do," Violet admitted, a tender smile creeping over her pretty
face, "especially Ruth." Her hand moved towards her pocket as she
spoke, and she produced therefrom a letter which she opened.
"I received this from Ruth this morning," she said, "I will read it
to you, if you like, but I expect it will surprise you. Would you like
to hear it?"
"I should, indeed. But are you sure you wish to read it to me?"
"Oh, yes! I don't mind—I mean, you may as well hear what Ruth has
to say, for you're sure to find out all about them at home sooner
or later. You know my home is not like yours. Oh, it's not unhappy,
no indeed! But there's no one to manage things; mother tries, but—oh,
I can't explain! Listen to this, then perhaps you'll understand what I
mean." And Violet proceeded to read aloud:—
"MY DEAREST VI,"
"Mother intended writing to you this evening, but she has one of her
bad headaches and has gone to bed early to try to sleep it off;
she sends her fond love to you and says I am to tell you with what
pleasure we look forward to your letters. The Reeds must be very kind,
good people, and I like what you have told us of Ann; she must indeed
be very different from Agnes Hosking—by the way, Madge tells me that
Agnes Hosking has not returned to Miss Minter's this term."
"I don't think there is much news—much good news that is. We have had
a most trying day. Barbara fell down the kitchen stairs this morning
with a tray of breakfast things, and, though she wasn't much hurt,
which is a great blessing, the china was all smashed. It wasn't her
fault that she fell, she wasn't careless; Frank had left a ball on the
stairs, and she unfortunately slipped her foot on it. Poor father did
not come home from the office till four o'clock this morning, and the
noise of Barbara's fall disturbed him—he got up after that and went
out without having any breakfast, and mother cried and spoke crossly
to Barbara, who said she'd leave, but she didn't mean it."
"It seems to me everything has gone wrong to-day, I think it's often
the way when the morning begins badly. We had a nice leg of mutton
for dinner, at least it ought to have been nice, but it was so
dreadfully underdone, and father could not wait to have it put back
in the oven, as he had an engagement to keep; so we had to eat it as
it was or leave it, and we left it. Father didn't say much about it;
but I have quite made up my mind, Violet, that I will help Barbara
with the cooking, I have told mother so and she agrees."
"In the middle of the afternoon the Vicar called, and Barbara showed
him right into the sitting-room without any warning—she ought to have
remembered that we were airing the clothes, which had just come back
from the wash, but she forgot. The Vicar was very nice, as he always
is, but I am sure he must have noticed that mother had been crying;
however, she cheered up, and talked about you and explained how kindly
and generously the Reeds are treating you. He wouldn't hear of my
getting him any tea—I was relieved at that for I was afraid Barbara
might not have thought of getting boiling water in readiness."
"One thing I think you will be very glad to hear, and that is that it
is quite decided I am to have drawing and painting lessons. I am so
pleased about it myself. I mean to work my hardest, and then perhaps
some day I shall be able to earn money and help father; meanwhile,
I'm going to try to get things in less of a muddle at home. I am
afraid that will be very difficult."
"We are all pretty well, and father's cough has not returned. Oh, Vi,
I do miss you so much, especially when bed-time comes. The last few
nights Madge has slept with me, and I expect she will continue to do
so. Mind you tell me how you get on at Helmsford College; it will be
very strange for you, at first, to be in such a large school. Write
soon, dear Vi, to your ever loving sister,"
"Ruth."
"There!" cried Violet, as she returned the letter to her pocket and
glanced quickly at Ann to see the impression it had made upon her.
"What do you think of it?" she asked.
"I think I wish I had a sister like Ruth to write to me,"
Ann answered, smiling; "I am sure you two must be very fond of each
other."
"Oh, indeed we are! Ruth is such a dear girl."
"I am certain she is, and unselfish, isn't she? Yes, I thought so.
What a good thing your servant wasn't injured when she fell
downstairs, she might have been killed."
"And then it would have been Frank's fault. Boys are so careless and
thoughtless, at least ours are. I suppose other people's boys would be
made to pick up their toys, but Frank and Billy leave theirs about
everywhere. Barbara must have been very cross to say she would leave;
I am glad she is not going, for I do not know how they would manage
at home without her now. She suits us, she does not mind muddling
along—oh, Ann, what you must think of us! But, there, you don't know
what it is to keep only one servant."
"No," admitted Ann, "but mother does. She was one of a long family,
and her father—he was a curate—could only afford one servant, but she
says their home was always very comfortable. Thank you so much for
reading Ruth's letter to me. I suppose she is fond of drawing since
she appears so pleased at the thought of taking drawing and painting
lessons?"
"Yes, that is her forte; but she is not clever in anything else—except
in housework. She helps Barbara in many ways."
Ann nodded comprehendingly. She was looking into the fire with
thoughtful eyes, and Violet wondered what was passing through her
mind.
"Do you know, Ann, that your father is going to allow me the same
amount of pocket money as you get?" Violet asked by-and-by. Then,
as her companion quietly assented, she added: "He says I may spend it
just as I please."
"Of course, Violet. I do, and neither mother nor father ever question
me how I spend it."
"Do you think Dr. Reed would mind if I sometimes send part of it
to Ruth?"
"Certainly not. The money will be your own to do as you like with it,"
Ann responded quickly, her grey eyes deepening and darkening as they
always did when anything pleased her. Her sympathy, ever on the alert,
had gone out to Ruth as Violet had read her letter. "I spend my pocket
money to please myself," she proceeded; "sometimes in one way,
sometimes in another."
"You gave Malvina Medland money to buy coal, didn't you?"
"Yes, but I didn't know you noticed it, you are very sharp, Violet.
Poor Malvina! It is dreadful to have no fuel in cold weather, and I
suspect there was not much in the Medland's house to-day."
"Malvina did not appear to mind."
"She never complains. It is not her way to do that, but I do not
suppose she feels less on that account. Did you notice how clean her
home was? She takes a pleasure in keeping it so. Oh, here's mother!"
Mrs. Reed, who had been paying a round of calls, now entered the room,
and, a few minutes later, afternoon-tea was brought in, and the girls'
confidential chat was at an end.
On the following day Violet was duly installed as a pupil at Helmsford
College, and, much to her gratification, found herself placed in the
same class as Ann; but, what was her astonishment when, on
scrutinising the countenances of her other class-mates, she saw the
familiar face of Agnes Hosking. For a moment she could scarcely
believe the evidence of her own eyes, but they had not deceived her.
Agnes was no less surprised than Violet at this unexpected meeting,
and she seized the first opportunity which presented itself of
speaking to her, explaining that she herself was a boarder at
Helmsford College, and demanding to know how Violet came to be there.
Violet answered her somewhat reservedly, merely saying that she was
living with friends in Barford, for she was most undesirous that Agnes
Hosking should be made acquainted with the circumstances under which
she was an inmate of Dr. Reed's house. Agnes immediately saw that
there was something Violet was wishful to hide; however, she kept that
discovery to herself, and said she was glad to meet an old friend.
After that Violet felt obliged to introduce her to Ann; but she took
care to explain to Ann, subsequently, that she held no very high
opinion of Agnes Hosking.
"I wish she was not here," she said, with a sigh, a worried expression
settling on her face; "she will be sure to tell the other girls all
about me—how poor we are at home, and—and other things."
"What will that matter?" asked Ann, looking surprised. "She cannot say
anything against you. A great many people are poor without being able
to help it."
"But she thinks so much of money, and once she called father
'a newspaper hack,' I was so indignant, and so was Ruth when I told
her."
"I should think so!" Ann exclaimed, with a flash of her grey eyes.
"I know how I should feel if anyone spoke in a disparaging tone of my
father."
"I daresay Agnes will speak of father as 'a newspaper hack' to the
girls," Violet said, "it would be like her to do it."
"Never mind. If she does I shall make it my business to tell them what
a clever man he is;" Ann declared, "and they will believe me. Don't
let the thought of anything she may say trouble you, Violet, for a
girl like that will have very little influence over anyone you would
care to make your friend; besides, she seems inclined to be friendly
with you herself, so why should she wish to disparage you or your
family?"
"The worst of it is one cannot trust her. She is very spiteful, and if
I annoyed her in any way she would do her best to pay me out for it."
"Well, then, beware of her," advised Ann, "but don't be afraid of her
all the same."
Violet laughed, and said she would not; nevertheless she was anything
but easy in her mind about Agnes Hosking, and determined to keep on
good terms with her, if possible. She thought a great deal of the
opinion people held of her, and she had hoped to figure at Helmsford
College as the companion and friend of the prosperous doctor's
daughter, not as the child of a struggling journalist, and she feared
she would be disappointed. The presence of Agnes Hosking had
overshadowed what would otherwise have been a very happy and promising
day.