CHAPTER XVII.
"WE ARE BOTH IN THE SAME BOAT."
Gwin had explained all her points, and Miss Sherrard had listened to herwith indulgence, sympathy, and comprehension. They were seated togetherin Miss Sherrard's charming little sitting-room.
"I am glad you take such an interest in Kitty," she said when the girlhad stopped speaking.
"I do. She is uncommon; she is unlike anybody else," said Gwin Harley."I hope," she added, looking anxiously at the head-mistress, "that youwill feel it right so far to mitigate her punishment as to allow theTug-of-war girls to talk to her. This seems just the time for a societyof this sort to help its members.
"There's a great deal in what you say, Gwin; but all the same, to myregret, I am obliged distinctly to refuse your request."
Gwin's face, which had been slightly flushed, now turned pale. She roseto her feet.
"Don't be hurt with me, dear," said the mistress in a gentle voice. "Iadmire you for your kindness, Gwin, and I can also see the thing fromyour point of view; but all the same Middleton School is a veryimportant one; there are from six to seven hundred girls here. Most ofthese girls have got parents; all have got guardians and friends. Itwould not do for them to know that such a wild and reckless act asKitty Malone has perpetrated should be passed over without a severepunishment. Kitty will live through this week of isolation and be allthe better for it. At the end of that time you Tug-of-war girls can doall in your power to help her. For this one week I must insist on herliving in Coventry. She will do her lessons, of course, for it would notbe at all wise to give her a holiday; but no girl belonging to theschool with the exception of Alice must speak to her."
"I am sorry; and you will forgive me for saying, without any disrespectto you, that I think you are wrong," answered Gwin. She now held out herhand to Miss Sherrard. Miss Sherrard took it and pressed it gently.
"You are a very good girl, Gwin; and I wish with all my heart and soulthat I could grant your request."
Meanwhile Kitty had returned to the Denvers' house in a whirl ofpassionate protest and indignation. She could not understand why she hadbeen punished. The sin she had committed did not seem to be any sin atall to her. What did it matter how she dressed or when she went out? Thefact that she had broken a very strict rule of Middleton School did notaffect her. She was now seriously unhappy--the fetters with which shewas surrounded tortured her. How could she live through the terribleweek of isolation? And what made her more wretched than anything elsewas the fact that she could not see Elma in order to get the money fromher to send to Laurie.
Kitty and Laurie had always been more than ordinary friends. Thethoughts of each were known to the heart of the other. If there was oneperson in the wide world whom Kitty loved with passion, almost withidolatry, it was her handsome brother Laurie. The bare idea that Laurieshould plead to Kitty to help him, and that Kitty would be obliged toturn a deaf ear to his entreaties was enough to madden the recklessgirl.
The whole of that afternoon she spent in her bedroom, pacing up and downlike a young caged tiger. Mrs. Denvers went to talk to her, but Kittywould not speak. She would pour out her troubles to no one. Her proudIrish heart felt as if it would burst from misery; but she would notstoop to the sympathy of those who, she felt, could not possiblyunderstand her.
Of all the Denver family, she liked Fred the best; and when he venturedto knock at her door in the course of the evening she did not refuse toopen it to him.
"Come along downstairs at once, Kitty," said Fred, holding out his handto her.
"I would rather stay where I am, Fred, asthore."
"I say it's a beastly shame to have you treated like this."
"Oh, don't begin to sympathize with me," said Kitty; "if you do, I'llcry the ocean full of tears. I am holding them back hard now. You don'tknow what a thing it is when an Irish girl fairly gives way."
"Well, they're beastly hard on you; but I'm sure I would not cry if Iwere you," said Fred. I'd just be too proud. But come downstairs to myden, Kitty; I have made it awfully comfortable."
"Your den?" said Kitty, her eyes lighting up; "have you got one?"
"Yes; it's not in the house; it's in the garden, at the further end.It's a shed; but I have made it waterproof, and I have got a littlelamp, an oil one; and we can sit there and have a jolly talk."
For a moment Kitty's eyes sparkled with renewed hope. "And I have stillgot some chocolates in my drawer," she exclaimed. "We might eat themtogether and have a real good time. But oh, that money! it's the moneythat's bothering me entirely. Oh dear! dear! I'll let the whole thingout if I talk any more to you Fred. Fred, it's the true comfort you areto me, and I'll never forget it to the longest day I live; but I can'tgo to that shed with you, gossoon asthore, for if I did I'd let outeverything."
"But why shouldn't you let out everything?" said Fred. "There'ssomething bothering you, and you're keeping it all to yourself."
"But I promised I wouldn't tell, and I don't want to break my word. Isaid when she asked me, 'No; I can't keep secrets;' but then it was putin such a way that I must keep it. I can't go with you Fred; pray don'task me again. Good-by to you, and thank you, thank you."
Kitty ran into her room, shut the door, locked it, and retreated to thewindow, to be as far as possible from Fred's insinuating voice and ways.
Mr. and Mrs. Denvers were out again that night, and the time draggedterribly. Kitty wondered how she was to live through a whole week ofthis torture.
"I promised Elma that I would not tell about her asking me for thatmoney," she said to herself. "I wish I hadn't said so now; but sheseemed so earnest, and I really thought nothing of it at the time. Ohdear, dear! I wonder she does not bring it to me. She must be themeanest of the mean. I never liked her; but now I hate her. Poor, poor,dear old Wheel-about! Don't I know what he is feeling, and what Laurieis feeling, my broth of a boy, my Laurie, asthore! Oh, to think that heis in trouble, and I can't help him! How I wish I was back in Irelandnow! This will break my heart--it will break my heart."
Tears filled her eyes; but she was too proud to let them roll over.
"I will keep them back if I die for it," she said to herself. "I amKitty Malone, and they will break my heart if this goes on; but I won'tcry. No, that I won't."
While these thoughts were coursing through the poor girl's brain, therecame another knock at the door; an insistent and somewhat fierce onethis time. The handle was sharply turned, and the clear voice of Alicewas heard.
"Open the door at once, please, Kitty," she said.
Kitty crossed the room, turned the key in the lock, and allowed Alice toenter.
"I must beg of you, Kitty," said Alice, "not to lock the door again."
"And why not, pray? You locked it last night. It was on account of thatI am now in all this trouble."
"Really, Kitty, you are quite too ridiculous; as if I were the cause ofyour trouble. You are in trouble because you disobeyed a strict rule;and my locking the door or not had nothing whatever to do with it. Youare quite the most tiresome, inconsistent girl I ever came across."
"Well, it is nothing to you what I am," said Kitty. She sank down on achair by the side of her little bed as she spoke; her expression was sowoe-begone, her face so pale, the droop of her eyes so pathetic, thatAlice was slightly touched in spite of herself.
"I am going to see Bessie Challoner," she said. "If you were different Iwould not leave you."
"Oh, never mind me, pray."
"All the same, I would not leave you, Kitty; for remember I am the onlygirl belonging to the school who may speak to you for the next week;but, really, your ways are so unpleasant----"
"And I so infinitely prefer your absence to your company," retortedKitty. "So you may go with quite an easy mind."
"Thanks awfully," replied Alice, with a sneer. Her momentary good-naturehad dried up like the dew. She put on her hat, wrapped a shawl round hershoulders and left the room.
Kitty returned to her place by the window. It was now between ei
ght andnine o'clock. She had refused both dinner and tea, and was inconsequence feeling weak and faint. There was a giddy sensation in herhead to which she was not accustomed. She did not connect it with thefact that she was starving, and wondered what was the matter with her.She was too excited and wretched to feel her ordinary appetite. She hadgone through a great deal, and her nerves were reminding her of thecruel trick she was playing on them. It was very dull in her room; thegas jet shed a hideous glare over the place. The room in itself was byno means pretty, for the paper was the worse for wear, and the paint wasnearly worn through to the woodwork. The hangings to the windows and tothe two little beds were of an ugly drab color; and the view out ofthese windows only revealed a narrow street. At Kitty's own home she hada bedroom in the Castle end; the paper hung in ribbons, the door wasdraughty, the bedstead rickety and old; but what a view there was fromthe windows! A view of Lake Coulin and the mountains in the distance,and the park lying verdant and green between the lake and the house.What a breeze blew in at those windows!
"Oh, I should never be dull if I were locked up in the dear old bedroomat home," thought the girl. "But here! here it is enough to madden one;and yet I must stay here, for I cannot talk to the others. I will notallow Fred to guess my secret. Oh, what a miserable, unhappy, wretchedgirl I am! I am a prisoner. Oh, if only Laurie saw me! Dear Laurie; thedarling, the treasure that he is! It would break his heart if he knewwhat I am suffering."
There were no books at all interesting to Kitty in the room, so shecould not while away the lagging hours with a novel. As a rule thearranging of her wardrobe, the trying on of her many dresses, gave herpleasant occupation; but she was in no humor to make herself smart thatevening.
"I suppose the love of dress is a sin," she said to herself; "althoughit is one of the rules of the Tug-of-war Society that the girls are tobe fashionably dressed. Anyhow, it seems to have been my undoing, for ifI had only gone out in somber ugly attire last night I might have themoney now for my darling Laurie; and this heavy, heavy weight would beoff my mind, and I should not be in disgrace at Middleton School--notthat that much matters."
She went to the window, flung it open, and looked out. It was a clear,starlit night. She could see the sky from between the long rows ofhouses. She looked up at it, and then put in her head again.
"I shall suffocate if I stay any longer in this room," she said toherself. "After all, why should I obey Miss Sherrard? She spoke about myword of honor; but I have not given it. I was silent--I was silent onpurpose. If I could only see Elma and get my money back all would beright, and I could really bear the rest of this terrible week. I have agreat mind to risk it and go to her."
No sooner had the thought entered the head of the wayward girl than sheproceeded to act upon it. She put on a long cloak which reached nearlyto her feet, a little cap of blue cloth was secured over her mass ofcurling hair, and then going cautiously across the room, she took thekey out of the lock, unfastened the door, shut it behind her, locked itfrom the outside, put the key in her pocket, and ran downstairs.
"If the servants or Alice come up they will think I have gone to bed.What fun if I keep Alice out of her bed for an hour or two!" laughedKitty. She was now once more in high excitement and pleasure. It nevertook long to raise her volatile spirits. "I hope Fred won't be about. Idon't want to get the poor darling into mischief," she said to herself.There was no one in sight, however. The younger children were away inanother part of the house, Mr. and Mrs. Denvers were out, the servantswere in the kitchen, Alice was with Bessie Challoner, and Fred was downin his shed mourning the absence of Kitty, whose bright ways werefascinating him more and more.
"It's all right," thought the girl. She left the house, and a fewmoments later was walking at a rapid pace in the direction ofConstantine Road. The thought of her disobedience, of the daring of herown act, but added zest and pleasure to her walk.
"How happy I shall be when I get the money," she said to herself. "I'llcoax Fred or Mrs. Denvers to get me a postal order to-morrow, and I'llsend it to Laurie at once. Oh, what a weight will be off my mind! Why,I'll almost feel inclined to turn good again!"
The walk to Constantine Road was a long one, and Kitty on this occasionwas determined to avoid the neighborhood of the "Spotted Leopard." Inpreference she took the short cut across the common. It was very lonelyhere, but she had no fear of ghosts or bogies. She walked with herupright, young carriage, her quick, alert, dancing step. It was teno'clock however, before she reached Constantine Road. She ran up thesteps of No. 14, and rang the bell. The door was opened to her by theservant, Maggie.
"Oh, Miss Malone," cried that young woman, "is that yourself, miss? Ihas got into the most terrible trouble."
Maggie's face was flushed and blistered with crying.
"They has took away my wiolets, miss, and I call it a bitter, cruelshame."
"Never mind that now, Maggie," answered Kitty, "I want to see Miss Elma.Is she in?"
"That she is, miss, and she shan't escape you this time. Come right intothe parlor, and I'll send her down to you."
Kitty danced into the house. As far as her appearance now went she hadnever known a sorrow nor a care in her life. She stood in the center ofthe room, waiting impatiently for Elma to appear.
Maggie having shut her in, went cautiously upstairs. Elma and Carriewere in their bedroom. Carrie was already in bed.
Maggie, who seemed to scent mischief all round, thought she would nowact with considerable guile. She knocked a low and gentle knock on thepanel of the door. Elma came to open it.
"What is it, Maggie?"
"Miss Helma, will you come outside on the landing for a minute?"
Elma went out.
"I have a bit of news about that money, miss. If you'll come right downto the dining-room I'll tell you there."
"News about my money, Maggie? Oh, impossible!" But hope, ever ready todawn in the human breast, could not help rising now on poor Elma'shorizon. It all seemed utterly impossible; but what earthly sense wouldthere be in Maggie telling a lie.
"I was just getting into bed," she said. "Can't you tell me here?"
"No, miss, it's not me at all; it's news of the money you'll get if youjust come down to the dining-room, and be quick about it."
"Well, _I_ may as well go. Is there anybody there?"
"You go and find out, miss."
"Oh!" thought Elma, "Sam Raynes has repented. He was able to find moneyafter all, and has brought it to me. This is nice."
"What's the matter, Elma?" called Carrie from her bed.
"Nothing, Carrie. I'll be back in a few moments."
Elma hastily refastened her dress; put up her hands to her hair tosmooth it, and tripped downstairs, full of expectation and hope. Maggiehad relit the gas in the dining-room. Elma bounded into the room.
"Well, Sam," she exclaimed. Then she stepped back a couple of paces; shewas confronted not by Sam, but by Kitty Malone herself.
"Kitty!" cried Elma. There was a faintness in her voice, which Kitty hadno time to remark.
"Yes, Elma, I have come. I have broken my word of honor; but after all,I never really gave it. I dare say I shall get into a worse scrape thanever; but I can't help it. I came to you, Elma, because I _must_ havethat money. Will you let me have it now at once please--my eightsovereigns--will you give them to me now? If I had seen you last night Ishould not have been so miserable. I was coming to you when Fred and Ipassed the 'Spotted Leopard.' Oh, please, Elma, give me my money atonce!"
Elma's face could scarcely turn whiter. She looked piteously at Kitty.
"I wish I could give it to you," she began; "but----"
"What do you mean; can't you let me have my own money? You have notspent it, not all of it, have you?"
"Yes, I--I spent it."
"You spent all that money! all those eight sovereigns? Oh, Elma, youmust be joking. Can't you let me have some of it back? Please, Elma,don't say no. It is for Laurie; he is in the most awful trouble. I musthave the money, and at on
ce."
"I can't give it to you," said Elma. "I am awfully sorry. Sit down,please, Kitty. Oh, Kitty, you won't tell on me?"
"I don't know what I'll do," said Kitty. "I am nearly distracted."
"But you promised you would not tell. You don't know what an awfulscrape I shall get into if you do. And you--oh, yes--you shall have themoney soon."
"What do you mean by soon; to-morrow? Shall I have it to-morrow?"
"Not quite so soon as that. Give me a week, Kitty."
"I can't," answered Kitty. "It is a case of life or death to Laurie.Your mother must give it to me if you cannot; but have it I must."
"But you are rich; surely you can manage without it for one week."
"It is not that, and I am unable to explain. Laurie must have the money.He wants me to help him about something, and I must send it to himto-morrow."
"I wish I could give it to you," said Elma. "I would do anything in allthe world to let you have it back; but it isn't my fault."
"What did you spend it on? Dress?"
"Oh, in different ways." Elma had made up her mind not to tell aboutCarrie and Sam Raynes.
"I'll let her think that I spent the money on finery," she said toherself. "She is sympathizing about dress. I'll let her think that."
Kitty's hands had dropped to her sides; a look of despair filled herface.
"What is to be done?" she said. "I never thought for a moment you couldnot let me have it back."
"You shall have it in a week; that I promise you faithfully."
"But a week will be no good, Elma. Oh! Elma, Elma, Laurie will sufferfor this. They will take his freedom from him; he will be like a chainedlion; he will lose his spirit; perhaps--perhaps he will die. I cannotstand it, Elma, I cannot."
Kitty covered her face with both her hands, and the tears which withdifficulty she had been keeping back all the evening burst forth intorrents. Kitty did not cry as an English girl might. She cried with thewild, passionate sobs of those who have seldom exercised self-control.Elma was dreadfully frightened.
"Do stop, Kitty," she said. "You make so much noise; mother and Carriewill hear you. Carrie will come down."
"What if she does?" cried Kitty. "Oh, Laurie, Laurie! this will breakyour heart. You are ruined; ruined for life!"
"There are more than Laurie ruined for life, it seems to me," said Elma."Kitty, I am ever so sorry; but if you will only be patient I will tryand think of some plan of helping you. Now, please, please, promise meone thing--you won't tell that I asked you for this money?"
"Why not? I must tell some one. I must get the money somehow."
"But you made me a promise you would not tell. It is very wrong to breaka promise."
"I don't care whether it is right or wrong. I cannot keep this secret,Elma. I must remember Laurie, Perhaps Mr. Denvers will lend me themoney. I must think of Laurie first."
"Please, Kitty, listen to me. If you will promise to keep my secret I'llmanage to get you the money somehow."
"But how, Elma?"
"Oh, I'll think out some plan. Do promise me that you'll keep my secret.It would be my ruin if it were known. Do promise, Kitty; do, please."
"I cannot," said Kitty. She walked restlessly to the door. "I must go,"she said; "if I don't they will discover that I am out."
"And if they do you'll get into an awful scrape."
"Oh, it doesn't matter; I can't be worse off than I am. My one hope nowis that they will expel me; then I'll have to return to Ireland; andperhaps I may coax father not to be too hard on Laurie."
"Then Kitty, you have quite made up your mind to tell all about me?"
"I think so. I cannot imagine why it matters."
"But it does, and I must give you the reason. I did wrong, dreadfullywrong, ever to ask you for that money. I broke one of the strictestrules of the school."
"What do you mean?"
"It is one of the strictest rules of Middleton School that no schoolgirlmust ask another to lend her money. The governors are terriblyparticular. If it is ever known I shall be most likely expelled. Anyhow,my character will be gone, and I shall be ruined for life. Oh, Kitty,you have not such a hard life as I have. Do have pity on me."
Kitty stood silent; she was thinking deeply.
"You'll promise; won't you?" repeated Elma.
"I can't say. I scarcely know what I am doing at the present moment."
"Then listen to me. If you tell about the money I'll tell about thisvisit. There; don't you see now we are quits."
"You tell! That would be mean of you."
"Yes. I'll tell that you broke your parole."
"But I never gave it."
"Oh, that is only begging the question, Kitty. Miss Sherrard understoodthat you had given it. When you came here you broke it. You'll get intoa terrible scrape."
"And you spoke to me, Elma; so you too will get into a scrape."
Kitty's tears stopped like summer rain, and a flash of sunshine flewacross her charming face.
"Poor Elma, you will be in hot water too," she said. "What a muddleeverything is in."
"You see, Kitty, we must cling together, for we are both in the sameboat. I'll do my utmost to get you that money. I am sure I can managesomehow. But you must not tell."
"All right. I'll keep the secret until after school to-morrow. Good-by,Elma."
She left the house, and Elma returned to Carrie.
"Who were you talking to all that time?" exclaimed Carrie.
"That unfortunate girl, Kitty Malone."
"You mean to say she was here?"
"Yes; she came about the money. I am miserable about it. I promised toget it for her by hook or by crook. How can I manage?"
"Look here," said Carrie after a pause, during which she was sitting upin bed and thinking intently. "You say that Kitty Malone is very rich?"
"Yes, of course she is. She has more money than she knows what to dowith. Why, I tell you, Carrie, the day she lent me those eightsovereigns I saw fifteen in her purse. Fancy a girl having fifteensovereigns just to do what she liked with? I could scarcely realize it.I took the money before I knew what I was doing. She did tempt me sosorely when she showed me her purse."
"Oh, I'm not a bit surprised," said Carrie. "If I had been in your shoesI'd have taken the whole fifteen sovereigns just as soon as the eight.But listen to me, Elma; I have a plan in my head. I'll talk it over withSam to-morrow; perhaps we can get the money; but there's no saying.I'll talk it over with Sam."
"I wish you would not. I would rather not get it through his means."
"What a dislike you have to him."
"I have. He is not good enough for you, Carrie. Oh, Carrie, dear, I vowand declare that I'll work for you and mother; I'll work my very fingersto the bone; I'll do anything for you. Only don't marry that horridfellow."
"How excitable you are, Elma, and queer. Sam suits me very well. Oh, ifyou don't want his help you need not have it--remember it is yourscrape, not mine."
"It is your scrape, too, Carrie. You stole the money and gave it to SamRaynes. You are a thief, and you have ruined your sister."
"If you begin abusing me I shall certainly not stay awake any longer,"said Carrie; "I'm dead with sleep as it is. Now, do put out the candle,like a good girl. I'm off to the Land of Nod."
Carrie pulled the clothes over her head and struggled down among thepillows. Elma stood and stared out of the window.
"I wonder if I could do it," she said at last to herself. "It might bethe best plan; and Gwin is very kind and very rich. I wonder if I dare.Anything seems better than my present predicament."