Part 20 (2/2)

Githa's Secret

With Tony as their bond of union, the amenities between Gwethyn and Githa still continued. They could hardly be called chums, for they were never on absolutely familiar terms such as existed between Gwethyn and Rose Randall. The poor little Toadstool's natural disposition was too reserved for the frank intimacy common in most schoolgirl friends.h.i.+ps.

She rarely gave any confidences, and though she evidently admired Gwethyn immensely, it was with a funny, dumb sort of attachment that did not express itself in words. On the subject of her home and her own private affairs she was generally guarded to a degree. Once only did she break the ice. In a most unwonted and unusual burst of confidence she admitted to Gwethyn that she was unhappy about her brother.

”Cedric is at such a horrid school. The head master is a brute! None of the boys like him, and he's taken a particular spite against Ceddie, and is absolutely hateful to him. You see, it's mainly a day-school, and there are only fourteen boarders. Cedric is the eldest of them by three years, and he thinks it's very hard he should have to keep exactly the same rules as the little chaps. But Mr. Hawkins won't make any difference. He treats Ceddie as if he were at a preparatory school. He's a bl.u.s.tering, bullying, domineering sort of man, very fond of using the cane. Well, you know a boy of sixteen won't stand all that! Especially Cedric. He's frightfully proud and independent, and he answers old Hawkins back, and then there are squalls. Sometimes it gets to such a pa.s.s that Cedric says he'll run away. I really believe he will some day!

It's past all bearing.”

”Can't your uncle interfere?” asked Gwethyn.

”It's no use telling Uncle Wilfred. He always says he's not going to listen to complaints, and that Cedric is quite as well treated at school as he used to be, and that boys are a soft set nowadays, and haven't the grit their fathers used to have, and that he doesn't think anything of a lad who comes whining home after a few strokes with a cane, which are probably only too well deserved. That stops Cedric's mouth. He can't bear Uncle to think him a coward. All the same, he's often in a very tight fix, and I wish we could see some way out of it.”

”I suppose your Uncle Wilfred is his guardian?”

”Yes, unfortunately. There's n.o.body else. We have another uncle, but he went out to America years and years ago, and we've heard nothing of him.

I wish I knew his address. Perhaps Cedric might have gone to him in America. Uncle Wilfred is decent enough to me, because I'm a girl, but he says it's wholesome for boys to be knocked about a little. Sometimes Aunt Julia says Mr. Hawkins is too strict, but Uncle always stands up for him and takes his side against Cedric. Aunt is quite kind; she sends Ceddie cakes and hampers of jam every now and then, but those don't make up for Mr. Hawkins being such a beast. He and Cedric just hate each other.”

Gwethyn was deeply interested, but could suggest no remedy. There seemed, indeed, no way out of such a difficult situation. Her warm sympathy, however, quite touched Githa.

”I never thought you'd care about my affairs,” she faltered.

”Care! You silly child! Of course I care,” protested Gwethyn. ”I'm as sorry about it as I can be! Why didn't you tell me before?”

”It never struck me to tell you. Uncle Wilfred and Aunt Julia don't care to hear things, so I thought other people might be the same. Ceddie and I are nothing to you.”

”Yes, you are, and please to remember that in future. I don't want to be inquisitive and pry into your private concerns, but I'm very interested in anything you may wish me to know. We can't be friends when you're such an absolute oyster!”

The poor Toadstool sighed and smiled at the same time. She had been too afraid of snubs to open her heart readily. Her present outpouring, though in a sense a relief, was also an effort. Perhaps she thought she had revealed too much of her home atmosphere, for she closed up again, and for days Gwethyn could get nothing at all out of her. Fortunately Gwethyn had the tact to leave her alone and make no attempt to force her confidence. She realized that such an odd, p.r.i.c.kly little character must be treated with discretion, and that the sympathy which she was burning to offer was--in certain moods--as likely to offend as to please her peculiar friend.

For the last three days Githa had been more than usually what the girls called ”toadish”. She would speak to n.o.body, or if baited into words, her retorts were of a stinging quality, not encouraging to further conversation. She was late for school one morning, and went off in a great hurry in the afternoon. In cla.s.s she seemed preoccupied, and was several times reprimanded by Miss Andrews for not attending to the lessons. She took the reproofs rather sulkily. Her form-mates had many wrangles with her about quite trivial matters.

”You always were a cross little toad, but your temper's got worse than ever!” declared the outraged Novie Bates, after an unprovoked push from Githa in the cla.s.sroom.

”You shouldn't stand in my way then! I wanted to get to my desk!”

retorted the Toadstool snappily, opening the lid about two inches to slip in a book.

”You're very surrept.i.tious about your precious desk,” bantered Lena Dawson, for the mere sake of teasing. ”What have you got inside it?”

For once the pale little face was fiery.

”If you dare to touch my desk!” stamped Githa, in a perfect fury.

Lena had never intended to touch it, but thus challenged, she thought it rather fun to--as she expressed it--”make Githa let off squibs”.

”Hi-c.o.c.kalorum, what a to-do!” she exclaimed. ”I'm janitor this week, my child, so I've a right to look into anybody's desk if I like, and report its condition. It's my solemn duty to examine yours now, and see if it reaches the standard of neatness required--ahem!--in this very select scholastic establishment. Naturally you don't wish to risk the loss of an order mark, but duty is duty, my hearty!”

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