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Title: A Bunch of Cherries: A Story of Cherry Court School

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A Bunch of Cherries

A STORY OF CHERRY COURT SCHOOL


BY

Mrs. L. T. MEADE





AUTHOR OF

"A Modern Tomboy," "The School Favorite," "Children's Pilgrimage,"
"Little Mother to the Others," Etc.




CHICAGO:

M. A. DONOHUE & CO.

1898




CONTENTS


CHAPTER.

     I.  The School
    II.  The Girls
   III.  The Telegram
    IV.  Sir John's Great Scheme
     V.  Florence
    VI.  Kitty and Her Father
   VII.  Cherry-Colored Ribbons
  VIII.  The Letter
    IX.  The Little Mummy
     X.  Aunt Susan
    XI.  "I Always Admired Frankness"
   XII.  The Fairy Box
  XIII.  An Invitation
   XIV.  At the Park
    XV.  The Pupil Teacher
   XVI.  Temptation
  XVII.  The Fall
 XVIII.  The Guests Arrive
   XIX.  Tit for Tat
    XX.  The Hills for Ever
   XXI.  The Sting of the Serpent
  XXII.  The Voice of God




A BUNCH OF CHERRIES.


CHAPTER I.

THE SCHOOL.

The house was long and low and rambling.  In parts at least it must
have been quite a hundred years old, and even the modern portion was
not built according to the ideas of the present day, for in 1870 people
were not so aesthetic as they are now, and the lines of beauty and
grace were not considered all essential to happiness.

So even the new part of the house had square rooms destitute of
ornament, and the papers were small in pattern and without any artistic
designs, and the windows were square and straight, and the ceilings
were somewhat low.

The house opened on to a wide lawn, and at the left of the lawn was a
paddock and at the right a shrubbery, and the shrubbery led away under
its overhanging trees into the most perfect walled-in garden that was
ever seen.  The garden was two or three hundred years old.  The oldest
inhabitants of the place had never known the time when Cherry Court
garden was not the talk of the country.  Visitors came from all parts
round to see it.  It was celebrated on account of its very high walls
built of red brick, its size, for it covered at least three acres of
ground, and its magnificent cherries.  The cherry trees in the Court
garden bore the most splendid fruit which could be obtained in any part
of the county.  They were in great demand, not only for the girls who
lived in the old house and played in the garden, but for the neighbors
all over the country.  A big price was always paid for these cherries,
for they made such splendid jam, as well as being so full of juice and
so ripe and good to eat that their like could not be found anywhere
else.

The cherries were of all sorts and kinds, from the celebrated White
Heart to the black cherry.  There were cherries for cooking and
cherries for eating, and in the season the trees, which were laden with
ripe fruit, were a sight to behold.

In the height of the cherry season Mrs. Clavering always gave a cherry
feast.  It was the event of the entire year, and the girls looked
forward to it, making all their arrangements in connection with it,
counting the hours until it arrived, and looking upon it as the great
feature of their school year.  Everything turned on whether the
cherries were good and the weather fine.  There was no greater stimulus
to hard work than the merest mention of this golden day, which came as
a rule towards the end of June and just before the summer vacation.
For Cherry Court School was old-fashioned according to our modern
ideas, and one of its old-fashioned plans was to give holidays at the
end of June instead of the end of July, so that the girls had the
longest, finest days at home, and came back to work at the end of
August refreshed and strengthened, and prepared for a good long tug at
lessons of all sorts until Christmas.

The school consisted of twenty girls, never more and never less, for
Mrs. Clavering was too great a favorite and had too wise and excellent
ideas with regard to education ever to be without pupils, and never
more, for she believed twenty to be the perfect number to whom she
could give every attention and offer every advantage.

The school, small as it was, was divided into two sections, the Upper
and the Lower.  In the Upper school were girls from eighteen to
fourteen years of age, and in the Lower some of the small scholars
numbered even as few years as six.  There was a resident French
mistress in the school and also a resident German, and there was an
English governess, and, of course, Mrs. Clavering herself; but the
other teachers came from the neighboring town of Hartleway to instruct
the pupils in all those accomplishments which were in the early
seventies considered necessary for a young lady's education.  I can
assure those of my readers who are well acquainted with modern schools
that no one could have been more particular than Mrs. Clavering with
regard to her girls.  In such things as deportment and nice manners and
all the code which signifies politeness, and in the almost lost art of
brilliant conversation, she could instruct as very few other people
could in her day, and then what accomplishments she did teach were
thorough.  The girls were taught French properly, they understood the
grammar of the language, and could also speak it nicely; and their
German was also very fair, if not quite as thorough as their French.
And their music had some backbone in it, for a little of the science
was taught as well as the practice, and their singing was very sweet
and true.  They could also recite, those of them who had any gift for
it, quite beautifully, and if they had a turn for acting that also was
brought to the fore and made the most of.  As to their knowledge of the
English language, it bade fair to eclipse many of the High School girls
of the present day, for they did understand in the first place its
literature, and in the next its grammar, and were well acquainted with
the works of Shakespeare and those other lions of literature whose
names we are so proud of and whose works we love.




CHAPTER II.

THE GIRLS.

It was a lovely day in the beginning of June, and, being Wednesday, was
a half-holiday.  The girls of the Upper school, numbering seven in all,
were assembled in the cherry garden.  The cherry garden stood a little
apart, to the left of the great general garden, and was entered by a
low walled-in door.

Mrs. Clavering was so proud of her cherries and so afraid that the
neighbors might be tempted to help themselves to the luscious fruit,
that she kept the door locked between the cherry garden and the other,
and only those girls who were very privileged were allowed to sit in
it.  But the girls in the Upper school were, of course, privileged, and
they were now enjoying a fine time seated on the grass, or on little
camp-stools and chairs, under the trees, which were already laden with
the tempting fruit.

They were all eagerly discussing the great event of the year, the
Cherry Feast, which was to take place in three weeks from the present
day.  Their names were Mabel and Alice Cunningham, two handsome
dark-eyed girls, aged respectively seventeen and fifteen; Florence
Aylmer, who was also fifteen and the romp of the school; Mary Bateman,
a stolid-looking girl of fourteen; Bertha Kennedy, who had only lately
been raised to the rank of the Upper school; Edith King, a handsome,
graceful girl, who competed with Mabel for the honors of the head of
her class; and Kitty Sharston, who had only lately come, and who had
some Irish blood in her, and was very daring and very much inclined to
break the rules.  She was a hobbledehoy sort of girl, having
outstripped her years, which were only thirteen, and was considered by
some of her companions very plain and by others very fascinating.

Mrs. Clavering did not quite know what to make of Kitty, but hoped to
break her in by and by, and meanwhile she was very gentle, and Kitty
loved her, although she never could be got to see that so many
restrictions and so many little petty rules were not good, but
extremely bad, for her character.

On this particular lovely summer's afternoon Kitty was the last to make
her appearance.  She came skimming gracefully through the orchard under
the cherry trees, with her hair down her back, her skirt awry, and a
great stain on the front of her pinafore.  In the seventies girls as
old as Kitty wore long white pinafores.  The stain was caused by some
cherry juice, for Kitty had stopped many times as she approached the
others to take great handfuls of the ripe fruit, and thrust them into
her mouth.  Mabel called to her to sit down.

"We are all busy discussing the great event," she said, "and I have
kept a seat for you near me, Kitty; wasn't it good of me?"

"Awfully good," answered Kitty.  She flung herself on the ground by her
friend's side and looked up at her with affectionate eyes.

"I like you all," she said, glancing round at them, "and yet all the
same I hate school.  The great thing that I look forward to in the
treat is that immediately afterwards the holidays follow.  I shall go
down to join my father in Cornwall.  He said he would take me to
Ireland, but I doubt if he will.  Now, Tommy, what are you frowning at?"

This remark was made to Florence Aylmer.  Kitty from the first had
insisted upon calling her Tommy.  She was the first girl in Cherry
Court School who had dared to adopt a nickname for any of her
companions, and Florence, who had begun by being indignant, could not
help laughing now as the saucy creature fixed her with her bright eyes.

"What are you frowning at, Tommy?  Aren't you glad, too, that the
holidays are so near?"

"No, I am not--I hate the holidays," replied Florence Aylmer.  As she
spoke Mabel took one of Kitty's hands, gave it a slight squeeze, it was
a sort of warning pressure.  Kitty looked up at her with a startled
glance, then she glanced again at Florence, who was looking down.
Suddenly Florence raised her face and returned the girl's gaze fully.

"I have no home like the rest of you," she said; "my mother is very
poor and cannot afford to have me at home."

"Then where are you going to spend the holidays?" said Kitty; "do say,
dear old Tommy, where--where?"

"Here probably, or wherever Mrs. Clavering likes to take me," replied
Florence; "but there, don't talk of it any more--I hate to think of it.
We have three weeks still to be happy in, and we'll make the best of
that."

"Do you know, Mabel," asked Mary Bateman, now bending forward, "if Mrs.
Clavering has yet decided what the programme is to be for the 25th?"

"I think she will tell us to-night," replied Mabel; "she said something
about it this morning, didn't she, Alice?"

"Yes, I heard her talking to Mademoiselle Le Brun.  I expect we shall
hear at tea-time.  If so we will meet in the oak parlor, and Mrs.
Clavering will have her annual talk.  She is always very nice on those
occasions."

"She is nice on every occasion--she is an old dear," said Kitty.

"Why, Kitty, you don't know her very well yet."

"She is an old dear," reported Kitty; "I love her with all my heart,
but I should like beyond words to give her a right good shock.  I
cannot tell you girls, how I positively tremble to do it.  At prayers,
for instance, or still more at meals, when we are all so painfully
demure, I want to jump up and utter a shout, or do something of that
sort.  I have suppressed myself hitherto, but I really do not know if I
can go on suppressing myself much longer.  Oh, what is the matter,
Edith--what are you frowning at?"

"Nothing," replied Edith King; "I did not even know that I was
frowning.  I was just thinking how nice it was to be trained to be
ladylike and to have good manners and all that.  Mrs. Clavering is such
a perfect lady herself that we shall know all the rules of polite
society when we leave the school."

"And I hate those rules," said Kitty; "but there, somebody is coming to
meet us.  Oh, it is little Dolly Fairfax; she is sure to be bringing a
message."




CHAPTER III.

THE TELEGRAM.

Dolly came up in her brisk way.  She was holding something concealed in
her little pinafore.  She looked very mysterious.  She had a round
cherub face and two great big blue eyes, and short hair, which she wore
in a curly mop all over her head.  Dolly was the youngest girl in the
school and a great pet with everyone.  When Bertha saw her now she
sprang to her feet and went forward in her somewhat clumsy way.

"Come, little Dolly," she said; "what's the mystery?"

"It's not for you, Bertha," said Dolly, "and don't you interrupt.  It's
for--it's for Kitty Sharston."

"For me?" cried Kitty.  "Oh, what a love you are, Dolly; come and sit
on my lap.  Is it a box of bon-bons or is it a letter?"

"Guess again," said Dolly, clapping her hand to her little mouth, and
looking intensely mysterious.  Her blue eyes rolled roguishly round
until they fixed themselves on Edith King's face, then she looked again
at Kitty as solemn as possible.

"You guess again," she said; "I'll give you five guesses.  Now, then,
begin right away."

"It's the book that Annie Wallace said she would lend me--that's it,
now, isn't it, Dolly?  See, I'll feel in your pinafore."

"No, it's not--wrong again," said Dolly; "that's three guesses--two
more."

Kitty made another guess--wrong again.  Finally Dolly was induced to
unfold her pinafore, and inside lay an unopened telegram.

Now, in those days telegrams were not quite as common as they are now.
In the first place, they cost a shilling instead of sixpence, which
made a vast difference in their number.  Kitty's face turned slightly
pale, she gripped the telegram, shook little Dolly off her lap, stood
up, and, turning her back to the girls, proceeded to open it.  Her
slim, long fingers shook a little as she did so.  She soon had the
envelope torn asunder and had taken out the pink sheet within.  She
unfolded it and read the words.  As she did so her face turned very
white.  "Is the messenger waiting for an answer?" she said, turning to
Dolly.

"Yes," replied Dolly; "he is waiting up at the Court."

"Then I must run away at once and answer this," said Kitty.  "Oh, I
wonder if I have got money enough!"

"I'll lend you a shilling if you like," said Edith King.

"Thanks, awfully," replied Kitty.  "I'll pay you back when I get my
pocket-money on Saturday."

There was a queer, troubled, dazed sort of look in her eyes.  Edith
handed her the shilling and she disappeared under the cherry trees.

Dolly proceeded to skim after her.

"No, do stay, Dolly," cried Florence Aylmer; "stay and sit on my lap
and I'll tell you a story."

Dolly looked undecided for a moment, but presently she elected to go
with Kitty.

"There is something bothering her," she said; "I wonder what it can be.
I'll run and see; I'll bring word afterwards."

She disappeared with little shouts under the trees.  Nothing could ever
make Dolly sad long.  The other girls turned and looked at one another.

"What in the world can it be?" said Florence.  "Poor Kitty! how very
white she turned as she read it."

Meanwhile Kitty had reached the house; the messenger was waiting in the
hall.  Mrs. Clavering came out just as the girl appeared.

"Well, my dear Kitty," she said, "I hope it is not very bad news?"

"I will tell you presently; I must answer it now," said Kitty.

"You can go into the study, dear, and write your telegram there."

Kitty went in; she spent a little time, about ten minutes or so,
filling in the form; then she folded it up, gave it to the boy with a
shilling, and went and stood in the hall.

"What is the matter, Kitty?" said her governess, coming out and looking
her in the face.

"My telegram was from father.  He--he is going to India," said Kitty,
"that is all.  I won't be with him in the holidays--that's all."

She tried to keep the tremble out of her voice; her eyes, brave,
bright, and fearless, were fixed on Mrs. Clavering's face.

"Come in here and let us talk, dear," said Mrs. Clavering.

"I can't," said Kitty; "it is too bad."

"What is too bad, dear?"

"The pain here."  She pressed her hand against her heart.

"Poor child! you love him very much."

"Very much," answered Kitty, "and the pain is too bad, and--and I can't
talk now.  I'll just go back to the other girls in the cherry orchard."

"But, Kitty, can you bear to be with them just now?"

"I can't be alone," said Kitty, with a little piteous smile.  She ran
out again into the summer sunshine.  Mrs. Clavering stood and watched
her.

"Poor little girl," she said to herself, "and she does not know the
worst, nor half the worst, for I had a long letter from Major Sharston
this morning, and he told me that not only was he obliged to go to
India, but that he had lost so large a sum of money that he could not
afford to keep Kitty here after this term.  She is to go to Scotland to
live with an old cousin; she must give up all chance of being properly
educated.  Poor little Kitty!  I wonder if he mentioned that in the
telegram, and she is so proud, too, and has so much character; it is a
sad, sad pity."

Meanwhile Kitty once more returned through the orchard.  She began to
sing a gay song to herself.  She had a very sweet voice, and was
carolling wild notes now high up in the air--"Begone, dull care; you
and I shall never agree."

The girls sitting under the finest of the cherry trees heard her as she
sang.

"There can't be much wrong with her," said Mary Bateman, with a sigh of
relief.  "Hullo, Kitty, no bad news, I hope?"

"There is bad news, but I can't talk of it now," said Kitty.  "Come,
what shall we do?  We need not stay under the trees any longer surely,
need we?  Let's have a right good game--blind man's buff, or shall we
play hare and hounds."

"Oh, it's much too hot for hare and hounds," said Edith King.

"Well, let's do something," said Kitty; "we all ought to be very happy
on a half-holiday, and I don't mean to be miserable.  Now, then, start
something.  I'll go and hide.  Now, who will begin?"

Kitty laughed merrily; she glanced from one to the other of the girls,
saw that their eyes were shining with a queer mixture of curiosity and
sympathy, and felt that she would do anything in the world rather than
gratify them.

"After all," she said to herself, as she ran wildly across the cheery
orchard, "poor old Tommy and I will have our holidays together, for at
the very best, even if father has not lost that money, I will have to
stay here during the holidays.  Oh, father! oh, father! how am I to
live without you?  Oh, father, dear, this is too cruel!  I know, I am
certain you have lost the money, or you would not be going to India
away from your own, own Kitty."

She crushed down a sob, reached a little summer-house, into which she
turned, pulled down some tarpaulin to cover her, and, crouching in the
corner, lay still, her heart beating wildly.

"Begone, dull care," she whispered stoutly under her breath; and then
she added, with a sob in her voice, "whatever happens, I won't give in."

That evening was a time of great excitement in the school, for the
programme for the Cherry Feast was to be publicly announced, and the
girls felt that there was further news in the air.

Immediately after early tea, between five and six o'clock, Mrs.
Clavering called Kitty into the oak parlor.

"My dear," she said, "I want to have a talk with you."

Some of the wild light had gone out of Kitty's eyes by this time, and
the flush had left her cheeks, leaving them somewhat pale.

"Yes, Mrs. Clavering," she said; "what is it?"

"I want you, my dear little girl, not to keep all your troubles to
yourself."

"But what am I to do?" said Kitty, standing first on one leg and then
on the other.

"Hold yourself upright in the first place, dear.  After all, the laws
of deportment ought to be attended to, whatever one's trouble."

Kitty gave an impatient sigh.

"There you are," she exclaimed, "that's what makes you so very queer;
that's what makes it almost impossible for me to bear the restraint of
school.  When--when your heart is almost breaking, what does it matter
how you stand?"

"My dear child, you will find in the events of life that it greatly
matters to learn self-control."

"I have self-control," said Kitty, with a quiver in her lips.

"Well, dear, I hope you will prove it, for I fear, I greatly fear, that
you are about to have a bad time."

"Oh, I am having a bad time," said Kitty; "don't you suppose that I am
not suffering.  I am suffering horribly, but I won't let anybody
know--that is, if I can help it.  I am not going to damp the pleasure
of the others; you know that father is going, and I am his only child.
He is coming just once to say good-bye to me; yes, he promises me that
even in the telegram.  He will come in about a fortnight from now, just
a week before the Cherry Feast.  Oh, I am miserable, I am miserable!"

All of a sudden the poor child's composure gave way, she covered her
face with her trembling hands, and burst into a great flood of weeping.

A look of relief crossed Mrs. Clavering's face.

"Now she will be better," she said to herself; "she will understand
what I have to say to her better.  Shall I say it to her now or shall I
wait until the morning?  It is very hard; perhaps she had better know
all at once."

So Mrs. Clavering led the weeping girl to the nearest sofa, and
presently she stole her arm round her waist, and coaxed her to lay her
head on her shoulder, and by and by she kissed the tired, flushed
little face.

Kitty, who had the most loving heart in the world, returned her
embrace, and nestled close to her, and felt in spite of herself a
little better than she had done before.

"I know it is very bad, dear," said Mrs. Clavering, "but we can talk
about it now if you like."

"I don't know that there is anything to say," said Kitty; "he would not
have gone but for----"

"But for what, my child!"

"But for that dreadful money.  He was very anxious when he sent me
here.  Oh, perhaps, I ought not to say anything about it."

"I think you may, Kitty, for I know, dear.  I had a long letter from
your father this morning.  He told me then news which I considered very
sad.  You know, my love, that this is an expensive school.  All the
girls who come here pay well; most of the girls who are here have rich
fathers and mothers."

"Oh, I know that," interrupted Kitty; "and how I hate rich fathers and
mothers!  Why should only rich people have nice things?"

"Then you do like this school, don't you, my love?"

"As much as I could like any place away from father; but what did he
say this morning, Mrs. Clavering?"  Kitty started restlessly and faced
her governess as she spoke.

"He said, dear, that he must go to India because he had lost a very
large sum of money.  He said he would send you a telegram as soon as he
had made arrangements, as there was no good troubling you before.  He
thought it best you should know by telegram, as the sight of the
telegram itself would slightly prepare you for the bad news.  But, my
dear little Kitty, in some ways there is worse to follow, for your
father cannot afford to pay my fees, and you must leave Cherry Court
School at the end of this term."

Kitty sat silent.  This last news, very bad in itself, scarcely
affected her at first.  It seemed a mere nothing compared to the
parting from her beloved father.

"Yes," she said at last, in a listless voice, "I must leave here."

"I will keep you with me, darling, until the end of the vacation."
Kitty gave a perceptible shudder.  "I am going to the seaside with
Florence Aylmer, and you shall come with us.  I will try and give you
as good a time, dear little Kitty, as ever I can, but it would not be
fair to the other girls to keep you here for nothing."

"No, of course it would not be fair," said Kitty.  "And where am I to
go," she added, after a very long pause, "when the vacation is over,
when the girls come back here again at the end of August?"

"Then, my dear child, I greatly fear you will have to go and stay with
your father's cousin, Miss Dartmoor, in Argyleshire."

"Helen Dartmoor!" said Kitty, suddenly springing to her feet, "father's
cousin, Helen Dartmoor!  She came to stay with us for a month after
mother died, and if there is a person in the whole world whom I loathed
it was her.  No, I won't go to her; I'll write and tell father I
can't--I won't; it shan't be.  Nothing would induce me to live with
her.  Oh, Mrs. Clavering, you don't know what she is, and she--why, she
doesn't speak decent English, and she knows scarcely anything.  How am
I to be educated, Mrs. Clavering?  I could not do it."

"There is a school not far from Miss Dartmoor's; of course, not a
school like this, but a school where you can be taught some things, my
poor child."

"I won't go to Helen Dartmoor--I won't!" said Kitty, in a passionate
voice.

"I fear there is no help for it, my love; but when you see your father
he will tell you all about it.  I wish with all my heart, I could keep
you here, but I greatly fear there is no help for it."

"And is that all you have to say?" said Kitty, rising slowly as she
spoke.

"Yes, dear, all for the present."

"Then I am a very miserable girl.  I'll go away to my room for a
little.  I may, may I not?"

"On this occasion you may, although you know it is the rule that none
of the girls go to their dormitories during the daytime."

Kitty left the room, walking very slowly.  She had scarcely done so
before a loud ring, followed by a rat-tat on the knocker of the front
door, was heard through the house.

A moment later the door of Mrs. Clavering's oak parlor was flung open,
and Sir John Wallis entered the room.

Sir John Wallis was the great man in the neighborhood.

He was the owner of Cherry Court School, renting the house and
beautiful grounds to Mrs. Clavering year by year.  He was an unmarried
man, and took a great interest in the school.  He was a very
benevolent, kindly person, and Mrs. Clavering and he were the closest
friends.

"Ah, my dear madam," he said, bowing now in his somewhat old-fashioned
way, and then extending his hand to the good lady, "I am so glad to see
you at home.  How are you and how are the girls?"

"Oh, very well, Sir John."

"But you look a little bit worried; what is wrong?"

"Well, the fact is, one of my girls, Kitty Sharston----"

"That pretty, queer-looking half-wild girl whom I saw in church on
Sunday?"

"The same; she is the daughter of Major Sharston, a very estimable man."

"Sharston, Sharston, I should think he is.  Why, he is an old brother
officer of mine; we served together in the time of the Crimea.
Anything wrong with Sharston!  What's up, my dear madam, what is up!"

"Well, it's just this," said Mrs. Clavering.  "Major Sharston has lost
a lot of money, and is obliged to take an appointment in India, and he
cannot afford to leave poor Kitty at the school longer than till the
end of term.  I intend to have her as my guest during the holidays, but
afterwards she must go to an old cousin in Scotland, and the poor child
has little chance of ever being very well educated.  She is very much
shaken by the blow."

"But this is fearful," said Sir John, "fearful!  What can we do?"

"Nothing, I am afraid," said Mrs. Clavering.  "Nothing would offend
Major Sharston more than for his daughter to accept charity in any
form.  He is a very proud man, and Kitty, when all is said and done,
although very wild and needing a lot of training, has got a spirit of
her own.  She will be a fine girl by and by."

"And a beautiful one to boot," interrupted Sir John.  "Well, this is
terrible; what can we do?"

"Nothing," repeated Mrs. Clavering again.

Sir John looked very thoughtful.

"Is it to-night," he said, "you announce your programme for the Cherry
Feast?"

"Yes," answered the good lady.

"Then I have a crow to pluck with you; you never sent me notice to
attend."

"I did not, for I thought you would be away, but will you come in this
evening, Sir John, we shall all be delighted to see you?"

Sir John considered for a moment.

"I will," he said, "and you know I always offer a prize of my own,
which is to be given at the Cherry Feast.  Now, why should not we on
this occasion offer a prize which Kitty Sharston runs a chance of
winning, and which would save her from leaving Cherry Court School?"

Mrs. Clavering shook her head.

Sir John bent forward and began to speak eagerly.

"Now, come," he said, "I think I can manage it.  Could it not be done
in this way?"  He spoke in a low tone, and Mrs. Clavering bent her head
to listen.

"But, even if you did offer such a prize," she said, "which in itself
would be very valuable, what chance has Kitty of winning it?  She is
not particularly forward in any of her studies, and then the girls who
did not want it would get it."

"I am persuaded that Kitty has plenty of ability," said Sir John.

"I quite agree with you, and to work for such a prize would be an
immense stimulus; but then, you know, the feast comes on so soon, and
there are only three weeks in which to prepare."

"We can manage it by means of a sort of preliminary canter," said the
baronet, in a musing tone; "I am sure we can work the thing up.  Now,
let us put our heads together and get some idea into shape before
to-night.  That child must be saved; her father's feelings must be
respected.  She must stay here and be under your wing, and I will go
and have a chat with Sharston and see if I cannot make life endurable
to the poor little girl, even though he is away in India."

"Well, it is very nice your being a friend of Major Sharston's.  If you
will stay here for about half an hour while I am attending to something
else, I will come back and we will see what scheme we can draw up."

"Good," said Sir John, "and don't hurry back, for I am going to put on
my considering-cap.  This thing must be managed by hook or by crook."




CHAPTER IV.

SIR JOHN'S GREAT SCHEME.

It was in this way that the great prize which caused such excitement in
Cherry Court School was started.

It was called the Scholarship prize, and was a new and daring idea of
the early seventies.  Girls were not accustomed to big prizes in those
days, and scholarships were only in vogue in the few public schools
which were then in existence.

Sir John and Mrs. Clavering between them drew up a scheme which put
every other idea into the shade, for there was a great honor to be
conferred as well as a very big money prize, and the girls were
stimulated to try their very best.  It was arranged that the prize was
to be competed for between this day in early June and the day when the
Cherry Feast was held by the entire Upper school, but that after that
date the competitors were only to number three.  The three girls who
came out in the first list at the time of the Cherry Feast were to
compete for the great prize itself in the following October, and Mrs.
Clavering had made private arrangements with Sir John to keep Kitty at
the school, in case she came out one of the first three, until October,
when the prize itself was to be won.

There were three tests which were to qualify for the prize.  First and
above all, good conduct; an unselfish, brave, noble character would
rank very high indeed.  Second would come neat appearance and admirable
deportment, which would include graceful conversation, polite manners
and all those things which are more or less neglected in modern
education; and last of all would come the grand educational test.

Thus every idea of the school would be turned more or less topsy-turvy,
for Sir John's scheme was so peculiar and his prize so munificent that
it was worth giving up everything else to try for.

The prize itself was to consist of a free education at Cherry Court
School for the space of three years; accompanying it was a certificate
in parchment, which in itself was to be considered a very high honor;
and thirdly, a locket set with a beautiful ruby to represent a cherry,
which was the badge of the school.

When the great day arrived it was decided that the happy winner of this
great prize would receive the fees for a year's schooling in a purse
presented to her by Sir John himself, also the scroll of merit and the
beautiful ruby locket.

The news of Sir John's bounty and the marvelous prize which was to be
offered to the fortunate girls was the talk of the entire school.  Even
Kitty, who little guessed how deeply she was concerned in the matter,
could scarcely think of anything else.  It diverted her mind from her
coming sorrow.  On the day that the prize was formally announced she
sat down to write to her father to inform him on the subject.

"It is too wonderful," she wrote; "I was the most miserable girl in all
the world when I got your telegram.  I scarcely knew what I was doing,
and then Mrs. Clavering took me into her oak parlor and told me still
further bad news.  That I--oh, father dear, oh, father--that I was to
go and live with Helen Dartmoor.  How could you think of it, father?
But there, she said it had to be, and I felt nearly wild.  You don't
know what I was suffering, although I tried so very hard to be brave.
I am suffering still, but not quite so badly, for what do you think
happened in the evening.

"You know, or perhaps you don't know, that at the end of summer there
is always such a glorious day--it is called Cherry Feast Day, and is
given in honor of the school, which is called Cherry Court School.  The
whole day is given up to festivities of every sort and description, and
all the neighborhood are invited to a great big Cherry Feast in the
evening.

"The feast is held in the walled-in garden, which is lit with colored
lanterns.  In the very centre of the garden is a grass sward, the
greenest grass you ever saw, father, and, oh, so smooth--as smooth as
velvet, and on this grass, lit with fairy lamps, the girls dance all
kinds of stately, wonderful, old-fashioned dances, and the neighbors
sit round and watch, and then at the end we all go into the house, into
the great oak hall in the middle, and Mrs. Clavering gives the prizes
to the lucky girls.

"Of course, feasts of cherries are the order of the hour, and we wear
cherry ornaments if possible.  You cannot imagine how full of cherries
we are in the school, even to cherry-colored ribbons, you know.

"Well, yesterday, when your dreadful telegram came, was the day when we
were to draw up a programme for the Cherry Feast, and when all we girls
came into the oak parlor in the evening--I mean all the girls of the
Upper school, for the little ones, although they enjoy the feast
splendidly at the time, are never allowed to know much of the
preparations--well, when we were all in the oak parlor who should come
in but Mrs. Clavering and such a tall, stately, splendid-looking man.
His name is Sir John Wallis, and it seems, father dear, that he knows
all about you, for he called me up afterwards and spoke to me, and he
put his arm round my waist, and when he said good-bye he even kissed
me, and he said that you and he were some of the heroes before
Sebastopol.  Oh, father, he did speak so splendidly of you, and he
looked so splendid himself, I quite loved him, I did really.  But
there, how I am digressing, father!

"Mrs. Clavering gave out the programme for the day--the usual sort, you
know, the dancing on the lawn in the evening, and the crowds of
spectators, and the assembling in the big hall for the prizes to be
given out to all the lucky girls who had won them.

"Of course, I won't get any this year.  I have not been at school long
enough, although I am trying and working very hard.  Well, Mrs.
Clavering read out the usual programme and we all stood by and
listened, and I could not help glancing at Sir John, although I had not
spoken to him then, and did not know, not a bit of it, that he knew
you, darling, precious father.

"But all of a sudden Sir John himself came forward and he took Mrs.
Clavering's place on the little rostrum, as they call it, and he spoke
in such a loud, penetrating, and yet beautiful voice, and he said that
he, with Mrs. Clavering's permission, had a scheme to propose.

"He began by saying how he loved the school, how he had always loved
it, how his own mother had been educated at Cherry Court School, and
how he thought there was no school like it in the world, and then he
said that he was anxious, now that he had returned home to live and was
growing an old man himself, to do something for the school, and he
proposed there and then to offer it a Scholarship.

"Do you know what a scholarship is, father?  I thought only men won
scholarships.  Well, anyhow, he did offer a Scholarship, such a
magnificent one.  It was to be held by the girl who was best in
conduct, best in deportment, and best in her educational work, in the
following October, and she was to hold it for three years, and what do
you think the scholarship was?

"Oh, was there anything so splendid!  A lovely, lovely gold locket with
a ruby cherry on the right side and a wonderful inscription on the left
side, and a parchment scroll, father, in which the full particulars of
the great Scholarship were written down, and besides that, a purse of
money.  Oh, father, a girl would not mind taking money in that way,
would she?--and what was the money for?--it was to pay all her fees for
a year.

"Every expense connected with the school was to be met by this
wonderful purse of money; she was to be educated and called the Cherry
Court Scholarship girl, and it was to be a wonderfully proud
distinction, I can tell you, and at the end of the year Sir John Wallis
was to give another purse of money, and at the end of that year another
purse of money, so that the lucky girl who won the Scholarship was to
be educated free of expense for three whole years.

"Oh, father, father!  I mean to try for it--I mean to try with all my
might and main.  I don't suppose I'll succeed, but I shall have such a
fit of trying--you never knew anything like it in your life.  But do
you know, perhaps, that what Kitty tries for with all her might and
soul she generally wins.

"Oh, dear father, this has made me quite happy and has taken off the
worst of my great pain.  I feel now that there is hope, for at the end
of three years I shall be a well-educated girl--that is, if I win the
Scholarship, and then perhaps you will allow me to come out to you to
India.  I am not without hope, now, but I should be utterly and
completely devoid of it if I had to go and live with Helen Dartmoor.

"Your loving and excited daughter, KITTY."




CHAPTER V.

FLORENCE.

It began to be whispered in the school--at first, it is true, in very
low tones and scarcely any words, but just a nod and a single
glance--that Mrs. Clavering was very anxious that Kitty should win the
Scholarship.

There was really no reason for this rumor to get afloat, but beyond
doubt the rumor was afloat, was in the air, and was talked of by the
girls--at first, as I have said, scarcely at all, but by and by more
and more plainly as the hours flew on towards the Cherry Feast.

Kitty herself knew nothing of these whispers.  She was very busy
planning and reconstructing all her previous ideas with regard to
education.  Her first object was to come out one of the happy three who
were to compete for the Scholarship in the coming October.  If she
succeeded in this she felt sure that all would be well.  She began now
eagerly to examine her companion's faces.  Sometimes they turned away
from her bright, almost too bright, eyes, but then again they would
look at her with a certain compassion.

It would be very nice, they all thought, to win the Scholarship--there
was no girl at Cherry Court School who would not feel proud to get so
great a prize--but they also knew that what would be merely nice for
them was life or death for poor Kitty Sharston, and yet nothing had
been told them; they only surmised that there was a wish in Mrs.
Clavering's breast that Kitty should be the lucky girl.

On a certain afternoon about a week before the Cherry Feast, Mabel and
Alice Cunningham, with Florence Aylmer and Edith King, were once more
assembled under one of the cherry trees in the cherry orchard.

"I am sure of it," said Alice.  "Of course, it is nothing that I have
heard, but it is a sort of look in Mrs. Clavering's face, and she is so
eager to give Kitty all sorts of help.  She has her by herself now
every evening to coach her for an hour."

"Well, for my part, I don't call it a bit fair," said Florence Aylmer.

"Florry!  Oh, surely you are not jealous, and of poor little Kitty?"

"I am not exactly jealous--oh, no, I am not jealous," said Florence,
"but it rather takes the heart out of one.  If after all one's trouble
and toil and exertion one gets the thing and then Mrs. Clavering is
discontented and Kitty Sharston's heart is broken, I don't see the use
of having a big fight--do you, Mabel? do you, Edith?"

"Oh, I don't know," said Edith; "I only feel puzzled; perhaps it is a
mere suspicion and there is no truth in it."

"I cannot imagine, if it is really Sir John's wish that Kitty should be
the successful competitor, why he does not give her the money straight
away and end the thing," said Florence again.

"But, you see, he could not do that," said Mabel, "for Kitty is very
proud and----"

"Well, I don't like it," said Florence, "and I tell you what it is--now
that the whisper has got into the air, I mean to know.  I shall go
straight to Mrs. Clavering and ask her.  If it is true I for one will
not enter the lists at all."

"But would you dare to ask her?" exclaimed Mabel, in a voice almost of
awe.  "You know, Mrs. Clavering, although she is the kindest woman in
the world, never allows any liberties to be taken with her.  I don't
think you can dare to ask her, Florry--I really don't."

"Oh, I shall, all the same," replied Florence.  "If this thing is fair
and above board, and equal chances are given to us all, why, I shall go
in for it and be delighted to have a chance, but if it is not, Kitty
shall have it without much exertion, as far as I am concerned."

She got up restlessly as she spoke, and moved towards the house.

The day was a very hot one, and all the doors and windows stood wide
open.  Sir John Wallis was standing inside the porch talking to Mrs.
Clavering.

Florence came slowly forward.  Sir John held out his hand to her.

"Well, Miss Aylmer," he said, in his pleasant voice, "and how do the
studies get on, and are you all agog to be one of the lucky three?"

"I am not at all sure about that," said Florence; "I was coming to you,
Mrs. Clavering, to speak about it."

"Why, what can be wrong?" said the baronet; "I thought that you were
one of the most promising pupils and had a very good chance."

"But what," said Florence, her face suddenly blazing into color, and
her eyes fixing themselves first on Sir John's face and then on that of
Mrs. Clavering, "what if you don't want me to win the prize!"

"Don't want you--what nonsense!" said Mrs. Clavering, but she colored
faintly as she spoke.

Sir John gave Florence a very keen glance.

"I may as well speak out now that I am about it," continued the girl.
"There is a rumor in the school--I cannot tell you who started it, but
there is a rumor--that you, Sir John, want Kitty to get the prize."

"It is perfectly true that I should like her to get it," said Sir John,
instantly, "but the prize shall be bestowed upon the girl who comes out
best in deportment, best in conduct, and best in learning, whether she
is Kitty Sharston or another.  Now, that is all, Florence Aylmer.  I
have spoken.  Don't, I beg of you, say a word of what you have just
said to me to Kitty herself.  You have all equal chances.  If Kitty
fails she fails.  I shall be disappointed, but I shall honor the girl
who wins the great prize all the same."

"Thank you," replied Florence.  She entered the hall; a moment later
Mrs. Clavering followed her.

"My dear," she said, "what is wrong with you?  I would not know you
with that expression on your face."

"Things seem very hard," said Florence.  "At first, when the prize was
mentioned, it seemed quite too delicious, for you know, dear Mrs.
Clavering, that I am poor, too, and if I were to win the prize it would
be only too delightful; but if you do not wish me to take it"--tears
filled her eyes; one of them rolled down her cheeks.

"I do heartily wish you to have it if you really win it, Florence.  The
competition is an open one, rest assured of that; and now, my dear,
cease to think unkind thoughts of Kitty, and, above all things, don't
breathe a word of what you have just said to me to her."

"That I promise," said Florence, but she went upstairs feeling
discontented and depressed.

She sat down to write a letter to her mother.

"Dear mother," she wrote, "we are trying for an extraordinary prize
here, quite a valuable Scholarship, such as are given to men at the
Universities, and I am going to have a big try for it, but I should
like to talk things over with you.  I wonder if Aunt Susan would rise
to the occasion, and let me have a third-class return ticket to
Dawlish, and if you, Mummy, could secure a tiny room for me next
yourself.  I want to spend a week with you during the coming holidays.
I have a good deal to say and am rather anxious and miserable.  Try and
arrange it with Aunt Susan.  It won't cost very much really, and I
promise to return at the end of a week.

"Your loving daughter,
  "FLORENCE."

"P. S.--I shall eat very little and be satisfied with the plainest
food.  You might mention that to Aunt Susan when you are writing."

"P. S. 2.--There is a new girl at the school; she came just at the
beginning of term, but I never mentioned her name to you before.  She
is called Kitty Sharston, and I think she has a very great chance of
winning the Scholarship.  She is rather an awkward kind of girl, but
will be handsome by and by.  She is a great friend of Sir John Wallis,
the man who is the patron of the school, and who is giving the
Scholarship.  I mean to have a good try for the Scholarship, Mummy,
dear.  Be sure you say so to Aunt Susan when you ask her for my
third-class fare to Dawlish.  Good-bye again, Mummy dear.
FLORENCE."


Having written this letter Florence uttered a sigh of relief, put it
into its envelope, addressed it, stamped it, and ran downstairs to put
it in the school letter-box.  Just as she was in the act of doing so
the chaise drew up at the front door, a tall soldierly man got out, he
came into the porch, and just as he was about to ring the bell, his
eyes met those of Florence.

"This is Cherry Court School, is it not?" he said, taking off his hat
to the girl.

"Yes," replied Florence; "can I do anything for you, sir?"

"My name is Major Sharston.  I have come to see my daughter; can you
tell me where I shall find her?"

"Are you indeed Kitty's father?" said Florence, her heart now shining
out of her eyes.  She had beautiful eyes, dark grey with very long,
black lashes.  Her face, which was somewhat pale, was quite quivering
with emotion.

"Yes, I am Kitty's father," was the reply.  "Shall I go into the house,
and will you be kind enough to tell her that I am here; or perhaps,"
added the Major, looking as wistful as Florence herself, "you might
take me to her straight away?"

"I will take you to her straight away, that's just it," said Florence.
She turned back to drop her letter into the school letter-box, and then
conducted the Major across the lawn and into the outer garden.  In this
garden every old-fashioned flower imaginable bloomed and thrived, and
reared its graceful head.  The Major walked down through great lines of
tall hollyhocks and peonies of every color and description.  Then he
passed under a sweet-briar hedge and then along a further hedge of
Scotch roses, red and white; and the scent from mignonette and sweet
peas and the sweet-briar and the roses came up to his nostrils.  Never
to the longest day of his life did the Major forget the sweet scent of
the old-fashioned garden and the pain at his heart all the time, for he
was going to see Kitty, to bid her good-bye for years--perhaps, who
could tell? for ever.

Florence seemed to guess some of his feelings, though she did not know
the actual story, for Kitty was very reserved and kept her troubles to
herself.  The Major made no remark about the garden, which in itself
was somewhat curious, for strangers were always in raptures over this
old-world garden, with its yew-trees cut in quaint shapes, and its high
walls, and its flowers, which seemed, every one of them, to belong to
the past.

At last the Major and Florence reached the postern-gate which opened
into the cherry orchard, and then Florence stood still and raised her
voice and called, "Kitty!  Kitty Sharston!" and there came an answering
call, clear and high as a bird's, and the next instant Kitty, in her
white summer dress, was seen emerging from under the cherry-trees.  She
saw her father, uttered a cry half of rapture, half of pain, and the
next instant was clasped in his arms.  Florence saw the Major's arms
fold around Kitty, and a queer lump rose in her throat and she went
away all by herself.  Somehow, at that moment she felt that she shared
Mrs. Clavering's wish that Kitty Sharston should get the prize.

"Although it means a great deal to me, a great deal more than anyone
can guess," thought Florry to herself, "for Aunt Susan is never very
kind to the dear little mother, and she makes such a compliment of
giving her that money term after term, and she insists on doing
everything in the very cheapest way.  Why will she not," continued
Florence, looking down at her dress as she spoke, "why will she not
give me decent clothes like other girls!  I never have anything pretty.
It is brown holland all during the summer, the coarsest brown holland,
and it is the coarsest blue serge during the winter; never, never
anything else--no style, no fashion, no pretty ribbons, not even a
cherry ribbon for my hair, and so little pocket-money, oh! so
little--only a penny a week.  What can a girl do with a penny a week?
Of course, she does allow me a few stamps, just a very few, to send
Mummy letters, but she does keep me so terribly close.  Sometimes I can
scarcely bear the life.  Oh, what a difference the Scholarship would
make, and Sir John Wallis would think a great deal of me, and so would
Mrs. Clavering.  Why, I should be the show girl of the school, the
Cherry Court Scholarship girl; it would be splendid, quite splendid!
But then Kitty, poor Kitty, and what a look the Major had on his face!
I wonder what can be wrong?  Oh dear! oh, dear! my heart is torn in
two.  Why do I long beyond all words to win the prize, and why, why do
I hate taking it from Kitty Sharston?"




CHAPTER VI.

KITTY AND HER FATHER.

Meanwhile the Major and Kitty went away by themselves.  As soon as
Kitty had hugged her father, one close, passionate, voiceless hug, she
released him, stepped back a pace, looked him in the face, and then
said eagerly, "Come away quickly, father; there is a meadow at the back
of the cherry orchard which we can have quite to ourselves.  Come at
once.  Did Mrs. Clavering send you out here?  How good of her to let me
see you alone!"

"She does not even know that I have come, Kitty," replied her father.
"I met a girl--I don't know what her name is--just as I reached the
porch, and she took me to you.  I cannot stay very long, my love, as I
must get back to Chatham to-night."

"All right," said Kitty; "let us make for the meadow; there is a big
oak-tree and we can sit under it and no one need see us.  We must be
alone all, all during the time that you are here."

The Major said nothing.  Kitty linked her hand through his arm.  She
was feeling wildly excited--her father and she were together.  It might
be an hour, or it might be two hours, that they were to spend together,
but the time was only beginning now.  They were together, and she felt
all the warm glow of love, all the ecstasy of perfect happiness in
their reunion.

They reached the oak-tree in the meadow, the Major sat down, and Kitty
threw herself by his side.

"Well, Kitty," he said, "what is this that I hear?  I read your letter;
it is quite a wonderful letter, little girl.  It was the sort of letter
a brave girl would write."

"The sort of letter a girl would write whose father was a hero before
Sebastopol," said Kitty.

"What has put that in you head, my darling?"

"Sir John Wallis spoke of it.  Oh, father dear, won't you go and see
Sir John Wallis--he is so nice and so kind?  You were both heroes
before Sebastopol, were you not, father dearest, you and he?"

"We were in the trenches and we suffered a good bit," said the Major, a
grim smile on his face, "but those are bygone times, Kitty."

"All the same they are times that can never be forgotten while English
history lasts," said Kitty with a proud sparkle in her eyes.

"Well, no, little girl, I don't suppose England will ever forget the
men who fought for her," replied the Major; "but we won't waste time
talking on these matters now, my child; we have much else to say."

"What, father?"

"Well, your letter for instance; and you greatly dislike going to stay
with Helen Dartmoor?"

Kitty's face turned pale; she had been rosy up to now.  The roses faded
out of her cheeks, then her lips turned white, and the brightness left
her eyes.

"I should hate it," she said; "there are no other words."

"And you think there is just an off chance that you may win this
wonderful Scholarship?"

"I mean to have the biggest try a girl ever had, and you know your
Kitty," replied the girl.

"Yes, I know my brave, brave Kitty, the girl who has clung to her
father through thick and thin, who has always tried to please him, who
has a spirit of her own."

"Which I inherit from you," said Kitty.  "Oh, I have lots of faults; I
can be so cheeky when I like, and so naughty about rules, but somehow
nothing, nothing ever frightens me, except the thought of going to
Helen Dartmoor.  You see, father, dear, it would be so hopeless.  You
cannot take the hope out of anybody's life and expect the person to do
well, can you, father?  Do speak, father--can you?"

"No, my child, I know that, but even if you have to go to her, Kitty,
remember that I am working very hard for you--that as soon as possible
I will make a home for you, and you shall come to me."

"How long will you be in India, father?"

"I do not know, my child.  The appointment which I have just received
under Government I can, I believe, retain as long as I please.  My idea
is, darling, to do very good service for our Government, and to induce
them to send me into a healthy place."

"But where are you going now?" said Kitty; "Is the place not healthy,
is your life to be endangered?"

"No, I am too seasoned for that," replied the Major, in a very cheerful
tone which, alas! he was far from feeling.  "You need not be a scrap
anxious, my love," he added; "the place would not suit a young thing
like you, but a seasoned old subject like myself is safe enough.  Never
you fear, Kitty mine."

"But go on, father; you have more to say, haven't you?"

"Yes, Kitty, I have more to say and the time is very brief.  If you win
the Scholarship, well and good.  You will be well educated, and my mind
will be relieved of an untold load of care.  But, of course, darling,
there is a possibility of your failing, for the Scholarship is an open
one, and there are other girls in the school, perhaps as clever, as
determined, as full of zeal as you, my Kitty."

"I am afraid, father, dear, there are other girls much cleverer than
your Kitty, who know a vast lot more, and who are very full of zeal.
But," added the young girl, and now she clasped her hands and sprang to
her feet, "there is no one who has the motive I have, and this will
carry me through.  I mean first of all to come out one of the lucky
three--that's certain."

"When is the preliminary examination to take place, Kitty?"

"On the day of the Cherry Feast," replied Kitty.

"Well, dear, I have been thinking matters over.  If you fail you fail,
but I am determined to give you this chance.  I shall see Mrs.
Clavering before I leave and arrange that you are to stay with her
until October; then if you win the Scholarship your future is arranged;
you take your three years' education, and then by hook or by crook, my
darling, you come out to me to India, for by then, unless I am vastly
mistaken, I shall have got into a hill station where it will be safe
for you to stay with me."

"Oh, you darling, how heavenly it will be!" said Kitty.  She clung
close to her father, flung her arms round his neck, laid her head on
his breast, and looked at him with eyes swimming in tears.

"Oh, I am not a bit unhappy, though I cry," she said, "it is only
because I feel your goodness so much, for though I would have tried
away with Helen Dartmoor I should not have had the chance I shall have
here, for Mrs. Clavering is very good, and I know she wants me to get
the prize, only she feels that I must compete fairly with the other
girls."

"Of course, you must compete fairly with the other girls, Kitty," said
her father; "if I thought there was any special favoritism in this,
well--"  His bronzed cheeks flushed, an indignant light fired his eyes.

"What, father?"

"I am a proud man, Kitty, and Helen Dartmoor is your cousin, and would
keep you for the very small sum which it is in my power to offer her."

"Your pride shall not be hurt, father, darling.  I will win the
Scholarship honorably and in open fight."

"That is my own Kitty."

"I vow I'll win it," said the girl.

The Major smiled at her.  "You must not be too sure," he said, "or you
will be doubly disappointed if you fail.  And now there is one thing
more to be said, and then we can talk on other matters.  If you do
fail, my Kitty, you will go to Helen Dartmoor with a heart and a half."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you will go to her and not allow hope to die out of your
breast; you will go as a brave girl should, making the best of what
seems an adverse circumstance.  If you do this, Kitty, it will be
severe discipline, but not too severe discipline for a soldier's
daughter.  Never forget that, my dear, and that, one way or other, at
the end of the three years you come out to me."

"When I come out to you," said Kitty, "I want you to be proud of me.  I
want you to say, 'My girl is a lady, my girl knows things, she is not
ignorant, she can deport herself well, and act well and she knows
things.'  But in any case, father, whether I am ignorant or whether I
am not, I promise--yes, I promise--to make the best of circumstances."

"Then God bless you, child, you are your mother's own girl."

"And yours--yours," said Kitty, in a low tone of mingled pain and love.

"We will go back to the house, and I will see Mrs. Clavering, and
afterwards I will ask her permission to let me take you up to see Sir
John Wallis, for, strange as it may seem, I have lost sight of Wallis
for quite fifteen years--such are the fortunes of war, my love.  We
were brothers, standing shoulder to shoulder during a momentous year of
our lives, and since then Sir John retired from the service, and I have
heard and seen nothing of him.  It was almost immediately afterwards, I
believe, that he came in for the great property and the title which he
now possesses.  But come, Kitty, we have not much time to lose."

Kitty never forgot the rest of that afternoon, for she and her father
had so much to do, so many people to see, and so many things to
arrange, that time flew on wings, and it was not until the last moment
when the parting really came that she realized all it meant to her.

There was a hurried clasp in the strongest, bravest arms in all the
world, a brief kiss on her cheek, a look in her father's eyes which was
enough to stimulate the highest in any girl's heart, and then the
parting was over.

The Major had left Cherry Court School, having given all possible
directions for his little girl's comfort and well-being, and had gone
away sorely broken down, crushed to the earth himself, but leaving
Kitty with a courage which did not falter during the days which were to
come.  For the Major knew that, strong as he was, he was going to a
part of India where brave men as strong as he are stricken down year
after year by the unhealthy climate, and three years even at the best
was a long time to part with a girl like Kitty, particularly when she
was the only child he had, the light of his eyes, the darling of his
heart.




CHAPTER VII.

CHERRY-COLORED RIBBONS.

The day of the Cherry Feast dawned bright and glorious.  The girls
awoke in the early morning of that splendid summer day, feeling that
something very delightful was about to happen.  One after another they
peeped out and saw the sun on the grass and heard the birds sing and
felt the soft zephyrs of the summer breeze blowing on their cheeks.
Then they returned back again to their different little beds in their
different dormitories, and remarked with intense satisfaction that the
long wished-for day had come, and that to-morrow they were all going
home--home for the holidays.  Could anything be more fascinating,
stimulating, and delightful?  And each girl hoped to go back again to
the beloved home with honor, for Mrs. Clavering had a wonderful way
with her pupils, a very stimulating way, and she so arranged her prizes
and her certificates that no girl who had really worked, who had really
taken pains, was excluded from distinction.  It was only the hopelessly
idle, the hopelessly disobedient, who could leave Cherry Court School
without some token of its mistress's sympathy, regard, and
encouragement.

Kitty Sharston was too new a scholar to expect to get any reward in the
ordinary sense of this term, but, all the same, she had worked fairly
well, and during the last three weeks had tackled her studies and
regulated her conduct like a veritable little Trojan.  Every moment of
Kitty's day was now marked out.  There was never an instant that she
was off guard with regard to herself; there was no time left in her
busy life for reckless speeches and reckless deeds.  The goal set
before her was such a high one, the motive to struggle for pre-eminence
was so strong, that Kitty was quite carried along by the current.  Her
natural keen intelligence stood her in good stead, her marks for
punctuality, for neatness, for early rising were all good, and she had
little, very little fear of the results of this afternoon's brief
examination.

The examination was to be very short, and was to be conducted on this
special occasion by no less a person than Sir John Wallis himself.
Mrs. Clavering having reckoned up the marks, Mademoiselle Le Brun
having given her testimony, Fraulein having given hers, and the English
teachers having further testified to the industry of the pupils, the
girls of the Upper school were to pass muster before Sir John, who was
to decide without prejudice in favor of the lucky three who alone were
to compete for the great Scholarship in October.

Florence and Kitty were in the same class in school, and up to the date
of the offering of the Scholarship had been excellent friends.  They
were still friends as far as Kitty was concerned, for she was a
generous-hearted girl, and although the winning of the prize meant
everything almost in her life, did another girl take it from her fairly
and honorably in open fight, she would resign it without a trace of
ill-will or any sore feeling towards the winner.  But there were things
in Florence's life which made her now look aloof at Kitty.  She had
been receiving letters from her mother, and the mother had been asking
the girl strange questions, and Mrs. Aylmer was not a woman of lofty
principle nor of strong courage, and some of the jealous thoughts in
Florence's heart had been fanned into flame by her mother's injudicious
words.  So on the day of the great Cherry Feast she awoke with a
headache, and, turning away from Kitty, who looked at her with anxious,
affectionate eyes, she proceeded to dress quickly and hurried off to
the school-room.

The dormitory in which Kitty slept was a long, low room with a sloping
roof.  It ran the whole width of the house, and was occupied by Kitty
herself, by Mabel and Alice Cunningham, by Edith King, and by Florence
Aylmer.  Each girl had her little cubicle or division curtained off
from her fellows, where she could sleep and where she could retire, if
necessary, into a sort of semi-solitude.  But one-half of the dormitory
was open to all the girls, and they often drew their curtains aside and
chatted and talked and laughed as they dressed and undressed, for Mrs.
Clavering, contrary to most of the school-mistresses of her day, gave
her girls a certain amount of liberty.  They were not, for instance,
required to talk French in the dormitories, and they were always
allowed, provided they got into bed within certain limits and dressed
within certain limits, to have freedom when in their rooms.  They never
dreamt of abusing these privileges, and better, healthier, brighter
girls could not be found in the length and breadth of England.

"Well, I am glad the day has come at last," said Edith, as she rose
that morning with a yawn.  "Oh, dear, and it's going to be splendid,
too.  Kitty, what dress are you going to wear at the festival to-night?"

Kitty replied with a smile that she meant to wear her Indian muslin.

"And have you got your cherry-colored ribbons?" said Edith; "we all
wear bunches of cherry ribbons in the front of our dresses and tying
back our hair.  Have you got yours, Kitty?"

"Yes," replied Kitty; "father sent me a quantity of cherry-colored
ribbons last week."

She hardly ever mentioned her father's name, and the girls did not like
to question her.  Now she turned her head aside, and proceeded hastily
with her dressing.

"Well, it is going to be a splendid day," said Alice, "and, you know,
there are no lessons of any sort; all the examinations are over and the
results will be known to-night; the day is to be a long and happy
one--no lessons, nothing to do except to wander about and please
ourselves; pack our trunks, of course, which will be truly a delightful
occupation.  Think of the joys of the evening and the further delights
of to-morrow.  I expect to reach home about six o'clock in the evening.
When will you get to your place, Edith?"

"A little later than you," replied Edith, "for it is farther away, but
father and mother have promised to come and meet me at Canterbury.  I
shall reach Canterbury about six o'clock in the evening.  We have ten
miles to drive then, so I don't suppose I shall be home till half-past
seven.  The boys are going to make a bonfire; there is to be no end of
fun--there always is when I come home for the summer holidays."

Kitty gave a faint sigh and there came a cruel pang at her heart.  She
and Florence Aylmer were to spend the holidays together.  She had tried
to think she would enjoy this solitary time, but in her heart of hearts
she knew that she had to make a great struggle with herself.

"But, never mind," she muttered now softly under her breath, "I shall
spend most of the hours in studying; there is so much to get through
before the Scholarship exam. comes off in October, and I know Florence
will study, too, and, of course, I shan't be at all jealous of her, and
if she does succeed in winning the prize, why, I will just remember
father's words and make the best of things, whatever happens."  But the
next moment she was saying fiercely under her breath, "I shall win, I
will win; whatever happens, I will, I must win."

The girls went down to breakfast, which was a very sociable meal that
morning, the English tongue being allowed to be spoken, and the usual
restrictions all being utterly withdrawn.

Florence appeared then and took her place at the table; she looked a
little pale and untidy, and her eyes were red as if she had been
secretly crying.  More than one girl glanced at her and wondered what
was the matter.  When breakfast was over Kitty went up to Florence,
slipped her hand through her arm, and pulled her out into the sunshine.

"Is anything wrong, Florry?" she said.

"Oh, it's only that beastly mean Aunt Susan," retorted Florence,
shrugging her shoulders.

"Your Aunt Susan?"

"Yes, of course; you have heard me talk of her.  I am dependent on her,
you know; oh, it's the most hateful position for any girl!"

"I am very sorry, and I quite understand," said Kitty.

"I don't believe you do; you have never been put in such an odious
plight.  For instance, you have cherry-colored ribbons to wear
to-night, have you not?"

"Such beauties," replied Kitty; "father sent them to me a week ago.  A
yard and a half to make the bunch for the front of my dress, and a yard
and a half to tie up my hair--three yards; and such a lovely, lovely
color, and such soft ribbon, corded silk on one side, and satin at the
other.  Oh, it is beautiful."

"Yes, of course, it is beautiful," said Florence; "you have told us
about those ribbons a great many times."  Florence could not help her
voice being tart, and Kitty looked at her in some astonishment.

"But all the same," she said, "you're glad I have got cherry-colored
ribbons, are you not?"

"I don't know," replied Florence, flushing; "I believe I hate you for
having them.  There, I'm nothing if I'm not frank."

"You hate me for having them?  Oh, Florry, but you cannot be so mean."

"I wrote to Aunt Susan myself--there was no time to tackle her in a
roundabout way through mother.  I wrote to her and got her reply this
morning.  She sent me--what do you think?  Instead of the beautiful
ribbons which I asked for, three yards of which are absolutely
necessary to make even a show of a decent appearance, six stamps!  Six
stamps, I assure you, to buy what I could for myself!  Did you ever
hear of anything so miserably mean?  Oh, I hate her, I do hate her!"

"Poor Florence!" said Kitty; "but you must have the ribbons somehow,
must you not?"

"I must; I dare not appear without.  Mademoiselle Le Brun is going into
Hilchester immediately after breakfast, and I am going to ask her to
get me the best she can, but, of course, she will get nothing worth
having for sixpence--a yard and a half at the most of some horrid
cottony stuff which will look perfectly dreadful.  It is mean of Aunt
Susan, and you know, Kitty," continued Florence, her tone softening at
the evident sympathy with which Kitty regarded her, "I am always so
shabbily dressed; I wouldn't be a bit bad-looking if I had decent
clothes.  I saved up all the summer to have my muslin dress nicely
washed for this occasion, but it's so thick and so clumsy and--oh,
dear! oh, dear! sometimes I hate myself, Kitty, and when I look at you
I hate myself more than ever."

"Why when you look at me?  I am very sorry for you, Florence."

"Because you are so generous and so good, and I am just the other way.
But there, don't talk to me any more.  I must rush off; I want to have
another look through those geography questions; there is no saying what
Sir John Wallis may question us about to-night, and if I don't get into
the lucky three who are to compete for the Scholarship, I believe I'll
go off my head."

Florence dashed away as she spoke and rushed into the school-room,
slamming the door behind her.  Kitty stood for a moment looking after
her.  As she did so Mary Bateman, the stolid-looking girl in the Upper
school, came slowly up.

"A penny for your thoughts, Kitty Sharston," she said.

"They are not worth even that," said Kitty.  "Where are you going,
Mary?"

"Into the cherry orchard; we are all to pick cherries for to-night's
feast.  By the way, will you be my partner in the minuet?  You dance it
so beautifully."

Kitty hesitated, and a comical look came into her face.

"You know we are to open the proceedings by dancing the old-fashioned
minuet," continued Mary Bateman; "on the lawn, of course, with the
colored lamps lighting us up.  I believe I can do fairly well if I have
you for my partner, for although you are awkward enough you dance
beautifully."

"I'll be your partner if you like," said Kitty, with a sigh, "but look
here, Mary, when is Mademoiselle Le Brun going into Hilchester?"

"I did not know she was going at all," replied Mary; "do you want her
to buy you anything'?"

"I am not quite sure, but I'd like to see her before she goes."

"Well, there she is, and there's the pony cart coming round.  I expect
she has to buy a lot of things for Mrs. Clavering.  Run up to her if
you want to give her a message, Kitty.  Hullo, mademoiselle, will you
wait a minute for Kitty Sharston--she wants to say something to you?"

But Kitty stood still.  There was a battle going on in her heart.  She
had very little pocket-money, very little indeed, but when her father
was saying good-bye to her he had put two new half-crowns into her hand.

"Keep them unbroken as long as you can, Kitty," he said.  "The money
will be something to fall back upon in a time of need."  And five
shillings was a large sum for the Major to give Kitty just then, and
Kitty cherished those two half-crowns very dearly, more dearly than
anything else in the world, for they had been her father's last, very
last present to her.

But perhaps the hour of need had come.  This was the thought that
darted into her heart, for Florence did want those cherry-colored
ribbons, and Florence's heart was sore, and things were nearly as bad
for her as they were for Kitty herself.  Kitty had a brief struggle,
and then she made up her mind.

"One moment, mademoiselle; I won't keep you any time," she called out
to the governess, who nodded back to her with a pleased smile on her
face, for Kitty was a universal favorite.

Then the young girl rushed upstairs to her dormitory, unlocked her
little private drawer, took out her sealskin purse, extracted one of
the new half-crowns, and was down again by the little governess cart,
whispering eagerly to Mademoiselle Le Brun, within the prescribed time.

"All right," said mademoiselle; "I'll do the very best I can."

"And have the parcel directed to Florence," said Kitty, "for I don't
want her to know about my giving it to her; I am sure she would rather
not.  If there is any change from the half-crown you can let me have it
back, can you not, mademoiselle?"

"I'll see to that," said mademoiselle; "there is Florence's own
sixpence towards it, you know.  Oh I daresay I can give you a shilling
back and get very good ribbon."

"Well, be sure it is soft and satiny and with no cotton in it," called
Kitty again, and then the governess cart rolled down the avenue and was
lost to view.

Notwithstanding that she had only half a crown in that sealskin purse
Kitty felt strangely exultant and happy when she ran back to the cherry
orchard and helped her companions in gathering the ripe fruit.

She had put on a large blue apron, for cherries stain a good deal when
they are as luscious as those in Cherry Court orchard, and quantities
had to be picked, for it was the custom from time immemorial for each
of the guests to take a basket of cherries away with them, and the
baskets themselves--long, low, broad, and ornamental--were filled now
first with cherry-leaves, and then with fruit, by the excited and happy
girls.

After Kitty had spent an hour or two in the cherry orchard she ran into
the house, washed her face and hands, smoothed her hair, and ran down
to the school-room, for she too wanted to look through her examination
papers.  They were not difficult, and she was very quick and ready at
acquiring knowledge, and she soon felt certain that she could answer
all the questions, and, having folded them up, she replaced them in her
desk.

It was the custom of the school that each girl should keep her desk
locked, and Kitty now slipped the key of hers into her pocket.  As she
did so the door was opened and Florence came in.  Florence looked pale
and _distrait_.

"Do you know," she said, "I have got the most racking headache; I
wonder if you would hear me through my English History questions,
Kitty.  It would be awfully kind of you.  I am so wretched about every
thing and things seem so hopeless, and it is so perfectly miserable to
think of spending all the holidays here, for I don't believe Mrs.
Clavering is going to take us to the seaside after all.  Really, I
think life is not worth living sometimes."

"Oh, but it is," said Kitty, "and we are only preparing for life
now--don't forget that, Florry."

"I can't take a high and mighty view of anything just now," said
Florence; "I am cross, and that's a fact.  I wish I wasn't going to the
feast to-night.  If it were not for the chance of being one of the
lucky three in the Scholarship competition I wouldn't appear on the
scenes at all, I vow I would not, with that horrid bit of cottony
cherry-colored ribbon--yes, I vow I wouldn't.  Why, Kitty, how you have
stained your dress; you must have knelt on a cherry when you were
picking them just now in the orchard."

"So I have; what a pity!" said Kitty.  She glanced down at the deep red
stain, and then added, "I'll run upstairs presently and wash it out."

"Well, don't catch cold, whatever you do.  But stay, won't you first
hear me my English History questions?"

Kitty immediately complied.  Yes, Florence was stupid; she did not half
know her questions; her replies were wide of the mark.  Kitty felt at
first distressed and then very determined.

"Look here, Florence," she said, "this will never do; you must work
through that portion of English History all the afternoon, and I will
help you to the very best of my ability.  I happen to know the time of
Queen Elizabeth so well, for it was a favorite time with my father.  He
always loved those old stories of the great worthies who lived in the
time of Queen Elizabeth.  Yes, I'll help you.  Shall we read these
chapters of history together this afternoon?"

"I cannot, I cannot," said Florence.  "My head aches and everything
seems hopeless.  Why, if that is so, Kitty, I shan't even have a chance
of being one of the lucky three."

"Oh, yes, you will--you must," said Kitty.  "Half of the pleasure of
the competition would be lost if you and I were not to work together
during the holidays."

"Well, there is something in that," said Florence, brightening as she
spoke.  "I forgot when I spoke so dismally that you, too, were to spend
the holidays here.  By the way, has your father sailed yet?"

"On Monday last," said Kitty, in a very low voice.  She turned her head
aside as she spoke.

"I believe you are the bravest girl in the world," said Florence,
stoutly; "but there, you are a great deal too good for me.  I wish you
were naughty sometimes, such as you used to be, daring and a little
defiant and a little indifferent to rules, but you are so changed since
the Scholarship has come to the fore.  Does it mean a great deal to
you, Kitty?"

"I can't talk of it," said Kitty, "I'd rather not; we are both to try
for it; I believe it means a great deal to us both."

"It means an immensity to me," said Florence.

"Then it is not fair for us to talk it over when we are both going to
try our hardest to win it, are we not?"

"If that is the case why do you help me with my English History?"

"Because I should like you to be one of the lucky three."

"Are you certain?  Although I don't know this history very well, I
shall be a dangerous rival, that I promise."

"I don't care; I mean to win if I can, but I should like to compete
with you," said Kitty, stoutly.

At that moment the sounds of wheels in the avenue was heard, and a
moment or two afterwards Mademoiselle Le Brun entered the school-room
and put a little parcel into Florence's hand.

"There, my dear," she said.

Florence let it lie just where it was.

"Thank you," she answered; "you did your best?"

"Yes, dear, I did my best."

The governess left the room without even glancing at Kitty.  Kitty felt
herself coloring; she bent low, allowing her curly hair to fall over
her face and forehead.

A moment later there came an exclamation from Florence.

"Oh, I say, Kitty, what does this mean--look, do look!"

Kitty looked up.  The flush had left her face now, and it was cool and
composed as usual.

"Why, Florry," she exclaimed, "she has got you three yards, and it is
absolutely beautiful, satiny and smooth, and not a scrap of cotton in
the ribbon, and such a sweet color.  What does it mean?"

"Kitty, do you understand?" said Florence.

"I am so glad you have got it," said Kitty, in a quiet voice; "yes, it
is lovely ribbon; perhaps they had a cheap sale or something."

"Perhaps," said Florence, "but all the same I don't believe this ribbon
could have been bought for twopence a yard.  I must speak to
mademoiselle; she could not--oh, no, no, that is
impossible--mademoiselle is very poor and stingy--but what does it
mean?"

"It means that you are going to wear cherry-colored ribbons to-night,
doesn't it?" said Kitty, "and now cheer up, do, Florry, and work away
at your history.  I must run off now to wash my hands before dinner."




CHAPTER VIII.

THE LETTER.

After dinner Mrs. Clavering called the girls of the Upper school into
the oak parlor.

"My dears," she said, "I won't keep you a minute, but I have just had a
letter from Sir John Wallis, and he wishes me to say that he would like
the girls who are to compete for the preliminary examination for the
Scholarship to write their answers to the English History questions.
He has sent over the questions in this envelope, and you can all read
them, and you are to write your answers in advance, and fold them up
and put them into envelopes for him to open and read to-night.  I
believe there are ten questions, but his rule is that you are none of
you to be helped by any book in the answers, and that no one girl is to
assist another.  That is all, my dears; you can go into the school-room
and get the matter through in less than an hour if you like.  And now
hurry away, for there is no time to lose.  I will have the question
pinned up in the school-room for you all to see."

Mrs. Clavering hastened away, and all the girls of the Upper school,
seven in all, presently found themselves seated by their desks, busily
answering Sir John Wallis's questions on the reign of Queen Elizabeth.

When Mrs. Clavering had made her statement Florence had cast one
anxious, half-despairing glance in Kitty's direction, and Kitty had
slowly raised her arched eyebrows and looked at her friend with
compassion and distress.

Kitty now walked quickly to her desk, glanced at the questions, and
wrote the answers in a good bold, firm hand.

Her early training with her father stood her in excellent stead, and
she was able to give a vivid account of the Spanish Armada and of other
great events in the reign of good Queen Bess.  She felt quite cheerful
and hopeful as she wrote her answers, expressing them in good English,
and taking great pains to be correct with regard to spelling.  At last
they were finished.  She slipped them into her envelope, put them back
in her desk, and left the room.  As she did so she passed Florence,
whose cheeks were flushed like peonies, and who was bending in some
despair over her paper, for Florence was well known in the school to be
ignorant as regarded all matters connected with history, although she
was smart enough in her own line.

"Poor Florry, I am sorry for her," thought Kitty.  Then she went away
to her room and employed her spare time writing a long letter to her
father, and did not give Florence any more thought.

Meanwhile Mabel and Alice Cunningham, Mary Bateman, Bertha Kennedy, and
Edith King, one and all answered the English History questions; they
slipped them into envelopes, and put them into their desks.  They also
left the room, and Florence was alone in the school-room.

When she found herself so she threw back her head, uttered a great
yawn, and then glanced in despair at the ten very comprehensive
questions set by Sir John Wallis.

"I shall never answer them," she said to herself; "it is quite
impossible.  I have not the faintest idea what he means by question
five, for instance.  She hated Mary Queen of Scots, I know that, and
she got her to be imprisoned, I know that also; but what is the story
in connection with the Earl of Leicester?  I cannot, cannot remember
it.  Oh, how tiresome, how more than tiresome--this may lose me my
chance with the lucky three, for Alice Cunningham is trying quite hard,
and Edith King is having a regular fight over the matter; and of
course, there is no doubt that Kitty Sharston will be elected to try
for the Scholarship, but I--yes, I must be elected--I will; but what
shall I do?"

Florence paced restlessly up and down the school-room.  As she did so
she suddenly perceived with a quickening of her heart's pulses that
Kitty through an oversight had left the key in her desk; all the other
girls had locked their desks; but Kitty, who was generally careful
enough in this matter, had left the key in hers.

Nothing in all the world would be easier than for Florence to open
Kitty's desk, to take out the envelope which contained her replies to
the English History questions, and to glance at the momentous question
which related to the Earl of Leicester.  Right or wrong, Florence felt
she must stoop to this mean action.

"After all, being included in the lucky three does not mean winning the
Scholarship," she said to herself, "and I should so like to be one of
the three.  I think I will take one look; there is no one in the house
at present.  I saw Kitty cross the courtyard and go in the direction of
the garden not half an hour ago.  No one will know, and I shall have an
equal chance with the others; if not, I shall fail, and to fail now
would drive me mad."

Just at that moment Florence, who had approached the window in her
restless pacing up and down, saw the postboy enter the courtyard.  She
ran out to meet him.  He brought several letters, and amongst others
one for Florence from her mother.  She took it back with her to the
schoolroom.  Mrs. Aylmer's letters were never particularly cheerful,
but Florence opened it now with a slight degree of eagerness.

"I have good news for you, Florence," wrote her mother; "if you succeed
in being elected as one of the three who are to compete for Sir John
Wallis's Scholarship, I shall certainly contrive to give you a week at
Dawlish with me.  Of course, if you fail it will be utterly useless,
and I should not dream of wasting the money; so try your very best, my
dear child, for there is more in this than meets the eye.  It will make
the most immense difference in your life, my dear Florence, if you gain
this Scholarship, and also in the life of your affectionate mother.  I
may as well add here that your Aunt Susan becomes more intolerable day
by day, and it is extremely probable that she will soon cease to pay
your school fees at all.  If that is the case, my dear, I really do not
know what is to become of you, as I certainly cannot afford to meet
them.  Try your best for the Scholarship, dear.  If you win it write to
me immediately and I will send you the money to come home."

"What a chance!" thought Florence, as she finished reading the letter.
She folded it up and slipped it into her pocket; the next instant she
had crossed the room, had opened Kitty's desk, and taken out the
envelope with its folded sheet of paper within.  She unfolded the paper
and glanced at its contents.  One quick glance was sufficient.  She put
back the paper into the envelope, shut Kitty's desk, and returned to
her own.

Her cheeks were redder than ever and her heart was beating wildly, but
she knew what she wanted to know.  Florence folded up her own sheet of
paper, put it into its envelope, and laid it in her desk.  She felt
pretty certain now of being elected as one of the lucky three, and no
one need ever know that she had peeped at Kitty's answers.  After all,
but for this ridiculous and sudden prohibition on the part of Sir John
Wallis, Kitty would have helped her with her English History all the
afternoon.  Now, of course, she could not ask her, but never mind, she
knew what she wanted to know.

Her heart felt a little uncomfortable, and, notwithstanding the hope
that she might spend a week at Dawlish with her mother, to whom she was
devotedly attached, and the further hope of taking an honorable place
in the coming competition, she felt a queer sense of depression.

She was just preparing to leave the school-room when the door opened
and Mademoiselle Le Brun looked in.  She did not see Florence at first,
then she glanced at her and spoke hurriedly.

"I thought Kitty Sharston was here; I want her," she said.

"No," said Florence; "what is it; what do you want?"

"I have to give her a shilling back out of the change."

"A shilling out of the change; what do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing, my dear; I ought not to tell you; I owe her a shilling,
that's all."

"By the way, mademoiselle," said Florence, "I have not thanked you yet
for getting me that lovely ribbon.  How was it you managed to get it so
cheaply?"

Mademoiselle looked very knowing.

"I am glad you like it," she said; "it was not particularly cheap."

She left the room, although Florence called after her to stay.

Florence walked quickly to the window.  She looked out.  The sun was
still high in the heavens, for on this midsummer day it would take a
long time before the evening arrived.  Florence's heart beat harder
than ever, for suddenly her eyes were opened, and she knew how she had
got the cherry-colored ribbon.  Kitty had given it to her, and Florence
had stolen some of Kitty's knowledge and applied it to herself.

She hated herself for it, but not enough to retract what she had done.
She went up to her room, threw herself on the bed, and burst out crying.

Yes, she would stick to it now, but, all the same, she hated herself.
It was very unpleasant to be lowered in her own eyes, but she would go
through with the matter now, whatever befell.

The chance of going to Dawlish, the chance of winning the Scholarship,
meant too much to her; she must secure this good thing which had fallen
in her path at any cost.

The evening drew on apace, and the whole school was in a perfect fever
of excitement.  The girls came up to their different dormitories to
dress for the occasion.

Kitty, who was not too well provided with clothes, nevertheless did
possess one very smart evening frock.  It was made of lovely Indian
muslin, exquisitely embroidered and beautifully made.  She took it now
out of her trunk, and looked at it with admiration.  Her father had
bought this Indian muslin for her, having sent for it straight away to
India, and he had himself superintended the making of the beautiful
dress.

Kitty's fingers trembled now as she slipped the soft folds over her
head, and tucked in the spray of cherry-colored ribbons just above her
white satin belt, and then she tied back her hair with the same shiny
soft ribbon, and looked at her little pale face in the glass and
wondered how soon she would see her father again.

"Oh, father! father!" she thought, "I am going to try my hardest, my
very, very hardest, and all for your sake, and I'll be brave for your
sake, and three years won't be very long passing if I spend every
moment of the time in working my very hardest, and doing my very best
for you."

When she had finished her dressing she turned to help the other girls.
Mabel and Alice Cunningham were in soft pink dresses, a little paler in
shade than the cherry-colored ribbons which as a matter of course they
would wear, and one and all of the girls of the Upper school were
becomingly and suitably dressed, with the exception of poor Florence;
but Florence's muslin dress was coarse in texture and badly made, and
notwithstanding the soft cherry-colored ribbons, she did not look her
best.  Also her head ached, and she was in low spirits.

Kitty was particularly affectionate to Florence, and she asked her now
in an anxious tone how she had managed with regard to her English
History.

"I am so dreadfully sorry," she said; "I meant to give you such a
coaching in the reign of Queen Elizabeth all this afternoon, Florry,
but there, it can't be helped.  How did you manage, dear?  Do you think
you have answered all the questions?"

"Of course I have," answered Florence, in an almost cross voice, for
she could scarcely bear Kitty's affectionate manners just then.  "You
take me for a great dunce, Kitty, but I am not quite so bad as you
imagine."

"Oh, I know you are anything but a dunce," replied Kitty; "I don't take
you for one, I assure you, Florence, only I did hope that I might help
you in English History, for that is my strong point."

"You are quite conceited about it, I do believe," said Florence.
"There, don't pull my dress about any more.  Thank you, I like my
cherry bow here better than in my belt.  Don't touch me, please."

Florence hated herself beyond words for being so cross, but the fact
was her heart ached so badly she could scarcely be civil to Kitty.

She ran downstairs, and for the rest of the evening kept out of Kitty
Sharston's way.

Yes; it was a glorious evening, and everything passed off without a
hitch of any sort.  The guests consisted of all the best people in the
neighborhood.  They sat round and applauded all the girls, who danced
the minuet with becoming grace and looked very pretty as they glided
about on the lamp-lit lawn.

And then one or two of them recited, and one or two of them sang songs,
and then there was a great chorus in which all the girls joined, and
then they danced Sir Roger de Coverley to the merry strains of a string
band, and presently the great occasion of all came when the girls,
followed by the guests, entered the great central hall of Cherry Court,
and the prizes were given away.

Florence obtained two prizes, a beautiful edition of Scott's poems, and
also a little portfolio full of some pretty water-color drawings, for
Florence had a great taste for art, and had managed to come out at the
head of the school with her own water-color sketches.

The other girls also obtained prizes, all but Kitty Sharston, who was
not long enough in the school to be entitled to one.

Kitty found herself now close to Sir John Wallis, who motioned to her
to come up to his side, and pointed to a chair near where she could sit.

"I heard from your father this morning," he said, "and I mean to send
him a cable to Malta if you are elected as one of the fortunate three.
He expects to touch Malta on Saturday, and the cable will be waiting
for him with the good news, I make not the slightest doubt."

"Oh, will you?  How splendid of you!" said Kitty; "but perhaps I shall
not succeed."

"Oh, yes, I have no doubt you will.  Now, pluck up your courage, answer
your best; don't be a scrap afraid."

"But, Sir John, you must promise me one thing," said Kitty, looking
earnestly into his face.

"What is that, my dear?" asked Sir John, smiling down into the eager
little face.

"You won't favor me more than the other girls?  You'll be quite, quite
fair, and give the chance to those girls who are really in your opinion
the best?"

"I will, Kitty, I will," said Sir John; "do you think I could do
anything else as regards your father's daughter?  And now, child, the
time is up, and I am going into the oak parlor.  You will all follow me
in a moment."

Kitty never forgot the hour which was spent in the oak parlor with her
companions of the Upper school.  She did not know how she answered the
questions put with great animation by Sir John.  She only knew that her
heart was beating wildly, and she was thinking all the time of that
cablegram which would comfort her father when he reached Malta, and
resolving as surely girl never resolved before not to disappoint him,
to give him if she could, if it were any way within her power, that
supreme pleasure.  And so when the hour was over and the brief
examination was made, and the names of the successful competitors
called out, and Kitty Sharston's name appeared at the head of the list,
she could only look at Sir John, and think of the cablegram, and not
feel at all elated, although her companions clustered around her and
shook her hand and wished her joy.

The two other successful competitors were Florence Aylmer and Mary
Bateman.

Mrs. Clavering then read out certain rules which Sir John had made with
regard to the Scholarship, and soon afterwards the proceedings of the
evening broke up; the guests departed to their homes, carrying their
baskets of cherries with them; and Kitty, Florence and Mary were
surrounded by their companions, who wished them joy and cheered them
three times three, and took them up to their dormitory in triumph.




CHAPTER IX.

THE LITTLE MUMMY.

It was a week afterwards when Kitty stood at the gate of Cherry Court
School to wish Florence Aylmer good-bye, for Florence had obtained the
darling wish of her heart, and was on her way to Dawlish to spend a
week with her mother.  She was to travel third-class, and the journey
was a long one, and the day happened to be specially hot, but nothing
could damp Florence's delight, and Kitty, as she watched her, could not
help for a moment a slight pang of envy coming over her.

"Have a good time, Florry, and tell me all about it when you return,"
said Kitty.

And Florence promised, thinking Kitty a very good-natured, agreeable
girl as she did so, and then Kitty turned slowly back to the house and
Florence found herself alone.  She was driving in a hired chaise to
Hilchester railway-station.  She had said good-bye to Kitty and to Mrs.
Clavering, and her earnest wish was that the week might spread itself
into two or three, and that she could banish all thought of Kitty and
Mrs. Clavering and Cherry Court School from her mind.

"For, although I mean to win the Scholarship--yes, I shall win it; I
have made up my mind on that point--I cannot help more or less hating
Kitty Sharston, and Mrs. Clavering, and the school itself," thought the
girl.  "But there, I will forget every unpleasant thing now.  I have
not seen the little Mummy for a whole year; it will be heavenly to kiss
her again.  If there is anyone in the world whom I truly, truly love it
is the dear little Mummy."

All during her hot journey across England to the cool and delightful
watering-place of Dawlish, Florence thought more and more of her
mother.  She was an only child, her father having died when she was
five years old, and Mrs. Aylmer had always been terribly poor, and
Florence had always known what it was to stint and screw and do without
those things which were as the breath of life to most girls.  And
Florence was naturally not at all a contented girl, and she had fought
against her position, and disliked having to stint and screw, and she
had hated her shabby dress and unwieldy boots and ugly hats and coarse
fare.

But one portion of her lot abundantly contented her--she had no fault
to find with her mother.  The little Mummy was all that was perfection.
For her mother she would have done almost as much in her own way as
Kitty would do for her father in hers.

And now her heart beat high and her spirits rose as she approached
nearer hour by hour the shabby little home where her mother lived.

It was in the cool of a hot summer's evening that the train at last
drew up at Dawlish, and Mrs. Aylmer stood on the platform waiting to
receive her daughter.

Mrs. Aylmer was a plain dumpling sort of little body, with a perfectly
round face, and small beady black eyes.  She had a high color in each
of her cheeks and fluffy black hair pushed away from her high forehead.
She was dressed in widow's weeds, which were somewhat rusty, and she
now came forward with a beaming face to welcome Florence.

"Oh, Mummy, it is good to see you," said Florence.  She had a brusque
voice and a brusque manner, but nothing could keep the thrill out of
her words as she addressed her mother.

"I am not going to kiss you till we get into the cottage," she said.
"Here's my luggage--only one box, of course.  Oh, it is good to see
you, it is good!"

"Then come right off home, Florry," said Mrs. Aylmer; "I have got
shrimps for tea and some brown bread and butter, and Sukey made the
bread specially for you this morning; you always liked home-made bread.
Come along; the porter will bring your trunk in presently.  You'll see
to it, Peter, won't you?" said Mrs. Aylmer.

Peter, the rough-headed outside porter, nodded in reply, and Mrs.
Aylmer, leaning upon Florence, who was head and shoulders taller than
her parent, walked down the little shingly beach, and a moment
afterwards entered the cottage door.

"Dear Mummy," she said, "it is good to see you.  Now, turn round,
Mummy, and let us have a right good hearty stare.  Oh, you look just as
well as ever, sunburnt--so much the better.  Now then, for a hug."

Florence opened her arms, and the next moment little Mrs. Aylmer was
clasped to her daughter's breast.

"There, that's nice," said Florence, "that's a right hearty hug.  I am
so glad you are well, Mummy.  I am so thankful you were able to send me
the money; I hope I didn't screw you up very tight."

"Well, it did, Florence," replied Mrs. Aylmer; "I shall not be able to
have any meat for a whole month after you leave, dear.  That was the
way I managed, just docking the butcher's bill and the greengrocer's
bill.  I must have butter to my bread and milk in my tea, but the
greengrocer and the butcher will pay your third-class return fare to
the school.  There now, Flo, don't worry.  Come upstairs to our room;
you will share my bed, dear; I could not afford to have an extra room;
you will share my bed."

Florence followed her mother upstairs without a word.  The cottage was
a very, very tiny one, and, tiny as it was, Mrs. Aylmer only owned one
half of it.  She had a little sitting room downstairs, and a wee, wee
bedroom upstairs, and the use of the kitchen, and the use of Sukey's
time for so many hours every day, and that was about all.  But a
delicious sea breeze blew into the tiny sitting-room and filled the
little bed-room; and clematis and honey-suckle and climbing plants of
every description clustered around the windows, and Florence thought it
the dearest, sweetest, most fascinating place in the world.

"It is rather a small bed for two," she reflected, as she entered the
room, stooping to get beneath the lintel of the door; "but never mind,
it's Mummy's little room and Mummy's bed, and I am happy, happy as the
day is long."

So she tossed off her hat and washed her face and hands, and tidied her
hair, and went down to enjoy the honey and bread and fruit and shrimps
and tea with cream in it which Mrs. Aylmer had provided in honor of her
daughter's arrival.

"There," said Florence, "that was a hearty meal.  Now let us go out on
the beach, Mummy.  You will have a great deal to say to me, and I shall
have a great deal to say to you."

"It is exciting having you back, Flo," said Mrs. Aylmer, "and we must
make the week go as far as possible."

"We will sit up very late at night," said Florence, "and we will get up
very early in the morning, for we must talk, talk, talk every moment of
our precious time, except just the few hours necessary for sleep.  You
don't want much sleep, do you, Mummy?"

"Yes, but I do, my dear; I want my seven to eight hours' sleep within
the twenty-four hours, or I am just good for nothing.  I get muzzy in
the head unless I sleep enough.  Do you ever suffer from muzziness in
the head, dear?"

"That's just like one of your dear old-fashioned words," said Florence;
"if I did feel it I shouldn't be allowed to express it in that way at
school.  By the way, mother, what do you think of me?  Haven't I grown
a good lot?"

"Yes, you're a fine hearty girl, but you are not exactly beautiful,
Florry."

Florence's eyes fell and a discontented look crossed her face.  "How
can I look decent in these clothes?" she said; "but there, never mind,
you can't give me better, can you?"

"I, darling!  How could I?  I have not fifty pounds a year when all is
told, and I cannot do more with my money.  It's your Aunt Susan who is
to blame, Florence, and she is worse than ever.  I'll tell you all
about her to-morrow; we won't worry to-night, will we?"

"No; let us think of only pleasant things to-night," said Florence.

"Well, come down on the beach, Flo.  I am all agog to hear your news.
What is this about the Scholarship?"

"Oh, Mummy, need we talk of this either to-night?" said Florence,
frowning.

"Well, yes, I should like it," said Mrs. Aylmer; "you see, you know all
about it, and I don't.  You told me so little in your letter.  You
don't write half as long letters as you used to, Flo.  I wish you
would, for I have nothing else to divert me.  I have turned and
re-turned my best dress--I turned it upside down last year, and
downside up this year, and back to front and front to back, and I am
trimming it now with frills which I have cut another old skirt up to
make, and I really cannot do anything more with it.  It won't by
stylish, try as I will, and your Aunt Susan hasn't sent me a cast-off
of hers for the last two years.  It's very stingy of her, very stingy
indeed.  She sells her clothes now to a dealer in London who buys up
all sorts of wardrobes.  Before she found out this wardrobe-dealer I
used to get her cast-offs and managed quite nicely.  It's horrid of
her.  She is a very unamiable character.  Don't you ever take after
her, Florry, be sure you don't."

"I hate her quite as cordially as you do, mother; but now come along by
the shore and I'll tell you about the Scholarship, if you really wish
to know."

Which Florence did, with one arm clasped tightly round her mother's
waist, and Mrs. Aylmer almost danced by her daughter's side as she
listened, and tried to fancy herself nearly as young as Florence, and
was certainly quite as eager with regard to the winning of the great
Scholarship.

"You must get it," she said at last, after a pause; "it would make the
most tremendous, tremendous difference."

"Well, I mean to try," said Florence.

"And if you try, dear, you will succeed.  You're a very clever girl,
ain't you?"

"Don't say 'ain't,' mother; it is not quite----"

"Oh, don't you go to correct me, my love.  I can't help having the
rather rough ways of people with small means; but you are clever,
aren't you?"

"I believe I am in some things.  There are some things again which I
never can get into my head, try as I will.  I am a queer mixture."

"You are a darling old thing," said the mother, giving her arm an
affectionate squeeze.

"And you are the sweetest pet in the world," said Florence, glancing
down at her parent.  "Oh, it is good to be with you, Mummy, again."

"Well, darling, you'll get the prize, there's nothing to prevent it."

"There are several things to prevent it," said Florence, in a gloomy
voice.

"What, my dear, darling pet--what?"

"Well, for instance, there are two other girls."

"Oh, girls," said Mrs. Aylmer, in a contemptuous voice.  "I am not
going to be frightened by girls.  My Florence is equal to the best girl
that ever breathed."

"Yes, but mother, you cannot quite understand.  There's Kitty Sharston,
for instance."

"Kitty Sharston," said Mrs. Aylmer; "what about her?"

"Well, she is really clever, and everyone seems to wish her to win."

"I call that shocking unfair," said Mrs. Aylmer.

"It is, mother, but we cannot get over the fact.  She is a favorite
with the school, and I must own she is a jolly girl.  Now, what do you
think she did for me?"

"What, my darling?"

"You know the Cherry Feast?"

"Of course I do--have not you described it to me so often?  You would
make a wonderful writer, I believe, you would make a lot of money
writing stories, Florence."

"No, I wouldn't, Mummy, not really.  It takes a good deal to be a good
story-writer."

"Well, go on, pet, I am all agog to hear."

So Florence related also the story of the cherry ribbons.

"Wasn't it like Aunt Susan?" she said.

"Just," exclaimed the mother; "the stingiest old cat in existence."

"And wasn't it nice of Kitty, and didn't she do it well?" said
Florence.  "Oh, she is a splendid girl, and I ought not to hate her."

"But you do hate her?"

"I am afraid I do sometimes."

"And I'm not a bit surprised, dear, coming between you and this great
chance.  But, oh, Florry, you must win, it is all-important; I'll tell
you why to-morrow.  There is a letter from your Aunt Susan which will
take some of the pleasure out of this little visit, but it makes the
Scholarship absolutely essential.  I'll tell you all about it
to-morrow."




CHAPTER X.

AUNT SUSAN.

Florence slept soundly that night, and awoke the next morning in the
highest of spirits and the best of health.

"It is wonderful, Mummy," she said, "how you and I can squeeze into
this camp bed, but there, I never moved all night; it was delicious to
have you so close to me.  I cannot understand why I love you as I do,
for you are a very plain, ordinary sort of woman."

"I never was anything else," replied Mrs. Aylmer, by no means offended
by Florence's frank remarks.  "Your poor father always said, 'It's your
heart, not your face, that has won me, Mabel.'  Your poor father had a
great deal of pretty sentiment about him, but I am matter-of-fact to
the backbone.  There, child, jump up now and get dressed, and I'll go
down and prepare the breakfast.  Sukey is rather cross this morning,
and I always make the coffee myself."

Mrs. Aylmer bustled out of the room, and Florence slowly rose and
dressed.

"I wonder what mother would think of me," she said to herself, "if she
knew how I really secured my present position as one of the lucky
three; I wonder what mother would think about it.  Would she be
terribly shocked?  I doubt if the little Mummy has the highest
principles in the world; in fact, I don't doubt, for I am quite certain
that the Mummy's principles are a little lax, but there, she is the
Mummy, and I love her.  What a queer thing love is, for Mummy is not
the highest-souled woman, nor the most beautiful in the world.  Still,
she is the Mummy, and I love her."

So Florence finished dressing and ran downstairs, and enjoyed a hearty
breakfast of brown bread and butter, honey, and delicious coffee.

"I can't do much for you in the meat line, my dear," said her parent.
"I don't indulge in meat more than once a week myself, but we'll take
it out in fish.  Fish is cheap and plentiful in Dawlish, and we can get
dear little crabs for fourpence apiece."

"Oh, lovely," said Florence; "I adore crabs."

"We will go down to the fishwife after breakfast, and get her to boil
some for us in time for supper," said the mother; "and now, Florence,
if you are quite disposed to listen, I may as well get over this bad
business."

"You allude to Aunt Susan, of course?" said Florence.

"Yes, my dear child, to her last letter.  I could not read it to you,
for really the tone is that aggravating it would make milk turn, and I
know the contents by heart."

"What are they, mother?  You may as well tell me; I am pretty well
accustomed to bad news.  Is she going to make your screw still smaller?"

"No, she says nothing about that.  Florence, child, I wish it had been
the will of Providence to have spared my brother, for if your Uncle Tom
had lived I would not be in the sordid state I am now.  If one of them
had to go, why wasn't it your Aunt Susan?"

"She is not my real aunt, you know," said Florence.

"That's just it, dear, but she owns the money.  Now, if she had left it
to Tom he would have had me to live with him.  I doubt, after his
experience with your Aunt Susan, if he would ever have taken a second
wife, and you and I would have had plenty."

"Dear me, mother," said Florence, frowning slightly, "what is the good
of going over that now?  Uncle Tom has been in his grave for the last
six years, hasn't he? and Aunt Susan rules the roost.  It's Aunt Susan
we have got to think about.  What did she say in that unpleasant
letter?"

"Something about stocks and shares and dividends, dear--that her
dividends are not coming in as well as usual, and that in consequence
her income is not so large, and she finds it a great strain keeping
you, Florry, at that expensive school."

"Oh, well, that's all arranged," said Florence, in a somewhat nervous
voice.

"My dear Florry, don't you bear yourself up with false hopes and false
ideas, for it seems, according to your Aunt Susan's letter, that the
thing is not arranged at all.  In fact, she declares positively that
she won't keep you at Cherry Court School longer than another term."

"What, mother?"

"She says so, my love.  I am sorry to have to tell you, but it is a
fact.  She says that you are going on sixteen, and that at sixteen you
ought to be a very good pupil teacher at another school, where your
services would be given in lieu of payment.  She says she knows a
school in the country where you would be taken, a place called Stoneley
Hall, where there are sixty girls.  It is up amongst the Yorkshire
moors, in the dreariest spot, I make no doubt.  Well, in her letter she
said that she had arranged that you are to go to Stoneley Hall at
Christmas, and that the next term is your last at Cherry Court School."

"If I win the Scholarship I need not do that," said Florence.

"No, no, dear, that's just it; and she says also that when she removes
you from Cherry Court School she will allow me fifteen pounds a year
more than I have at present, which will make my income of sixty-five
pounds instead of fifty.  I mean to give you that fifteen pounds a year
to buy your clothes with, Florry.  You shall have that, my poor dear
child, whatever happens.  I think you can dress yourself quite neatly
on that."

"I should judge from the sort of clothes I have now," said Florence,
giving her foot a pettish kick against the obnoxious blue serge, "I
should judge they did not cost five pounds a year.  Yes, the fifteen
pounds would be delicious; and you would give it to me, Mummy?"

"Well, of course, darling, because you would have no income of your own
at Stoneley Hall for the first two years, and after that it depends
altogether on what you can do.  You are not half educated yet, are you
Florence?"

"Of course not, mother; a girl of fifteen is not educated, as a rule."

"That's just it, but your Aunt Susan does not care a bit.  She reminds
me in her horrid letter, that you are not her own niece at all, and
that very few women would be as kind to her husband's people as she is
to you and me.  She says frankly----"

"Oh, what an odious frank way she has!" interrupted Florence.

"She says frankly," pursued Mrs. Aylmer, wiping the moisture from her
brow as she spoke, "that we are the greatest worry to her, both of us,
and that she does not care a pin for either of us, but that she does
not want to have it said that her husband's people are in the
workhouse, and that is why she is doing what she is doing."

"Oh, Mummy," said Florence, "can you bear her?  When you tell me those
sort of things I just long to throw her gifts in her face and to say
boldly, 'We won't take another halfpenny from you, we will go to the
workhouse to spite you, we'll tell every one we can that we are
connected with you.  Yes, we'll go to the workhouse to spite you.'"

"That's all very well, Florence," replied Mrs. Aylmer, rising as she
spoke and shaking the crumbs from her dress outside the window.  "I
doubt if it would vex your Aunt Susan very much, and it would vex us a
considerable deal, my love.  Your Aunt Susan's relations might not even
hear of it, and we would be miserable and disgraced for ever.  No, we
must swallow our pride and take her money; there is no help for it.
But if you get the Scholarship, Flo, she is the kind of woman who would
be proud of you, she is really.  If she thought you had any gift she
would turn round in jiffy and begin to spend money properly on you.
She asked me in her last letter what sort of girl you were growing up,
and if you had a chance of being handsome, for, said she, 'if Florence
is really handsome, I might take a house in London and give her a
season.  I enjoy taking handsome girls about, and I am a right good
matchmaker.'  That is what she said, the horrid old cat.  But you are
not handsome, Florry, not a bit."

"I know," replied Florence, "I know.  Well, mother, we must make the
best of things.  You may be certain I won't leave a stone unturned to
get the Scholarship."

"You will get it, dear, and then your education will be secured, and by
and by you will get a post as governess, a good post in some
fashionable family, and perhaps you would meet a nice young man who
would fall in love with you.  They do over and over in the
story-books--the nice young man, the heir to big properties, meets the
governess girl and falls in love with her, and then she gets a much
higher position than her employer's daughters.  That is what I would
aim for if I were you, Florry."

"Oh, dear me, mother," said Florence.  She stared very hard at the
round face of her parent, and wondered down deep in her heart why she
was so very fond of Mummy.  "Let us go out and have a walk," she said,
restlessly; "let us visit the little shrimp-woman; I'd like to see her
and all the old haunts again."

"But before we go," said Mrs. Aylmer, "tell me, my darling, why are you
nervous, why you fear you may not get the Scholarship."

"I told you last night, mother--can't you understand?  I am your one
pet chicken, but I am not anything at all really in the eyes of the
world.  I am not beautiful and I am not specially clever."

"But you got amongst the lucky three, as you call them; you must be
clever to have done that."

Florence stared very hard at her mother; her face went a little pale
and then red.

"What is the matter, Flo?  Why do you stare at me like that?"

"I am going to tell you something if you will never tell back again."

"What is it, dear?  Really, Flo, you make me quite uncomfortable; you
have got a very bold way of staring, love."

"I am going to tell you something," repeated Florence; "I got into the
lucky three because I was mean.  I did a mean, shabby, low thing,
Mummy."

"Oh, no, no," said Mrs. Aylmer, restlessly, "no, no, darling."

"I did, mother," said Florence, and now her lips trembled.  "I did
something very mean, and I did it to the girl who gave me those lovely
cherry ribbons."

"That spoilt chit--Kitty Sharston you call her?"

"Yes, that girl.  I opened her desk and looked at an answer which she
put to a certain question in English History which I did not know
myself.  If I had not answered that question I make no doubt I should
not have been included in the lucky three."

"Well, well," said Mrs. Aylmer.  She looked restless and disturbed.
She went again to the little window and looked out.  "I don't see how
you can help yourself," she said.

"But it was a mean thing, wasn't it, mother?"

"Poor people cannot help themselves," said the widow, in a restless
voice, "but I wish you hadn't told me, Florence; it was--it was the
sort of thing that your poor father would not have done; but there, you
couldn't help yourself, of course."

"Then you don't think, mother, that I ought to tell Mrs. Clavering?"
said Florence.

"Tell and give up your chance!  No, no, no; that is the disadvantage of
being so poor, one has to stoop sometimes.  Your father would not have
done it, but you could not help yourself.  Come out, child, come out."

The mother and daughter wandered along the beach.  They visited the
shrimp-woman and then sat under the shade of a big rock and looked at
the dancing waves, and talked of Florence's chance of winning the
coming Scholarship.

By tacit consent they neither of them alluded to that shabby deed which
Florence had done; they were both in their hearts of hearts
uncomfortable about it, but both equally resolved to carry the thing
through now.

"For it is too important," thought Mrs. Aylmer.

And Florence also thought, "It is too important, it means too much; I
must take every chance of securing the Scholarship."

The two ladies returned home rather late, and there, to their
astonishment, they found a telegram waiting them.  It was addressed to
Mrs. Aylmer.  She tore it open eagerly and uttered an exclamation.

"There, Florry," she said, "read that."

Florence took the thin pink sheet and read the following words:

"Staying at Torquay.  Going back to London to-morrow.  Will put up at
the hotel at Dawlish for one night on purpose to see Florence.--SUSAN."

"There," said the mother, "there's a chance for you, Flo; I hope you
have brought a decent dress.  Perhaps she will do something now that
she sees you; it is a wonderful chance.  Dear, dear, dear!  I have not
seen Susan for three or four years.  She was a stylish woman in her
day; perhaps she'll give me one or two of her cast-offs."

"Mother," said Florence, "we must make the best of things.  You must
look nice and I must look nice, and we won't plead poverty.  I feel
proud in the presence of Aunt Susan.  I am sorry she is coming; I may
as well say so frankly."

"But it's a great chance, child," said the widow; "what do you think
about inviting her here to tea?"

"Nonsense, mother," replied the daughter; "she ought to invite us to
tea."

"I wonder if she will.  I wonder which hotel she'll go to.  There is a
splendid one on the beach, the 'Crown and Garter.'  It would be very
stylish to be seen going there, and Sukey would think a great deal more
of me and also my friends, the Pratts, if they knew that we had tea'd
or lunched at the 'Crown and Garter.'  I hope she will ask me.  But
then, on the other hand, to see Susan in the cottage--she would
probably drive up in a carriage and pair--I really wonder which would
be best.  It would have a great effect on the neighbors.  I have spoken
to them of my grand relations, but somehow, seeing is believing.  It's
wonderfully exciting--her coming, isn't it, Flo?"

But Florry had walked to the window and was looking out with a shade of
disgust on her brow.  The Mummy was the Mummy, but she certainly needed
repression.  Even if you had those sort of sentiments, if you were
educated at all you would keep them to yourself.

The rest of the evening was spent in considerable excitement on the
part of Mrs. Aylmer.  Much as she professed to dislike her
sister-in-law, Susan Aylmer, the thought of seeing her caused much more
commotion than she had experienced at the thought of welcoming Florence
home.

Florence was a dear old thing and her own daughter, but then she
depended on Susan for her bread.  Early on the following morning she
was seen to put on her best and much-turned dress.

She went to the shop and even committed the great extravagance of
getting a new white widow's front for her bonnet, and also a pair of
new black silk gloves, and then she waited restlessly until the arrival
of Mrs. Aylmer.

Mrs. Aylmer arrived in state by a train which reached Dawlish about
noon, and the other Mrs. Aylmer--the poor one--and her daughter
Florence watched her from afar.

"There she is," said Mrs. Aylmer the less, as she might truly be
called, "there she is, Flo.  She's grown stouter than ever, she
promises to be a very large woman in her old age; and what a pompous
way she does walk!  I do declare--well, that beats everything--she is
walking to the hotel, not even taking a carriage.  That's just like
Susan.  Come, Flo, we'll go toward and speak to her; there's no good in
having relations and keeping one's self in the background.  Follow me,
my dear, and pull yourself up and look as nice as you can.  Everything
depends on your aunt's first impression of you.  Just push your hat
straight--there, that's better; now come along."

Mrs. Aylmer and Florence pushed their way through a crowd of people who
had just arrived, and a moment later Mrs. Aylmer the less and Mrs.
Aylmer the great were shaking hands in greeting.

"How do you do, Mabel?" said Mrs. Aylmer the great, "and is this your
daughter?"  A pair of light blue eyes traveled all over Florence from
the crown of her head to the sole of her foot.  "I'll see you both at
the hotel," said Mrs. Aylmer, in a gracious tone, "after I have had
lunch.  I shall want a little rest immediately after, but don't keep me
waiting.  I shall expect you at three o'clock."

"Come home, Flo," said Mrs. Aylmer the less.  "We must not disturb you,
of course, Susan, and we'll be punctual to the moment.  What do you
think of her, Flo?" said the widow, as soon as she and her daughter
were out of sight.

"I think she looks horrid, mother, just as she always did.  How well I
remember going to see her shortly after poor father died, and how she
used to make you cry, and how cold she always was, and what miserable
tea she gave us!  We had better ask her to a meal unless we want to be
starved, Mummy, dear."

"I can't afford it really, Flo, and she would remark upon every luxury
we had at the table.  She would write to me afterwards and say, 'From
the style of your meal,' etc."

"Oh, don't mother; I wish she hadn't come," said Florence.  "You and I
could have been quite happy and cosy alone, but now she will contrive
to make us truly miserable."

"She has come for a reason," said Mrs. Aylmer, solemnly, "and it
behooves you, Flo, to put your best foot foremost.  I have got a nice
little white jacket for you to wear this afternoon, and white becomes
you very much."

"A white jacket!  What sort?" said Florence.

"One that your aunt sent me two years back, and which I altered by a
pattern of yours.  You can wear it with that serge dress, and you will
look quite cool and nice.  Now then, darling, let us have our own
dinner, because we must be punctual; it would never do to keep Susan
waiting."

Neither of the ladies did keep Aunt Susan waiting.  They arrived at the
hotel, which turned out to be the "Crown and Garter," just as the great
clock in the hall struck three.

Mrs. Aylmer had never been inside the "Crown and Garter," and she now
looked around her with intense pleasure, and when one of the waiters
came forward asked him in a pompous voice for "my sister-in-law, Mrs.
Aylmer."

The man withdrew, to return in a moment or two to say that Mrs. Aylmer
was in her private sitting-room, number 24, and would see the ladies
immediately.




CHAPTER XI.

"I ALWAYS ADMIRED FRANKNESS."

"Hold your head up, Flo, and don't be nervous," whispered the widow, as
they walked down the long corridor, the waiter going in front.  He
paused opposite number 24, flung the door open, and announced in a loud
voice, "Mrs. Aylmer and Miss Florence Aylmer," and then shut the door
behind the two ladies.

The widow walked nervously up the room and then stood confronting her
sister-in-law.  The elder Mrs. Aylmer had just risen from a sofa on
which she had been lying.  Mrs. Aylmer the less was quite right in
prophesying her sister-in-law would be a large woman in the future; she
was a large woman now, stoutly built and very fat about the face.  Her
face was pasty in complexion without a scrap of color in it, and her
eyes were of too light a blue to redeem the general insipidity of her
appearance; but when she spoke that insipidity vanished, for her lips
were very firm, and were apt to utter incisive words, and at such
moments her pale blue eyes would flash with a light fire which was full
of sarcasm, and might even rise to positive cruelty.

"Sit down, Mabel," she said to Mrs. Aylmer.  "Now Florence, I wish to
say a few words to you.  You will have tea with me, of course, Mabel,
you and your daughter."

"Thank you very much indeed, Susan," said Mrs. Aylmer the less.  "It
will be a real treat," she added _sotto voce_, but loud enough for her
sister-in-law to hear.

"H'm!  I have tea at four o'clock," said Mrs. Aylmer the great; "I will
just ring the bell and give orders; then we shall have time for a nice
comfortable conversation.  My dear," she added, turning to her niece,
"would you oblige me by ringing that bell?"

Florence rose and did so.  There was an ominous silence between the
three until the waiter appeared to answer the summons.

"Three cups of tea and some thin bread and butter at four o'clock,"
said Mrs. Aylmer the great, in an icy tone of command.

The waiter said, "Yes, ma'am," bowed, and withdrew.

Mrs. Aylmer the less thought of the hearty tea she and Florence would
make at home, the shrimps and the brown bread and butter, and the honey
and the strong tea with a little cream to flavor it; nevertheless, her
beady black eyes were fixed on her sister-in-law now with a look which
almost signified adoration.

"Don't stare so much, Mabel," said Mrs. Aylmer; "you have not lost that
unpleasant habit; you always had it from the time I first knew you, and
I see your daughter has inherited it.  Now then, Florence, to business."

"Yes, aunt, to business," replied Florence, very brusquely.

Mrs. Aylmer stared at her niece.

"You speak in a very free-and-easy way," she said, "considering your
circumstances."

Florence colored angrily.

"My circumstances," she answered; "I don't quite understand."

"Has not your mother told you about my, alas! unavoidable change of
plans?"

"I have, Susan, I have," said the widow, in an eager, deprecating
voice.  "I told dear Florry the day after her arrival.  By doing
without meat and fruits and vegetables I contrived to pay her
third-class fare from Cherry Court School to Dawlish, and on the night
of her arrival I told her about your sensible letter."

"H'm, I am glad you think it sensible," said Mrs. Aylmer; "sensible or
not, it is unavoidable.  You leave Cherry Court School at the end of
next term, Florence, and I am about to write to your governess, Mrs.
Clavering, to give her due notice of your removal.  I hope, my dear,
you have profited much by the excellent education which I have given
you during the last three years."

"I don't know that," replied Florence, in a sulky tone.  "Where is the
good," she said to herself, "of trying to please this horrid Aunt
Susan, and I quite hate Mummy to fawn on her the way she is doing.  I
at least cannot stoop to it.  No; and I will not."

"You have not profited by your time at school," replied Mrs. Aylmer the
great; "what do you mean?"

"I have done my best, of course," replied Florence, "but I am quite a
young girl still, only just fifteen.  Girls of fifteen are not
educated, are they, Aunt Susan?  Were you educated when you were
fifteen?"

"Oh, Flo, Flo," said the mother, in a voice of agony; "pray do forgive
her, Susan."

"I wish you wouldn't interrupt, Mabel," said Mrs. Aylmer, lying back in
her luxurious chair as she spoke, and folding her fat hands across her
lap.  "I like Florence to speak out.  I hate people to fawn on me."

"Dear! dear!" said Mrs. Aylmer the less.  She rolled her black eyes,
then lowered them and fixed them on the carpet.  It was impossible to
understand Susan, she was a most extraordinary woman.  If, after all,
Florry was on the right track and won the day!

"Girls of fifteen are not specially well educated," proceeded Mrs.
Aylmer, fixing her eyes again upon Florence's face, which was now a
little red; "and I don't intend your education to be finished.  I have
been fortunate enough to gain you admittance into an excellent school
for the daughters of the poor clergy.  You are to go as a pupil
teacher; you will not receive any remuneration for the first two years,
but you can continue to have lessons in music, French, and German."

"And what about English?" said Florence.

"You are to impart English.  I conclude that at your age you at least
know your mother tongue thoroughly."

"But that's just it, I do not," said Florence.  "I know French fairly
well for a girl of my age, and I have a smattering of German, and am
fairly fond of music.  I don't care for English History nor English
Literature, and I have not studied either of them; and my grammar is
very weak, and my spelling--well, Aunt Susan, I can't spell properly.
I am sorry, but I inherit bad spelling from my mother."

"Oh, Florence!" cried the poor little widow.

"I do, Mummy; you know perfectly well that you have never yet spelt
'arrange' right, nor 'agreeable.' You always leave out one of the 'e's'
in the middle of agreeable.  Oh, I have had such a fight with those two
words, and I do inherit my bad spelling from you.  Well, Aunt Susan,
what more do you wish me to say?"

"I cannot admire your manners, Florence, and as to your appearance, it
leaves very much to be desired."

Mrs. Aylmer looked very calmly all over Florence.  Florence suddenly
sprang to her feet, her temper was getting the better of her.  She
inherited her temper, not from her mother, for the little Mummy had the
easiest-going temper in the world, but from her father.  John Aylmer
when he was alive had been known to plead his own cause with effect on
more than one occasion, and now some of his spirit animated his young
daughter.  She rose to her feet and spoke hastily.

"I am not good-looking," she said, "and I know it; I cannot help my
features, God gave them to me and I must be content with them.  My nose
is snub and my mouth is wide, but I have got some good points, and if I
were your daughter, Aunt Susan--and I am heartily glad I'm not your
daughter; I would much, much rather be Mummy's daughter, poor as she
is--but if I were your daughter you would dress me in such a fashion
that my good points would come out, for I have good points; a nice
complexion, fine hair and plenty of it, and fairly good eyes, and my
figure would not look clumsy if I wore proper stays and properly-made
dresses; and my feet would not be like clodhoppers, if I had fine
well-made boots and silk stockings; and my hands----"

"You need not proceed, Florence," said Mrs. Aylmer, rising abruptly.
"Mabel, I pity you; I should like to wash my hands of your daughter,
but I cannot forget my promise to my poor dead husband, who begged me
on his deathbed not to allow either of you to starve.  'For the sake of
the family, Susan,' he said, 'don't let my sister-in-law Mabel and her
daughter Florence go to the workhouse.'  And I promised him, and I mean
as long as the breath animates this feeble frame to keep my word.

"As long as I live, Mabel, your fifty pounds a year is secured to you,
and I shall allow you, after Florence leaves that expensive school,
which has cost me from one hundred and twenty to a hundred and forty
pounds a year, to give you an additional fifteen pounds, thus raising
your income to the very creditable one of sixty-five pounds per annum.
As to you, Florence, having gone to the enormous expense of your
education and having placed you at Mrs. Goodwin's excellent school at
Stoneley Hall as pupil teacher, I wash my hands of you."

"Very well, Aunt Susan, that's all right," replied Florence.  "I never
did like you and I like you less every time I see you, but I want to
say something on my own account.  It is quite possible that I may not
go to Mrs. Goodwin's school at Stoneley Hall.  There is a chance that I
may be able to remain at Cherry Court School quite independent of you,
Aunt Susan."

"Yes, Flo, that's right," said Mrs. Aylmer the less, rising now to her
feet and giving her daughter an admiring glance.  "I always knew you
had spirit, my darling; you inherit it from your poor dear father.  If
John were alive he would be proud of you, now, Flo.  Tell about the
Scholarship, Florry, my pet; tell about the Scholarship, dear."

Mrs. Aylmer the great was now so speechless with astonishment that she
did not open her lips.  Florence turned and faced her.

"It is your fault that I am plain," she said, "you have not done what
my uncle asked you to do.  You have paid my fees at school, but you
have not made it possible for me to grow up nice in any sense of the
word.  You have always thrown your gifts in my face, and you have never
given me decent clothes to wear.  It is very hard on a girl to be
dressed as shabbily as I am, and to be twitted by her companions for
what she cannot help; and although you kept me at Cherry Court School,
there have been times over and over when I hated you, Aunt Susan, and
but for my dear little Mummy I would have left the school and earned my
bread as a dressmaker or a servant.  But there is a chance that I may
continue to be a lady and hold the position I was born to without any
help from you.  A great Scholarship has been offered to the girls of
Cherry Court School.  It is offered by Sir John Wallis, the owner of
Cherry Court Park."

"Sir John Wallis!  The owner of Cherry Court Park!  Why, I know him,"
said Mrs. Aylmer.  "I was staying in the same house with him last
year--a most charming man, delightful, good-looking, most agreeable
manners, and such a brave soldier!  Do you mean to tell me, Florence,
that you know him?"

"He is the patron of our school; I thought you were aware of that
fact," said Florence.

"Your manners, my dear, are simply odious, but I listen to your words
with interest.  Ah! here comes the tea.  Put it on that table, waiter!"

The waiter appeared, carrying the tray waiter-fashion on his hand.  It
contained three very small cups of weak tea, and about five tiny wafers
of the thinnest bread and butter.  There was a little sky-blue milk in
a jug, and a few lumps of sugar in a little silver basin.  Mrs. Aylmer
glanced at the meal as if she were about to give her sister-in-law and
her niece a royal feast.  "This is most exciting," she said; "we will
enjoy our tea when you, Florence, have explained yourself.  So you know
Sir John Wallis.  When you see him again pray remember me to him."

"Oh, I don't know him personally," said Florence; "there is a girl at
the school he is very fond of, but I just go in with the others.  He is
giving the Scholarship, however."

"Go on, my dear; you interest me immensely.  With judicious dress and a
little attention to manners, you might be more presentable than I
thought you were at first, Florence.  Take this chair near me; now go
on.  What has dear Sir John done?"

"He is offering a Scholarship to the girls of Cherry Court School, and
the girl who wins the Scholarship is to receive a free education for
three years," said Florence.  "I am trying for the Scholarship, and if
I win it I shall remain at Cherry Court School for three years at Sir
John's expense.  I shall be known as the Cherry Court Scholarship girl,
and be much respected by my companions; so you, Aunt Susan, will have
nothing to say to my subsequent education.  I shall be very pleased to
wash my hands of you.  I think, Mummy, that is about all, and we had
better go now.  There will be a better tea for us at home, and I for
one am rather hungry."

Mrs. Aylmer the great was quite silent for a moment, then she spoke in
a changed voice.

"Florence," she said, "you need much correction; you are a very
bombastic, disagreeable, silly, ignorant girl, but I will own it--I do
admire spirit, you have a look of your father, and I was very fond of
poor John; not as fond of him as I was of my own dear Tom, but still I
respected him.  Had he lived you would have been a different girl, but
your unfortunate mother--"

"If you say a word against mother I shall leave the room this instant,
and never speak to you again," said Florence.

"Really, my dear, you do go a little beyond yourself--I who have done
so much for you; but that Scholarship is interesting.  Florence, you
had better go home; I will have a word with your mother by herself.
First of all, however, are you likely to win it?"

"I vow that I'll get it," said Florence.

"Florence is really clever, dear Susan," said Mrs. Aylmer the less, now
bursting in in an irrepressible voice; "I believe Sir John is much
struck with her.  He did an extraordinary thing, and at the Cherry
Feast, which always ends the summer term at the school, had a
preliminary examination, and dear Flo, with two other girls, is
eligible to compete for the great Scholarship.  They call themselves
the lucky three--their names are Kitty Sharston, Mary Bateman, and
Florry.  Yes, Florence is very clever."

"She has a good-shaped forehead," said Mrs. Aylmer; "I greatly admire
genius.  You can go, Florence; I'll speak to your mother."

"I think you had better come too, Mummy," said Florence; "surely it is
not necessary for you to remain."

But Mrs. Aylmer glanced at her sister-in-law and then at Florence, and
decided to remain.

"No, no, dear child," she said, "I have a great deal to say to your
Aunt Susan; she has the kindest heart in the world, and the fact is, I
am looking forward to my cup of tea.  What delicious tea it looks!  It
is so kind of you, Susan, to give it to me."

Florence stalked to the door without a word, opened it, and shut it
after her.  When she had done so the widow glanced at the rich Mrs.
Aylmer.

"You must forgive the dear child, Susan," she said.

"Forgive her! there is nothing to forgive," said Mrs. Aylmer.

"But she was very rude to you."

"I prefer her rudeness to your fawning, Mabel, and that I will say
frankly."

"Fawning!  Dear Susan, you certainly have a very peculiar way, but
there--"

"We need not talk about my ways; my ways are my own.  I wish to say
something now.  If my niece Florence wins the Scholarship, after her
term at Cherry Court has expired I shall send her abroad for two years,
paying all expenses of her education there.  On her return, if she
turns out to be a highly-educated, stylish woman, I shall take her to
live with me, taking a house in London and giving her every advantage.
I intended to do this for Florence if she turned out good-looking; she
will never be good-looking, but she may be a genius which is equally
interesting.  All depends on her winning the Scholarship.  If she loses
it she goes to Mrs. Goodwin's school at Stoneley Hall, having clearly
proved to me that her abilities are not above the average.  If she wins
it I do what I say, and in the meantime I wish you, my dear Mabel, to
get her one or two pretty dresses, a nice hat, and a few suitable
clothes.  Or, stay, I have not the least doubt that your taste is
atrocious; give me her measurements, and I shall write to my own
dressmaker in London.  Florence shall return to Cherry Court School as
my niece, and I will write to Sir John Wallis myself with regard to
her.  Now, I think that is all.  Oh, you would like your tea.  Take it,
pray, and hand me a cup.  That silly girl! but I always did admire
frankness."




CHAPTER XII.

THE FAIRY BOX.

The rest of the week at Dawlish passed on the wings of speed.

Mrs. Aylmer took her departure on the following morning, and neither
the little Mummy nor Florence saw her again, but at the end of the week
a box arrived at the widow's cottage.  It was a wooden box carefully
nailed down, and labelled: "This side up with care." It was addressed
to Miss Florence Aylmer, and caused intense excitement, not only in the
breast of Florence herself and Mrs. Aylmer, but also in that of Sukey
and the near neighbors, for Mrs. Aylmer's tongue had not been idle
during the few days which had passed since her sister-in-law's visit,
and the intentions of Aunt Susan with regard to Florence had been
freely talked over and commented on.

Nothing was said about the Scholarship.  Mrs. Aylmer thought it just as
well to leave that out.  Her remarks were to the following effect:

"Florence is about to be adopted by her very wealthy aunt; she is
already keeping her at a good school, and is about to send her some
suitable dresses.  In the end she will doubtless leave her her fortune."

After this Sukey and the neighbors looked with great respect at
Florence, who for her part had never felt so cross in her life as when
these hints were made.

"Mummy," she said once to her parent, "if I want to keep my
self-respect I ought to refuse those clothes and give up Aunt Susan."

"My dear child, what do you mean?  If you wanted to keep your
self-respect!  My dear Florence, are you mad?"

"Alas, mother, I fear I am mad," replied the girl, "for I do intend to
accept Aunt Susan's bounty.  I will wear her pretty dresses, and all
the other things she happens to send me, and I will take her money and
do my best, my very best, to get the Scholarship; but all the same,
mother, I shall do it meanly, I know I shall do it meanly.  It would be
better for me to give up the Scholarship and go as a poor girl to
Stoneley Hall.  Mother, there is such a thing as lowering yourself in
your own eyes, and I feel bad, bad about this."

Florence made these remarks on the evening the box arrived.  The box
was in the tiny sitting-room still unopened.  Mrs. Aylmer was regarding
it with flushed cheeks, and now after Florence's words she suddenly
burst into tears.

"You try me terribly, Flo," she said, "and I have struggled so hard for
your sake.  This is such a splendid chance: all your future secured and
I, my darling, relieved of the misery of feeling that you are
unprovided for.  Oh, Flo, for my sake be sensible."

"I will do anything for you, mother," said Florence, whose own eyes had
a suspicion of tears in them.  "It was just a passing weakness, and I
am all right now.  Yes, I will get the Scholarship, and I will stoop to
Aunt Susan's ways--I will cringe to her if necessary; I will do my best
to propitiate Sir John Wallis, and I will act like a snob in every
sense of the word.  There now, Mummy, I see you are dying to have the
box opened.  We will open it and see what it contains."

"First of all, kiss me, Florry," said Mrs. Aylmer.

Florence rose, went up to her mother, took her in her arms, and kissed
her two or three times, but there was not that passion in the embrace,
that pure _abandon_ of love which Florence's first kiss when she
arrived at Dawlish had been so full of.

"Now, then," she said, in a hasty voice, "let us get the screwdriver
and open the box.  This is exciting; I wonder what sort of taste Aunt
Susan's dressmaker has."

"Exquisite, you may be sure, dear.  There, there, I am all trembling to
see the things, and Sukey must have a peep, mustn't she, Flo?"

"If I acted as I ought," said Florence, "I would take this box just as
it stands unopened to Cherry Court School to-morrow."

"Oh, no, my dear; you could not think of doing such a thing; it would
be so unkind to me.  I shall dream of you in your pretty dresses, my
love."

Florence said nothing more; she took the screwdriver from her mother,
and proceeded to open the box.

Inside lay fold after fold of tissue paper.  This was lifted away and
then the first dress appeared to view.  It was a soft shimmering silk
of light texture, fashionably made and very girlish and simple.
Florence could not help trembling when she saw it.  All her scruples
vanished at the first sight of the lovely clothes, and she took them
out one by one to gaze at them in amazed delight.

The silk dress was followed by a flowered barege, and this by one or
two cottons, all equally well made, quite suitable for a young girl,
and the sort of dress which would give to Florence's somewhat clumsy
figure a new grace.  Under the three lighter dresses was a very plain
but smartly-made thin blue serge, altogether different from the sort of
serge which Florence had worn up to the present.  To this serge was
pinned a label, on which the words were written: "Travelling dress, and
to be worn every day at school."

Under the pretty serge were half a dozen white embroidered aprons, and
below them piles and piles of underlinen, all beautifully embroidered,
silk stockings, little shoes, plenty of gloves, handkerchiefs, also
embroidered with Florence's name.  In short, a complete and very
perfect wardrobe.

"Dear, dear, is it a dream?" said Florence; "am I the same girl?  What
magic that Scholarship has worked!"

"You must try them on, Flo," said the widow; "we shall be up some time.
You must try one and all of them on, and Sukey shall come in and see
you."

"Oh, mother, is it necessary to show them all to Sukey?"

"I think so, love, for it will spread the news, and it will greatly
enhance my position in the place.  I quite expect the Pratts will ask
me to tea once a week, and they give very good teas--excellent; I never
tasted better hot cakes than Ann Pratt makes.  Yes, Flo dear, Sukey
must see you in your smart clothes.  Come upstairs to our bedroom and
let us begin the trying-on, dearest."

Florence was sufficiently impressed with her new position to agree to
this.  She went upstairs with her mother, and for the next two hours
the ladies were very busy.

Sukey was called to view Florence in each of her frocks, and when Sukey
held up her hands and said that Miss Florence looked quite the lady of
quality, and when she blinked her old eyes and fussed round the young
girl, Mrs. Aylmer thought that her cup of bliss was running over.

At last the trying-on was completed, the old dresses discarded and put
away, and Florence came downstairs in her travelling serge, wondering
if a fairy wand had been passed over her, and if she were indeed the
same girl who had arrived at Dawlish a week ago.

"And here's a letter from your aunt; it arrived a quarter of an hour
ago," said Mrs. Aylmer.  "I have not opened it yet.  I wonder what she
says."

"Read it to me, mother; we may as well go in for the whole thing.  Aunt
Susan evidently intends to turn me out properly.  Do I look much nicer
in this serge, mother?"

"You look most elegant, dear, you really do.  You will have a very fine
figure some day, and your face now in that very pretty setting-off has
a very distinguished appearance.  You have an intellectual forehead,
Flo; be thankful that you inherit it from your poor dear father."

"Well, read the letter now, mother," said Florence.

Mrs. Aylmer opened the envelope, and took out the thick sheet of paper
which it contained.

Mrs. Aylmer the great generally wrote few words.  It was only on the
occasion of her last letter that she had indulged in a long
correspondence.  Now she said briefly:


"MY DEAR MABEL: I believe that Florence's box of clothes will arrive on
Thursday evening, so that she will be able to return to Cherry Court
School dressed as my niece.  I wish her in future to speak of herself
as my niece, as I am very well known in many circles as Mrs. Aylmer, of
Aylmer Hall.  If Florence plays her cards well and obtains the
Scholarship she will have a good deal to say of Aylmer Hall in the
future.

"I enclose herewith a five-pound note, and please ask Florence to
exchange her third-class ticket for a first-class one, and telegraph to
the station-master at Hilchester to have a carriage waiting for her, in
order to take her back to the school as my niece ought to arrive.  Tell
her from me that during the next term I will allow her as pocket-money
two pounds a month, so that she may show her companions she is really
the niece of a wealthy woman.  As to you, Mabel, I hope you will not
interfere in any way with the dear child, but allow her to pursue her
studies as my niece ought.  If she fails to get the Scholarship all
these good things will cease, but doubtless she has too much spirit and
too much ability to fail."


"There," said Mrs. Aylmer, when she had finished the letter, "can you
take your tea after that?  Five pounds, and you are to go back
first-class!  That I should live to see the day!  This is all Sir John
Wallis's doing.  There is not the least doubt that he had a wonderful
effect upon Aunt Susan."

"Yes, a wonderful effect," said Florence, in a gloomy voice.  She was
wearing the neat and beautifully fitting serge, a white linen collar
encircled her throat, and was fastened by the neatest of studs, and
white linen cuffs also encircled her wrists; her figure was shown off
to the best advantage.  On her feet were the silk stockings and the
dainty shoes which she had so coveted a week ago, and yet her heart
felt heavy, heavy as lead.  Her mother pushed the five-pound note
towards her, but she did not touch it.

"Look here, Mummy," she said, "we will exchange the third-class fare
for a first-class one, and then you shall have the balance of the five
pounds.  It will make up for what you denied yourself to have me here;
it is only fair."

"Oh, Flo, you dear, sweet, generous child--but dare I take it?"

"Yes, Mummy, you must take it; it is the only drop of comfort in all
this.  I don't like it, Mummy.  I have a mind even now to----"

"To what, my dear child?"

"To take off this finery and send back the money, and just be myself.
I wish to respect myself, but somehow I don't now.  Oh, Mummy, Mummy, I
don't like it."

"Florence, dear child, you are mad.  This sudden happiness, this
unlooked-for delight has slightly turned your brain--you will be all
right in the future.  Don't think any more about it, love.  We must go
upstairs now to pack your things in order to get you ready for your
journey to-morrow."

"All right," said Florence.

"You have not taken your tea, dearest.  Is there any little thing you
would fancy--I am sure Sukey would run to the butcher's--a sweetbread
or anything?"

"No, no, mother--nothing, nothing.  I am not hungry--that's all."

The next morning at an early hour Florence bade her mother good-bye and
started back for Cherry Court School.  It was very luxurious to lie
back on the soft padded cushions of the first-class carriage and gaze
around her, and sometimes start up and look at her own image in the
glass opposite.  She could not help seeing that she looked much nicer
in her white sailor hat, her pretty white gloves, and well-fitting dark
blue serge than she had looked when she went to Dawlish one week ago.
And that trunk in the luggage-van kept returning to her memory again
and again, and in her purse were ten shillings, and in her mother's
purse were three pounds, for the difference between the third-class and
the first-class fares had been paid, and Florence, after keeping ten
shillings for immediate expenses, could still hand her mother three
pounds.

"You don't know what it will be to me, Flo," the little Mummy had said.
"I shall be able to buy a new dress for the winter.  I didn't dare to
say a word to your Aunt Susan about her cast-offs; I scarcely liked to
do so.  But there are your clothes too, dear; I can cut them up and
make use of them.  Yes, I am quite a rich woman, and it is all owing to
the Scholarship."

The thought of that three pounds for her mother did comfort Florry, and
her conscience was not accusing her so loudly that day, so she sat back
on the cushions and reviewed the position.  She was going back to
Cherry Court School as a rich girl; what would her companions think of
her?




CHAPTER XIII.

AN INVITATION.

The holidays had come to an end, and the girls were returning to the
school.  The three who were to compete for Sir John's Scholarship had
special desks assigned to them, were instructed by special teachers,
and were looked upon with intense respect by the rest of the school.
The holidays had gone by and had been pleasant, for Mrs. Aylmer had
written to Mrs. Clavering to beg of her to take her niece Florence for
a week's change on the seaside, and Mrs. Clavering had insisted on
Kitty accompanying them, and, as Mrs. Aylmer paid the greater part of
the expenses, the girls had a good time.

Mrs. Aylmer now wrote twice a week, if not to Florence herself, at
least to Mrs. Clavering; and Mrs. Clavering had to alter her views with
regard to Florence, to give her every advantage possible, and to look
upon her with a certain amount of respect.

"It certainly is most important that you should get that Scholarship,"
she said once to the young girl.  "Mrs. Aylmer has explained the whole
position to me, but then you won't get it, Florence, unless you earn
it."

"I know that," said Florence.

"And Kitty has an equal chance with you.  I think Kitty is a remarkably
intelligent girl.  It is just as important for her to get it as it is
for you, you quite understand that?"

"Oh, I quite understand," said Florence.

"Then there is also Mary Bateman.  Mary has not as brilliant an
intellect as Kitty, and in some ways is not as scholarly as you are,
Florence, but she is very plodding and persevering, and as a rule gets
to the head of her class.  Mary is neither rich nor poor, but she would
be very glad of the Scholarship, and says that it would give her father
and mother great happiness if she obtained it; so you see, dear, you
three girls are to work for the same goal--it is almost as important to
one of you as to another.  I want you therefore to be perfectly fair in
your dealings each with the other, and to try to keep envy and all
ill-feeling out of your hearts.  The one who wins this great generous
offer of Sir John Wallis must not think more highly of herself than she
ought, and those who lose must bear their loss with resignation,
feeling that they have acquired a great deal of knowledge, even if they
have not acquired anything else, and trying to rejoice in the success
of the one who has succeeded.  The next few months until October will
be a time of strain, and I hope my dear girls will be equal to the
occasion."

Florence got very red while Mrs. Clavering was speaking to her.
"Sometimes----" she said, in a low voice, and then she paused and her
tone faltered.

"What is it, Florence?"

"Sometimes I heartily wish that Sir John had not put this great thing
in my way.  Last term I was poor and had shabby clothes, and no one
thought a great deal of me, but in some ways I feel less happy now than
I did last term.  Last term, for instance, I was very fond of Kitty
Sharston and I liked Mary Bateman, but there are moments now when I
almost hate both of them."

"It is brave of you to confess all this, Florence, and I think none the
worse of you for doing so, and if you pray against this feeling it will
not increase, dear.  Now go away and prepare for your French paper.  By
the way, a special master is coming twice a week now to coach all three
of you.  This has been done by Sir John Wallis's orders.  Go away now,
dear, and work."

The one great subject of conversation in the school was the Cherry
Court Scholarship, and the lucky three were looked upon with wonder and
a little envy by their less fortunate companions, for their privileges
were so great and the goal set before them so high.  For instance, Mrs.
Clavering had so contrived matters that the three could work at their
special Scholarship studies in the oak parlor.  She had given each girl
a desk with a lock and key, where she could keep her different themes
and exercises.  They had a special master to teach them deportment in
all its different branches, and once a week they spent an evening in
Mrs. Clavering's drawing-room, where special guests were invited to see
them.

On these occasions the young girls had to act turn about as hostess,
pouring out tea, receiving the visitors, seeing them out again, and
entering into what was considered in the early seventies polite
conversation.  The almost lost art of conversation was as far as
possible revived during the time of Scholarship competition, and in
order to give Kitty, Florence, and Mary greater opportunities of
talking over the events of the day they were obliged to read the
_Times_ every morning for an hour.

Their companions, those of the Upper school, were invited to assemble
in the drawing-room on the occasions of the weekly conversazione, as it
was called, and a special subject was then introduced, which the girls
were obliged to handle as deftly and as well as they could.

As to conduct marks, there was nothing said about conduct, and no one
put down those marks except the head mistress herself.  Florence
sometimes trembled when she met her eyes.  She wondered if those calm
grey eyes could read through down into her secret soul, could guess
that she herself was unworthy, that she had committed a deed which
ought really to exclude her from all chance of winning the Scholarship.
Then, as the days went on, Florence's conscience became a little
hardened, and she was less and less troubled by what she had done with
regard to Kitty Sharston.

Florence's change in circumstances were much commented upon by the
other girls, and there is no doubt that in her neatly-fitting dress
with her abundant pocket-money she did appear a more gracious and a
more agreeable girl than she had done in the old days when her frock
was shabby, her pinafore ugly, her pocket-money almost _nil_.

One of the first things she did on her arrival at the school was to
present Kitty Sharston with a white work-bag embroidered with cherries
in crewel-stitch, and with a cherry-colored ribbon running through it.
She had spent from five to six shillings on the bag, and had denied
herself a little to purchase it.

Kitty received it with rapture, and used to bring it into Mrs.
Clavering's drawing-room on the company evenings, and to show it with
pride to her companions as Florence's gift.

"She had never had such a pretty bag in her life," she said, and she
kissed Florence many times when she presented it to her.

Florence meant it as payment for the cherry-colored ribbons, but she
did not mean it as payment for what she had stolen out of Kitty's desk.
She knew that nothing could ever pay for that deed; but it comforted
her conscience just a little to present the bag to Kitty.

The Scholarship was to be competed for on the thirtieth of October, and
the girls reassembled at Cherry Court School about the fifteenth of
August.

Three weeks after the school had recommenced, some time therefore in
the first week in September, Mary Bateman, who had been bending for a
long time over her desk with her hands pressed to her temples and her
cheeks somewhat flushed, suddenly raised her eyes and encountered the
fixed stare of Kitty Sharston.  Kitty had done her work and was leaning
back in her chair.  Kitty's sweet pale face looked a little paler than
usual.  She was expecting a letter from her father, and on the week
when the letter was to arrive she always looked a little paler and a
little more anxious than she did at other times.

"Have you finished your theme?" said Mary, abruptly.

"Yes," answered Kitty.

"You write so easily," pursued Mary, in a somewhat discontented voice;
"you never seem to have to think for words.  Now, I am not at all good
at composition."

"I am not at all good at other things," replied Kitty, in a gentle
voice; "mathematics, for instance; and as to my arithmetic, it is
shameful.  Father wants me to be able to keep accounts very well for
him.  I shall do that when I go to India, but still I have no ability
for that sort of thing--none whatever."

"How much you must love your father," said Mary.

"Love him!" answered Kitty.  Her color changed, a flush of red rose
into her cheeks, leaving them the next moment more pallid than ever.

"You don't look very strong," pursued Mary, who had a blunt downright
sort of manner; "I wonder if India will agree with you; I wonder if you
will really go to India."

"Why do you say that?" answered Kitty, impatiently, "when it is the one
dream, the one hope of my life.  Of course I shall go to India.  I
shall do that in any case," she added _sotto voce_.

"It is so strange all about this Scholarship," continued Mary, in an
uneasy voice, "that we three should long for it so earnestly, and yet
each feel that two others will be more or less injured if we win it."

"Don't let us talk of it," said Kitty.  "I--I must get it."

"And I must get it," pursued Mary, "and yet perhaps it means a little
less to me than it does to you and Florence.  Florence is the one
likely to win it, I am sure."

Kitty's face turned white again and her little hand trembled.

"I must get it," she said, in a restless voice.  "I don't think I am
selfish--I try not to be, and I would do anything for you, Mary, and
anything for Florence; but--but I can't give up the Scholarship: it
means too much."

She shivered slightly.

At that moment Florence entered the room.  She sat down at her desk,
unlocked it, and took out her papers.  She was just about to commence
her study--for the Scholarship study was all extra, and had to be done
in odd hours and moments--when, glancing up, she met the disturbed and
questioning gaze of Kitty Sharston.

"Look here," said Kitty, "we three are alone now; let us have a good
talk, just once, if never again.  Why do you want to get the
Scholarship, Mary?  Why?"

"Why do I want to get it?" said Mary.

"Oh, I wish to work now; if you mean to discuss that point I had better
leave the room," said Florence.

"No, no, do stay, Flo; I won't be more than a moment.  I want to
understand things, that's all," said Kitty.  "Please, Mary, say why is
the Scholarship of great importance to you."

"Well, for several reasons," replied Mary.  "I am not like you,
Florence, and I am not like you, Kitty.  I have got both a father and
mother.  My father is a clergyman; there are nine other children
besides me--I am the third.  It was extremely difficult for father to
send me to this expensive school, but he felt that education was the
one thing necessary for me.  Father is a very advanced, liberal-minded
man; he is before his time, so everyone says; but mother does not think
it necessary that girls should know too much.  Mother thinks that a
girl ought to be purely domestic; she is very particular about
needlework, and she would like every girl to be able to make a shirt
well, and to be able to cook and preserve, and know a little about
gardening, and know a great deal about keeping a house in perfect
order.  But father says, and very rightly, that every girl cannot
marry, and that the girls who do not marry cannot want to know a great
deal about keeping a house in order, and that such girls, unless they
have fortunes left to them, will have to earn their own living.  Of
course, there are very few openings for women, and most women have to
teach, so it is decided that I shall teach by and by.  If marriage
comes, all right, but if it does not come I shall earn my living as a
governess.

"Now, to be a really good governess father wants me to be very well
educated, and he is spending the little money that he might have left
to me when he died in sending me to this good school.  Whether I get
the Scholarship or not, I shall remain at the school for three years.
I am fifteen now; I shall remain here until I am eighteen.  If I do get
the Scholarship father means to save the money that the three years'
schooling would cost, and he means to send me when I return home at the
age of eighteen to a wonderful new College for Women which has been
established at a place called Girton.  He will spend the money which he
would have spent on my education at Cherry Court School in keeping me
at Girton, where I shall attend the University lectures at Cambridge,
and learn as much as a man learns.  It is wonderful to think of it.
Mother is rather vexed; she says that I shall be put out of my sphere
and cease to be womanly, but I don't think I could ever be that.  You
see that it is very important for me to win the Scholarship, and I mean
to try very, very, very hard."

When Mary had finished her little speech she drooped her head once
again over her desk.  When at last she raised her eyes she encountered
the bold black ones of Florence Aylmer, and the soft, lovely, dilated
eyes of Kitty Sharston.

"And I want to win the Scholarship," said Kitty, taking up the theme,
"because it means staying on here and being happy and being well
educated for three years.  It means getting the best lessons in music,
and the best lessons in singing, and the best lessons in art, and it
means also getting the best instruction in modern languages, and in all
those other things which an accomplished woman ought to know.  Then at
the end of three years if all is well and father gets promoted to the
hill station, I shall go out to join him in Northern India, and I want
to be as perfect as possible in order to be father's friend as well as
daughter, his companion as well as child."

"And if you don't get the Scholarship, what will happen?" said
Florence, in a low, growling sort of voice.

"Why, then I am going to live with a lady whom I don't love; her name
is Helen Dartmoor; she is a Scotchwoman, and a cousin of my mother's.
She is not the least like my dear mother, and I never loved her, and I
know that the best in me will not be brought to the fore if I am with
her; and I shan't learn those things which would delight dear father; I
shall not know modern languages, nor be a good musical scholar, nor be
able to sing nicely, and I--I shall hate that life, and my nature may
be warped, and I--but, oh!  I will win the Scholarship."

Kitty sprang to her feet and went over to the window.  "This makes me
restless," she said; "I didn't mean to express all my feelings; I am
very sorry for you, Mary, and for you, Florence, but, I mean to get the
Scholarship."

"You have not yet seen the thing from my point of view," said Florence.
"Perhaps in reality this means more to me than even to you, Kitty, for
I--I in reality am horribly poor.  I know, Kitty, that you are poor
too--I know perfectly well that your father is poor for his position;
but whatever happens, you are a lady, Kitty, and your father is a
gentleman, and at the end of three years, whether you win the
Scholarship or not, you will go out to him and lead the life of a lady.
I don't suppose, when all is said and done, that it will make any
difference in his affection whether you can speak French and read
German or not, and I am certain he won't kiss you less often because
you do not play charmingly and because you do not sing divinely.  But
I--if I lose the Scholarship I lose all--yes, I lose all," said
Florence, rising to her feet and standing before the other two girls
with a solemn and yet frightened look on her face.  "For I shall sink
in every sense of the word; I shall no longer be a lady, I shall go as
pupil teacher to a common, rough sort of school, and my mother, my dear
mother, will suffer, and I shall suffer, and all the good things of
life will be taken from me.  So it is more to me than it is to you,
Kitty Sharston; and as to you, Mary Bateman, you are out of count
altogether, for why should you go to that new-fangled college and be
turned into a man when you are born a woman?  No, no; I mean to get
this Scholarship, for it means not only all my future, but mother's
future too.  It is more to me than to either of you."

Florence swept up her papers, thrust them into her desk, and abruptly
left the room, slamming the door after her.

Kitty looked at Mary, and Kitty's eyes were full of tears.  "It is
quite dreadful," she said; "how she does feel it!  I never knew
Florence was that intense sort of girl, and it does seem a great deal
to her.  What is to be done, Mary?  Are we to give it up?"

"Give it up?" said Mary, with a laugh; "not quite.  Kitty, for
goodness' sake, don't allow Florence's words to trouble you.  You have
got to fight with all your might and main.  You will fight honorably
and so will I, and if you mean to give it up there will be the greater
chance for me, but of course you won't give it up."

"No, I shan't give it up," said Kitty, "but all the same, Florence's
words pain me."

At that moment a clear ringing little voice was heard in the passage
outside, the door of the oak parlor was burst open, and Dolly Fairfax
rushed in.  Dolly's eyes were shining and her cheeks were crimson.
"Here are two letters," she said, "both for you, Kitty Sharston; it
isn't fair that you should get all the letters."

"Come and sit on my knee while I read them," said Kitty, stretching out
her arms to Dolly.

Dolly sprang into Kitty's lap, twined her soft arms round her neck, and
laughed into her face.

"I do so love you, Kitty," she said; "I do so hope you will win the
Scholarship.  I don't want you to get it, ugly Mary, and I don't want
nasty Florence to get it; but I want you, sweet, dear, darling Kitty,
to get it.  You shall--you shall!"

"You are a very rude little thing, but I don't mind," said Mary,
laughing good-humoredly.  "I know I am plain, and I don't care a bit;
I'll win the Scholarship if I never win anything else, so you may as
well make up your mind, Kitty Sharston."

But Kitty never heard her, she was deep in her father's letter.  Yes,
it had come, and it was a long letter closely written on foreign paper,
and Kitty took a very long time reading it, so long that little Dolly
slipped off her lap and wandered restlessly to the window and stood
there gazing out into the court, and then back again into the
softly-shaded room, with the slanting rays of the afternoon sun making
bars of light across the oak.

At last Kitty finished; she heaved a long sigh and looked up.  "I had
forgotten you were here, Mary," she said, "and as to you, Dolly--but
there, it is beautiful, good news.  Father has arrived and has begun
his work, and he says he has every chance of going up into the hills
about the time that I shall have finished my education here.  Oh, it is
such a relief to read his letter.  If you are very good indeed, Mary,
and if you are very good, Dolly, you shall both hear some of my
letter--not the private part, of course--but the public part, which
speaks about father's wonderful interesting travels, and his sort of
public life, the life he gives to his country.  Oh, dear!  I never saw
anyone grander than dear, dear father!"

"You have said that very often," said Dolly; "I have got a father too,
but I don't think he is specially grand.  I suppose it was because your
father was a hero before Sebastopol.  I shall never forget about
Sebastopol now and the trenches since you told me that wonderful story
about your father and Sir John Wallis, and the night they were both
nearly frozen," said Dolly Fairfax.  "I suppose that is why you love
your father so much."

"No, it isn't," answered Kitty stoutly; "I love him just because he is
my father and because, because, oh!  I don't know why--I love him
because I do."

"Well, read your other letter now; two have come--read the other."

Kitty picked up the other letter and glanced at it.  "This is a private
letter; it has come by hand," she said.  "Oh, of course, it is from Sir
John Wallis.  I wonder what he has got to say to me."

Kitty opened the letter and read the following words:


"MY DEAR KITTY: I want you and Miss Florence Aylmer and Miss Mary
Bateman to spend to-morrow with me at Cherry Court Park.  Mrs.
Clavering will accompany you, and I have written to her also on the
subject.  My dear child, my reason in having you three girls is simply
that I want to study your characters.  I say this quite frankly, and
you may tell both your companions that such is my intention in having
you to spend a long day with me.  I will do all I can to make you
happy, and I think it but fair to put all three of you on your guard,
for please understand that the Scholarship is given, not only for
scholarly attainments and correct deportment, but also for those lofty
traits of character which are a greater possession to any woman than
either ladylike manners or great accomplishments.  Pray do not be
anything but your natural selves to-morrow, for I shall never allude to
this matter again.  From now until the date when the Scholarship is to
be decided, I will expect you three to spend one day a week at Cherry
Court Park.

  "Your affectionate friend,
    "JOHN WALLIS."




CHAPTER XIV.

AT THE PARK.

The news that the lucky three were to spend a whole day at Cherry Court
Park caused great excitement amongst the other girls of the school.

"It's nothing short of delightful," said Alice Cunningham to her
sister; "I only wish I had such a chance."

"Well, you have not, so there's no use in fretting about it," replied
Mabel.  "They certainly are having a good time, but who will win?  I
vote for Florence."

"And I for Kitty," said Alice; "who has a chance beside Kitty?  She is
the most brilliant of the three girls, and such a favorite with Sir
John."

"But for that very reason she may have less chance of winning, because
Sir John is a wonderfully just man.  Did you ever see anyone so
terribly in earnest as Florence?  Her eyes have quite a strained look
at times, and she does not eat half as much as she did; then she gets
such long, long letters from that wonderful aunt of hers.  She did not
get those letters at all last term, and her dress is so smart, and she
has such heaps of pocket-money; there is a great change in Florence.
Sometimes I feel that I want her to win, but at other times all my
sympathies are for Kitty."

"No one seems to think of poor Mary Bateman," said Edith King, in a
thoughtful voice, "and yet in reality she is one of the nicest girls in
the school, and if she wins the Scholarship, for she has been telling
me all about it, she is to go to Girton."

"Where in the name of wonder is Girton?" asked Alice Cunningham.

"Oh, it is a College for Women which has been opened near Cambridge."

"Then if I thought I had to go to a College for Women I should be
rather sorry to win the Scholarship," said Mabel Cunningham; "but
there, don't let us talk of it any more.  We are to have something of a
half-holiday to-day, for Mrs. Clavering is to take the three lucky ones
to Cherry Court Park."

Florence dressed herself with great care for this expedition.  Kitty
had shown her Sir John's letter, and she had felt a queer tingling pain
at her heart as she read it; but then a sort of defiance, which was
growing more and more in her character day by day, arose to her aid,
and she determined that she would not give Sir John one loophole to
find out anything amiss in her conduct.

"We are going to be spied upon, and it is perfectly horrid," she said,
under her breath, "but never mind, I am determined to stand the test."

The day happened to be a lovely one, and Florence looked carefully
through her wardrobe.  She finally decided to put on the light summer
silk which Mrs. Aylmer had provided for her.  She looked very nice in
that silk, almost pretty, and as all its accompaniments were perfect,
the lace ruffles round the neck, the lace hanging over her hands, the
trimmings of every sort just as they ought to be, the hat which she was
to wear with the dress, specially chosen by the London dressmaker for
the purpose, no one could look more elegant than Florence did as she
stood in the hall of Cherry Court School just before she started for
Cherry Court Park.

Kitty, on the other hand, had thought very little about her dress; she
had no fine clothes to wear, so she just put on a clean white muslin
dress, tied a colored sash round her waist, put her sailor hat on her
head, and ran downstairs, a light in her eyes and a pleased smile round
her lips.

"I cannot be anything great," she whispered to her heart, as she
glanced for a moment at Florence, who looked something like a fashion
plate as she stood in the hall, "but at least I'll be myself.  I'll
try--yes, I'll try very hard to forget all about the Scholarship
to-day.  I want to make dear Sir John happy, and I hope, I do hope
he'll tell me something about father and the time they spent together
outside Sebastopol."

Mary Bateman was the downright sort of girl who never under any
circumstances could trouble herself about dress.  She wore her best
Sunday frock, that was all, and her best hat, and her gloves were a
little darned at the tips, but she looked like a lady and was not the
least self-conscious.

Sir John's own carriage was to arrive to fetch the ladies to the Park.
Cherry Court Park was between two and three miles away from Cherry
Court School, and Mrs. Clavering and her three pupils greatly enjoyed
their drive to the splendid old place.  Kitty had been there twice
before, once with her father and once without him, but neither Florence
nor Mary had ever seen the interior of the Park.  Mary's exclamations
of rapture as they drove under the overhanging trees and down the long
winding avenue were frequent and enthusiastic.  Florence, however,
scarcely spoke; she was not a girl to be much impressed by external
beauty; she was thinking all the time how she could keep the best and
most amiable part of her character to the fore.  What did Sir John mean
to do?  What sort of test was he going to apply to her?  She felt that
she must be armed on every point.

"My dear girls," said Mrs. Clavering, just as they were approaching the
house, "I see you are all a little nervous, thinking that a somewhat
strange test will be applied to you to-day, but I assure you, my dears,
that nothing of the kind is intended, and I beg of you, as you wish to
impress your kind host favorably, to be at any cost natural and true to
yourselves.  Florence dear, I would specially beg of you to remember my
words.  Don't set your heart too much on any earthly good thing, my
child, for often those who lose gain more than those who win."

But Florence shook off the gentle hand; she could scarcely stand Mrs.
Clavering's words just then, and avoided meeting her eyes.

Sir John stood on the steps of his magnificent old house to welcome his
guests.  As the carriage drew up beside the porch he came down and
extended his hand to each.

"Welcome, welcome," he said, "thrice welcome!  What a lovely day we
have!  Mrs. Clavering, I hope to have the privilege of taking you round
my gardens, which are just in their autumn prime, and as to you three
girls, will you amuse yourselves exactly as you please until
luncheon-time?"

"Thank you so much," said Mary, in her blunt voice.  She could never
act a part to save her life.  "That is just what I should like best to
do," she added, smiling and dimpling.  She had a jolly little face,
somewhat tanned with the sun, two round good-humored brown eyes, and a
wide mouth.  Her teeth were white, however, and her smile pleasant.

"Kitty, my dear," said Sir John, turning to Kitty Sharston, "you have
been here before and I depute to you the task of doing the honors.
Take the girls wherever you please.  If, for instance," added Sir John,
"you three would like to have a row on the lake there is the boat all
moored and ready.  Kitty, you know how to handle an oar?"

"Rather," said Kitty; "I have rowed more or less since I could walk."

"Well, then, that is all right; but if you require any assistance you
have but to call one of the gardeners, there are sure to be plenty
about.  Now off you go, all three; forget the old man, and enjoy
yourselves as happy girls should."

As Sir John spoke he gave his arm with old-fashioned courtesy to Mrs.
Clavering, and the two turned away.

"Now, is not this just like dear Sir John?" said Kitty, beginning to
dance about.  "Come, girls, I'll have greatest pleasure in taking you
about."

"I am surprised to hear that you know all about Cherry Court Park,"
said Florence, in a somewhat cross voice, but then she remembered
herself and made an effort to smile.

"I have been here twice before," said Kitty.  "What do you say to
having a row?  Mary, what do you wish?"

"If you will allow me to do exactly what I like," said Mary, "I don't
want anyone to guide me; I want to wander here, there, and everywhere
just at my own sweet will.  I have brought my little sketch-book with
me, and mean to sketch some of these splendid old trees.  Mother is so
fond of outdoor sketches, and I could seldom indulge her with anything
so fine as I could get in an old place like this.  Just go off where
you please, girls, and don't bother about me."

Off ran Mary on her sturdy legs, and Florence looked after her with a
laugh.

"Poor Mary," she said, in a contemptuous tone.

"Why poor?" asked Kitty; "I think Mary is such a downright, jolly,
sensible sort of girl."

"Oh, very downright and sensible," said Florence.  "Kitty, do you
really want to go in the boat?"

"Not if you don't want to go," said Kitty, looking somewhat anxiously
at her companion.

"But I see you do; I notice the expression in your eyes."

"Well, it's very sweet in the boat, it does soothe one so; the last
time I was there it was with father; but never mind, I won't go if you
would rather not.  Shall we sit under this tree and talk?"

"Yes, let us," said Florence.  "I feel very cross to-day; I don't
exactly know what is the matter."

"I wish you would tell me some of your troubles, Flo."

"How can I; you are my enemy."

"Nonsense, nonsense! how can you regard me in that light?  You make me
quite miserable when you talk as you do."

"And I meant to be amiable to-day," said poor Florence, "but somehow
everything grates.  It is Aunt Susan.  Kitty, you cannot understand my
position.  I have to be civil and pleasant to one whom I--but there,
don't talk of it."

"I don't quite understand; I wonder if you feel for your Aunt Susan as
I feel for Helen Dartmoor."

"The lady you are to live with if you lose the Scholarship?"

"Yes," replied Kitty, sadly.

"You had better make up your mind to like her then, Kitty, for you will
have to live with her."

"Why do you say that?"

"Only that I mean to get the Scholarship, and I think my will is
stronger than yours."

"It is not a case of will," said Kitty, trembling a little as she spoke.

"Isn't it?  I rather fancy it is.  But there, we are to be amiable
to-day, are we not?  Look at Mary sitting under that tree and sketching
as if her life depended on it.  I wonder if she is really doing it
hoping to please Sir John."

"Not a bit of it; that would not be Mary's way.  All the same," added
Kitty, in a thoughtful voice, "he will be delighted.  Mary's sketches
are very spirited, and Sir John loves people to appreciate his place.
He will ask you what you think about it at lunch, Florry; you had
really better let me show you round a bit."

"If that is the case, certainly," said Florence.  She got up, and she
and Kitty began to wander through the different grounds.  They had
nearly completed their peregrinations, having wandered over many acres
of cultivated and lovely land, when the luncheon bell summoned them
back to the house.

"Oh, I am so hungry," said Kitty, "and Sir John has the most splendid
luncheons.  I wonder where Mary is."

The girls looked to right and left, but could not see a sign of Mary
Bateman anywhere.  They approached the house.  A great big colley came
up, wagging his tail slowly, and thrust his nose into Kitty's hand.

"Dear old Watch, how sweet you are!" said the girl.

She bent down, flinging her arms round the colley's neck, and pressed a
kiss on a white star on his forehead.

Just then Sir John's voice was heard calling them.  "Hey, little
women," he said, "I hope you had a pleasant time and enjoyed yourselves
as much as I meant you to."

"Yes, I have enjoyed myself immensely," said Kitty.  "Haven't you, too,
Florry!"

"Yes," replied Florence, "I like the place and the gardens."

In spite of herself she spoke in a stiff, constrained voice; she felt
that Sir John's eye was upon her.  She wondered how Kitty could forget
all that hung upon this visit.

Kitty's face was quite careless and happy, there was a wild-rose bloom
on her cheeks which did not visit them very often, and her large
pathetic grey eyes looked more beautiful than ever.

Mrs. Clavering now came forward.

"Come upstairs, dears," she said, "and wash your hands before lunch."

The girls followed their mistress up the great central hall and
ascended the low oak stairs.  They entered a bedroom magnificently
furnished.

"What a great delightful place this is!" said Florence; "fancy any one
person owning it!"  She heaved a quick sigh as she spoke.

"It is a great responsibility having a place like this and so much
money," answered Mrs. Clavering.  "Florence dear, I don't want to
preach--in fact, there is nothing I hate more, but I should like to say
one thing.  Happiness in the world is far more evenly divided than
anyone has the least idea of.  Riches are eagerly coveted by those who
are poor, but the rich have immense responsibilities.  Remember, my
child, that we all have to give an account with regard to our
individual talents some day."

Florence stirred restlessly and approached the window.

"I wonder where Mary is," she said, and just as she uttered the words
the silver gong in the hall sounded, and the three ladies hurried down
to luncheon.

Still no sign of Mary, but just as they were all wondering with regard
to her absence, the door was opened, and a girl, with a smudge on her
face and her hat pushed crooked on her head, entered the room.  She
held her little sketch-book and came eagerly forward.

"Oh, I am sorry I am late," she said; "I hope I kept no one waiting.  I
forgot all about it--it was that wonderful old oak-tree."

"What, the grenadier?" said Sir John, with a smile.  "Have you been
sketching it, Miss Bateman?"

"I have been trying to, but it is awfully difficult."

"You must let me see your attempt."

He went up to Mary, took her sketch-book, opened it, and a smile of
pleasure flitted across his face as he saw the very clever and spirited
sketch which the girl had made.

"Ah!" he said, "I am delighted you like this sort of thing.  Would you
like to take many views from my grounds?"

"Certainly--better than anything in the world almost," said Mary.

"Well, let me offer you my arm now into lunch.  Ladies, will you follow
us, please?"

Florence's brow contracted with a frown.  Mrs. Clavering took Kitty's
hand, motioned to Florence to follow, and they went into the
dining-room.

During the rest of the meal Sir John devoted himself to Mary; her
frank, commonplace face, her downright manners, her total absence of
all self-consciousness pleased him.  He found her a truly intelligent
girl, and discovered in talking over her father that they knew some
mutual friends.

To Kitty he hardly spoke, although he glanced at her once or twice.
Florence seemed not to receive the most remote share of his attention.

"And yet," thought Florence to herself, "I am the only girl present
properly dressed for the occasion.  Surely Sir John, a thorough
gentleman as he is, must notice that fact.  I wonder what it can mean.
Why does he devote himself to Mary?  Am I wrong from first to last?  Do
girls who are real ladies think little or nothing about their dress?
Would Sir John have been more inclined to be pleasant to me if Aunt
Susan had never interfered?"

As these thoughts came to the restless and unhappy girl's mind she only
played with her food, became _distrait_ and inattentive, and had to be
spoken to once or twice by Mrs. Clavering in order to recall her
wandering attention.

Just as the meal came to an end Sir John turned to Kitty, then glanced
at Florence, laid his hand emphatically on the table, touched Mary on
her sleeve in order to ensure her attention, and spoke.

"Now," he said, "I am just going to say a word before we go for our
afternoon expedition."

"Afternoon expedition!  Are we going to have anything very jolly this
afternoon?" said Kitty, her eyes sparkling.

"I hope so, my little girl; I have ordered horses for us all.  I
understand that you can all ride, and I thought we could ride to
Culner's Heath, where we may enjoy a gipsy tea."

Even Florence almost forgot herself at this announcement.  Could she
ride in her silk dress?  Had Sir John thought of habits?  It seemed
that Sir John had thought of everything.

"You will find habits in your bedroom, ladies," he said, "and you can
choose your horses when they come up to the door--but one word first."

Mrs. Clavering, who had half risen from the table, now paused, arrested
by an expression on her host's face.

"Yes," she said.

Sir John glanced at her and then smiled.

"I am about to speak to the girls," he said, "on the matter which we
discussed this morning, my dear madam."

Mrs. Clavering smiled, and bowed her head.

"You know, my dear girls," continued Sir John, turning and addressing
the three, "that the Scholarship competition will take place in a
little over a month from now.  Now, I mean that occasion to be a very
grand occasion, I mean it to be strongly impressed upon the mind of
every girl in Cherry Court School, and no pleasure which I can devise
shall be omitted on the auspicious day.  The happy winner of the
Scholarship shall be truly crowned with laurels, bonfires are to be
lighted in her honor, and the whole country-side is to be invited to
attend the great function, which I propose to take place, not at the
school, but in this house.  I intend to invite the entire school to be
my guests on the great day.  They shall all come early in the morning
and stay at this house until the following day.  I am already making
preparations for the delightful time.  And now, there is one thing I
want to ask.  You three girls who are called by your companions the
lucky three have it in your power to invite each one guest to witness
your triumph.  You are to name the guest to me, and I myself will send
the invitation in proper style.  I know who Kitty would like to have
with her, but, failing that person, Kitty, is there anyone else whom
you may think it perhaps not your pleasure, but your duty, to ask to be
present?"

"There is only Helen Dartmoor," said Kitty, in a low voice, the crimson
flush rising to her face, "and though it will be very unpleasant to
have Helen here, if you think it right, Sir John, I--don't mind."

"That is very valiantly answered, Kitty, and I wish I might say at once
that you need not have anyone present whom you do not wish to have
present, but I rather think it would please your father if Miss
Dartmoor received a proper invitation.  I will ask her therefore, my
dear child, if there is no one else you would rather have?"

"There is no one else that I can have, and I don't suppose I need see a
great deal of Helen."

"Certainly not; she will only arrive at the Park the day before the
Scholarship competition takes place."

"Then I suppose she must come," said Kitty.

"It would be a kindness," said Sir John, slowly.  "I happen to know
Miss Dartmoor; she has few pleasures."

Kitty nodded.  Sir John turned to Mary.

"Now, then, Miss Bateman, whom am I to ask on your account?"

"Oh, father, father!  How delightful! how he will enjoy it!" said Mary,
her eyes sparkling, her face beaming.  "He will so thoroughly
appreciate it all, and it will be so splendid of you, Sir John."

"How very free and easy Mary Bateman is," thought Florry to herself.

Sir John smiled, took down Mr. Bateman's address, and promised that the
invitation should reach him in good time.

"I wonder if he will come.  How he would love it!" thought Mary.

Sir John glanced at her pleased face with marked approval.

"And now, Miss Aylmer," he said, turning to Florence, "who will you
have present--the one you love best: your mother, for instance?"

Now, Florence had sent one wild throbbing thought to the little Mummy
the moment Sir John had spoken of his plan.  How the Mummy would enjoy
it, how she would revel in the good food and the lovely house!  What a
red-letter day it would be to her all her life, for all the rest of her
years!  How Sukey and Ann Pratt and the neighbors down at Dawlish would
respect her for evermore!  And doubtless the Mummy's dress might be
managed, and--but what about Aunt Susan?  Would Aunt Susan ever forgive
her?  She dared not run the risk of her displeasure; too much depended
on keeping her in a good humor.

"I should like my aunt to come," she said, in a steady voice; "she is
very kind to me and specially interested in the result of the
Scholarship."

"I know; I have heard from Mrs. Aylmer," said Sir John, in a pleasant
tone; "if you would really prefer her to have the invitation to your
mother, it shall be as you wish, Miss Aylmer."

"I think it would be right," said Florence.  Her heart gave a heavy
throb, then seemed to stand still.

Sir John gave her one keen glance, and took down Mrs. Aylmer's address
in his pocket-book.

"I happen to know your aunt, Miss Aylmer, and shall be pleased to
extend hospitality to her on the auspicious event."




CHAPTER XV.

THE PUPIL TEACHER.

At the beginning of the autumn term there happened to come to the
school a girl of the name of Bertha Keys.  She was between seventeen
and eighteen years of age, and came to Cherry Court School in the
capacity of pupil teacher.  She was not a pleasant girl to look at, and
had Mrs. Clavering seen her before she engaged her she might have
hesitated to bring her into the midst of her young scholars.

But Bertha was clever and outwardly amiable.  She performed her duties
with exactitude and despatch.  She kept the younger girls in order, and
was apparently very unselfish and willing to oblige, and Mrs.
Clavering, after the first week or fortnight, ceased to feel
apprehensive when she looked at her face.  For Bertha's face bore the
impress of a somewhat crooked mind.  The small light blue eyes had a
sly gleam in them; they were incapable of looking one straight in the
face.  Bertha had the fair complexion which often accompanies a certain
shade of red hair, and but for the expression in her eyes she might
have been a fairly good-looking girl.  She had an upright trim figure,
and dressed herself neatly.  Those watchful eyes, however, marred the
entire face.  They were as clever as they were sharp and knowing.
Nothing escaped her mental vision.  She could read character like a
book.

Now, Bertha Keys was very poor.  In her whole future life she had
nothing to look forward to except what she could win by her own
individual exertions.  Bertha's apparent lot in life was to be a
teacher--her own wish was to cringe to those in power, to obtain a
footing amongst those who were likely to aid her, and she had not been
a week in the school before she made up her mind that of all the girls
at Cherry Court School no one was so likely to help her in the future
as Florence Aylmer.  If Florence won the Scholarship and became the
adopted heiress of a rich aunt, the opportunities in favor of Bertha's
advancement would be enormous.  On the other hand, if Mary Bateman won
the Scholarship nothing at all would happen to further Bertha's
interest.  The same might be said with regard to Kitty Sharston.
Bertha, therefore, who was extremely sharp herself and thoroughly well
educated, determined that she would not leave a stone unturned to help
Florence with regard to the Scholarship.  Nothing was said on the
subject between Florence and Bertha for several weeks.  Bertha never
failed, however, to propitiate Florence, helping her when she could
with her work, doing a thousand little nameless kindnesses for her, and
giving her, when the opportunity offered, many sympathetic glances.
She managed to glean from the younger girls something of Florence's
history, noted when those long letters came from Mrs. Aylmer the great,
observed how depressed Florence was when she received letters from
Dawlish, noted her feverish anxiety to deport herself well, to lead a
life of excellent conduct, and, above all things, to struggle through
the weighty themes which had to be mastered in order to win the great
Scholarship.

One day about three weeks before the Scholarsh

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