Part 11 (1/2)
”Then I'll bring her over,” said Norah, rising. ”She is a good deal excited, so I offered to come over and pave the way.”
”You can tell her I will be as good to her--things are going to be very different.” Tears came into Miss Virginia's eyes.
”I am sure you are always good. I haven't the least doubt she was naughty, but girls are very foolish sometimes.” Norah looked at Alex as if she might be expected to agree to this.
A very pale, subdued Charlotte made her appearance soon after. There was n.o.body to receive her but Aunt Virginia, who waited at the door.
Little was said that night. ”We'll just pretend it never happened, dear,” Aunt Virginia said tearfully, as she took her into her arms and kissed her. ”You didn't know it, but your Aunt Caroline is going away for the winter,” she added. ”It is a secret yet, but she is going very soon; and I was thinking you and I would have such a good time, and then--” They both fell to crying over this in a manner to suggest to one unenlightened that a good time without Aunt Caroline would prove but a dreary affair.
”I am so sorry, and I am going to be good,” Charlotte whispered, when her aunt came to tuck her in. ”And oh, Aunt Virginia, they are lovely!
They were so good.” This, of course, referred to the shopkeepers.
”I didn't thank Miss Pennington; I didn't say one word, so far as I remember,” exclaimed Miss Wilbur, ”and she was certainly kind. I shall have to go over and express my appreciation. Judging from her appearance she is a charming young woman.”
CHAPTER THIRTEENTH
AFTERWARD
The newly built fire crackled and blazed merrily, putting to rout what little daylight sifted through the slats of the window-shutters. How pleasant to lie there safe and warm! Charlotte hugged her pillow in thankfulness.
Far from being the heroine she had imagined herself, she realized she was only a foolish little girl. For once she felt the truth of that objectionable phrase. The experience of the night before had subdued her. She went all over it as she lay there, waiting for the rising bell.
On her way to the station the persistent stare of a man who sat opposite in the street-car made her uneasy; and when at the station, after she had bought her ticket, he again appeared and attempted to talk to her, even following her when she changed her seat, her uneasiness became alarm.
The dreadful loneliness of that great station, with its hurrying crowds, she would not soon forget. If it had been day, Charlotte was sure she would have been braver. In her despair Miss Carpenter came to her rescue. She recalled vividly how the young lady swept down upon her tormentor, with blazing eyes, demanding imperiously what he meant by annoying a little girl; and then Charlotte, clinging to the friendly hand held out to her, had allowed herself to be led meekly away. It was all over in a moment, and in a quiet corner out of the crowd she was replying brokenly to the questions of her rescuer.
Why was it that under the serious gaze of those dark eyes all her self-confidence and determination had oozed away? Miss Carpenter's manner was kind, but her decision had been prompt and final. It seemed to Charlotte no one could have resisted her.
”My child,” she said, still holding Charlotte's hand, ”you cannot take such a journey alone. I cannot let you. Come home with me, where we can talk it over. We'll find some way out of the trouble.” And she added: ”You live on the corner of Pleasant Street and the Terrace, don't you? I think I have seen you there. I am Miss Carpenter of the shop.”
In a sort of bewilderment Charlotte had submitted, and escorted by Miss Carpenter and the elderly maid she rode back to the Terrace. And that half-hour in the shop, where they found Miss Pennington comfortably established by the fire with a book! Charlotte could still feel the atmosphere of sympathy and reason that enveloped her as she poured out her story to these strangers with all the pent-up unhappiness of the past week. How gently they had pointed out that running away would only add difficulties to the situation.
Her face grew hot now at the thought of how silly she must have seemed to them. And she wished these young ladies to think well of her,--which, of course, they never could do.
Aunt Virginia had been good, too. A wave of warm affection surged up in Charlotte's heart, and with it a determination to be a comfort to her after this. As she dressed, she wondered if she would ever again be free from this dreadful feeling of shame. She hated to go down to breakfast, even though Aunt Caroline did not know.
Later in the day Aunt Virginia called her into her room and closed the door. There was a pretty flush on her face as she sat erect in an arm-chair which, like the other furniture in the room, had been her grandmother's. Beside her on a table was an old Bible with yellow leaves, and some ancient books of devotion.
”I have been talking to your Aunt Caroline,” Miss Wilbur began.
Charlotte started.
”I do not mean about last night. While I feel almost deceitful in keeping it from her, I have decided to do it. As I told you, your Aunt Georgiana is out of health and must go to California, and it seems Caroline's duty to go with her. This will leave you in my charge. You were really put in my charge at first, but I felt inexperienced and--”
Miss Virginia hesitated, then continued: ”What I have been thinking is this. I should like to try again, starting fresh and forgetting all that has happened. I think if you would promise always to be frank with me, and perhaps put up with some things that seem to you foolish and old-fas.h.i.+oned notions, that we could get along together. I loved your mother, and I want to love you and have your affection. But if you cannot be happy, I will write to Mr. Landor and explain--”
”Aunt Virginia, I do love you. I don't want to go away. I am so sorry about last night!” Charlotte buried her face in her aunt's lap.