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The arrival of the hamper was not unnoticed by the sharp eyes of Miss Picolet; but advised by the wily Miss Cox, Helen unpacked a certain portion of the good things and, during the afternoon, asked permission of Miss Scrimp to make tea and invite some of the girls to the duet to sample her goodies.
"I see Miss Picolet coming this way. She won't approve of my talking with 'a strange young man' so long," laughed Ruth. "You let me know every few days where you are, Jerry?" "Yes, ma'am, I will. And thank you kindly." "You aren't out of funds? You have money?" "I've got quite a little store," said Jerry, smiling. "Thanks to that nice black-eyed girl that I helped out of the car window." "Oh!
"Though, if Miss Picolet is awake she'll smell the brew and will be up here instanter," declared the Fox, crossly, as Belle insisted in having her share of the drinkables as well as eatables. Miss Picolet was forgotten in the fun and the feasting, however. There were twenty girls in the room, and they had to sit on the floor in two rows while Ruth and Helen passed out the good things.
A little later Ruth saw the good woman open her window and toss out her best mirror upon the cement walk. Miss Picolet came flying toward the burning building, chattering about her treasures she had brought from France.
Miss Picolet looked up, saw who it was, and welcomed Ruth with a smile. "I hope you have had a joyful day, Miss Ruth," she said. "Come to the radiator you are cold." "I am going to run upstairs in a moment, Mademoiselle," said Ruth, hesitatingly. "But I have a message for you." "A message for me?" said the lady, in surprise. "Yes, ma'am." "From the Preceptress, Ruth?" "No, Miss Picolet.
There were no sessions of either the F. C.'s or the Upedes on this evening, and Miss Picolet, to whom Ruth had spoken about the little reception to be held in her room, approved of it. Helen was bound to be popular among any crowd of girls, for she was so gay and good-tempered.
"You'll remember, Infants," said Lluella, "when you hear the twang of the ghostly harp, that something momentous is bound to happen at Briarwood Hall." "But more important still," warned Mary, "be sure that your lights are out within twenty minutes after retiring bell sounds. Otherwise you will have that cat, Picolet, poking into your room to learn what is the matter." "Aren't they just fine?
"But, enough of Picolet. It is these small infants we have to judge; not that old cat. We say they have shown temerity in coming to Briarwood is it not so, friends and fellow members ahem! is it not so?" There was a responsive giggle from the shrouded figures about the room. "Then punishment must be the portion of these Infants," declared the foremost hazer.
It was thus the most natural thing in the world to assemble at meals when the school-bell tapped its summons, to stand while the grace was being said, to chatter and laugh with those at the table at which they sat, to speak and laugh with the waitresses, and with old Tony Foyle, and with Miss Scrimp, the matron of their house, and to bow respectfully to Miss Picolet, Miss Kennedy, the English teacher; Miss O'Hara, before whom Ruth and Helen would come in mathematics, and the other teachers as they learned their names.
"We have been guarded from the evil that flyeth by night and from the terror that stalketh at noonday. Surely God is our Keeper and Strength. We will not be afraid." When Helen played one of the old, old hymns of the Church she brought such sweet tones from the strings of the violin that Miss Picolet hushed her accompaniment, surprised and delighted.
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