The girls then said nothing of their errand while they were driving along the road, where the snow was now beaten down into a hard, firm crust. But when they had set Nan down in front of the ram-shackle hut at the edge of the village which served as her home, Betty leaned out remarking confidentially: “I am sorry we can’t come back for you, Nan, but I am to get my box of jewelry from the bank and take it to our cabin so that I feel we ought to get back as soon as we can.”
There was no point in Betty’s making this confession at this special time and Polly disapproved of it. They had taken no one into their confidence except Mollie, and, of course, their guardian. However, since Nan had been falsely suspected of stealing her money, Betty had never failed of showing her faith in her.
And Nan understood this as she stood for several moments watching the pony and sleigh out of sight and hearing. Polly was wearing a crimson felt hat with a small black quill in it and a long red coat, and Betty, a seal-skin cap with a knot of her favorite blue velvet on one side and a fur coat. Nan could not help feeling the contrast between their lives and hers as she stepped later into their crowded and untidy kitchen. Nevertheless their friendship helped her to bear the fact that her brother Anthony, whom she loved best in her family, would not even speak to her. Indeed the thought of the Camp Fire club sustained her through the long and specially trying day.
A slight flurry of snow fell during the morning, so that the four younger children would not go out of doors but kept getting under Nan’s feet while she tried to clean. Her mother objected to each thing she did and Anthony loafing in a corner smoking cigarettes tried his best to make her lose her temper.
At lunch Mr. Graham, who usually came home then and made things easier for Nan, did not return, so that by the time the dishes were washed the girl had given up the attempt to do any further cleaning and turned to her usual Saturday baking. This was usually more appreciated by her family. Because of a possible failure if she were too much interrupted, Mrs. Graham then removed the younger children to another room, leaving Nan alone with her brother.
He did not torment her any further at first, but seeing that he was unusually moody and out of sorts his sister turned to him.
“What is it, Tony?” she inquired good-naturedly, ignoring what had passed between them.
The boy shrugged his shoulders. “Wasn’t good enough to be elected a Boy Scout,” he sneered, “seems like the fellows around here said they didn’t like my record and wanted their camps kept up to the mark. Course I don’t care anything about joining but they might have given a fellow a chance. Give a man a black name—I say, Nan,” he broke off suddenly, “couldn’t you lend me some money, say five dollars or so?”
Nan stared at him in surprise. Anthony must know that she hadn’t a cent in the world to call her own and that she was having her expenses paid by Miss Dyer at the cabin. Of course she meant some day to repay Rose, Betty and Polly for all they had done for her but it might take a number of years.
“Couldn’t you borrow the money from some of your rich friends?” he demanded, irritated and ashamed at his sister’s silence. And then, unexpectedly, seeming to feel a better impulse, he came closer to the table where Nan was now mixing her pie crust and watched her quietly for a few moments. In a measure he realized his own right to be a gentleman, and resented the fact that they were everywhere looked down upon, and that Nan’s efforts to better herself had to be made outside her own family.