"will the young gentleman or lady who built the snow-woman that stood on the school grounds yesterday morning go at once to my office?"
dr. caton's tone was very even; he might have been asking the owner of some lost article to step up and claim it, but each word cut like a sharp-edged knife deep into poor jerry travis' heart.
she sat in the sixth row; that meant that, to reach that distant door, she must face almost the entire school! her eyes were downcast and her lips were pressed together in a thin, bluish line. she heard a low murmur from every side. above it her steps seemed to fall in a heavy, echoing thud.
not one of the ravens dared look at poor jerry; each wondered at her courage, each felt in her own heart that had the unlucky slip fallen to her lot she could never have done as well as jerry had----
then, instinctively, curious eyes sought for ginny cox--ginny, who had been unjustly accused by her schoolmates. but ginny at that moment was huddled in her bed under warm blankets with a hot-water-bag at her feet and an ice-bag on her head, her worried mother fluttering over her with a clinical thermometer in one hand and a castor-oil bottle in the other, wishing she could diagnose ginny's queer symptoms and wondering if she had not ought to call in the doctor!
jerry had had a bad night, too. at home, in her room, gyp's eloquent arguments had seemed to lose some of their force. jerry persisted in seeing complications in the course that had fallen to her lot.
"it's acting a lie," she protested.
"the cause justifies that," cried gyp, sweepingly. "anyway, i don't believe dr. caton will be half as hard on you as he would have been on ginny cox. it's your first offence and you can act real sorry."
"how can i act real sorry when i haven't done anything?" wailed jerry.
"you'll have to--you must pretend. the harder it is the nobler your sacrifice will be. and some day everyone will know what you did for the honor of the school and future generations will----"
"and i was trying so hard for the lincoln award!" real tears sprang to jerry's eyes.
"oh, you can work harder than ever and win it in spite of this," comforted gyp, who truly believed jerry could do anything.
"and i can't play on the hockey team in the inter-class match this week!"
"of course it's hard, jerry." gyp did not want to listen to much more--her own conviction might weaken. "but nothing matters except the match with south high. that's why you're doing it! now if you want to just back out and bring shame upon the ravens as well as dishonor to the school--all right! only--i've told ginny."
"i'll do it," answered jerry, falteringly. but long after gyp had gone off into dreamless slumber she lay, wide-eyed, trying to picture this sudden and unpleasant experience that confronted her. her whole life up to that moment when, in mr. john's automobile, she had whirled around her mountain, bound for a world of dreams, had been so simple, so entirely free from any tangles that could not be straightened out, in a moment, by "sweetheart" that her bewilderment, now, made her lonely and homesick for sunnyside and her mother's counsel. the glamour of her new life, happy though it was, lifted as a curtain might lift, and revealed, in the eerie darkness of the night, startling contrasts--the rush and thronging of the city life against the peaceful quiet of jerry's mountain. it was so easy, back there, jerry thought, to just know at once, what was right and what was wrong; there were no uncertain demands upon one's loyalty to the little old school in the notch--one had only to learn one's lesson and that was all; even in her play back there there had not been any of the fierce joy of competition she had learned at highacres!
and mother, with wonderful wisdom, had brought her so close to god and had taught her to understand his love and his anger. jerry dug her face deep into her pillow. wouldn't god forgive a lie that was for the honor of the school? wouldn't he know how ginny was needed as forward on the lincoln team? it was a perplexing thought. jerry told herself, with a sense of shame, that she had really not thought much about god since she had come to the westleys. she had gone each sunday with the others to the great, dim, vaulted church, but she had thought about the artists who had designed the beautiful colored saints in the windows and about the pealing music of the organ and not about god or what the minister was saying. back home she had always, in church, sat between her mother and the little window where through the giant pines she could see a stretch of blue sky broken by a misty mountain-top; when one could see that and smell the pine and hear, above the drone of the preacher's voice, the clear note of a bird, one could feel very close to the god who had made this wonderful, beautiful world and had put that sweet note in the throat of a little winging creature.
then gyp's words taunted her. "you can back out--if you want to!" oh, no--she would not do that--now; she would not be a coward, she would see it through; she would measure up to the challenge, let it cost what it might she would hold the honor of the school--her school (she said it softly) above all else!
jerry had never been severely punished in her life; as she sat very quietly in dr. caton's office waiting for assembly to end she wondered, with a quickening curiosity, what it would seem like. anyway, nothing could be worse than having to walk out of the room before all those staring boys and girls.
but jerry found that something was! barbara lee came into the room, looking surprised, disappointed and unhappy.
"jerry," she exclaimed, "i can't believe it."
jerry wanted to cry out the truth--it wasn't fair. miss lee sat down next to her.
"if you had to make fun of someone, why didn't you pick out me--anyone but poor little miss gray! i think that if you knew how unhappy and--and drab poor miss gray's life has been, how for years she had to pinch and save and deny herself all the little pleasures of life in order to care for her mother who was a helpless invalid, you'd be sorry you had in the smallest measure added any to her unhappiness."
"i wouldn't hurt her feelings for the world," burst out jerry. did she not know more about poor little miss gray than did even barbara lee?
"then why----" but at this dangerous moment dr. caton walked into the room.
jerry's sentence was very simple. she listened with downcast eyes. she was to lose all school privileges for a week; during that time she must occupy a desk in the office, she must eat her lunch alone at this desk, she must not share in any of the school activities until the end of suspension. she must apologize to miss gray.
in jerry's punishment there was an element of novelty that softened its sting. it was very easy to apologize to miss gray, partly because she was really innocent and partly because a fresh bunch of violets adorned miss gray's desk toward which jerry had contributed thirty-four cents. then a message from the ravens was spirited to her.
you're wonderful! we're proud of you. keep up your nerve. blessed is the lot of the martyr when for honor he has suffered.
the ravens.
p. s. coming out of history i heard dana king say to another boy that he didn't believe you did it at all--that you are shielding some one else!
your adoring gyp.
too, jerry found the office a most interesting place. no one glanced toward her corner and she could quietly watch everything that happened. and on the second day uncle johnny "happened"--in a breezy fashion, coming over and pinching her cheek. uncle johnny did not know of her disgrace; by tacit agreement not a word of it had been breathed at home. dr. caton, annoyed and disapproving, crisply intimated why jerry was there. uncle johnny tried to make his lips look serious but his eyes danced. over dr. caton's bald head he winked at jerry.
uncle johnny had come to highacres to talk over some plans for an enclosed hockey rink. for various reasons, of which he was utterly unconscious, he was enjoying "mixing" school interests with the demands of his business. he lingered for half an hour in the office, talking, while jerry watched the back of his brown head and broad shoulders. before leaving he walked over to her corner.
"my dear child," he began in a severe tone. he leaned over jerry so that dr. caton could not hear what he said. a trustee had privileges!
"i wouldn't give a cent for a colt that never kicked over the traces!" which, if jerry had really been guilty of any offence, would have been very demoralizing. but she was not and she watched uncle johnny go out of the room with a look of adoration in her eyes.
a sense of reward came to jerry, too, when ginny cox returned to school. having fully recovered from the funk that had laid her, shivering and feverish, in bed, that first day she came back in gayer spirits than ever, declaring to many that she thought miss gray a "pill" to make such a fuss over just a little joke and, to a few, that it was fine in jerry to shoulder the blame so that she might play in the game against south high. but her gaiety covered the first real embarrassment she had ever suffered, for ginny, who had always, because of her peculiar charm, coming from a sense of humor, a hail-fellow spirit, an invariable geniality and an amazing facility in all athletics, exacted a slavish devotion from her schoolmates, and was accustomed to dispense favors among them, hated now to accept, even from jerry, a very, very great one! and jerry sensed the humility that this embarrassment called into being.
ginny waylaid jerry going home from school. jerry was carefully living up to the terms of her "sentence"; each day, directly after the close of school, she walked home alone.
"jerry, i--i haven't had a chance to tell you--oh, what a peach you are," ginny's words came awkwardly; she knew that they did not in any way express what she ought to be saying.
jerry did not want ginny's gratitude. she answered honestly: "i didn't want to do it. i had to--i drew the unlucky slip, you see. and you were needed on the team."
"it's all so mixed up and not a bit right. can i walk along with you? who'd ever have thought that just building that silly snow-woman would have made all this fuss!"
"dr. caton says thoughtlessness always breeds inconsiderateness and inconsiderateness develops selfishness, selfishness undermines good fellowship and good fellowship is the foundation of the spirit of lincoln," quoted jerry in a voice so exactly like dr. caton's that both girls laughed.
"he's dead right," answered ginny, with her characteristic bluntness. "i just wanted to amuse the others and make them think i was awfully clever and that was plain outright conceit and selfishness. i guess that's the way i do most things. well, i've learned a lesson. and there isn't anything i wouldn't do for you, jerry travis. if i don't play better basketball friday night than i ever have in my life, well, you can walk all over me like dirt." there was a humble ring in ginny's voice that had surely never sounded there before!
but the hard part of jerry's punishment came when the others, without her, trooped off to the game against south high, the blue and gold colors of lincoln tied on their arms. it promised to be the most exciting game of the season; if lincoln could defeat south high it would win the interschool cup.
there had, alas, to be practiced a little more deception to explain why jerry remained at home. gyp had announced that jerry had a headache and mrs. westley had been much concerned--jerry, who never had an ache or a pain! she had gone to jerry's room, had tucked her in bed and had sat by the side of the bed gently smoothing jerry's guilty forehead.
"when i get through this i'll never, never tell a lie for anybody or anything," vowed jerry in her heart, as she writhed under the loving touch.
two hours later gyp tiptoed to her door, opened it softly and peeped in. jerry, expecting her, sat bolt upright. gyp bounded to the exact centre of the bed.
"we won! we won! but, oh, jerry, it was a squeak! honest to goodness, my heart isn't beating right yet. tied, jerry--at the half. then muff bowling on the south high made two spliffy baskets--they were great, even if she made 'em! our girls acted as though they were just dummies, but didn't they wake up? you should have seen their passing then. why, honest, midge fielding was everywhere! caught a high ball and passed it under--before you could wink! and, oh, ginny--she was possessed. she could make that basket anywhere. and, listen, jerry, with only two minutes more to play if they didn't make another and then ginny fell--flat, jerry, with the south high guard right on her chest and her wrist doubled under her--and she got up like a flash and her face was as white as that sheet--and she made a basket! and we won!" and gyp, drawing a long, exultant breath, dropped her chin on her knees.
"did--did they all cheer, then, for ginny?"
"i should say so." with a long yawn gyp uncurled her legs. "i'm dead. i'm going to bed." she turned toward the door. "oh, say, i most forgot. ginny told me to tell you that the reason she played the way she did to-night was 'cause she kept thinking of you and what you'd done for her and she wanted to prove that she was worth it. ginny is a good sort, isn't she?"
