Part 2 (2/2)
”No, mamma.”
”Why not? How comes that?”
”She wasn't ready,” her sister said.
”Why not, Tilly?”
”Mamma, I want to understand,” said the child.
”Quite right; so do I.”
”Wouldn't you do what Mr. Richmond says, whether you understand or not?” inquired Maria, severely.
”I would rather know what it is, first,” said Matilda, in her way, which was a compound of cool and demure, but quite natural.
”And when is the next meeting?” said Let.i.tia. ”I guess I'll go.”
”It won't be for a week,” said Matilda.
”And will you join the Band, Letty?” Maria asked somewhat eagerly.
”How, join it?”
”Why, rise up, when you are asked.”
”What does 'rising up' mean, Maria? What do you rise for?”
”Why, it means just that you promise to be good, you know.”
”But I have heard you promise that a number of times, it seems to me; without 'rising up,' as you call it. Will the promise not better, if you make it on your feet instead of sitting?”
”Now, mamma,” said Maria, flus.h.i.+ng, ”isn't that just wicked in Let.i.tia?”
”My dear, I do not understand one word at present of what this is all about,” her mother answered.
Perhaps Matilda was in the same mood, for she was a thoughtful little child all the way to school that morning. And at the close of the school day, when the children were going home, she went slowly and demurely along the icy street, while her sister and companions made a merry time. There had been a little thaw in the middle of the day, and now it had turned cold again, and the sidewalks were a glare of ice.
Matilda was afraid, and went cautiously; Maria and the others took the opportunity for a grand slide, and ran and slipped and slid and sailed away homewards, like mad things. One after another, they pa.s.sed her and rushed along, till Matilda was left the last, slowly shuffling her little feet over the track the feet of the others had made doubly slippery; when quick steps came up behind her, and a pleasant voice spoke--
”Are you afraid you are going to tumble down?”
Matilda started, but lifted her eyes very contentedly then to the face of the speaker. They had a good way to go, for he was a tall young man.
But he was looking down towards her with a bright face, and two good, clear blue eyes, and a smile; and his hand presently clasped hers.
Matilda had no objection.
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