CHAPTER XI

ONE THING THE OLD DOCTOR DID

Every girl in Briarwood Hall was much troubled by the result of the fire.

The old rivalry between the East and the West Dormitories, that had been

quite fierce at times and in years before, had died out under Ruth

Fielding's influence.

Indeed, since the inception of the Sweetbriars a better spirit had come

over the entire school. Mrs. Tellingham in secret spoke of this as the

direct result of Ruth's character and influence; for although Ruth

Fielding was not namby-pamby, she was opposed to every form of rude

behavior, or to the breaking of rules which everyone knew to be important.

The old forms of hazing--even the "Masque of the Marble Harp," as it was

called--were now no longer honored, save in the breach. The initiations of

the Sweetbriars were novel inventions--usually of Ruth's active brain; but

they never put the candidate to unpleasant or risky tasks.

There certainly were rivalries and individual quarrels and sometimes

clique was arrayed against clique in the school. This was a school of

upwards of two hundred girls--not angels.

Nevertheless, Mrs. Tellingham and the instructors noted with satisfaction

how few disturbances they had to settle and quarrels to take under

advisement. This class of girls whom they hoped to graduate in June were

the most helpful girls that had ever attended Briarwood Hall.

"The influence of Ruth and some of her friends has extended to our next

class as well," Mrs. Tellingham had said. "Nettie Parsons and Ann Hicks

will be of assistance, too, for another year. I wish, however, that Ruth

Fielding's example and influence might continue through _my_ time----I

certainly do."

The girls of the East Dormitory held a meeting before breakfast and passed

resolutions requesting Mrs. Tellingham to rearrange their duo and

quartette rooms so that as many as possible of the West Dormitory girls

could be housed with them.

"We're all willing to double up," said Sarah Fish, who had become leader

of the East Dormitory. "I'm perfectly willing to divide my bureau drawers,

book-shelves, table and bed with any of you orphans. Poor things! It must

be awful to be burned out."

"Some of us haven't much to put in bureau drawers or on bookshelves," said

Helen, inclined to be lugubrious. "I--I haven't a decent thing to wear

but what I have on right now. I unpacked my trunk clear to the very bottom

layer."

However, as a rule, selfish considerations did not enter into the girls'

discussion of the fire. When they looked at the ruined building, they saw

mainly the loss to the school. A loyalty is bred in the pupils of such an

institution as Briarwood Hall, which is only less strong than love of home

and country.

A new structure to house a hundred girls would cost a deal of money.

There was no studying done before breakfast the morning after the fire;

and at the tables the girls' tongues ran until Miss Brokaw declared the

room sounded like a great rookery she had once disturbed near an old

English rectory.

"I positively cannot stand it, young ladies," declared the nervous

teacher, who had been up most of the night. "Such continuous chatter is

enough to crack one's eardrums."

The girls really were too excited to be very considerate, although they

did not mean to offend Miss Brokaw. If the window or an outer door was

opened, the very tang of sour smoke on the air set their tongues off again

about the fire.

Once in chapel, however, a rather solemn feeling fell upon them. The

teacher whose turn it was to read, selected a psalm of gratitude that

seemed to breathe just what was in all their hearts. It gave thanks for

deliverance from the terrors of the night and those of the noonday, for

the Power that encircles poor humanity and shelters it from harm.

"We, too, have been sheltered," thought Ruth and her friends. "We have

been guarded from the evil that flyeth by night and from the terror that

stalketh at noonday. Surely God is our Keeper and Strength. We will not be

afraid."

When Helen played one of the old, old hymns of the Church she brought such

sweet tones from the strings of the violin that Miss Picolet hushed her

accompaniment, surprised and delighted. And when they sang, Ruth

Fielding's rich and mellow voice carried the air in perfect harmony.

When the hymn was finished the girls turned glowing faces upon Mrs.

Tellingham who, despite a sleepless night, looked fresh and sweet.

"For the first time in the history of Briarwood Hall as a school," she

said, speaking so that all could hear her, "a really serious calamity has

fallen."

"We are all determined upon one thing, I am sure," pursued Mrs.

Tellingham. "We will not worry about what is already done. Water that has

run by the mill will never drive the wheel, you know. We will look forward

to the rebuilding of the West Dormitory, and that as soon as it can

possibly be done."

"Hoo-ray!" cried Jennie Stone, leading a hearty cheer.

"We will have the ruin of the old structure torn away at once."

The murmur of appreciation rose again from the girls assembled.

"I do not recall at this moment just how much insurance was on the West

Dormitory; I leave those details to Doctor Tellingham, and he is now

looking up the papers in the office. But I am sure there is ample to

rebuild, and if all goes well, a new West Dormitory will rise in the place

of these smoking ruins before our patrons and our friends come to our

graduation exercises in June."

"Oh, bully!" cried Ann Hicks, under her breath. "I want Uncle Bill to see

Briarwood at its very best."

"But the dear old ivy never can be replaced," Mercy Curtis murmured to

Ruth.

"We shall endeavor," went on Mrs. Tellingham, smiling, "to repeat in the

new building all the advantages of the old. We shall have everything

replaced, if possible, exactly as it was before the fire."

"There was a big inkspot on my rug," muttered Jennie Stone. "Bet they

can't get _that_ just in the same place again."

"You homeless girls must, in the meanwhile, possess your souls with

patience. The younger girls who had quarters in the West Dormitory will

be made comfortable in the East. But you older girls must be cared for in

a different way.

"Some few I shall take into my own apartments, or otherwise find room for

in the main building here. Some, however, will have to occupy quarters

outside the school premises until the new building is constructed and

ready for occupancy. Arrangements for these quarters I have already made.

And now we can separate for our usual classes and work, with the feeling

that all will come out right and that the new dormitory will be built

within reasonable time."

She ceased speaking. The door near the platform suddenly opened and "the

old doctor" as the girls called the absent-minded husband of their

preceptress, hastily entered.

He stumbled up to the platform, waving a number of papers in his hand. He

stammered so that he could hardly speak at first, and he gave no attention

to the amazed girls in the audience.

"Mrs. Tellingham! Mrs. Tellingham!" he ejaculated. "I have made a great

mistake--an unpardonable error! In renewing the insurance for the various

buildings I overlooked that for the West Dormitory and its contents. The

insurance on that ran out a week ago. There was not a dollar on it when it

burned last night!"

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