place quite frequently, and they were hardly looked forward to more
eagerly by the children than they were by old Malcolm and Jessie, who
delighted to see the little girls on horseback, and were always on the
watch to meet them and receive a kind word.
"I know who I think will have the best piece of work," said Lily,
one day after school, when the little girls were discussing the
arrangements for the fair as they prepared to go home.
"Who?" asked Gracie quickly. "Maggie, I s'pose. You always think Maggie
and Bessie do every thing better than anybody else."
"Well, and so they do," answered Lily, unwilling to allow that her
favorite playmates could be outdone in any thing by another,--"so they
do; but it's not Maggie this time."
"Who then?" asked Dora.
"Nellie Ransom," said Lily. "Have you seen her mat?"
No: none of the others had seen Nellie's mat; but now curiosity was all
on tiptoe, and a general desire to see her work took possession of the
class.
"Bring all your works to-morrow, and let's see which is the best," said
Lily.
"Gracie's is, I know," said Hattie.
"If you have not seen the others you _don't_ know," said Lily.
Hattie whispered something to Gracie and laughed; but Gracie still wore
the displeased look she had put on when Lily declared Nellie's work
must be the best.
For, during the whole of the last year, Gracie had been nourishing an
intense and bitter jealousy of Nellie Ransom. As has been said before,
Nellie was by no means as quick and brilliant a child as Gracie, but
she was more persevering and industrious, and so made up for the lack
of natural talent. She was the only child in the school who could keep
up with Gracie in several studies, such as composition and arithmetic;
and in all they learned these two generally stood in advance of the
rest.
And to outstrip Nellie, to be always the _first_, the _very first_ was
Gracie's great ambition. She believed herself to be by far the wiser
and cleverer of the two, but she was anxious that every one else
should acknowledge it also.
A year ago, when Miss Ashton's uncle had offered a prize for the best
composition,--the occasion to which Mrs. Howard had referred when
warning her little daughter against jealousy of Maggie Bradford,--the
chances had seemed to lie between Maggie and herself; but to the
astonishment of every one, Nellie's composition had proved the most
deserving, and taken the much-coveted prize.
Since that time Gracie's wish to excel Nellie in all things had known
no bounds, and it is really to be feared that she was rejoiced at heart
when her painstaking and industrious little schoolmate missed in her
lessons, or failed in any work she undertook.
So now the fear that Nellie's mat should prove to be more neatly worked
than her own took complete possession of her, for it was not only the
desire to be first, but the desire to outstrip Nellie especially, that
filled her heart and made her envious and jealous.
It was agreed that Nellie, Gracie, and Dora should each bring her mat
to school the next morning, so as to compare their work and see which
was likely to bring the highest price.
Accordingly this was done, and the children all gathered early, anxious
to decide on the respective merits of the three pieces of embroidery.
All were well done, neatly and evenly worked; but there could be no
doubt of it, even to Gracie's unwilling eyes,--Nellie Ransom's was
somewhat the best. It was really astonishing for a child of her age.
She was naturally handy with her needle, and had taken so much pains
with this mat that it would have done credit to a much older person.
The simple pattern was straight and even, and the stitches of the
filling in lay in neat, regular rows, the worsted smooth and unfrayed,
and not a speck or spot of any description to be seen upon the whole
piece.
Gracie's was very nearly a match for it; indeed, had the two pieces
been looked at separately it might have seemed that there was nothing
to choose between them; but laid side by side and closely compared,
Nellie's would certainly bear off the palm.
"Why, Nellie," said Dora, whose own work was by no means despicable,
"how beautifully you have done it. I don't believe a grown-up lady
could have worked it better. I know Mrs. Howard will say it's the best."
Quiet Nellie colored and dimpled with pleasure. Praise was pleasant to
her, as it is to all; but, although she would have been glad to have
her work pronounced the best, it was with no overwhelming desire to
outdo her companions. Nellie did her very best, but when another did
better, she could be content with the feeling that it was not her own
fault that she was excelled, and was ready to sympathize with her more
fortunate classmate.
"That will be priced ten dollars for certain and positive," said Lily,
holding up the mat and regarding it with admiration. "It is lovely,
Nellie. They are all very nice, 'specially Gracie's, but yours is the
best."
"It's not a bit better than Gracie's," said Hattie.
"Don't you encourage Gracie more than she deserves," said Lily
admonishingly. "She's pretty nice, but don't you puff her up too much."
"I know something about you," said Hattie teasingly.
"Well, know away," answered Lily scornfully. "You're always knowing
something about somebody; and you want me to ask you what you know
about me; but I don't want to know, and I'm not going to have you say
some of the girls said hateful things of me. Besides--oh! I forgot; I
b'lieve I was rather _anti-politing_;" and Lily, who was about to say
that Hattie always made things seem worse than they were, put a check
upon her saucy little tongue and turned once more to Nellie.
One might have thought that Lily had worked the mat herself to see her
pride and satisfaction in it.
"Dora has done more on hers than Nellie and Gracie," said Belle.
"Their two are pretty nearly the same. Let's see; Gracie has only
two more rows done than Nellie; no, Nellie has two more done than
Gracie--oh!--why--this is Gracie's, isn't it? I can hardly tell them
apart, they are both so very nice."
For, handing the mats about from one to another, the same mistake
occurred more than once, Gracie's being taken for Nellie's or Nellie's
for Gracie's, and they had to be held side by side before they could
be distinguished. The children laughed and thought this rather funny;
and it gave Gracie some hope that hers might be judged to be the best,
after all. She would take more pains than ever.
The thought of the mats and of outdoing Nellie was so busy with her
that she did not give her usual attention to her lessons that morning;
and, as the consequence, lost her place in the spelling-class, and was
in a peevish humor for the rest of the day.
Fresh cause of displeasure befell her at the close of school, when
Miss Ashton said she thought it as well that the May Queen should be
chosen soon.
"Oh! we want Maggie, of course," said Lily.
"Maggie again?" said Miss Ashton, smiling.
"Yes'm," said Belle. "Maggie is used to it, and she makes the prettiest
queen, so we'd rather have her; wouldn't we, girls?"
There was a general murmur of assent, save from two voices.
"Why don't we make some one else May Queen this year?" asked Hattie.
"We might have Gracie."
"Hattie," said Lily, endeavoring to make her voice of reproof one of
extreme mildness, "as you have not been so very long in the school, it
would be better if you let the old inhabitants be the judges."
"Well, anyhow, I don't see why Maggie always has to be May Queen, and
when she don't go to the school either," said Gracie pouting, and
leaning back against her desk with a discontented air, till, catching
Miss Ashton's eye fixed sadly and reproachfully upon her, she hung her
head and looked ashamed.
"Be-cause," said Lily with emphasis, "she's the prettiest child of our
acquaintance. Not all the prettiness of all the rest of us make up
one-half Maggie's prettiness, and she's not one bit vain or stuck-up
about it either; and if she and Bessie don't just belong to the school,
they belong to us, and so it's just the same. Whoever wants Maggie,
hold up their hand."
Up went every hand at once, save those of Gracie and Hattie, and
presently Gracie's followed the example of the others, though half
unwillingly.
"Now," said Lily triumphantly, "that's voted, and for ever after let
him hold his peace."
The last allusion was perhaps not exactly clear either to Lily or her
hearers; but it was thought extremely fine, and as having clinched the
matter without farther argument. Miss Ashton laughed, and asked if Lily
and Belle would undertake to let Maggie know that she was elected May
Queen, which they readily promised to do.
But the next morning these two little friends returned to school,
and told their astonished and disappointed classmates that Maggie
positively refused to be May Queen. Why they could not say, but
all their persuasions had proved of no avail. Maggie was not to be
"coaxed," and would give no reason for her refusal, though she had
"seemed to feel awfully about it," Lily said, and had "cried about it"
before they left. Bessie had been as much mystified as they were, and
even Maggie's mamma, when appealed to, said that she knew of no reason
why Maggie should decline the offered honor. Maggie, however, had said
she would "tell mamma and Bessie," but she could tell no one else.
Miss Ashton, when informed of Maggie's refusal, said that she would
call on her and see what could be done, and until then the matter might
rest.
"Hattie," said Gracie, drawing her "intimate friend" into a corner
during recess, "did you tell Maggie Bradford what I said about her
being Queen twice?"
"Well--no," said Hattie, hesitating at first, but then uttering her
denial boldly as she saw the frown gathering upon Gracie's brow.
Gracie looked at her as if she only half believed her, for she was
learning to doubt Hattie's word, and although she was greedy of her
flattery, she could not help feeling that her chosen friend was not
sincere.
"You know you've told a good many things I did not mean you to," said
Gracie, "and I wouldn't like not to be friends with Maggie, or to let
her think I'm hateful."
And Hattie declared over and over again that she had never said one
word to Maggie on the subject.
"I do feel badly about it," said Gracie remorsefully. "I wish I had
never said I thought Maggie ought not to be May Queen. Maggie's been my
friend this ever so long, since I was quite little; and I believe I
had rather the girls chose her. I've a good mind to write her a note,
and tell her I wish she would be Queen."
All the other children had left the school-room to go down and play on
the piazza, and Gracie and Hattie were alone together.
"I wouldn't," said Hattie; "you are the one who ought to be May Queen,
'cause you are the smartest child in the school."
Gracie believed this, and thought Hattie gave her no more than her due;
still, although she liked to hear Hattie say it, the compliment did not
turn her from her purpose.
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VII.
_A MISFORTUNE._
As the two children talked, Gracie had been putting a few stitches in
her mat.
"I b'lieve I'll do it," she said. "I'll tell Maggie we _all_ want her
to be May Queen."
"Then she'll know you've said something about it," said Hattie
anxiously, feeling that this proceeding was likely to bring her into
trouble.
"No, she needn't," said Gracie; "perhaps she does think I don't want
her to be, 'cause at Christmas she knew I was mad about it."
"Are you going to beg her pardon?" asked Hattie.
"No," said Gracie, with one of her scornful tosses of her head. "I
think I see myself doing such a thing! But I can write her a little
note, and tell her we are all sorry because she won't be May Queen, and
beg her to change her mind. I might do as much as that for Maggie," she
added to herself.
Hattie tried to dissuade her no longer, and Gracie laid the mat down
upon her desk, opened the lid, and took out a slip of paper and a pen.
She dipped the pen in the ink, wrote, "My dear Maggie," at the top of
the sheet, and then paused, biting the top of her pen.
"I can't think what to say, or how to begin it," she said. "My dear
Maggie, I am very sorry--no. I had better say _we_--we are very sorry
that you--that you--oh, pshaw! I've a great mind not to do it"--here
she dipped her pen in the ink again, and so carelessly that it came
forth quite too full. "Oh, bother!" she exclaimed with increasing
ill-humor; "look at this hateful pen;" and, forgetting the precious
piece of work which lay so near at hand, she gave a careless fillip to
the pen which spattered forth the ink.
Gracie gave another impatient exclamation, and pushed away the paper,
saying,--
"I shan't do it; if Maggie likes to be so foolish about nothing, she
just can;" but she did not see the extent of the mischief she had done
till Hattie said in a tone of great dismay,--
"O Gracie! just see what you've done!"
And there upon her beautiful mat was a great spot of ink.
Gracie gave a horrified little cry, and, snatching up the mat,
thoughtlessly sopped up the spot with her handkerchief, thereby
spreading and smearing it till it grew to the size of a two-cent piece,
and left an ugly blotch on the bright blue worsted.
"What shall I do? oh! what shall I do? It's spoiled; it's quite
spoiled!" she said despairingly.
"I don't believe it is; maybe it can be taken out," said Hattie, though
she was almost as much startled as her little companion. "I'll bring
some water, and we'll try to take it out."
"No, no," said Gracie; "I wish I had not touched it at all. We'll only
make it worse; and I'll ask mamma to try as soon as I go home. Oh,
dear, dear, dear! what shall I do? Grandmamma will surely say Nellie's
is the best now. That hateful girl!"
"It's a great shame if she does," said Hattie. "Nellie is always trying
to get ahead of you; and she don't deserve it, and I don't think your
grandmamma is fair to you. She ought to think her own grandchild's work
is the best."
"I suppose Nellie will just be glad when she sees what has happened to
me," said Gracie, whose jealous eyes could now see nothing that was
good or fair in Nellie's conduct.
Innocent, kind-hearted Nellie, who would not willingly harbor an unkind
or unjust thought of another!
"I shan't let her see it," she continued, hastily rolling up the mat
and putting it into her desk, as she heard the other children coming.
"Don't say a word about it, Hattie, not to any one."
Hattie promised, really grieving herself for Gracie's misfortune, for
she truly loved her, and was anxious that she should be the first.
This was to be a black day for Gracie; but all through her own jealousy
and pride.
Her mind was so taken up with the remembrance of the defaced mat that
she could not keep her thoughts upon her lessons; and, although she had
known her history very well, her attention wandered so much that she
answered incorrectly more than once.
Seeing, however, that something had disturbed her, Miss Ashton made
allowances, and gave her one or two opportunities to correct herself
and bring her thoughts back to the task before her.
But it was all in vain; Gracie had already lost her place in the
spelling-class, and gone down below Dora Johnson and Laura Middleton;
and now the fear of a fresh mortification, and of giving Nellie her
place at the head of the history class added to her confusion, and she
floundered more and more hopelessly. Nellie begged too that she might
have still another chance, when at last Miss Ashton passed the question
to her; but again Gracie failed and was obliged to yield her place.
Angry, mortified, and jealous, Gracie showed such determined ill-temper
towards her generous little classmate, that Miss Ashton was obliged to
reprove her, but without effect.
Again she called Gracie to order, and this time more severely.
The angry and wilful child hesitated for one moment, then pride and
passion burst all bounds, and she answered Miss Ashton with such
insolence, such ungoverned and unjustifiable impertinence that the
whole class stood aghast.
There was a moment's perfect stillness. Miss Ashton turned very pale,
and laying her book down upon the table, covered her face with her
hand, while the children looked from her to Gracie and back again, in
utter dismay and astonishment.
Then the stillness was broken by a piteous, "Oh, dear!" from poor
little Belle, who finished with a burst of tears, and her example was
followed by more than one of the others.
Miss Ashton raised her head.
"Go into the cloak-room, Grace," she said quietly.
Gracie was herself frightened at what she had done; but her pride
and temper were still farther roused by the shocked and disapproving
looks of her schoolmates, and she stood for an instant with determined
stubbornness, while the words, "I won't," formed themselves upon her
lips.
But they were not uttered, for there was something in Miss Ashton's
face which checked her; something which not one of the little flock had
ever seen before; and when the lady repeated her words in the same calm
tone,--
"Go into the cloak-room," Gracie turned away and obeyed.
It was with head held high, and scornful look, however, that she passed
out, although bitter shame and regret were burning in the poor, foolish
little heart. But she called up all her pride and jealousy to stifle
the better feeling which urged her to run to her teacher, and, in the
face of the whole school, confess her fault, and beg Miss Ashton's
pardon for the insulting words she had spoken.
"What will she do, I wonder," she said to herself; "will she tell
mamma? What will mamma say, and papa too?" and, as the recollection of
her parents' oft-repeated warnings against the pride and vanity which
were her besetting sins came back to her mind, she could not but feel
that this was the consequence of allowing them to gain such a hold upon
her.
She _felt_ it, for conscience would make itself heard; but she would
not acknowledge it even to herself, and drowned the reproving whisper
with such thoughts as,--
"Well, then, why is Miss Ashton so unjust? She is always trying to make
me miss and lose my place. She is always glad when any one goes above
me. She never praises me as much as I deserve;" and such unjust and
untrue accusations.
It might be that Miss Ashton did not always bestow upon Gracie all the
praise she would have given to another for a perfect lesson or good
composition, for she did not think much praise good for her, as it only
seemed to minister to Gracie's over-weening vanity. But only eyes that
were wilfully blind and suspicious could find the slightest injustice
or unkindness in her treatment of any one of her little scholars, and
her gentleness and patience might have won gratitude from the most
stubborn young heart.
But Gracie would not listen to the promptings of her better spirit; and
the recollection of the dismayed and averted looks of her schoolmates
added fuel to the flame of her angry pride. Even the ever admiring
Hattie had looked shocked at her outburst.
"I don't care," she said again to herself. "It's only 'cause they know
I am so much cleverer than any of them, and they are jealous of me.
That hateful Nellie! She was so proud to go above me."
Wretched and unhappy, she spent the time in her solitude till the close
of school, when the other children came into the cloak-room for their
hats.
No one said a word to her, for they had been forbidden to do so; and
if they had occasion to speak to one another they did so in whispers,
as if something terrible had happened, and a great awe had fallen upon
them. She sat in a corner, sullen and defiant, trying to put on an
appearance of the utmost indifference, but succeeding very poorly. She
even tried to hum a tune, but something rose in her throat and choked
her. She scarcely knew what to do; whether or no to rise, and take her
hat, and go down as usual to find the nurse, who was probably waiting
for her below; and while she sat hesitating, one and another of her
young companions passed out, as if glad to hurry from her presence, and
she was left once more alone.
She had just taken down her hat, when Miss Ashton came in, and, handing
her a note, said gravely,--
"Give this to your mother, Gracie," and left her again.
Ashamed and alarmed at the thought of what might follow when she should
reach home, but with her pride and anger not one whit abated, Gracie
went slowly on, giving short and snappish answers to the inquiries of
her nurse, who plainly saw that something was wrong.
But she dared not face her mother when she should hear of her
misconduct; and when they entered the house, she thrust the note into
the hand of the maid, bidding her give it to Mrs. Howard, and ran
quickly up to her own little room.
There she stayed, wondering and waiting. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
minutes, half an hour passed away, and still her mamma did not come.
Was it possible? could she really hope that the note had not been one
of complaint of her conduct?
No, that could never be; there was the bell for the children's early
dinner. Well, she would go down and act as if nothing had happened. But
could she with this uncertainty of how much or how little mamma knew?
But there was mamma's step, and now Mrs. Howard entered the room. One
half glance at her face and Gracie's eyes fell. It was enough to show
her that her mother knew all.
"Mean old thing!" she said to herself, meaning Miss Ashton. "She's gone
and told, and now I s'pose I'll be punished."
"Gracie," said her mother, "I suppose you scarcely need to be told what
is in this note which Miss Ashton has sent me."
Gracie stood with head erect, pouting lip, and defiant eyes, idly
tossing back and forth the tassel of the window curtain with as much
indifference as she could assume.
"Has it come to this, my child," continued Mrs. Howard sorrowfully,
"that you have allowed conceit and self-will to gain such a hold upon
you, that you could wilfully and deliberately insult your teacher? I
have been sure that you would fall into trouble, Gracie, for I knew
that such foolish pride must sooner or later have a fall, but I could
not have believed that you would be guilty of this. What did you say to
Miss Ashton?"
"I don't care," said Gracie passionately, without directly answering
her mother's question. "It was all true, every word of it. She's as
hateful as she can be, and unjust and mean;" and Gracie went on,
pouring forth a torrent of invective and reproach against Miss Ashton
and Nellie Ransom, without paying the slightest heed to her mother's
commands to be silent. It was the long pent-up feeling of jealousy and
ill-will and pride, that she had been nourishing for months past, and
which now burst all bounds and swept every thing before it.
Respect, and even obedience towards her mother, reason, justice,
and truth itself were totally lost sight of, as she poured forth
accusation after accusation against the offenders, and upheld her own
conduct in all she had done and said.
"And you have said all this to Miss Ashton, perhaps?" said her mother
sternly, when the angry child at last came to a pause.
"It is true enough if I did," muttered Gracie again, though her passion
was by this time beginning to cool down in a measure. "I'm sure I wish
I never went to her hateful old school."
"It is more than probable that Miss Ashton wishes so now; but I
shall leave you to think over what you have said to me and to Miss
Ashton, and to find out how much of it is true. One thing Miss Ashton
desires,--that you do not return to her school till you are ready to
acknowledge your fault, and to apologize for your impertinence. And
until this is the case, you must remain in your room. Your meals will
be sent to you, and I shall not allow your brothers and sisters to have
any intercourse with you till you are ready to make such amends as
you can. You may send for me when you have any thing to say to me. Oh,
Gracie, Gracie!"
With which words, spoken in a sad, despondent tone, Mrs. Howard went
away, closing the door upon her stubborn, rebellious little daughter.
Gracie stood where her mother had left her, not one whit softened or
humbled; for now her angry pride began to accuse her mother also of
injustice and partiality and unkindness.