To her, natural disposition and practice made the task easy; for her
pupil, it was arduous beyond her worst expectation. Her reputation
was established; the wall she had erected between herself and her
associates, was not to be undermined or scaled in a day. Her overtures
of familiarity and service was unskilfully made; her very timidity
construed into labored condescension. "It is a hopeless endeavor--they
will never care for me!" said she, despondingly--once and again, and
Carry still predicted--"Love will win love. Persevere!" The birth
and growth of their attachment was remarkable. Dissimilar in mind;
made more so in manner, by education and circumstances, there existed
from the earliest stage of their friendship, perfect confidence in
each other's affection. Carry had an infallible perception of genuine
worth, hidden though it might be; and Ida clung drowningly to this last
anchor--the sole tie that connected her with her race. Like most deep
feelings, its current was noiseless. They were much together;--that
was not strange, since their studies were the same. They had separate
compartments of one desk; and none marked how often one book was conned
by both; brown and fair curls mingling; and hands clasped in mute
tenderness. Still less did they dream of the miraculous confluence of
the sun-bright stream with the turbid torrent, and the wondrous music
of their flow.
They were sitting thus one forenoon, when an assistant teacher drew
near, and inquired if there were a vacant seat in their vicinity.
"A new scholar!" buzzed from fifty tongues; and the eyes of our two
students strayed with the rest, to the door.
"Miss Pratt, young ladies!" introduced Mr. Purcell.
The girls arose, in conformance with their custom of reception, and
bowed to the figure that followed him into the room. She was short
and fat--"dumpy," in vulgar parlance; and so homely, as to countenance
Ellen Morris' report to another department--"that the farmers in the
neighborhood where she was 'riz,' had forwarded a petition, beseeching
her to return, their corn having suffered greatly from the depredations
of the crows since her departure; a thing unheard of, previously, in
that part of the country." Her eyes were small and grey; her nose
a ruddy "snub;" her lips curiously puckered up; and her skin might
have owed its dappled red to the drippings of the carroty frizette
overshadowing it. Her dress was showy and outre; a rainbow silk
trebly-flounced; an embroidered lace cape; white kid gloves; a gold
cable of startling dimensions; two bracelets of corresponding size, and
different patterns; a brooch that matched neither, and out-glittered
both; while blue, green, and red stones, with heavy settings, loaded
the thick fingers to the knuckles.
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