Grace Harlowe's Junior Year at High School Part 8
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"Why, yes," replied Mabel. "I could write the woman at the orphanage who was good to me. She is still there, and several times she has written to me, but Miss Brant read her letters first and then tore them up. Her name is Mary Stevens, and she would surely know!"
"Then write to her at once," said Grace, "and tell her to send her letter in an outside envelope addressed to me. Your whole future depends upon her answer."
Grace thereupon related to her their conversation of the previous night.
"As soon as you find out about Miss Brant's claim, we shall take the matter to Jessica's father, who is a lawyer. He will help us," Grace concluded. "Then when you are free, we shall have something else to tell you. Just be patient for a few days, and don't be afraid.
Everything will come right."
"How can I ever thank you all?" said Mabel, taking one of Grace's hands between hers and looking at her with a world of grat.i.tude in her eyes.
"I will write to-night. I must go now or I shall be home late. Forgive me for hurrying away, but I daren't stay," she added piteously. "You know that I should like to. Good-bye, and thank you again."
"Good-bye," called Grace. "I'll let you know as soon as I hear from Mary Stevens."
"What a sweet little girl she is," said Jessica. "I should like to keep her with me all the time."
"She is a nice child," said Grace, "and she deserves something better than her present fate."
"To change the subject," said Nora, "has any one seen Eleanor to-day?
She was not in English or geometry, although she may have come in late."
"I don't believe she was in school at all," said Anne. "Maybe the initiation was too much for her."
"Oh, I don't know. She didn't seem to mind it," remarked Jessica. "She will hear from Miss Thompson if she makes a practice of staying out of school. Attendance is one of the chief requisites in Miss Thompson's eyes."
"I suppose we ought to call on Eleanor before long," mused Grace. "She has invited us, and it's our duty to call on her first. Anne has already been there. Suppose we go over now; that is, unless you girls have something else to do."
It was decided at once that they could go, and soon the four chums were walking briskly down the street in the direction of "Heartsease." It was an Indian summer day and the girls congratulated themselves on having taken advantage of it. As school had closed at half past two, it was not yet four o'clock. They would have plenty of time for their call without hurrying themselves. So they strolled along, laughing and chatting in the care-free manner that belongs alone to the school girl.
As they neared the house one and all exclaimed at the beauty of the grounds. The lawn looked like a great stretch of green velvet, while the trees were gorgeous in their autumn glory of crimson and gold, with here and there a patch of russet by way of contrast. Over at one side were clumps of pink and white anemones; while all around the house and in the garden beds that dotted the lawn many-colored chrysanthemums stood up in brave array.
"What a delightful place 'Heartsease' is," cried Grace as she paused just inside the gate to feast her eyes upon its beauty. "Sometimes I think that autumn is the finest season of the year, and then again I like spring better."
"What difference does the season make, so long as we have a good time?"
said Nora blithely. "I haven't any preference. They're all good."
"Eleanor will be surprised to see us," remarked Grace, as she rang the bell.
"Let's hope she will appreciate the honor of having four such distinguished persons descend upon her at one time," said Anne.
"Is Miss Savell in?" asked Grace to the trim maid who answered her ring.
"Yes, miss," replied the maid. "Come in. Who shall I say is here?"
"Say to Miss Savell that Grace Harlowe and her friends would like to see her."
The maid soon reappeared and led the girls down the wide, old-fas.h.i.+oned hall, and, somewhat to their surprise, ushered them into the dining room, where they beheld Eleanor, arrayed in a dainty white house gown, dining alone.
She arose as they entered and came forward with both hands outstretched.
"How are the Phi Sigma Taus to-day?" she asked. "It was awfully nice of you to come and see me."
"We thought you might be ill," said Nora. "We missed you at school to-day."
"Oh, no," replied Eleanor serenely. "I am perfectly well. I really didn't feel like going to school to-day, so I stayed in bed until eleven o'clock. I am just having lunch now. Won't you join me? I am keeping house by myself this afternoon. My aunt is dining with Mrs. Gray."
"Thank you," said Grace, speaking for the girls. "We all have supper at half past six and must save our appet.i.tes for that."
"We usually dine about eight o'clock," said Eleanor. "We acquired the habit of dining late from living on the continent. But, come, now.
I have finished my lunch. I want you to see where I live, almost entirely, when in the house."
The girls followed her up the broad staircase and down the hall. Every inch of the ground was familiar to Grace. She had been there so often with Mrs. Gray. "Oh, you have the suite at the back," she exclaimed.
"I love those two rooms."
"You will find them somewhat changed," remarked Eleanor as she opened the door and ushered the girls into the most quietly luxurious apartment they had ever seen. Even Miriam Nesbit's room could not compare with it.
"What a beautiful room!" exclaimed Grace, looking about her with delight. "I don't wonder you like to spend your time in it. I see you have your own piano."
"Yes," replied Eleanor. "My aunt sent to New York for it. The one downstairs in the drawing room is all right, but I like to have this one handy, so that I can play whenever the spirit moves me. This is my bedroom," she continued, pus.h.i.+ng aside the silken curtains that separated the two rooms. The girls exclaimed over the Circa.s.sian walnut furniture and could not decide as to which room was the prettier.
"Eleanor," said Grace solemnly, "you ought to be a very happy girl. You have everything a heart can wish. Think of poor little Mabel Allison."
"Oh, don't let's think about disagreeable things," said Eleanor lightly.
"Sit down and be comfy and I'll play for you. What shall I play?"
"Do you know the 'Peer Gynt' suite?" asked Grace. "I love 'Anitra's Dance.'"
Without answering, Eleanor immediately began the "Peer Gynt" music and played the entire suite with remarkable expression.
"How well you play!" exclaimed Jessica with eager admiration in her voice, as Eleanor turned around on the stool after she had finished.
"I should love to hear you play on the violin. Anne heard you the other night, and told us about it."
"I love the violin better than the piano, but it sounds better with a piano accompaniment. Don't you girls play?"
"Jessica does," chorused her friends.
"Oh, I never could play, after hearing Eleanor," said Jessica blus.h.i.+ng.
"Come on," said Eleanor, taking her by the arm and dragging her over to the piano. "You can accompany me. What do you play?"
"Do you know Raff's 'Cavatina'?" asked Jessica a trifle shyly.
"By heart," answered Eleanor. "I love it. Wait and I'll get the music for you."
After a moment's search she produced the music, picked up her violin, and, after tightening a string, announced herself ready.
The girls listened, spellbound. It seemed as though Eleanor's very soul had entered into the violin. They could not believe that this was the capricious Eleanor of half an hour before.
"Whatever she may do in future," thought Grace, as she listened to the last plaintive notes of the "Cavatina," "I'll forgive her for her music's sake. One has to make allowances for people like her. It is the claim of the artistic temperament."
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