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<h3> CHAPTER XIV </h3>
<h4>
THE SWEETBRIARS
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<p>Mail time!</p>
<p>Until Saturday morning Ruth and Helen had not realized how vital that
hour was when the mail-bag came out from the Lumberton post office and
the mail was distributed by one of the teachers into a series of
pigeonholes in a tiny "office" built into the corridor at the
dining-room door. The mail arrived during the breakfast hour. One
could get her letters when she came out of the dining-room, and on this
Saturday both Ruth and Helen had letters.</p>
<p>Miss Cramp, her old teacher, had written to Ruth very kindly. There
was a letter, too, from Aunt Alvirah, addressed in her old-fashioned
hand, and its contents shaky both as to spelling and grammar, but full
of love for the girl who was so greatly missed at the Red Mill. Uncle
Jabez had even declared the first night that it seemed as though there
had been a death in the house, with Ruth gone.</p>
<p>Helen had several letters, but the one that delighted her most was from
her twin brother.</p>
<p>"Although," she declared, in her usual sweet-tempered manner, "Tom's
written it to both of us. Listen here, Ruthie!"</p>
<p>The new cadet at Seven Oaks began his letter: "Dead [Transcriber's
note: Dear?] Sweetbriars," including Ruth as well as Helen in his
friendly and brotherly effusion. He had been hazed with a vengeance on
the first night of his arrival at the Academy; he had been chummed on a
fellow who had already been half a year at the school and whose sister
was a Senior at Briarwood; he had learned that lots of the older
students at Seven Oaks were acquainted with the Seniors at Briarwood,
and that there were certain times when the two schools intermingled
socially.</p>
<p>"Dear old Tom!" exclaimed Helen. "Nice of him to call us
'Sweetbriars'; isn't it? I guess there's a good many thorns on <i>this</i>
'sweetbriar'; 'eh, Ruthie?" and she hugged and kissed her chum with
sudden fierceness.</p>
<p>"And Tom says he can get permission to come over and see me some
Saturday afternoon if Mrs. Tellingham will allow it. I'll have to get
her to write to Major Paradell, who commands at Seven Oaks. My! it
sounds just as though poor old Tom was in the army; doesn't it?" cried
Helen.</p>
<p>"It will be nice to have him over," said Ruth, agreeing. "But I
suppose we'll have to meet him in the office? Or can we walk out with
our 'brother'?" and she laughed.</p>
<p>"We'll go to Triton Lake; Tom will take us," said Helen, decidedly.</p>
<p>"I guess Mrs. Tellingham will have something to say about that, my
dear."</p>
<p>Helen seemed to have forgotten the little difficulty that had troubled
her chum and herself the night before, and Ruth said nothing further
about the Infants forming a society of their own. At least, she said
nothing about it to Helen. But Sarah Fish and Phyllis Short, and some
of the other Infants, seemed determined to keep the idea alive, and
they all considered Ruth Fielding a prime mover in the conspiracy. It
was noised abroad that neither the F. C.'s nor the Upedes were getting
many new names enrolled for membership.</p>
<p>Saturday morning the remainder of the expected new girls arrived at
Briarwood, and with then came the last of the older scholars, too.
There was an assembly called for two o'clock which Mrs. Tellingham
addressed. She welcomed the new-comers, greeted the returning pupils,
and briefly sketched the plans for the school year then beginning. She
was a quick, briskly-speaking woman, who impressed the most
rattle-pated girl before her that she meant to be obeyed and that no
wild prank would go unpunished.</p>
<p>"Proper amusement will be supplied in due time, young ladies. For the
present we shall all have enough to do getting settled into our places.
I have heard something regarding picnics and outings for the near
future. Postpone all such junketing until we are pulling well
together. And beware of demerits. Remember that ten of them, for
whatever cause, will send a girl home from Briarwood immediately."</p>
<p>This about the picnics hit the Upedes. Ruth and Helen knew that they
were planning just such amusements. Helen took this interference on
Mrs. Tellingham's part quite to heart.</p>
<p>"Isn't it mean of her?" she asked of Ruth. "If it had been the Fussy
Curls who wanted to go to Triton Lake, it would have been another
matter. And—besides—I was going to write to Tom and see if he
couldn't meet us there."</p>
<p>"Why, Helen; without asking Mrs. Tellingham?" cried Ruth.</p>
<p>"I suppose Tom and some of his chums could <i>happen</i> to go to Triton
Lake the same day we went; couldn't they?" Helen asked, laughing.
"Dear me, Ruthie! Don't you begin to act the Miss Prim—please! We'll
have no fun at all if you do."</p>
<p>"But we don't want to make the bad beginning of getting Mrs. Tellingham
and the teachers down on us right at the start," said Ruth, in a
worried manner.</p>
<p>"I don't know but that you <i>are</i> a Miss Prim!" ejaculated Helen.</p>
<p>Ruth thought, probably, from her tone of voice, that Helen had heard
some of her friends among the Upedes already apply that term to her,
Ruth. But she said nothing—only shook her head. However, the girl
from the Red Mill did her best to dodge any subject in the future that
she thought might cause Helen to compare her unfavorably with the girls
next door.</p>
<p>For Ruth loved her chum dearly—and loved her unselfishly, too. Helen
and Tom had been so kind to her in the past—all through those
miserable first weeks of her life at the Red Mill—that Ruth felt she
could never be really angry with Helen. It only made her sorrowful to
think that perhaps Helen, in this new and wider school life, might
drift away from her.</p>
<p>The regular program of the working days of the school included prayers
in the chapel before the girls separated for their various classes.
These were held at nine o'clock. But on Sunday Ruth found that
breakfast was an hour later than usual and that at ten o'clock several
wagonettes, besides Old Dolliver's Ark, were in waiting to take those
girls who wished to ride to the churches of the several denominations
located in Lumberton. A teacher, or a matron, went in each vehicle,
and if any of the girls preferred to walk in pleasant weather there was
always a teacher to walk with them—for the distance was only a mile.</p>
<p>Dinner was at half-past one, and at three there was a Sabbath School,
conducted by Mrs. Tellingham herself, assisted by most of the teachers,
in the large assembly hall. At night there was a service of music and
a lecture in the chapel, too. The teacher of music played the organ,
and there was a small string orchestra made up of the girls themselves,
and a chorus to lead the singing.</p>
<p>This service Ruth found delightful, for she had always loved music and
never before had she had the opportunity of studying it under any
teacher. Her voice was sweet and strong, however; and she had a true
ear. At the end of the service Miss Maconahay, the organist, came and
spoke to her and advised her that, providing she would give some time
to it, there was a chance for her to become a member of the chorus and,
if she showed improvement, she might even join the Glee Club.</p>
<p>On Monday school began in earnest. Ruth and Helen were side by side in
every class. What study one took up, the other voted for. The fact
that they had to work hard—especially at first—kept Ruth and Helen
together, and during the first week neither had much time for any
society at all. Between supper and bedtime each evening they
faithfully worked at their lessons for the ensuing day and every hour
of daylight brought its separate duty. There seemed to be little
opportunity for idle hands to find mischief at Briarwood Hall.</p>
<p>Mrs. Tellingham, however, did not propose that the girls should be so
closely confined by their studies that their physical health would be
neglected. Those girls who stood well in their classes found at least
two hours each day for outdoor play or gym work. The tennis courts at
Briarwood were in splendid shape. Helen already was a fair player; but
Ruth had never held a racket in her hand until she was introduced to
the game by her chum during this first week at school.</p>
<p>The girl from the Red Mill was quick and active. She learned the rules
of play and proved that her eye was good and that she had judgment
before they had played an hour. She knew how to leap and run, too,
having been country bred and used to an active life.</p>
<p>"Oh, dear me!" gasped Helen, out of breath. "You are tireless, Ruth.
Why, you'll be an athlete here."</p>
<p>"This is great fun, Helen," declared her chum, "I believe I can learn
to play <i>this</i> game."</p>
<p>"Learn to play!" gasped Helen. "Why, all you want is practice to beat
Tom himself, I believe. You'll be a crack player, Ruthie," prophesied
her friend.</p>
<p>It was while they were loitering on the tennis courts after the game
that Sarah Fish and Phyllis Short, with a number of the other Infants,
joined them. Sarah came out bluntly with:</p>
<p>"When are we going to form our club, Ruth Fielding? I think we should
do it at once. I've told both the Forwards and the Upedes that I am
not in the market. I guess they'll let me alone now."</p>
<p>"I think they will," said Helen, sharply. "At least, the Upedes don't
want you, Miss."</p>
<p>"You seem to knew exactly what they <i>do</i> want," said Sarah,
good-naturedly. "Have you joined them?"</p>
<p>"I intend to," declared Helen.</p>
<p>"Oh, Helen!" ejaculated Ruth.</p>
<p>"Yes, I am," said Miss Cameron. "And I am not going to join any baby
society," and so walked off in evident ill-humor.</p>
<p>Therefore the new club was not formed in the Number 2 Duet Room in the
West Dormitory. The Infants considered Ruth the prime mover in the
club, however, and that evening she was put in the chair to preside at
the informal session held in the quartette in the East Dormitory
occupied by Sarah Fish and three other Infants. She was made, too, a
member of the Committee on Organization which was elected to draw up a
Constitution and By-Laws, and was likewise one of three to wait on Mrs.
Tellingham and gain permission to use one of the small assembly rooms
for meetings.</p>
<p>And then came up the subject of a name for the society. It was not
intended that the club should be only for new scholars; for the new
scholars would in time be old scholars. And the company of girls who
had gathered in Sarah's room had no great or important motive in their
minds regarding the association. Its object was social and for
self-improvement simply.</p>
<p>"And so let's find a name that doesn't sound bigger than we are," said
Sarah. "The Forward Club sounds very solid and is quite literary, I
understand. What those Upedes stand for except raising particular Sam
Hill, as my grandmother would say, I don't know. What do <i>you</i> say,
Ruth Fielding? It's your idea, and you ought to christen it."</p>
<p>"I don't know that I ought," Ruth returned. "I don't believe in one
person doing too much in any society."</p>
<p>"Give us a name. It won't hurt you if we vote it down," urged Sarah.</p>
<p>Now Ruth had been thinking of a certain name for the new society for
some days. It had been suggested by Tom Cameron's letter to Helen.
She was almost afraid to offer it, but she did. "Sweetbriars," she
said, blushing deeply.</p>
<p>"Dandy!" exclaimed Phyllis Short.</p>
<p>"Goody-good!" cried somebody else. "We're at Briarwood Hall, and why
<i>not</i> Sweetbriars?"</p>
<p>"Good name for initials, too," declared the practical Sarah Fish.
"Make two words of it—Sweet and Briars. The 'S. B.'s '—not bad that,
eh? What say?"</p>
<p>It was unanimous. And so the Sweetbriars were christened.</p>
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