CHAPTER XII.

THE FAIRY BOX.

The rest of the week at Dawlish passed on the wings of speed.

Mrs. Aylmer took her departure on the following morning, and neither

the little Mummy nor Florence saw her again, but at the end of the week

a box arrived at the widow's cottage. It was a wooden box carefully

nailed down, and labelled: "This side up with care." It was addressed

to Miss Florence Aylmer, and caused intense excitement, not only in the

breast of Florence herself and Mrs. Aylmer, but also in that of Sukey

and the near neighbors, for Mrs. Aylmer's tongue had not been idle

during the few days which had passed since her sister-in-law's visit,

and the intentions of Aunt Susan with regard to Florence had been

freely talked over and commented on.

Nothing was said about the Scholarship. Mrs. Aylmer thought it just as

well to leave that out. Her remarks were to the following effect:

"Florence is about to be adopted by her very wealthy aunt; she is

already keeping her at a good school, and is about to send her some

suitable dresses. In the end she will doubtless leave her her fortune."

After this Sukey and the neighbors looked with great respect at

Florence, who for her part had never felt so cross in her life as when

these hints were made.

"Mummy," she said once to her parent, "if I want to keep my

self-respect I ought to refuse those clothes and give up Aunt Susan."

"My dear child, what do you mean? If you wanted to keep your

self-respect! My dear Florence, are you mad?"

"Alas, mother, I fear I am mad," replied the girl, "for I do intend to

accept Aunt Susan's bounty. I will wear her pretty dresses, and all

the other things she happens to send me, and I will take her money and

do my best, my very best, to get the Scholarship; but all the same,

mother, I shall do it meanly, I know I shall do it meanly. It would be

better for me to give up the Scholarship and go as a poor girl to

Stoneley Hall. Mother, there is such a thing as lowering yourself in

your own eyes, and I feel bad, bad about this."

Florence made these remarks on the evening the box arrived. The box

was in the tiny sitting-room still unopened. Mrs. Aylmer was regarding

it with flushed cheeks, and now after Florence's words she suddenly

burst into tears.

"You try me terribly, Flo," she said, "and I have struggled so hard for

your sake. This is such a splendid chance: all your future secured and

I, my darling, relieved of the misery of feeling that you are

unprovided for. Oh, Flo, for my sake be sensible."

"I will do anything for you, mother," said Florence, whose own eyes had

a suspicion of tears in them. "It was just a passing weakness, and I

am all right now. Yes, I will get the Scholarship, and I will stoop to

Aunt Susan's ways--I will cringe to her if necessary; I will do my best

to propitiate Sir John Wallis, and I will act like a snob in every

sense of the word. There now, Mummy, I see you are dying to have the

box opened. We will open it and see what it contains."

"First of all, kiss me, Florry," said Mrs. Aylmer.

Florence rose, went up to her mother, took her in her arms, and kissed

her two or three times, but there was not that passion in the embrace,

that pure _abandon_ of love which Florence's first kiss when she

arrived at Dawlish had been so full of.

"Now, then," she said, in a hasty voice, "let us get the screwdriver

and open the box. This is exciting; I wonder what sort of taste Aunt

Susan's dressmaker has."

"Exquisite, you may be sure, dear. There, there, I am all trembling to

see the things, and Sukey must have a peep, mustn't she, Flo?"

"If I acted as I ought," said Florence, "I would take this box just as

it stands unopened to Cherry Court School to-morrow."

"Oh, no, my dear; you could not think of doing such a thing; it would

be so unkind to me. I shall dream of you in your pretty dresses, my

love."

Florence said nothing more; she took the screwdriver from her mother,

and proceeded to open the box.

Inside lay fold after fold of tissue paper. This was lifted away and

then the first dress appeared to view. It was a soft shimmering silk

of light texture, fashionably made and very girlish and simple.

Florence could not help trembling when she saw it. All her scruples

vanished at the first sight of the lovely clothes, and she took them

out one by one to gaze at them in amazed delight.

The silk dress was followed by a flowered barege, and this by one or

two cottons, all equally well made, quite suitable for a young girl,

and the sort of dress which would give to Florence's somewhat clumsy

figure a new grace. Under the three lighter dresses was a very plain

but smartly-made thin blue serge, altogether different from the sort of

serge which Florence had worn up to the present. To this serge was

pinned a label, on which the words were written: "Travelling dress, and

to be worn every day at school."

Under the pretty serge were half a dozen white embroidered aprons, and

below them piles and piles of underlinen, all beautifully embroidered,

silk stockings, little shoes, plenty of gloves, handkerchiefs, also

embroidered with Florence's name. In short, a complete and very

perfect wardrobe.

"Dear, dear, is it a dream?" said Florence; "am I the same girl? What

magic that Scholarship has worked!"

"You must try them on, Flo," said the widow; "we shall be up some time.

You must try one and all of them on, and Sukey shall come in and see

you."

"Oh, mother, is it necessary to show them all to Sukey?"

"I think so, love, for it will spread the news, and it will greatly

enhance my position in the place. I quite expect the Pratts will ask

me to tea once a week, and they give very good teas--excellent; I never

tasted better hot cakes than Ann Pratt makes. Yes, Flo dear, Sukey

must see you in your smart clothes. Come upstairs to our bedroom and

let us begin the trying-on, dearest."

Florence was sufficiently impressed with her new position to agree to

this. She went upstairs with her mother, and for the next two hours

the ladies were very busy.

Sukey was called to view Florence in each of her frocks, and when Sukey

held up her hands and said that Miss Florence looked quite the lady of

quality, and when she blinked her old eyes and fussed round the young

girl, Mrs. Aylmer thought that her cup of bliss was running over.

At last the trying-on was completed, the old dresses discarded and put

away, and Florence came downstairs in her travelling serge, wondering

if a fairy wand had been passed over her, and if she were indeed the

same girl who had arrived at Dawlish a week ago.

"And here's a letter from your aunt; it arrived a quarter of an hour

ago," said Mrs. Aylmer. "I have not opened it yet. I wonder what she

says."

"Read it to me, mother; we may as well go in for the whole thing. Aunt

Susan evidently intends to turn me out properly. Do I look much nicer

in this serge, mother?"

"You look most elegant, dear, you really do. You will have a very fine

figure some day, and your face now in that very pretty setting-off has

a very distinguished appearance. You have an intellectual forehead,

Flo; be thankful that you inherit it from your poor dear father."

"Well, read the letter now, mother," said Florence.

Mrs. Aylmer opened the envelope, and took out the thick sheet of paper

which it contained.

Mrs. Aylmer the great generally wrote few words. It was only on the

occasion of her last letter that she had indulged in a long

correspondence. Now she said briefly:

"MY DEAR MABEL: I believe that Florence's box of clothes will arrive on

Thursday evening, so that she will be able to return to Cherry Court

School dressed as my niece. I wish her in future to speak of herself

as my niece, as I am very well known in many circles as Mrs. Aylmer, of

Aylmer Hall. If Florence plays her cards well and obtains the

Scholarship she will have a good deal to say of Aylmer Hall in the

future.

"I enclose herewith a five-pound note, and please ask Florence to

exchange her third-class ticket for a first-class one, and telegraph to

the station-master at Hilchester to have a carriage waiting for her, in

order to take her back to the school as my niece ought to arrive. Tell

her from me that during the next term I will allow her as pocket-money

two pounds a month, so that she may show her companions she is really

the niece of a wealthy woman. As to you, Mabel, I hope you will not

interfere in any way with the dear child, but allow her to pursue her

studies as my niece ought. If she fails to get the Scholarship all

these good things will cease, but doubtless she has too much spirit and

too much ability to fail."

"There," said Mrs. Aylmer, when she had finished the letter, "can you

take your tea after that? Five pounds, and you are to go back

first-class! That I should live to see the day! This is all Sir John

Wallis's doing. There is not the least doubt that he had a wonderful

effect upon Aunt Susan."

"Yes, a wonderful effect," said Florence, in a gloomy voice. She was

wearing the neat and beautifully fitting serge, a white linen collar

encircled her throat, and was fastened by the neatest of studs, and

white linen cuffs also encircled her wrists; her figure was shown off

to the best advantage. On her feet were the silk stockings and the

dainty shoes which she had so coveted a week ago, and yet her heart

felt heavy, heavy as lead. Her mother pushed the five-pound note

towards her, but she did not touch it.

"Look here, Mummy," she said, "we will exchange the third-class fare

for a first-class one, and then you shall have the balance of the five

pounds. It will make up for what you denied yourself to have me here;

it is only fair."

"Oh, Flo, you dear, sweet, generous child--but dare I take it?"

"Yes, Mummy, you must take it; it is the only drop of comfort in all

this. I don't like it, Mummy. I have a mind even now to----"

"To what, my dear child?"

"To take off this finery and send back the money, and just be myself.

I wish to respect myself, but somehow I don't now. Oh, Mummy, Mummy, I

don't like it."

"Florence, dear child, you are mad. This sudden happiness, this

unlooked-for delight has slightly turned your brain--you will be all

right in the future. Don't think any more about it, love. We must go

upstairs now to pack your things in order to get you ready for your

journey to-morrow."

"All right," said Florence.

"You have not taken your tea, dearest. Is there any little thing you

would fancy--I am sure Sukey would run to the butcher's--a sweetbread

or anything?"

"No, no, mother--nothing, nothing. I am not hungry--that's all."

The next morning at an early hour Florence bade her mother good-bye and

started back for Cherry Court School. It was very luxurious to lie

back on the soft padded cushions of the first-class carriage and gaze

around her, and sometimes start up and look at her own image in the

glass opposite. She could not help seeing that she looked much nicer

in her white sailor hat, her pretty white gloves, and well-fitting dark

blue serge than she had looked when she went to Dawlish one week ago.

And that trunk in the luggage-van kept returning to her memory again

and again, and in her purse were ten shillings, and in her mother's

purse were three pounds, for the difference between the third-class and

the first-class fares had been paid, and Florence, after keeping ten

shillings for immediate expenses, could still hand her mother three

pounds.

"You don't know what it will be to me, Flo," the little Mummy had said.

"I shall be able to buy a new dress for the winter. I didn't dare to

say a word to your Aunt Susan about her cast-offs; I scarcely liked to

do so. But there are your clothes too, dear; I can cut them up and

make use of them. Yes, I am quite a rich woman, and it is all owing to

the Scholarship."

The thought of that three pounds for her mother did comfort Florry, and

her conscience was not accusing her so loudly that day, so she sat back

on the cushions and reviewed the position. She was going back to

Cherry Court School as a rich girl; what would her companions think of

her?

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