Peggy Stewart at School Part 17
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The Thanksgiving visit had removed all sense of reserve or strangeness with Mrs. Harold, but they did not know Mrs. Howland, and for a moment there seemed an ominous lull. Then Peggy crying:
"I want my old place, Little Mother," nestled softly upon the arm of the big morris-chair in which Mrs. Harold sat, and rested her head against Mrs. Harold. The other girls had dropped upon chairs, but Mrs. Harold was minded to have her charges pro tem at closer range, so releasing herself from Peggy's circling arm for a moment, she reached for two plump cus.h.i.+ons upon the couch near at hand and flopping them down, one at either knee said: "Juno on this one, Rosalie on the other; Marjorie beside me and Natalie, Stella and Nelly with Polly," for Polly had already cuddled down upon her mother's chair.
Before the words had well left her lips, Rosalie had sprung to her coign of vantage crying:
"Oh, Mrs. Harold, you are the dearest chappie I ever knew, and it's already been ten times lovelier than Polly and Peggy ever could describe it."
With a happy little laugh, Natalie promptly seated herself upon the arm of Mrs. Howland's chair, but Juno hesitated a moment, looking doubtfully at the cus.h.i.+on. Juno was a very up-to-date young lady as to raiment. How could she flop down as Rosalie had done while wearing a skirt which measured no more than a yard around at the hem, and geared up in an undergarment which defied all laws of anatomy by precluding the possibility of bending at the waist line? She looked at Mrs. Harold and she looked at the cus.h.i.+on. As her boys would have expressed it "the Little Mother was not slow in catching on." She now laughed outright.
Juno did not know whether to resent it or join in the laugh too. There was something about the older woman, however, which aroused in girls a sense of camaraderie rather than reserve, though Juno had never quite been able to a.n.a.lyze it. She smiled, and by some form of contortion of which necessity and long practice had made her a pa.s.sed mistress, contrived to get herself settled upon the cus.h.i.+on.
"Honey," said Mrs. Harold, patting her shoulder, "if you want to live up to your name you'll discard your coat of mail. Your namesake would have scorned its limitations, and your young figure will be far lovelier and more graceful, to say nothing of the benefit to yourself and future generations, if you heave your armor plate overboard."
It was all said half-jestingly, half-seriously, but Juno gave her head a superior little toss as she answered:
"And go looking like a meal sack? To say nothing of flinging away twenty perfectly good dollars just paid to Madam Malone."
"I'm afraid I'm a very old-fas.h.i.+oned old lady, but I have no notion of letting any Madam Malone, or any other French lady from Erin dictate _my_ fas.h.i.+ons, or curtail the development and use of my muscles; I have too much use for them. Do Peggy and Polly resemble 'meal sacks?' Yet no Madam Malone has ever had the handling of their floating-ribs, let me tell you. Watch out, little girl, for a nervous, semi-invalid womanhood is a high price to pay for a pair of corsets at seventeen. There, my lecture is over and now let's talk of earthquakes."
At her aunt's question regarding Peggy and herself resembling "meal sacks," Polly laughed aloud and being in a position to practically demonstrate the freedom which a sensibly full skirt afforded, cried:
"If I couldn't _run_ when I felt like it I'd _die_. I tell you, when I strike heavy weather I want my rigging s.h.i.+p-shape. I'd hate to scud under bare poles."
The subject was changed but the words were not forgotten. The other girls had all gathered about the blazing logs upon cus.h.i.+ons or ha.s.socks, and a pretty group they formed as they talked eagerly of the coming hop, and tried to guess what Captain Stewart was planning, Mrs. Harold and Mrs. Howland joining enthusiastically in it all.
"Tanta," asked Polly, "do you know that Lily Pearl Montgomery and Helen Doolittle are here at Wilmot with Helen's uncle? We have christened him 'Foxy Grandpa.' Just wait till you see him. He looks the character exactly."
"Are they to go to the hop?" asked Mrs. Harold, instantly interested, for even though she had heard amusing tales of the two girls, they were still young girls, and she was concerned for their happiness and pleasure.
"We don't know and we didn't like to seem inquisitive," replied Polly.
"Yes, they are going, Little Mother. Helen told me so. Foxy Grandpa knows somebody who knows somebody else, who knows the boys who are to take them, but they didn't tell us their names. I wonder if we know them," was Peggy's laughing explanation.
"I hope they will have a happy time," said Mrs. Howland gently as she stroked back Polly's silky curls.
"You trust them to have the time of their lives, Mumsey. But oh, _isn't_ it good to be here!" and Polly favored her mother with an ecstatic hug.
"What time are we to go to Severndale tomorrow, Little Mother?" asked Peggy.
"Not until after the hop, dear. It will be very late, I know, but Christmas is a special day of days. That is the reason I'm going to send you all off early tonight. Nine-thirty gunfire will see you started for the Land o' Nod."
"Aren't we to wait until Daddy Neil comes back?"
"Not unless he gets back before three bells and it looks doubtful, two have already struck. But you'll learn the news the first thing in the morning."
But at that moment Captain Stewart came breezing into the room. Peggy and Polly flew to him crying:
"Did he say yes? Did he say yes? Oh, answer, quick! Do!" they begged, each clasping arms about him.
"If I answer quick you'll both cast loose but the longer I keep you in suspense the longer you'll lay hold," was his quizzical retort.
"We won't stir. We won't budge. Tell us."
For answer Captain Stewart drew an official-looking doc.u.ment from his blouse pocket and waved it high above the girls' heads. A series of ecstatic squeals arose from them. Opening the carefully folded paper he read its stereotyped phrasing, all of which is too serious to be herein repeated. Suffice it to say that it secured for
Durand Leroux, Second Cla.s.s Herbert Taylor, Second Cla.s.s Ralph Wilber, Third Cla.s.s Jean Paul Nichols, Third Cla.s.s Gordon Powers, Third Cla.s.s Douglas Porter, Third Cla.s.s
leave of absence under Captain Neil Stewart's orders from 6:30 P. M., December 23rd, to 6 P. M., December 25th, 19--.
When the excitement had somewhat subsided, Captain Stewart said:
"Now that I'm sure of it, I must go 'phone out to Severndale or Jerome and Harrison will be throwing fits. We'll have to quarter that bunch in the old wing, but Lord bless my soul, I reckon they'd be willing to go out to the paddock. But mind, you girls, _not one whisper of it to those boys, until I give the word_, or it will be the brig for every mother's daughter of you," and with this terrifying threat he strode off down the corridor.
Just then three bells struck in the tower and at the second stroke the nine-thirty gun boomed out its welcome "Release."
As the sound died away Mrs. Harold walked over to the big window calling to the girls to join her.
"Stand here a moment," she said, then going over to the electric switch turned off all the lights.
"Why? What?" cried all the girls excepting Peggy and Polly.
"Look at the windows on the third deck of Bancroft, southwest corner,"
she said, unhooking a drop light from above her desk and crossing the room to the puzzled girls. "Those are Durand's and Bert's rooms. Next to them are Gordon's and Doug's. Watch closely."
Presently from two of the windows lights were flashed three times in rapid succession. Then absolute darkness.
Instantly Mrs. Harold turned the reflector of her drop light toward the academy in such a way that the light would be cast out across the night, then by turning the key on and off quickly she flashed its rays three times, paused a moment, then repeated the signal.
Instantly from the rooms mentioned came the answering flashes, which after a brief interval were repeated, Mrs. Harold again giving her reply.
"Oh, who does it? What is it for? What do they mean?" asked her visitors.
"Just our usual good-night message to each other. My boys are all dear to me, but Durand and Gordon peculiarly so. Those rooms are theirs. Shall I tell you the message the flashes carry? It is just a little honor code.
I want the boys to stand well this term, but, like most boys they are always ready for skylarking, and the work from seven-thirty to nine-thirty is easily side-tracked. So we have agreed to exchange a message at gunfire if 'all is well.' If they have been boning tomorrow's work my flash light is answered; if not--well, I see no answering flash."
"Do you think they always live up to the agreement?" asked Rosalie.
"I have faith to believe they do. Isn't it always better to believe a person honest until we prove him a thief, than to go the other way about it? Besides, they carry the Talisman."
"What is it--Little Mother?" asked Juno, to the surprise of the others, slipping to Mrs. Harold's side and placing her arm about her.
"Would you really like to know, dear? Suppose we throw on a fresh log and leave the lights turned off. Then we'll have a confidential ten minutes before you go to bed. You can all cuddle down in a pile on the big bearskin."
A moment later the flames formed a brilliant background to a pretty picture, and Mrs. Harold was repeating softly, as the upspringing flames filled the room with, their light and rested lovingly upon the young faces upturned to here:
"Each night when three bells strike the hour Up in the old clock's lofty tower, A flas.h.i.+ng beam, a darting ray Their message of good faith convey.
"Those wavering, clear, electric beams, Who'll guess how much their message means?
Or dream the wondrous tale they tell?
'Dear Little Mother, all is well.'
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