V.

In his boyish way Ernest enjoyed life. The Somersets, the Digbys and the

rest made much of him, and at the Friday evening dancing class he was a

favorite. Had he been a few years older the mothers might have objected

to his popularity. A penniless boy attending the Friday evening dancing

class is not old enough to be regarded as a dangerous detrimental, and

he may receive the adoration, expressive though silent, of half a dozen

little maids in white frocks and pink sashes, without encountering

rebuffs from their mammas when he steps up to ask them to dance. In this

respect fifteen has a great advantage over twenty, emphasized, too, by

the fact that fifteen has not yet learned his own deficiency, while

twenty is apt to be all too conscious of it.

Children's parties had been within Ernest's reach even before the doors

of Papanti's opened to him. They were a friendly people on the Hill and

no birthday party was counted a success without the presence of Ernest.

Simple enough these affairs were, the entertainment, round games like

"Hunt the Button," and "Going to Jerusalem," and "London's Burning," the

refreshment, a light supper of bread and butter and home-made cakes,

with raspberry vinegar and lemonade as an extra treat.

Miss Theodora herself did not take part in the social festivities of the

neighborhood, although her silver spoons and even pieces of her best

china were occasionally lent to add to the splendor of some one's tea

table. Mrs. Fetchum was always anxious to make a good impression on the

neighbors whom she sometimes asked to tea. Especially desirous was she

to have her table glitter with silver and glass when Miss Chatterwits

was one of her guests. Since Miss Chatterwits knew only too well Mrs.

Fetchum's humble origin as the daughter of a petty West End shoe-seller,

the latter could never, like the little seamstress, talk of bygone

better days and loss of position. She could only aspire to get even with

her by offering her occasionally a plethoric hospitality, in which a

superabundance of food and a dazzling array of silver and china were

the chief elements. Miss Chatterwits had long suspected that much of

this silver was borrowed; but she had never dared hint her suspicions to

Mrs. Fetchum, and the latter held up her head with a pride that could

not have been surpassed had she been dowered with a modern bride's stock

of wedding presents. A day or two after a tea party at which she had

been unusually condescending to Miss Chatterwits, she ran across the

street to return the borrowed spoons to Miss Theodora. It was dusk as

she entered the little doorway, and she hastily thrust the package into

the hands of some one standing in the narrow hall, Miss Theodora as she

thought, whispering loudly as she did so: "Don't tell Miss Chatterwits I

borrowed the spoons." For she knew that the seamstress had been sewing

for Miss Theodora that day, and she wasn't quite sure that the latter

realized that the borrowing must be kept secret.

"It gave me quite a turn," she said as she told Mr. Fetchum about it.

"It gave me quite a turn when I found that it was Miss Chatterwits; but

I never let on I knew it was her, and I turned about as quick as I

could. Only the next time I set foot out of this house I'll be sure I

have my glasses."

It was hard to tell which of the two had the best of this chance

encounter. Mrs. Fetchum consoled herself for the carelessness by

reflecting on the presence of mind that had kept her from acknowledging

her humiliation; and Miss Chatterwits gloated over the fact that she had

caught Mrs. Fetchum in a peccadillo she had long suspected--borrowing

Miss Theodora's silver.

In his early years Ernest had been a neighborly little fellow, and,

alone or with his aunt, would lift his hat to a woman, old or young,

easily winning for himself the name of "little gentleman." He wore out

his shoes in astonishingly quick time playing hopscotch on the hilly

sidewalks with the boys and girls who lived near, while Kate, to whom

this sport was forbidden, sitting on the doorsteps, looked enviously on.

Willingly would she have exchanged her soft kid shoes for the coarse

copper-toed boots of Tommy Fetchum, had it only been permitted her to

hop across on one foot and kick the stone from one big square to another

chalked out so invitingly on the uneven bricks.

But Mrs. Stuart Digby, although willing enough to let Kate visit Miss

Theodora, made it a rule--and no one dared break a rule of hers--that

Kate was never to play on the street with the children of the

neighborhood. Yet as she sat sadly in her corner, Kate, often referred

to for her opinion on disputed points, at last came to have a forlorn

pride in her position as umpire.

At length there came a time when Ernest's interests in the street games

waned. His former playmates saw little of him. He neglected the boys and

girls with whom he had once played tag and hopscotch, and some of the

neighbors, especially Mrs. Fetchum, said that he was growing "stuck up."

Miss Theodora hardly knew her neighbors by sight; for it was one of the

evidences of the decadence of the region that the houses changed tenants

frequently, and furniture vans were often standing in front of some of

the houses near Miss Theodora's.

Mrs. Fetchum was a permanent neighbor. She had lived in the street

longer even than Miss Theodora. She always called on new comers, and

never failed to impress on them a sense of the greatness of the jurist's

daughter, with the result that Miss Theodora's comings and goings were

always a matter of general neighborhood interest. Sometimes Miss

Theodora invited the children hanging about her doorstep to come inside

the house, where she regaled them with gingerbread, or let them look

through the folio of engravings in the library.

In spite of the lady's kindness they all stood in awe of her, as the

daughter of a Great Man, whose orations were printed in their school

readers beside those of Webster and Clay. Miss Theodora, with her quiet

manner and high forehead, in a day when all other women wore more

elaborate coiffures, seemed to the children like a person in a book, and

their answers to her questions were always the merest monosyllables.

It was not worldliness altogether which took Ernest away from his former

playmates. After his mornings with Ralph and their tutor, he had to

study pretty hard in the afternoon. His evenings were generally devoted

to Miss Theodora; either he read aloud while she sewed, or they played

chess with that curious set of carved chessmen given her father by a

grateful Salem client years before.

In little ways, Miss Theodora, though not a sharp observer, sometimes

thought that she detected a growing worldliness in Ernest.

"Why don't we get some new carpets?" he asked one day. It was the very

spring before he entered college. "I never could tell, Aunt Teddy, what

those flowers were meant to be. When I was a little chap, I used to

wonder whether they were bunches of roses or dahlias; but now you'd

hardly know they were meant to be flowers at all."

This was true enough, for the carpet, with its huge pattern, designed

for the drawing room of their old house, had been trodden upon by so

many feet that now hardly the faint outline of its former roses

remained. The furniture, too, was growing shabby; the heavy green rep of

the easy chairs had faded in spots, the gilded picture frames were

tarnished, and the window draperies, with their imposing lambrequins,

were sadly out of fashion. Yet from Miss Theodora's evasive reply the

boy did not realize that poverty prevented her refurnishing the rooms in

modern fashion. He had everything he needed; but the circle of relatives

all continued to say, "It's wonderful that Theodora manages as well as

she does."

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