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"Do you suppose she is here already?" asked Katy, tucking the railway
guide into the shawl-strap, and closing her bag with a snap.
"Yes: we shall meet her at the Massasoit. She and her father were to
pass the night there."
The Massasoit was close at hand, and in less then five minutes the
girls and papa were seated at a table in its pleasant dining-room.
They were ordering their breakfast, when Mr. Page came in, accompanied
by his daughter,--a pretty girl, with light hair, delicate, rather
sharp features, and her mother's stylish ease of manner. Her
travelling dress was simple, but had the finish which a French
dressmaker knows how to give to a simple thing; and all its
appointments--boots, hat, gloves, collar, neck ribbon--were so
perfect, each in its way, that Clover, glancing down at her own
gray alpaca, and then at Katy's, felt suddenly countrified and
shabby.
"Well, Lilly, here they are: here are your cousins," said Mr. Page,
giving the girls a cordial greeting. Lilly only said, "How do you
do?" Clover saw her glancing at the gray alpacas, and was conscious
of a sudden flush. But perhaps Lilly looked at something inside
the alpaca; for after a minute her manner changed, and became more
friendly.
"Did you order waffles?" she asked.
"Waffles? no, I think not," replied Katy.
"Oh! why not? Don't you know how celebrated they are for waffles at
this hotel? I thought everybody knew _that_." Then she tinkled her
fork against her glass, and, when the waiter came, said, "Waffles,
please," with an air which impressed Clover extremely. Lilly seemed
to her like a young lady in a story,--so elegant and self-possessed.
She wondered if all the girls at Hillsover were going to be like her?
The waffles came, crisp and hot, with delicious maple syrup to eat on
them; and the party made a satisfactory breakfast. Lilly, in spite
of all her elegance, displayed a wonderful appetite. "You see," she
explained to Clover, "I don't expect to have another decent thing to
eat till next September,--not a thing; so I'm making the most of this."
Accordingly she disposed of nine waffles, in quick succession, before
she found time to utter any thing farther, except "Butter, please,"
or, "May I trouble you for the molasses?" As she swallowed the last
morsel, Dr. Carr, looking at his watch, said that it was time to start
for the train; and they set off. As they crossed the street, Katy was
surprised to see that Lilly, who had seemed quite happy only a minute
before, had begun to cry. After they reached the car, her tears
increased to sobs: she grew almost hysterical.
"Oh! don't make me go, papa," she implored, clinging to her father's
arm. "I shall be so homesick! It will kill me; I know it will.
Please let me stay. Please let me go home with you."
"Now, my darling," protested Mr. Page, "this is foolish; you know it
is."
"I can't help it," blubbered Lilly. "I ca--n't help it. Oh! don't
make me go. Don't, papa dear. I ca--n't bear it."
Katy and Clover felt embarrassed during this scene. They had always
been used to considering tears as things to be rather ashamed of,--
to be kept back, if possible; or, if not, shed in private corners,
in dark closets, or behind the bed in the nursery. To see the stylish
Lilly crying like a baby in the midst of a railway carriage, with
strangers looking on, quite shocked them. It did not last long,
however. The whistle sounded; the conductor shouted, "All aboard!"
and Mr. Page, giving Lilly a last kiss, disengaged her clinging arms,
put her into the seat beside Clover, and hurried out of the car.
Lilly sobbed loudly for a few seconds; then she dried her eyes,
lifted her head, adjusted her veil and the wrists of her three-
buttoned gloves, and remarked,--
"I always go on in this way. Ma says I am a real cry-baby; and I
suppose I am. I don't see how people can be calm and composed when
they're leaving home, do you? You'll be just as bad to-morrow, when
you come to say good-by to your papa."
"Oh! I hope not," said Katy. "Because papa would feel so badly."
Lilly stared. "I shall think you real cold-hearted if you don't,"
she said, in an offended tone.
Katy took no notice of the tone; and before long Lilly recovered from
her pettishness, and began to talk about the school. Katy and Clover
asked eager questions. They were eager to hear all that Lily could
tell.
"You'll adore Mrs. Florence," she said. "All the girls do. She's the
most fascinating woman! She does just what she likes with everybody.
Why, even the students think her perfectly splendid, and yet she's
just as strict as she can be."
"Strict with the students?" asked Clover, looking puzzled.
"No; strict with us girls. She never lets any one call, unless it's
a brother or a first cousin; and then you have to have a letter from
you parents, asking permission. I wanted ma to write and say that
George Hickman might call on me. He isn't a first cousin exactly,
but his father married pa's sister-in-law's sister. So it's just as
good. But ma was real mean about it. She says I'm too young to have
gentlemen coming to see me! I can't think why. Ever so many girls
have them, who are younger than I."
"Which Row are you going to room in?" she went on.
"I don't know. Nobody told us that there were any rows."
"Oh, yes! Shaker Row and Quaker Row and Attic Row. Attic Row is the
nicest, because it's highest up, and furthest away from Mrs. Florence.
My room is in Attic Row. Annie Silsbie and I engaged it last term.
You'll be in Quaker Row, I guess. Most of the new girls are."
"Is that a nice row?" asked Clover, greatly interested.
"Pretty nice. It isn't so good as Attic, but it's ever so much better
than Shaker; Because there you're close to Mrs. Florence, and can't
have a bit of fun without her hearing you. I'd try to get the end
room, if I were you. Mary Andrews and I had it once. There is a
splendid view of Berry Searles's window."
"Berry Searles?"
"Yes; President Searles, you know; his youngest son. He's an elegant
fellow. All the girls are cracked about him,--perfectly cracked! The
president's house is next door to the Nunnery, you know; and Berry
rooms at the very end of the back building, just opposite Quaker Row.
It used to be such fun! He'd sit at his window, and we'd sit at ours,
in silent study hour, you know; and he'd pretend to read, and all the
time keep looking over the top of his book at us, and trying to make
us laugh. Once Mary did laugh right out; and Miss Jane heard her, and
came in. But Berry is just as quick as a flash, and he ducked down
under the window-sill; so she didn't see him. It was such fun!"
"Who's Miss Jane?" asked Katy.
"The horridest old thing. She's Mrs. Florence's niece, and engaged
to a missionary. Mrs. Florence keeps her on purpose to spy us girls,
and report when we break the rules. Oh, those rules! Just wait till
you come to read 'em over. They're nailed up on all the doors,--
thirty-two of them, and you can't help breaking 'em if you try ever
so much."
"What are they? what sort of rules?" cried Katy and Clover in a breath.
"Oh! about being punctual to prayers, and turning you mattress, and
smoothing over the under-sheet before you leave your room, and never
speaking a word in the hall, or in private study hour, and hanging
your towel on your own nail in the wash-room, and all that."
"Wash-room? what _do_ you mean?" said Katy, aghast.
"At the head of Quaker Row, you know. All the girls wash there,
except on Saturdays when they go to the bath-house. You have your
own bowl and soap-dish, and a hook for you towel. Why, what's the
matter? How big your eyes are!"
"I never heard any thing so horrid!" cried Katy, when she had recovered
her breath. "Do you really mean that girls don't have wash-stands in
their own rooms?"
"You'll get used to it. All the girls do," responded Lilly.
"I don't want to get used to it," said Katy, resolving to appeal to
papa; but papa had gone into the smoking-car, and she had to wait.
Meantime Lilly went on talking.
"If you have that end room in Quaker Row, you'll see all the fun that
goes on at commencement time. Mrs. Searles always has a big party,
and you can look right in, and watch the people and the supper-table,
just as if you were there. Last summer, Berry and Alpheus Seccomb got
a lot of cakes and mottoes from the table and came out into the yard,
and threw them up one by one to Rose Red and her room-mate. They
didn't have the end room, though; but the one next to it."
"What a funny name!--Rose Red," said Clover.
"Oh! her real name is Rosamond Redding; but the girls call her Rose
Red. She's the greatest witch in the school; not exactly pretty, you
know, but sort of killing and fascinating. She's always getting into
the most awful scrapes. Mrs. Florence would had expelled her long
ago, if she hadn't been such a favorite; and Mr. Redding's daughter,
beside. He's a member of Congress, you know, and all that; and Mrs.
Florence is quite proud of having Rose in her school.
"Berry Searles is so funny!" she continued. "His mother is a horrid
old thing, and always interfering with him. Sometimes when he has a
party of fellows in his room, and they're playing cards, we can see
her coming with her candle through the house; and when she gets to his
door, she tries it, and then she knocks, and calls out, 'Abernathy, my
son!' And the fellows whip the cards into their pockets, and stick
the bottles under the table, and get out their books and dictionaries
like a flash; and when Berry unlocks the door, there they sit, studying
away; and Mrs. Searles looks so disappointed! I thought I should die
one night, Mary Andrews and I laughed so."
I verily believe that if Dr. Carr had been present at this conversation,
he would have stopped at the next station, and taken the girls back to
Burnet. But he did not return from the smoking-car till the anecdotes
about Berry were finished, and Lilly had begun again on Mrs. Florence.
"She's a sort of queen, you know. Everybody minds her. She's tall,
and always dresses beautifully. Her eyes are lovely; but, when she
gets angry, they're perfectly awful. Rose Red says she'd rather face
a mad bull any day than Mrs. Florence in a fury; and Rose ought to
know, for she's had more reprimands than any girl in school."
"How many girls are there?" inquired Dr. Carr.
"There were forty-eight last term. I don't know how many there'll be
this, for they say Mrs. Florence is going to give up. It's she who
makes the school so popular."
All this time the train was moving northward. With every mile the
country grew prettier. Spring had not fairly opened; but the grass
was green, and the buds on the tress gave a tender mist-like color
to the woods. The road followed the river, which here and there
turned upon itself in long links and windings. Ranges of blue hills
closed the distance. Now and then a nearer mountain rose, single and
alone, from the plain. The air was cool, and full of brilliant zest,
which the Western girls had never before tasted. Katy felt as if she
were drinking champagne. She and Clover flew from window to window,
exclaiming with such delight that Lilly was surprised.
"I can't see what there is to make such a fuss about," she remarked.
"That's only Deerfield. It's quite a small place."
"But how pretty it looks, nestled in among the hills! Hills are
lovely, Clover, aren't they?"
"These hills are nothing. You should see the White Mountains," said
the experienced Lilly. "Ma and I spent three weeks at the Profile
House last vacation. It was perfectly elegant."
In the course of the afternoon, Katy drew papa away to a distant seat,
and confided her distress about the wash-stands.
"Don't you think it is horrid, papa? Aunt Izzie always said that it
isn't lady-like not to take a sponge-bath every morning; but how can
we, with forty-eight girls in the room? I don't see what we are going
to do."
"I fancy we can arrange it; don't be distressed, my dear," replied Dr.
Carr. And Katy was satisfied; for when papa undertook to arrange
things, they were very apt to be done.
It was almost evening when they reached their final stopping place.
"Now, two miles in the stage, and then we're at the horrid old
Nunnery," said Lilly. "Ugh! look at that snow. It never melts here
till long after it's all gone at home. How I do hate this station!
I'm going to be awfully homesick: I know I am."
But just then she caught sight of the stagecoach, which stood waiting;
and her mood changed, for the stage was full of girls who had come by
the other train.
"Hurrah! there's Mary Edwards and Mary Silver," she exclaimed; "and I
declare, Rose Red! O you precious darling! how do you do?" Scrambling
up the steps, who plunged at a girl with waving hair, and a rosy,
mischievous face; and began kissing her with effusion.
Rose Red did not seem equally enchanted.
"Well, Lilly, how are you?" she said, and then went on talking to a
girl who sat by her side, and whose hand she held; while Lilly rushed
up and down the line, embracing and being embraced. She did not
introduce Katy and Clover; and, as papa was outside, on the driver's
box, they felt a little lonely, and strange. All the rest were
chattering merrily, and were evidently well acquainted: they were
the only ones left out.
Clover watched Rose Red, to whose face she had taken a fancy. It made
her think of a pink carnation, or of a twinkling wild rose, with saucy
whiskers of brown calyx. Whatever she said or did seemed full of a
flavor especially her own. Here eyes, which were blue, and not very
large, sparkled with fun and mischief. Her cheeks were round and
soft, like a baby's; when she laughed, two dimples broke their pink,
and, and made you want to laugh too. A cunning white throat supported
this pretty head, as a stem supports a flower; and, altogether, she
was like a flower, except that flowers don't talk, and she talked all
the time. What she said seemed droll, for the girls about here were
in fits of laughter; but Clover only caught a word now and then, the
stage made such a noise.
Suddenly Rose Red leaned forward, and touched Clover's hand.
"What's your name?" she said. "You've got eyes like my sister's. Are
you coming to the Nunnery?"
"Yes," replied Clover, smiling back. "My name is Clover,--Clover Carr."
"What a dear little name! It sounds just as you look!"
"So does your name,--Rose Red," said Clover, shyly.
"It's a ridiculous name," protested Rose Red, trying to pout. Just
then the stage stopped.
"Why? Who's going to the hotel?" cried the school-girls, in a chorus.
"I am," said Dr. Carr, putting his head in at the door, with a smile
which captivated every girl there. "Come, Katy; come, Clover. I've
decided that you sha'n't begin school till to-morrow."
"Oh, my! Don't I wish he was my pa!" cried Rose Red. Then the stage
moved on.
"Who are they? What's their name?" asked the girls. "They look nice."
"They're sort of cousins of mine, and they come from the West," replied
Lilly, not unwilling to own the relationship, now that she perceived
that Dr. Carr had made a favorable impression.
"Why on earth didn't you introduce them, then? I declare that was
just like you, Lilly Page," put in Rose Red, indignantly. "They
looked so lonesome that I wanted to pat and stroke both of 'em. That
little one has the sweetest eyes!"
Meantime Katy and Clover entered the hotel, very glad of the reprieve,
and of one more quiet evening alone with papa. They needed to get
their ideas straightened out and put to rights, after the confusions
of the day and Lilly's extraordinary talk. It was very evident that
the Nunnery was to be quite different from their expectations; but
another thing was equally evident,--it would not be dull! Rose Red
by herself, and without any one to help her, would be enough to
prevent that!
CHAPTER IV. THE NUNNERY.
The night seemed short; for the girls, tired by their journey, slept
like dormice. About seven o'clock, Katy was roused by the click of a
blind, and, opening her eyes, saw Clover standing in the window, and
peeping out through the half-opened shutters. When she heard Katy
move, she cried out,--
"Oh, do come! It's so interesting! I can see the colleges and the
church, and, I guess, the Nunnery; only I am not quite sure, because
the houses are all so much alike."
Katy jumped up and hurried to the window. The hotel stood on one side
of a green common, planted with trees. The common had a lead-colored
fence, and gravel paths, which ran across it from corner to corner.
Opposite the hotel was a long row of red buildings, broken by one or
two brown ones, with cupolas. These were evidently the colleges, and
a large gray building with a spire was as evidently the church; but
which one of the many white, green-blinded house which filled the
other sides of the common, was the Nunnery, the girls could not tell.
Clover thought it was one with a garden at the side; but Katy thought
not, because Lilly had said nothing of a garden. They discussed the
point so long that the breakfast bell took them by surprise, and they
were forced to rush through their dressing as fast as possible, so as
not to keep papa waiting.
When breakfast was over, Dr. Carr told them to put on their hats, and
get ready to walk with him to the school. Clover took one arm, and
Katy the other, and the three passed between some lead-colored posts,
and took one of the diagonal paths which led across the common.
"That's the house," said Dr. Carr, pointing.
"It isn't the one you picked out, Clover," said Katy.
"No," replied Clover, a little disappointed. The house papa indicated
was by no means so pleasant as the one she had chosen.
It was a tall, narrow building, with dormer windows in the roof, and a
square porch supported by whitewashed pillars. A pile of trunks stood
in the porch. From above came sounds of voices. Girls' heads were
popped out of upper widows at the swinging of the gate, and, as the
door opened, more heads appeared looking over the balusters from the
hall above.
The parlor into which they were taken was full of heavy, old-fashioned
furniture, stiffly arranged. The sofa and chairs were covered with
black haircloth, and stood closely against the wall. Some books lay
upon the table, arranged two by two; each upper book being exactly at
a right angle with each lower book. A bunch of dried grasses stood
in the fire-place. There were no pictures, except one portrait in
oils, of a forbidding old gentleman in a wig and glasses, sitting with
his finger majestically inserted in a half-open Bible. Altogether, it
was not a cheerful room, nor one calculated to raise the spirits of
new-comers; and Katy, whose long seclusion had made her sensitive on
the subject of rooms, shrank instinctively nearer papa as they went in.
Two ladies rose to receive them. One, a tall dignified person, was
Mrs. Florence. The other she introduced as "my assistant principal,
Mrs. Nipson." Mrs. Nipson was not tall. She had a round face,
pinched lips, and half-shut gray eyes.
"This lady is fully associated with me in the management of the school,"
explained Mrs. Florence. "When I go, she will assume entire control."
"Is that likely to be soon?" inquired Dr. Carr, surprised, and not
well pleased that the teacher of whom he had heard, and with whom he
had proposed to leave his children, was planning to yield her place
to a stranger.
"The time is not yet determined," replied Mrs. Florence. Then she
changed the subject, gracefully, but so decidedly that Dr. Carr had
no chance for further question. She spoke of classes, and discussed
what Katy and Clover were to study. Finally, she proposed to take
them upstairs to see their room. Papa might come too, she said.
"I dare say that Lilly Page, who tells me that she is a cousin of
yours, has described the arrangements of the house," she remarked
to Katy. "The room I have assigned to you is in the back building.
'Quaker Row,' the girls call it." She smiled as she spoke; and Katy,
meeting her eyes for the fist time, felt that there was something in
what Lilly had said. Mrs. Florence _was_ a sort of queen.
They went upstairs. Some girls who were peeping over the baluster
hurried away at their approach. Mrs. Florence shook her head at them.
"The first day is always one of license," she said, leading the way
along an uncarpeted entry to a door at the end, from which, by a
couple of steps, they went down into a square room; round three sides
of which, ran a shelf, on which stood rows of wash-bowls and pitchers.
Above were hooks for towels. Katy perceived that this was the much-
dreaded wash-room.
"Our lavatory," remarked Mrs. Florence blandly.
Opening from the wash-room was a very long hall, lighted at each end
by a window. The doors on either side were numbered "one, two, three,"
and so on. Some of them were half open; as they went by, Katy and
Clover caught glimpses of girls and trunks, and beds strewed with
things. At No. 6 Mrs. Florence paused.
"Here is the room which I propose to give you," she said.
Katy and Clover looked eagerly about. It was a small room, but the
sun shone in cheerfully at the window. There was a maple bedstead
and table, a couple of chairs, and a row of hooks; that was all,
except that in the wall was set a case of black-handled drawers,
with cupboard-doors above them.
"These take the place of a bureau, and hold your clothes," explained
Mrs. Florence, pulling out one of the drawers. "I hope, when once
you are settled, you will find yourselves comfortable. The rooms
are small; but young people do not require so much space as older
ones. Though, indeed, your elder daughter, Dr. Carr, looks more
advanced and grown-up that I was prepared to find her. What did
you say was her age?"
"She is past sixteen; but she has been so long confined to her room by
the illness of which I wrote, that you may probably find her behind
in some respects, which reminds me" (this was very adroit of papa!)
"I am anxious that she should keep up the system to which she has
been accustomed at home,--among other things, sponge-baths of cold
water every morning; and, as I see that the bedrooms are not furnished
with wash-stands, I will ask your permission to provide one for the
use of my little girls. Perhaps you will kindly tell me where I would
look for it?"
Mrs. Florence was not pleased, but she could not object; so she
mentioned a shop. Katy's heart gave a bound of relief. She thought
No. 6, with a wash-stand, might be very comfortable. Its bareness
and simplicity had the charm of novelty. Then there was something
very interesting to her in the idea of a whole house full of girls.
They did not stay long, after seeing the room, but went off on a
shopping excursion. Shops were few and far between at Hillsover; but
they found a neat little maple wash-stand and rocking-chair, and papa
also bought a comfortable low chair, with a slatted back and a cushion.
This was for Katy.
"Never study till your back aches," he told her: "when you are tired,
lie flat on the bed for half an hour, and tell Mrs. Florence that it
was by my direction."
"Or Mrs. Nipson," said Katy, laughing rather ruefully. She had taken
no fancy to Mrs. Nipson, and did not enjoy the idea of a divided
authority.
A hurried lunch at the hotel followed, and then it was time for Dr.
Carr to go away. They all walked to the school together, and said
good-by upon the steps. The girls would not cry, but they clung very
tightly to papa, and put as much feeling into their last kisses as
would have furnished forth half a dozen fits of tears. Lilly might
have thought them cold-hearted, but papa did not; he knew better.
"That's my brave girls!" he said. Then he kissed them once more, and
hurried away. Perhaps he did not wish them to see that his eyes too
were a little misty.
As the door closed behind them, Katy and Clover realized that they
were alone among strangers. The sensation was not pleasant; and they
felt forlorn, as they went upstairs, and down Quaker Row, toward No. 6.
"Aha! so you're going to be next door," said a gay voice, as they
passed No. 5, and Rose Red popped her head into the hall. "Well,
I'm glad," she went on, shaking hands cordially; "I sort of thought
you would, and yet I didn't know; and there are some awful stiffies
among the new girls. How do you both do?"
"Oh! are we next door to you?" cried Clover, brightening.
"Yes. It's rather good of me not to hate you; for I wanted the end
room myself, and Mrs. Florence wouldn't give it to me. Come in, and
let me introduce you to my room-mate. It's against the rules, but
that's no matter: nobody pretends to keep rules the first day."
They went in. No.5 was precisely like No. 6, in shape, size and
furniture; but Rose had unpacked her trunk, and decorated the room
with odds and ends of all sorts. The table was covered with books
and boxes; colored lithographs were pinned on the walls; a huge blue
rosette ornamented the head-board of the bed; the blinds were tied
together with pink ribbon; over the top of the window was a festoon
of hemlock boughs, fresh and spicy. The effect was fantastic, but
cheery; and Katy and Clover exclaimed, with one voice, "How pretty!"
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