THE MOST TRUTHFUL CHILD IN SCHOOL
IN the early morning the schoolhouse was a quiet place, and there Miss
Virginia Smith went to study. No one knew why she worked so hard,
though Marian often wondered. It was her delight to please Miss Smith,
and when the teacher waited several mornings until a certain mail train
passed and the letters were distributed, Marian offered to stop at the
post-office and get the mail.
"Are you sure you won't lose anything?" asked Miss Smith.
"Sure," promised Marian. "You go to school early as you used to do and
I'll bring your letters when I come."
Usually the postmaster gave Marian something to carry to Miss Smith,
and all went well until a few days before school closed. Elizabeth
Gray called for Marian that morning and together they went to
the post-office where they waited on tiptoe for the postmaster to
distribute the mail. There was one letter for Miss Smith, a thin,
insignificant looking letter.
"That's nothing but an old advertisement," declared Elizabeth; "it
wasn't worth waiting for."
"I guess you're right," agreed Marian, "see what it says in the corner.
What's a seminary, anyway? Do you know?--'Young Ladies' Seminary.' Some
kind of a new fashioned place to buy hats, may be, come on."
"Yes, let's get started before the Prior kids and the Perkinses catch
up with us. I can't bear that Tommy Perkins."
"We could play De Soto if we had a crowd," suggested Marian. "You and
I could be the head leaders and the Priors and the Perkins could be
common soldiers."
"How do you play De Soto?" asked Elizabeth. "I never heard of it."
"You've heard of De Soto, the man that discovered the Mississippi
River, I hope."
"Of course, he's in the history."
"Well, Elizabeth, I've been reading about him in one of Mr. Golding's
books about early explorations and I knew in a minute that it would be
fun to play De Soto on our way to school. Now, I'm De Soto."
"No, I'm going to be De Soto," insisted Elizabeth.
"You don't know how, Elizabeth Jane Gray, and you didn't think of it
first. All right, though, you be De Soto if you want to. What are you
going to do? Begin."
"You always want to be the head one in everything, Marian Lee. You
needn't think I'm Tommy Perkins!"
"I don't, Elizabeth, I think you're that brave Spaniard Moscoso who
was leader of the soldiers after De Soto died and was buried in the
Mississippi River where the Indians couldn't find him. But if you want
to be De Soto, go on, only I don't believe you know a thing about him
except what the history says. Well, you're De Soto."
"You'll have to tell me what to do, Marian."
"I guess not, Miss Elizabeth, if you're De Soto you ought to know."
Elizabeth walked on in silence for a few moments until seized by an
inspiration. "I'll be De Soto to-morrow morning," she remarked; "it's
your turn first, of course, because you thought of the game. I'm--who
did you say I am, Marian?"
"You're Moscoso, one of my officers, Elizabeth. Well, I'm De Soto and
I have had wonderful adventures in my life. I was with Pizarro in the
conquest of Peru and I went back to Spain rich, rich, rich. Now I am
the Governor of Cuba and Florida and not long ago I had orders from
Spain to explore Florida. Of course, Moscoso, you remember all about
it, how we left Cuba with nine ships and landed at Tampa?"
"I remember it, Soty, just as well as if it was yesterday," and
Moscoso, laughing merrily, swung his dinner pail in a perfect circle.
"Don't laugh, Moscoso, at serious things," continued De Soto; "and I
think you really should call me Governor and I'll call you General.
Well, General, we sent most of our ships back to Cuba, and now we're
searching for gold in Florida, not in our little State of Florida, but
the big, wide, long Florida that used to be. Now, Elizabeth, we'll
play wander around for three years, living in Indian villages winters
and camping out summers and having fights and discovering new birds
to write to Spain about and having all kinds of adventures, until we
get to that big ditch at the four corners and that will have to be the
Mississippi River, and we'll cross it. We can tie our handkerchiefs to
sticks for banners.
"Let's play all the trees are Indians and all the little low bushes are
wild beasts. The fences will do for mountains and I guess we'll think
of other things to play as we go along. We'll have trouble with our
soldiers, of course, they always do when they are hunting for gold. All
these fields and woods, no, not woods, forests, I mean, are what you
call the interior. Dandelions and buttercups will be gold that we steal
from the Indians. We'll be awfully disappointed because this isn't a
gold country like Peru, but we will take all there is, and I think we
had better talk some about going home to Spain. Of course I don't know
I'm going to die of fever beyond the Mississippi and you don't know
you'll have to go back to the coast without me. I wish we could talk a
little bit of real Spanish, don't you, Elizabeth?"
"Hush," warned the General from Spain. "I hear Indians. Let's play the
wind in the trees is Indian talk, Marian."
"Sure enough, Elizabeth, we must advance cautiously, General Moscoso,
they always 'advance cautiously' in the books, or else 'beat a hasty
retreat.' We won't dare play retreat or we'll never get to school. Oh,
they're friendly Indians, General, how fortunate."
De Soto had crossed the Mississippi when he grew pale as death and
suddenly deserted his followers. The banners of Spain trailed in the
dust. "Elizabeth Jane Gray, where's that letter?"
Two little girls gazed at each other in dismay.
"Have you lost it?" gasped Elizabeth.
"If I haven't, where is it?" asked Marian.
"Can't you remember anything about it?" Elizabeth went on, "when you
had it last, or anything?"
"No, I can't. Let's go straight back over the road and hunt. I must
have dropped it and perhaps we may find it if we look. I can't believe
it is really lost. Oh, Elizabeth, what shall I do if it is? I adore
Miss Smith and what will she think?"
"She won't think anything if you keep still, Marian; the letter was
only an old advertisement, anyway."
"Oh, dear, dear, dear!" wailed Marian. "This is dreadful. I don't see
a thing that looks like a letter anywhere. I am going to climb a tree
and look way off over the fields." Although the children searched
faithfully, they could not find the letter.
"We'll hunt at noon," suggested Elizabeth, deeply touched by Marian's
distress, "and if I were you I wouldn't say a word about it."
"But Elizabeth, what if she asks me if there was a letter?"
"Fib," was the response.
"It's enough to make anybody, Elizabeth."
"You'll be a goose, Marian, if you own up. I won't tell on you and the
letter didn't amount to anything, anyway. Let's run for all we're worth
and get there before school calls if we can. Sure's we're late she'll
ask questions."
Just as the bell was ringing, two breathless little girls joined their
schoolmates. Their faces were flushed and their hair was tumbled.
Miss Smith smiled when she saw them, but asked no questions. Noticing
Marian's empty hands, she said evidently to herself, "No letter yet!"
"You're going to get out of this as easy's pie, just keep your mouth
shut," whispered Elizabeth.
"I shall have to tell," groaned Marian.
"Don't be silly," Elizabeth advised.
During the morning exercises Marian determined to confess no matter
what happened. When the chart class was called to the recitation seat
she raised her hand and was given permission to speak to Miss Smith.
Marian didn't glance towards Elizabeth Gray as she walked to the desk.
Elizabeth had never stolen cookies. "Miss Smith," said Marian, "you
had a letter this morning and I lost it."
"You dear child, I am so glad you told me," and Miss Smith who had so
often insisted that a school-teacher must never have favorites, put her
arms around the little girl and kissed the soft, brown hair. "Now tell
me what was printed on the envelope if you can remember."
Word for word Marian described the letter.
"It is the one I was expecting," said Miss Smith, and while the chart
class waited, their teacher wrote a letter, stamped it and sent it to
the post-office by Tommy Perkins.
Two days later, Marian carried Miss Smith a letter exactly like the one
she had lost. Miss Smith read it, smiled and asked Marian to stay after
school.
"You're going to get your scolding at last," predicted Elizabeth. "I
told you not to tell."
At four o'clock the children trooped out and flew down the road like
wild birds escaped from a cage, leaving Marian uneasily twisting her
handkerchief while she waited for Miss Smith to speak. Nothing was
said until the sound of childish voices came from a distance. Then Miss
Smith looked up and laughed. "Can you keep a secret for a few days,
Marian?" she asked. "Come here, dear, and read the letter you brought
me this morning."
Marian read the short letter three times before she asked, "Are you
going?"
"Going," echoed Miss Smith; "that is the position I have long wished
for, Marian. Only think how I shall enjoy teaching botany and English
in a boarding-school. You see what they say, Marian, they want an
immediate reply or it will be too late. If you hadn't told me about the
letter you received the other day, I should have lost the position. I
imagined what the letter was and sent for a copy. If you hadn't told me
the truth, Marian, only think what a difference it would have made!"
"I just have to tell the truth," said the little girl.
"I believe you, dear, I never saw a more truthful child in my life."
"Would you dare say I am the most honest child in school?" asked
Marian, a sudden light making her face beautiful. "Will you write it
down and sign your name?"
"Well, you are the queerest mortal," exclaimed Miss Smith, but reaching
for a piece of paper and a pen, she wrote this:
"Marian Lee is the most truthful pupil in my school.
"VIRGINIA SMITH, Teacher."
"It's for Uncle George," Marian explained. "He told me to try to
do something better than anybody else and I haven't done it. He's
coming for me Saturday and please do ask him to send me to your
boarding-school. He has often talked about sending me away to school,
but I used to be afraid to go and made a dreadful fuss, and then I had
diphtheria."
Uncle George arrived on Friday in time to have a long talk with Miss
Smith before she left on the evening train. Had Marian known the nature
of their conversation, she might not have cried so bitterly when the
hour of parting came.