Marjorie Dean College Junior Part 5

The man promptly brought the machine to a slow stop. He was too well acquainted with the whims of "them girls from the college" to exhibit surprise. Having paid her fare on entering the taxicab, Marjorie now quitted it with alacrity and ran back to the scene of the mishap.

"Please let me help you," she offered in a gracious fashion which came straight from her heart. "I saw the handle of that basket break and I made the driver stop and let me out of the taxi."

Without waiting for Miss Susanna's permission, Marjorie stooped and lay hold on one of the scattered flower pots. Thus far the old lady had made no effort to gather them in. She had stood eyeing the unstable basket with marked disgust.

"And who are you, may I ask?" The brisk manner of question reminded Marjorie of Miss Remson.

"Oh, I am Marjorie Dean from Hamilton College," Marjorie said, straightening up with a smile.

For an instant the two pairs of dark eyes met. In the old lady's appeared a gleam half resentful, half admiring. In the young girl's shone a pleasant light, hard to resist.

"Yes; I supposed you were one of them," nodded Miss Susanna. "Let me tell you, young woman, you are the first I have met in all these years from the college who had any claim on gentle breeding."

Marjorie smiled. "There are a good many fine girls at Hamilton," she defended without intent to be discourteous. "Any one of a number I know would have been glad to help you."

"Then that doll shop has changed a good deal recently," retorted the old lady with rapidity. "Nowadays it is nothing but drive flamboyant cars and spend money for frivolities over there. I hate the place."

Marjorie was silent. She did not like to contradict further by saying pointedly that she loved Hamilton, neither could she bear the thought of not defending her Alma Mater.

"I can't say that I hate Hamilton College, because I don't," she finally returned, before the pause between the two had grown embarra.s.sing. "I am sure you must have good reason to dislike Hamilton and its students or you would not say so."

The pink in her cheeks deepened. Marjorie bent and completed the task of returning the last spilled posy to the basket.

"There!" she exclaimed good-naturedly. "I have them all in the basket again, and not a single one of those little jars are broken. I wish you would let me carry the basket for you, Miss Hamilton. It is really a c.u.mbersome affair without the handle."

"You are quite a nice child, I must say." Miss Susanna continued to regard Marjorie with her bright, bird-like gaze. "Where on earth were you brought up?"

Signally amused, Marjorie laughed outright. She had raised the basket from the ground. As she stood there, her lovely face full of light and laughter, arms full of flowers, Miss Susanna's stubborn old heart softened a trifle toward girlhood.

"I come from Sanford, New York," she answered. "This is my junior year at Hamilton. Four other girls from Sanford entered when I did."

"Sanford," repeated her questioner. "I never heard of the place. If these girls are friends of yours I suppose they escape being barbarians."

"They are the finest girls I ever knew," Marjorie praised with sincerity.

"Well, well; I am pleased to hear it." The old lady spoke with a brusquerie which seemed to indicate her wish to be done with the subject. "You insist on helping me, do you?"

"Yes; if it pleases you to allow me."

"It's to my advantage, so it ought to," was the dry retort. "I am not particular about lugging that basket in my arms. I loaded it too heavily. Brian, the gardener, would have carried it for me, but I didn't care to be bothered with him. I am carrying these down to an old man who used to work about the lawns. His days are numbered and he loves flowers better than anything else. He lives in a little house just outside the estate. It is still quite a walk. If you have anything else to do you had better consider it and not me."

"I was on my way to town. It is too late to go now." Marjorie explained the nature of her errand as they walked on. "The girls will probably come to the conclusion that I found it too late to go to Hamilton after I had changed my gown. One or another of them will buy me something pretty to give to Elaine," she ended.

"It is a good many years since I bought a birthday gift for anyone. I always give my servants money on their birthdays. I have not received a birthday gift for over fifty years and I don't want one. I do not allow my household to make me presents on any occasion." Miss Susanna announced this with a touch of defiance.

"It seems as though my life has been full of presents. My father and mother have given me hundreds, I guess. My father is away from home a good deal. When he comes back from his long business trips he always brings Captain and I whole stacks of treasures."

Marjorie was not sure that this was what she should have said. She found conversing with the last of the Hamiltons a trifle hazardous. She had no desire to contradict, yet she and her new acquaintance had thus far not agreed on a single point.

"Who is 'Captain,'" was the inquiry, made with the curiosity of a child.

Marjorie turned rosy red. The pet appellation had slipped out before she thought.

"I call my mother 'Captain,'" she informed, then went on to explain further of their fond home play. She fully expected Miss Susanna would criticize it as "silly." She was already understanding a little of the lonely old gentlewoman's bitterness of heart. Her earnest desire to know the last of the Hamiltons had arisen purely out of her great sympathy for Miss Susanna.

"You seem to have had a childhood," was the surprising reception her explanation called forth. "I can't endure the children of today. They are grown up in their minds at seven. I must say your father and mother are exceptional. No wonder you have good manners. That is, if they are genuine. I have seen some good imitations. Young girls are more deceitful than young men. I don't like either. There is nothing I despise so much as the calloused selfishness of youth. It is far worse than crabbed age."

"I know young girls are often selfish of their own pleasure," Marjorie returned with sudden humility. "I try not to be. I know I am at times.

Many of my girl friends are not. I wish I could begin to tell you of the beautiful, unselfish things some of my chums have done for others."

Miss Susanna vouchsafed no reply to this little speech. She trotted along beside Marjorie for several rods without saying another word. When she spoke again it was to say briefly: "Here is where we turn off the road. Is that basket growing very heavy?"

"It is quite heavy. I believe I will set it down for a minute." Marjorie carefully deposited her burden on the gra.s.s at the roadside and straightened up, stretching her aching arms. The basket had begun to be considerable of a burden on account of the manner in which it had to be carried.

"I couldn't have lugged that myself," Miss Susanna confessed. "I found it almost too much for me with the handle on. Ridiculous, the flimsy way in which things are put together today! Splint baskets of years ago would have stood any amount of strain. If you had not kindly come to my a.s.sistance, I intended to pick out as many of those jars as I could carry in my arms and go on with them. The others I would have set up against my own property fence and hoped no one would walk off with them before my return. I dislike anyone to have the flowers I own and have tended unless I give them away myself."

"I have often seen you working among your flowers when I have pa.s.sed Hamilton Arms. I knew you must love them dearly or you would not spend so much time with them."

"Hm-m!" The interjection might have been an a.s.sent to Marjorie's polite observation. It was not, however. Miss Susanna was understanding that this young girl who had shown her such unaffected courtesy had thought of her kindly as a stranger. She experienced a sudden desire to see Marjorie again. Her long and concentrated hatred against Hamilton College and its students forbade her to make any friendly advances. She had already shown more affability according to her ideas than she had intended. She wondered why she had not curtly refused Marjorie's offer.

"I am rested now." Marjorie lifted the basket. The two skirted the northern boundary of Hamilton Arms, taking a narrow private road which lay between it and the neighboring estate. The road continued straight to a field where it ended. At the edge of the field stood a small cottage painted white. Miss Susanna pointed it out as their destination.

"I will carry this to the door and then leave you." Marjorie had no desire to intrude upon Miss Susanna's call at the cottage.

"Very well. I am obliged to you, Marjorie Dean." Miss Susanna's thanks were expressed in tones which sounded close to unfriendly. She was divided between appreciation of Marjorie's courtesy and her dislike for girls.

"You are welcome." They were now within a few yards of the cottage.

Arriving at the low doorstep, Marjorie set the basket carefully upon it.

"Goodbye, Miss Hamilton." She held out her hand. "I am so glad to have met you."

"What's that? Oh, yes." The old lady took Marjorie's proffered hand. The evident sincerity of the words touched a hidden spring within, long sealed. "Goodbye, child. I am glad to have met at least one young girl with genuine manners."

Marjorie smiled as she turned away. She had never before met an old person who so heartily detested youth. She knew her timely a.s.sistance had been appreciated. On that very account Miss Susanna had tried to smother, temporarily, her standing grudge against the younger generation.

Well, it had happened. She had achieved her heart's desire. She had actually met and talked with the last of the Hamiltons.

CHAPTER VII-TWO KINDS OF GIRLS

"You are a dandy," was Jerry's greeting as Marjorie walked into their room at ten minutes past six. "Where were you? Lucy said you ruined your blue pongee with some horrid old chemical. It didn't take you two hours to change it, did it? I see we have on our pink linen."

"You know perfectly well it did not take me two hours to change it. A plain insinuation that I'm a slowpoke. Take it back." In high good humor, Marjorie made a playful rush at her room-mate.

"Hold on. I am not made of wood, as Hal says when I occasionally hammer him in fun." Jerry put up her hands in comic self-defense. "You certainly are in a fine humor after keeping your poor pals waiting for you for an hour and a half and then not even condescending to appear."

"I've had an adventure, Jeremiah. That's why I didn't meet you girls in Hamilton. I started for there in a taxicab. Then I met a lady in distress, and, emulating the example of a gallant knight, I hopped out of the taxi to help her."