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"Cut gla.s.s," said Debby. "All cut gla.s.s reflects light like that."
Cut gla.s.s or something more, it appealed to Hester. Turning it about in her hand, she examined it critically.
"There's a little hook here at the end," said Hester. "Did you notice that, Aunt Debby?" Debby took the pin in her hand to examine it. "I didn't notice that before. It has been an old fashioned earring made into a pin. Earrings used to be fashionable. No lady ever dressed without them, I've heard my mother say. The breast-pin that I wear with my gray silk was made from an earring of Grandmother Palmer's. Dear, dear, I wonder who wore these."
"I'm going to keep this and wear it, Aunt Debby."
"I don't believe I would, Hester. Someone might ask you where you got it."
"And I shall tell them it was my mother's, and that I wore it when I was a little baby. That is true. Isn't it, Aunt Debby?"
"You might lose it--" Debby began.
"If I do, no one will care except me. I'd dearly love to have it, Aunt Debby. Isn't it my own to do with as I please?"
There was no argument to bring against this, and Debby remained silent.
Hester, pleased with the bauble, pinned it on her dress and then set about replacing the other articles in the trunk.
The pin might be cut gla.s.s or something better. Neither Debby nor Hester knew, nor could they know that it would bring to Hester loss of friends and--but neither the girl or woman could antic.i.p.ate that. At present, all they could do was to admire the glitter of the stone and watch the changing lights play upon it.
CHAPTER III
I was the last week in August when Debby Alden and Miss Richards moved into the cottage at the east end of Lockport. The seminary was not to open until a week later and Hester was with her friends, a.s.sisting in every way she could in putting the place to rights.
Thursday evening, the house was immaculate. There was neither fad nor fancy about its equipment. Debby had brought down some great four-posters, old blue china, and solid silver. Miss Richards had several black walnut armchairs that were old enough to have been Mayflower Pilgrims, but which were not. There was a rug which Miss Richards had picked up in Europe twenty years before and a gay screen which Lieutenant Richards had bought a century before in an old junk shop in China.
"We look as though we had stepped from a previous century," said Miss Richards. "We haven't a modern article about us--" She glanced toward Hester and then added--"except Hester."
"You really need me," responded the girl. "I'm the only piece of twentieth-century furniture you and auntie have. I think I shall remain with you. I could study just as well here as shut up in that old stone building. I really think I could get my lessons better."
"I think so, too," said Miss Richards, "that is if you refer but to book lessons."
"What other kind could there be?"
"The kind that people teach you. They are all sorts of lessons, as varied in kind as there are people. The girls at d.i.c.kinson will teach you many a good lesson."
"I should think you and Aunt Debby could do it better. I've quite made up my mind to be but a parlor student."
"There are some things Debby and I cannot teach you. We love you too much to give you the very lessons which we know would prove best for you. The girls at school will do that for us."
"I do not always quite understand," said Hester. "Mr. Sanderson used to declare that I was neither philosophical nor mathematical. I do not see deeply into matters. I do know, though, which I like. Just now there is nothing I should like better than being at home with you and Aunt Debby, and I have quite made up my mind to that."
"You had better unmake it, Hester," said Debby who, coming into the house at that moment, had overheard their words.
"You will remain at the seminary even over Sat.u.r.day and Sunday, except once each month. Miss Weldon does not approve of pupils coming back and forth. I think she is quite right. This flitting about gives a most unsettled feeling. You will not know where you belong, and we'll have none of it for you."
Hester sighed and turned aside. She was disappointed, only for the time.
Had she been Debby Alden's own daughter, she could not have partaken more strongly of some of Debby's characteristics. When Hester once made up her mind, she was quite "set." She had no thought of giving up her plans.
"About the time that I'm ready to leave them, they'll both realize how much they'll miss me. Then I'll be able to persuade Aunt Debby to allow me to board at home."
Confident in her power of persuasion, Hester went about her work as happy as though the matter had been adjusted to her satisfaction.
There was yet some shopping to be done before Hester's outfit would be complete. Miss Debby had purposely delayed buying until she came to Lockport where she believed a better selection might be made.
Miss Richards had friends in town and had gone off to spend the day with them. After the household duties had been disposed of, Debby and Hester set out on their shopping expedition.
The morning was delightful and Debby, who took pleasure in the exercise of her muscles, decided to walk. With the exception of the summer homes which lay on the outskirts, Lockport was compact. The shopping district lay within a few squares. The store windows were tastefully decorated and Hester to whom all this was new, lingered to gaze and comment.
"I never knew hats could be so pretty. Did you, Aunt Debby? Why the window is a dream--a poem!" She paused to study the millinery display.
She had grown tall. Her shirt-waist suit of white linen was dainty and simple. She had pushed back her hat. When she was interested in anything, she was wholly unconscious of herself and what was going on about her. Now with bright eyes, and flushed cheeks, she stood before the window. She was a very pleasing sight to pa.s.sers-by. More than one person stopped for a backward glance and smiled, well pleased, and pa.s.sed on. Someone in particular found her pleasing. A young man hurrying from the store adjoining, paused a moment to look at Hester.
Her face was in profile. All he could see was the cheek and chin, the tall, slender figure and the long braid of hair.
He paused but a moment. Then he smiled with delight and advancing, came up beside her. "h.e.l.lo, honey. I did not know you were in town. Are you picking your fall chapeau?"
Hester was startled. She looked about her. Debby Alden had moved on and unconscious of what was taking place, was studying the display in windows several yards distant.
At Hester's alarm, a flush came to the young man's face.
"I humbly crave your pardon," he said, lifting his hat. "I mistook you for my cousin Helen. Believe me, I regret exceedingly--"
Debby Alden had turned at this moment. She came hurrying up. Hester had been alarmed and turned to lay her hand on Debby's arm.
"He thought I was his cousin," said Hester.
Debby turned toward the young man who would have explained had she allowed him to do so; but she gave him such a glance that words failed him.
"Come, Hester, an apology is merely an insult." Hester walked meekly along. She was not able to grasp the situation.
"He said he thought I was his cousin, Aunt Debby. He seemed so sorry--"
"Nonsense. He had no idea that you were his cousin or anyone else that he knew. He is just a smart, ill-bred young man, Hester, who, thinking you a stranger and not used to the ways of a city, did what he could to annoy you. Never pay any attention to such folk, Hester. Hurry away from them as fast as you can. They are never desirable people to know."
"But he looked very nice, Aunt Debby. Did you notice his eyes? I liked the way he spoke. I really do believe that he thought that I was his cousin."
"It matters little what you think on such matters. Hereafter never give anyone time to apologize for speaking to you."
Smith and Winter's was the largest store in Lockport. It was on Pine, between Third and Fourth Streets. It was here that Debby Alden intended making her purchases.
"Do you think you would like a tan jacket better than a blue one, Hester?" she asked as the floor-walker was conducting them toward the coat department.
"I think so, Auntie. But you select what you think is best."
Debby made known her wants to the sales-woman. Jackets of tan and blue, of many sizes and shades were brought forth and tried on Hester. They were interrupted in their selection, by one of the girls from the alteration department, claiming the attention of the clerk.