"I ALWAYS SPEAK AS I THINK."
The Christmas holidays were over now, and once more governesses and
pupils were busy giving and receiving instruction in Mrs. Elder's
Select Establishment for Young Ladies. A few scholars still remained
absent, reluctant perhaps to come back to hard work after three weeks'
ease and gaiety; and amongst the list of truants was the name of
Winnifred Blake, whose blithe little face had been like a ray of
sunlight in the dingy school-room. "Confined to the house through
indisposition," Mrs. Elder explained to each anxious inquirer after the
tiny favourite. "Nothing serious; only a cold caught during
holiday-time." But the days passed by, and still no Winnie appeared.
Nellie had never seen or heard of her since that night at Dingle
Cottage when they had laughed so heartily together over poor Aunt Meg
and her infirmities; and she felt the separation keenly. At first the
other school-mates plied her with questions regarding Winnie's absence,
all of which she was unable to answer or parry successfully; and so by
degrees, and the help of Ada's sarcastic tongue, the secret oozed out,
and Nellie's star paled accordingly. The poisoned shaft of
carefully-veiled words struck home with new power: there was no Winnie
to whom to turn for sympathy, and so the old cross had to be taken up
again and carried day after day. Some of the girls sided sensibly with
Nellie, and tried to make school-life pleasant to her; but they were
unfortunately in the minority, and often got snubbed and censured by
the others for their kindness.
One afternoon, however, as Nellie was wending her way home from school,
a hand was laid on her shoulder, while an honest, kindly voice said
suddenly in her ear, "Well, it is good to get a peep at you again,
Nell. How are you?" and Dick's freckled face shone down on the rosy
one by his side.
The girl looked up with a happy smile. "O Dick!" she gasped; and then
it seemed as if words failed her, and she stood simply holding his
hand, and gazing with such genuine happiness into his eyes that the boy
laughed outright.
"What's up, Nell?" he inquired teasingly. "I declare such evident
admiration makes me feel quite bashful."
Nellie gave a little soft smile. "Don't be a tease, Dick," she said;
"I am only so pleased to see you and hear about Winnie."
Dick placed his hand on his heart and bowed. "The pleasure is mutual,"
he began; but receiving an energetic shake of the arm he continued,
"Oh, Win will soon be all right. She's been croaking like a raven for
the last fortnight or so, but is almost well now."
"When did she catch cold?"
Dick lowered his voice. "Coming home that night from Dingle Cottage.
We missed the 'bus--walked--and Win caught a chill."
"Was she very ill?"
"Oh no; but the doctor would not allow her to go out or even run from
one room to the other, so she has been cooped up in the oak parlour all
this time."
"Tell her I am very sorry, and she is to accept my dear love. Will
you, Dick?" and Nellie looked pleadingly up in the boy's kindly face.
"That I shall" (with emphasis). "And, here, I may as well give you a
piece of information, Nell. This is Wednesday--on Saturday afternoon I
sail for Calcutta."
Nellie stared. "What do you mean?" she cried in bewilderment.
"Precisely what I say, my dear girl," replied the wild boy, vastly
enjoying her amazement. "Perhaps you'll never see me any more, so do a
little weep--no, not here," as Nellie out of mischief slipped her hand
into her pocket; "we should have a crowd round us in no time if you
did, but in the--ahem!--privacy of your own room;" and Dick's eyes
sparkled.
"Calcutta! Does that mean you are going to be a sailor after all? O
Dick, have you gained your wish at last? I am so glad for your sake."
Human sympathy is very sweet. Dick's face beamed as he answered, "Yes,
Nell; the governor has given his consent. It was not so very difficult
to obtain after all" (a trifle sarcastically), "therefore I'm off on
Saturday."
"What is Winnie saying to all this?"
The boy's face saddened a little.
"Win's a brick," he replied enthusiastically; "she never says anything
about herself, but talks of all the different countries I shall see,
and hopes no harm will befall me. Dear little Win!" Dick's voice was
very tender as he spoke.
A silence followed, then the boy held out his hand. "Well, Nell, I
must say good-bye now. I'm on an errand of importance, and dare not
delay. Don't quite forget me, and be good to Winnie. There--ta-ta!"
and away sped Dick before Nellie had time to utter a single word.
About two hours afterwards he re-entered his own home, and made
straight for the oak parlour, chuckling to himself at the thought of
Winnie's delight when he told her his conversation with Nellie. But
disappointments sometimes accompany our enjoyments, and Dick's bright
anticipations of a quiet hour with his favourite sister received a
decided check; for on nearing the door, which was slightly ajar, he
heard the murmur of voices, and peering in cautiously saw, to his great
dismay, Mrs. Blake and Winnie entertaining no less honourable a visitor
than Miss Irvine. Dick smiled derisively at the tones of the
carefully-modulated voice, and ground his strong, white teeth on
detecting the malicious spite lurking under pretty sentences full of
apparent kindliness.
"I must apologize, Winnie, for not calling and inquiring after your
health before this," Ada was saying as Dick approached; "but I have
been assuming the _rôle_ of an invalid myself lately, and Mrs. Elder
would not allow me to venture out of doors till I was thoroughly
convalescent."
Mrs. Blake looked affectionately at her young visitor. "I did not know
you were unwell, my dear. Are you quite recovered now?"
"Yes, thank you; but there was not very much wrong with me, dear Mrs.
Blake, only a slight touch of cold in the throat. Mrs. Elder is so
careful, however, I am sure I owe her a debt of gratitude I shall never
be able to repay." Then turning to Winnie, Ada continued with a pretty
show of anxiety, "I was very sorry to hear of your illness, Win. How
did you manage to catch such a severe cold?"
"That is what I cannot tell," interrupted Mrs. Blake, feeling inclined
to shake her naughty little step-daughter for her sullen behaviour
towards this amiable young visitor. "I happened to be from home one
day during the Christmas holidays, and on my return found Winnie
coughing dreadfully and quite fevered with cold."
Ada meditated a few seconds. "I wonder," she said at length, in slow,
deliberate tones, "if your illness dated from that afternoon you spent
at Dingle Cottage almost a month ago? I was visiting an old woman, a
former _nurse_ of mine, who lives in the house opposite, that same day,
and remember perfectly seeing you and Miss Latimer standing together at
one of the windows."
"Surely you must have been mistaken, my dear. Winnie never visits at
Dingle Cottage now," Mrs. Blake interposed unconsciously.
"Perhaps, but I hardly think so. However" (with a look of the utmost
innocence), "Winnie will be able to solve that riddle," and the
spiteful girl turned towards her sick friend and awaited the reply.
Winnie's cheeks were burning, and the great eyes full of a withering
contempt. Raising them calmly to her visitor's placid face, and
without a trembling of the proud young lips, she answered
quietly,--"Your surmise was correct, Ada. I did spend an afternoon
lately at Dingle Cottage; and I am afraid, as you so kindly hinted
before, that my cold dated from that night."
Mrs. Blake was angry, very angry indeed, but too well bred to show her
annoyance before her visitor. She changed the subject with ready tact,
and made a most fascinating hostess; while Winnie sat in dead silence,
with a great scowl disfiguring her pretty face, and Dick danced his
displeasure on the door-mat.
After a short time Ada rose to leave, and holding out a daintily-gloved
hand to her sullen companion, said sweetly, "Good-bye, Winnie. I trust
you will soon be better; and if I can possibly find leisure for another
visit, rest assured I shall drop in on you some day soon."
"Pray, don't," replied Winnie, wilfully disregarding her step-mother's
look of heavy displeasure. "Your visit has not afforded me such a vast
amount of pleasure that I could wish its repetition at an early date.
We never were friends, Ada" (with ungoverned passion), "never so long
as I can remember. You hate me, and I--I detest you; why, then, will
you persist in assuming a friendship that has no foundation?"
Dick's war-dance continued with greater vigour at this point, while
Mrs. Blake in haughtiest tones said to Winnie, "How dare you insult
Miss Irvine in this manner? Apologize at once, I command you."
Ada's face, as she turned it towards her hostess, wore a sweet, patient
look, with just the tiniest flicker of pain about the curves of the
perfect lips. "Please, do not blame Winnie too severely, Mrs. Blake,"
she pleaded mildly; "her words are to some extent true, but I--" and
the lids drooped slowly over the lovely eyes, while a faint flush
tinged the delicate cheeks--"I was trying to turn over a new leaf and
gain Winnie's love."
"My eye, what a cram!" muttered Dick from behind the door. "Oh, but
she acts the hypocrite capitally. Now then for Win's happy reply. It
will be both sweet and original, I prophesy, for the little monkey is
bristling all over like an insulted hedgehog. Here goes!" and the
boy's ear was once more applied cautiously to the keyhole.
Winnie had risen by this time, and was confronting her adversary with a
look almost capable of annihilating a less daring foe than Ada Irvine.
Quite undaunted by the fear of future punishment, and recognizing only
the great wrong this girl was doing her, she said, "I think you are a
female Judas, Ada, and your true character will come to light some day.
I know--" but Winnie got frightened at the awful look in Mrs. Blake's
eyes, and stopped short, while Ada took refuge in tears.
"Come away, my dear," said her hostess, leading her gently from the
room; "Winnie is not herself today. When the child is in a passion her
language is uncontrollable; but I shall see she sends you a proper
apology for her rudeness."
Dick heard no more, having to slip away at that moment and hide behind
one of the statues in the passage during the exit of his step-mother
with the weeping Niobe; but when the sound of their footsteps had died
away in the distance, he rushed into the oak parlour, and seizing
Winnie round the waist, treated her to several convulsive hugs and
various exclamations of supreme delight.
"Well, old girl, you did the thing first-rate," he panted, throwing
himself into a chair and rubbing his hands vigorously together. "You
deserve to be commended, Win. Dear heart, as Aunt Debby says, what a
tongue somebody has!"
"I don't care," pouted Winnie, endeavouring to straighten her sash,
which Dick had been using as a handle during the hugging process; "I
only said what was true, and would repeat it all over again if she
cared to listen."
"Bravo! what a hard heart the girl possesses! Cold as an icicle, too,
not to melt under the influence of such dewy tears shed
from--ahem!--'sweetest eyes were ever seen.'"
"Crocodile tears!" (with scorn.) "I don't know how she managed to
squeeze them up. I never saw Ada Irvine weep before. As for
apologizing, I won't, no matter what happens."
"Perhaps your gentle friend had an onion hidden within the folds of
her--_mouchoir_. See how nicely I can speak French. You remember, in
the story of Beauty and the Beast, how the wicked sisters rubbed their
eyes with onions to 'pretend' they were weeping." Dick's eyes were
dancing as he spoke.
Winnie's indignation, however, would admit of no reply, and she sat
silently, like a little bird with its plumage all ruffled; while her
brother, stretched lazily opposite, gazed on the angry face and
soliloquized accordingly.
"Alas for the rarity
Of Christian charity,"
quoth the incorrigible boy. "Come, Win, be magnanimous for once and
forgive. Think what it would be to bask continually in the sunshine of
the lovely Ada's smiles. But there--poor little bird! did I stroke its
pretty feathers all the wrong way, and make it very cross?"
How much more Dick would have said remains a mystery, for Mrs. Blake
interrupted the interesting conversation by her entrance, and commanded
him to leave the room.
"I'll take possession of the door-mat once again," he decided, giving
Winnie an encouraging look as he passed out. "Eavesdropping is a low,
mean thing, I know; but Win may require my assistance, and altogether
it's as well I should be on the spot."
There is no need to describe the conversation that ensued between Mrs.
Blake and her troublesome step-daughter. The good lady was justified
in her displeasure at Winnie's daring disobedience; but her words were
cold, cruel words, little calculated to inspire the love and confidence
of a warm, tender-hearted child. She would listen to no
expostulations, she refused to reason; her commands must be obeyed;
Winnie would never dare to set her laws at defiance again; and at the
close of the session she would be transferred to another school. As
regarded Ada, she must write a humble apology, and in the future show
that sweet, amiable girl every respect.
Winnie stoutly refused (Dick chuckled with delight), and Mrs. Blake's
anger waxed stronger at the little rebel. She meditated for a few
seconds on the best method of punishment, and then said coldly,--"I
shall say nothing further in the meantime, Winnie, concerning your
flagrant act of disobedience in connection with Miss Latimer. When you
feel truly penitent, and confess your sorrow, I shall be pleased to
accept your apology; but I insist on a letter being written to Miss
Irvine now. One hour is at your disposal, and if at the end of that
period I return and find you still obdurate, then to-morrow's pleasure
is cancelled,--you will not be allowed, as promised, to see over Dick's
ship." With that Mrs. Blake left the room, and Winnie was left to
solitude and reflection.
For a long time she sat firmly determined to suffer anything rather
than yield. Her young heart burned with anger and pride--she hated
everybody and everything; but in the end love for Dick conquered, and
the required note was written.
"I don't mean one single word of all that scribble," she cried,
pitching the letter to the other end of the room. "I hate to humble
myself, so I do, and I should like to say all sorts of horrid things to
Ada Irvine; but I can't give up to-morrow's treat, and I wish to see as
much of my dear old Dick as possible. Wait till I get back to school,
however, and there will be fun." Winnie's face brightened at the
thought, and the old mischievous smile came back to her lips. After
all there was a good amount of wicked enjoyment to be derived from
having an enemy.