Part 32 (1/2)

That morning, as ill-luck would have it, when she was waiting at the piano for her mother to come and give her her lesson, Beth began to try a piece with a pa.s.sage in it that she could not play.

”Do show me how to do this,” she said when Mrs. Caldwell came.

”Oh, you can't do that,” Mrs. Caldwell exclaimed. ”It is far too difficult for you.”

”But I do so want to learn it,” Beth ventured.

”Oh, very well,” her mother answered. ”But I warn you!”

Beth began, and got on pretty well till she came to the pa.s.sage she did not understand, and there she stumbled.

”What are you doing?” Mrs. Caldwell exclaimed.

Beth tried again nervously.

”That's not right,” her mother cried. ”What does that sign mean? Now, what is it? Just think!”

Beth, with a flushed face, was thinking hard, but nothing came of it.

”Will you speak?” her mother said angrily. ”You are the most obstinate child that ever lived. Now, say something.”

”It's not a shake,” Beth ventured.

”A shake!” her mother exclaimed, giving her a hard thump on the back with her clenched fist. ”Now, no more obstinacy. Tell me what it is at once.”

”I don't know that sign,” Beth faltered in desperation.

”Oh, you don't know it!” her mother said, now fairly fuming, and accompanying every word by a hard thump of her clenched fist. ”Then I'll teach you. I've a great mind to beat you as long as I can stand over you.”

Beth was a piteous little figure, crouched on the piano-stool, her back bent beneath her mother's blows, and every fibre of her sensitive frame shrinking from her violence; but she made no resistance, and Mrs. Caldwell carried out her threat. When she could beat Beth no longer, she told her to sit there until she knew that sign, and then she left her. Beth clenched her teeth, and an ugly look came into her face. There had been dignity in her endurance--the dignity of self-control; for there was the force in her to resist, had she thought it right to resist. What she was thinking while her mother beat her was: ”I hope I shall not strike you back.”

Harriet had heard the scolding, and when Mrs. Caldwell had gone she came and peeped in at the door.

”She's bin' thumpin' you again, 'as she?” she said with a grin. ”Wot 'a ye bin' doin' now?”

”What business is that of yours?” said Beth defiantly. It was bad enough to be beaten, but it was much worse to have Harriet peeping in to gloat over her humiliation. Harriet was not to be snubbed, however.

She went up to the piano and looked at the music.

”It's precious hard, I should think,” she remarked.

”It's _not_ hard,” Beth answered positively, ”if anybody tells you what you don't know and can't make out for yourself. I always remember when I'm told or shown how to do it; but what's the use of staring at a sign you've never seen before? Just you look at that! Can you make anything out of it?” Harriet approached, and, after staring at the sign curiously for some time, shook her head. ”Of course not,” said Beth, s.n.a.t.c.hing up her music, and throwing it on the floor; ”and neither can anybody else. It isn't fair.”

Bernadine had begun her lessons by this time in the next room, and Mrs. Caldwell suddenly began to scold again. ”Oh, that awful voice!”

Beth groaned aloud, her racked nerves betraying her.

”She's catchin' it now!” said Harriet, after listening with interest.

She seemed to derive some sort of gratification from the children's troubles. ”But don't you bother any more, Miss Beth.--Your ma'll 'ave forgotten all about it by goin'-out time--or she'll pertend she 'as to save 'erself trouble. Come and 'elp us wi' the beds.”

Beth rose slowly from the piano-stool, and followed Harriet upstairs to the bedroom at the back of the house. She was at once attracted to the open window by an uproar of voices--”the voices of children in happy play.” There was a girls' day-school next door kept by the Misses Granger. Miss Granger had called on Mrs. Caldwell as soon as she was settled in her house, to beg for the honour of being allowed to educate her three little girls, and Beth had a.s.sisted at the interview with serious attention. It would have been the best thing in the world for her had she been allowed to romp and learn with that careless, happy, healthy-minded crew of respectable little plebeians; but Mrs. Caldwell would never have dreamt of sending any of her own superior brood to a.s.sociate with such people, even if she could have afforded it. She politely explained to Miss Granger that she was educating her children herself for the present; and it was then, with a sickening sense of disappointment, that Beth rejected her mother's social standard, with its ”vulgar exclusiveness,” once for all.