Part 5 (1/2)

It did strike Rosalind that the plan was too clearly arranged to have been settled on such short notice. She said doubtfully, ”But when did you see Sara Marshall?”

”Oh, she sent me a note yesterday. I've been thinking of it ever since, and planning it out.” But Marcia did not explain that she had seen Sara Marshall the day before, and that all the arrangements had been carefully canva.s.sed before a word was to be said to Rosalind. The note had been merely to say that all was as they had planned, and that her brother and a friend would be waiting at the corner for them. To Rosalind it seemed an impromptu plan for a little fun, and her pleasure-loving little head was quite turned at the prospect.

”The only trouble is,” Marcia was off on a fresh tack, ”I haven't a thing that is decent to wear. I spoiled my old blue the last time I wore it. It was dreadfully unbecoming, anyway. I don't believe I can go, after all.”

”I'll lend you my pink,” offered Rosalind, dismayed at the thought of disappointment. ”I have a new white dress mother just sent me. Please wear my pink. It would be so becoming to you.”

Marcia knew it would be, and after a proper amount of hesitation and protest, she yielded, and the die was cast. The afternoon was an exciting one, and after supper they retired to Rosalind's room, ostensibly to study together. Marcia had asked and obtained permission to spend the night with Rosalind, and with the door securely shut and fastened, the business of dressing was before them.

All went as they had planned. At nine o'clock they cautiously opened the door. All was dark and still in the corridor, and they crept noiselessly downstairs to the bas.e.m.e.nt, where the window had been unlatched for them by one of the maids, bribed by Marcia.

They climbed out, ran swiftly across the lawn, in terror lest someone might be looking from an upper window. But there was no sound or movement from the sleeping rooms. They climbed over the low place in the wall and found themselves out in the quiet street.

No one was in sight, and they scurried along, only intent on getting out of sight of those dark windows. At the corner two dark figures confronted them, and Rosalind barely suppressed a scream. But it was only Tom Marshall, who greeted them cordially.

”h.e.l.lo, girls, here you are. This is Ray Gordon. We've got a car here.

Hop in, it's cold out here. Glad to see you have warm coats.”

The coats had been put on chiefly to cover their evening dresses, but they were s.h.i.+vering with cold and excitement, and were glad to find themselves in the warm car.

They were soon in Mrs. Marshall's bright parlors, where a merry crowd was gathered, and were pleasantly welcomed by Mrs. Marshall herself, and by Sara, who introduced them to her friends, some of whom were known to Marcia, but not to Rosalind.

”Miss Harland did not object to your coming, dear?” Mrs. Marshall asked.

”I was sure she would not, she and I are old friends--”

”Oh, no, she did not object in the least,” said Marcia quickly, forestalling the words she saw on Rosalind's lips, and replying, as she argued to herself, quite truthfully, since Miss Harland had _not_ objected, not having been consulted.

The evening went on. Marcia was very bright and animated. The pink dress was becoming to her. Her cheeks glowed with bright color. A pearl necklace clasped her throat, and on one finger gleamed a ring--a beautiful pearl ring which she certainly had not worn when they left the school. Rosalind wondered. Could she have had the jewels in her hand-bag, and put them on in the comparative darkness of the car? That must have been it, she decided. But she felt uncomfortable, and could not throw herself into the spirit of whole-souled enjoyment as the others did. She was glad when the time came for breaking up, and their two escorts took them back through the quiet streets.

”Here we are,” said Tom Marshall, drawing up at the corner. ”We'll see you safe to the gate--”

”Oh, no, thank you. It is only a step, and we have to climb the wall.

Thank you, and goodnight,” protested Marcia, her teeth chattering with cold and nervousness.

Not daring to speak aloud, the girls sped along, keeping close to the wall until they reached the low place where they could climb over without risking the opening of the gate. The bas.e.m.e.nt window was still unlatched. Carefully they scrambled through, and finally stood on the floor--”Safe, and n.o.body saw us,” exulted Marcia in a whisper.

And then, without warning the light flashed on, and the culprits stood revealed to the accusing eyes of Miss Charlton, the teacher on their hall.

For a long minute they faced each other, the girls too dismayed and startled to speak a word in their own behalf. At length Miss Charlton said slowly and very distinctly,

”I thought so. Marcia West and Rosalind Forrest, I shall report you absent without leave. You will both go to Miss Harland's office after chapel tomorrow morning. She will deal with you as she thinks best. Go to your rooms now. Goodnight!”

Thankful to be thus summarily dismissed, the girls scurried noiselessly up two long flights of stairs and reached Rosalind's room without meeting anyone. Every door was shut, the occupants of the rooms sleeping safely and sweetly. How pa.s.sionately Rosalind envied them. If she were only safe in her own bed now, with no sense of wrongdoing to hound her, no punishment awaiting her.

”It's all your fault, Marcia,” she sobbed, tearing her white dress in her hurry to get it off. ”I wish I had never listened to you--”

”My fault! Well, I like that. You were very willing to listen at the time, it seems to me,” returned Marcia crossly, pulling at the clasp of the pearl necklace so roughly in her irritation that it snapped, and the beautiful thing lay broken in her hand. ”There! see what you made me do,” she added angrily.