“THERE'S MOLLY.”
As they were going upstairs Linda suddenly turned and looked full at her
cousin.
“How very grave you are! And why have you that little frown between your
brows? Are you vexed about anything?”
“Only I thought Terry would be more glad to see me,” replied Nora.
“More glad!” cried Linda. “I saw you hugging him as I ran downstairs.
He let you. I don't know how any one could show gladness more. But
come along; this is your room. It is next to Molly's and mine. Isn't it
pretty? Molly and I chose it for you this morning, and we arranged those
flowers. You will have such a lovely view, and that little peep of the
Thames is so charming. I hope you will like your room.”
Nora entered one of the prettiest and most lovely bedrooms she had ever
seen in her life. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined anything
so cozy. The perfectly chosen furniture, the elegant appointments of
every sort and description, the view from the partly opened windows, the
view of winding river and noble trees--all looked rich and cultivated
and lovely; and the Irish girl, as she gazed around, found suddenly a
great, fierce hatred rising up in her heart against what she called the
mere prettiness. She turned and faced Linda, who was watching her with
curiosity in her somewhat small blue eyes Linda was essentially English,
very reserved and quiet, very self-possessed, quite a young lady of the
world. She looked at Nora as if she meant to read her through.
“Well, don't you think the view perfect?” she said.
“Have you ever been in Ireland?” was Nora's answer.
“Never. Oh, dear me! have you anything as pretty as this in Ireland?”
“No,” said Nora fiercely--“no.” She left the window, turned back, and
began to unpin her hat.
“You look as if you did not care for your room.”
“It is a very, very pretty room,” said Nora, “and the view is very, very
pretty, but I am tired to-night. I did not know it; but I am. I should
like to go to bed soon.”
“So you shall, of course, after you have had supper. Oh, how awfully
thoughtless of me not to know that you must be very tried and hungry!
Molly and I are glad you have come.”
“But where is Molly? I should like to see her.”
Linda went up to Nora and spoke in a low whisper.
“She is in disgrace.”
“In disgrace? Has she done anything naughty?”
“Yes, fearfully naughty. She is in hot water as usual.”
“I am sorry,” said Nora. She instantly began to feel a strong sensation
of sympathy for Molly. She was sure, in advance, that she would like
her.
“But is she in such dreadful disgrace that I may not see her?” she asked
after a pause.
“Oh, I don't know. I don't suppose so.”
Just then there was heard at the room door a gay laugh and a kind of
scamper. A knock followed, but before Nora could answer the door was
burst open, and a large, heavily made, untidy-looking girl, with a dark
face and great big black eyes, bounded into the apartment.
“I have burst the bonds, and here I am,” she said. “How do you do, Nora?
I'm Molly. I am always and always in hot water. I like being in hot
water. Now, tell-tale-tit, you can go downstairs and acquaint mother
with the fact that I have burst the bonds, for kiss little Irish Nora I
will.”
“Oh, I am glad to see you,” said Nora. Her depression vanished on the
spot. She felt that, naughty as doubtless Molly was, she could get on
with her.
“Come, let's take a squint at you,” said the eldest Miss Hartrick; “come
over here to the light.”
Molly took Nora by both hands over to the window.
“Now then, let's have a category of your charms. Terence has been
telling us that you are very pretty. You are. Come, Linda; come and look
at her. Did you ever see such black hair? And it's as soft as silk.”
Molly put up a rather large hand and patted Nora somewhat violently on
the head.
“Oh, don't!” said Nora, starting back.
“My dear little cousin, I am a very rough specimen, and you must put up
with me if you mean to get on at The Laurels. We are all stiff and
staid here; we are English of the English. Everything is done by rule
of thumb--breakfast to the minute, lunch to the minute, afternoon tea
to the minute, dinner to the minute, even tennis to the minute. Oh! it's
detestable; and I--I am expected to be good, and you know there's not a
bit of goodness in me. I am all fidgets, and you can never be sure of me
for two seconds at a time. I am a worry to mother and a worry to father;
and as to Terence--oh, my dear creature, I am so truly thankful you are
not like Terence! Here I drop a courtesy to his memory. What an awfully
precise man he will make by and by! I did not know you turned out that
kind of article in Ireland.”
Nora's face, over which many emotions had been flitting, now looked
grave.
“You know that Terence is my brother?” she said slowly.
Molly gazed at her; then she burst into a fit of hearty laughter.
“You and I will get on,” she said. “I like you for sticking up for your
brother. But now, my dear, I must go back. I am supposed to stay in my
bedroom until to-morrow morning. Linda, if you tell--well, you'll have
to answer to me when we are going to bed, that's all. By-by, Nora. I'll
see you in the morning. Do get her some hot water, Linda. She's worth
waiting on; she's a very nice sort of child, and very, very pretty. If
that is the Irish sort of face, I for one shall adore it. Good-by, Nora,
for the present.”
Molly banged herself away--her mode of exit could scarcely be called by
any other name. As soon as the door had closed behind her Linda laughed.
“I ought to tell, you know,” she said in her precise voice; “it is very,
very wrong of Molly to leave her bedroom when mother is punishing her.”
“But what has she done wrong?” asked Nora.
“Oh, went against discipline. She is at school, you know, and she would
write letters during lessons. It is really very wrong of her, and Miss
Scott had to complain; so mother said she should stay in her room,
instead of being downstairs to welcome you. She is a good soul enough;
but we none of us can discipline her. She is very funny; you'll see a
lot of her queer cranks while you are here.”
“How old is she?” asked Nora.
“Between sixteen and seventeen; too old to be such a romp.”
“Only a little older than I am,” said Nora. “And how old are you,
Linda?”
“Fifteen; they all tell me I look more.”
“You do; you look eighteen. You are very old for your age.”
“Oh, thank you for the compliment. Now, then, do brush your hair and
wash your hands; there's the supper-gong. Mother will be annoyed if we
are not down in a jiffy. Now, do be quick.”
Nora washed her hands, brushed her hair, and ran downstairs with her
cousin. As she ate during the somewhat stiff meal that followed she
thought many times of Molly. She felt that, naughty as Molly doubtless
was, she would make the English house tolerable. Terence sat near her
at supper, by way of extending to her brotherly attentions; but all the
time he was talking on subjects of local interest to his aunt and uncle.
Mr. Hartrick evidently thought Terence a very clever fellow, and
listened to his remarks with a deference which Nora thought by no means
good for him.
“He wants one of the dear old dad's downright snubs,” was her inward
comment. “I must have a talk with him to-morrow. If he progresses
at this rate toward English refinement he will be unbearable at
O'Shanaghgan when he returns; quite, quite unbearable. Oh, for a sniff
of the sea! oh, for the wild, wild wind on my cheeks! and oh, for
my dear, darling, bare bedroom! I shall be smothered in that heavily
furnished room upstairs. Oh, it is all lovely, I know--very lovely; but
I'm not made to enjoy it. I belong to the free, and I don't feel free
here. The silken chains and the feather-bed life won't suit me; of that
I am quite sure. Thank goodness, however, there's Molly; she is in a
state of rebellion, too. I must not sympathize with her; but I am truly
glad she is here.”