Charlotte Chatterton stood back of the portiere pulling a refractory2 button of her glove into place,
as a gay group precipitated3 themselves into the dressing-room of The Exeter.
"Now remember, girls," cried Alexia, rushing at the toilet table to bestow4 frantic5 twitches7 at the
fluffy8 waves of hair over her forehead, "that we must applaud the very minute that she gets
through singing. Oh dear me, just look at my bangs; they are perfect frights. Hateful things!" with
another pull at the offending locks.
"It's a swell9 house," exclaimed one of the girls delightedly.
"Just let Miss Salisbury catch you saying 'swell,'" warned Alexia. "Take care now, Sally Moore,
this is a very proper and select occasion."
"Well, do let some of us have that glass a minute," retorted Sally, "and mend your manners before
you take occasion to correct my speech."
"My bangs are worse than yours, Sally," cried another girl, crowding up; "do let me get one corner
of that glass," trying to achieve a view of her head over Alexia's shoulder.
Alexia calmly picked at the fluffy bunch of hair on her brow, giving it a little quirk10 before she said,
"Don't fight, girls; it quite spoils one's looks; I never do when I'm dressed up."
"Of course not," said Sally Moore, "for you get everything you want without fighting."
"The idea!" exclaimed Alexia, with an injured expression, "when I never have my own way. Why,
I give up and give up the whole time to somebody. Well, never mind; let's talk about the Recital.
Oh, it's going to be quite elegant for Polly Pepper. There's a regular society cram11 in the Hall."
"Well, I don't think 'society cram' is a bit better than a 'swell affair,'" said Clem Forsythe, slipping
out of her opera cloak.
"Nor I either," cried three or four voices.
"Oh, I don't object to 'swell affair' myself," said Alexia; "I have used the words on more than one
occasion, unless my memory is treacherous12. I only wanted to spare Miss Salisbury's nerves."
"Pity you didn't give more attention to Miss Salisbury's nerves five or six years ago," said Sally.
"Do get away from that glass."
"It's no time to talk about me now," observed Alexia. "All our minds should be on Polly, and her
Recital. Girls, _did_ you see Jack13 Loughead down at the door?"
"Didn't we?" cried the girls.
"He's as handsome as a picture, isn't he?" cried Alexia, with another little pull at her rebellious14
hair.
"Isn't he?" hummed the girls.
"Well, he won't look at you, for all your fussing over those bangs," said Sally vindictively15.
"Did you suppose I thought he would?" cried Alexia coolly. "Why, it's Polly Pepper, everybody
knows, that brings him here."
"What's become of Mr. Bayley?" asked one of the girls suddenly.
"Hush--sh! you mustn't ask," cried Alexia mysteriously, and turning away from the mirror, with a
lingering movement; "there, it looks shockingly, but it is as good as I can fix it."
"Your hair always does look perfectly16 horrid17," declared Sally Moore, deftly18 slipping into the
vacated place.
"Well, do tell all you know about Mr. Bayley and Polly," begged the girl who had raised the
question, "I'm just dying to know."
"Alexia Rhys doesn't know a thing more than we do, Frances," said Clem, "only she pretends she's
in the secret."
"I was down at Dunraven at the Christmas splurge," said Alexia, "and you were not, Clem. That's
all I shall say," and she leisurely19 disposed herself in a big chair, and began to draw on her gloves,
with the air of one who could reveal volumes were she so disposed.
"Polly wouldn't ever send him off," said one of the girls, "I don't believe. Why, he's horribly rich;
and just think of marrying into the Bayley family--oh my!"
"I should think the shock of being asked to enter that family, would kill any girl, to begin with,"
said Clem. "Why, he goes back to William the Conqueror20, doesn't he? And there's an earl in the
family, and I don't know what else. And then beside, there's his mother; the idea of sitting opposite
to her at the table every single day--oh dear me! I know I should drop my knife and fork and
things, from pure fright."
"I'm sure I don't see why anybody is proud to have his family go back all the time," said Alexia
Rhys; "for my part I should want to start things forward a little myself."
"Well, who does know anything about it, why Mr. Bayley has gone off suddenly?" demanded
Frances.
"No one knows," said Clem.
Alexia hummed a tune21 provokingly.
"We all guess, and it's easy enough to guess the truth; but Polly won't ever let it out, so that's all
there is about it."
"Well, now, girls," said Alexia suddenly, "we must remember what we promised each other."
"What do you mean?" asked Frances; "I didn't promise anything to anybody."
"You weren't with us when we promised, my dear," answered Alexia, "and I'll rise and explain.
You see we don't any of us like that Charlotte Chatterton; not a single one of us. She's a perfect
stick, I think."
"So do I," said another girl; "this is the way she walks." Thereupon followed a representation
given to the life, of Charlotte Chatterton's method of getting her long figure over the ground,
which brought subdued22 peals23 of laughter from the girls looking on.
"And she has no more feeling than an oyster24," pursued Alexia, when she had recovered her breath,
"or she might see that Polly was just giving up all her fun and ours too, by dragging her into
everything that is going on."
"I know it," said the girls.
"And I'm so sick of her taking in everything so as a matter of course," observed Alexia; "oh! she's
quite an old sponge."
"It's bad enough to be called an oyster, without having old sponge fastened to one," said Sally
Moore, coming away from the mirror, thereby25 occasioning another rush for that useful dressing-
room appointment.
"Well, she is both of those very things," declared Alexia, "nevertheless we must applaud her
dreadfully when she's finished singing. That's what we promised each other, Frances. It will please
Polly, you know."
"You better hurry, or you will lose your seats," announced a friendly voice in the doorway27, which
had the effect to send the whole bevy28 out as precipitately29 as they had hurried in.
When she was quite sure that no one remained, Charlotte Chatterton shook herself free from the
friendly portiere-folds, and stepped to the center of the deserted30 room.
"I'll not sing one note!" she declared, standing31 tall, "not one single note!" Just then, in ran Amy
Loughead.
"Oh dear, and oh dear!"
"What is the matter?" asked Charlotte, not moving.
"Oh, I'm so frightened," gasped33 Amy, shivering from head to foot, "there are so many people in
there, oh--oh! I can't play!" beating her hands together in terror.
"You must," said Charlotte unsympathizingly.
"I can't--I can't. Oh, I shall die! The hall is full, and they keep coming in. Oh--Miss Pepper!"
For Polly, in her soft white gown, was coming quickly into the dressing-room.
"Your hands are just as cold as ice," said Polly, gathering34 up Amy's shaking little palms into her
own. "There now, we'll see if we can't coax35 them into playing order," rubbing them between her
own warm ones.
"Oh, I can feel all those people's eyes staring through me," cried Amy, huddling36 up against Polly.
"You mustn't think of their eyes, child," laughed Polly. But there was a little white line around her
mouth. Just then a messenger came in with a note.
"Any answer?" asked Polly. "Oh, stay; I would better read it before you go." And she tore it open.
"I am so sorry that I cannot keep my engagement to play the duet with Miss Porter, but the doctor
has just been here, and he says I must not go out. I should have written this morning that I had a
sore throat, but I thought I could manage to go. I'm so sorry--oh, Miss Pepper, I'm so sorry!
"JULIA ANDERSON."
[Illustration: "I'LL NOT SING A NOTE!"]
The note fell to Polly's lap, and for a minute she could not speak. "There is no answer," at last she
said to the messenger.
"Oh, Miss Pepper, what is it?" cried Amy Loughead, brought out of her own fright, by the dread26 of
a new trouble.
"Julia Anderson is sick and cannot be here," said Polly.
"Oh, dear! and she was going to play with Miss Porter. What will you do?" cried Amy in
consternation37.
"Why, I shall have to take her place," said Polly, forcing herself to speak.
"Oh, dear--dear!" exclaimed Amy, trying not to burst into tears. "Everything is just as bad and
horrid as it can be. Oh, dear, dear, and I can't play; I should disgrace you!"
"Oh, no, no, Amy," said Polly, trying to smile, "that you'll never do." She threw the note on the
floor now, and began to rub the cold little hands again.
"But--but, I'm so frightened," gasped Amy.
Charlotte Chatterton walked to the window.
"I may be a stick, and an oyster, and an old sponge, and everybody wish me out of the way, but
I'm not such a villain38 as to bother her now by telling her I won't sing. If they only won't applaud!"
She shut her teeth tightly, and turned back again.
"I wouldn't, Miss Loughead," she began. But her voice sounded cold and unsympathetic, and Amy
clung to Polly tighter than ever.
Ben now looked in. "Come, Polly," he said. "You really ought to be out here, and it's almost three
o'clock."
Amy gave a gasp32. "What shall I do?"
"You may stay in here, if you really wish," said Polly in a low voice, Charlotte Chatterton looking
on with all her eyes, "and I will excuse you."
"And will--will you be disappointed in me?" Amy brought out the question shamefacedly.
"Very much," said Polly.
"And will you never try me again--and never give me music lessons?" asked Amy fearfully.
"I do not seem to teach you successfully," said Polly very slowly, "so it would be no use to
continue the lessons." And she put aside the clinging hands. "You may stay here, Amy; I am
coming, Ben," looking over at him.
"I'll play," cried Amy Loughead desperately39. "I'd rather, oh, dear me, if they were bears and
gorillas40 looking on--and I just know I shall die--but I'd rather, Miss Pepper, than to have you give
me up."
Charlotte Chatterton drew a long breath.
"What's the matter?" asked Ben in dismay.
"Miss Loughead was a little scared, I believe," said Charlotte, with a touch of scorn in her manner.
Ben gave an uneasy exclamation41. "Everything seems to be all right now," he said, in a relieved
way, looking off at Polly and Amy.
"Oh, yes; a scare don't amount to much if one has a mind to put it down," said Charlotte.
"I should think you'd be scared," said Ben, looking at her admiringly, "to stand up and sing before
all those people. But I suppose you never are; you don't seem to mind things like the rest of us."
Charlotte shrugged42 her shoulders, but said nothing.
"We are all ready," said Polly cheerfully coming up with Amy. "Oh, Charlotte, you are such a
comfort," she found time to whisper.
Charlotte clasped her hands tightly together so that an ominous43 rent appeared in one of her pretty
gloves. "I'll sing," she kept saying to herself all the way out to the platform, "oh, I'll sing--I'll
sing." And later on, while looking down into the eyes of the girls waiting to applaud, "I'll sing--I'll
sing," she had to declare to herself till her name was announced.
As the last note died away, "Who is that girl?" went around the hall. Charlotte Chatterton had
made a sensation.
Alexia Rhys, angry at the effect of the song, still clapped steadily44 together her soft-gloved hands,
looking at Polly with the air of a martyr45 all the while.
"Charlotte--oh, I'm glad!" whispered Polly radiantly, "they want you to sing again," trying to pull
her forward, as the storm of applause went on.
"I'll not sing!" cried Charlotte passionately46. "Never! Don't ask it, Polly."
"Why, Charlotte!" implored47 Polly, astonished at the passion in the girl usually so cold and
indifferent. Still the applause continued, Polly's set keeping at it like veterans.
Ben ran up the platform steps with shining eyes. "Grandpapa requests Charlotte to sing again," he
whispered to Polly.
"There, you hear, Charlotte." said Polly. "Grandpapa wishes it."
"Very well," said Charlotte, resuming her ordinary manner, and looking as if it really made no
difference to her whether she sang or was quiet, she walked to her place.
Polly slipped back of the piano, and began the accompaniment, and again Charlotte's singing
carried all by storm.
Polly, looking down into Jasper's face, saw him smile over to his father, and nod in a pleased
surprise; and she was aghast to feel a faint little wish begin to grow in her heart, that Charlotte
Chatterton had not been asked to sing.
"Of course Jasper is surprised, as he has never heard her sing," said Polly to herself, "and her voice
is so beautiful in this big hall, oh, it's so very beautiful!" as Charlotte came back, apparently48 not
hearing the expressions of delight that rang over the concert-room.
"That Chatterton girl will be all the rage now," whispered Alexia savagely49 to Clem who sat next to
her. "Look at Mrs. Cabot. She has her 'I'll-take-you-up-and-patronize-you air' on, and I know she's
making up her mind to give Charlotte a musicale."
Other people also, scattered50 here and there in the hall, were making up their minds to introduce
Miss Chatterton to their friends; as a girl with such a wonderful voice, it would be quite worth
one's while to bring out.
Polly, by this time, explaining to the audience, the failure of Miss Anderson to take her part in the
duet, caught little ends of the whispers going on beneath her, such as "Perfectly exquisite51." "Most
wonderful range." "Shall certainly ask her to sing." And again she saw Jasper's beaming face,
while Ben took no pains to conceal52 his delight. And she sat down to the piano mechanically, and
began in a dazed way to help Miss Porter through with the duet that was to have been one of the
finest things on the carefully prepared programme.
[Illustration: "FOR SHAME, POLLY, IF THE LITTLE BROWN HOUSE TEACHINGS ARE
FORGOTTEN LIKE THIS"]
Suddenly, in the midst of a slow movement, Polly glanced down and caught her mother's eye.
"Polly," it said, just as plainly as if Mrs. Fisher had spoken, "is this my girl? For shame, if the
Little Brown House teachings are forgotten like this."
Polly straightened up, sent Mamsie down a bright smile that made Mrs. Fisher nod, and flash back
one in return, then bent53 all her energies to making that duet speak its message through the concert-
room. People who had rather languished54 in their chairs, now gathered themselves up with fresh
interest, and clapped their hands at the brilliant passages, and exclaimed over the ability of the
music teacher who could change an apparent failure to such a glorious success. Everybody said it
was wonderful; and when the duet was over, the house rang with the charming noise by which the
gratified friends tried to express their delight. But Polly saw only Mamsie's eyes, filled with joy.
Meantime, Charlotte Chatterton had hurried out to the dressing-room, tossing on her walking
things with a quick hand; and held fast for a minute as she crept out into the broad passage, by the
duet now in full progress, she went softly down the stairs.
When it was all over, everybody crowded around Polly.
"Oh, Miss Pepper, your Recital is lovely! oh, how beautifully Miss Chatterton sang!" and,
"Oh, Miss Pepper, I am delighted with your pupils' progress; and what an exquisite voice Miss
Chatterton has!"
And then it was, "Oh, it must have been so hard, Miss Pepper, for you to excuse Miss Anderson at
the last minute; and we can't thank you enough for letting us hear Miss Chatterton sing."
"Oh, I shall fly crazy to hear them go on," cried Alexia to a little bunch of girls back of the crowd;
"will nothing stop them?" wringing55 her hands angrily together. "It's all Chatterton, Chatterton
now; and after Polly's magnificent playing too. Oh dear me, I knew it would be so!"
Polly turned, with a happy face, to pull Charlotte forward to hear the kind things. "Why, where"--
"Oh, she's gone home," answered Alexia, stepping forward hastily--"Hasn't she, girls?" appealing
to them. "She must have; she went out like a shot. Don't, Polly, how can you?" she begged, turning
back to twitch6 Polly's arm, "you've done enough, I should think."
"What did she run off for?" cried Jasper, scaling the platform steps. Polly glanced quickly up into
his beaming face.
"Oh, Jasper, she has gone home--I couldn't help it," and her face fell.
He looked annoyed. "Never mind, Polly," he said, his brow clearing, "father wanted to introduce
her to some friends, that's all. Well, and wasn't it a grand success, though!" and he beamed at her.
"Yes," said Polly, settling Amy's music with an unsteady hand.
"And Charlotte really surprised us all," he went on gaily56. "Why, Polly, who would think that we
have--or you rather, for you have done it all--the honor to bring out a nightingale! Here, let me do
that for you." He was fairly bubbling over with delight, and as he essayed to take the music out of
Polly's hand, he laughed again. "Dear me, how stupid I am," as a piece fluttered to the floor.
"And didn't Amy do nicely?" asked Polly beginning to feel a bit tired now.
"Yes, indeed," assented57 Jasper enthusiastically, as he recovered the piece. "Just splendidly! I didn't
know she had so much music in her. Oh, here comes a horde58 of congratulations, Polly." He threw
her the brightest of smiles as he moved to make way for a group of friends hurrying up to shower
Polly with compliments, and every one had something delightful59 to add of Charlotte Chatterton's
singing.
"Jasper couldn't help but be happy over Charlotte's singing," said Polly to herself, and looking
after him, "it's so beautiful," as they came up.
"Where are you going, Polly?" called Alexia at last, when it was all over, and the janitor60 was
closing the big outer door, as Polly ran ahead of the girls and down the long steps of The Exeter.
[Illustration: POLLY TURNED AND WAVED HER MUSIC-ROLL AT THEM]
Polly turned and waved her music-roll at them for a reply.
"Now somebody is going to carry her off," grumbled61 Alexia; "hurry up, girls, let's see who it is."
So they ran as lightly as Polly herself, after her, down the steps, only in time to see old Mr. King
help her into the carriage with Mrs. Fisher and Phronsie, and drive rapidly off.
"Whatever in the world is the matter?" cried Alexia, running up to Jasper who was watching them
speed away.
"Why, Polly thinks Charlotte is sick," explained Jasper, "because she went home before the
Recital was out."
"Stuff and nonsense!" exclaimed Alexia angrily. "What is the matter with Polly, Jasper? She grows
worse and worse. Why can't she let Charlotte Chatterton alone, pray tell. I, for one, should think
mischief62 enough had been done by that girl."
"You should think mischief enough had been done by Charlotte?" repeated Jasper in astonishment63.
"I must say, Alexia, that I fail to understand you."
"To hear people praise to the very skies that Chatterton girl," cried Alexia in a passion--she was
actually stamping her foot now--"oh, oh! why don't some of you say something?" she cried,
appealing suddenly to the girls. "You all feel as I do about Polly's pushing forward that girl; and
there you stand and make me do all the talking."
Jasper looked grave at once. "There is no occasion for any one to exert herself to talk over this,"
he said. "It is Polly's affair, and hers alone." He raised his hat to her, and to the rest of the group,
and walked off.
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