“I wonder if my mother would have been like that—to me?” she asked herself again next morning.
Strange what channels of inspiration affection can open up. Gloria was now resolved to agree with her aunt, and not to obstruct2 any further her peculiarities3 in humoring Hazel.
“She’s all she’s got and dad would do as much for me, just as I would do as much for dad.” This was not exactly a choice way of expressing her sentiments, but no critic could object to the sentiments thus expressed.
In the cozy4 way a girl has of chumming with her own confidence, Gloria went on musing5. She was moving her things back to the guest room. As she had been the first guest entertained in it she felt a sort of natural proprietorship6 over the rather small room, furnished with odds7 and ends left from other quarters, and therefore presenting the nondescript effect of a household orphan8.
But Gloria felt at home within its confines. There was there no sense of intrusion, and the old red and white quilt was much more sociable9 with its diamonds, squares and other unique characters, than had been Hazel’s yellow and white comfortable, with its edge covered in forbidding white cheese cloth.
“Gloria!” called her aunt from the hall. “You will be late for school. What ever are you doing?”
“Just moving back, auntie,” replied Gloria. “You don’t mind, do you? I got sort of attached to the other room,” she added.
She fancied she could see the look of relief with which her aunt replied: “Just as you like, Glory dear, but don’t be late for school.”
It was exciting to hear her name called out as “Glory dear.” No doubt the aunt had also liked to be called aunty. The magic of accord was started. Both talked merrily and almost excitedly as Gloria ate a better breakfast than she had been accustomed to in her exile.
“Have a little jelly on your bread, Glory,” urged her aunt. “You are none too plump, and jelly is fattening10.”
“Thanks, aunty, but don’t tempt11 me to grow out of my clothes,” replied Gloria happily, smoothing her blouse affectionately.
“I was so sorry you did not see Hazel. But she was in a dreadful hurry,” continued the aunt. “I guess boarding schools have their drawbacks as well as other schools. She couldn’t wait for tea—would have been put on probation12 if she was a half hour late,” declared Mrs. Towers, in a perfect race of words. She was plainly eager to be very kind to Gloria.
“Yes, I was sorry not to have seen her,” replied Gloria truthfully. She looked hard at her coffee-cake trying to forget the dark closet corner.
“And, Glory dear, some day soon, very soon, you and I shall have to have a long talk—about Aunt Lottie’s affairs. You know you were in such a hurry that afternoon—”
“Yes, the day it rained and I had to get back home,” put in Gloria mercifully. She might have said: the day I received the first shock, and ran back home frightened about it.
The clock struck half past eight “Here’s your lunch, I put it up while I was packing your uncle’s bag,” said Aunt Hattie, although the feat13 of putting up a lunch and packing a bag at the same time was rather unusual.
“Oh, thank you, aunty,” again the endearing term. “I am glad you did, for I want to pick a bunch of dahlias I promised Miss Gray. She has been very kind to me and has helped me a lot with my ‘catch up’ work already.”
With her lunch and the bunch of season’s-end dahlias, Gloria was soon on her way to school. Her mind was now filled with new fancies. Hazel’s flying trip home had been the means of opening Gloria’s eyes to the real depths of her aunt’s character.
“She would do anything for her,” came back the persistent14 thought, and that was qualified15 with—“Just as my dad would do it for me.”
Where the winding16 Old Road joined the street that slashed17 into the village, Gloria met a group of young children, books under their arms and lunches in their hands. They were a rather unkempt little crowd, their clothes all seemed too large, and their faces too small for the rest of them.
“You needn’t hello us,” said one of the larger girls.
“You needn’t hello us,” snapped back one of the larger girls unexpectedly. “We don’t speak to no robbers.”
“Robbers!” exclaimed Gloria, incredulously.
“Yes, robbers. And stealers too,” dared the girl. The little group had come to a standstill and were glaring at Gloria in loyal support of their leader.
“I don’t know you at all,” declared Gloria with a flash of indignation no less sharp than their own.
“Well, we know you all right. You’re the girl that lives in the fancy house on Maple19 Street. Well, that house ain’t theirs.” There was a menacing threat in this last sentence. It sounded to Gloria as if someone in the background was waiting to wrest20 the house from her relatives. She knew it was foolish to attempt any understanding with the irate21 children, so she threw up her dark head and passed on disdainfully.
“Smarty, ain’t y’u? Well, you jest wait—wait until my father gets after them stuck-up Towers-ers.”
Gloria was no coward but she shut her ear to the tirade22. Of all dreadful things she had always considered disgrace the worst. And this looked like a threat of it. Coupled with what she had overheard of trouble within her aunt’s home, there was, to say the least, too much likelihood of truth in some part of the suspicion, for her to disregard it.
“But they would never cheat any one,” she meditated23. “Of course, folks are apt to get into money troubles, but that wouldn’t make them robbers.”
The entire morning session was lost to Gloria because of her encounter. Whom would she ask about it? To whom would she go for advice? Trixy had been her friend. She was older, and therefore should be wiser.
Circumstances favored her talk with Trixy. Just as the dismissal gong sounded Trixy called from the corridor. “Take a ride with me, Glo?”
“I have my lunch today—but—”
“Let’s eat it out in the woods. I have mine also. Come along. We can get that trolley24 and be back in plenty of time—” insisted Trixy.
Presently the two were pushing their way through the lines and making for the trolley without further explanation.
“It’s wonderful out at the Springs, now,” said Trixy as quickly as she could say anything. “I hate the winter to come, but I do love the fall that introduces it.”
“I’ve never been to the Springs,” returned Gloria, expectantly.
“That’s so. I keep forgetting you are not a native. Well, I’ll have to hurry and make up for lost time and get to trotting25 you around,” declared Trixy. “We have some pretty places but not really as rusticly pretty as your wonderful Barbend. How are all the folks out that way?”
“Really, I haven’t heard much—”
“Not from your Tommy boy? Why, a little bird told me he was your devoted26 slave.” Trixy could say a thing like that with grace and without the least hint of intrusion.
“Oh, Tommy is a dear,” said Gloria, in quite a grown-up voice. “But really, I haven’t been writing home—”
“And I’ve heard about that fine young fellow who has your house, too,” declared Trixy, craftily27. “You see, I go out to the bay often, and I know a lot of people out there.”
At the mention of the “fine young man” Gloria was afraid she might betray herself. She really had been getting letters from him—purely business letters, of course, but then Trixy might make a joke of that. So she said:
“The Hardys are splendid. Since they have have had our house they have done all the necessary repairing, not letting our agent spend a cent on the place. You see, Mr. Hardy28 is a big city contractor29.”
“Yeppy, I know that also,” confessed the shameless Trixy. “And his son is a science bug30, isn’t he? Millie Graham is having a wonderful time showing him all the high bug-spots around Barbend.”
“I haven’t heard from Millie,” admitted Gloria. A sense of impending31 disaster was almost chilling her. She had been for more than a month without an intimate companion, and she knew now she could go without one no longer. True, Trixy was a “cut-up” and older, but she had shown that initiative and generosity32 that always begets33 friendship. She had from the very beginning “taken on” Gloria. And Trixy was one of the popular girls. She had her own car, she had a wonderful home, and only because she was so fond of her father’s interests as an important manufacturer did she go to school in Sandford, rather than to a fashionable boarding school. She wanted to be home with her parents until she would have to go to college.
These particulars were forcing themselves upon Gloria as the trolley was nearing the Big Tree, the stopping point for Crystal Springs, and passengers were gathering34 up belongings35 preparing to leave the car.
“What a happy thought to come here,” remarked Gloria as they too prepared to alight. “I should have been eating in solitude36 out in the farthest corner of the grounds if you had not taken pity upon me.”
An energetic squeeze upon the arm nearest Trixy made mute reply. It took but a few moments to reach the Springs and here the two girls quickly betook themselves to their lunches.
“It took eight minutes to come out, and allowing that with a margin37 for the return trip, we may frolic twenty minutes,” said the practical Trixy.
“Let’s eat quickly then,” suggested her companion. “I am dying to run over this lovely little woodland. It looks like the stamping ground of elves and fanes.”
“Lot’s of ’em,” declared Trixy, gulping38 down more than one bite of sandwich. “Here, try my cake. Our cook, Biffy, is famous for her chocolate.”
“Lovely,” agreed Gloria. “Here is my cup. Let’s try the spring water.”
“It will fetch you a fairy prince if you wish with the first drop that touches your lips,” assured Trixy. “But don’t wish for him to happen along just now. I’d like to make a favorable impression, even if he is your prince, and my hair must be rather skew-gee. I can feel it tickle39 my very ear drums. But say, Glo, you mustn’t use a cup at the Spring. The fairies loathe40 cups. Just put your pretty red lips—”
Gloria was down over the little boxed-in spring, her face buried in the basin. On the other side of the stone wall that surrounded the bubbling spring were groups of willows41 that hid the open spaces wending into a pine grove42. It was indeed an elfin wood, but as Gloria started to chant something about fairy princes, meanwhile swaying up and down like Egyptians at prayer, something splashed into the tiny pool. She started up and was on her feet instantly.
“A stone!” she exclaimed. “Where can it have come from?”
“Look out!” warned Trixy, just in time, for another stone whizzed through the branches and dropped almost at Gloria’s feet.
“Robbers! Thieves! Stealers!” came the shout from somewhere not very far away, and while Gloria recognized the voices of her tormentors of the morning, she felt a sickening sensation, as if she were being persecuted43 by a secret foe44.
“After they have answered to me,” declared Trixy, hotly. “Then we will go back. But first I am going to shake them into human beings,” she cried, already running through the brush in the direction the stones had come from. “They act like savages,” she called as she ran. “Hey, there! You young Gormans,” she shouted. “I know you. You needn’t run! I can catch you!” and as she sped on after the fleeing youngsters, Gloria dropped to a little knoll46 of grass and sat there disconsolately47.
“Thieves and robbers!” she repeated mechanically. “What ever can they mean?”
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