CHAPTER XVI--More Plans and Plots
But the plans for Thanksgiving Day were not entrusted to the Seniors asthey expected. That night after dinner Miss Hull got up from her placeat the Senior table, before she rang the little silver bell that alwayssignalled the close of each meal.
Instant silence fell over the dining room, and the girls all turned toher expectantly.
"Girls," she began, "I was more than sorry to have to ask you to give upyour holidays, and I want to say how much I appreciate the splendid wayyou have all accepted the disappointment. You must make your own plansfor most of the time. You are free to do as you like. I would suggest apicnic for one of the days. It is really not a bit too cold and it wouldbe a good way to keep out of doors.
"On Thanksgiving day, I want you to be my guests at a Thanksgivingdinner." The girls clapped their hands enthusiastically but Miss Hullhad not finished.
"Just one more thing, girls please," she went on. "Remember the girlsthat have the measles. They are sick in the Infirmary, and although youmust remain on their account, just think how very much worse it is forthem, and do what you can for them. Notes are always welcome when one isin the Infirmary, aren't they?" she turned to Poppy.
"Yes, Miss Hull, most anything is," Poppy replied, a worried expressionon her usually placid face. She was wondering whom she could persuade towrite to the Red Twins and Ethel Rivers. Kitty Joyce and Louise Brownshe knew would be well taken care of. Miss Hull had a way of making asuggestion, and then leaving it to the Seniors to see that it wascarried out.
The same thought was reflected on the face of every Senior. Gwen andPoppy found their solution in the Sophomore class. Their own particularpets could be depended on they know.
"We'll ask them after dinner," Gwen said, and Poppy nodded.
So, soon after dinner found the same group in one corner of the ballroomthat had discussed the subject earlier in the day.
"We'll write, all of us," Ann announced, speaking as was her right asthe oldest girl. She had been at Hilltop a year longer than any of theothers. "And what's more, we will write really nice notes." She lookedaround the circle defiantly as though she dared any one of them tocontradict her.
"We will," Prue agreed.
"Suppose so, though what I'll say, I'm sure I don't know," Gladysscowled at the prospect.
"Thank goodness, the measles stayed in the new wing. I hope none of uscatch it," Sally remarked. "What else are we to do besides writing thenotes?"
"I don't know. We'll have to think of something," Gwen replied.
"Why don't we serenade them?" Daphne suggested. "It's always fun to hearpeople sing, especially if they sing all the songs you like."
"Good idea," Poppy agreed. "We'll do that very thing. We'll sing some ofthe old plantation melodies and the old ballads that Miss Hull loves.Daphne, you and Janet come down to Seniors' Retreat in the morning. Youhave awfully pretty voices, both of you. I heard you singing in church,last Sunday."
"Sure it wasn't Phyl?" Ann inquired. "If you can tell the Twins apart inchurch, when their heads are bent reverently over their prayer books,you are doing more than I can."
Poppy laughed and pointed to the tiny crescent pin that Phyllis wasstill wearing.
"I couldn't at first," she admitted. "But Phyllis took off her coat andI saw that pin, then I watched them when the next hymn began, and shenever opened her lips, so I said to myself, 'Janet has the voice.'"
"And, of course, Taffy looks as if she ought to sing, and she does,"Gwen added.
"She looks like Diana at the chase, with a bow in her hand, too," Sallyteased, "but she can't shoot."
Daphne blushed ever so slightly. "What an unfortunate turn theconversation has taken," she drawled. "Poppy, we will meet you in themorning, of course any time you say."
Janet nodded. "Love to, Poppy, I think it will be a lot of fun," shesaid.
"It's awfully decent of Miss Hull to give us a party," Sally remarked."I know it will be something rather nice, she always does things sobeautifully!" She paused and added after a second, "Wish we could dosomething for her."
It was only a germ of an idea, but it grew with amazing speed.
"I wish we could, too," Gwen said first.
Then Prue added, "So do I."
The rest nodded and it was Sally's turn again.
"Well, why don't we?" she said.
"Let's."
"Good idea."
"But what?" came the replies.
"I don't exactly know," Sally admitted. "The idea just popped into myhead."
"A serenade," someone suggested.
"Not nice enough."
"How about tableaux, living pictures? Miss Hull loves those." It wasPoppy who spoke.
The rest thought for a few minutes in silence. Just tableaux were notexactly the thing somehow. The idea lacked originality.
At last Gladys jumped and executed a silent but triumphant dance.
"Well, let's hear it." Ann knew Gladys better than any of her otherfriends, and she felt that the question had been solved.
"Well, I don't want to be forward or cheeky," Gladys began shyly, "andanyway it's just a suggestion."
"Let's have it," Gwyn demanded.
"Well," Gladys began again, "you all know how fond Miss Hull is of thestories that have come down about Hilltop." The rest nodded eagerly.
"Why couldn't we have tableaux representing all the Hilltop stories weknow about?" she finished with a rush.
The girls looked their admiration.
"We can and we will," Poppy declared. "I declare, that's just thesweetest idea I ever heard!" She and Gwen went off to confer with theother Seniors, and the rest went back to Gladys' room.
"What tableaux would you have, Glad?" Prue inquired respectfully.
"Well, there's our Countess," Gladys replied. "There's a miniature ofher own in the library, in the bookcase, that has all the souvenirs init, and, as I remember it, she looks like Taffy."
"But where shall we find the costumes?" Phyllis inquired.
"Up in the attic. It's loaded with cedar chests full," Ann told her."Miss Hull always lets us wear them when we give masquerades."
"Tell us about the rest of the characters," Sally said impatiently.
"Well, there's the poor unhappy lady that haunts the Twins' balcony,"Gladys suggested with a perfectly straight face.
"The Twins' balcony?" Sally showed her surprise at this new adaption ofan old tale, but neither Ann nor Prue moved a muscle as Gladyscontinued. It was the opportunity they had been waiting for, ever sinceJanet had expressed the wish that their room had a ghost.
"Yes," Gladys went on in a matter-of-fact tone, "the poor pretty ladythat was standing on the balcony and looked down, and saw them bringinghome the dead body of her lover. He had fought a duel with her brother,and the brother had killed him."
"Oh, Glad, and you never told us!" Janet protested. "Was it really fromour balcony?"
Sally who had caught Prue's warning wink did not question any further.She knew as well as they did, that the famous haunted balcony was on theother side of the house, outside of one of the class rooms.
"Truth of the matter is, I didn't intend to tell you at all," Gladyssaid seriously. "Those things are not nice to know about. The servants,you know, all vow they have seen the ghost."
Phyllis shivered. "Poor lovely lady" she said, "I'm awfully sorry forher, but I know I shall never sleep again."
"What nonsense" Janet exclaimed. "The idea of believing in ghosts."
The other girls did not agree with her that it was nonsense; they merelyexchanged rather knowing glances.
Then Poppy and Gwen and some of the other Seniors came in, and the talkchanged to plans for the tableaux.
It was decided to give six in all. They talked earnestly until the clockchimed the Happy Dreams, then the Seniors went back to their rooms, andthe rest of the girls, after a few minutes' more talk, to theirs.
Janet went straight to the balcony, when she and Phyllis were alone in
their own room. She looked out into the lovely night, and in her vividimagination she saw the whole scene, as Gladys had told it to her,unfold before her.
If Miss Slocum had seen her stretch out her arms, as she looked downwith the eyes of the poor maiden upon the body of her lover, she mighthave wondered. In literature, Janet kept her emotions to herself, andthe more a scene from Shakespeare touched, the more colorless was hervoice as she read it. As she would have hated to have shared theEnchanted Kingdom with any one but Peter, so she hated to share her loveof the romantic, and hold it up for possible ridicule.
"Jan, do come in from that horrible balcony," Phyllis besought her. "Ihave the creeps every time I look at it."
"Nonsense," Janet replied shortly, but she came in, and it was not manyminutes before she was in bed. Phyllis, in spite of her predictions tothe contrary, was soon fast asleep, and Janet, though she tried to keepawake and think about the pretty lady, soon followed.
Neither of them ever knew how long they had been asleep, before theywere conscious of a low moaning sound that came from the balcony.
Phyllis heard it first, and she leaned over and shook Janet's arm.
"Jan, listen, what is that horrible noise?" she demanded.
Janet, still very sleepy, sat up to listen. For a minute there was nosound, but the whisper of the wind in the trees. Then very faintly atfirst, but coming nearer and nearer, they heard a low moan.
Phyllis was in Janet's bed in a second, and was shivering against her.For the best part of a minute Janet was frightened, then her good sensecame to her rescue. She had not lived in an isolated house in OldChester, where the wind played queer tricks with echoes and the wavesbeat dismally against the shore, to be easily frightened.
"Oh, Jan, it's that woman, I know it is!" Phyllis was sobbing.
"Rats!" Janet replied inelegantly.
Before Phyllis could stop her, she had slipped out of bed and wascreeping softly to the window. Phyllis was too frightened to speak. Themoan came again, and this time a white arm waved through the open door.Phyllis put her head under the covers and did not see what followed.
Janet crept closer. She was conscious of the pounding of her heart, butshe was not afraid. Instead, she rather enjoyed the possibility ofcatching a real ghost.
She watched the window for a minute and then, acting on a suddenimpulse, she walked to the door. She put her ear to the keyhole, and, asshe had half expected, she heard a very cautious whisper.
Without waiting a minute she caught the handle of the door and opened itsuddenly.
Two kimonoed figures fell into the room. The noise was so loud thatPhyllis felt no ghost could have been responsible for it, and sheuncovered her head.
She saw, by the silver moonlight that was pouring in through the window,the prostrate forms of Prue and Ann, and she heard Janet say,
"Come in, won't you? If you are looking for Glad, she is out on thebalcony."
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