THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS
"Come here, Nettie," cried Laura; "I'll plait your hair so it will be
wavy for to-night, and then I want you to take a note to Alene."
Nettie was glad of the chance to visit the Towers but she objected to
having her hair brushed so vigorously.
"Mother, do make Nettie behave! She won't keep still and her hair gets
all tangled!"
"Nettie, you are too big to make so much noise. If you don't wish to
go with the others to-night, say so and Laura needn't bother,"
admonished Mrs. Lee.
"Of course I want to go but I hate this fussing," returned the little
girl.
"It would only serve you right if mother kept your hair cut straight
around from your ears, like the Hoover children!" remarked Laura.
This veiled threat had a good effect; Nettie made no more trouble and
soon her long tresses were confined in six tight braids and she was
free to seize her hat and go on her mission.
Holding the note folded tightly in her hand, she went up the steep
street and along the vine-covered wall of the Tower grounds, and
finally reached the stone steps leading to the double gates of iron,
through which a broad walk in the midst of grass and trees curved
toward the house.
The gate opened readily to Nettie's touch and then shut with a loud
bang that attracted the attention of a big, black dog which came
bounding across the grass. At his first bark Nettie's heart stood
still. She paused just inside the gate, too terrified to move, but in
a moment she felt secure, for she saw Alene coming along the walk,
calling imperiously to Prince.
"What a shame to scare the little girl! Go right home, sir! Don't be
frightened, Nettie, he won't harm you. He only barks that way to let
you know how glad he is to see you! Come in, girlie!"
"It's only a note from Laura; I can't wait," said Nettie shyly.
Alene glanced at the note.
"Isn't that fine? Yes, tell her I'll be down at seven, if Uncle Fred
is willing! And you are going, too; I thought there was something up
when I saw your hair; Laura's so proud of it and no wonder! But come
in just for a moment!"
She took Nettie's hand and led her to the house, back to the immaculate
kitchen, where, sitting in the rocking chair, the little girl enjoyed
some cakes and milk provided by Kizzie, while Alene brought Prince in
to beg her pardon and get better acquainted.
Their friendship grew so rapidly that by the time Nettie was ready to
go home she was brave enough to stroke his glossy head, and she
screamed with delight when, accompanied by Alene, all three raced to
the gate.
"You won't be afraid next time," said Alene encouragingly as she held
the gate open.
"No indeed, thank you!" returned Nettie, "Good-bye! Good-bye, Prince!"
She turned away, joyfully clasping to her breast a satin-striped box,
in which beneath paper lace and tinsel was the most delicious candy; a
whole box full all but a few bites, as Alene had said; while the latter
leaned over the wall calling more good-byes, and Prince kept up a
continuous barking that said so plainly, once you understood his
language, "Good-bye! Good-bye! Come back again!"'
But when Alene, with an armful of flowers, reached the Lee house that
evening, she found poor Nettie in a state of revolt; the process of
being washed and dressed in her stiff-starched pique and having her
plaits undone was very trying to both her and Laura.
She glanced up at the yellow canary swinging so blithely in his cage.
"I do wish people were like birds," she cried, "they are always dressed
just in their feathers!"
"Even then you wouldn't want to take your bath," said Laura, giving a
last touch to the shining locks which hung like a veil to the child's
waist. "I'll be ready in a minute, Alene," she continued, as she
released the little girl, "I didn't feel satisfied until I saw you
coming!"
"I got all ready when Nettie left, and could hardly wait for Uncle Fred
to come home to show him your note. The old dear said yes, right away,
but insisted upon my taking some dinner first. Then I waited to gather
these roses for your Mother. Shall we start now?"
Ivy was standing at the door with her seven-year-old brother awaiting
their coming, and taking note of Alene's dress of white challis
o'erstrewn with pink rosebuds which, as they came nearer, disclosed a
yoke embroidered in the same design, while a wreath of roses adorned
her hat. She thought it was a beautiful costume, and that the other
girls looked nice, too, though Laura's white dimity and Nettie's blue
pique were as well worn as her own familiar lawn.
"Where's Lafe?" inquired Laura.
"He ran ahead with Donald to join us later. I think they are ashamed
to be seen with this mob!" returned Ivy with a laugh. "What will Mr.
Edmonds think of us?"
Laura declared he wouldn't care, but when they reached the hall where a
great crowd was congregated, and she saw so many getting their tickets
at the box-office and filing, one by one, past the door-keeper, she
began to feel less confident.
They threaded their way slowly through the crowded court, where all the
children of the town seemed to have collected and finally reached the
side door.
"Here comes an orphan asylum," was the derisive and no doubt envious
cry of a boy who had heard of the wonderful luck that had befallen the
Lees and their friends. Indeed the knowledge seemed general, and as
they came along, first Laura with Nettie clinging to her skirts, and
then Alene, to whom it was all so new and exciting, trying to keep
little Claude safe from harm, with Ivy bringing up the rear, they were
the objects of many curious glances.
"Mr. Edmonds said to ask for him," Laura faltered, when the line halted
at the side door.
"Oh--Ah," said the young man who was on guard. He turned to look for
that gentleman, and Laura glancing backward, felt like a kite with a
long, embarrassing tail, which stretched apparently to the upper street.
What a relief it was to hear a genial voice saying,
"Oh, _mademoiselle_, is it you? Come in, come in!"
The speaker's smiling countenance and kindly air banished Laura's fears
and she passed the threshold proudly, followed by her triumphant train.
Glancing at Mr. Edmonds, Ivy saw his smile grow broad and broader as
they filed past one by one. Her trepidation vanished and when her turn
came she met his amused glance with an answering smile.
"Are there any more of you?" he inquired, in a whimsical tone.
"No, sir, unless Lafe and Donald; I guess they're ashamed to be seen!"
"Hello there, Lafe and Donald," cried the gentleman, and the two boys,
who were standing aloof, ashamed to be seen, and yet afraid they
wouldn't, pushed their way through the crowd with an air of bravado
which their blushing cheeks denied, and were duly admitted. Upon
reaching the inside they joined a crowd of their chums, leaving the
girls to be piloted to a reserved bench by an usher whom Mr. Edmonds
had delegated.
How happy and proud they felt as they settled themselves in their
places and looked around them!
The stage was in darkness, making it seem the more mysterious in
contrast with the glaring light of the auditorium.
The hall was filling rapidly with the citizens, their wives and
daughters, all dressed in their best, and our party was much interested
in watching the new arrivals when suddenly Ivy gave Laura a nudge, and
the latter, following her glance, saw a short gentleman accompanied by
a tall lady in a rustling summer-silk coming up the aisle followed by
two girls, one dressed in white, the other in pale green, with mammoth
white hats.
"The Ramseys!" whispered Laura, and Alene, who was watching the little
ones, looked up in time to receive a gracious smile from Vera, who
appeared not to see the other girls, although she was entering the seat
directly in front of them.
On being seated Hermione looked around and seemed pleasantly surprised
to see them. She nodded and smiled and holding her arm, leaned back to
whisper,
"Don't mention taffy or my arm will start stirring again!"
Suddenly the lights went down in the main hall, to shine with redoubled
brilliancy upon the stage.
"Look at the Jacks-in-the-boxes!" cried Nettie, as several heads were
seen popping from under the stage.
"It's the band," explained Laura. Sure enough, it was the musicians
who took a row of chairs in front of the curtain, and with a
preliminary tuning up and a few toots of the clarinet, began a swinging
march.
How hard it was for the little ones to keep their feet still, though
they knew that was the proper thing to do! Claude, however, found his
little legs swinging in time, being careful not to let them touch the
floor, and Nettie's bright head and busy hands kept up a sort of
lilting movement, both children requiring some outlet for all that
pent-up exhilaration.
The music died gradually to the softest murmur, the curtain ascended
slowly, a movement and flutter went through the hall, and the people
settled themselves in their seats with their faces turned to the stage.
Up, up, the curtain soared toward the ceiling. Little Claude watched
it with a fascinated glance, expecting it to go right through the roof
but when it stopped just in time he gave a sigh of relief and directed
his eyes toward the stage. Then his face lengthened--as far as such a
chubby face could--for all that he saw in front of him was a huge round
affair of some soft material, all decked with flowers.
"Great scissors!" he muttered, as he gazed upon it in amazement; then
he noticed at the other side of the hall a portly gentleman who held a
sort of wand with which he pointed toward the stage where something
interesting was taking place but, alas, all that was visible to Claude
was the topmost part which resembled a clouded sky.
He gave a sigh of disappointment and glanced toward the girls. Alene
was leaning forward with a rapt expression, Ivy's mouth was half
opened--she appeared to have forgotten the world--and Laura's head was
craned painfully to one side of that huge affair in front. Then he
glanced at Nettie who sat beside him. Her face was the picture of woe,
her lips were curled ready to cry.
"What's the matter?" he whispered sympathetically.
A tear came running slowly down her cheek.
"Don't you see--I can't see a thing!"
Alene, attracted by their restlessness, glanced round. There they sat,
looking blankly at Hermione's mammoth hat, that shut away everything
else from their gaze. To be sure, it was a beautiful creation of white
chiffon, green foliage and pink ribbons; but when one has feasted his
eyes for a week on gorgeous posters, and has been washed and starched
and brought to the show to see wonderful things on a real stage, a
girl's hat, be it ever so fine, is surely a poor substitute!
"You little martyrs!" exclaimed Alene, feeling that she must do
something to help them.
She knew it would be useless to have them change places with her or the
other girls. It was only by leaning to one side that they were able to
see the pictures, for the brim of Hermione's hat met that of Vera's, a
rival in pale green and white, forming a screen which completely hid
the stage.
With a sudden compunction Alene remembered that her own hat was of
goodly proportions, with a lovely lace cascade rippling over the brim.
She glanced behind to find that she, too, was an offender, for a little
girl whose head was on a level with Claude's, sat directly in the rear.
For a moment only Alene hesitated, then she reached for her hat pin,
and whispering, called the attention of Laura and Ivy to the situation.
They gave her a nod and following her example took off their hats
which, while not so fine as Alene's and the Ramsey girls', were just as
effectual in shutting out the view.
The people back of them nodded their approval and the mother of the
little maid whom Alene had first noticed leaned forward to thank her,
but the action of the three girls gave little relief so long as those
other hats stood up defiantly in front.
What could be done? They were all missing the first scene and Nettie
and Claude might just as well have remained at home for all enjoyment
they were having.
Alene leaned over and tapped Hermione on the shoulder. The latter
glanced around.
"Would you mind removing your hat, Hermione? The children--"
"What a shame! Thank you for telling me! I'll tell Vera, too!"
Vera glanced at her sister wonderingly when she commenced to unfasten
her hat.
"The children can't see," she explained. "Take yours off too, Vera,
do!"
"Are you crazy'? The very idea! No one can see it if I do!"
"That's the point, no one wants to see it!"
Vera tossed her head.
"It's just in people's way!" persisted Hermione.
"Well, it will be in my own way if I have to keep it in my lap."
Just then came a loud whisper from the rear--
"Country style! No one in the city ever wears a hat at the theatre!"
A chorus of low laughter followed this remark, and Vera, not knowing it
was made by Ivy, began to have doubts as to the correctness of her
position.
It was Alene, she knew, who had inaugurated the style here, and she was
from the city. Vera noticed, besides, that all over the hall the women
and children who wore large hats were taking them off.
"Well, if it's the correct thing. But what's the use of having a fine
hat if it's not to be worn in public?" she murmured, as with a show of
complacency the "screen" was removed.
Claude and Nettie gave a murmur of joy when they beheld the beautiful
painted canvas spread out before them.
At the end of the scene when the curtain fell, the lecturer in a few
words thanked the ladies for their courtesy and thoughtfulness. "To
have regard for the rights and feelings of others is to act upon the
Golden Rule! Not alone for the audience but for myself also I thank
you! Especially do I thank the little girls who set the good example."
He turned to the bench where the originators of the movement sat and
gave them an impressive bow, then he stepped back, and the band started
up with a crash and a bang that resounded throughout the hall.
"It was Alene who deserved all the credit," commented Ivy.
"Yes, indeed," agreed Laura warmly.
"He looked straight at me," whispered Vera.
"Miss Vanity, it was all Alene's work!" returned her sister.
At that moment Alene's gaze, straying to another part of the hall,
spied her Uncle Fred who had come in unobserved by the girls and taken
a seat not far away.
He was looking in her direction with such a pleased and happy
countenance that Alene, meeting his glance, flashed him a radiant smile
over the heads of the people.
"I wonder what makes him look so pleased," she murmured.