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Newman, who mothered so many college generations of girls at Norumbega, and will always be to them the ideal house-mother, when old alumnae speak these names, their hearts glow with unchanging affection. But the most vivid of all these pioneers, and one of the most widely known, was Carla Wenckebach.
Now as the two sisters Carla and Alween gathered berries in the forest one day not long after, Carla, in her eagerness to fill her pail with the biggest berries, strayed away just as her sister Indra had done. Alween was forced to return home alone, and it happened with Carla just as it had with her elder sister.
"You can see that big statue of the Magyar warriors, there in front of the Szepmuveszeti Museum, like." He sighed. "I had a date with a Croat girl, to meet her there tomorrow night. I was making good time with Carla. She thought it was romantic, me being from the West, and all." "Max, my friend," Joe growled. "Save us the lurid details of your romances."
"Now, Earnscliff;" exclaimed Hobbie, "I am glad to meet your honour ony gate, and company's blithe on a bare moor like this it's an unco bogilly bit Where hae ye been sporting?" "Up the Carla Cleugh, Hobbie," answered Earnscliff, returning his greeting. "But will our dogs keep the peace, think you?" "Deil a fear o' mine," said Hobbie, "they hae scarce a leg to stand on.
"I am enchanted to know Miss Holiday," he said. His voice was as unusual as the rest of him, deep-throated, musical, vibrant an unforgettable voice it seemed to Tony who for a moment seemed to have lost her own. "I shall sit beside Miss Tony to-night, Carla," he added. It was not a question, not a plea. It was clear assertion. "Not to-night, Alan. You are between Aunt Lottie and Mary Frances Day.
Then shaking his head sadly and slowly, he opened a curious door beneath the bed on which the girl lay and let her down into the dark, underground cellar of the hut. That night there was trouble and sorrow for good Mother Grougans and for Carla and Alween.
The animals said nothing, but the old man told her to prepare the two beds in the loft. After spreading them with fresh linen the girl laid herself down upon one of the beds and fell fast asleep. When the old man climbed to the loft and saw Carla lying in a sound slumber, he opened the curious door again and let her also down into the cellar. Now when Carla failed to return home.
Up to that moment she had considered his affair with Tony as merely another of his many adventures in romance, albeit possibly a slightly more extravagant one than usual. "Of course it is real real as Hell," he retorted. "I'm mad over her, Carla. I am going to marry her if I have to kill every man in the path to get to her," savagely. "I am sorry, Alan.
The Prince smiled too and, looking into Cinderella's face, he saw his long lost lady of the party. With a cry of joy he lifted her, all ragged as she was, upon his horse and the Prince and his chosen princess rode away. "Indra! Indra! Indra! Oh, Indra! Where are you?" called Carla and Alween. "Come, Indra, we are going home. Come, it will soon be dark. Hurry, or we shall lose our way."
The cock, the hen, and the brindled cow all opened their mouths and called out together, "Oh, let her stay! We'll not say nay." Then the old man sent Carla to prepare supper. Just as her sister had done, she cooked and ate and gave not so much as a glance or a thought to the hungry animals. "Now I am satisfied," said Carla at last. "Show me where to sleep."
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