Mr. Sherwood returned home feeling much relieved, and meeting Aunt Jennie
on the stairs, asked after Dexie's present condition.
"She is crying still, though not so violently. I fear she has fully
determined not to take part in the concert to-night. I have done my best,
but I cannot shake her determination, so I have left her to herself to
think it over."
"That's right. I have just been in to Mrs. Gurney's, and she has offered to
settle the difficulty and be responsible for her appearance to-night."
"That is good news, indeed. I have perfect trust in Mrs. Gurney's ability
to succeed where the rest of us all fail; but the next trouble is, I
haven't the least idea what Dexie intended to do with the yards of lace she
brought home this morning, unless she intends to drape it over her dress in
some way."
"Mrs. Gurney has promised to relieve us of that trouble also. She is quite
as anxious as we are that Dexie shall make a good appearance, and if you
will collect the fixings and take them in, Mrs. Gurney says her dressmaker
will do what is necessary."
"Then the trouble may be considered over," said she, with a relieved sigh.
"I will run into Mrs. Gurney's myself, and see what I can do for the
general good. How nice it is to have _real_ friends so near!" she added,
as she followed Mr. Sherwood into the sitting-room.
In about half an hour, Elsie Gurney came running into the house, and as she
came through the hall called, "Dexie, Dexie, where are you?"
Aunt Jennie opened the door, saying: "She is up in her room, Elsie; run
right up."
Dexie heard the call, and, hastily rising, poured some cold water into the
basin, and began to bathe her face. Her head was bent over the basin when
Elsie entered the room.
"Oh, here you are! What on earth are you poking up here for at this time of
day?" was the matter-of-fact greeting. "You are to hurry up and come into
our house and stay to dinner. Mother said you are allowed, so you needn't
stop to ask permission; and, just think, the box that grandma sent from
England has arrived, and it is full of all kinds of finery. You know we
always have a box sent us at Christmas time, but this one was delayed
somehow," and she looked curiously at the flushed face that was buried in
the brimming hands. "There is always something for everyone of us in the
box; but do hurry, Dexie, your face isn't so dirty that it needs soaking, I
hope."
"Well, hardly," was the reply, thankful enough to be given so much time to
recover her composure; "but I may as well tell you before you find it out
yourself that I have had a bad attack of the pouts, and the effect is not
so easy to get rid of. Now, you needn't ask what's up, for I don't intend
to tell you."
"Pshaw! who cares about your pouts? Not I, anyway," was the reply, in a
high and mighty tone. "Come along, if you're coming, and if you're not,
then stay home. I can't wait, for I want to see what is in the box for me."
This unceremonious manner of treatment made Dexie come down somewhat from
the pedestal of injured greatness, and she forced herself to talk to Elsie
to keep her waiting, while she made a fresh toilet.
"Now, do I look a fright?" Dexie asked, as she prepared to follow Elsie
downstairs.
"Well, I can't say that you look much worse than usual, but you certainly
don't look any better. Your nose looks swelled. Shouldn't wonder if you had
it tweaked; but, then, what odds how it looks? Hurry up, and come along. We
have apple dumplings for dinner to-day. Do you like milk or sauce on them
best?"
Dexie did not answer; something of more consequence than dumplings was
troubling her just then, and as she followed Elsie into the front hall, she
was tenderly feeling her nose and mentally comparing it with its usual
proportions, inwardly calling herself all sorts of hard names for being so
silly.
"But I won't whistle to-night, so there!" she kept saying to herself, as if
she needed to keep her determination constantly before herself in order to
back it up.
Elsie rushed up the stairs at once, eager to enjoy the delights that an
English box always contained; but for once Dexie's interest was centred in
herself. Her nose could not be forgotten; in fact, she was trying to reduce
its proportions by pressing it between her thumb and finger. She wondered
if the rest of the family would notice it and make remarks thereon. Lancy
would be sure to know at once that something was wrong; but she would keep
out of sight, for she would _not_ whistle; no, indeed.
"Oh, Dexie, how you do poke along!" Elsie remarked from the top of the
stairs. "I declare, you are enough to try the patience of a Job. Come
along, or I'll rush into the room first, manners or no manners; then mother
will be displeased."
Dexie was up the few remaining steps before Elsie had finished speaking.
She was just as anxious to see the English presents as if half of them were
meant for herself. Her swelled nose was instantly forgotten, and she passed
through the door that Elsie held open for her, and was soon bending over
the treasures with the rest. The room was soon in confusion, as dress
patterns, laces, ribbons, gloves and fans, and trinkets in endless variety
were strewn over bed, table and chairs. The swelled nose could not hide the
beautiful things laid out for her admiring eyes, and she watched with
smiling face as Elsie adorned herself with finery without regard to number
or suitability.
"Oh, what a fine Indian brave am I!" sang Elsie as she danced before the
mirror, her arms adorned with three sets of bracelets, and her neck
encircled with ribbons and lace, while several lockets and charms attached
to velvet bands added to her glory. "Now, with a few of those ostrich tips
in my hair, I shall be ready to start for the Governor's ball," she added,
dancing around the room, sending the ribbons and laces gaily fluttering
behind her.
"You'll bawl at home, my lady, if you spoil anything with your capers,"
said Cora. "Take off those things at once, Elsie; some of them are mine, I
know. Oh! here is a note, mother. The coral set belongs to Elsie, and is
presented by her godmother, and this bangled set is mine. Do you think they
would be too showy to wear to-night, mother?"
"Oh! what is this beautiful thing?" Dexie exclaimed, as she lifted a
handsome lace bertha. "My! isn't it lovely? How do I look in borrowed
feathers--or laces, to be more exact?"
"Oh, fine!" Elsie replied. "I wonder who it was sent to--not me, I hope; it
would make me look like a fright, while it makes you look like a fairy,"
and Elsie turned to examine another parcel.
But Cora had decided in her own mind who it was that should be the first to
wear the pretty lace affair, for as she looked at Dexie with the fluffy
thing around her neck and throat, she seemed to suggest the very character
she was to fill in the evening, and, as she removed it and laid it gently
aside, Cora whispered to her mother:
"It will suit her nicely, don't you think? What else would do to go with
it?"
"Those ribbons and gloves match it perfectly; they were meant to go
together, I expect, for an evening costume. Just see what she takes a fancy
to, and lay it aside; then use your own judgment."
A little scream of delight from Elsie betokened another pleasant discovery.
"Gloves! boxes of gloves, and handkerchiefs by the set, and all hemmed,
too! Oh! and marked; see, these are my initials. Blessings on the
thoughtful person who sent me those, for my handkerchiefs disappear as
mysteriously as ghosts. Now, if I only unearth a box of shoe-laces, I'll
think my cup of joy quite full."
"Shoe-laces! and they so cheap!" Dexie exclaimed in surprise.
"But I have to buy mine with my pocket-money. I break so many of the
tiresome things, that mother thinks it will make me more careful if I have
to replace them myself. But they are always in knots, and when I have to
keep them neat and tidy at my own expense it leaves me little enough for
chocolate creams. Dear me! I think they might have sent me a few dozen, so
that I might get a chance to have one good 'tuck in' for once, as the
street arabs say."
"Why, Elsie, I am surprised at you," was the mother's mild rebuke. "Surely
you can feel grateful, without requiring shoe-laces to 'fill up your cup
with joy,'" and there was a faint smile around the mouth that reproved in
such quiet tones.
"Ah! I know what ails me, mother dear. 'From all selfishness, envy,
uncharitableness,--and all the rest of it, good Lord, deliver me.' I'll say
it next Sunday with a different meaning to it, particularly if I get the
shoe-laces."
"Why, Elsie Gurney! how dare you speak those words so flippantly!" said
Cora severely, looking at her sister in surprise and displeasure.
"I wasn't _thinking_ flippantly, if I did speak so. I wasn't, truly,
mamma," said Elsie, in a contrite tone. "I never thought I was selfish
and--and all the other things when I said it over in church, but I do
believe I am--some--anyway. After this I will say 'deliver me' instead of
'us.'"
"Hasty speeches often lead to thoughtful acts. I will be very glad if the
missing shoe-laces make my daughter a little more thoughtful about things
of greater moment. Do not look so shocked, Cora; it did not _sound_ well, I
know, but she did not mean it irreverently, I'm sure. I remember when I was
a child at home we all had to learn the fifty-first Psalm as a Lenten
lesson, and once my little brother came through the rooms, singing it to
the most rollicking tune that was ever danced by; but the very contrast
between words and tune made the words sink into my heart as nothing else
could have done, for I did not learn very readily. Of course, dear, I do
not approve of it; but children are children, and the longer they remain so
the better, I think," and with a little sigh Mrs. Gurney left the room,
laying her hand lovingly on Elsie's head as she passed her.
More than an hour passed before the contents of the box had been examined,
then with Dexie's assistance the wrappings which covered the floor were
picked up, tables were tidied, and the room put in order.
Mrs. Gurney drew Lancy aside as soon as he entered the house, to explain
the difficulty about Dexie.
"What! Not whistle or go near us!" he cried. "Why, she'll have to!
Everybody is talking about the concert, and inquiring about our 'warbler.'
Those handbills were the greatest success. Not whistle, indeed, when the
crowd will be there on purpose to hear her. Why, mother, she is the chief
attraction! Where is she? I'll show her very soon that she _can't_ back
out. They would mob us if she failed to appear. Why, I couldn't go either
if she did not."
"Softly, softly, my son," laying her hand on his arm. "Wait a moment till I
explain further. Dexie is not one to be forced into doing a thing she does
not like, and if you talk to her in that strain you will only strengthen
her determination to stay at home. She must be treated differently if we
would gain her full consent, and nothing short of that will do. I have
watched her face, and I know that unless quiet measures are used she will
resist to the last. My boy, I am quite as anxious as you are about it, so
do not look so wild. Listen to my plan."
Lancy's excitement cooled down as he listened to his mother's advice, and
he promised to do his part if sufficient self-control were granted him.