The mother had agreed to take charge of a private school in the city for a year; and before many days had passed, Ella was setting out every morning at eight o’clock to practice an hour before school opened. It was a pleasant walk down the broad street. It had been a street of homes with flower gardens and trees and wide front steps, and porches that looked as if people liked to sit in them summer evenings and talk and have good times together. The gardens were full of old-fashioned flowers that bloomed as if they were having the best time of their lives. Between them and the sidewalk were fences so low and open that they invited passers-by to stop and see the roses, geraniums, hollyhocks, ladies’-delights, or none-so-pretties, sweet Mary, sweet William, and the rest of them.
The street was just beginning to think of becoming a business street, and here and there, wherever there chanced to be a spare nook or corner, there stood a tiny store which seemed to look up a little shyly to its more stately neighbors.
Two of these little stores were of special interest to Ella. One had a stock of roots and herbs, and among them were the cinnamon buds that she was still fond of. Her first spare penny went into the hands of a[Pg 81] clerk in this store, a solemn-looking man with a pasty white face. Evidently he felt it his duty to give this reckless small child a lecture, for, still holding the penny in his hand, he told her how dangerous it was to eat spices.
“I once knew a man who ate a pound of spice and died,” he said gloomily.
“How much are these a pound?” Ella asked.
“Forty cents,” the clerk replied.
“Then,” said Ella, “if I buy a cent’s worth each time, I shouldn’t have had a pound till I had been here thirty-nine times more, should I?”
“No,” said the clerk wonderingly.
“I’ll be careful,” said Ella blithely1. “I’ll keep count, and when I get to thirty-nine, I’ll stop—and then pretty soon I’ll begin over. Will you please give me the first pennyworth now?”—and he did.
The other store held a supply of handkerchiefs, neckties, suspenders, stockings, and whatever other small wares2 men might want to buy. It was presided over by a trim little old gentleman with the whitest of linen3 and the reddest of cheeks. He was sometimes standing4 in the doorway5 when she went by, and one morning he held a letter in his hand. Ella would have offered to take it, but she was too shy. Perhaps the little old gentleman was a bit shy, also, for he hesitated until she was almost past.
Then he said, “Should you be willing to leave this in the post-office as you go by?”
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“I’d like to ever so much,” replied Ella cordially; and ever after that, when she passed the store and the little gentleman was in sight, they exchanged smiles and good-mornings.
“I hope you were very careful of the letter,” said the mother when she heard the story.
“Barnum’s elephants couldn’t have pulled it away from me,” Ella declared stoutly6. She had just been to Barnum’s circus, so of course she knew that whereof she spoke7.
This was a school for “Young Ladies.” Ella did so wish that there was just one little girl among the pupils. However, she was used to being with older girls, and she was soon quite at home among these. Her studies were arithmetic, which she liked, and French and music, which she did not like.
“Why do you like arithmetic best?” the mother once asked.
“Because,” replied Ella thoughtfully, “when it’s done, it’s done, and I know it’s done, and it can’t come undone8. In music, even if I have practiced my very best, I may strike some wrong note and spoil it all; and in French, I may forget just one word for just one minute, and then the whole sentence isn’t good for anything at all. Arithmetic is easy. It’s just add, subtract, multiply, and divide; and then you know it all. The rest is only different ways of using these things. A baby ought to know how to learn four things.”
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These were what Ella called her real “studies”; but there were two others that she called her “make-believe studies.” These latter she had chosen herself according to the color of the covers of the textbook and the size of the print. The tiny geography was yellow, with coarse print, and easy questions. The little grammar had a bright pink cover. It was not much larger than her own hand, and it was so clear and easy that Ella felt almost as if she had written it herself. Who could help understanding when an illustration was “George had four sweet apples,” or “William’s dog has come home”? Of course, like all productions of grown-ups, it had occasional lapses9, such as, “The gay summer droops10 into pallid11 autumn,” which of course no child ought to be expected to understand.
These two books were so winning that Ella took great pleasure in saying every day or two, “I have learned my geography lesson,” or “I have finished my grammar. May I recite it now?” There was another reason, which she did not realize, but which was a strong one. She knew that little girls in the public schools did not study French and did study geography and grammar; and she was beginning to want to do things just like other girls.
Ella had one great advantage over most little girls, and this was in her mother’s belief that if a child wanted to do what older people were doing, she ought to have a chance to try. “She will learn something,”[Pg 84] the busy mother always said, “and whatever she learns will come in play some time.” That was why, when the mother and her friend were making wax flowers, Ella was encouraged to see what she could do. She had really acquired considerable skill. These ornaments12 were as fashionable as ever, and the other “young ladies” were so glad to follow her instructions that she began to feel quite like an assistant teacher.
She used her skill in making a bouquet13 for her special little girl friend at the old home, the one who had sent her the “jockey cap” at Christmas. Such a bouquet as it was! Ella wrote in her diary, “There were in it one Moss-rose bud a spiderworth a jonquil, some lily’s of the valley and a bunch of coral Honeysuckle two Prickly pears some forgetmenots a bunch of Verbena’s and two Orange-blossoms with two Hawthorn’s and some grass with two Sweet peas were the contents of my bouquet.” It is little wonder that they did not dwell together in unity14 and that some of them were broken when the time of unpacking15 arrived.
Ella also gave reading lessons. The mother had become interested in her washerwoman, a negress who had once been a slave. The woman was eager to learn, and Ella used to stop three times a week on her way home from school to hear her read and, incidentally, to study the little granddaughter and wonder if there was not some way to make her hair straight and her face white.
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Ella was usually a very happy little girl, but one day, in pessimistic mood she wrote in her little diary, in as large letters as the narrow space between the lines would permit, “I wish I did not have to do anything but read and play all day long”; but certainly she did a rather large amount of both reading and playing.
As to the reading, there was the library of many volumes at home. There was the Sunday school collection; and its records of one rainy Sunday declare that by some method of persuasion16 she wheedled17 the young librarian into allowing her to carry home four books for the afternoon’s consumption. Then, too, in the same building as the school there was a large library, open to the public on payment of one dollar a year, and from this, she might carry home a book every day if she chose. No one interfered18 with her taking whatever she wished, and she usually wandered about among the bookcases and selected for herself. One day, however, the kindly19 old librarian heard a child’s voice asking,
“Will you please help me to get a book? I can’t find what I want.”
He peered over the top of his tall desk, and there stood a little girl in short skirts and a blue flannel20 blouse with brass21 buttons, looking up at him expectantly.
“Certainly,” he replied, smiling down upon her. “How should you like one of the Rollo books?”
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“I’ve read them all, most of them twice, and some of them three times.”
“What kind of book should you like?”
“What!” exclaimed the good man. “That’s not the kind of book for a little girl to read. What made you think of that?”
“I read ‘The Pit and the Pendulum,’ and it said the story happened in the Spanish Inquisition. I want to know what it is and I want to read some more stories about it.”
The gray-haired librarian was aghast, but by no means unwise. He brought her a book about the Inquisition, a big book, a heavy book, a dismal23 book, in the finest of print and with two columns to the page. No sensible child would dream of reading such a book, and the shrewd old librarian knew it.
One of the constant readers in this library was an old friend of the librarian, a quaint24 little gentleman who wore long hair curling at the ends, knee breeches, and shoes with big buckles25. The librarian must have told him of the little girl’s request, for when she came again, he talked with her about the books that she had read and advised her to read Plutarch’s “Lives.” He was not so canny26 as the librarian, for this book, too, was in fine print and pages of two columns, and the little girl never read it until she had become a big girl. And, alas27, she never read the scholarly essay on[Pg 87] the cacao tree which the learned Doctor in Concord28 had given her. She always felt guilty about this latter piece of neglect, and when—not through her fault—the pamphlet was lost, she was uneasily glad.
The mother was sometimes a little troubled because Ella did not like to read history.
“It is too hard for me,” objected the little girl.
“But in that little history of yours, the words are not nearly so long as in ‘Robinson Crusoe,’ and you do not think that is hard,” said the mother.
“No, but long words don’t make reading hard,” said Ella. “I like to think I’ve read half a line in just one word. It’s like the dissected29 map of the United States; it isn’t any harder to put in Texas than Rhode Island, and Texas is so big that when I have put it in, I feel as if I had really done something. Short words don’t make reading easy and long words don’t make it hard. I don’t know what it is, but somehow it’s the way they write it that makes it hard or easy. I’m going to know how to do it some time, and then I’ll write some hard books for children that shall be easy to read.”
Ella was quite given to making lists of the books that she read, and often for a number of weeks in succession she read at the rate of a book a day. The following is one of her lists with her occasional comments:
Up Hill, or Life in the Factory.
Gulliver’s Travels.
Studies for Stories.[Pg 88]
Harry’s Vacation, or Philosophy at Home.
Winifred Bertram.
New School Dialogues.
Hetty’s Hopes, or Trust in God.
Romantic Belinda.
Ruth Hall.
True Stories of the Days of Washington. A very good book indeed. It tells about deeds of heroism31 and honor. I never read it before. Began it the 26 of December, finished it 27.
Tim the Scissors Grinder.
Atlantic Monthly. Andersonville Prisoners.
Fighting Joe.
Agnes Hopetoun’s Schools and Holidays.
Curious Stories about Fairies and Other Funny People.
Merry’s Museum.
Neighbor Jackwood.
Summer in Scotland.
Life of Josephine.
Pilgrim’s Progress.
Tales of the Saxons.
Tanglewood Tales.
Christmas Greens. A splendid story telling about two boys who went and got some evergreens36 and sold them and gave the money to their mother, who needed it very much, and so got on till they became great and good.
The Young Crusoe.
A Year after Marriage.
Moral Tales.
Poor and Proud. Splendid.
Arabian Nights.
Popular Tales from the Norse.
Out of Debt. Out of Danger.[Pg 89]
Peter Parley’s Stories.
The Magic Ring.
Curiosities of Natural History.
Swiss Family Robinson. I have read it a great many times, but it is so good I wanted to read it again.
Somehow, though one can hardly see how, the small girl contrived37 to get in a vast amount of play. Her special friend was a particularly nice boy who lived next door, indeed, nearer than next door, for the children persuaded the authorities of the two houses to slip off a board from the fence between. Beejay, as Ella called him, went to the public school, which had two sessions, while the “Private School for Young Ladies” had only one; so it was a little difficult to bring their leisure hours together; but they made the most of every minute.
They played games without end, croquet, authors, the checkered38 game of life, the smashed-up locomotive—a locomotive with a bell-topped smokestack, a big bell, and a little whistle—dissected maps, and one game that they called “By a Lady,” since that legend alone was printed on the box. They made a very creditable ghost with the help of chalk and phosphorus, and were jubilant when a kindly older sister pretended to be badly scared by its horrors.
Once upon a time they saved up their pennies till they had enough to buy a cocoanut; and such a cocoanut! It was the largest they had ever seen and cost no more than a small one! It was not shaped quite[Pg 90] like the cocoanuts that they had bought before, but the dealer39 told them to cut off the outside husk, and they would have a fine large nut within.
No woman was ever so pleased with a bargaincounter purchase. They hurried down cellar and Beejay attacked the nut first with a knife, then with a hatchet40. The mischievous41 thing rolled away from the blows into corner after corner as if it was bewitched. Ella had just been learning the “Song of the Brook,” and she quoted,
“‘I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance
Among my skimming swallows’—
Say, Beejay, do you suppose we shall ever have any ‘swallows’? I should so like just one—of cocoanut milk.” Beejay attacked the puzzle more savagely42 than ever. The outer husk came off, and there lay the tiniest cocoanut that they had ever seen. It was no bigger than a child’s fist. Such was their great bargain. Such are the deceits of the world and the sellers of cocoanuts.
“Sold!” said Beejay; “but let’s never, never tell.”
“Indeed, we won’t,” declared Ella. “Cross my heart. We won’t have them all laughing at us. Mother said once cocoanuts were not good for me. Do you think one that size would make me very, very sick? Let’s eat it just as fast as we can and put the shell into the furnace, and no one will ever know.” No one ever did know, for the secret was faithfully kept.
There was no end to the things the playmates did.[Pg 91] They discovered a place where clay could be found, an agreeable variety of clay, not so hard as the claystones of the Bearcamp River, and not so soft as to be sticky, but just right to cut into silk winders, hearts and rounds, and boys and girls, like those that came out of cookie pans, and dozens of other things. They followed the directions of “The Boy’s Own Book” and made a boomerang that would not make the return trip; a battledore that was continually coming to pieces; a shuttlecock that never would go straight up, but always off to the farthest corner of the room. They pored over the minerals that the learned Doctor had given to Ella, and they had eager searches for fossils in a non-fossiliferous country.
“The Boy’s Own Book” declared that glass would melt and that asbestus would not, although it looked like glass. A big brother told them of a ledge43 just outside of the city where they could find asbestus. They packed some lunch into a little willow44 basket—the one that Ella always filled with firecrackers and pinwheels a week before the Fourth of July, trying hard and with a vast expenditure45 of mental arithmetic to get as much noise and sparkle for her money as possible—and off they went to the ledge. They found the asbestus and brought some home and put it into the kitchen stove. It did not melt; but neither did the piece of glass that they laid beside it.
“Maybe it’s too thick,” Beejay suggested. “Let’s take some of the bird of paradise’s tail.”
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The bird of paradise was a glass bird with a long tail of spun46 glass so bright and shining that it had not been thrown away when the bird broke into many pieces. This, too, they tried in the stove and also in the gas, but it would not melt. The children were disgusted.
“The boomerang wouldn’t boom,” declared Ella; “the battledore wouldn’t bat; the shuttlecock wouldn’t go one bit like either a shuttle or a cock; and now the glass won’t melt. Let’s just go on our own way and let the book alone. We can think of things enough to do. Let’s paint some autumn leaves. I’ll get my water colors and you get your crayons. You can use one and I’ll use the other, and we’ll see which will get done first.”
But a voice called, “Ella, I want you to go down street on an errand.”
It chanced that Beejay’s mother had also an errand at the same store; so the children went off together, swinging the little yellow basket between them.
When they came home, they were running breathlessly, and waving two handbills.
“It’s at two o’clock this afternoon,” cried one.
“And it’s only ten cents, and the man said it was almost always fifteen in other cities,” cried the other, “and that it was well worth twenty-five.”
“And it’s very educational, the man said it was.”
The two mothers were easily persuaded to let them go to the panorama47. They came home jubilant. There were no movies then, but they had seen pictures[Pg 93] of the city of Venice with a marvelous number of gondolas48, the sinking of the Alabama, the firemen of New York, Dr. Kane’s vessel49 that tried to get to the North Pole, and finally “a beautiful fairy scene,” as Ella declared.
Surely, there was no need of help from “The Boy’s Own Book,” for on the way home the children had planned to manufacture a fleet of gondolas, and also an Alabama that, by the pulling of a string, would really sink. All this they would do without fail to-morrow; but “to-morrow” was another day, and when it arrived, a little girl with a hot red face, a sore throat, a headache and a backache was tossing about in bed. Ella had the measles50.
Never did mind cure have a fairer trial. She did not have a knotted string and repeat over and over, “Every day in every way I am getting better and better”; but she began at the very foundation, and when the red spots appeared, she declared:
“It isn’t measles. I won’t have measles. The hall was hot and it made my face burn when I was there, and it just kept on burning”; but the longer she said it was not measles, the faster the red spots came out.
“It isn’t fair,” she wailed51. “It isn’t the least bit fair that I should have measles when Beejay hasn’t. We have so many things to do, I can’t be sick.”
But the red spots grew brighter and brighter. It was only two weeks before the end of the school year, and Ella had had her last day in the “Private School for Young Ladies.”
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