THE perimeters1 of similar polygons are as their homologous sides."
Patty dreamily assured herself of this important truth for the twentieth time, as she sat by the open schoolroom window, her eyes on the billowing whiteness of the cherry tree which had burst into blossom overnight.
It was particularly necessary that she should finish her lessons with dispatch, because it was Saturday, and she was going to the city with Mademoiselle's party to spend an hour in the dentist's chair. But the weather was not conducive2 to concentrated effort. After an hour of half-hearted study, she closed her geometry, and started upstairs[248] to dress, leaving the stay-at-homes to another hour of work.
She started upstairs; but she did not get very far on the way. As she passed the open door that led to the back porch, she stepped outside to examine the cherry tree at close range; then she strolled the length of the pergola to see how the wistaria was coming on; from there, it was just a step to the lane, with its double row of pink-tipped apple trees. Before she knew it, Patty found herself sitting on the stone wall at the end of the lower pasture. Behind her lay the confines of St. Ursula's. Before her the World.
She sat on the top of the wall, and dangled3 her feet out of bounds. The very most scandalous crime one could commit at St. Ursula's was to go out of bounds without permission. Patty sat and gazed at the forbidden land. She knew that she had no time to waste if she were to catch the hearse and the train and the dentist's chair. But still she sat and dreamed. Finally, far across the fields on the highroad, she spied the hearse bowling4 merrily to the station. Then it occurred to[249] her that she had forgotten to report to Mademoiselle that she was going, and that Mademoiselle, accordingly, would not be missing her. At the school, of course, they would think that she had gone, and likewise would not be missing her. Without any premeditated iniquity5, she was free!
She sat a few moments longer to let the feeling penetrate6. Then she slid over the wall and started—a joyous7 young mutineer, seeking adventure. Following the cheery course of the brook8, she dipped into a tangled9 ravine and stretch of woodland, raced down a hillside and across a marshy11 meadow, leaping gaily12 from hummock13 to hummock—occasionally missing and going in. She laughed aloud at these misadventures, and waved her arms and romped14 with the wind. In addition to the delicious sense of feeling free, was added the delicious sense of feeling bad. The combination was intoxicating15.
And so, always following the stream, she came at last to another wood—not a wild wood like the first, but a tame, domesticated16 wood. The dead limbs were cut away, and[250] the ground was neatly17 brushed up under the trees. The brook flowed sedately18 between fern-bordered banks, under rustic19 bridges, and widened occasionally into pools carpeted with lily pads. Mossy paths set with stepping-stones led off into mysterious depths that the eye could not penetrate: the leaves were just out enough to half hide and to tantalize20. The grass was starred with crocuses. It looked like an enchanted21 wood in a fairy tale.
This second wood, however, was bordered by a solid stone wall, and on top of the wall, by four strands22 of barbed wire. Signs appeared at intervals—three were visible from where Patty stood—stating that these were private grounds, and that trespassers would be prosecuted23 to the full extent of the law.
Patty knew well to whom it belonged; she had often passed the front gates which faced on the other road. The estate was celebrated24 in the neighborhood, in the United States, for the matter of that. It comprised 500 acres and belonged to a famous—or infamous—multi-millionaire. His name was Silas Weatherby, and he was the originator of a[251] great many Wicked Corporations. He had beautiful conservatories25 full of tropical plants, a sunken Italian garden, an art collection and picture gallery. He was a crusty old codger always engaged in half-a-dozen lawsuits26. He hated the newspapers, and the newspapers hated him. He was in particularly bad repute at St. Ursula's, because, in response to a politely couched note from the principal, asking that the art class might view his Botticelli and the botany class his orchids28, he had ungraciously replied that he couldn't have a lot of school girls running over his place—if he let them come one year, he would have to let them come another, and he didn't wish to establish a precedent29.
Patty looked at the "No Trespassing30" signs and the barbed wire, and she looked at the wood beyond. They couldn't do anything if they did catch her, she reasoned, except turn her out. People weren't jailed nowadays for taking a peaceable walk in other people's woods. Besides, the millionaire person was attending a directors' meeting in Chicago. This bit of neighborhood gos[252]sip she had gleaned31 that morning in her weekly perusal32 of the daily press—Saturday night at dinner they were supposed to talk on current topics, so Saturday morning they glanced at the headlines and an editorial. Since the family were not at home, why not drop in and inspect the Italian garden? The servants were doubtless more polite than the master.
She selected a portion of the wall where the wire seemed slack, and wriggled33 under, stomach-wise, tearing only a small hole in the shoulder of her blouse. She played with the enchanted wood half an hour or so; then following a path, she quite suddenly left the wood behind, and popped out into a garden—not a flower garden, but a kitchen garden on an heroic scale. Neat plots of sprouting34 vegetables were bordered by currant bushes, and the whole was surrounded by a high brick wall, against which pear trees were trained in the English fashion.
A gardener was engaged, with his back toward Patty, in setting out baby onions. She studied him dubiously35, divided between a[253] prompting to run, and a social instinct of friendliness36. He was an extremely picturesque37 gardener, dressed in knickerbockers and leather gaiters, with a touch of red in his waistcoat, and a cardigan jacket and a cap on the side of his head. He did not look very affable; but he did look rheumatic—even if he chased her, she was sure that she could run faster than he. So she settled herself on his wheelbarrow and continued to watch him, while she pondered an opening remark.
He glanced up suddenly and caught sight of her. The surprise nearly tipped him over.
"Good morning!" said Patty pleasantly.
"Watching you plant onions."
He grunted again as he straightened his back and took a step toward her.
"Where'd you come from?" he demanded gruffly.[254]
"Humph!" he remarked. "You belong to that school—Saint Something or Other?"
"Do they know you're out?"
"No," she returned candidly42, "I don't believe they do. I am quite sure of it in fact. They think I've gone to the dentist's with Mam'selle, and she thinks I'm at school. So it leaves me entirely43 at leisure. I thought I'd come over and see what Mr. Weatherby's Italian garden looks like. I'm interested in Italian gardens."
"Well I'll be—!" He commenced, and came a trifle nearer and stared again. "Did you happen to see any 'No Trespassing' signs as you came through?"
"Mercy, yes! The whole place is peppered with 'em."
"They don't seem to have impressed you much."
"Oh, I never pay any attention to 'No[255] Trespassing' signs," said Patty easily. "You'd never get anywhere in this world if you let them bother you."
"I don't believe you would!" he agreed. "I've never let them bother me," he added meditatively45.
"Can't I help you plant your onions?" Patty asked politely. It struck her that this might be the quickest route to the Italian garden.
"Why, yes, thank you!"
He accepted her offer with unexpected cordiality, and gravely explained the mode of work. The onions were very tiny, and they must be set right-side up with great care; because it is very difficult for an embryonic47 onion to turn itself over after it has once got started in the wrong direction.
Patty grasped the business very readily, and followed along in the next row three feet behind him. It turned out sociable48 work; by the end of fifteen minutes they were quite old friends. The talk ranged far—over philosophy and life and morals. He had a[256] very decided49 opinion on every subject—she put him down as Scotch—he seemed a well-informed old fellow though, and he read the papers. Patty had also read the paper that morning. She discoursed50 at some length upon whether or not corporations should be subject to state control. She stoutly51 agreed with her editor that they should. He maintained that they were like any other private property, and that it was nobody's damned business how they managed themselves.
"A penny, please," said Patty, holding out her hand.
"A penny?—what for?"
"That 'damn.' Every time you use slang or bad grammar you have to drop a penny in the charity box. 'Damn' is much worse than slang; it's swearing. I ought to charge you five cents, but since this is the first offense52, I'll let you off with one."
He handed over his penny, and Patty gravely pocketed it.
"What sort of things do you learn in that school?" he inquired with a show of curiosity.[257]
She obligingly furnished a sample:
"The perimeters of similar polygons are as their homologous sides."
"You will find that useful," he commented with the suggestion of a twinkle in his eye.
"Very," she agreed—"on examination day."
After half an hour, onion-planting grew to be wearying work; but Patty was bound to be game, and stick to her job as long as he did. Finally, however, the last onion was in, and the gardener rose and viewed the neat rows with some satisfaction.
"That will do for to-day," he declared; "we've earned a rest."
They sat down, Patty on the wheelbarrow, the man on an upturned tub.
"How do you like working for Mr. Weatherby?" she inquired. "Is he as bad as the papers make out?"
The gardener chuckled slightly as he lighted his pipe.
"Well," he said judiciously53, "he's always been very decent to me, but I don't know as his enemies have any cause to love him."[258]
"Why?" asked the man with a slight air of challenge. He was quite willing to run his master down himself, but he would not permit an outsider to do it.
"He's so terribly stingy with his old conservatories. The Dowager—I mean Mrs. Trent, the principal, you know—wrote and asked him to let the botany class see his orchids, and he was just as rude as he could be!"
"I'm sure he didn't mean it," the man apologized.
"Oh, yes, he did!" maintained Patty. "He said he couldn't have a lot of school girls running through and breaking down his vines—as if we would do such a thing! We have perfectly beautiful manners. We learn 'em every Thursday night."
"Maybe he was a little rude," he agreed. "But you see, he hasn't had your advantages, Miss. He didn't learn his manners in a young ladies' boarding-school."
The gardener took a long pull at his pipe and studied the horizon with narrowed eyes.
"It isn't quite fair to judge him the way you would other people," he said slowly. "He's had a good deal of trouble in his life; and now he's old, and I dare say pretty lonely sometimes. All the world's against him—when people are decent, he knows it's because they're after something. Your teacher, now, is polite when she wants to see his conservatories, but I'll bet she believes he's an old thief!"
"Isn't he?" asked Patty.
The man grinned slightly.
"He has his moments of honesty like the rest of us."
"Perhaps," Patty grudgingly56 conceded, "he may not be so bad when you know him. It's often the way. Now, there was Lordy, our Latin teacher. I used to despise her; and then—in the hour of trial—she came up to the scratch, and was per-fect-ly bully57!"
He held out his hand.
"A penny."[260]
Patty handed him back his own.
"She kept me from getting expelled—she did, really. I've never been able to hate her since. And you know, I miss it dreadfully. It's sort of fun having an enemy."
"I've had a good many," he nodded, "and I've always managed to enjoy them."
"And probably they're really quite nice?" she suggested.
"Oh, yes," he agreed, "the worst criminals are often very pleasant people when you see their right side."
"Yes, that's true," said Patty. "It's mainly chance that makes people bad—I know it is in my own case. This morning for instance, I got up with every intention of learning my geometry and going to the dentist's—and yet—here I am! And so," she pointed58 a moral, "you always ought to be kind to criminals and remember that under different circumstances you might have been in jail yourself."
"That thought," he acknowledged, "has often occurred to me. I—we—that is,"[261] he resumed after a moment of amused meditation59, "Mr. Weatherby believes in giving a man a chance. If you have any convict friends, who are looking for a job, this is the place to send them. We used to have a cattle thief taking care of the cows, and a murderer in charge of the orchids."
"What fun!" cried Patty. "Have you got him now? I should love to see a murderer."
"He left some time ago. The place was too slow for him."
"How long have you been working for Mr. Weatherby?" she asked.
"A good many years—and I've worked hard!" he added, with a slight air of challenge.
"I hope he appreciates you?"
"Yes, I think on the whole that he does."
He knocked the ashes from his pipe and rose.
"And now," he suggested, "should you like me to show you the Italian garden?"
"Oh, yes," said Patty, "if you think Mr. Weatherby wouldn't mind."[262]
"I'm head gardener. I do what I please."
"If you're head gardener, what makes you plant onions?"
"Oh!" Patty laughed.
"And then you see, when I have a tendency to overwork the men under me, I stop and think how my own back ached."
"You're much too nice a man to work for him!" she pronounced approvingly.
"Thank ye, Miss," he touched his hat with a grin.
"Oh, I wish Conny could see it!" Patty cried.
"And who is she?"
"Conny's my room-mate. She's awfully62 interested in gardens this year, because she's going to get the botany prize for analyzing63 the most plants—at least, I think she's going to get it. It's between her and Keren[263] Hersey; all the rest of the class have dropped out. Mae Van Arsdale is working against Conny, to spite me, because I wouldn't stay in an old secret society that she started. She gets orchids from the city and gives them to Keren."
"Oh, yes!" said Patty. "They have to do the analyzing, but their friends can collect and paste. Every time anybody goes for a walk, she comes back with her blouse stuffed full of specimens65 for either Conny or Keren. The nice girls are for Conny. Keren's an awful dig. She wears eye-glasses and thinks she knows everything."
"I'm for Miss Conny myself," he declared. "Is there any way in which I could help?"
Patty glanced about tentatively.
"You have quite a number of plants," she suggested, "that Conny hasn't got in her book."
"You shall take back as many as you can[264] carry," he promised. "We'll pay a visit to the orchid27 house."
They left the garden behind, and turned toward the glass roofs of the conservatories. Patty was so entertained, that she had entirely forgotten the passage of time, until she came face to face with a clock in the gable of the carriage house; then she suddenly realized that St. Ursula's luncheon66 had been served three quarters of an hour before—and that she was in a starving condition.
"Oh, goodness gracious! I forgot all about luncheon!"
"Is it a very grave crime to forget about luncheon?"
"Well," said Patty, with a sigh, "I sort of miss it."
"I might furnish you with enough to sustain life for a short time," he suggested.
"Oh, could you?" she asked relievedly.
She was accustomed to having a table spread three times a day, and she cared little who furnished it.
"Just some milk," she said modestly, "and some bread and butter and—er—cookies.[265] Then, you see, I won't have to go back till four o'clock when they come from the station, and maybe I can slip in without being missed."
"You just wait in the pavilion, and I'll see what the gardener's cottage can supply us."
"We'll have a picnic," he proposed.
"Oh, let's!" said Patty joyously70. She did not mind eating with him in the least, for he had washed his hands, and appeared quite clean.
She helped him unpack71 the hamper and set the table in the little pavilion beside the fountain. He had lettuce72 sandwiches, a pat of cottage cheese, a jug73 of milk, orange marmalade, sugar cookies, and gingerbread hot from the oven.
"What a perfectly bully spread!" she cried.
He held out his hand.
"Another penny!"
Patty peered into an empty pocket.[266]
"You'll have to charge it. I've used up all my ready money."
The spring sun was warm, the fountain was splashing, the wind was sprinkling the pavilion floor with white magnolia petals74. Patty helped herself to marmalade with a happy sigh of contentment.
"The most fun in the world is to run away from the things you ought to do," she pronounced.
"I suppose you ought to be working?" she asked.
"There are one or two little matters that might be the better for my attention."
"And aren't you glad you're not doing them?"
"Bully glad!"
She held out her hand.
"Give it back."
The cent returned to her pocket, and the meal progressed gaily. Patty was in an elated frame of mind, and Patty's elation76 was catching77. Escaping from bounds, tres[267]passing on a private estate, planting onions, and picnicking in the Italian garden with the head gardener—she had never had such a dizzying whirl of adventures. The head gardener also seemed to enjoy the sensation of offering sanctuary78 to a runaway79 school girl. Their appreciation80 of the lark81 was mutual82.
As Patty, with painstaking83 honesty, was dividing the last of the gingerbread into two exact halves, she was startled by the sound of a footstep on the gravel46 path behind; and there walked into their party a groom84—a crimson-faced, gaping85 young man who stood mechanically bobbing his head. Patty stared back a touch apprehensively87. She hoped that she hadn't got her friend into trouble. It was very possibly against the rules for gardeners to entertain runaway school girls in the Italian garden. The groom continued to stare and to duck his head, and her companion rose and faced him.
"Well?" he inquired with a note of sharpness. "What do you want?"
"Beg pardon, sir, but this telegram come,[268] and Richard says it might be important, sir, and he says for me to find you, sir."
He received the telegram, ran his eyes over it, scribbled88 an answer on the back with a gold pencil which he extracted from his pocket, and dismissed the man with a curt89 nod. The envelope had fluttered to the table and lay there face up. Patty inadvertently glanced at the address, and as the truth flashed across her, she hid her head against the back of the stone seat in a gale90 of laughter. Her companion looked momentarily sheepish, then he too laughed.
"You have enjoyed the privilege of telling me exactly how rude you think I am. Not even the reporters always allow themselves that pleasure."
"Oh, but that was before I knew you! I think now that you have perfectly beautiful manners."
He bowed his thanks.
"I shall endeavor to have better in the future. It will be my pleasure to put my greenhouses at the disposal of the young ladies of St. Ursula's some afternoon soon."[269]
"Really?" she smiled. "That's awfully nice of you!"
"And now," he inquired, "which will you visit first—the picture gallery or the orchids?"
Patty emerged from the orchid house at four o'clock, her arms filled with an unprecedented92 collection for Conny's book. The big yellow four-in-hand coach was standing93 outside the stable being washed. She examined it interestedly.
"Should you like to have me drive you home on that?"
"Oh, I'd love it!" Patty dimpled. "But I'm afraid it wouldn't be wise," she added on second thought. "No, I am sure it wouldn't be wise," she firmly turned her back. Her eyes fell on the road, and an apprehensive86 light sprang to her face.
"There's the hearse!"
"The hearse?"
"Yes, the school wagonette. I think I'd better be going."[270]
He accompanied her back, through the vegetable garden and the enchanted wood, and held her flowers while she crawled under the fence, tearing a hole in the other shoulder of her blouse.
They shook hands through the barbed wire.
"I've enjoyed both the onions and the orchids," said Patty politely, "and particularly the gingerbread. And if I ever have any convict friends in need of employment, I may send them to you?"
"Do so," he urged. "I will find them a job here."
She started off, then turned to wave good-by to him.
"I've had a perfectly bully time!"
"A penny!" he called.
Patty laughed and ran.
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