Part 5 (1/2)

”I will do what you want me to do,” said Louisiana.

”Then,” said Miss Ferrol, wondering at an unexpected sense of discomfort in herself, ”I will dress you for supper now. You must begin to wear the things, so that you may get used to them.”

CHAPTER IV.

A NEW TYPE.

When the two entered the supper-room together a little commotion was caused by their arrival. At first the supple young figure in violet and gray was not recognized. It was not the figure people had been used to, it seemed so tall and slenderly round. The reddish-brown hair was combed high and made into soft puffs; it made the pretty head seem more delicately shaped, and showed how white and graceful the back of the slender neck was. It was several minutes before the problem was solved. Then a sharp young woman exclaimed, _sotto voce_:

”It's the little country-girl, in new clothes--in clothes that fit.

Would you believe it?”

”Don't look at your plate so steadily,” whispered Miss Ferrol. ”Lean back and fan yourself as if you did not hear. You must never show that you hear things.”

”I shall be obliged to give her a few hints now and then,” she had said to herself beforehand. ”But I feel sure when she once catches the cue she will take it.”

It really seemed as if she did, too. She had looked at herself long and steadily after she had been dressed, and when she turned away from the gla.s.s she held her head a trifle more erect, and her cheeks had reddened. Perhaps what she had recognized in the reflection she had seen had taught her a lesson. But she said nothing. In a few days Olivia herself was surprised at the progress she had made. Sanguine as she was, she had not been quite prepared for the change which had taken place in her. She had felt sure it would be necessary to teach her to control her emotions, but suddenly she seemed to have learned to control them without being told to do so; she was no longer demonstrative of her affection, she no longer asked innocent questions, nor did she ever speak of her family. Her reserve was puzzling to Olivia.

”You are very clever,” she said to her one day, the words breaking from her in spite of herself, after she had sat regarding her in silence for a few minutes. ”You are even cleverer than I thought you were, Louise.”

”Was that very clever?” the girl asked.

”Yes, it was,” Olivia answered, ”but not so clever as you are proving yourself.”

But Louisiana did not smile or blush, as she had expected she would.

She sat very quietly, showing neither pleasure nor shyness, and seeming for a moment or so to be absorbed in thought.

In the evening when the stages came in they were sitting on the front gallery together. As the old rattletraps b.u.mped and swung themselves up the gravel drive, Olivia bent forward to obtain a better view of the pa.s.sengers.

”He ought to be among them,” she said.

Louisiana laid her hand on her arm.

”Who is that sitting with the driver?” she asked, as the second vehicle pa.s.sed them. ”Isn't that----”

”To be sure it is!” exclaimed Miss Ferrol.

She would have left her seat, but she found herself detained. Her companion had grasped her wrist.

”Wait a minute!” she said. ”Don't leave me! Oh--I wish I had not done it!”

Miss Ferrol turned and stared at her in amazement.

She spoke in her old, uncontrolled, childish fas.h.i.+on. She was pale, and her eyes were dilated.

”What is the matter?” said Miss Ferrol, hurriedly, when she found her voice. ”Is it that you really don't like the idea? If you don't, there is no need of our carrying it out. It was only nonsense--I beg your pardon for not seeing that it disturbed you. Perhaps, after all, it was very bad taste in me----”