The Dramatic ClubWhile Jack was hopping gayly about on his crutches, poor Jill wasfeeling the effects of her second fall, and instead of sitting up, asshe hoped to do after six weeks of rest, she was ordered to lie on aboard for two hours each day. Not an easy penance, by any means,for the board was very hard, and she could do nothing while shelay there, as it did not slope enough to permit her to read withoutgreat fatigue of both eyes and hands. So the little martyr spent herfirst hour of trial in sobbing, the second in singing, for just as hermother and Mrs. Minot were deciding in despair that neither shenor they could bear it, Jill suddenly broke out into a merry chorusshe used to hear her father sing:
"Faut jouer le mirliton,Faut jouer le mirlitir,Faut jouer le mirliter,Mir--li--ton."The sound of the brave little voice was very comforting to the twomothers hovering about her, and Jack said, with a look of mingledpity and admiration, as he brandished his crutch over theimaginary foes,"That's right! Sing away, and we'll play you are an Indian captivebeing tormented by your enemies, and too proud to complain. I'llwatch the clock, and the minute time is up I'll rush in and rescueyou."Jill laughed, but the fancy pleased her, and she straightened herselfout under the gay afghan, while she sang, in a plaintive voice,another little French song her father taught her:
"J'avais une colombe blanche,J'avais un blanc petit pigeon,Tous deu~ volaient, do branche en branche,Jusqu'au falte de mon don geon:
Mais comme un coup do vent d'automne,S'est abattu Za, I'éper-vier,Ft ma colombe si mignonneNe revient plus au colombier.""My poor Jean had a fine voice, and always hoped the child wouldtake after him. It would break his heart to see her lying there tryingto cheer her pain with the songs he used to sing her to sleep with,"said Mrs. Pecq, sadly.
"She really has a great deal of talent, and when she is able sheshall have some lessons, for music is a comfort and a pleasure,sick or well," answered Mrs. Minot, who had often admired thefresh voice, with its pretty accent.
Here Jill began the Canadian boat-song, with great vigor, as ifbound to play her part of Indian victim with spirit, and not disgraceherself by any more crying. All knew the air, and joined in,especially Jack, who came out strong on the "Row, brothers, row,"but ended in a squeak on a high note, so drolly, that the rest brokedown. So the hour that began with tears ended with music andlaughter, and a new pleasure to think of for the future.
After that day Jill exerted all her fortitude, for she liked to have theboys call her brave and admire the cheerful way in which sheendured two hours of discomfort. She found she could use herzither as it lay upon her breast, and every day the pretty musicbegan at a certain hour, and all in the house soon learned to loveand listen for it. Even the old cook set open her kitchen door,saying pitifully, "Poor darlint, hear how purty she's singin', wid thepain, on that crewel boord. It's a little saint, she is. May her bedabove be aisy!"Frank would lift her gently on and off, with a kind word thatcomforted her immensely, and gentle Ed would come and teachher new bits of music, while the other fellows were frolickingbelow. Ralph added his share to her amusement, for he asked leaveto model her head in clay, and set up his work in a corner, Corningto pat, scrape, and mould whenever he had a spare minute,amusing her by his lively chat, and showing her how to shapebirds, rabbits, and queer faces in the soft clay, when the songswere all sung and her fingers tired of the zither.
The girls sympathized very heartily with her new trial, and broughtall manner of gifts to cheer her captivity. Merry and Molly made agay screen by pasting pictures on the black cambric which coveredthe folding frame that stood before her to keep the draughts fromher as she lay on her board. Bright birds and flowers, figures andanimals, covered one side, and on the other they put mottoes, bitsof poetry, anecdotes, and short stories, so that Jill could lie andlook or read without the trouble of holding a book. It was not alldone at once, but grew slowly, and was a source of instruction aswell as amusement to them all, as they read carefully, that theymight make good Selections.
But the thing that pleased Jill most was something Jack did, for hegave up going to school, and stayed at home nearly a fortnightafter he might have gone, all for her sake. The day the doctor saidhe might try it if he would be very careful, he was in great spirits,and limped about, looking up his books, and planning how hewould astonish his mates by the rapidity of his recovery. When hesat down to rest he remembered Jill, who had been lying quietlybehind the screen, while he talked with his mother, busy puttingfresh covers on the books.
"She is so still, I guess she is asleep," thought Jack, peeping roundthe corner.
No, not asleep, but lying with her eyes fixed on the sunny window,beyond which the bright winter world sparkled after a freshsnow-fall. The jingle of sleigh-bells could be heard, the laughter ofboys and girls on their way to school, all the pleasant stir of a newday of happy work and play for the rest of the world, more lonely,quiet, and wearisome than ever to her since her friend andfellow-prisoner was set free and going to leave her.
Jack understood that patient, wistful look, and, without a word,went back to his seat, staring at the fire so soberly, that his motherpresently asked: "What are you thinking of so busily, with thatpucker in your forehead?""I've about made up my mind that I won't go to school just yet,"answered Jack, slowly lifting his head, for it cost him something togive up the long-expected pleasure.
"Why not?" and Mrs. Minot looked much surprised, till Jackpointed to the screen, and, making a sad face to express Jill'sanguish, answered in a cheerful tone, 'Well, I'm not sure that it isbest. Doctor did not want me to go, but said I might because Iteased. I shall be sure to come to grief, and then everyone will say,'I told you so,' and that is so provoking. I'd rather keep still a weeklonger. Hadn't I better?"His mother smiled and nodded as she said, sewing away atmuch-abused old Caesar, as if she loved him, "Do as you thinkbest, dear. I always want you at home, but I don't wonder you arerather tired of it after this long confinement.""I say, Jill, should I be in your way if I didn't go to school till thefirst of February?" called Jack, laughing to himself at the absurdityof the question.
"Not much!" answered a glad voice from behind the screen, and heknew the sorrowful eyes were shining with delight, though hecould not see them.
"Well, I guess I may as well, and get quite firm on my legs before Istart. Another week or so will bring me up if I study hard, so I shallnot lose my time. I'll tackle my Latin as soon as it's ready, mother."Jack got a hearty kiss with the neatly covered book, and Mammaloved him for the little sacrifice more than if he had won a prize atschool. He did get a reward, for, in five minutes from the time hedecided, Jill was singing like a bobolink, and such a medley ofmerry music came from behind the screen, that it was a regularmorning concert. She did not know then that he stayed for hersake, but she found it out soon after, and when the time came didas much for him, as we shall see.
It proved a wise decision, for the last part of January was sostormy Jack could not have gone half the time. So, while the snowdrifted, and bitter winds raged, he sat snugly at home amusing Jill,and getting on bravely with his lessons, for Frank took great painswith him to show his approbation of the little kindness, and,somehow, the memory of it seemed to make even the detestedLatin easier.
With February fair weather set in, and Jack marched happily awayto school, with Jill's new mittens on his hands, Mamma noddingfrom the door-step, and Frank ready to give him a lift on the newsled, if the way proved too long or too rough.
"I shall not have time to miss him now, for we are to be very busygetting ready for the Twenty-second. The Dramatic Club meetsto-night, and would like to come here, if they may, so 1 can help?"said Jill, as Mrs. Minot came up, expecting to find her rather lowin her mind.
"Certainly; and I have a basket of old finery I looked up for theclub when I was rummaging out bits of silk for your blue quilt,"answered the good lady, who had set up a new employment tobeguile the hours of Jack's absence.
When the girls arrived, that evening, they found Mrs. Chairwomansurrounded by a strew of theatrical properties, enjoying herselfvery much. All brought such contributions as they could muster,and all were eager about a certain tableau which was to be the gemof the whole, they thought. Jill, of course, was not expected to takeany part, but her taste was good, so all consulted her as theyshowed their old silks, laces, and flowers, asking who should bethis, and who that. All wanted to be the "Sleeping Beauty," for thatwas the chosen scene, with the slumbering court about theprincess, and the prince in the act of awakening her. Jack was to bethe hero, brave in his mother's velvet cape, red boots, and a realsword, while the other boys were to have parts of more or lesssplendor.
"Mabel should be the Beauty, because her hair is so lovely," saidJuliet, who was quite satisfied with her own part of the Queen.
"No, Merry ought to have it, as she is the prettiest, and has thatsplendid veil to wear," answered Molly, who was to be the maid ofhonor, cuffing the little page, Boo.
"I don't care a bit, but my feather would be fine for the Princess,and I don't know as Emma would like to have me lend it to anyoneelse," said Annette, waving a long white plume over her head, withgirlish delight in its grace.
"I should think the white silk dress, the veil, and the feather oughtto go together, with the scarlet crape shawl and these pearls. Thatwould be sweet, and just what princess............