Blue Robin, the Girl Pioneer Part 18

"Not so fast, Blue Robin. No, I did not tell her you would, for I did not know how it would strike you," rejoined the doctor gravely. "I only told her what you could do."

"Oh," exclaimed his companion; "well then, please tell her the first time you see her that I shall be delighted to do all I can for her little girl."

"When I see her-well, I'm going to see her now." The doctor looked down at Nathalie keenly. "If you are willing to give this pleasure suppose you begin to-day?"

"To-day-you mean now-this morning?" exclaimed surprised Nathalie.

The doctor nodded gravely.

"Why, well, yes, I suppose I could go this morning." Nathalie wrinkled her brows; she was wondering about dinner. "All right," she said in a moment, "I'll tell Mother and get my hat!" She started for the door.

"Just wait a moment!" commanded the doctor suddenly, taking Nathalie by the arm and peering down into her face with intent eyes. "I forgot something, for amusing this little girl means that you will have to promise two things."

"What are they?" asked the girl curiously.

"The first one is that you will have to promise-as a Girl Pioneer-" the doctor's eyes gleamed again "not to betray to a living soul that you are telling stories to this child; there is a reason."

"Oh, that is easy," nodded Nathalie; "that is, if you except Mamma, for I always tell everything to her."

"Well, we'll trust Mrs. Page as to secrecy, and the next thing-this is a big promise, for it will not be so easy to keep-is that when you go to this lady's house you will consent to be blindfolded." The doctor looked relieved.

"Blindfolded?" repeated puzzled Nathalie. "Why, do you mean that I will have to have my eyes covered up so I can't see?"

Dr. Morrow nodded, his keen eyes watching the girl's face intently.

There was a pause. "Am I to go with you?" inquired Nathalie. The doctor's gray head jerked again.

"Why, yes, I'm willing to be blinded-as long as you're with me to lead me about-but what a strange idea!"

"Yes, it is a strange idea, and I tried to reason the lady out of it. I even refused at first-and again yesterday-to ask you to do this ridiculous thing, but after thinking it over I have ventured. You know, there is the little girl to be considered, and you will?"

"Of course I will!" was the quick reply. "It is a funny thing to do, makes me think of the heroine of some detective tale. Blindfolded! Oh, it will be fun, a real adventure, I do wish I could tell Helen about it, I know she won't tell."

"No, not yet," said the doctor, "just wait and see what happens. I'll predict that after you tell one or two of your exciting tales the blindfold act will be out of it. Now get your hat."

It was a glorious morning and Nathalie, in a merry chat with the doctor as they glided down one street and up another, forgot to wonder where they were going. But when they suddenly slowed up on a lonely road, the doctor peered cautiously about and then with a flourish drew forth a big black handkerchief, she remembered. She did indeed feel somewhat queer as the doctor laughingly tied the black cap, as he called it, over her eyes, and then, after seeing that it was not pressing too tightly, started his car again.

This time the car went so swiftly that Nathalie caught her breath. O dear, she was beginning to feel nervous. "It really seems as if you were kidnaping me!" she cried, with an attempt at merriment.

"So I am," replied the doctor glumly. Evidently this blindfolding business was not to his liking.

As the car came to a standstill the doctor cried, "Now, Blue Robin, we are about to perform the first act in our little drama, so get up your nerve."

"I hope you won't let me fall!" exclaimed Nathalie cheerily. "I don't want to break my nose or anything just yet."

What a weird feeling it gave her to be led along a stone walk, then up a few steps guided by her companion's strong arm, then evidently into a hall, as Nathalie surmised by the polished floor covered with heavy rugs. After being led stumblingly up the stairway-which she thought would never come to an end-they crept slowly along for some distance; she could not tell whether it was a hall or a room, and felt very trembly as she afterwards told her mother, and she was brought to a sudden halt by hearing, "Oh, Mamma, here she is!"

The voice did not belong to a small child and Nathalie, surprised, stood still in embarra.s.sed silence wondering what was coming next.

"Oh, Doctor, how kind you are!" cried another voice. "I had given you up, how obstinate you must think me!" The voice faltered, and then Nathalie felt a soft touch on her arm as it continued, "Oh, it was very kind of you to consent to come and entertain my daughter, and to be obliged to come this way, too. I feel guilty; I know how unpleasant it must be to have something over your eyes."

"Well, don't worry over that now," was the doctor's terse admonition. "I have complied with your requests-on second thought, and my young girl friend has been most kind in agreeing to your wishes, for the present at least. Later, I hope, you will change your mind about these blinders."

"Please don't scold," cried the voice again, "I know it is foolish of me. I will lead you to a chair!" the owner of the voice exclaimed as the girl gropingly put out her hand as if afraid of falling. Then the same soft touch led the blinded one across the room. "No, you are not going to fall; there you are all right now," she said, as Nathalie with a sense of relief sank back in a chair.

"Now," continued the voice, "I am going to be your eyes and tell you what is before you."

"That will be very nice," interposed embarra.s.sed Nathalie, feeling somewhat foolish at having to sit in this queer way before people. She was at a loss what to say, but had time to collect herself as the lady went on talking rapidly. She described the room with its hangings, the pictures on the wall, told where the doors and windows were, and-"Oh, here is the couch-" she hesitated slightly, "and on it is my daughter, her name is-"

"Oh, Mamma, if you don't want the young lady to know my name, tell her I'm the Princess in the Tower!" exclaimed the same sweet voice that had called out when Nathalie first entered the room.

"That will be just the thing, 'the Princess in the Tower,'" laughed the lady lightly. "Now, Princess, I am going to leave you to entertain Miss-"

"Nathalie Page," interposed the girl quickly, who, rea.s.sured by the laughing tone of the young girl on the couch, had begun to recover from the awkwardness of her plight. Somehow the situation appealed to the girl's imagination and she began to enjoy it. "Oh, I ought to be the one in the tower," she merrily a.s.serted, "for I feel as if I were a prisoner with this funny thing over my eyes."

"It is too bad," cried her companion sympathetically, "but you know it is a whim of Mamma's. You see," she explained, "I had an accident when I was a child, and it has made me deformed-" there was a pathetic note in her voice. "Mamma is so sensitive, she is afraid that if people see me they will make unkind remarks."

"Oh, how could any one be unkind?" exclaimed horrified Nathalie.

"Well, they are sometimes. I used to be sensitive myself, too, but I'm getting used to it. I tell Mamma if I don't mind she ought not to. Yes,"

she ended sadly, "I am indeed a prisoner shut up in these big gray walls."

"How hard it must be!" answered Nathalie. "But do you never go out?"

"Sometimes I go in the garden. I used to drive, but the people in this town are so curious; they stare so. I believe they are worse than in the city, where I suppose people are used to all kinds of strange sights.

But there, I'm doing all the talking, please tell me about yourself! I'm so glad to know some one who comes from New York. The doctor told me you were a New Yorker; he told me, too, that you were very clever, and that you told stories beautifully."

"Nonsense," exclaimed Nathalie. "The doctor is a dear, but he natters me; I am not clever, I wish I were. I studied hard at school and am ready to enter college this fall, and as I am only sixteen people think it very clever for a girl to accomplish, but I don't see why a girl can't do it as well as a boy. But now I'm not going to have a chance to show people whether I am really clever or not," and then she briefly told about her disappointment in having to give up college.

"But what are you going to do if you do not go to college? Please tell me!" said the princess, as Nathalie hesitated. "I just love the sound of your voice!" burst from the girl impulsively.

Nathalie laughed at this extravagant praise, wondering for a moment if the young girl were not making fun of her. Loath to believe that she could be so rude, however, she went on and told of her city life, her schoolmates, about d.i.c.k's accident, and how they came to settle in Westport, and then she stopped. She had been on the verge of telling about the Pioneers when she recollected that the doctor had said she was to tell the child stories. "Oh, I must stop talking-I was to tell you stories-what will your mother think of me?"

"That is all right," promptly returned the girl, "you are here to entertain me; that's what she told the doctor, and if I would rather have you talk than tell stories, it will be as I say."

"Are you sure of that?" questioned conscience-stricken Nathalie. "The doctor told me I was to tell you stories."

"Of course he did, but because he said a thing doesn't make it so; Mamma told him that, I guess, but you are really to do as I say."

There was a note of decision in the girl's voice, which was an intimation that she was used to having her own way. Nathalie somehow felt awkward and uncertain as to what course to pursue, and became suddenly silent, inwardly racking her brains, trying to think of some story that would please a young girl of about the age she judged her companion to be.

"Oh, aren't you going to tell me about the Girl Pioneers?" was the question that suddenly interrupted Nathalie's train of thought.

"The Girl Pioneers!" echoed Nathalie, wondering how her companion came to know about that organization.

"I want to tell you a secret," the princess whispered at that moment.

Nathalie felt a slim hand touch her with a clinging pressure on the arm.

"Do you know the doctor and I are great friends, we have lots of jolly talks together. Oh, I just love to hear his step; don't tell, but sometimes I make believe I'm suffering terribly so Mamma will send for him!"