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CHAPTER XXII
MAKING OTHER PEOPLE HAPPY
Following on the heels of Judith's advent into the team came an unheralded and wonderful surprise for Dorothy Martin.
One crisp Sat.u.r.day afternoon in early November, Jane Allen ran up the steps of Madison Hall, her face radiant. Attired in riding clothes, she had just come from the stable, where she had left Firefly after a long canter across country.
Into the house and up the stairs she dashed at top speed, bound for Dorothy Martin's room.
"Come," called a cheerful voice, in answer to her energetic rapping.
"Oh, Dorothy!" Jane fairly bounced into the room. "Get on your hat and coat and come along. I've something to show you."
"What is it? Where is it?" gaily queried Dorothy. "To mend or not to mend, that is also the question. Shall I go on mending my pet blouse that's falling to pieces altogether too fast to suit me, or drop it and go gallivanting off with you?"
"There's no question about it. You must come. If you don't, you'll be sorry all the rest of the year," predicted Jane. "Now sit and mend your old pet blouse if you dare!"
"I dare--not," Dorothy laughed. Rising she laid aside the silk blouse she was darning and went to the wardrobe for her wraps. "I'm a very poor senior these days," she added. "I can't buy a new blouse every day in the week. I have to make my old ones last a long time."
"You always look sweet, Dorothy," praised Jane, "so you don't need to care whether your blouses are old or new. They're never anything but dainty and trim."
"Thank you for those glorious words of praise," was Dorothy's light retort.
"You're welcome, but do hurry," urged Jane.
"Where do we go from here?" quizzed Dorothy as they started down the drive.
"I sha'n't tell you. Wait and see, Miss Impatience. This is a very mysterious journey."
In this bantering strain the two continued on to the western gate of the campus, pa.s.sed through and started down the highway.
"I know where we're going!" finally exclaimed Dorothy. "We're going to the stable to see Firefly! Funny I didn't guess it before, with you in riding clothes. You're going to show me some new trick you've taught Firefly. There! Did I guess right?"
"Yes, and no. That's all I'll tell you. Come on. One minute more and you'll see the great sight."
Jane caught Dorothy's hand and rushed her toward the stable. Still keeping firm hold on her friend, she led her straight to the roomy box-stall which accommodated Firefly.
"Oh, Jane!" Dorothy cried out in sudden rapture. "What a beautiful horse. Why, he looks almost enough like Firefly to be his brother. Where did you get him? What in the world are you going to do with two horses?"
"He's not mine," Jane replied. "He is----" She stopped, her gray eyes dancing. "He belongs to a dear friend of mine. Her name is Dorothy Martin."
Dorothy stared, as though wondering if Jane had suddenly taken leave of her senses.
"Wake up, Dorothy!" Jane laid an affectionate hand on Dorothy's shoulder. "He's yours. Dad sent him to you. He's come all the way from Capitan to see you. Aren't you going to say 'How de do' to him?"
"Jane--I----"
Dorothy turned and hid her head against Jane's shoulder.
"This is a nice way to welcome poor Midnight," laughed Jane, as her arm went round Dorothy. Her own voice was not quite steady.
"I--I--it's too much," quavered Dorothy, raising her head. "I can't believe that beauty is for me. It's too wonderful to be true. I must be dreaming."
"But it _is_ true. If you don't believe me, read this."
Jane drew a square, white envelope from the pocket of her riding coat and offered it to Dorothy.
"It's for you, from Dad," she explained. "I've been keeping it until Midnight came. This is the outcome of a plot. A real plot between Dad and me."
Dorothy took the letter, her eyes still misty.
"We'll read it together, Jane," she said.
Arms entwined about each other's waists, the two girls read Henry Allen's letter to his daughter's friend.
"DEAR MISS DOROTHY," it began. "Jane has written me that Firefly complains a great deal about being lonely. He misses Midnight, an old chum of his. So I decided that Midnight might come East, provided he had someone to look after his welfare. Jane has told me so much about you, and that you resemble one who, though gone from us, grows ever dearer with years.
"Because of this, and because of your many kindnesses to my girl, I hope you will accept Midnight for your own special pet. He is very gentle and, in my opinion, quite as fine a little horse as Firefly.
You cannot, of course, expect Jane to say that. I send him to you with my very best wishes and trust that you and Jane will have many long rides together.
"My sister and I look forward to meeting you next summer. Jane tells me that she will surely bring you home with her when college closes next June. We shall be delighted to welcome you to El Capitan. My sister joins me in sending you our kindest regards.
"Yours sincerely,
"HENRY ALLEN."
"It's just like good old Dad!" Jane cried out enthusiastically. "You'll love Midnight, Dorothy. Come and get acquainted with him. I've a whole pocketful of sugar for him and Firefly."
In a daze of happiness Dorothy followed Jane into the roomy stall and was soon making friendly overtures to Midnight, who responded most amiably.
There was still one more feature of the program, however, which Jane hardly knew how to bring forward.
"Dorothy," she began rather hesitatingly. "I hardly know how to say it, but--well--this stall is large enough for both Midnight and Firefly.
They were chums at home and will get along beautifully together. Won't you let me look after them both? You know what I mean?"
"I'm glad you came out frankly with that, Jane." Dorothy's color had heightened. "No, I couldn't let you do that. I shouldn't feel right about it. I've been thinking hard ever since I read your father's letter. I believe it's right for me to accept Midnight, because you both want me to have him and have gone to so much trouble to bring him here.
I've thought of a way out of the difficulty. Only yesterday a freshman came to me and asked me to tutor her in trigonometry. She's been conditioned already and needs help. I told her I'd let her know. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to do it. I've never tutored and I could get along without the extra money. But now, it will come in just beautifully. I can earn enough to pay for Midnight's keep. You understand how I feel about it."
"Yes. I know I'd feel the same," nodded Jane. "That's why I hated to say anything. I want you to do whatever you think best. Anyway, Firefly and Midnight can be in the same stall and that will help some. You must let me do that much."
"It will help a great deal. I'm not sure that I ought to let you do even that," demurred Dorothy.
"Of course you ought," Jane said st.u.r.dily. "You must mind Dad, you know.
He depends on you to look after Midnight's welfare. This is the largest, nicest stall in the stable. Now you must see your saddle. It's Mexican and almost like mine. I put it in the locker with mine. They're too valuable to be left lying about loose."
Lingering for some little time while Dorothy made further acquaintance with her new possession, the two girls strolled back to the Hall through the November dusk.
Dorothy was exuberantly joyful over the wonderful thing that had happened to her, and correspondingly grateful to those responsible for it. Jane was also br.i.m.m.i.n.g with quiet happiness. She wished every other day of her soph.o.m.ore year could be as delightful as this one. What splendid rides she and Dorothy would have together!