CHAPTER XVIII.

THREATENING CLOUDS.

But Betty and Tony behaved extremely well. They escaped the measles,

and all risk of infection was over long before the end of term came--and

even a first term at school must come to an end some time.

Kitty at last had but seven more slips to tear off and seven more dates

to strike through, and for sheer pleasure she left them untouched.

Time did not need helping along now.

Then came the last day, when the boxes stood packed and strapped and

labelled, and a general air of holidays and freedom from rules pervaded

the whole house. Rhoda and Cicely Collins were leaving very early.

Rhoda wanted to go by the earliest train because the fares were slightly

lower. Rhoda was of a saving disposition. It always gave her the

greatest pleasure to be able to economize in any way, and her stores of

twine and paper, old corks, scraps of writing-paper, old pens, and other

things, afforded food for endless jokes amongst the rest of the girls.

Cicely, on the other hand, was the exact opposite of her sister; but

being the younger, and less masterful, she gave in to Rhoda, and on the

day they were to go home she rose, at Rhoda's command, from her bed at

six o'clock, very unwillingly though, for the saving of threepence on

her journey was nothing to Cicely in comparison to the discomfort of

rising early.

Hope Carey had gone home some weeks before, having fretted herself ill

with anxiety about her mother. Kitty and Pamela were to wait until the

eleven o'clock train, for Dan, who broke up on the same day, could join

them then at their station, and they could all travel down together.

It was not nearly eleven when they reached the station; but how could

they stay quietly in the dull, deserted house waiting for the hours to

go by? Miss Hammond saw that it was too much to expect of them, so took

them down very early; for a railway station, with its bustle and life,

is a capital place for making time pass.

"It all seems too lovely to be real," sighed Kitty happily. "To be

going home, to be meeting Dan, to be travelling by ourselves, and to

have no lessons for more than three weeks! It seems too much happiness

all at once, and I am afraid I shall wake up presently and find it a

dream, as I so often have. I understand now what Dan meant by saying it

was almost worth going away to have the going home. I do think,

though," with sudden alarm, "that Dan must have missed his train.

I am sure it must be nearly afternoon."

"It is five minutes past eleven," laughed Miss Hammond, "and there is

his train now coming in, and there--if I don't mistake--is Dan."

But Kitty had seen him first, and was flying down the platform to meet

him. Dan, recognizing the flying figure, stood and warded her off with

the umbrella and bag he had in his hands. "Now, if you kiss me here,"

he cried, "I shall call for help, I really shall; it is taking a mean

advantage, and I am not going to stand it. I wouldn't mind if you were

by yourself, but the others would be imitating you!"

Kitty laughed. "I forgot you were still a little boy," she said

teasingly. "I know little boys do mind. When they are real men they

don't. Come along, Dan, and speak to Miss Hammond and Pamela," and Dan

followed quite sedately to make his best bow to Kitty's friends.

"You must be very thankful the holidays are come," he said solemnly to

Miss Hammond. "I know, of course, how wearing Kitty is."

"I expect some of your masters feel they have cause for gratitude to-day

too," laughed Miss Hammond. "Now we must hurry if we want to find nice

seats. I see your train is in."

Pamela and Dan looked at each other and smiled somewhat embarrassedly;

but Dan, who had been rather annoyed at first by Kitty's asking to bring

home a friend with her, let his heart melt a little towards her, for he

somehow felt that things were not going to be as bad as he had feared;

and when they had found an empty compartment, and seemed likely to have

it to themselves all the way, he graciously thawed still more, and his

spirits rose to their usual height.

Alas, though, for plans. The train was on the point of starting, the

whistle had gone, and the guard was just about to signal to the

engine-driver, when there was a shout and a rush, and with a "Here you

are, ma'am!" a porter laid hold of the handle of their door, flung it

open, almost pushed two ladies in, threw in some bags and parcels after

them, and banged the door to again. Off started the engine with a jerk

which threw the ladies on to the seat opposite Kitty, who, with dismayed

face and sinking spirits, had already recognized them as Lady Kitson and

Lettice.

"She will be with us all the time, and everything is spoilt," she

groaned inwardly. She was intensely disappointed. "Strangers would not

have been so bad, or any one but those particular two."

Pamela was sitting in the corner opposite her, and Dan was in the corner

at the other end of her seat. Lady Kitson and Lettice were at first too

cross and too much shaken to notice any one; but presently, having

recovered and arranged their packages, and settled down in their seats,

they glanced about the compartment, and, with a look of not very pleased

surprise, recognized their companions.

"Oh, how do you do, Dan?" said Lady Kitson, and smiled quite affably on

him, but to Kitty she vouchsafed only the merest acknowledgment.

Lettice blushed hotly when she saw Kitty, and gave her one of her broad,

meaning smiles.

"How do you do?" said Kitty very stiffly, and with no shadow of a smile.

"How is your poor little cousin, Dan?" said Lady Kitson presently.

"I hope she is growing strong again after her two serious illnesses?"

"Yes, thank you," said Dan. "She has gone away for change of air."

"Oh, indeed. I am glad she is able to. It was so alarming her being so

ill. Oh, I heard about your shocking behaviour in leaving her behind to

walk home by herself, on _such_ a night too, and in such a wild spot."

"I am afraid you haven't heard the right story, Lady Kitson," said Dan

gravely, but with a flash of his eye.

Lady Kitson smiled a most aggravating little smile. "Oh, I think so,"

she said meaningly. Then, "You are not all going away with Anna, I

hope," she remarked severely. "I am sure the poor child must require

perfect peace and great care."

"No, Aunt Pike has gone with her. We are going home, and Kitty's friend

is coming to stay with us," and Dan looked towards Pamela. "May I

introduce Miss Pamela Peters--Lady Kitson, Miss Kitson," said Dan very

formally, and growing very red.

Pamela smiled and bowed very prettily to Lady Kitson. Lady Kitson

stared at Pamela, but gave her only the vaguest of acknowledgments.

Lettice nodded as though her neck were loose at the joint.

"You don't mean to say that while Mrs. Pike is away your poor father is

going to have you all on his hands, and a stranger as well? Poor Dr.

Trenire. I really think it is too much for him, he looks so ill and

worn already. He really needs a holiday more than do any of you."

"Father looks ill!" gasped Kitty. It was the first hint she had had of

any such thing, and a sudden cold fear filled her heart. She forgot her

dislike of Lady Kitson and Lettice, and the wrong they had done her.

"Is father really ill, Lady Kitson?" she asked anxiously, leaning

towards her. "He has never mentioned it to me, nor has Aunt Pike."

"He is too good and unselfish to complain," said Lady Kitson coldly.

"You should use your own eyes, and not wait for him to _tell_ you he is

ill. He has not actually told _me_ that he is, but I can see that he

looks overworked and unwell, and certainly not fit to battle with a

houseful of noisy, restless boys and girls."

"Of course we shouldn't be noisy if father was not well," said Kitty,

with quiet dignity. She was feeling intensely uncomfortable on Pamela's

account as well as her father's. Lady Kitson's remarks were not polite

to their guest.

Lady Kitson sat back in her seat and unfolded a paper, as though to

intimate that she had no more to say. Lettice crossed over and sat

beside Kitty, evidently intending to talk to her, but Kitty could not

bring herself to be friendly to her late school-fellow; besides which,

she had Pamela to talk to, and there was this news about her father to

fill her mind.

"He can't be very ill," said Pamela comfortingly, seeing Kitty's quiet

distress. "Your aunt or Betty would have said something to you about

it. While I am with you I can take the children out all day long if you

like, so that you can keep the house quiet, and we won't be any trouble.

But of course you must send me home if it is not convenient for me to

stay."

"But it will be," cried Kitty, trying to throw off her fears, and she

crossed over and sat by Pamela.

When, though, they presently stopped at Gorlay Station, all her troubles

vanished, for the time at any rate, for there on the platform stood her

father, and Betty, and Tony, all apparently as well and jolly as could

be, while old Prue and the carriage waited in the road outside.

"Father is here! Father is here to meet us and drive us home!" she

cried joyfully, and, forgetting Pamela and Lady Kitson, and all the rugs

and bags and everything, she was out on the platform and in his arms

almost before the train had come to a stand-still.

Dan waited, and with well-feigned if not real patience helped out Lady

Kitson and her possessions; then he too flew. "Come along!" he shouted

to Pamela, forgetting his shyness. Pamela, though, with a wistful

little smile on her lips, collected their belongings without much haste,

and followed him, but very slowly.

For a moment she felt herself almost an intruder, but it was only for a

moment; for Dr. Trenire, looking over the heads of Dan and Kitty, saw

her, and guessing who she was, went at once and met her with such a

cordial greeting that she felt herself one of them from that moment; and

Kitty, remorseful for her forgetfulness, brought up Betty and Tony to be

introduced. Then Pamela was made to sit up in the carriage beside the

doctor, with Kitty and Tony on the back seat, while Dan and Betty

mounted to the top of the omnibus, and off they started in the gayest of

spirits. Prue, who could never endure to let any other horse pass her,

insisted on racing the 'bus the whole way home, to the amusement of

every one. Betty and Tony shrieked with delight, Kitty sat beaming with

a happiness so great as to seem almost unreal, while Pamela sat quietly

taking it all in, and revelling in it, yet with a touch of sadness as

she realized for the first time in her life how very much she had

missed.

"Oh, isn't it like old times," sighed Kitty happily, "to be together

again, and by ourselves. Father, are you frightened by the thought of

us all?"

Dr. Trenire laughed. "Not really frightened," he said. "You see, I can

always send for your aunt. She assured me she would return at once if I

found you all unmanageable."

"Oh," said Kitty gravely, "then we will promise not to be _quite_

unmanageable, but just bad enough."

At that moment Lady Kitson's carriage overtook them, and her ladyship

looked out and smiled and bowed to the doctor as she passed. "Don't you

let them wear you out, doctor," she cried.

Kitty, with sudden recollection, leaned forward and studied her father's

face earnestly--as much, at least, as she could see of it. "Father,"

she said anxiously, "Lady Kitson told us that you were not at all well.

Aren't you?"

She had unconsciously expected, or at least hoped for, a prompt and

strong reassurance; but her father did not answer for a moment, and then

but half-heartedly. "I haven't been quite up to the mark," he said

quietly, "but," looking round and seeing the anxiety on her face, "it is

nothing to worry about, dear. I would have told you if it had been.

I am rather overworked and tired, that is all. It has been a very heavy

winter of illness and anxiety. I shall be better now the spring has

come, and I have you all home to liven me up. We must try and give

Pamela a happy time, and you must take her to all your pet haunts."

But Dr. Trenire was not as well as he led them to believe; and though

Kitty was not observant enough to notice such signs as a slower, heavier

step, a want of energy in setting about his work, a flagging appetite,

she did notice that he was quieter and graver, and had not such spirits

as of old.

Pamela became at once a favourite with every one. Even Jabez unbent,

and was not always suspecting her of some mischief or other.

"What part of the county do 'ee come from, miss?" he asked when first he

was introduced.

"I am afraid I don't belong to this county at all," said

Pamela apologetically. "I am not a Cornishwoman."

Jabez looked disappointed, but he tried his best not to make her feel

her sad position more than she could help. "Well now, that's a pity;

but there, we can't always help ourselves, can we, miss? and 'tisn't for

we to make 'ee feel it more'n you do a'ready. We've all on us got

something to put up with. Whereabouts up along do 'ee come from, miss,

if 'tisn't a rude question?"

"Devon," said Pamela, smiling at the old man. "It might be ever so much

worse, mightn't it? Do give me some comfort, Jabez,"

"Well, yess, miss," he answered, willing to cheer her if he could.

"And maybe 'twas only an accident. Your parents 'd gone there to live,

or something of that sort. Accidents will happen to the most

deserving."

"Yes," sighed Pamela, "I feel it was a mistake, for directly I came here

I felt at home, and I had never done so before."

"You'll be sorry to go back, miss."

"Sorry!" cried Pamela. "I can't bear to think of it. I never was so

happy in my life, and never enjoyed my holidays before."

It was a very simple holiday too, but each day was full of happiness.

One by one the four introduced Pamela to their best-beloved haunts.

They made excursions to Wenmere Woods, to Helbarrow Tors, to the moors

and the river. Very frequently, too, some of them went for drives with

Dr. Trenire far out into the country, over wild moorland, or through

beautiful valleys, and Pamela loved these drives as much as anything,

and felt she could listen for hours while the doctor told her the story

of some old cairn, or the legend of a holy well or wayside cross.

Once they all went to Newquay to visit Aunt Pike and Anna, and spent a

long, glorious day on the beautiful sands, paddling in and out of the

rock pools in search of rare sea-weeds, and anemones, and shells.

"I didn't know your aunt was so old," said Pamela later, when she and

Kitty were talking over the events of the day. "You did not tell me she

was."

"No," said Kitty thoughtfully, "I didn't think she was. I noticed it

to-day myself, but I never did before. She does look quite old, doesn't

she?" appealing to Pamela, as though still doubting her own eyes.

"I don't think she looked so last term. She seemed quite altered to-day

somehow, so small and shrivelled, or something."

But other interests soon drove the matter from Kitty's mind, and she

thought no more about it until Mrs. Pike and Anna returned to Gorlay a

few days before the end of the holidays to see to Dan's and Kitty's

outfits, and by that time Kitty was far too miserable at the prospect of

returning to school to give more than a passing thought to her aunt's

changed appearance.

Anna was quite strong again, though her old nervous, restless manner had

not left her, and she still had the same difficulty in meeting one's

eyes fairly and squarely.

"Your cousin looks as though she had something on her mind," said

Pamela. "Do you think she has?"

"I don't know," said Kitty; "at least I don't think it would trouble her

much if she had. She didn't really enjoy herself at Newquay. She says

she is very glad to be home again, and I should think she would be too,"

added poor homesick Kitty. "I am sure I should get well here quicker

than anywhere," and Pamela agreed.

"I think it was nonsense of Dan to say it was worth while to go away to

have the pleasure of coming home," she moaned when the last day came.

"I am sure _nothing_ could make up to me for the misery of going, and I

think it is worse the second time than the first."

Poor Kitty's woe was so great that at last her father was driven to

expostulate. "Kitty dear, do try to be brave," he pleaded. "I am not

very well, and I cannot bear to see you so unhappy. You make it very

hard for others, dear, by taking your trials so hardly."

Kitty looked and felt very much ashamed. "I hadn't thought of that,"

she said; "but, father, it is really very hard to bear. You don't know

how miserable I feel."

"How will you bear greater troubles when they come, as they are sure

to?"

"There couldn't be greater ones," said foolish Kitty.

"My dear, my dear, don't say such things. This is, after all, but a

short temporary parting, when we could all come together if needs be.

There are some that last a lifetime," he added sadly, and Kitty knew he

was thinking of her dead mother. A few moments later he spoke more

cheerfully. "I am going up with you to-morrow," he said. "Perhaps that

will comfort you a little."

Kitty looked delighted, but Dr. Trenire did not tell her that when he

had left her at her school he was going to consult a doctor about his

own health; for he intended to let no one know that he was bound on such

an errand until he had heard the verdict, and only then if it was

absolutely necessary.

However, the consultation proved that it was absolutely necessary, and a

few days later the following letter reached Kitty:--

"My Dearest Kitty,--I have to send you some news which is not good, but

you must not think it very bad. A few days ago I was told by a medical

man that I must take a long holiday and a sea voyage as soon as

possible, and he dared me to stay away less than three months. I am

obeying him because I want to feel stronger than I have lately, and I do

not believe in asking a clever man's advice and then refusing to act

upon it. So I am getting a _locum tenens_ here for a time, and as soon

as I have introduced him to my patients I shall start on a cruise

somewhere. I have not yet decided where. But before I go I shall

certainly come and spend a day with you, my dear, to talk things over.

I will write to Miss Pidsley and arrange it all. Your aunt will look

after Betty and Tony very carefully, as you know, while I am away, and

they have promised me to be happy and good, so that I may not be worried

about them. They are a good little pair, on the whole, and I feel quite

satisfied about Tony at any rate.

"You must promise not to fret or worry about my health or my absence.

The doctor told me to keep as free from anxieties as possible, so, if

you want to help me--and I know you will--you must be as happy and do as

well at school as you possibly can--that will help me more than

anything--and write to me letters full of smiles. I know you know how

to, and I shall count on hearing frequently. In about three months'

time I hope we may all be journeying home together to keep our summer

holidays. I shall be back in time, I promise you, and will arrange so

that I can meet you and Dan.

"I shall be writing again in a day or two.--

"Your affectionate Father."

When first she opened this letter and mastered its contents, Kitty

turned cold and faint with the shock it brought her. At once her

imagination pictured her father ill, dying, or going away from them all

and dying at sea.

"He's more ill than he will say, I know," she moaned. "Father never

tells the worst. O father! Father! and I am not even at home to be with

him. If I could see him I should know; but here I am in prison, and--

and I can't know what is happening at home!" and Kitty collapsed on her

bed, sobbing pitifully.

"Katherine! Katherine! what is the matter, child?" Miss Pidsley,

hearing sounds of grief, opened the door and looked in, then she walked

in and closed it behind her.

"I have had such dreadful news," moaned Kitty. "Father is very ill--

I know he is worse than he says--and I am not there, and--and I am here

a prisoner. Read what he says, Miss Pidsley."

Miss Pidsley laid her strong hand on Kitty's trembling arm. "Dear, you

must know that if your father wanted you, or thought it necessary that

you should be home, that he would send for you, and you could go at

once, so do not feel yourself a prisoner." Then she read the letter

slowly and carefully through.

"Isn't it dreadful?" sighed Kitty, looking up at her as she laid the

letter down.

"It is a trouble for you certainly, dear," said Miss Pidsley. "But I

think you have every reason to hope that your father may soon be well

and strong again, and in the meantime I see he has given you plenty to

do for him. Don't let him know that you are not able or willing to do

what he asks you to."

"What has he asked me to do?" cried Kitty, starting up eager to begin

then and there.

Miss Pidsley held out the letter, and pointed out one particular

paragraph. "If you want to help me--and I know you will--you must be as

happy and do as well at school as you possibly can. That will help me

more than anything."

"But that can't really help him, and--and it is so difficult." Kitty

looked up into Miss Pidsley's face very dolefully.

"But it does help, dear, more than you can imagine. Nothing would worry

your father more than to feel you were unhappy. Do try, for his sake.

You can't refuse his request, can you?"

"No," said Kitty mournfully, "I can't. I--I will try, but--it is very

hard to begin at once, isn't it? One is frightened and unhappy before

one knows one is going to be, and then it is so hard to forget it again

and try to feel brave and happy, and all that sort of thing; and oh, it

does seem so dreadful that father should be ill, and have to go away

from us. I can hardly believe it."

"You must try not to think of it in that way, dear, but think that he

has been ill for some time without being able to do anything to make

himself well again, and that now he is about to be cured, and if he has

rest and change and an easy mind every day will see him a little

stronger and happier. He has worked hard and long, and often, probably,

when he has been feeling quite unfit; but now he is going to have a real

rest, and to enjoy himself. It is good to think of, isn't it?"

"Oh yes," cried Kitty, much more cheerfully, "and I hope he will get off

soon, for I know he will get no rest while he is in Gorlay. I have

never known father have a holiday."

"Then let us all try to make it a really happy one now," said Miss

Pidsley, and she went away leaving Kitty much comforted.

Three days later Dr. Trenire came up to say "good-bye," and at the end

of a long, pleasant day together, happy in spite of the parting before

them, Kitty bade him "good-bye" with a brave and smiling face, and sent

him back to Gorlay cheered and comforted, and with at least one care

less on his mind; for in his heart he had been dreading that day,

because of Kitty's grief at parting.

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