She had come in from her visit to the Academy, where she had interviewed the model with a thoroughness that left little of her past unexplored, and her face was sad and thoughtful as she stood pulling off her gloves, finger by finger, by the big side window in the studio.
Mrs. Shelly went on with her knitting, but Patricia, who was mending a long rent in her best blouse, looked up with eager interest.
"Did you have a chance to talk to her much?" she asked, snapping off her thread in her absorption. "What is she really like? Does she remember Rockham? And does she know we have the old place?"
"I guess she wouldn't last much longer at this business," she said, smoothing the creases3 out of the glove fingers. "She's got a pinched look and her cheeks are mighty4 pink. No, it ain't paint; I asked right out, and she answered just as nice as could be. She seems tired, poor girl, and mortally glad to have some one take an interest. She says the class rooms are so hot, and the change from living in eighty degrees to sixty-five, like it is in her room, has made her downright sick part of the time."
"It must be hard on her," acquiesced5 Patricia. "Why didn't she get something else to do?"
"Couldn't," said Miss Jinny, briefly6. "A girl without friends or money hasn't much show in a big town. I'm going to take charge of that girl, Patricia."
Patricia felt a thrill of alarm.
"You aren't going to bring her here?" she queried7, a faint flush of shame at the selfishness of her speech creeping into her cheeks.
"Certainly not," said Miss Jinny crisply. "I'm merely a guest here. I'm going to do something more practical, and I want you to help me, if you can stop being jealous of the poor girl, for——"
Patricia flung the sewing aside and threw her arms about her friend in a tempest of contrition8. "I didn't mean to be horrid," she cried. "You know I wouldn't really be so selfish—if I thought you wanted it. But we have been so happy together here, and I wanted it to go onto the end, just like a beautiful story that ends happily. I'm sorry I seemed mean."
Miss Jinny gave her a pat and a kiss. "I guess I feel quite as much that way as you do, Miss Pat," she said with unusual softness. "I hadn't the wildest notion of bringing Mary Miller here. I'm going to take her to Rockham with me."
Patricia's heart sank, but she concealed9 her feelings sufficiently10 to reassure11 Miss Jinny, who went on briskly:
"I'm going to take her out with us day after tomorrow—she's not going back to the Academy—and I'm going to get work for her. There's where you can help. She's a good sewer12, she says, though she'd rather live with someone and do housework."
"Shouldn't think she'd be strong enough for housework," said Patricia, puckering13 her brow. "Mrs. Hand wants a 'lady houseworker,' but I don't believe she'd have an ex-model. She's so awfully14 particular, you know."
Miss Jinny nodded. "She'd work her to death, anyway," she agreed. "She's mighty inhuman15 under her soft outside. Her help don't hear much of her purry ways, I can tell you. That's why they're always leaving. No, Mrs. Hand won't do." She sighed in perplexity. "I wish we were well enough off to keep her ourselves. I've taken a liking16 to her quiet ways, and I'd enjoy having her about, I'm sure. Most country girls are so loud and clumping17 that I've never wanted help before, but she's mighty different."
Patricia rubbed the end of her nose with the scissors. "There are the Haldens and the Berkleys and Tattans," she mused18. "They're all supplied. Perhaps someone will leave and then she can get their place. Maybe Hannah Ann will have her help sometimes,—we can't afford to have anyone regularly, you know."
"Well, it's settled that she's going with us," she said comfortably. "I guess the future will take care of itself. If we do the best we can and leave the rest to the Lord, we can't go far astray. I feel that Mary Miller is going to be taken care of some way."
It had been raining all the afternoon, a gentle persistent20 rain that gave no sign of clearing, and they decided21, after a cozy22 dinner at home, that their projected trip to Rockham the next day would have to be given up; but when Bruce pulled aside the curtain from the studio window to compare his watch with the illuminated23 disc of the St. Francis clock tower, he gave an exclamation24 of satisfaction.
"It's cleared off, after all," he said. "It's going to be a ripping fine day tomorrow."
They crowded to the big window, and saw, through the wet flicker25 of tiny sprouting26 leaves, a wind-swept sky with racing27 clouds and brilliant stars blazing in the dark, serene28 spaces between the hurrying masses of billowy vapor29.
Judith clapped her hands. "We'll go, won't we, Bruce, and Elinor, and Miss Jinny?" she asked, whirling to each authority in turn. "We'll see dear, delectable30 Greycroft and have our picnic in the barn?"
"And the pup-pup-pergola, too," added Patricia mischievously31.
Miss Jinny meditated32 for a moment. "I don't believe I'll go," she said. "I'm going back in another day or so, and mama and I will have enough of Rockham anyway. I'll stay with her and finish that library book that Mr. Spicer lent me. It's overdue33 now, anyway."
So it was arranged that the four of them, Elinor, Patricia, Judith, and Bruce, should take the early train to Rockham and spend the day in adjusting matters at Greycroft for their return the following Saturday, coming back to town in the late afternoon or early evening.
Just as they had finished, to their great satisfaction the studio knocker sounded the quick double knock that always heralded34 Griffin, and Judith flew to welcome her.
"I didn't ring," she explained, standing35 on the little blue rug by the umbrella stand, and jabbing her dripping umbrella into the stand. "The hall door was open and I came right in." She hesitated, and then rushed on, directing most of her speech to Elinor. "Geraldine Leighton is dying, they say, and I thought we might each send a little note to Doris—she's awfully alone, now that Mrs. Leighton is ill, you know. It mightn't help her much, but it would show her that we——"
"Dying!" cried Patricia, aghast. "Why they said she was better this morning."
Judith crept near to Mrs. Shelly and caught her hand close in both of hers. The others put eager questions. Griffin, who was deeply stirred, answered breathlessly. Suddenly, in the midst of the quiet, home-like, cozy evening, had come tragedy and the shadow of death.
Patricia had known Geraldine Leighton in a very slight and casual way, but with the word "dying," she became the heroic center of her hurrying thoughts. She saw her in the dim room with Doris and the nurse and doctor, each agonizingly intent on the slow, faltering36 heart-beats and the fitful, irregular breathing. As her swift mind galloped37 on to the end, and the subdued38 sounds of grief caught her inner ear, another face began to print itself rapidly on that quick-moving scene—Doris, white and haggard, looked into her eyes, and she felt her whole heart go out to her.
Griffin was just ending the sentence that had hurried the fleeting39 pictures through her mind when Patricia slipped away unnoticed into the hall, where she flung on a cape40 and soft hat of Judith's and softly let herself out.
The Leighton house was a big dark pile at the end of the street and the only light visible was in the back room where Patricia knew the struggle against death and disease was being fought out. She paused for a long look and then she ran lightly up the steps and put a shrinking finger on the bell.
It seemed an eternity41 till the door was grudgingly42 opened and a white-faced, gruff boy asked unrecognizingly what she wanted.
Patricia put her questions tremblingly, for she feared the stern, strange face of the boy in knickerbockers. She had seen him playing and shouting in the square on other days, and the change was so great that she felt death alone could have wrought43 it. But he answered evenly that 'Geraldine was just the same,' and was closing the door when Patricia stopped him. After a hasty parley44, on his part, at first stubborn and then yielding, the door closed and Patricia, with beating heart, ran down the steps and hurried to the side of the house where the long windows of the drawing room protruded45 their iron balconies over the sidewalk.
Here she waited in the shadow of the fluttering violet arc light, with her eyes fastened to the silent, insensible windows. Ten minutes that seemed ten eternities went lagging by. Tears of disappointment rose to Patricia's eyes and she shivered as the gusts46 of west wind flung the drops from the saturated47 trees in a silver shower across the darkened panes48.
"I'll count ten, and then I'll go," she said to herself.
The windows remained dark, and the only sounds on the quiet side street were the wind in the wet trees and the sizzle of the arc light above her head.
"Five, six, sev——"
"Oh, Doris!" was all she found to say, as she stretched eager hands toward her.
"Don't come near me!" she warned in a stifled51 voice. "Go back as far as the tree. Don't you know it's scarlet52 fever? I'll go in at once if you come nearer."
Patricia retreated to the tree, and Doris stood with one hand clutching the cloak and the light strong on her face. She looked more beautiful than ever to Patricia's friendly eyes, and there was a calm strength in her manner that awed53 while it comforted her. All consciousness of herself was gone, and, Patricia felt, gone forever, and in its place a quiet courage that spoke54 of conquered pride and vanity and selfishness. Doris Leighton had found herself.
In the hurried words that they exchanged there was a more solid welding of their renewed friendship than the telephone could have accomplished55 for them in many interviews, and they parted at the end of the allotted56 five minutes, each with a growing faith in the mercies of that Providence57 which had led them to a nobler comradeship.
Patricia, promising58 to give Doris' messages to Elinor and the rest, hurried off, leaving the drawing-room windows once more blank and impassive. She ran into the studio as Griffin was rising to go, with her umbrella, reclaimed59 from the stand, still dripping slow occasional drops unheeded on the polished floor.
They had not missed her, much to her surprise. She felt she had undergone so much, and they were still in the very state she had left them. She blurted60 out her triumphant61 account of the new Doris, almost forgetting Geraldine, and to their excited questionings and comments she flashed illuminating62 replies, making them see the very figure in the muffled cloak with the courageous63 expression on its lovely face.
There was generous and general rejoicing at her account of the brief interview, and a strong feeling that under this happier augury64 Geraldine must recover. Patricia went to bed feeling that the storm of the afternoon had been a type of her own day, and that for her the stars were serenely65 shining after the tempest of doubt and estrangement66.
"Geraldine won't die," she said fervently67 to Elinor as she put out the light. "I know she won't die."
And the morning proved her prophecy, for at the first inquiry68 came the joyful69 news that the crisis was past and Geraldine already improving.
"Now we can go on our spree with clear minds," said Judith, as they sat down to breakfast in the sunny sitting-room70. "It's a perfect day and Rockham will look too sweet for anything."
"What a beautiful description of a spring day in the country by a budding literary light," commented Patricia merrily. "I'm afraid your style is rather going off, Ju! You haven't been consulting that dictionary of yours recently."
Judith merely shrugged71 and went on with her breakfast, while Bruce and Elinor, who had been up unusually early and were already equipped, discussed Elinor's finished wall-decoration which stood at the far end of the studio, just visible from the breakfast table. Bruce was much elated over the progress of his pupil, and prophesied72 great things for Elinor in time. He even went so far as to promise that the stained glass window for which she had made a cartoon should be executed and put in the little Rockham church.
Altogether they were in a happy frame of mind and life seemed very satisfactory to them. As they left the town behind and the dimpling, downy, spring-time country rolled out beyond their flying windows, they became positively73 hilarious74, intoxicated75 by sunshine and spring. They found Greycroft, Hannah Ann and Henry all equally admirable. The pergola was inspected and found well-composed and attractive, and the site for Patricia's concrete seat was decided on hopefully. The picnic luncheon76 in the big barn, which Hannah Ann served with great delight while Henry hurried back and forth77 to the house with warm dishes and reinforcements of delicious food, was a glorious frolic, and even the big black clouds that swept suddenly over the luminous78 sky did not distress79 them.
"Let's stay here for a minute or two, and then run up to the house before it comes," suggested Patricia, with her chin on the half door of the barn, looking out over the tender landscape and down at the flowers in the unused barnyard far below.
Hannah Ann and Henry had disappeared with the remains80 of the feast and the four were alone in the big solid structure, with hay mows81 on either side of their banqueting floor and a smell of dry, sweet herbage in the air.
Bruce scanned the rushing yellow clouds.
"Better shut the windows there, Miss Pat," he said. "I'll close the doors and then we'll hustle82. It's going to be a stunner when it comes."
Patricia had barely clicked the bolts in the glass upper doors and heard the heavy clash of the wooden contact as Bruce slid the great leaves of the big door into place, when with a swish and sweep the storm broke.
"We can't go now," cried Patricia, throwing her voice above the sound of the wind, but Bruce and Elinor at the other end of the barn were apparently83 absorbed in the spectacle, and did not hear her. Judith cuddled close and Patricia felt her hands go cold, but she could only clasp them harder to reassure her—no words could reach her ear.
The wind, driving furiously from the west, flung the clouds before it—great sullen84 masses of flying gray vapor that now broke into drenching85 torrents86, shaking the barn and tearing at the casements87. In a moment the place was dark with its roar and the rumble88 of coming fury undertoned the shrill89 screams of the greedy tempest wind.
Patricia held Judith close, with her own heart beating tumultuously to the rhythm of the storm. Hard rattling91 drops castinetted at the glass, beating an accompaniment to the roar of the racing clouds. For a moment all was black, then, as the whirling cloud masses swept apart, the pelting92 drops lulled93 and a gray twilight94 full of ominous95 murmurs96 filled the place. Before Patricia could frame the swift thought that the storm was passing, darkness swept over them again, and the fierce scream of the relentless97 wind tore at the corners of the barn. The rain beat, deluged98, engulfed99 the out-of-doors; it drummed gayly with diminishing ferocity; then it roared sullenly100, flooding the rain spouts101 to bursting; it raged again, with the scream of the wind growing higher, and snapping branches flung themselves past the gray squares of the windows, flying leaves pasted wet green blurs102 on the streaming glass. Judith shuddered103.
"Oh, Patricia!" she cried in Patricia's ear, but the words died into the tempest.
The sound of running water outside their shelter gradually forced its way into the tumult90. The road was a yellow waterway; the brook104 tore above the limit of its deep banks into a widening saffron river among the green meadows, which showed in the ghastly light in crude and ugly colors.
Then, suddenly as it had come, the storm passed, trailing dark, yellow-gray, ragged105 clouds in its wake. The light came back and the awed girls at the little window saw below them in the emerald meadows, wide ugly yellow splotches that grew as they looked, meeting other growing patches of swirling106 yellow water from the lanes and roads. Trees showed fresh wounds and masses of broken branches clotted107 the discolored waters of the brook. Birds called excitedly and flew exultantly108 about in the limpid109 air. The sun flung gay greens and golds. The storm was past.
Patricia drew a deep breath.
"Look, look!" cried Judith, her eyes alight and her whole slender little figure relaxed. "Two trees are down!"
"Oh, Bruce, the sycamore you painted is gone!" called Patricia, not turning. "Come and see!"
Elinor came, with the painter following, and as soon as they saw the work of the storm, Bruce awoke to immediate112 action.
"You girls tell Henry to come down with the axe110 and grubbing-hoe," he commanded briskly. "I'm off." And flinging his coat to Elinor, he seized a hatchet113 that was lying in the stairway and started for the wreckage114, while Patricia and Judith flew to fulfill115 his orders.
The sun shone and the birds sang while the work went on, and far down the pike they could see other prone116 trees with busy choppers clearing limbs and entangling117 foliage118 from the highway. A band of men begirt with axes, cords and other implements119 passed on their way to the school house where a big maple120 blocked the pike.
Patricia was tremendously interested and it was with the greatest regret that she heard the whistle of the up-train, while the tangle121 of the sycamore was still undisturbed in the roadway.
"What does it matter if we do miss the train?" she insisted. "We can take the early one in the morning. We'll be home almost as soon."
"I've got to pack tonight, young lady," Bruce reminded her. "I'm not so fortunate as to be coming to Greycroft, you'll remember. It takes longer to get to Chicago than to Rockham."
"Oh, that's so," acquiesced Patricia. "I suppose you do have to be there for that private view of the panels."
"And a fresh suit is advisable, too," added Bruce. "I don't want my duds to come a week later, as they did in Milwaukee. I'll make sure this time."
"All right," said Patricia, amiably123. "We've had a glorious day anyway, and we'll soon be back here for keeps. I guess I'm not pig enough to grumble124. Come on, Judy, we've got to go see Hannah Ann's new hat before we go. I wish she'd left us get it for her. I'm sure it's a fright."
"I'm going to ask Elinor if Hannah Ann and Henry can't come in town Saturday for the 'housebreaking,'" she said to Patricia as they climbed the stairs. "I think it would be very nice for them to see all our friends. They're such urbane126 dependents."
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