In a number of G. A. A. girls as large as this it was natural that Betty
Lee should have contact with a good many outside of her own class. Lucia
looked her up and her new satellite, Mathilde, was not far from Lucia;
but one junior and one senior girl remained in Lucia's neighborhood at
the start of the hike home. Mathilde's fall and incidents of the hike
out had been related to Betty while she ate her luncheon and were
enlivened by Dotty's comments. Betty, however, was not disturbed by any
of the little undercurrents. She wasn't jealous of anybody, didn't hate
anybody, the sophomore part of the hike had been a success and the whole
thing was great fun.
Mathilde still carried Lucia's alpenstock on the way back and used it
with great effect. She seemed in a happy mood and the only remark which
might have been considered to carry a sting was one made when Betty
waxed enthusiastic over hearing a meadow lark. "Oh, listen!" cried
Betty. "The birds aren't all gone yet by any means, and if there isn't a
dear old meadow lark singing in the sunshine!"
Lucia looked interested and followed Betty's glance, trying to find the
bird. But Mathilde laughed. "Oh, yes. Betty Lee's from the country and
knows the birds!"
Betty said nothing, but a junior girl remarked, "Well, then, let me
stick to Betty on this hike. We study those things in the Girl Reserve
camp. Are you a 'Girl Reserve,' Betty?"
"Oh, yes. I joined last year, but I don't belong to the same group in
high school that you do, of course."
"No. We've been watching the fall migration and gathering some of the
fall wild flowers for botany class, too."
"I'd like to do that," said Lucia. Mathilde tossed her head and looked
disgusted, saying something about there being such a "fad for nature
study."
"It's more than a fad," said Lucia. "It's good for you to get outdoors
more, and then it helps your country to look after the birds and wild
flowers. I don't know much about your American birds and flowers and
trees, but I could learn, perhaps."
"Oh, that would be lovely, Lucia!" cried Betty. "I don't know much, but
I can tell you a little when we take the hikes. You'd soon get ahead of
my small knowledge, though."
"Girls," said the junior, "I'm going to have a party Hallowe'en night
and I'd love to have you come. I'm getting it up rather suddenly, but
there are a few sophomore girls that I want. Will you be one of them?"
"Thank you," said Lucia. "I will ask Mother."
"I'd be delighted," said Mathilde.
"It's so good of you," smiled Betty. "I think I can come. Some of the
girls were talking about a sophomore party, but I don't see how we could
get up such a big affair on short notice."
"I wouldn't try a class affair," pleasantly advised the junior. "I'll
call you up, perhaps; but if I don't you will understand, I hope. I'm
sending out some funny invitations and suppose you just give me your
addresses now, though I _could_ look it up in the directory, of course."
Addresses were scribbled on scraps of paper, which was all any of them
could muster, it seemed. The invited guests were naturally wondering
what they would be expected to wear, though Hallowe'en customs gave them
a pretty good idea. "What sort of a party is it?" asked Mathilde, "a
costume party?"
"Yes. Wear anything you happen to have, and a mask, of course. We'll do
the usual things, indoors and out if it isn't too freezing cold by that
time. We've an attic and a basement and I'm going to use both for
stunts."
"How jolly!" Betty's face brightened with her happiest enthusiasm, and
the junior, Marcella Waite, was glad that she had invited her, privately
thinking Betty a "dear."
Betty was wondering if Marcella was one of those who wanted Lucia in a
sorority, according to the ideas of Dotty and the rest. Oh, wasn't life
nice with so many mysteries and good friends and everything and plenty
of things to do! She would probably meet a number of the older girls at
this party. It would have been more than human not to be pleased at
notice from the juniors. But of course it was probably on account of
Lucia. She needn't plume _herself_ upon it.
They had played a few games before starting back, but to walk back five
miles and arrive in time for lunch, even a late one, precluded a long
stay at the picnic grounds. Besides this was a _hike_. It was about
ten-thirty when Betty received her invitation. The girls strolled along,
not caring much whether they made any "record time" or not. This would
be their last hike, they supposed, while the country was still so
pretty.
Chet, who had asked the privilege of "seeing Betty home" with much fun
and nonsense, had gotten separated from her group and was seen in the
distance with Carolyn and Peggy. Kathryn was nowhere in sight.
And now they had reached that wild stretch through which the early
hikers had come and where Carolyn, Peggy, Lucia and Mathilde had rested,
on one of the hills. That one they avoided but crossed the little stream
on stones recently provided by the hikers. Lightly they jumped from one
to the other, balancing uncertainly on the log which was left by former
waters, turned from its proper position, as Marcella said. "There must
have been a big current here," said Marcella, "to move that old thing
that's been here for years!"
"There ought to be some flowers along the little stream, ought there
not?" asked Lucia, whose English was often a bit formal.
"I think those frosts were pretty bad on the wild flowers, Lucia,"
replied Marcella. But Lucia was strolling up stream along a low bank
lined with bushes, and the other girls followed her. Betty heard another
meadow lark and turned to follow with her eyes the course of a hawk that
flew from a dead tree back from the stream. "That's a marsh hawk," she
said, turning to Lucia, only to find Lucia rising with an exclamation
from where she had been stooping close to Betty. She held up her hand,
looking at it. "I've been bitten!" she exclaimed. "What sort of snakes
do you have here, Betty?"
"Oh--a lot of them, most of them harmless!" said Betty, startled, but
not wanting to frighten Lucia, who was white, yet with her lips pressed
together in perfect self-control. She whipped out her handkerchief
hastily. "We must make a tourniquet at once. Let me wipe this off--and
I'll suck out the poison, Lucia. I did once when Doris was bitten."
Betty's memory went back to one awful experience alone in the woods with
Doris.
"You will not," firmly replied Lucia. "It is dangerous for you might
have some broken spot in your mouth. Reach in my pocket, Betty. I carry
stuff for this sort of thing. Mother told me to bring it."
As she talked, Lucia, though white and trembling, was squeezing the
wound, now bleeding a little, while Betty shakily was tying the
handkerchief about Lucia's wrist, just above the scars and stooped for a
stick to draw it tightly. Marcella, meantime, was at hand without a word
and reached in Lucia's pocket instead of Betty.
"Look out!" cried Lucia as when Betty stooped there was a rustle in the
grass and something long and slim darted across the little path between
the thickly lined stream and other bushes at this point. It all happened
almost too quickly to describe. Betty recoiled, Marcella snatching the
little stick from her hand and not losing a minute in tightening the
bandage or tourniquet.
"Lucia--I saw it! I think it's only a garter snake!"
Betty gave one quick glance at Lucia, seeing that Lucia herself was
pouring something from a tiny vial into the wound. The snake was lying
under the fallen leaves, Betty thought, where a maple tree had been
shedding its brown and golden foliage. There was a stone of good size at
the very foot of the tree and this Betty seized, standing a moment to
locate the snake if she could. She thought that she detected a slight
movement under a pile of leaves and launched the stone, stepping back
immediately after to pick up a branch, thick and broken, that also lay
fairly near.
But the stick was not needed then. The stone, to Betty's own surprise,
had hit the mark. There was a great whipping of leaves for a few
moments. In spite of weeds and other growth Betty could see the pattern
on the little snake, not so long after all--oh, thanks be--it was a
garter snake! Betty had dreaded its being either a rattler or a
copperhead. There were what the boys called vipers, too, she had heard.
How sensible of Lucia to have come prepared!
"You've got it, Betty," said Marcella with excitement. "It's only a
garter snake, Lucia--I'm sure. How do you feel?"
"All right," said Lucia, though her pale face did not bear testimony to
her words. "I ought to have used my knife to open up the place a little.
You do it, Marcella! No, you'd hate to hurt me, wouldn't you?"
Bracing up with her words, Lucia drew a little pearl-handled knife from
her other pocket and carefully enlarged the punctures made by the snake.
She paid not a bit of attention to Betty or the struggles of the snake
caught by the stone.
Betty, who had seen Dick kill snakes but had always felt rather sorry
for the snake and had never killed one herself, was bracing herself to
finish what she had begun. But when she cleared away the leaves with her
stick and could see the results of her throw, she saw that the stone had
crushed the snake's head and that the demise would not take long.
Nothing more was necessary and she turned from the painful sight to
Lucia, who had succeeded in what she had attempted. My, but Lucia was
brave!
"I can't be sure, girls, that that was the snake that bit me," said
Lucia, "so I'll just do everything, just as if it were something very
poisonous. There isn't any of the venom that's very good to get into
your system, I imagine. Can we sit down somewhere?"
The girls helped Lucia to a spot safe and clear where the hill began to
rise. None of the others were in sight, though it had been only a few
minutes since they had separated from several of them. Mathilde, to be
sure, was there, but useless.
"You feel all wobbly, I know, Lucia," said Betty, her arm around Lucia,
who sat without a word, though her brows were drawn together in a frown.
"Yes, yes. It is painful. Betty, you could loosen the tourniquet now,
I'm sure, and suppose you tie it again a little higher up."
"Oh, I wish we had some way of getting you home," said Marcella. "I'll
watch and hail somebody. Lean over on Betty, Lucia."
Marcella was afraid that Lucia was going to faint. But that did not
happen. "I do feel a bit sick, Marcella, but I never fainted in my life
and I'll not begin now. I can walk home. It isn't so much, but not being
sure what sort of a bite it is, I've had to hurt myself more, you see.
I'd rather look for flowers and birds, Betty, than for snakes. I thought
I saw a flower under the leaves and stooped for it--and found a snake
instead!"
"Oh, it's just too bad--your first hike and everything!" Betty was
loosening the tourniquet and making ready to put it on again. Marcella
had run around the hill.
Presently two girls made their appearance and Marcella came back. "We'll
make our way over to the road, Lucia. I've got a guard stationed to stop
any automobile that looks as if it were being driven by anybody
safe--nobody that would kidnap us for ransom, I mean. Come on, if you
think you can walk as far as the road."
"I could walk all the way home, Marcella," said Lucia, smiling for the
first time. "There is nothing the matter with me but a scare. Wait till
I take a look at that snake!"
By this time Betty dared push the stone off the snake's head, and they
all regarded it. They all agreed that it was a "big garter snake,"
though Lucia remarked that she could tell better about its belonging to
the dangerous group if she could have seen the shape of the head. "But
it's shapeless now, poor thing," said Betty. "You did a bad thing for
yourself, snakey, when you bit Lucia!"
"It was only protecting itself," said Lucia.
"What was that medicine, Lucia?"
"I don't know how Mother fixed it, but I heard her ask Uncle if he kept
any permanganate of potash crystals, and when he said no, she sent to
the drug store. She wrapped this bottle in cotton and told me not to
lose it. I had full instructions what to do if I got bitten by
a--rattler, I believe. Mother makes a lot of fuss over me!" Lucia closed
her remark rather apologetically, but the other girls were far from any
critical thought. The Countess Coletti had "fussed" to some purpose this
time. If it had been a diamond-backed rattlesnake! And perhaps it wasn't
the garter snake that had bitten Lucia. Mathilde now kept bringing that
up with little sympathetic remarks like, "It is such a shame, Lucia! I
do hope that it will prove to be nothing serious. I don't think that it
_could_ have been a rattlesnake, do you, Betty?"
Mathilde had screamed and run to a safe distance before she knew what it
was all about. Cautiously she had approached to see what had happened
and ran again as Betty started after the snake. Again she had tried to
come up and be sympathetic, but could not stand it to see the wound. "I
faint so easily, girls," she had said, weakly, when the knife came out.
"I'll have to go away."
"Well if there's any fainting to be done," Marcella had said, "don't do
it here!"
But the girls scarcely thought of Mathilde at all until it was all over
and she sat down by Lucia on the hillside. Alas for Mathilde, and she
had wanted to join the sorority to which Marcella belonged! Yet Mathilde
had not been trained to courage or helpfulness and was not altogether to
blame for her inefficiency on this occasion. It had been a difficult
situation, when speed was a necessary element and knowing what to do
another.
"I looked out for the stick," said Mathilde, handing the alpenstock to
Lucia, who took it with a smile.
"I'm glad you did," she replied courteously. "No, Betty, with this I'll
need no help. I'm getting along famously now and don't feel sick any
more. Come on."
They made their way to the little dirt road and walked slowly toward the
city, relieving the guard, as Marcella put it. The other girls hurried
on, promising to send back any conveyance that they might come across,
provided it were possible to engage it. "Don't take the trouble," urged
Lucia.
But when they had walked about a mile further, Lucia was not sorry when
the Allen car with Chauncey and Kathryn came speeding toward them.
Without a word Lucia climbed in, smiling her welcome. Marcella, Mathilde
and Betty followed, Betty asking Kathryn how it happened.
"One of the girls went to a house and telephoned," replied Kathryn.
"Chauncey had just gotten home after taking the things Miss Fox wanted
brought back to wherever she wanted 'em. He picked me up on the
way--some of us were just getting into town, and so we're here. Now tell
me, are you all right, Lucia?"
"Yes; just tired from being scared. I wonder why the girl didn't
telephone for our car."
"Afraid of scaring your mother, she said," Kathryn replied. "We'll take
you right up home."
"I want Betty, too, please," said Lucia. "Will you come?"
"Of course I'll come," said Betty, though wondering how she would get a
chance to telephone her mother.
It was Betty's first near look at the beautiful Murchison place when
Chauncey drove in and stopped at its impressive front, but Betty had
other thoughts and dreaded the coming interview with the countess.
Perhaps she would not be at home, however, and that would be worse.
A butler admitted the two girls, though Lucia did not ring and hurried
through the hall and up the stairs. "I need you as a shock absorber,"
said Lucia in a low tone, a half smile twisting her lips, and Betty made
a low response. But Betty thought that she would not enjoy being a shock
absorber and felt none too comfortable. Still, she thought to herself,
the important thing was to make sure that Lucia was "all right."
It was an uncomfortable few minutes for sober Betty when Lucia entered a
large and beautifully furnished sitting-room upstairs and found the
countess there. Briefly Lucia told Countess Coletti what had happened
and said that she had followed directions. "The girls were lovely,
Mother, and I brought Betty along to tell you better how the snake
looked."
The countess rose in some excitement and went directly to a low table on
which the telephone apparatus stood. She tapped her foot impatiently
while she waited for the operator to put her in touch with a doctor,
whose presence was requested and the reason told him. Then there
followed a busy few minutes of directions to Lucia and maids or persons
of some sort, and when Lucia was ordered to her room, Betty rose from
her chair to go.
"Mother, can't Betty stay to lunch with me?" asked Lucia, protesting. "I
asked her to."
"Oh, but," began Betty, but the countess turned to Betty, whom she had
scarcely noticed, with a charming smile. "Another time, Lucia. Thank
you, Betty Lee, for everything. Now I must see to Lucia," And Betty
understood that she was dismissed. That smile would make everything seem
all right, thought Betty, as she was courteously bowed out by a solemn
butler. "I imagine that Countess Coletti tries that on the count times
when she is having her own way! But she can certainly do things!"
So ran Betty's thoughts, for Betty was learning to be an observing
little person, though ashamed of herself when her observations were the
least unfriendly. No car but the street-car waited for Betty, but she
took one after quite a walk and went home to tell her mother and the
rest all about the "latest excitement" and to enjoy a delayed lunch.