CHAPTER XVII
THE GATHERING OF THE CLANS
"Blue Bonnet! Do you really truly mean it?"
Kitty Clark stood before a pile of fluffy, shimmering gowns atHollander's, her hands clasped ecstatically, her face wreathed insmiles.
"Girls!" she cried, "Sarah! Amanda! Did you hear what Blue Bonnet said?We are each to choose a gown--a dinner gown and a party coat; gifts fromMr. Ashe. Did you ever hear of anything so splendid in your lives? Justfancy being able to _choose_ what one really wants, and not somethingthat will 'do nicely!' A party coat, too, Blue Bonnet? You're sureyou're not mistaken? Why, it will cost a fearful lot for six of us!"
"I don't think you need worry about that, Kitty Kat. Uncle Cliff isn'tminding the price. Just choose something pretty and becoming. Carita andI are to select, too. Come on, girls!"
"But, Blue Bonnet!" it was practical Sarah who spoke, "we mustn't beextravagant just because your uncle has been so good. Didn't he put alimit on the price?"
"No, he did not, Sarah. Uncle Cliff doesn't put a limit on what hegives. He said to get what you each liked. You'd better get busy.Kitty's going to have the pick if you don't."
Kitty was already holding up the daintiest blue embroidered chiffon.
"Isn't this perfectly exquisite?" she said, catching Blue Bonnet'sglance. The saleswoman came forward with a pale green messaline.
"The young lady could wear either of these, with her hair," sheremarked.
"Put one of them on, Kitty," Blue Bonnet suggested. "One could hardlychoose, they are both so dear. The blue one is simpler, I think, andblue is your color."
Kitty emerged presently from the dressing-room in the blue gown. Thegirls exclaimed in a breath. Kitty looked charming. The saleswomanselected a blue velvet wrap of a darker shade and threw it over Kitty'sshoulders. The effect was enchanting.
"Kitty!" Blue Bonnet cried, "that's simply stunning! Wait a minute--keepit on until I get Grandmother and Uncle Cliff."
Grandmother and Uncle Cliff beheld the transformation in silence for aminute. Grandmother spoke first.
"It is very beautiful, Kitty--very--but I fear--Is it not a little oldfor you, dear?"
Kitty looked her disappointment, and the saleswoman came to the rescue.
"The gown is one of our young girl models, madam, and really verysimple. The coat is not elaborate either. Indeed it is very plain--ascoats go now. I think the young lady could scarcely make a mistake inchoosing them."
Mr. Ashe smiled his approval.
"You like them, Kitty?" he asked.
"Oh, Mr. Ashe, I perfectly adore them!"
"Then if Mrs. Clyde thinks them suitable, take them, by all means."
Mrs. Clyde hesitated. She wished that her daughter had not selected thishour to attend to business matters. She would have liked her approval.
"I wish your Aunt Lucinda might see them first, dear," she said to BlueBonnet. "I hardly feel capable of choosing for Kitty."
"But Aunt Lucinda said she couldn't possibly get through with heraffairs before lunch, Grandmother--you remember hearing her say that,don't you? Well, you see we've got to choose quickly, because the girlswant to wear the gowns to the dinner to-night, and if there are anyalterations it couldn't be managed. Anyway, Grandmother, I _know_they're all right. They aren't a speck more elaborate than the girls atMiss North's wear. Please let Kitty have them."
And Mrs. Clyde, under pressure of the argument and the moment,capitulated.
Kitty moved off toward the dressing-room in a transport of happiness,and the other girls in turn made their selections. Debby found arose-colored dress that suited her admirably; Sarah, after muchdeliberation, chose a substantial afternoon gown that would serve fordinner and party also; a gown that would have pleased Aunt Lucinda downto the ground. Amanda made her selection after the order of Kitty's; awhite embroidered swiss over a pink slip, with a wrap that blended, andyet appeared substantial; while Susy and Ruth, showing extremely goodjudgment, abided by Mrs. Clyde's decision, and selected simple sheerwhite organdies with charming sashes, and girlish looking coats of darkred broadcloth.
Carita and Blue Bonnet waited until all the others had been supplied.Then Blue Bonnet found a little frock of pale pink crepe de chine;something she had long wanted; and Carita cast her lot with Ruth andSusy, selecting an organdy not unlike theirs, and a coat of bluebroadcloth.
It was a happy party that filed out of the store an hour later, afterall accessories to the costumes had been found and purchased.
Luncheon was a merry feast, enjoyed at the Touraine; as was also themotor ride in the afternoon. But the real joy of the day came with thedinner in the evening. The table, according to Blue Bonnet'sinstructions, had been laid in the Palm Room. Miss Clyde much preferreda private dining-room; but Blue Bonnet had insisted that half the funwas in seeing the life at the hotel, and Miss Clyde finally withdrew herobjections.
Mr. Ashe sat at the head of the table with Mrs. Clyde at his right andMrs. White at his left. At the opposite end sat Miss Clyde, and theLambs and the We Are Sevens alternated about the board. Annabel Jacksonhad Kitty Clark under her wing; while Sue Hemphill entertained Amanda.An arrangement which proved entirely satisfactory, judging from themerriment that came from their respective quarters.
Blue Bonnet, glancing at her guests, indulged in the utmostsatisfaction. The Lambs were charming in the new gowns; but, thanks toUncle Cliff, not a whit more so than her beloved We Are Sevens--a factwhich the Lambs themselves appreciated. Joy Cross, between Blue Bonnetand kind-hearted Wee Watts, looked very happy.
The place cards caused great amusement; and it is safe to say that eachone found its way into a memory book for future reference and pleasure.Patty Paine, gifted in art, had painted them charmingly, while AngelaDare, despite her scorn for mere "doggerel," had penned a verse suitableto each guest. Jokes and jests were the order of the evening. Each girlhad been asked to bring her best story, and consequently there were nolapses into silence or stupid pauses during courses.
"It has been the most wonderful success, Blue Bonnet," Annabelwhispered, as the party left the table. "And I _did so_ enjoy KittyClark. I couldn't keep my eyes off her."
"I'm so glad, Annabel," Blue Bonnet answered, giving the hand in her owna squeeze. "We must hurry a bit now. We're going to the Plymouth to see'Pomander Walk.' They say it's dear."
The play came up to expectations. The girls enjoyed it hugely. Enjoyedit just as they enjoyed the supper at the Touraine later--with theenthusiasm of youth and good health.
"Uncle Cliff," Blue Bonnet said, when they were finally back at thehotel, and she was saying good night at his own door, "I believe thishas been the very happiest day of my life. I can't begin to thank youfor it; you've been so good--and so generous. Wasn't it splendid the waythe girls took to the dresses--and Aunt Lucinda having that appointmentjust at that hour? It seemed almost as if--as if the fairies had had ahand in it all, didn't it? We couldn't have arranged it better if we'dtried. But I'm afraid I did Aunt Lucinda an injustice. She didn't mindabout our getting the girls the dresses at all. I believe she liked it.She said it was a great privilege to be able to give so much happiness."
And stooping to kiss Blue Bonnet, Mr. Ashe asked:
"You were satisfied, then, Honey? It went off as well as you hadexpected? You are quite content?"
Blue Bonnet hesitated before she replied.
"What is it, Honey? Speak up. Have we left something undone?"
"There's just one thing, Uncle Cliff. I'm almost ashamed to mention itin the face of all you've done to-day--but--it's about Gabriel. If wecould only do something for the poor little fellow. Oh, Uncle Cliff, youcan't think how it hurts me to see him fading away in that place,when--when there's sunshine going to waste on the Blue Bonnet ranch, andponies eating their heads off in the stables."
"I thought of that, too, Honey, and--I wasn't going to tell youto-night, Blue Bonnet--you've had enough excitement for one day; butMiss Clyde went to see Gabriel this morning--that was he
r businessengagement--and we're going to take the little chap to Woodford with hisnurse for a while. Miss Clyde thinks that she can find a boarding-place.When he gets stronger we'll get him down to the ranch; down into God'sown country, Honey, where people have to look in the dictionary to findout what 'tuberculosis' means. There! there! I knew I shouldn't havetold you to-night. You're all worn out. Come, come, Honey! the girls arewaiting for you."
But Blue Bonnet, arms about her uncle's neck, was sobbing out thegladness of her heart.
* * * * *
It was on the way back to the hotel from church the next day that BlueBonnet, lagging a bit behind Grandmother and Aunt Lucinda, said toKitty:
"I don't know whether you girls will enjoy the visit we have to pay tothe relatives to-day very much or not. It won't be exciting, butGrandmother and Aunt Lucinda would be hurt if we didn't go."
"I think it's about time we were considering somebody besides ourselvesafter all that's been done for us," Kitty replied. "I shall love to go,myself. I met your Cousin Tracy once in Woodford and I liked him ever somuch."
And the others, whether out of courtesy or not, echoed Kitty'ssentiments.
But the afternoon proved far from stupid. Cousin Tracy went to greatlengths to be entertaining, and Cousin Honora and Cousin Augusta were sohospitable in their quaint surroundings that Kitty whispered to BlueBonnet:
"I feel as if they had stepped out of a book--Cranford,--or something!"An announcement that Blue Bonnet scarcely knew whether to take as acompliment or not. She recalled the refinement of the Cranford family,but to be so far behind the time in this day and generation.
Kitty saw the puzzled expression and qualified the remark instantly.
"I mean they are so aristocratic--there is such an atmosphere aboutthem."
It was quite eight o'clock when Andrews, the man-servant who had beenwith Miss Augusta for so many years, came into the library and lightedthe tall candlesticks on the bookcases; stirred the fire and made thetable ready for the large tray that, laden with cake and sandwiches,followed immediately. Miss Honora poured the tea, and the girls passedthe refreshments.
It was all delightfully cosy, and the Boston relatives enjoyed thegirls' breezy chatter; and the schoolgirl experiences, which were highlyentertaining.
"And have you initiated the Spanish costume at Miss North's yet, BlueBonnet?" Cousin Tracy asked.
The faintest pink crept into Blue Bonnet's cheeks as she rememberedCousin Tracy's introduction to the costume. She laughed gaily as sheanswered:
"I haven't worn it myself; but some of the girls have. It makes a finefancy dress costume. I believe Carita had it last at a Freshman party.She was a picture in it, too."
Ten o'clock came before any one realized it. The girls had beeninterested in Cousin Tracy's specimens and stories; and Grandmother andAunt Lucinda had enjoyed a visit with the relatives whom they saw tooinfrequently.
"Girls, it's almost over," Kitty exclaimed disconsolately, as she puther things in her bag that night at the hotel. "I wish it were justbeginning."
She looked about the pretty suite which she and Amanda had occupiedjointly.
"I don't know how I'm going to give up all this elegance and come downto earth, and Woodford again. Oh, dear--a little touch of high life isawfully unsettling!"
"I don't feel that way at all," Amanda declared. "It will give mesomething to think about for weeks to come. Kitty, how are we ever goingto pay Mr. Ashe and Blue Bonnet for all they have done?"
"They don't want any pay," Blue Bonnet said, entering the room at thatmoment. "Uncle Cliff says he has had a beautiful time, and--well, Ireckon you all know how I've enjoyed it. Could I help you pack? My trunkwent from the school yesterday and my bag's all ready."
"No, I think not, thank you--unless you would be good enough to foldthis dress and party coat, Blue Bonnet. I want to keep them as fresh aspossible until Mother sees them. They _are_ such loves!"
Kitty produced the box in which they had been sent home, and in anothermoment they were skillfully laid away between tissue paper.
"My, but you do that cleverly," Kitty said, as she watched Blue Bonnet'snimble fingers. "It almost makes one wish for an Aunt Lucinda. Shetaught you a great deal about neatness, didn't she?"
"She certainly did! I've learned a lot at school, too. Our bureaudrawers are inspected regularly. If any one thinks boarding-school isall fun, they're mistaken. You're trained from the ground up!"
Woodford had put on her finest spring array for the return of herchildren, and Blue Bonnet thought the quaint old village had neverlooked half so lovely as they drove up the quiet street through theavenue of elms. Denham, with Solomon at his heels, was waiting at thestation. Solomon wagged his joy at seeing his mistress, and Blue Bonnetwas no less enthusiastic in her greeting.
"I see that you take good care of him, Denham," she said, nodding towardthe dog affectionately. "And Chula? Is she up from pasture waiting forme?"
"She is, Miss Blue Bonnet," the old coachman answered cheerfully. "An'right skittish, too. I don't think she's had a saddle to her back sinceyou last rode her. I meant to give her a run yesterday, but Darrell'sboy was late getting her in. Think you'd better let me try her out,Miss, before you mount."
"Thank you, Denham, but Chula is as safe as a lamb. I'll take her outthis afternoon and give her a taste of what's before her for the nextweek. I'll put her through her paces. Don't worry!"
But the afternoon was so full of a number of things that Chula stood inher stall indulging in an extra supply of oats which Blue Bonnet hadinsisted upon in honor of her home-coming.
"She's had poor food all winter, Denham," she said. "Just hay and stuff.Feed her up a bit, and I'll give her a run the first thing in themorning."
But in the morning Alec arrived with Knight Judson, and in the rush ofthings Chula was again neglected.
It was the third morning after Blue Bonnet's arrival that Chula was atlast brought round to the side door. There was to be a riding party; ascamper through the woods with lunch in the hills afterward.
"Hold her a minute, please, Denham," Blue Bonnet called from her bedroomwindow, which overlooked the side driveway. "I'll be down in twoseconds."
At that moment Alec and Knight rode up, and Alec, dismounting, threwChula's bridle over his arm. Chula gave her head a toss and shied away.
"There, girl!" Alec rubbed her nose and spoke kindly. "What's up? Toomuch high living?"
"That's it exactly, sir," Denham said, touching his hat respectfully. "Iwanted Miss Blue Bonnet to let me give her a turn before she mounted,but she thinks she can manage her. She's just feelin' her oats, sir.She'll settle down after the first mile or two."
But Chula did not settle down after the first mile; nor the second.
"Better let me give her a run," Alec insisted, but Blue Bonnet refused.
After the first five miles Chula began to lose the restlessness that hadtaken possession of her. Some one in the party suggested that the horsesbe let out a bit, and they were off in a bunch, Chula well in the lead.
"I don't like the way that mare is acting," Alec said to Knight. "Veerround to the left of Blue Bonnet and keep pretty close to her for awhile. I'll take the other side."
Knight urged the big grey horse he was riding and caught up with BlueBonnet; but Chula, taking the grey's speed for a challenge, shot forthin a wild run.
It took a moment or two for the rest of the party to grasp the fact thatChula, gentle, docile Chula, was in earnest; that she was really runningaway.
There was a shriek from Debby, which did not help matters in the least,and a horrified groan from the rest of the We Are Sevens. Knight Judson,thoroughly alarmed, took up the chase; but his horse, big and clumsy,was no mate for Chula, who was running at breakneck speed.
Alec took in the situation at a glance. He feared to catch up with BlueBonnet, lest Chula should take Victor's presence as a further invitationto contest; and yet, it seemed the only thing to do. Blue Bonnet w
as ina fair way to lose control of the animal at any moment. He raced on attop speed. Fortunately they were on a rising piece of ground, and Aleccould see that Chula was pretty well winded.
"Hold tight, Blue Bonnet," he called, as he came up behind her. "You'reall right! I'm close behind you. Keep up your nerve!"
Whether it was the welcome sound of Alec's voice in such closeproximity, or utter exhaustion, Blue Bonnet could scarcely have said,herself; but loosening her feet from the stirrups as if by magic, sheswayed forward in the saddle, and in another instant lay an unconsciousheap in the road.
Alec was at her side in a moment: lowering her head, rubbing her hands,and calling upon Knight to run to the brook for water.
"She's only fainted, I'm sure," he said in response to Knight's look ofdistress. "I don't believe she's hurt a bit. The mare was only playing;but, by George, wait till I catch her! I'll teach her how to run awayin the future!"
Alec's face was white with anxiety and anger, and his jaw set withdetermination that boded no good for Chula.
Blue Bonnet stirred presently; opened her eyes. The sight of Alec andKnight bending over her in the road bewildered her. Then she remembered,and a look of horror came into her eyes. She sat up frantically.
"Chula!" she cried, scanning the road eagerly. "Where is she? Alec,catch her! Catch her quickly! If she goes home without me it willfrighten Grandmother to death."
Knight was off in a twinkling, coming back in a few minutes leadingChula by her bridle.
"Little devil!" he said, laughing. "She was browsing up there on thehillside as peaceful as a lamb. Weren't you, old girl?"
But Alec, still white with anger, jumped to his feet and snatchingChula's bridle from Knight's hands, struck the mare a stinging blow withhis whip across her shoulder.
Blue Bonnet was up and at Chula's side instantly. She wrenched the whipfrom Alec's hand and her voice quivered with passion.
"How dare you strike my horse, Alec Trent! How dare you!"
Her arms were round Chula's neck instantly; her fingers caressing theugly mark that was beginning to show deep in the sorrel shoulder.
For a moment Alec gazed at Blue Bonnet, dumb with amazement. Then hetook a step toward her apologetically.
"I beg your pardon," he said slowly. "I beg your pardon, Blue Bonnet.Not for striking Chula. She needed what I gave her; but for losing mytemper. I'm sorry."
Blue Bonnet, still trying to smooth out the mark on Chula's shoulder,answered not a word. There was an awkward silence for a moment, and thenshe suggested that the party move on.
"Will you lend me your hand, Knight?" she said. "I don't believe I canmount alone this time."
There was a protest from all the young people.
"Blue Bonnet! You're surely not going to ride Chula again to-day! Youcan't! You're all unstrung! She may run again; you really must not."
"Your hand, please, Knight," Blue Bonnet insisted calmly.
Alec stepped forward and took Chula's bridle. At his touch the mareshied, almost jerking the reins from his hands.
Blue Bonnet snatched the bridle and turned on Alec.
"Will you leave my horse alone, please?" she said angrily. "You see, shehates your touch!"
It was Kitty who strove to heal the breach.
"Don't be ridiculous, Blue Bonnet! Chula got just what was coming toher. She might have killed you; throwing you like that--"
"She didn't throw me, Kitty Clark! You don't know what you're talkingabout! Knight, are you going to help me, or not? If you aren't, I canmount from that log over there."
Knight came forward hesitatingly.
"Really," he said, "I think you are very unwise, Blue Bonnet. The mareis excited yet; she might--"
"You don't understand, Knight. There is a reason why I _must_ rideChula--_now, this very minute_. I am not at all nervous--see?"
She held out a cool, steady hand and Knight took it for an instant inhis own.
"You're game, all right," he answered. "Here goes, then."
He lifted her into the saddle and she took up the reins firmly. For thesecond time she had conquered an abiding fear.
The remainder of the ride was a sad failure. Blue Bonnet felt it as shetried to entertain Knight, who kept close to her side. Alec rode withKitty; but his eyes scarcely left Chula, who was behaving quite decentlynow that her frolic was over.
Kitty tried to interest Alec with stories of her Boston trip; the dinnerfor the Lambs; the gay theatre party; but all she got for her effortwas a mere occasional, "You don't say," or "That was fine, now, wasn'tit?"
Finally, in exasperation, Kitty rebelled.
"Forget it, Alec," she said. "That was only one of Blue Bonnet'sflashes. She adores Chula, and she knew she was only playing. You didgive the horse a bad cut, though. She needed it, nevertheless. I don'tsee how Blue Bonnet ever escaped breaking her neck, falling like that!"
To all of which Alec made no answer, except to suggest that they ride onand select a place for lunch.
The picnic, which had promised so much, was also a dire failure. In thefirst place it was a trifle early for a picnic. There was chill in theair, though the sun shone brightly.
Blue Bonnet ate her sandwiches and talked to Knight merrily; but neveronce did her glance meet Alec's, or her conversation lead in hisdirection.
As the party reached town and the girls took their respective roadshome, Blue Bonnet found herself for the first time alone with Alec.Knight had gone ahead with Kitty and Amanda. Alec drew up beside her andfor a moment they rode in silence.
"Were you hurt, Blue Bonnet?" he asked.
"Not in the least, thank you," she replied indifferently.
"I hope you aren't going to be angry. I did exactly what I would havedone to Victor, or any other beast that acted that way."
"We'll drop the matter," Blue Bonnet said coolly. "But there's onething--I hope you won't feel it your duty to tell Aunt Lucinda aboutwhat happened and spoil my vacation. It would put a ban on Chula forevermore. My falling was my own fault; not hers. I slipped off in preferenceto--perhaps--being dragged."
All at once the light began to dawn upon Alec. He remembered the fearthat had so long obsessed Blue Bonnet; the fear of being dragged.
The horses were walking now, and Alec leaned over and put his hand onthe pummel of Chula's saddle; presently it slipped down in a caress onthe mare's shoulder.
"I beg your pardon, Chula girl," he said. "I was pretty hard on you,wasn't I? Are you ready to forgive me?"
And whether it was because at that moment Mrs. Clyde's comfortable barnhove in sight, or in response to Alec's pleading, Chula gave a lowwhinny, and her mistress, looking into Alec's face which was lifted forher approval, smiled.