Girls of the True Blue

  CHAPTER XXXII.

  THE BEGINNING OF THE SHADOW.

  The day of the party dawned on the world as sunshiny as day coulddawn. The fierce heat of the sun was tempered by just the right amountof breeze. The sultry weather of the past ten days had given place toa fresher and clearer atmosphere. All the world ought to have been inthe best of spirits on such a glorious day in early autumn.

  About eleven o'clock Captain Richmond appeared on the scene, carryinga square box in his hand. He entered the library, where Miss Royhappened to be alone.

  Miss Roy's face was preternaturally grave, and when she saw theCaptain she uttered an exclamation of relief.

  "I am so glad you have come!" she said. "I want to speak to youbadly."

  "What is it?" asked Captain Richmond.

  "Will you shut the door and turn the key? I don't want any of thechildren to overhear us."

  "Where are the children?" asked Captain Richmond.

  "Busy all over the place--busy as you might expect such little bees tobe on such an occasion. Oh, but I forgot! Gussie is lying down; shehas a slight headache and pain in her back."

  "Augusta doesn't seem too strong," said the Captain. "I have heard ofseveral headaches lately."

  "She is a very queer girl, and I don't understand her," said Miss Roy.

  "After all, Miss Roy," said the Captain, "she must be a very goodgirl, for beyond doubt she will be the happy possessor of the RoyalCross to-night."

  "You don't say so! I am amazed!" answered the governess.

  "To tell the truth, I am amazed myself, and a little disappointed. Itis wrong to say it, but I am. Still, there is no question with regardto the matter. Augusta is the only one of the little battalion who hasnot had a single bad mark for conduct."

  "I am sure poor Nora and Kitty have tried their best," said Miss Roy,standing up for her pupils, as was natural.

  "Just so. I am sure you are right. Nevertheless, the poor mites havelittle gray marks for carelessness, untidiness, forgetfulness,registered against them on several occasions."

  "Yes," said Miss Roy, "that is true. I have entered those marksmyself, and regret having had to do so."

  "What else could you do?" said the Captain. "If there was anything inmy little scheme, absolute truth and justice were essential."

  "What about Nancy?" said Miss Roy, fixing her eyes on the Captain'sface.

  "Nancy!" said the Captain. "Don't you remember?"

  "Remember? Oh yes! Could I forget? But I had hoped"----

  "What, my dear lady?"

  "That some explanation had been arrived at. How is it possible tocredit a child like Nancy with cruelty?"

  But then Miss Roy recalled the incident of the starving canary, andher voice faltered as she spoke.

  "There is no explanation," said Captain Richmond. "I feel nearly wildabout it, I assure you. I have thought over the matter until my headached; but the entry was made by my sister-in-law, a woman who doesnot make mistakes. It is impossible there could be anything wrong inthe entry. What Nancy did we don't know, but that mark takes away eventhe remotest chance of her winning the Royal Cross."

  "Then you will tell her," said Miss Roy; "you will at least give her achance of explaining, if any explanation is possible?"

  "Yes; I shall have to speak of it at the time. It will be a painfulmoment, but it is only just to the little girl."

  "I feel certain," said Miss Roy, "that Nancy will be able to putmatters right."

  But then again she thought of the canary, and once again her speechseemed to choke her.

  "You must not worry about it," said Captain Richmond. "And now," headded in a good-natured tone, "can I do anything for you? Pray commandme."

  "There is something I must speak to you about, CaptainRichmond--something very serious and painful. I cannot tell you howgrieved I am that such bad news should reach us on this auspiciousday. I think it will be our duty to keep what I am about tocommunicate from the young people. Let them have one day of pleasureat any rate. But the fact is, poor Constance Aspray is not expected tolive out the day, and a servant in the house has now developedsmallpox."

  "Indeed!" said the Captain. "How terrible!"

  "We cannot put off our guests now," said Miss Roy; "nor would it bewise. Any kind of panic at such a time would be sure to make themischief worse. There have been a few other cases in the village, andalthough they have been removed to hospital at once, yet it wouldcertainly be best for us to leave here to-morrow morning. I should notfeel I was fulfilling my duty to Mrs. Richmond if I allowed thechildren to run any further risk."

  "Very well," said the Captain, "you must do as you think best. Onlylet them all be happy for this day at least."

  He was about to leave the room, when he turned suddenly:

  "Could you have this box conveyed to Nancy's bedroom?" he said. "Thereis a little surprise within for her; and I only wish I were able togive her the Royal Cross to-night."

  Miss Roy promised to attend to Captain Richmond's request, and theyoung man left the house.

  Outside, Kitty, Nora, and Nancy were rushing wildly about, arrangingbenches, seeing to the best position for garden chairs, and helpinghere, there, and everywhere. They rushed to the Captain with gladwelcomes, and he was soon as busy as the rest making preparations forthe evening.

  Lunch was extra early that day, in order to have everything inreadiness for the advent of the poor people early in the afternoon.

  Nancy and the other two girls went up to their rooms, and soon ashriek from Nancy brought Kitty and Nora running to her bedroom.

  "Oh, is it a fairy--is it--is it? I don't know whether I am on my heador on my heels," cried the little girl; "but such a darling, such abeauty! Oh, isn't it just sweet? Who gave it to me? Kitty, it can't betrue; it must be meant for some other little girl."

  "No, it isn't. See what is written on that piece of paper," saidKitty, whose face was red and her eyes dancing with joy. "See foryourself, Nancy; see for yourself."

  Nancy read the following words on a little white card:

  "From a genie to a good fairy, with compliments."

  "Oh, it is quite mysterious!" said Nancy. "But are you certain that Iam the good fairy?"

  "Certain--positive," said Kitty. "Why, I could not wear that dress; itis a great deal too small. What a figure of fun I should look with mylong legs! But it will suit you, Nancy, to perfection. I knewthat"----

  "Hush, Kitty!" said Nora.

  "You are hiding something from me," said Nancy.

  "Nothing--nothing, truly: but do let us examine it. Is it notwonderful to have a genie for a friend?"

  "What is a genie?" said Nancy.

  "A sort of grown-up fairy--better than a fairy, because he isstronger, and he is quite grownup, you know. And if a little girl hasa genie for a friend, why, anything may happen to her. She might askfor anything and she would probably get it. And, oh, what sweet littleshoes! And the stockings! Well done, Unc"----

  "Kitty, you are quite incorrigible," said Nora. "But there, Nan! youare in luck; the dress is yours, and you are to wear it to-night. Nowdo come, Kit, for if we don't hurry we shall be late for lunch."

  Nancy folded the pretty frock and put it into its box. Kitty's wordshad enlightened her: Uncle Pete was the genie; and, of course, she wasthe good little fairy.

  "But am I a good fairy?" thought the child. "Oh, if he only knew! Andif he could only guess how my heart aches--often, often. I know I haveno chance of the Royal Cross to-night. I wonder who will get it.Gussie hopes that she will. Perhaps she will, for she is so clever; noone guesses when Gussie does wrong things--no one but me. Oh, howunhappy she has made my life! Well, I must go to her now. I must findout if her head is any better."

  Nan flew along the corridors, and soon reached Augusta's room, openedthe door without knocking, and went in.

  Augusta was lying in an uneasy doze, and her face was considerablyflushed.

  "It is lunch-time," said Nan; "aren't you coming down?"

  "No,"
said Augusta; "I could not eat anything."

  "Are you ill?" asked Nancy in a low, terror-stricken whisper.

  "No, I am not a bit ill," said Augusta; "but I have got one of mystupid headaches. Don't look so scared, child. Come here, close to me,Nan."

  "Yes," said Nancy; and she went to Augusta's side and bent over her."You are hot, Gussie; and, oh dear, how your face burns!"

  "I always get hot like that when I have these stupid headaches; but itis better. I don't feel it when I am lying down. Nancy, has there beenany news from the Asprays?"

  "I have not heard of any," said Nancy.

  "Oh, what a relief"----

  "We would have heard if--if the worst----" said Nancy.

  "Oh, of course; but don't let as think any more about them," saidAugusta. "And I am not a bit ill, really. Tell them all I am comingdown this afternoon, but I shall stay quiet until then."

  "But won't you have anything to eat, Gussie?"

  "No, no; nothing. I could not touch a morsel. Go away now; there's agood child."

  "Do you know, Gussie, Uncle Pete--a good genie, I mean--has broughtme such a lovely frock; very like yours, only, I think, nicer. It wasin a box, and the box was on my bed. I have just unfastened it andlooked at the frock. But isn't it just too sweet of him?"

  "Yes," said Augusta. "Then there will be two of us to look prettyto-night."

  "I want to look very, very pretty," said Nancy, "just to show UnclePete how grateful I am to him."

  "Well, don't chat any more now; your silly talk makes my head worsethan ever. Run away now. Only listen; if there is any worse news, besure you let me know."

  "Yes," said Nancy; and she left the room.

  Augusta tossed from side to side of her bed. Troubled thoughts werevisiting her. A fear, grave and mighty, was lying dormant in herbreast; very little would make it start into full growth. She sat uppresently and pushed the thick hair from her brows.

  One of the housemaids came in, and started when she saw Augusta; thencoming forward, she said in a tone of commiseration:

  "Oh, Miss Gussie! I didn't know you were here. And you do look bad,miss. Is there much the matter?"

  "Only a stupid headache," said Augusta. "It will be all rightpresently. I shall come down to have my fun when those tiresome poorpeople have gone; I am not going before."

  "We are all going to have a lark," said the girl, who saw no reasonfor being extra respectful to Augusta, who was no favourite with theservants. "There are a lot of them coming; but Gaffer Jones can't, norcan old Tilbury."

  "Who are they? And why can't they come?" asked Augusta.

  "Because of the sickness, miss."

  "Sickness!" said Augusta, at once on the alert. "Is any one ill?"

  "Three cases of smallpox in the village, miss. But the sick people istook to the hospital--two in Gaffer Jones's house, and one inTilbury's--three in all. It do seem sad about that poor, handsome younglady."

  "Miss Aspray, do you mean?" said Augusta, whose face had now turneddeadly white.

  "Yes, miss--of course."

  "She is not dead?"

  "No, no, miss. How bad you look! But she is likely to be afore long.There! I won't talk to you no more, miss, if I can't do nothing foryou; but if you would like a cup of tea"----

  "No; leave me, please, Jane. All I want is to be quiet."

  Jane withdrew, and Augusta flung herself once more on her bed andcovered her head.

  "Of course it is nothing," she said to herself; "only this headache. Iam safe now, and I won't even think there is anything to fear.But--but, oh, the pain in my back!"

  Notwithstanding the shadow of illness which rested so darkly over onehouse, and which was already making its cruel and awful presence feltin the village, the party at Fairleigh was a merry one. Everythingwas done to make the guests happy. There was no selfish element atwork, and the guests were delighted--there was no hitch anywhere. PoorAugusta upstairs, in pain and terror, was for the time forgotten.

  But the gayest time will come to an end, and when the party had runraces innumerable, swarmed up greasy poles, leapt barriers, and jumpedabout in sacks, and gone through the different feats which are thepride and honour of an Englishman's holiday, a good meal followed.Then the children of the neighbourhood appeared on the scene, and soonafter six o'clock the first batch of guests took their leave.

  It was now the turn of the young people of the house to rush off totheir rooms to get ready for the dance, which was to be, in one sense,the greatest event of the day.

  Nan, with her heart smiting her for having forgotten Augusta so long,went first to that young lady's room.

  She knocked. Gussie said, "Come in;" and she entered.

  "How do I look?" said Augusta.

  Nancy started with genuine pleasure when she saw her. She was up, andwas arrayed in her beautiful frock. The maid Jane had been summoned,and had tied all the strings and fastened the different hooks.

  "You do look well now, Gussie," said Nancy. "I am so happy!"

  Augusta, always a striking-looking girl, looked distinctly handsometo-night. The brightness of incipient fever shone in her eyes, makingthem both large and dark; a rich colour mantled her cheeks, and thevery dread which filled her softened her beauty and gave character toher face. Her lovely dress fitted her to perfection, and showed offher young graces, making her look quite remarkable.

  "How nicely you have your hair done! Did Jane do it?" asked Nancy.

  "No; I did it myself."

  "And is your headache quite well now?"

  "It aches now and then, but it is nothing to signify. When I havedanced a little I shall be quite all right."

  "Oh Gussie! you are shivering, and your face has turned white."

  "I must have taken a chill," said Augusta. "I have been like this, offand on, all day."

  "Have you had anything to eat, Gussie?"

  "No; I could not eat. But I should like something to drink. My eyesburn, and I am awfully thirsty."

  "Oh, there are such piles of ices downstairs! I will go and fetch youa strawberry ice."

  "You really are a good little thing. But come here. Have you heardanything fresh about the Asprays?"

  "About the Asprays?" said Nancy. "No--nothing at all."

  "But I have. Jane has told me that Constance is worse--so bad thatthey don't think she can recover. And, oh! if Connie dies, I can't--I_can't_ bear it."

  "Oh, but she won't die! And please--please, Gussie, do bear up. I amsure God will spare Constance."

  "I don't know. I don't seem able to believe anything--anything good, Imean, Nancy. But did I tell you that there are cases in the village?"

  "Are there?" said Nancy. "But it can't be true," she added, "for ifthere were Miss Roy would have told us."

  "It is true; and I watched the people as they came on the lawn. Iwatched them on purpose. Gaffer Jones was not there, nor was Mrs.Tilbury, nor any of her family. Some of the Tilburys are down with it,Nancy, and some of the Joneses. And, oh dear! I wish I could get itall out of my head--it is so--so dreadful."

  "I must rush away to dress," said Nancy. "It is very sad, but we arebound to make ourselves happy to-night, and forget such things."

  She ran off, having quite forgotten about the ice which she hadpromised to bring to Augusta.

  Augusta stood for a long while by the window; then she wentdownstairs.

  The final touches had been given to the long supper-table. Nancy wasright; there were pails full of ice under the sideboard.

  "I am so thirsty, Walter; will you give me some ice?" said Augusta.

  The man helped her to a strawberry ice, which she ate greedily. "Now Iwill have something to drink," she said; "iced champagne--anything."

  There was no iced champagne, but iced claret-cup was forthcoming, andAugusta drank it, declaring to herself that she felt vastly better.She then went out on the lawn.

  There she was met by Uncle Peter in his evening-dress, and soonafterwards the three girls joined them.

  Nancy look
ed just as sweet as the genie thought she would when heselected her dress. Her face was pale beside the flaming colour whichpainted Augusta's cheeks, but--there was no doubt about it--the littlegirl possessed the rarer sort of beauty. Nancy's was of the spiritualorder, filling her eyes with sadness and sympathy, and making theexpression of her little face unworldly and high in tone.