"You're mighty5 particular," she objected. "What does it all matter? Miss Bowes gave me such a talking-to, and said I'd got to do exactly what you told me; and before I came, Dad rubbed it into me to copy you for all I was worth, so I[Pg 52] suppose I'll have to try. I guess you'll find it a job to civilize6 me though." And her eyes twinkled.
Ulyth thought, with a mental sigh, that she probably would find it "a job".
"No one bothered about it at home," Rona continued cheerfully. "Dad did say sometimes I was growing up a savage7, but Mrs. Barker never cared. She let me do what I liked, so long as I didn't trouble her. She was no lady! We couldn't get a lady to stay at our out-of-the-way block. Dad used to be a swell8 in England once, but that was before I was born."
Ulyth began to understand, and her disgust changed to a profound pity. A motherless girl who had run wild in the backwoods, her father probably out all day, her only female guide a woman of the backwoods, whose manners were presumably of the roughest—this had been Rona's training. No wonder she lacked polish!
"When I compare her home with my home and my lovely mother," thought Ulyth, "yes—there's certainly a vast amount to be passed on."
The other girls, who had never expected her to keep Rona in her bedroom, were inclined to poke9 fun at the proceeding10.
"Your bear cub11 will need training before you teach her to dance," said Stephanie Radford tauntingly12.
"She has no parlour tricks at present," sniggered Addie Knighton.
"Are you posing as Valentine and Orson?" laughed Gertie Oliver. Gertrude had been Ulyth's[Pg 53] room-mate last term, and felt aggrieved13 to be superseded14.
"I call her the cuckoo," said Mary Acton. "Do you remember the young one we found last spring, sprawling15 all over the nest, and opening its huge, gaping16 beak17?"
In spite of her ignorance and angularities there was a certain charm about the new-comer. When the sunburn caused by her sea-voyage had yielded to a course of treatment, it left her with a complexion18 which put even that of Stephanie Radford, the acknowledged school beauty, in the shade. The coral tinge19 in Rona's cheeks was, as Doris Deane enviously20 remarked, "almost too good to look natural", and her blue eyes with the big pupils and the little dark rims21 round the iris22 shone like twinkling stars when she laughed. That ninnying laugh, to be sure, was still somewhat offensive, but she was trying to moderate it, and only when she forgot did it break out to scandalize the refined atmosphere of The Woodlands; the small white even teeth which it displayed, and two conspicuous23 dimples, almost atoned24 for it. The brown hair was brushed and waved and its consequent state of new glossiness25 was a very distinct improvement on the former elf locks. In the sunshine it took tones of warm burnt sienna, like the hair of the Madonna in certain of Titian's great pictures. Lessons, alack! were uphill work. Rona was naturally bright, but some subjects she had never touched before, and in others she was hopelessly backward. The general feeling in the school was[Pg 54] that "The Cuckoo", as they nicknamed her, was an experiment, and no one could guess exactly what she would grow into.
"She's like one of those queer beasties we dug up under the yew-tree last autumn," suggested Merle Denham. "Those wriggling26 transparent27 things, I mean. Don't you remember? We kept them in a box, and didn't know whether they'd turn out moths28, or butterflies, or earwigs, or woodlice!"
"They turned into cockchafer beetles29, as a matter of fact," said Ulyth drily.
"Well, they were horrid30 enough in all conscience. I don't like Nature study when it means hoarding31 up creepy-crawlies."
"You're not obliged to take it."
"I don't this year. I've got Harmony down on my time-table instead."
"You'll miss the rambles32 with Teddie."
"I don't care. I'll play basket-ball instead."
"How about the blackberry foray?"
"Oh, I'm not going to be left out of that! It's not specially33 Nature study. I've put my name down with Miss Moseley's party."
The inmates34 of The Woodlands were fond of jam. It was supplied to them liberally, and they consumed large quantities of it at tea-time. To help to meet this demand, blackberrying expeditions were organized during the last weeks of September, and the whole school turned out in relays to pick fruit. A dozen girls and a mistress generally composed a party, which was not confined to any particular[Pg 55] form, but might include any whose arrangements for practising or special lessons allowed them to go. Dates and particulars of the various rambles planned, with the names of the mistresses who were to be leaders, were pinned up on the notice-board, and the girls might put their names to them as they liked, so long as each list did not exceed twelve.
On Saturday afternoon Miss Moseley headed a foray in the direction of Porth Powys Falls, and Merle, Ulyth, Rona, Addie, and Stephanie were members of her flock.
"I'm glad I managed to get into this party," announced Merle, "because I always like Porth Powys better than Pontvoelas or Aberceiriog. It's a jollier walk, and the blackberries are bigger and better. I was the very last on the list, so I'd luck. Alice had to go under Teddie's wing. I'd rather have Mosie than Teddie!"
"So would I," agreed Ulyth. "I scribbled35 my name the very first of all. Just got a chance to do it as I was going to my music-lesson, before everyone else made a rush for the board. Porth Powys will be looking no end to-day."
Swinging their baskets, the girls began to climb a narrow path which ran alongside the stream up the glen. Some of them were tempted36 to linger, and began to gather what blackberries could be found; but Miss Moseley had different plans.
"Come along! It's ridiculous to waste our labour here," she exclaimed. "All these bushes have been well picked over already. We'll walk straight on till we come to the lane near the ruined cottage,[Pg 56] then we shall get a harvest and fill our baskets in a third of the time. Quick march!"
There was sense in her remarks, so Merle abandoned several half-ripe specimens37 for which she had been reaching and joined the file that was winding38, Indian fashion, up the path through the wood. Over a high, ladder-like stile they climbed, then dropped down into the gorge39 to where a small wooden bridge spanned the stream. They loved to stand here looking at the brown rushing water that swirled42 below. The thick trees made a green parlour, and the continual moisture had carpeted the woods with beautiful verdant43 moss44 which grew in close sheets over the rocks. Up again, by an even steeper and craggier track, they climbed the farther bank of the gorge, and came out at last on to the broad hill-side that overlooked the Craigwen Valley.
Here was scope for a leader; the track was so overgrown as to be almost indistinguishable, and ran across boggy45 land, where it was only too easy to plunge46 over one's boot-tops in oozy47 peat. Miss Moseley found the way like a pioneer; she had often been there before and remembered just what places were treacherous48 and just where it was possible to use a swinging bough49 for a help. By following in her footsteps the party got safely over without serious wettings, and sat down to take breath for a few minutes on some smooth, glacier-ground rocks that topped the ridge40 they had been scaling. They were now at some height above the valley, and the prospect50 was magnificent. For at least ten miles they could trace the windings51 of the river, and taller[Pg 57] and more distant mountain peaks had come into view.
"Some people say that Craigwen Valley's very like the Rhine," volunteered Ulyth. "It hasn't any castles, of course, except at Llangarmon, but the scenery's just as lovely."
"Nice to think it's British then," rejoiced Merle. "Wales can hold its own in the way of mountains and lakes. People have no need to go abroad for them. What's New Zealand like, Rona?"
"We've ripping rivers there," replied the Cuckoo, "bigger than this by lots, and with tree-ferns up in the bush. This isn't bad, though, as far as it goes. What's that place over across on the opposite hill?"
"Where the light's shining? Oh, that's Llanfairgwyn! There's a village and a church. We've only been once. It's rather a long way, because you have to cross the ferry at Glanafon before you can get to the other side of the river."
"And what's that big white house in the trees, with the flag?"
"That's Plas Cafn. It's the place in the neighbourhood, you know," said Stephanie, fondly fingering her necklace.
"I don't know. How should I?"
"Well, you know it now, at any rate."
"Does it belong to toffs?"
"It belongs to Lord and Lady Glyncraig. They live there for part of the year."
"Oh!" said Rona. She put her chin on her hand and surveyed the distant mansion53 for several[Pg 58] moments in silence. "I reckon they're stuck up," she remarked at last.
"I believe they're considered nice. I've never spoken to them," replied Ulyth.
"I have," put in Stephanie complacently54. "I went to tea once at Plas Cafn. It was when Father was Member for Rotherford. Lord Glyncraig knew him in Parliament, of course, and he happened to meet Father and me just when we were walking past the gate at Plas Cafn, and asked us in to tea."
Merle, Addie, and Ulyth smiled. This visit, paid four years ago, was the standing55 triumph of Stephanie's life. She never forgot, nor allowed any of her schoolfellows to forget, that she had been entertained by the great people of the neighbourhood.
"He wasn't Lord Glyncraig then; he was only Sir John Mitchell, Baronet. He's been raised to a peerage since," said Merle, willing to qualify some of the glory of Stephanie's reminiscences.
"We don't grow peers in Waitoto, or baronets either, for the matter of that," observed Rona. "I don't guess they're wanted out with us. We'd have no place in the bush for a Lord Glyncraig."
"You'd better claim acquaintance with him, as your name's Mitchell too. How proud he'd be of the honour!" teased Addie.
Coral flooded the whole of the Cuckoo's face. She had begun to understand the difference between her rough upbringing and the refined homes of the other girls, and she resented the sneers56 that were often made at her expense.[Pg 59]
"Our butcher at home is Joseph Mitchell," hinnied Merle.
"Mitchell's a common enough name," said Ulyth. "I know two families in Scotland and some people at Plymouth all called Mitchell. They're none of them related to each other, and probably not to Merle's butcher or to Lord Glyncraig."
"Nor to me," said Rona. "I'm a democrat57, and I glory in it. Stephanie's welcome to her grand friends if she likes them."
"I do like them," sighed Stephanie plaintively58. "I love aristocratic people and nice houses and things. Why shouldn't I? You needn't grin, Addie Knighton; you'd know them yourself if you could. When I come out I'd like to be presented at Court, and go to a ball where the people are all dukes and duchesses and earls and countesses. It would be worth while dancing with a duke, especially if he wore the Order of the Garter!"
"Until that glorious day comes you'll have to dance with poor little me for a partner," giggled59 Merle.
"Aren't you all rested? We shall get no blackberries if we don't hurry on," called Miss Moseley from the other end of the rock.
Everybody scrambled60 up immediately and set out again over the bracken-covered hill-side. Another half-mile and they had reached the bourne of their expedition. The narrow track through the gorse and fern widened suddenly into a lane, a lane with very high, unmortared walls, over which grew a variety of bramble with a particularly luscious61 fruit.[Pg 60] Every connoisseur62 of blackberries knows what a difference there is between the little hard seedy ones that commonly flourish in the hedges and the big juicy ones with the larger leaves. Nature had been prodigal63 here, and a bounteous64 harvest hung within easy reach.
"They are as big as mulberries—and oh, such heaps and heaps!" exclaimed Addie ecstatically. "No, Merle, you wretch65, this is my branch! Don't poach, you wretch! Go farther on, can't you!"
"I wish we could send the jam to the hospital when it's made," sighed Merle.
The party spread itself out; some of the girls climbed to the top of the wall, so that they could reach what grew on the sunnier side, and a few skirted round over a gate into a field, where a ruined cottage was also covered with brambles. They worked down the lane by slow degrees, picking hard as they went. At the end a sudden rushing roar struck upon the ear, and without even waiting for a signal from Miss Moseley the girls with one accord hopped66 over a fence, and ran up a slight incline. The voice of the waterfall was calling, and the impulse to obey was irresistible67. At the top of the slope they stopped, for they had reached a natural platform that overlooked the gorge. The scene rivalled one of the beauty-spots of Switzerland. The Porth Powys stream, flowing between precipitous rocks, fell two hundred feet in a series of four splendid cascades68. The rugged69 crags on either side were thickly covered with a forest of fir and larch70, and here and there a taller[Pg 61] stone-pine reared its darker head above the silvery green. Dashing, roaring, leaping, shouting, the water poured down in a never-ceasing volume: the white spray rose up in clouds, wetting the girls' faces; the sound was like an endless chorus of hallelujahs.
"Porth Powys is in fine form to-day. There must have been rain up in the mountains last night," remarked Ulyth. "What do you think of it, Rona?"
"It's a champion! I'm going to climb down there and get at the edge."
"No, you won't!" said Miss Moseley sharply. "Nobody is to go a single step nearer. You must all come back into the lane now, and get on with blackberry-picking. Your baskets are only half full yet."
Very reluctantly the girls followed. The fall exercised a fascination71 over them, and they could have stayed half an hour watching its white swirl41. They did not wish, however, to earn the reputation of slackers. Two other parties had gone out blackberrying that afternoon, and there would be keen competition as to which would bring back the most pounds. They set to work again, therefore, with enthusiasm, counting stained fingers and scratches as glorious wounds earned in the good cause. Rona picked with zeal52, but she had a preoccupied72 look on her face.
"Say, I liked that waterfall," she remarked to Ulyth. "One can't see anything of it down in this old lane. I'm going to get a better view."[Pg 62]
"You mustn't go off on your own," commanded Ulyth. "Miss Moseley will report you if you do!"
"Don't excite yourself. I only said I was going to get a better view. It's quite easy."
Rona put her basket in a safe place, and with the aid of a hazel bush climbed to the top of the wall. Apparently73 the prospect did not satisfy her.
"I'm going a stave higher still. Keep your hair on!" she shouted down to Ulyth, and began swarming74 up the bole of a huge old oak-tree that abutted75 on the wall. She was strong and active as a boy, and had soon scrambled to where the branches forked. A mass of twisted ivy76 hung here, and raising herself with its aid, she stood on an outstretched bough.
"It's ripping! I can see a little bit of the fall; I'll see it better if I get over on to that other branch."
"Take care!" called Miss Moseley from below.
Rona started. She had not known the mistress was so near. The movement upset her decidedly unstable77 balance; she clutched hard at the ivy, but it gave way in her fingers; there was a sudden crash and a smothered78 shriek79.
White as a ghost, Miss Moseley climbed the wall, expecting to find the prostrate80 form of her pupil on the other side. To her surprise she saw nothing of the sort. Near at hand, however, came a stifled81 groan82.
"Rona, where are you?" shrieked83 the distracted governess.[Pg 63]
"Here," spluttered the voice of the Cuckoo; "inside the tree. The beastly old thing's rotten, and I've tumbled to the very bottom of the trunk!"
"Are you hurt?"
"No, nothing to speak of."
"Here's a pretty go!" murmured the girls, who all came running at the sound of shouts. "How's she going to get out again?"
"Can't you climb up?" urged Miss Moseley.
"No, I can't stir an inch; I'm wedged in somehow."
What was to be done? The affair waxed serious. Miss Moseley, with a really heroic effort, and much help from the girls, managed to scale the tree and look down into the hollow trunk. She could just see Rona's scared face peeping up at her many feet below.
"Can you put up your hand and let me pull you?"
"No; I tell you I'm wedged as tight as a sardine85."
"We shall have to send for help then. May and Kathleen, run as quickly as you can down the lane. There's a farm at the bottom of the hill. Tell them what's the matter."
"I hope to goodness they'll understand English!" murmured Merle.
"Will I have to stop here always?" demanded a tragic86 voice within the tree. "Shall you be able to feed me, or will I have to starve? How long does it take to die of hunger?"
"You won't die just yet," returned Miss Moseley,[Pg 64] laughing a little in spite of herself. "We'll get you out in course of time."
"I guess I'd better make my will, though. Has anybody got a pencil and paper, and will they please write it down and send it home? I want to leave my saddle to Pamela Higson, and Jake is to have the bridle87 and whip—I always liked him better than Billy, though I pretended I didn't. Jane Peters may have my writing-desk—much she writes, though!—and Amabel Holt my old doll. That's all I've left in New Zealand. Ulyth can take what I've got at school—'twon't be any great shakes to her, I expect. You didn't tell me how long it takes to die!"
"Cheer up! There's not the slightest danger," Miss Moseley continued to assure her.
"It's all very well to say 'cheer up' when you're standing safe on the top," said the gloomy voice of the imprisoned88 dryad. "It feels a different matter when you're boxed up tight with tree all round you. It's jolly uncomfortable. Where are the girls?"
"Here's one," replied Ulyth, climbing the tree to relieve poor Miss Moseley, who gladly retired89 in her favour. "I'm going to stay and talk to you till somebody comes to get you out. Oh, here are May and Kathleen at last! What a fearful time they've been!"
The two messengers came panting back with many excuses for their delay. It was a long way down the lane to the farm, and when they arrived there they had considerable difficulty in explaining their errand. No one could understand English[Pg 65] except a little boy, who was only half-able to translate their remarks into Welsh. They had at length made the farmer realize what had happened, and he had promised to come at once. In the course of a few minutes they were followed by David Jones and his son, Idwal, bearing a rope, an axe84, and a saw, and looking rather dismayed at the task in store for them. It proved indeed a matter of considerable difficulty to rescue Rona without hurting her; a portion of the tree-trunk was obliged to be sawn away before she could obtain sufficient room to help to free herself, and it was only after an hour's hard work that she stood at last in safety on the ground.
"How do you feel?" asked Miss Moseley anxiously, fearing broken bones or a sprain90 from the final effort of extraction.
"Well, I guess it's taken the bounce out of me. I'm as stiff as a rheumatic cat! Oh, I'll get back to school somehow, don't alarm yourself! I'm absolutely starving for tea. Good-bye, you wood-demon91; you nearly finished me!" and Rona shook her fist at the offending oak-tree as a parting salute92.
"She called it demon to rhyme with lemon!" gurgled Addie, almost sobbing93 with mirth as she followed, holding Merle's arm. "The Cuckoo will cause me to break a blood-vessel some day. It hurts me most dreadfully to laugh. I've got a stitch in my side. Oh dear! I wonder whatever she'll go and do next?"
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