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Much as Phillipa Rosewald loved her friends and she confessed to adoring Zaidee, she never stopped at a little fling. "The compliment, of course, is to Miss Boyd. She has a temper of her own, you can catch a flash of it in her eyes, and I dare say her iron rule is what makes her mother so meek. She pets up that Nevins girl who is a well they are called Beauty and the Beast.
What does she have to do?" "She looks after the sewing and the mending. Yes, because we are poor, we both have to earn our living. Some day I mean to teach and take care of her." "Where is your father?" "Oh, he died when I was a baby." "Well I'm awful sorry. Do you like that Phillipa Rosewald?" "I don't know much about her."
Those Kirkland girls are going to college, dearly loved cousins, quite sufficient for themselves, and there's that granery, yallery, Grosvenor Gallery, one who writes poetry and is too lackadaisical for anything. What we want is a rollicking, fun loving girl to start us." "And something's the matter with you, Phil. Have you been crossed in love?" Phillipa Rosewald turned scarlet.
Phillipa Rosewald proposed drinking toasts to her, even if it was only in water, and much girlish wit and laughter went round. "Why it's been a delightful party," several of them declared. "Mrs. Barrington, how can we thank you?"
Next June I shall be a full fledged soldier and there will be the ball in which Zay will shine a star of the first magnitude." "And set the day after," laughed the girl. "Oh, Phil Rosewald wants to come and half a dozen others, but I suppose you can't invite so many sisters and cousins." Vincent drew his face in an amusing half frown. "Is Phil as funny as ever?
"She makes fun of so many things, and she tells you words that sound wrong when you pronounce them. I said something yesterday and the girls giggled and Miss Davis thought I did it purposely and I was marked down." "It was a very mean thing," Lilian's cheek glowed with indignation. "Then Miss Rosewald tells such funny stories.
They changed their ideals, they vowed friendship and fell out with each other, they were spiteful and willful and sweet and penitent, and if "a boy's will's the wind's will," a young girl's will in the unformed years is not much better. Phillipa Rosewald was a sort of leader.
There was a crowd of eager talkers with Miss Rosewald. "Yes," she was saying. "I ran over the housekeeper just as she was coming out of Rinsey's. Zay will be here by the 20th, and she's coming right to school, for the Major and Mrs. Crawford are going to the Mediterranean. The German doctors and the baths did wonders for her and she can walk without crutches.
I am going to propose you lay aside all these and instead let me give you a party with music, dancing and some refreshments. I will invite the young gentlemen of the neighborhood, many of whom you have met at church and elsewhere. What do you say?" "Oh, Mrs. Barrington, that is utterly lovely." Phillipa Rosewald sprang up and clasped both hands.
But now and then the enthusiasm of the true student broke out in some class recitation and it transfigured her. "Our pupil teacher quite distinguished herself today," said Phillipa Rosewald, "though I must say it was in exceedingly bad taste." "Why bad taste?" asked Zay. "I thought it fine." "She might have been a little more modest.
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