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Oh, yes, for months and months, said Hester. I did not know, she added, that it was such a common thing to cry. I never used to.
Ah, you have had other trouble, poor child, glancing at her deep mourning frock.
Yes, it is since then I have cried so often. Please, I would rather not speak about it.
Quite right, my love, quite right, said Miss Agnes in a much brisker tone than her sister. We will turn the conversation now to something inspiriting. Jane is quite right, there are plenty of tears in the world; but there is also a great deal of sunshine and heaps of laughter, merry laughter the laughter of youth, my child. Now, I dare say, though you have begun your journey so sadly, that you are really bound on quite a pleasant little expedition. For instance, you are going to visit a kind aunt, or some one else who will give you a delightful welcome.
No, said Hester, I am not. I am going to a dreadful place, and the thought of that, and parting from little Nan, are the reasons why I cried. I am going to prison I am, indeed.
Oh, my dear love! exclaimed both the little old ladies in a breath. Then Miss Agnes continued: You have really taken Janes breath away quite. Yes, Jane, I see that you are in for an attack of palpitation. Never mind her, dear, she palpitates very easily; but I think you must be mistaken, my love, in mentioning such an appalling word as prison. Yes, now I come to think of it, it is absolutely certain that you must be mistaken; for if you were going to such a terrible place of punishment you would be under the charge of a policeman. You are given to strong language, dear, like other young folk.
Well, I call it prison, continued Hester, who was rather flattered by all this bustle and Miss Janes agitation; it has a dreadful sound, hasnt it? I call it prison, but father says I am going to school you cant wonder that I am crying, can you? Oh! what is the matter?
For the two little old ladies jumped up at this juncture, and gave Hetty a kiss apiece on her soft young lips.
My darling, they both exclaimed. We are so relieved and delighted! your strong language startled us, and school is anything but what you imagine, dear. Ah, Jane! can you ever forget our happy days at school?
Miss Jane sighed and rolled up her eyes, and then the two commenced a vigorous catechising of the little girl. Really, Hester could not help feeling almost sunshiny before that long journey came to an end, for she and the Misses Bruce made some delightful discoveries. The little old ladies very quickly found out that they lived close to the school where Hetty was to spend the next few months. They knew Mrs Willis well they knew the delightful rambling, old-fashioned house where Hester was to live they even knew two or three of the scholars: and they said so often to the little girl that
she was going into a life of clover positive clover that she began to smile, and even partly to believe them.
I am glad I shall be near you, at least, she said at last, with a frank sweet smile, for she had greatly taken to her kind fellow-travellers.
Yes, my dear, exclaimed Miss Jane. We attend the same church, and I shall look out for you on Sunday, and, she continued, glancing first at her sister and then addressing Hester, perhaps Mrs Willis will allow you to visit us occasionally.
Ill come to-morrow, if you like, said Hester.
Well, dear, well that must be as Mrs Willis thinks best. Ah, here we are at Sefton at last. We shall look out for you in church on Sunday, my love.
Chapter Three At Lavender House
But during the drive of two and a half miles from Sefton to Lavender House, Hester once more began to feel anxious and troubled. The Misses Bruce had gone off with some other passengers in a little omnibus to their small villa in the town, but Lavender House was some distance off, and the little omnibus never went so far.
An old-fashioned carriage, which the ladies told Hester belonged to Mrs Willis, had been sent to meet her, and a man whom the Misses Bruce addressed as Thomas helped to place her trunk and a small portmanteau on the roof of the vehicle. The little girl had to take her drive alone, and the rather ancient horse which drew the old carriage climbed up and down the steep roads in a most leisurely fashion. It was a cold winters day, and by the time Thomas had executed some commissions in Sefton, and had reached the gates of the avenue which led to Lavender House, it was very nearly dark. Hester trembled at the darkness, and when the gates were shut behind them by a rosy-faced urchin of ten, she once more began to feel the cruel and desolate idea that she was going to prison.
They drove slowly down a long and winding avenue, and, although Hester could not see, she knew they must be passing under trees, for several times their branches made a noise against the roof of the carriage. At last they came to a standstill. The old servant scrambled slowly down from his seat on the box, and, opening the carriage-door, held out his hand to help the little stranger to alight.