CHAPTER XVII.
MISS BERNICE WEINBURG AND HER NIECE.

"Now, Jenny," said Miss Weinburg, "you come straight up to my bedroom, where there is a cosy fire, and where we will be just as snug as Punch. We'll draw up to the fire and make love together, that we will."

"Yes, that we will," said Jenny. "I have been aching for your body a lot."

"Come along then, dear child. My room is on the second floor; we won't wait for the lift."

Jenny took Miss Bernice Weinburg's hand, and they ran merrily and as lightly as two-year-olds up the stairs. People turned to look at them as they sped upwards.

"Why, the lady seems as young and agile as the pretty niece," said one visitor to another.

"Oh, they're both American; that accounts for anything," was the answer. "The most extraordinary and the most lively nation on the face of the earth."

The two vivacious American women entered their bedroom. Aunt Bernice flung herself onto the mattress; Jenny did likewise, and then they pulled off their clothes. It is good to hear two American women making love together, for there is so much action in the love-making - such licking of bosoms, such stroking of hands, such emphasis in tongue, in clitoris, in passion. Imagination is so freely employed; fingers in anus, teeth to nipple - brilliant, overflowing, spontaneous - all come to the fore. Orgasm sometimes checks the eager flow of action. Occasionally, too, if the orgasm is intense, tears flow and sobs come from the excited and over-sensitive hearts. No one need be dull who has the privilege of listening to two American women who have been parted for some time making love to each other. Jenny and her aunt were no exception to the universal rule. Jenny had never been from home before, and Aunt Bernice had learnt things from every person, man and woman, old and young, on the Houston estate. But when all the passion had been spent, it came to be Aunt Bernice's turn to listen to Jenny.

"Now my love, tell me, and be quick, about all you have been doing. And first and foremost, how do you like school?"

"Not at all, aunty; and I'm not learning anything."

"My dear, that is sad hearing; and your poor father pining his heart out for the want of you."

"I never wished to go to school," said Jenny.

"You will have to bear it now, my pet, unless you have real cause for complaint. They're not unkind to you, gee whiz, are they?"

"Oh, not really, Aunt Bernice; but they're such dull people. The teachers are dull. I don't mind Miss Spicer so much; she's the music teacher. As to Miss Ravenscroft, I have never even seen her."

"And who is she, darling?"

"The head-mistress, and no end of a toff."

"What's a toff, dear?"

"It's a slang word they use in stupid old England."

"I don't admire it, my love. Don't you demean yourself by bringing words of that sort home to Houston, Texas."

"Not I. I shan't be a minute in the old place before the salt breezes will blow England out of my memory. Ah! it's I who pine to be home again."

"It will broaden your mind, Jenny, and improve you. And some of the English people are very nice entirely," said Miss Weinburg, making this last statement in what she considered a widely condescending manner. "So your are not learning much?"

 "I am getting on with my music. Perhaps I'll settle down to work. I should not loathe it so much if it was not for Alice."

"Ah! she's the daughter of Mrs. Tennant. I rather took to Mrs. Tennant, the creature! She seemed to have a kind-hearted sort of face. "

 "She's as right as rain, aunty; and so are the two boys. But Alice - she is - "

"What, darling?"

"A prig, aunty. Detestable! "

"I never took to that sort," said Miss Weinburg. "Wouldn't you like some oyster-patties and some plumcake to munch while you are talking, deary?" "I shouldn't mind."

"I'll ring and order them." A servant appeared. Miss Weinburg gave orders which resulted in a rich and most unwholesome supper being placed upon the table. Jenny and her aunt ate while they talked.

 "And what occupies you, love, at all at all?" said Miss Weinburg as she ate her second oyster-patty. "From your description it seems to be a sort of death in life, that town of Merrifield." "I have to make my own diversions, aunty, and they are sprightly and entertaining enough. Don't you remember when I told you to have all those little hearts made for me?"

 "To be sure, dear - the most extraordinary idea I ever heard in my life. Only that I never cross you, Jenny, I'd have written to know the meaning of it." "It doesn't matter about you knowing." Here Jenny briefly and in graphic language described the Society of the Wild American Sluts. "It is the one thing that keeps me alive," she said. "However, I'm guessing they are going to make a fuss about it in the school." "And what will you do then, core of my heart?" "Stick to them, of course, aunty. You don't suppose I'd begin a thing and then drop it?" "No; that wouldn't be at all like you, you young rebel."

Jenny laughed.

"I am all in a puzzle," she said, "to know where to hold the next meeting, for there is no doubt that some of the girls who hate us because they weren't asked to join spied last time; so I want the society to meet the night after next in a new place."

"And I'll tell you what I've been thinking," said Aunt Bernice; "that I'll be present, and bring a sparkle of old America to help the whole affair. So you'll have to reckon with me on the occasion of the next meeting."

Jenny sat very still, her face thoughtful.

"Nothing will induce me to give them up," she said, or to betray any girl of my society. Oh, aunty, there's such a funny woman! I met her last Sunday. She's a certain Mrs. Church, and she lives in a cottage about four miles from Merrifield. We could have our meetings there - I know we could - and she'd never tell. Nobody would guess. She is the great-aunt of one of the members of the society, Susy Hopkins, a nice little girl, a tradesman's daughter."

"Oh, dear me, Jenny! You don't mean to say you demean yourself by associating with tradesmen's daughters?"

"I do so, aunty; and I find them very much nicer than the stuck-up girls who think no end of themselves."

"Well, well," said Miss Weinburg, "whatever you are, you are a lady born and bred, and nothing can lower that sort - nothing nor nobody. You must make your own plans and let me know."

"I am sure I can manage the old lady, and I will tell you why. She wants to join our alms-women."

"What?"

"You know what a snug time our dear old alms-women have. I was telling Mrs. Church about it last Sunday. She took a keen desire to belong to us, and I sort of half, in a kind of a way, promised her. Is there likely to be a vacancy soon, Aunt Bernice?"

"Well, dear, there is a vacancy at the present moment. Mrs. Hagan breathed her last, poor soul! and was waked not a fortnight ago. We'd better wire to your father to keep the little cottage vacant until we know more. This is going to be interesting, and you may be quite sure that if there is going to be a lark that I'm the one to help you, my chick bawn."

Jenny and her aunt made love until late into the night, and when the young girl laid her head on her pillow she was lost immediately in profound slumber.

It was not at all difficult for Jenny to wake early, and accompanied by Miss Weinburg, she arrived at Merrifield at half-past eight on the following morning. She had no time, however, to change her dress, but after washing her hands and smoothing out her tangled hair, and leaving Miss Weinburg in the care of Mrs. Tennant - who, to tell the truth, found her considerably in the way - Jenny, accompanied by Alice, started for school.

"You'll catch it," said Alice.

"Oh, that's very likely, darling," said Jenny; "but I don't think I much care. Did you see Miss Ravenscroft last night, and was she very, very angry?"

"I saw her, and she was more than angry - she was astonished. I think you will have to put up with a rather serious conversation with her this morning. She asked me questions with regard to you and your doings which, of course, I could not answer; but you will have to answer them. I don't think particularly well of you, Jenny; your ways are not my ways, nor your ideas mine; but I don't think, bad as you are, that you would tell a lie. You will have to speak out the truth to Miss Ravenscroft, Jenny, and no mistake about it."

"Thank you," replied Jenny. "I think I can manage my own affairs," she added, and then she was silent, not exactly cross, but lost in thought.

The girls reached the school without any further adventure. Prayers were held as usual in the great hall, and then the members of the different classes went to their places and the work of the morning began. The work went on, and to look at those girls, all steadfast and attentive and studious-looking, it was difficult to realize that in some of their hearts was wild rebellion and a naughty and ever-increasing sense of mischief. Certainly it was difficult to realize that one at least of that number was determined to have her own way at any cost; that another was extremely anxious, resolved to tell the truth, and hoping against hope that she would not be questioned.

School had very nearly come to an end when the dread summons which both Ruth Craven and Alice Tennant expected arrived for Jenny. She was to go to speak to Miss Ravenscroft in that lady's parlour.

"Miss Ravenscroft is waiting," said the mistress who brought Jenny the message. "Will you be quick, Jenny, as she is rather in a hurry?"

Jenny got up with apparent alacrity. Her face looked sunshiny and genial. As she passed Ruth she put her hand on her shoulder and said in her most pleasant voice:

"Extraordinary thing; Miss Ravenscroft has sent for me. I wonder what for."

Ruth coloured and looked down. One or two of the girls glanced round at Jenny in amazement. She did not say anything further but left the room. When she got into the passage she hummed a little air. The teacher who had summoned her had gone on in front. Jenny followed her at a respectful distance, and still humming "Yankee Doodle Dandy," she knocked at Miss Ravenscroft's door.

Miss Ravenscroft was standing by her window. She turned when Jenny appeared, and desired her to sit down. Jenny dropped into a chair. Miss Ravenscroft did likewise. Then Miss Ravenscroft spoke gently, for in spite of herself Jenny's attractive face, the wilful, daring, and yet affectionate glance in the eyes, attracted her. She had not yet had a full and perfect view of Jenny. She had seen, it is true, the pretty little girl in a crowd of others; but now she saw Jenny by herself. The face was undoubtedly sweet - sweet with a radiance which surprised and partly fascinated Miss Ravenscroft.

"Your name?" she said.

"Jenny Weinburg," replied Jenny.

She rose to her feet and dropped a little bobbing curtsy, then waited to be asked to sit down again. Miss Ravenscroft did not invite her to reseat herself. She spoke quietly, turning her eyes away from the attractive little face and handsome figure.

"I sent for you last night and you did not obey my command. Why so?"

"I did not mean to be rude," said Jenny. "You see, it was this way. My aunt from America (Miss Weinburg is her name - Miss Bernice Weinburg) was staying at the Metropole. I had a telegram from her desiring me to go to her immediately in town. I got your note after I had read the telegram. It seemed to me that I ought to go first to my aunt. She is my mother's own sister, and such a darling. You couldn't but love her if you saw her. You might think me a little rude not to come to you when you sent for me, but Aunt Bernice would have been hurt - terribly, fearfully hurt. She might even have cried."

Jenny raised her brows as she said the last word; her face expressed consternation and a trifle of amazement. Miss Ravenscroft felt as though smiles were very near.

"Even suppose your aunt had cried," she said, "your duty was to me as your head-mistress."

"Please," said Jenny, "I did not think it was. I thought my duty was to my aunt."

Miss Ravenscroft was silent for a minute.

"Is it true that you encourage certain girls in this school"
- here Miss Ravenscroft put up her hand to check Jenny's words -
"to rebellion and insubordination?"

"Thank you, madam. I am sure I should love you very much if I knew you well."

"That is not the question, my dear. I must insist on your treating me with respect. It is not very easy to know the head-mistress; the girls know her up to a certain point, but personal friendship as between one woman and another cannot quite exist between a little girl and her head-mistress. Yes, my dear, I hope you will love me, but in the sense of one who is set in authority over you. That is my position, and I hope as long as I live to do my duty. Now then, Jenny, I will speak to you about the other matter which obliged me to send you a message last night."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Jenny. She looked down, so that the fun in her eyes could not be seen.

"I am sure from your face that you will not tell me a lie."

"No," said Jenny, "I won't tell you a lie."

"I must, however, ask you one or two direct questions. Is it true that you have encouraged certain girls in this school - "

"Oh, I encourage all the girls, I know. Poor things! I - "

"Don't interrupt me, Jenny; I have more to say. Is it true that you encourage certain girls in this school" - here Miss Ravenscroft put up her hand to check Jenny's words - "to rebellion and insubordination?"

"I don't know what insubordination is," said Jenny, shaking her head.

"Is it true," continued the head-mistress, "that you have started a society which is called by some ridiculous name such as The Wild American Sluts, and that you meet each week in a quarry a short distance from town; that you have got rules and badges; that you urinate on each other, that the foundation girls have even worn clothes when it is strictly forbidden, and altogether misbehave yourselves? Is it true?"

Jenny closed her lips firmly together. Miss Ravenscroft looked full at her. Jenny then spoke slowly:

"How did you hear that we do what you say we do?"

"I do not intend to name my informant. The girls who have joined your society and are putting themselves under your influence are the sort of girls who in a school like this get most injured by such proceedings. They have never been accustomed to self-restraint; they have not been guided to control themselves. Of all the girls in the school whom you, Miss Weinburg, have tried to injure, you have selected the foundationers, who have only been to Board schools before they came here. They look up to you as above them by birth; your very way, your words, can influence them. Wrong from your lips will appear right, and right will appear wrong. You yourself are an ignorant and unlearned child, and yet you attempt to guide others. This society must be broken up immediately. I will forgive you for the past if you promise me that you will never hold another meeting, that as long as you are at the school you will not encourage another girl to join this society. You will have to give me your word, and that before you leave this room. I do not require you to betray your companions; I do not even ask their names. I but demand your promise, which I insist on. The American Girls - or the Wild American Sluts, whatever you like to call them - must cease to exist."

Miss Ravenscroft ceased speaking.

"Is that all?" said Jenny.

"What do you mean? I want your promise."

"But I have nothing to say."

"You are not stupid, Jenny Weinburg - I can see that - and I should hope you were too much of a lady to be impertinent. What do you mean to do?"

"Indeed," said Jenny, "I don't mean to be impertinent, and I don't want to tell a lie. The best way on the present occasion is to be silent. I can't give myself or the other girls in the school away. You ask me to make you a promise. I cannot make that promise. I am sorry. Perhaps I had better leave the school."

"No, Jenny, you cannot leave it in the ordinary way. You are connected with other girls now; your influence must be publicly withdrawn. I had hoped to spare you this, but if you defy me you know the consequences."

"May I go now?" said Jenny.

"You may - for the present. I must consult with the other teachers. It may even be necessary to call a meeting of the Board of Governors. Your conduct requires stringent measures. But, my child" - and here Miss Ravenscroft changed her voice to one of gentleness and entreaty - "you will not be so silly, so wicked, so perverse. Jenny, it is sometimes a hard thing to give up your own way, but I think an American girl can be noble. You will be very noble now if you cease to belong to the American Girls' Society."

"‘Wild American Sluts' is the name," said Jenny.

"You must give it up. It was a mad and silly scheme. You must have nothing more to do with it."

Jenny slightly shook her head. Miss Ravenscroft uttered a deep sigh.

"I am afraid I must go," said Jenny. "I think you have spoken to me very kindly; I should like to have been able to oblige you."

"And you won't?"

Jenny shook her head again. The next moment she had left the room.

The school was nearly over; but whether it had been or not, Jenny had not the slightest idea of returning to her class-room. She stood for a moment in one of the corridors to collect her thoughts; then going to the room where the hats and jackets hung on pegs, she took down her own, put them on, and left the school. She walked fast and reached Mrs. Tennant's house at a quarter to one. Both Mrs. Tennant and Miss Weinburg were out. There was a message for Jenny to say that Miss Weinburg expected her to be ready to go to town with her immediately after dinner. Jenny smiled to herself.

"Dear Aunt Bernice! She must get me out of this scrape. But as to thinking of giving up girls whom I meant to help, and will help, I wouldn't do it for twenty Miss Ravenscrofts." She stood at the door of the house; then a sudden idea struck her, and as she saw the girls; filing out of the school, she crossed the common and met Susy Hopkins, her satchel of books flung across her shoulder.

"Ah, Susy, here I am. I want to speak to you."

Susy ran up to her in excitement. It was already whispered in the school that their secret proceedings were becoming known. It had also been whispered from one to another that Jenny had undergone a formidable interview with Miss Ravenscroft that very morning.

"What is it, Jenny?" said Susy. "Was she very, very cross?"

"Who do you mean?" asked Jenny, instantly on the defensive.

"Miss Ravenscroft. You went to see her; every one knows it. What did she say?"

"That is my affair. But, Susy, I want you to do something. We must not go to the quarry to-morrow evening. We want to have the meeting at your aunt's. I want to go to Mrs. Church's. You must run round this afternoon and make arrangements. There'll be about thirty or forty of us, and we must all be smuggled into the cottage."

"Oh, dear!" said Susy. "But how are we to get there? It's four miles away."

"Well, I suppose those who are really interested can walk four miles. I certainly can. Susy, you had better not miss it to-morrow night, for Aunt Bernice Weinburg is to be present, and there's no saying what she will do. She will help us if any one can. She is ever so kind, and so interested. It will be the greatest meeting the society has ever had; I wouldn't miss it myself for the world."

"Oh, hurrah!" said Susy. "You certainly are a splendid girl, Jenny. And won't Aunt Church be pleased?"

"Tell her that if she wants to get one of the little villas she had better oblige us as far as she can," said.

Jenny. "Now I must rush back to dinner. I am going to town afterwards."

Without waiting for Susy's reply, Jenny turned on her heel and returned home. Susy watched her for a minute, then slowly and gravely went in the direction of her mother's shop. Mrs. Hopkins was getting in fresh stock that morning, and the little shop looked brighter and fresher than it had done for some time. It was a beautiful day in the beginning of winter, with that feeling of summer in the air which comes to cheer us now and then in November. Susy marched through the shop, still swinging her satchel.

"I wish you wouldn't do that, Susy," said her mother. "And I wish, too, that you wouldn't always be late home. Be quick now; there's pease-pudding and pork for dinner. Tom is in a hurry to be off to his football."

"Oh, bother!" said Susy.

Mrs. Hopkins frowned. Susy, in her mother's opinion, was not quite so nice and comforting as she once had been. But it was not Mrs. Hopkins's way to reproach her children; she bore her burden with regard to them as silently and patiently as she could.

Susy ran up to her room, washed her hands, and came down. Soon the three were seated at their frugal dinner.

"You seem to have got in a lot of fresh goods, mother," said Tom.

"I have," said Mrs. Hopkins, with a groan; "but I haven't paid for one of them. Parkins says he will trust me for quite a month; but however I am to pay your Aunt Church, and keep enough money for the new goods, beats me. Sometimes I think that my burden is greater than I can bear. I have often had a feeling that I ought to give up the shop and take service somewhere. I used to be noted as the best of good housekeepers when I was young."

"Oh, no, mother, you mustn't do that," said Susy. "What would Tom and I do?"

"If it wasn't for you and Tom I'd give notice to-morrow," said the widow. "But there! we must hope for the best, I suppose. God never forsakes those who trust Him."

"Mother," said Susy suddenly, "I hope you will be able to spare me this afternoon. I want to go and see Aunt Church."

"Why should you do that, child? There's no way for you to go except on your legs, and it's a weary walk, and the days are getting short."

"All the same, I must go," said Susy. "I suppose you couldn't shut up the shop and come with me, could you, mother?"

"Shut up the shop!" said Mrs. Hopkins. "What next will the child ask? Not a bit of it, Susan. But what do you want to see your aunt for?"

"It is a little private message in connection with Miss Jenny Weinburg. It means money, mother; of that I am certain. It means that Aunt Church will forgive you last month's installment of the debt, and perhaps next month's, too. You had best let me go, mother. I am not talking without knowledge, and I can't tell you what I know."

"I know something," said Tom, and he gave utterance to a low whistle.

Susy turned and glanced at her brother in some uneasiness.

"There are a deal of funny things whispered about your school just now," he said. "I'm not going to peach, of course; only you'd best look out. They say if it got to the governors' ears every foundationer in the place would be expelled. It is something that ought not to be done."

"Don't mind him, mother. Do you think I'd do anything to endanger my continuing at the school, after all the trouble and care and anxiety you had in getting me placed there?"

"Really, child," said Mrs. Hopkins, "I don't know. The wilfullness of young folks in these days is past enduring. But you had better clearly understand, Susy, that if for any reason you are dismissed from the school there is nothing whatever for you but to take a place as a servant; and that you wouldn't like."

"I should think not, indeed. Well, mother, to avoid all these consequences I must go as fast as I can to see Aunt Church."