Part 11 (1/2)

Seymour laughed, so did Mr. Rowson, so did Mabel, and finally so did Minnie herself, and thus the matter was amicably settled.

Seymour and Minnie walked home with Mabel, and when they had left her at her own door, as they strolled slowly home, Seymour remarked, ”What a quiet, sensible little woman your friend is--as different as possible from you; how comes it that two such extremes manage to get on so well?”

”Thanks for your good opinion! It's quite flattering to be cla.s.sed as the extreme opposite of quiet and sensible,” was the only reply vouchsafed by Minnie with a great show of offended dignity.

Seymour laughed, and remarked that often ”people with a great deal more sense didn't put it to nearly such a good use.”

Whereat Minnie a.s.sumed a slightly molified air, and observed that now he was disparaging himself--a piece of humility which he altogether repudiated.

Next morning there was a great deal of rejoicing among the girls, who were in early enough to hear Minnie's news, and some few, who had hitherto held back fearing public ridicule, were now eager to join them, finding they were regarded, not only with toleration, but even with approbation by the general public.

Mona Cameron was not among the number, though in her heart she would gladly have been there. She had many times longed to join them, and was even now only kept back by her pride, and the conviction that it would degrade her to place herself in the ranks and acknowledge Minnie Kimberly as her head and leader as the other girls cheerfully did, although Minnie herself had placed Mabel in the position of command, and loyally insisted on her approval being necessary to the most trivial arrangement.

On this morning it happened that Mona was in early, and was obliged to listen to the happy chatter of the girls as they discussed their plans with a zest and good-humour such as seldom prevails when a company of girls have under discussion a subject on which each has her individual and separate ideas, and is anxious to see them carried out.

Mona sat apart, feeling very much annoyed with herself for caring at all about ”charity organizations,” and yet caring all the more, listening eagerly to every different suggestion--rejecting this one in her own mind, and approving that, or improving it, as the case might be, by tacking on some neat little amendment evolved from her own clever brain.

All of a sudden, these several proceedings were brought to a standstill by the entrance of the Princ.i.p.al and teachers rather sharper to the minute than was the usual custom of the school.

Immediately after the opening exercises, Miss Marsden produced from an envelope in her hand, a large blue paper, and announced that she had that morning received the result of the examination, and would now read it to the school, as it was probably a matter of interest to all, though only two of their number had taken part in it, and might possibly act as a stimulus to others to follow their example.

She then proceeded to read the list at the head of which stood Mona Cameron, followed by Minnie Kimberly--a circ.u.mstance which was simply the fulfilment of the general expectation; but the announcement of Mona's name as the taker of the Latin prize was a matter of astonishment to all, and rather a blow to most of them, as it had been confidently expected that Minnie would take it, and to no one did it afford greater surprise than to Mona herself. The flush of triumph on her face deepened for a moment on hearing this second piece of news, but it faded quickly as she remembered Minnie's translation.

”Prize-taker or no prize-taker,” she muttered to herself, ”Minnie's translation was worth a dozen of mine.” And her sense of justice revolted against the decision, whosever it might be; moreover, Mona did not care much about the prize she did not care to have the name of being first merely, her ambition was to _be_ first, and feel herself first.

She knew in her own heart that in this matter she was far behind Minnie, and was therefore far from being satisfied, although any of the girls would have said she certainly ought to be.

She received her music lesson from Miss Marsden herself so when the hour arrived she resolved to speak to her on the subject, and did so.

”I can't make anything of Minnie,” replied Miss Marsden to her query, ”she showed me her translation--one which would have been no shame to a graduate in Cla.s.sics, and forgive me, Miss Cameron, greatly superior to yours.

”She said that she showed me it simply to a.s.sure me that it was not through idleness she declined to enter the Latin compet.i.tion. I was naturally anxious to know what motives influenced her in this course, but she would give me no satisfaction on that point. She merely said she did not intend to send it, that was all.

”I reasoned with her,” continued the Princ.i.p.al, ”and used every argument I could think of to induce her to change her mind, and finally represented to her that it was her duty to consider the interests of the school as well as her own feelings. She became quite distressed at this, and a.s.sured me she had made every effort in her power to make a creditable appearance, but she _could_ not alter her determination in this case.

”I saw that further remonstrance would only pain her and could not effect my purpose, so I said no more, but allowed her to have her way.”

Mona looked almost incredulous for a moment, and then without a word went on with her music. She thought she had discovered Minnie's motive.

When she entered the schoolroom again, she secured a seat beside Mabel, and launched at once into the subject uppermost in her mind.

”Well, Mabel,” she began, ”what do you think of the result of the examination?”

”I don't know that I have thought much about it at all but I do not see how the result could have been different.”

”Ah, then, I was right in supposing you to be aware of Minnie's intention not to send that Latin translation?”

”Yes, I did know of it,” replied Mabel.

”And why then, in the name of justice, did you not prevent her carrying out that intention?” demanded Mona, impatiently, almost forgetting her object. ”Surely you might have used your well-known influence better!”