Dorothy Daintys Gay Times | Page 6

softly. Katie and Jeanette were talking with Dorothy, and paying little heed to the small boy who walked between them.
"I thought your cousin was coming to school this morning," said Dorothy.
"She's coming the first of next week," said Jeanette.
"And what is her name?" asked Katie.
They were close to a fine large puddle now, and Reginald with a hop landed both feet in the middle of it.
"Why, Reginald Merton Dean! You naughty boy!" said Katie; "just look at my new shoes! See the dirty water you've splashed on Jeanette's dress!"
"And look at the puddle," exclaimed Reginald, "I didn't spoil the puddle; it looks just same's it did before I jumped in it."
Katie forgot that her question had not been answered, but Jeanette remembered it.
"You asked what my cousin's name is," said Jeanette; "her name is Lola Blessington."
"Is she a peacemaker?" asked Reginald, who still remembered the morning's verse. "Well,--no, I mean not exactly," said Nina, who hastened to reply before Jeanette could do so.
"What's she like?" asked Reginald.
"Oh, you'll know when you see her," said Jeanette.
"And we shall see her next week," Katie said.
The sunny days slipped by, and nothing unusual happened at the little school.
In that first week the other pupils learned that there was but one way to get on peaceably with Arabella.
At first they followed Dorothy's example, and urged Arabella to join them in their games, but games which they chose never pleased her, and when Friday came, Reginald spoke his mind. They were walking home from school, and Arabella, as usual, had turned from her playmates, preferring to go home alone.
Reginald looked after her frowning.
"She's just an old fussbudget!" he said.
"Oh, hush!" said Katie, "don't you know that we all promised Dorothy we'd be kind to Arabella?"
"Well, I didn't say it to her," said Reginald, "but I'd like to."
"Now, Reginald," said Katie, "you know mamma said that you were always to be a gentleman, and that you must be 'specially polite and gentle if you were to be in a class of girls."
"Well, what did I do?" he asked with wide open eyes. "I haven't touched Arabella; if she'd been a boy I would have shaken her this morning, when she sneered and called me a pretty boy. Boys aren't ever pretty; only girls are pretty, and any boy would hate Arabella for saying it."
They tried not to laugh, but the handsome little fellow was so angry, and all because Arabella had called him pretty. Reginald, who never could be angry long, joined in the general laugh which could not be controlled.
Early Monday morning Dorothy and Nancy were skipping along the avenue on their way to school.
Every day of the first week had been sunny, and here was Monday with the bright blue sky overhead, and the little sunbeams dancing on the road.
"We had every lesson perfect last week," said Dorothy, "and I mean to get 'perfect' this week, too."
"So do I," said Nancy, "and I can, if Arabella doesn't make me do half her examples!"
"I don't think she ought to," Dorothy said.
"She doesn't really ask me to," said Nancy, "but it's almost the same. She says she can't do them, and says she could if some one was kind enough to just show her how. Then I can't seem to be unkind, and the minute I say I'll help her, she pushes her slate and pencil towards me. 'You can do 'em easier than I can,' she says, and instead of helping her, I do them all."
"Does Aunt Charlotte like to have you?" asked Dorothy.
"I don't know; I haven't told her about it yet. I don't want to be a telltale," Nancy said.
"Of course you don't," agreed Dorothy, "but you know Aunt Charlotte says that we are to be independent, and Arabella's anything but independent when she doesn't do her examples herself. It's puzzling, though; mamma says we mustn't notice her queer ways, and that we must be kind to her, and it doesn't seem kind to refuse to help her with her lessons."
"Wait for us!" called a merry voice, and turning, they saw Nina and Jeanette running toward them. A third girl clasped their hands, and Dorothy knew that she must be their cousin, Lola Blessington.
She was very pretty, and she seemed so friendly that Dorothy was really glad that she was to join the class, and Nancy was quite as pleased. It was early for school, and Nina proposed that they sit on the wall, and wait for Katie and Reginald.
They seated themselves upon the stone wall, and like a row of sparrows, they chattered gaily.
Lola seemed full of fun, and she told of some fine games which she had played at the school where she had been a pupil, and they were all very glad that she was to be a member of