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You have always let me have my own way, and I have yes, I have tried to be a good girl; but there is something before me to-day more important and more difficult than I ever tackled yet, and if I can't come to my own aunt I, who am a motherless girl for help at this crisis I shall think the world is coming to an end." "What a strange, earnest way you do speak in, Aneta!"
The hall was as spacious and nearly as beautiful as the drawing-room, and the pretty, bright parlor-maid smiled at the gentleman as he went out. Mrs. Ward remained for a time alone after her visitor had left. "I should like to have those girls," she said to herself. "Any girls related to such a splendid, lofty character as Aneta could not but be welcome to me.
She hated the crudity of the color, and it occurred to her that she could get some soft and becoming sashes out of part of the money which Pearce had given her for the brooch. By-and-by she found herself near Aneta. Aneta was working a center-piece which she meant to present to Lady Lysle at Christmas. Maggie was no good whatever at needlework, and seldom joined the band of needlewomen.
"I was just thinking of going to bed, dear," said that good-natured young woman. "Can I do anything for you?" "I only want to say something to you, Lucy." "What is it, my love? I do not like to see that our dear Aneta looks worried, but your face almost wears that expression." "Well," said Aneta, "it is just this: I am a trifle worried about a matter which I hope I may set right.
Soon the three girls found themselves in the beautiful bedroom which had been arranged for Aneta's reception. As soon as ever they got there Cicely clasped one of her cousin's arms and Merry the other. "We have news for you news!" they said. "Yes?" said Aneta, looking at them with her bright, soft eyes.
Bennett; so, somehow or other, I feel that there are changes in the air. Oh Merry, Merry! suppose " "There's no use in it," said Merry. "Father will never change. We'll get some other dreadfully dull daily governess, and some other fearfully depressing music-master, and we'll never be like Molly and Belle and Maggie and our cousin Aneta. It does seem hard."
"Ah, there's the tea-gong." The girls now followed Aneta into a pleasant room which looked out on to a small garden. The garden, compared to the great, sweeping lawns and lovely parterres of Meredith Manor, was insignificant.
Work was strictly forbidden in the school from five to seven, and it was during that period that the queens of the school generally exercised their power. Aneta then usually found herself surrounded by her satellites in one corner of the girls' own special sitting-room, and Maggie was in a similar position at the farther end.
She did not quite know what was the matter. Aneta's face was very quiet. After a time she drew a letter from her pocket and put it into Maggie's hand. "Who brought this?" asked Maggie. "A person who called herself Tildy." Maggie held the letter unopened in her lap. "Why don't you read it?" said Aneta. Maggie took it up and glanced at the handwriting. Then she put it down again.
It is true that Queen Maggie's headache was only a fiction, but poor Queen Aneta's was real enough. She was lying down in her pretty bedroom, hoping that quiet might still the throbbing of her temples, when the door was very softly opened, and Merry Cardew brought in a letter and laid it by her side. "May I bring you some tea upstairs, Aneta?" she said. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
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