Part 10 (2/2)

We trudge along in silence for a bit while I thinks things over.

”Mr. Pickering,” I finally say, ”would it be too much to ask if you would look into how much money my mates have stashed for me at this school? In case I should want to pull up and leave, that is. Then I could pay you what I owe you.”

Mr. Pickering considers this for a while and then says, ”I will do that, Miss Faber, but I must advise you, as a friend, that Mistress Pimm's school enjoys a very fine reputation and you would be well advised to stay there for your full term. I suspect that you do not know that you are going to school with the future wives of judges, senators, governors, and even, it is not too far-fetched to suppose, presidents. And as your attorney, I must point out that it might be very difficult to pry that money out of Mistress Pimm's fist, you being both a minor and a girl.” He pauses to gaze smilingly upon the black-wooled sheep we are pa.s.sing. ”Still, I will inquire into it for you.”

”Thank you, Sir,” I say, and then my stomach gives a lurch as I see we are approaching the school. As we draw closer, I can make out faces pressed against all the windows. Oh, Lord.

”Perhaps,” says Mr. Pickering to Constable Wiggins, as we begin to mount the stairs, ”you could release her here and I could...”

But the constable will have none of it. He fixes Mr. Pickering with a beady eye and says, ”I have my orders, Sir, and I will carry them out to the letter.” And he drags me up the stairs such that my arms are pulled out before me so that all can see the chains around my wrists.

Wiggins reaches the door and gives it a good pound. I don't want to look up at the faces in the windows, so I look down at the stone doorstep.

Presently, the door opens and Mistress, herself, steps out. ”What is this, then?” she asks. My knees turn to jelly.

Constable Wiggins puffs up and says, ”This hewe female was awested and conwicted by the High Couwt of the State of Ma.s.sachusetts, Judge Hiwam Thwackham, pwesiding, of the cwime of Lewd and Lacsiwious Conduct, to wit: singin' and dancin' and distuwbin' the peace of the stweets of Boston and in the bwazen showing of a female limb, beggin' youw pawdon, Ma'am, and I am hereby wemandin' hew into youw custody if youw name be Mistwess Pimm!”

Mistress just stands there lookin' at me.

”Constable, you have done your duty most admirably,” I hear Mr. Pickering say, ”now if you would just release Miss Faber, I believe your job here is done.”

I feel Wiggins mess with the lock and then I feel the chains fall from my wrists. Before he leaves, the constable comes up by my ear and says under his breath, ”I will see thee again, giwl, and it will be tied to the stake you will be and the sentence will be cawied out in full because I knows ye for a bad 'un in spite of all this schoolgiwl talk. You can twust me on that, as I am the one what swings the wod!”

He gathers up his chain and heads on down the hill. His words chill me, but not so much as the look on Mistress's face. She drills me with her eyes.

”Disgrace ... to ... my ... school...” is all she says, but it is enough to shake me to my bones.

”Mistress Pimm, I'm afraid there's been a bit of a misunderstanding here,” says Mr. Pickering, with a helpful tone in his voice, but I know it ain't gonna wash, and after a moment he realizes it, too, and sort of trails off helplessly. ”It is my hope that she is not to be beaten too harshly as she really didn't know...”

Mistress snaps her head around and looks at Mr. Pickering as if he were a particularly vile fish head that had been thrown on the steps and left to molder and stink there. ”Thank you, Sir. Good day to you.”

Mr. Pickering need not have worried. Mistress does not beat me. No, she does something far, far worse.

I follow Mistress into her office and put my toes on the white line and then flop over on her desk and flip up my skirts and I starts in to wailin', ”Mistress, it wasn't like that at all it was like-”

”Be still, please,” she says with a coldness in her voice that I don't find rea.s.suring at all, ”and stand up.”

I hesitate. She's not going to beat me? What...

”Now!” she hisses, and I jerk up straight and stand there quiverin' with my hands to my sides.

Mistress comes around to face me. ”Take off the dress,” she says, evenly. ”Now.”

I am confused and scared. ”What? I don't underst-”

”By your actions you have brought disgrace upon my school and all the good and worthy people in it. I do not want the symbol of this school on your back for one more second. You defile it by being in it. Take it off. Now!”

I start to pull my dress up over my head and the tears come. I blubber, ”I'm sorry Mistress I'm sorry I'll never do it again I'm sorry I'm sorry-”

”Sorry is not enough, Miss Faber. It does not erase the disgrace.”

I hold my dress in my hands and stand clad only in my camisole and drawers and stockings and wait for the next blow.

”You will join the downstairs staff. You shall work for your room and board. The money that was placed with me for your tuition will be put up as a dowry for you until a suitable match can be made. Now follow me.”

I feel like I have been slapped hard in the face. I don't move, I can't move, I can only hang my head and let my chin fall to my chest, tears of shame and disgrace falling from my eyes and onto the front of my slip.

Mistress sees this and says, ”I am sorry, child, but we both know you don't belong here. It was a mistake. Now, follow me.”

We leave her office and every door has faces looking out at me walking down the hall in my undergarments with my school dress clutched to my chest, Mistress leading the way. I think I see Amy's stricken face in one doorway and Clarissa's triumphant face in another. I don't know. I am beyond knowing anything now.

She leads me down the stairs to the kitchen, where Peg is standing at the stove before a steaming cauldron. She turns as Mistress says, ”This is Jacky Faber. She will be joining your staff. Get her fitted out with the appropriate clothing immediately. Acquaint her with her duties.”

With that, Mistress turns and leaves.

I stand there in front of Peg and I close my eyes and start sobbing and jerking there in my misery and she says, ”Come, girl, it ain't so bad down here, you'll see. We've got a right jolly bunch of girls and it'll be all right, you'll see, you'll see.”

She comes to me and puts her arm around my shaking shoulders and I bury my face in her chest and she says, ”Hush, now, girl, hush. Hush now, hush.”

Later, I'm given clothing and Peg takes me up the stairs and past the cla.s.srooms and past the dining hall, where I hear the chatter of the ladies having supper, and then up the stairs and down the hall and past the door to the dormitory and up another flight of stairs to the attic, which is to be my room. Peg tells me that the attic room is kept for when the school has serving girls that come from the outlying farms, but all the serving girls they got now live in town and don't sleep over so it's just me in here now. I have a bed, a chest of drawers, a table, and a chair. A candle in a holder. I see that my sea chest and my seabag have been brought up. Peg leaves me to settle in.

I hang up my new serving clothes and then I kneel on the floor next to my sea chest and fold up my school dress and I place it carefully inside so that the folds lie just right. I was so proud of that dress.

After a while, I can hear the ladies down below at their prayers, just before lights-out. Two nights ago I was there with them and now I'm not.

I warn't never meant to be a lady, I know that now. I got streaks of wildness in me that trip me up every time, and just like streaks in clothes, there's some dirt that just won't wash out.

Chapter 10.

James Emerson Fletcher

Number 9 Brattle Lane

London, England

September 28, 1803

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