"This makes the third time they've taken away our holiday for the sake of a beastly lecture," Priscilla grumbled2, as she peered over Patty's shoulder to read the notice on the bulletin board, in Miss Lord's perpendicular3 library hand.
It informed the school that instead of the usual shopping expedition to the village, they would have the pleasure that afternoon of listening to a talk by Professor McVey of Columbia University. The subject would be the strike of the women laundry workers. Tea would be served in the drawing-room[66] afterwards, with Mae Van Arsdale, Harriet Gladden, and Patty Wyatt as hostesses.
"That's because you wrote an essay on the 'Eight Hour Day.' Lordie thinks you will ask the professor-man intelligent questions; and show him that St. Ursula's is not a common boarding-school where only superficial accomplishments6 are taught, but one in which the actual problems of—"
"And I did want to go shopping!" Patty mourned. "I need some new shoe-strings. I've been tying a knot in my old ones every day for a week."
"Here she comes," whispered Priscilla. "Look happy or she'll make you translate the whole—Good morning, Miss Lord! We were just noticing about the lecture. It sounds extremely interesting."
The two smiled a perfunctory greeting, and followed their teacher to the morning's Latin.
Miss Lord was the one who struck the[67] modern note at St. Ursula's. She believed in militant7 suffragism and unions and boycotts8 and strikes; and she labored10 hard to bring her little charges to her own advanced position. But it was against a heavy inertia11 that she worked. Her little charges didn't care a rap about receiving their rights, in the dim future of twenty-one; but they were very much concerned about losing a present half-holiday. On Friday afternoons, they were ordinarily allowed to draw checks on the school bank for their allowances, and march in a procession—a teacher forming the head and tail—to the village stores, where they laid in their weekly supply of hair ribbons and soda water and kodak films. Even had one acquired so many demerits that her weekly stipend12 was entirely13 eaten up by fines, still she marched to the village and watched the lucky ones disburse14. It made a break in the monotony of six days of bounds.
Miss Lord preceded the Virgil recitation that morning by a discussion of the lecture to come. The laundry strike, she told them,[68] marked an epoch16 in industrial history. It proved that women, as well as men, were capable of standing17 by each other. The solidarity18 of labor9 was a point she wished her girls to grasp. Her girls listened with grave attention; and by eagerly putting a question, whenever she showed signs of running down, they managed to stave off the Latin recitation for three quarters of an hour.
The professor, a mild man with a Van Dyke19 beard, came and lectured exhaustively upon the relations of employer and employed. His audience listened with politely intelligent smiles, but with minds serenely20 occupied elsewhere. The great questions of Capital and Labor, were not half so important to them, as the fact of the lost afternoon, or the essays that must be written for to-morrow's English, or even that this was ice-cream night with dancing class to follow. But Patty, on the front seat, sat with wide, serious eyes fixed21 on the lecturer's face. She was absorbing his arguments—and storing them for use.
Tea followed according to schedule. The[69] three chosen ones received their guests with the facility of long-tried hostesses. The fact that their bearing was under inspection22, with marks to follow, did not appreciably23 diminish their case. They were learning by the laboratory method, the social graces that would be needed later in the larger world. Harriet and Mae presided at the tea table, while Patty engaged the personage in conversation. He commented later, to Miss Lord, upon the students' rare understanding in economic subjects.
Miss Lord replied with some complaisance25 that she endeavored to have her girls think for themselves. Sociology was a field in which lessons could not be taught by rote5. Each must work out her own conclusions, and act upon them.
Ice-cream and dancing restored the balance of St. Ursula's, after the mental exertions26 of the afternoon. At half-past nine—the school did not retire until ten on dancing nights—Patty and Priscilla dropped their goodnight courtesy, murmured a polite "Bon soir, Mam'selle," and scampered27 up[70]stairs, still very wide awake. Instead of preparing for bed with all dispatch, as well-conducted school girls should, they engaged themselves in practising the steps of their new Spanish dance down the length of the South Corridor. They brought up with a pirouette at Rosalie Patton's door.
Rosalie, still in the pale blue fluffiness28 of her dancing frock, was sitting cross-legged on the couch, her yellow curls bent29 over the open pages of a Virgil, tears spattering with dreary30 regularity31 on the lines she was conning32.
The course of Rosalie's progress through senior Latin might be marked by blistered33 pages. She was a pretty, cuddling, helpless little thing, deplorably babyish for a senior; but irresistibly34 appealing. Everyone teased her, and protected her, and loved her. She was irrevocably predestined to bowl over the first man who came along, with her ultra feminine irresponsibility. Rosalie very often dreamed—when she ought to have been concentrating upon Latin grammar—of that happy future state in which smiles and kisses[71] would take the place of gerunds and gerundives.
"You silly little muff!" cried Patty. "Why on earth are you bothering with Latin on a Friday night?"
She landed herself with a plump on Rosalie's right, and took away the book.
"I have to," Rosalie sobbed35. "I'd never finish if I didn't begin. I don't see any sense to it. I can't do eighty lines in two hours. Miss Lord always calls on me for the end, because she knows I won't know that."
"But that wouldn't be fair, and I can't do it so fast as the others. I work more than two hours every day, but I simply never get through. I know I shan't pass."
"Eighty lines is a good deal," Patty agreed.
"It's easy for you, because you know all the words, but—"
"I worked more than two hours on mine yesterday," said Priscilla, "and I can't af[72]ford it either. I have to save some time for geometry."
"I just simply can't do it," Rosalie wailed37. "And she thinks I'm stupid because I don't keep up with Patty."
Conny Wilder drifted in.
"What's the matter?" she asked, viewing Rosalie's tear-streaked face. "Cry on the pillow, child. Don't spoil your dress."
The Latin situation was explained.
"Oh, it's awful the way Lordie works us! She would like to have us spend every moment grubbing over Latin and sociology. She—"
"Doesn't think dancing and French and manners are any good at all," sobbed Rosalie, mentioning the three branches in which she excelled, "and I think they're a lot more sensible than subjunctives. You can put them to practical use, and you can't sociology and Latin."
Patty emerged from a moment of revery.
"There's not much use in Latin," she agreed, "but I should think that something might be done with sociology. Miss Lord[73] told us to apply it to our everyday problems."
"Listen!" Patty commanded, springing to her feet and pacing the floor in an ecstasy39 of enthusiasm. "I've got an idea! It's perfectly40 true. Eighty lines of Virgil is too much for anybody to learn—particularly Rosalie. And you heard what the man said: it isn't fair to gage24 the working day by the capacity of the strongest. The weakest has to set the pace, or else he's left behind. That's what Lordy means when she talks about the solidarity of labor. In any trade, the workers have got to stand by each other. The strong must protect the weak. It's the duty of the rest of the class to stand by Rosalie."
"We'll form a Virgil union, and strike for sixty lines a day."
"Let's!" cried Conny, rising to the call.
"What will Miss Lord say?" Rosalie quavered.
"She can't say anything. Didn't she tell us to listen to the lecture and apply its teaching?" Patty reminded.
"She'll be delighted to find we have," said Conny.
"But what if she doesn't give in?"
"We'll call out the Cicero and Cæsar classes in a sympathetic strike."
"Hooray!" cried Conny.
"Lordy does believe in unions," Priscilla conceded. "She ought to see the justice of it."
"Of course she'll see the justice of it," Patty insisted. "We're exactly like the laundry workers—in the position of dependents, and the only way we can match strength with our employer, is by standing together. If Rosalie alone drops back to sixty lines, she'll be flunked48; but if the whole class does, Lordie will have to give in."[75]
"Maybe the whole class won't want to join the union," said Priscilla.
"We'll make 'em!" said Patty. In accordance with Miss Lord's desire, she had grasped some basic principles.
"We'll have to hurry," she added, glancing at the clock. "Pris, you run and find Irene and Harriet and Florence Hissop; and Conny, you route out Nancy Lee—she's up in Evalina Smith's room telling ghost stories. Here, Rosalie, stop crying and dump the things off those chairs so somebody can sit down."
Priscilla started obediently, but paused on the threshold.
"And what will you do?" she inquired with meaning.
"I," said Patty, "will be labor leader."
The meeting was convened49, and Patty, a self-constituted chairman, outlined the tenets of the Virgil union. Sixty lines was to constitute a working day. The class was to explain the case to Miss Lord at the regular session on Monday morning, and politely but positively50 refuse to read the last twenty lines[76] that had been assigned. If Miss Lord proved insistent51, the girls were to close their books and go out on strike.
The majority of the class, hypnotized by Patty's eloquence52, dazedly53 accepted the program; but Rosalie, for whose special benefit the union had been formed, had to be coerced54 into signing the constitution. Finally, after a wealth of argument had been expended55, she wrote her name in a very wobbly hand, and sealed it with a tear. By nature, Rosalie was not a fighter; she preferred gaining her rights by more feminine methods.
Irene McCullough had also to be forced. She was a cautious soul who looked forward to consequences. One of the most frequently applied56 of St. Ursula's punishments was to make the culprit miss desserts. Irene suffered keenly under this form of chastisement57; and she carefully refrained from misdemeanors which might bring it upon her. But Conny produced a convincing argument. She threatened to tell that the chambermaid was in the habit of smuggling59 in chocolates[77]—and poor harassed60 Irene, threatened with the two-fold loss of chocolates and dessert, sullenly61 added her signature.
Senior Latin came the last hour of the morning, when everyone was tired and hungry. On the Monday following the founding of the union, the Virgil class gathered outside the door, in growing perturbation as the actual time for the battle approached. Patty rallied them in a brief address.
"Brace63 up, Rosalie! Don't be a cry-baby. We'll help you out if the last lines come to you. And for goodness' sake, girls, don't look so scared. Remember you're suffering, not only for yourselves, but for all the generations of Virgil classes that come after you. Anyone who backs down now is a coward!"
Patty established herself on the front seat, directly in the line of the fire, and a slight skirmish occurred at the outset. Her heavy[78] walking boots were conspicuously64 laced with pale blue baby ribbon, which caught the enemy's eye.
"That is scarcely the kind of shoe laces that a lady adopts. May I ask, Patty—?"
"I broke my other laces," Patty affably explained, "and since we didn't go shopping on Friday, I couldn't get any more. I don't quite like the effect myself," she conceded, as she stuck out a foot and critically surveyed it.
"See that you find some black ones immediately after class," Miss Lord acidly suggested. "Priscilla, you may read the first ten lines."
The lesson progressed in the usual manner, except that there was a visible tightening65 of nerves as each recitation was finished, and they waited to hear the next name called. Conny's turn ended with the sixtieth line. No one had gone beyond that; all ahead was virgin66 jungle. This was the point for the union to declare itself; and the burden, true to her forebodings, fell upon poor trembling little Rosalie.[79]
She cast an imploring67 glance toward Patty's sternly waiting countenance68, stammered69, hesitated, and miserably71 plunged72 into a sight translation. Rosalie never had the slightest luck at sight translations; even after two hours of patient work with a dictionary, she was still extremely hesitant as to meanings. Now, she blindly forged ahead,—amid a profound hush—attributing to the Pious73 Æneas a most amazing set of actions. She finished; and the slaughter74 commenced. Miss Lord spent three minutes in obliterating75 Rosalie; then passed the lines to Irene McCullough.
Irene drew a deep breath—she felt Conny encouragingly patting her on the back, while Patty and Priscilla, at either hand, jogged her elbow with insistent touch. She opened her mouth to declare the principles that had been foisted76 upon her over night; then she caught the cold gleam of Miss Lord's eye. Rosalie's sobs77 filled the room. And she fell. Irene was fairly good at Latin—her sight translation was at least intelligible78. Miss Lord's comment was merely[80] sarcastic79, as she passed to Florence Hissop. By this time the panic had swept through the ranks. Florence would like to have been true to her pledged troth, but the instinct of self-preservation is strong. She improved on Irene's performance.
"Take the next ten lines, Patty, and endeavor to extract a glimmering80 of sense. Please bear in mind that we are reading poetry."
"I only prepared the first sixty lines, Miss Lord."
"Why did you not finish the lesson that I gave out?" Miss Lord inquired sharply.
"We have decided83 that eighty lines are more than we can do in a day. It takes too much time away from our other lessons. We are perfectly willing to do sixty lines, and do them thoroughly84, but we can't consider any more."
Miss Lord for a moment simply stared. Never had she known such a flagrant case of insubordination. And it was purely85 insub[81]ordination, for Patty was the most capable person in the class.
"What do you mean?" she gasped at last.
"We have formed a Virgil union," Patty gravely explained. "You, Miss Lord, will appreciate the fairness of our demands better than any of the other teachers, because you believe in unions. Now, the girls in this class feel that they are overworked and underpa—er—that is, I mean the lessons are too long."
Patty fetched a deep breath and started again.
"Eighty lines a day doesn't leave us any time for recreation, so we have determined86 to join together and demand our rights. We occupy the position of skilled laborers87. You can get all the girls you want for Cæsar and beginning Latin, but you can't find anybody but us to read Virgil. It's like the laundry trade. We are not just plain boilers88 and starchers; we are fancy ironers. If you want to have a Virgil class, you have got to have us. You can't call in scab labor. Now, we[82] aren't trying to take advantage because of our superior strength. We are perfectly willing to do an honest day's work, but we can't allow ourselves to be—er—to be—"
"We can't allow ourselves to be exploited. Singly, we are no match for you, but together, we can dictate91 our own terms. Because two or three of us can keep up the pace you set, is no reason why we should allow the others to be overworked. It is our duty to stand by one another against the encroachments of our employer. We women are not so advanced as men. But we are learning. Upon the solidarity of labor depends the life of Rosalie. In case you refuse to meet our demands, the Virgil class will be obliged to go out on strike."
A moment of silence followed. Then Miss Lord spoke93. The class went down in hopeless, abject94 terror before the storm.[83] Miss Lord's icy sarcasm95 was, in moments of intensity96, lightened by gleams of fire. She had Irish ancestors and red hair. Patty alone listened with head erect97 and steely eyes. The red blood of martyrs98 dyed her cheeks. She was fighting for a cause. Weak, helpless, little Rosalie, sniffling at her elbow, should be saved—the cowardice99 of her comrades put to shame. She, single-handed, would fight and win.
Miss Lord finally drew breath.
"The class is dismissed. Patty will remain in the schoolroom until she has translated perfectly the last twenty lines. I will hear her read them after luncheon100."
The girls rose and pressed in a huddled101 body toward the hall, while Patty turned into the empty schoolroom. On the threshold she paused to hurl102 one contemptuous word over her shoulder:
"Scabs!"
The lunch bell rang, and Patty at her desk in the empty schoolroom heard the girls laughing and talking, as they clattered103 down[84] the tin-covered back stairs to the dining-room. She was very tired and very hungry. She had had five hours of work since breakfast, with only a glass of milk at eleven o'clock. Even the pleasurable sensation of being abused did not quite offset104 the pangs105 of hunger. She listlessly set about learning the morrow's lesson in French History. It dealt with another martyr. Louis the Ninth left his bones bleaching106 on the plains of Antioch. The cause was different, but the principle remained. If she was not to be fed until she learned the Latin—very well—she would leave her bones bleaching in the schoolroom of St. Ursula's.
An insistent tapping sounded on the window. She glanced across an angle, to find Osaki, the Japanese butler, leaning far out from his pantry window, and extending toward her a dinner plate containing a large, lone46 slab107 of turkey.
Patty, for an instant, struggled with dignity and martyrdom, but hunger and a love of[85] intrigue109 triumphed. She tiptoed over and received the offering. There was no knife or fork, but primitive110 methods suffice in a case of real starvation. She finished the turkey and buried the plate beneath a pile of algebra111 papers. It was Osaki's daily business to empty the wastebasket; the plate in due course would be restored to its shelf.
A few moments later a scurrying112 footfall sounded at the door, and a little Junior A. darted113 to Patty's side. She cast a conspiratorial114 glance over her shoulder as she drew from a bulging115 blouse two buttered rolls.
"Take 'em quick!" she panted. "I must hurry back, or they'll suspect. I asked to be excused to get a handkerchief. Keep up your courage. We won't let you starve. It's splendid!"
She thrust the rolls into Patty's lap and vanished.
Patty found it comforting to know that the school was with her. The attractions of martyrdom are enhanced by the knowledge of an audience. Also, the rolls were a grateful addition to the turkey; her five-hour[86] appetite was still insistent. She finished one of them and was about to begin on the second, when furtive116 footfalls sounded behind her, and one of the maids slipped a paper plate over her shoulder.
"Here's some fresh gingerbread, Miss Patty. Cook says—"
Patty placed her second roll in the wastebasket in company with the turkey plate, and was just starting on the gingerbread, when a scrambling118 sounded at the end window. A blue hat appeared momentarily over the sill, its owner boosted from below, and an unidentified hand sent an orange rolling down the center aisle119. Patty hastily intercepted120 its course and dropped it into the wastebasket. Luncheon would be over momentarily, and a visit from Miss Lord was imminent121. This influx122 of supplies was growing embarrassing.
She heard the rising flood of talk as the girls poured from the dining-room. She knew that sympathetic groups were viewing her from the open doors behind. Judging[87] from the ceaseless shuffle123 of footsteps, all Saint Ursula's had errands that led past the schoolroom door. Patty did not cast a glance behind, but with rigid124 shoulders stared into space. Presently a rattling125 sounded above her head. She raised startled eyes to a register set in the ceiling, and saw Irene McCullough's anxious face peering through the opening.
"You can live for days on chocolates," came in a stage whisper. "I'm awfully126 sorry there's only half a pound; I ate the rest last night."
The register was lifted out, and a box was swiftly lowered by a string. Irene was chief of the scabs.
Miss Lord's voice became audible in the hall.
"I thought, young ladies, that afternoon recreation was to be spent out of doors?"
Patty just had time to snatch the box and drop it in her lap, with an open essay book[88] above, when Miss Lord advanced into the room. Patty's face assumed an air of suffering stoicism, as she stared ahead, in the profound hope that Irene would have sense enough to remove eight feet of dangling128 string. Miss Lord was followed by Osaki, carrying a tray with two slices of dry bread and a glass of water.
"Have you finished your Latin, Patty?"
"No, Miss Lord."
"Why not?"
"I am going to do to-morrow's lesson in afternoon study hour."
Patty's tone was respectful, but her meaning was clear. She emphasized slightly the word "to-morrow."
"You will do the twenty lines immediately."
A speaking silence from Patty.
"Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Miss Lord."
"Well?" The monosyllable was sharp enough to cut.
"I stand by my principles," said Patty. "I am not a scab."
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"You may sit here until those twenty lines are finished."
"Very well, Miss Lord."
"I do not wish you to suffer. Here is bread and water."
She motioned Osaki to set down the tray.
Patty waved it aside.
"I am not a convict," she said with dignity. "I refuse to eat until I am served properly at the dining-room table."
A fleeting129 grin replaced for a moment Osaki's Oriental calm. Miss Lord set the bread on a neighboring desk, and the two withdrew.
All through recreation and afternoon study, Patty sat at her desk, the plate of bread conspicuously untouched at her elbow. Then the five-o'clock bell rang, and the girls trooped out and dispersed130 on their various businesses. The hour between afternoon study and dressing131 bell, was the one hour of the day entirely their own. Patty could hear them romping132 up the back stairs, and racing133 through the corridors. Kid McCoy was conducting a pillow fight in Paradise Alley134[90] above her head. Groups passed the schoolroom window with happy calls and laughter. Pepper and Tabasco, the two riding horses, were saddled and brought out. She could see the girls taking turns in galloping135 around the oval, while Martin, as ringmaster, waved his whip and urged them on. Martin now was bent with rheumatism136, but in his far-off reckless youth he had been a cowboy, and when he taught the girls to ride, it was with a disregard of broken bones that dismayed even the adventurous137 gymnasium teacher. Patty was his star pupil; she could stick on Red Pepper's back with nothing but a blanket to hold her. It was only very occasionally, when Martin was in a propitious138 mood, that the horses were saddled for mere70 public amusement. Patty's heart was sore as she watched Priscilla and Conny, her two dearest friends, disport139 themselves regardless of their incarcerated140 mate.
It grew dusk; nobody came to furnish a light, and Patty sat in the semi-darkness, her head bent wearily on her arms. Finally she heard footsteps in the hall, and Miss Sallie[91] entered and closed the door behind her. Patty braced141 herself anew; one needed keen wits to match the "Dragonette."
Miss Sallie had been talking with Miss Lord, and she was inclined to think that Patty needed chastisement of a rare sort; but it was her practice to hear both sides. She drew up a chair, and commenced with business-like directness.
"See here, Patty, what is the meaning of all this nonsense?"
Patty raised reproachful eyes.
"Nonsense, Miss Sallie?"
"Yes, nonsense! Miss Lord says that you refused to learn the lesson that she assigned, and that you incited142 the rest of the girls to mutiny. You are one of the most able pupils in the class, and your failure to finish the lesson is nothing in the world but stubbornness. If it were Rosalie Patton now, there might be some sense in it."
"I don't think you understand," said Patty gently.
"It might be well for you to explain," suggested Miss Sallie.[92]
"I must stand by my principles."
"By all means!" Miss Sallie affably agreed. "And what are your principles?"
"To hold out for sixty lines of Virgil. It isn't because I want to strike, Miss Sallie. It would be much easier for me to do the eighty lines, but that wouldn't be fair to Rosalie. The working day should not be gaged by the capacity of the strongest. Miss Lord will flunk47 Rosalie if the rest of us don't take care of her. Upon the solidarity of labor depends the welfare of the individual worker. It is the fight of the oppressed against the encroachments of—of—er—organized authority."
"Um—I see!—I really begin to believe that you listened to that lecture, Patty."
"Of course I listened," Patty nodded, "and I must say that I am awfully disappointed in Miss Lord. She told us to apply our knowledge of sociology to the problems of our daily lives, and when we do, she backs down. But anyway, we intend to maintain the strike, until she is ready to meet our just demands. It isn't through selfish motives143[93] that I am acting144, Miss Sallie. I should a lot rather have something to eat and go horseback riding. I am fighting for the cause of my suffering sisters."
The ceiling above shook at the impact, as four of her suffering sisters came down on top of one another, while the walls resounded145 with their shrieks146 and laughter.
"Very well, Patty, I am glad to know that this unprecedented148 behavior is caused by charitable motives. I am sure that when Miss Lord fully58 understands the case she will feel gratified. Suppose I act as intermediary and lay the matter before her? We may be able to arrive at an—er—compromise."
The half hour that followed dinner was usually devoted149 to dancing in the big square hall, but to-night the girls were inclined to stand about in groups with furtive glances toward the schoolroom. A conference was going on inside. Miss Lord, the Dowager and the Dragonette had passed in and shut the door. Kid McCoy, returning from[94] Paradise Alley, where she had been stretched on her stomach with her face to the register, reported that Patty had fainted through lack of food, that the Dowager had revived her with whiskey, and that she had come to, still cheering for the union. Kid McCoy's statements, however, were apt to be touched by imagination. The school was divided in its opinion of Patty's course. The scabs were inclined to make light of her achievement, but Conny and Priscilla staunchly fanned enthusiasm.
Finally, the schoolroom door opened, and the faculty150 emerged and passed into the Dowager's private study, while the dancing commenced with sudden fervor151. No one to-day liked to be caught by Miss Lord whispering in a corner.
Patty followed alone. Her face was pale, and there were weary circles about her eyes, but in them shone the light of victory.
"Patty!"
"Are you dead?"
"How'd it come out?"
"It was perfectly splendid!"[95]
"Was she furious?"
"What did she say?"
"We arbitrated the question and have settled on a compromise," Patty replied with quiet dignity. "Hereafter the lesson will be seventy lines. The Virgil strike is declared off."
They pressed about her eager for details, but she separated herself, and kept on toward the dining-room door. There was an aloofness152 about her, an air of having experienced the heights alone. She was not quite ready to rub shoulders with common humanity.
The school settled itself to evening study, and Patty to her dinner. They could see her across the court, through the lighted window, as she sat in state at the end of a long table. Osaki on one side, tendered preserved strawberries, and Maggie on the other, frosted cakes. The rewards of martyrdom, in Patty's case, were solidly substantial.[96]
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unprecedented
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| adj.忠诚的，忠实的，热心的，献身于...的 | |
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fervor
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aloofness
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