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"We must have a little holiday decoration, Otoyo and I," she said to herself. "And it's lots nicer to gather it than buy it at the grocery store. I suppose my box from home will reach here to-night. I'll ask Mr.
and Mrs. Murphy up to-morrow and give a party. There'll be turkey in it, of course, and plum cake and blackberry cordial--it won't be such a bad Christmas. Mr. and Mrs. Murphy are dears--I must do up their presents this afternoon. I hope Otoyo will like the little book. She'll be interested to know that Professor Green wrote it."
As she hurried along, breathing in the frosty air, like Pilgrim she spied a figure a great way off coming toward her.
"Another left-over," she thought and went on her way, her steps keeping time to a poem she was repeating out loud:
"'St. Agnes' Eve--ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl for all his feathers was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen gra.s.s And silent was the flock in woolly fold----'"
Molly had just repeated the last line over, too absorbed to notice the advancing figure through the pine trees, except sub-consciously to see that it was a girl.
"Ah, here's the holly," she exclaimed.
"'Numb were the beadsman's fingers----'"
She knelt on the frozen ground and began cutting off branches with the penknife.
"I suppose you are rather surprised to see me, aren't you?"
Molly looked up. It was Judith Blount.
"Why, where did you come from, Judith?" she asked. "Didn't you go up to New York Friday, after all?"
"I was supposed to, but I didn't. I am staying down in the village at the Inn. I may go this afternoon. I haven't decided yet. To tell the truth, I am not very anxious to see my family. Papa--isn't at home and Richard and mamma are rather gloomy company. I think I'd rather spend Christmas almost anywhere than with them, this year."
"But your mother, Judith," exclaimed Molly, shocked at Judith's lack of feeling, "doesn't she need you now more than ever?"
"Why?" demanded Judith suspiciously. "What do you know of my affairs?"
"I happen to know a great deal," answered Molly, "since they have a good deal to do with my own affairs."
"Why, what do you mean?"
"Now, Judith," went on Molly, "this is Christmas and we won't quarrel about our misfortunes. Whatever mine are, it's not your fault. I'm gathering some holly to decorate for Otoyo and me. Won't you help me?"
"No, thanks," answered the other coldly. "I don't feel much like Christmas this year," she burst out, after a pause. "I'm seeing my last of college now, unless I choose to stay under certain conditions--and I won't--I won't," she repeated, stamping her foot fiercely on the frozen earth, which gave out a rhythmic sound under the blow. "Queen's is bad enough, but if I am to descend to a room over the post-office after this semester, I'd--I'd rather die!" she added furiously.
"We're in the same box," thought Molly. "I can appreciate how she feels, poor soul. I was just about as bad myself at first."
"Do you blame me?" went on the unhappy Judith. "Through no fault of mine I've had troubles heaped on me all winter--first one and then another. I have had to suffer for another person's sins; to be crushed into a n.o.body; taken from my rightful place and shoved off first into one miserable little hole and then another. I tell you I don't think it's fair--it's unkind--it's cruel!"
Molly was not accustomed to hear people pity themselves. She had been brought up to regard it as an evidence of cowardice and low breeding.
"I've just about made up my mind," continued Judith, "to chuck the whole thing and go on the stage. I can sing and dance, and I believe I could get into almost any chorus. Richard, of course, wouldn't hear of my taking part in his new opera and he could arrange it just as easily as not, but he doesn't approve and neither does mamma. But it would be less humiliating than this." She pointed to Wellington.
"But Judith, it would be a great deal more humiliating," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Molly. "You would be fussed with and scolded, and you'd hear horrid language, and live in wretched hotels and boarding houses a great deal worse than the rooms over the post-office!"
It was very little Molly knew about chorus girl life, but that little she now turned to good account.
"You would have to travel a lot on smoky, uncomfortable trains and stay up late at night, whether you wanted to or not. You wouldn't be treated like a lady," she added innocently, "and you'd have to cover your face with grease and paint every night."
"I don't care," answered Judith. "Anything would be better than being banished from Wellington and living in a room next to that talkative little southern girl who does laundry work."
"Judith," exclaimed Molly, "I'm being banished from Wellington, too.
I've taken a room at O'Reilly's. I've been through all the misery you're going through, and I know what you are suffering. I was almost at the point of going home once. But Judith, don't you see that it's rather cowardly to enjoy prosperity and the good things that come in time of peace, and then run away when the real fight begins? And it wouldn't do any good, either. It would only make other people suffer and we'd be much worse off ourselves. Don't you think Judith Blount, B. A., would be a more important person than Judith Blount, Chorus Girl?"
Judith began picking the leaves off a piece of holly. Almost everything she did was destructive.
"I suppose you're right," she said at last. "Mamma and Richard would have a fit and the chorus girl role wouldn't suit me, either. I'm too high-tempered and I can't stand criticism. But you're going to O'Reilly's? That puts a new face on it. I'll change to O'Reilly's, too."
Molly groaned inwardly. She would almost rather live next to a talking machine than a firebrand.
"They aren't such bad rooms," she said quietly. "When we get our things in, they'll be quite nice."
"And now, I'll hurry on," continued Judith, utterly absorbed in her own affairs. "I think I will take the train to New York this afternoon. I suppose it would be rather cowardly to leave mamma and Richard alone, this Christmas, especially. Good-by." She held out her hand. "What are your plans? Are you going to do anything tonight to celebrate?"
"No," answered Molly, shaking Judith's hand with as much cordiality as she could muster. "Just go to bed."
"I thought perhaps you had formed some scheme of entertainment with my cousins."
"You mean the Greens? I didn't know they were here."
"I don't know that they are here, either. They have been careful to keep their plans from me."
Molly ignored this implication.
"I hope you'll enjoy your Christmas, Judith," she said. "Perhaps something will turn up."
"Something will have to turn up after next year," exclaimed Judith, "for I have made up my mind to one thing. I shall never work for a living."
And she strode off through the pine woods with her chin in the air, as if she were defying all the powers in heaven to make her change this resolution.
Molly s.h.i.+vered as she knelt to clip the holly. She seemed to see a picture of a tiny little Judith standing in the middle of a vast, endless plain raging and shaking her fists at--what? The empty air. She sighed.
"I don't suppose I could ever make her understand that she'd be lots happier if she'd just let go and stop thinking that G.o.d has a grudge against her."
CHAPTER XVII.
A CHRISTMAS SURPRISE.
At six o'clock that evening a mouse's tail brushed Molly's door.
"Come in, little one," called Molly, recognizing Otoyo's tap. "My, how dressed up you are!" she cried as the little j.a.panese appeared in the doorway blus.h.i.+ng and hesitating.