Glory and the Other Girl Part 3

"Never!" Glory laughed. "It isn't the age for miracles, auntie. The most you can hope for is that I'll learn to _study_. That's bad enough!"

"Well, kiss me, Little Disappointment, and run away. I wrote your father to-day, and what do you think I told him?"

"That I was a very good girl and he was to send on that ring right off; that you were actually worried about me, I was studying so hard; that--"

"That you were a dear girl," Aunt Hope laughed softly. "Now off with you!"

In the middle of the night Glory woke out of a dream that she was at the tip-top head of the geometry cla.s.s, and in Latin the wonder of Centre Town Seminary for Young Ladies. The moonlight was streaming in on her face and found it laughing at the absurdity of the dream.

"The dream belongs to the Other Girl, not me. She's the one that ought to have the chances, too. I wish I could help her--why!" Glory sat up in bed, wide awake. Something had occurred to her.

"Why, of course. Why didn't I think of it before!" she said aloud.

"I'll ask Aunt Hope--no, I'll _do_ it." And then she tumbled back into the pillows to think out her plan. If the Other Girl could have known!

Chapter IV.

Two things prevented the immediate divulging of Glory's plan. She chafed at them both impatiently. On the way to the train the next morning Judy Wells waylaid her. That was one.

"I'm going, too," Judy announced cheerfully. "Of course you're delighted--I knew you would be! You see, I was taken violently homesick for the old Seminary, so I thought I'd run along with you and spend the day. I tried to work up a little enthusiasm in the other girls, but it was no use."

At any other time Glory would have been delighted enough at Judy's lively company, but to-day she wanted to propose her new plan to the Other Girl in the threadbare clothes. Judy would be dreadfully in her way about doing that. She would have to put it off a day. Glory never liked to put things off.

The other thing that interfered was the tiny boy she found sitting beside the Other Girl when she got on the train. He was almost too small to interfere with anything! Such a bit of a creature, in trousers almost too short to deserve the name! And beside him was tilted a tiny crutch that instantly suggested Tiny Tim to d.i.c.kens-loving Glory. Then she remembered that the Other Girl had spoken of a "Tiny Tim" the day before. So the Other Girl must have read d.i.c.kens, too.

"Here's a good seat," Judy said, dropping into the one just ahead of the two shabby figures.

Glory nodded cordially as she pa.s.sed them, but how could she do any more? She could not introduce Judy when she didn't know the Other Girl's name herself! And, besides--well, Judy was not the--the kind to introduce to her. Instinctively Glory recognized that.

In between Judy's gay chatter, bits of child-talk crept to Glory's ears from behind, with now and then a quiet word from the Other Girl.

She found herself listening to that with distinctly more interest than to Judy.

"No let's play it, Di," the child-voice piped eagerly, and there was a little clatter of the tiny crutch as it was tucked away out of sight under the seat.

"Can't see it now, can you?"

"Not a splinter of it, Timmie."

"I guess not! An' you wouldn't ever s'pose anybody was lame, would you? Not _me!_"

"_You!_ The idea, Timmie!"

The child-voice broke into delighted laughter.

"Well, then let's begin. Play I'm very big, Di--oh, 'normous! You playin' that? An' play both my legs are twins--of course you must play that. An' that I could run down this car if I wanted to, faster'n--oh, faster'n ever was! Just lickety-split, you know! You playin' it?"

Glory could not hear the low reply, but the child-voice was clear enough.

"Now s'posin' that man 'cross the car got up an' came back here--play he did--an' said up real loud, 'See here, boy, you 'mind me of when I was young. _I_ was big an' straight an' had twin legs, too!' Oh, my!

s'posin' that, Di! _Play it!_ You playin' it?"

The Other Girl's voice rang out, sharp with wistfulness.

Glory's eyes filled suddenly with tears. It must be such a hard play to play with Tiny Tim!

"Play I wear ve-ry big boots an' my mother has a dreadful time keepin' my pants up with my legs. 'Oh, how that boy does grow!' she keeps a-sighin' an' a-sighin', while she's lettin' 'em down. Play once she _cried_, he grew so fast!--Diantha Leavitt, you're lookin'

right straight out the window! I don't believe you're playin' at all, one speck. I'm goin' to get my crutch an' be lame again, so there!"

"Mercy! what are we sitting here in the sun for!" Judy suddenly exclaimed. "I say we go over there on the shady side. It'll burn us all up."

"Let it," said Glory. "I like it. But go over there, dear. I'll stay here and get a nice pinky-brown! Good-by till Centre Town."

She was glad when Judy was gone. In an instant she had wheeled about toward the two behind her, nodding at the tiny boy in a friendly way.

"Is that your little brother?" she asked of the Other Girl.

Tiny Tim answered for himself.

"I'm her little brother now, but I _was_ big a little speck of a while ago. Di went an' stopped playin'," he said in an aggrieved tone. The Other Girl laughed tenderly.

"He's the greatest boy for 'playin' things,' aren't you, Timmie? Yes, he's my brother. I bring him with me once in a great while for a change. He likes the ride on the cars and he takes care of himself beautifully while I'm at work. Then at nooning we play picnic, don't we, Timmie?"

There was no time for further talk then.

When the return trip came, Judy filled all the home ride with her lively spirits. So it was not until the next morning that Glory found her opportunity to broach her new idea to the Other Girl. She came breezily into the car and sat down beside the quiet figure with a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad my friend Judy isn't homesick for the Seminary to-day, as she was yesterday," she laughed. "And I'm a _little_ glad you didn't bring your brother. You see, there's something I want to talk about, and, if you don't mind, I'll begin this minute."

Mind!--the Other Girl mind how soon this dainty, beautiful girl "began"! She stole an admiring look at the natty costume and upward into the bright, sweet face. But what was this that her companion was saying? A gasp of astonishment came to her as she sensed the words that were being spoken rapidly.

"I thought it all out in bed, night before last. Oh, I hope you'll like it! _I_ think it's a lovely plan. You see, we'll have two three-quarters--an hour and a half a day. We can study together going down, and coming back I'll tell you all I learned in my cla.s.ses--don't you see? You don't speak. I'm afraid you don't like it."

"Like it?--oh, if it's what I think! If it's--_that!_ But I'm afraid I don't quite understand. I don't _dare_ to understand!"

Glory clapped her hands gayly.

"It's plain as a b c," she said. "You long to go to school and can't--I _don't_ long to and can! Now here's my idea that I evolved with my thinking-cap--I mean _night_-cap--on! Let's go to school together. We can pore over the horrid old books on the train, mornings and nights, and I can try and remember all the teachers tell me at the Seminary during the day. Aunt Hope will be overjoyed to have me try to remember anything! And, don't you see, anybody who worships history and can't let a Latin book alone, could keep up easy enough with a dull thing like me."

Glory paused for breath. She was still laughing with her eyes. But at sight of the radiance in the lean, brown face of the Other Girl, she sobered in sudden awe. To be as glad as that for a chance to learn!

"You understand all right now, don't you?" Glory said gently, and her gloved fingers stole across to the Other Girl's uncovered ones and rested on them rea.s.suringly.

"Yes, now I dare to--but oh, it takes my breath away!" the Other Girl cried. "It's such a beautiful, beautiful thing for you to do! Do you think I don't know that? Do you think I won't do my very best? Why, I can study in the rubber factory, too! I mean I can carry the geometry propositions in my head--I know I should remember every line and every letter--and work them out noontimes and in all the betweens."

"You needn't do that," Glory said, "you could copy the lesson off on a piece of paper--no, I'll tell you! I'll get Judy's books for you.

Oh, there are plenty of ways to manage. Now let's begin. There's time left to make a start, anyway."