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ME T H O D S IN MO L E C U L A R BI O L O G Y
Series Editor
John M. Walker
School of Life Sciences
University of Hertfordshire
Hatfield, Hertfordshire, AL10 9AB, UK
Edited by
Federica M. Marelli-Berg
Department of Immunology, Division of Medicine, Imperial College London, London, UK
Sussan Nourshargh
William Harvey Research Institute, Barts and the London School of Medicine & Dentistry, Queen Mary
University of London, London, UK
Editors
Federica M. Marelli-Berg Sussan Nourshargh
Department of Immunology William Harvey Research Institute
Division of Medicine Barts and the London School
Imperial College London of Medicine and Dentistry
Hammersmith Hospital Queen Mary, University of London
Du Cane Road Charterhouse Square
London London
UK W12 0NN UK EC1M 6BQ
[email protected] [email protected]
Federica Marelli-Berg
Sussan Nourshargh
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Contents
Preface . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . v
Contributors . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ix
vii
viii Contents
ix
x Contributors
SHEILA Q. XIE • MRC Clinical Sciences Centre, Faculty of Medicine, Imperial College
London, Hammersmith Hospital Campus, London, UK
MARÍA YÁNEZ-MÓ • Servicio de Inmunología, Hospital de la Princesa, Universidad
Autónoma de Madrid; Centro Nacional de Investigaciones Cardiovasculares, Madrid,
Spain.
MAROUAN ZARROUK • Cytoskeleton Research Group, Division of Cardiovascular Sciences,
Faculty of Medicine, Imperial College London, National Heart and Lung Institute,
Hammersmith Hospital Campus, DuCane Road, London, UK
DAAN ZHU • Developmental Neurobiology, National Institute for Medical Research,
MRC, London, UK
Section I
Introductory Review
Chapter 1
Abstract
Among diverse cellular systems of the body, the immune system is unique in representing a network of
interacting cells of enormous complexity yet based on single cells travelling around. Only the advanced
visualization technologies of the recent years have brought to everybody’s attention the fact that what
we see is usually a snapshot of a dynamic system, where the majority of players are highly motile and
become coordinated by diverse signals provided by their environment. This introductory chapter touches
a selection of aspects that address predominantly the functioning of the system as such. It attempts to
provide a framework of how migratory mechanisms are regulated to ensure that various cell populations
reach their destination and that the appropriate interaction partners find each other.
Key words: T cells, recirculation, tissue entry, tissue exit, homing, inflammation, adhesion
molecules, chemokines, chemokine receptors, antigen, α4 β7 integrin, memory, epigenetics,
imprinting.
1. Recirculation:
Come and See
Fifty years ago J. Gowans discovered that lymphocytes possess
the unique property to recirculate continuously between blood,
lymphoid tissues and lymph (1). In contrast to myeloid cells,
which, by and large, are only known to travel unidirectionally, the
recirculation of naive lymphocytes ensures that antigen presented
locally is seen by as many as possible cells carrying the enormous
diverse repertoire of T and B cell receptors.
Two major travelling routes through lymphoid tissues mutu-
ally complement each other that are regulated by different migra-
tory mechanisms: the circulation through the blood with a
stopover in the spleen on the one side and through both the
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blood and the lymphatic system via lymph nodes, Peyer’s patches
and tertiary lymphoid tissue arising in chronically inflamed tissues
as gateways.
Much research has focussed on the receptors guiding lym-
phocyte entry into lymph nodes and Peyer’s patches. This process
is mediated by a well-known set of adhesion molecules assisted by
the integrin-activating function of chemokine receptors that are
triggered by chemokines presented on the endothelial surface. In
fact, L-selectin, which makes the first contacts for naive lympho-
cytes with the high endothelial venules of (predominantly, but not
exclusively peripheral) lymph nodes, was the first homing-related
molecule to be identified (2). Subsequent research discovered the
integrins LFA-1 and α4 -integrins as indispensable components of
the more complex process of transmigration that also contribute
to organ-specific properties of migration. L-selectin was found
to direct especially naïve lymphocytes into lymph nodes, whereas
α4 β7 guides cells into mucosa-associated lymphoid tissues and
also into the gut wall itself. LFA-1 is less selective and contributes
to transmigration in most tissues including inflamed sites. The
sequential operation of these molecules during migration from
blood to tissue had led to the proposal of the multi-step model of
transmigration (3), which is now part of every textbook.
In contrast to the lymphoid tissues named above, entry into
the spleen is not dependent on homing or chemokine receptors;
all evidence so far available suggests that the entry is solely driven
by mechanics of blood flow and cell motility (4, 5). Yet, local-
ization within the tissue and different compartments therein are
regulated by chemotaxis and likely also by interactions with stro-
mal cells or extracellular matrix.
2. Within Tissue:
Come and Go
(or One Comes,
Rather recent is the insight that not only the entry into tissue
One Leaves)
but also the exit requires defined molecular systems. As a simple
matter of fact, the frequency of cells disposed of in a tissue can
efficiently be regulated not only by the rate of entry but also by
modulating the exit rate. Findings of the last years have shown
that exit from the tissue is an active process controlled by chemo-
tactic mechanisms. The chemokine receptor CCR7 was shown
to be required for T cell, including Treg, exit from inflamed
peripheral tissue (6, 7). Another chemotactic agent sphingosine-
1-phosphate (S1P) and its receptors are required for the exit from
lymph nodes, a finding emerging from studies with the drug FTY
720 which displays immunosuppressive effects. Both CCR7 and
S1P receptors are modulated in the course of T cell activation and
How T Cells Find Their Way Around 5
3. Disposal
of Combatants
Infiltration of leucocytes into sites of an immune reaction is the
hallmark of inflammation. It can be assumed that the evolution
of leucocyte trafficking in the context of innate cellular reactions
started well before the emergence of lymphocytes. In contrast,
the specific variant of recirculation of T and B cells is a rather late
invention.
Various mechanisms contribute to the rapid delivery of
defence cells and their accumulation at sites of risk. Enhanced
expression of adhesion molecules, such as MAdCAM-1 in
mucosal sites or ICAM-1 in many tissues, as well as induction
of additional adhesion molecules such as P- and E-selectin or
VCAM-1 on endothelium under conditions of inflammation, are
the starting points for a massive adhesion and transmigration of
leucocytes from blood into the inflamed tissue, assisted by chemo-
tactic signals.
But who tells the endothelium to become activated? Most
endothelia do respond to TLR signals such as LPS, but for most
inflammatory processes it is more likely that other cells receive the
danger signals. Resident leucocytes such as mast cells and den-
dritic cells are highly sensitive sentinels for stress signals, tissue
cells such as fibroblasts or epithelial cells respond to pathogen-
derived signals, and, in later stages, antigen-specific T cells trans-
late recognition into local conditioning for high-rate recruitment
of effector leucocytes. Both innate receptors for pathogen struc-
tures and recognition of antigen by T cells lead to activation and
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4. Are T Cells
Attracted by
Antigen?
As mentioned above, antigen-driven activation of immigrated T
effector cells is a major factor in the establishment of a full inflam-
matory condition. It is a longstanding question to what extent the
accumulation of lymphocytes is directly related to their capacity
to recognize the antigen. It has been repeatedly reported that
antigen-reactive T and B cells become concentrated within a
tissue offering the cognate antigen (antigen-induced trapping),
How T Cells Find Their Way Around 7
5. The Paradigm
of Organ-Specific
Homing
Already in the pioneer years of cellular immunology, the capac-
ity of distinct subpopulations of T or B cells to travel back selec-
tively into compartments of initial antigen contact was recognized
and referred to as “homing” (21). Selective homing to the gut
mucosa was observed for activated (and later also for memory)
cells (blasts) in the blood (21, 22), which, in healthy animals,
predominantly originate from the gut environment continuously
exposed to a huge burden of bacterial antigen. Application of the
famous “Stamper-Woodruff” assay, a crude approach using frozen
tissue sections to test for selective adhesion of lymphocytes to the
remnants of endothelium (23), was surprisingly effective and led
to the detection of L-selectin as major determinant of peripheral
lymph node homing (2) and of the integrin α4 β7 as a mucosal
homing receptor (24). Albeit this work gave rise to the assump-
tion that distinct homing receptors guide lymphocytes into differ-
ent tissues, the population of (predominantly) naive lymphocytes
used in that studies is – ironically – just the one population that
does not show organ-specific homing, apart from the fact that
naive lymphocytes are specialized to recirculate through any lym-
phoid tissue, but cannot enter other types of tissues.
It is therefore important to consider that lymphocytes gain
organ-specific homing properties only upon activation and dif-
ferentiation into effector/memory cells. This differentiation step
is associated with a major change in the molecular equipment
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6. Sniffing
the Way
After their discovery 30 years ago, the chemokine family has
attracted great interest as being major players in the determina-
tion of migratory pathways. The large number of family mem-
bers of these cytokine-like mediators (more than 40 chemokines
in humans) is multiplying the degree of variation provided by
adhesion molecules. Interestingly, this diversity has evolved rather
recently (with vertebrates) and appears to be driven along the
evolution of the adaptive immune system (33, 34), requesting for
sophisticated mechanisms to direct the multiple cell types, dif-
ferentiation and activation stages to appropriate sites and con-
ditions of immune reactivity within the body. Apart from the
structural homologies, the chemokine family is characterized by
its preponderant reactivity with a – also very diverse – subgroup
of receptors (almost 20 receptors in humans) belonging to the
huge superfamily of G-protein-coupled receptors. Interestingly,
within this superfamily, chemokine receptors share a subtree with
the olfactory receptors, the largest subfamily among G-protein-
linked receptors (almost 500 members in man; 33) that allows us
to orient ourselves within a complex diversity of chemical signals
of the external environment.
7. Topographical
Memories
For a long period, the paradigm of organ-specific homing
included the assumption that T cell priming within a specific tis-
sue environment led to an imprinting of the expression of spe-
cific homing receptors. Albeit even recent Nature papers use the
term imprinting, what they refer to is only induction of certain
homing receptors (35) by cells and mediators. In fact, the same
group provided experimental data challenging the concept of per-
manent imprinting and favouring the assumption of flexibility in
the expression of homing receptors (36). Indeed, organ-specific
homing could also be explained by continuing selection or re-
induction of a given receptor upon recirculation through selected
tissues providing antigen exposure and re-stimulatory capacity
associated with additional, organ-specific co-signals (37).
Studies to proof the stability of differentially expressed hom-
ing receptors in vivo were largely lacking until recently. We
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8. Concluding
Remarks
Every decade of immunological research appears to uncover novel
functional subsets of T cells; the latest ones being, e.g., the Th17
cells or the diverse types of regulatory T cells. How this increas-
ing universe of specialists becomes coordinated and appropriately
targeted to the hot spots of immunoreactivity would remain a
mystery if not, at the same time, our knowledge about the mech-
anisms of cell trafficking would have greatly expanded. Coop-
erating adhesion molecules and chemokine receptors equip the
migrating cells with an almost unlimited combinatorial diversity
to recognize signatures defining tissues and compartments, to dis-
tinguish inflammatory processes of multiple flavours that might
depend on the kind of triggers, site of inflammation or involved
cell populations and so on. That chemotaxis, haptotaxis and cell
contacts not only are important to regulate the macroscopic dis-
tribution of cells within the body but are equally important to
guide cells through the jungle of a tissue environment – and even
might support the marriage of individual cell partners destined to
interact in a given environment and functional stage – that insight
was greatly nourished by recent findings. The present book might
provide a number of wonderful pieces of knowledge from this
field (46).
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Abstract
Leukocyte extravasation is a highly dynamic, interactive, and coordinated process that plays a central role
during the inflammatory response of innate immunity. The interaction of leukocytes with the activated
endothelium under shear forces is comprised of many sequential events, each involving specific leuko-
cyte and endothelial receptors, as well as chemokines and adaptor and signaling molecules. Because of
its complexity, researchers studying leukocyte extravasation at the subcellular level have been forced to
search for appropriate in vitro models that mimic pathophysiological conditions at sites of inflamma-
tion. We report methods for direct visualization of cellular and molecular processes of critical importance
to spatiotemporally dissect the different steps in the adhesion cascade. These methodologies include
techniques for the study of the dynamics of individual molecules involved in a discrete part of the pro-
cess, as well as simple procedures to label molecules and cells in order to observe the extravasation
process.
Key words: Endothelial cells, leukocytes, adhesion, flow, fluorescent proteins, fluorescent probes,
confocal microscopy.
1. Introduction
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2. Materials
2.1. Cell Models 1. For HUVEC culture, 199 medium is used supplemented
with 10% FBS, antibiotics, heparin (100 μg/ml), and ECGF
(50 μg/ml). Cells are routinely grown in culture flasks
coated with 0.5% gelatin
2. Recombinant human TNF-α (R&D Systems)
3. Ficoll-Hypaque high-density medium (Sigma)
4. PHA-L (Sigma) and IL-2, provided by the National Insti-
tutes of Health AIDS Research and Reference Reagent pro-
gram, Division of AIDS. RPMI 1640 (Gibco) supplemented
with 10% FBS
5. RPMI 1640 supplemented with 10% FBS, G418 (Cal-
biochem), and MnCl2
Live Imaging of Leukocyte–Endothelium Interactions 19
2.6. Staining of 1. A kit to stably couple antibodies with fluorescent tags (Invit-
Living Cells with rogen)
Fluorescently 2. Alternatively use a Zenon kit to directly stain primary anti-
Labeled Primary body supernatant noncovalently (Invitrogen)
Antibodies or
Fluorescent Probes
2.6.1. Fluorescently
Labeled Antibodies
2.6.2. Cell Labeling with 1. CMAC (blue), BCECF (green), CMTMR (red), or another
Fluorescent Probes permeable fluorescent probe with an ester bond that sta-
bilizes the probe in the cytoplasm (nonspecific probes
or organelle-specific ones such as mitotracker, lysotracker)
(Invitrogen)
2. HBSS supplemented with 0.5% BSA
3. Methods
3.1. Cell Models 1. HUVEC are most commonly used as a source of human pri-
mary macrovascular endothelial cells. Alternatively, primary
cultures can be obtained of microvascular, lymphatic, blood–
brain barrier, and high endothelial venule cells.
2. HUVEC are activated by changing to medium 199 10% FBS
supplemented with 20 ng/ml TNF-α for 20 h (see Note 1).
3. PBMCs are obtained from peripheral blood donated by
healthy volunteers. The PBMCs are isolated by centrifuging
the blood for 30 min at 1,800 rpm on a Ficoll gradient. The
isolated cells are then washed thoroughly and maintained in
RPMI 1640 medium 10% FBS. For a crude preparation of
PBLs, the PBMC population is depleted of monocytes by
adhesion to a plastic flask for 30 min at 37ºC.
4. T lymphoblasts are derived from PBLs by activation for 48 h
with PHA-L (1 μg/ml). After extensive washing, T cells are
cultured for 7–14 days in RPMI 1640, 10% FBS containing
50 U/ml rhIL-2.
5. K562 transfectants (expressing α4β1 or αLβ2 integrins for
VCAM-1 or ICAM-1 independent binding, respectively, see
Note 2) are grown in RPMI 1640, 10% FBS, 1 mM G418.
3.2.2. Static Adhesion – For staining of leukocyte interactions with endothelial cells
Staining under static conditions, a confluent monolayer of HUVEC
is grown on a gelatin- or FN-coated coverslip (see Notes 7
and 8) and activated with TNF-α (Note 1) (Fig. 2.1).
Fig. 2.2. Leukocyte tracking under flow conditions by time-lapse confocal microscopy. A HUVEC monolayer was activated
with 20 ng/ml TNF-α for 20 h. PBLs were perfused at 1.8 dyn/cm2 for 3–4 min and then cell-free HBSS buffer containing
2% FBS was perfused for the rest of the experiment. Bright-field images were acquired every 30 s over a period of 16 min
(see Supplemental Video 1). The figure shows four representative frames from the video sequence. Each leukocyte was
assigned a letter code denoting its migratory state: R for rolling, A for adhesion, L for locomotion, D for detachment.
No cells transmigrated during this experiment. Cellular traks depicting the path followed by each cell during the whole
experiment are overlayed in the last image.
Fig. 2.3. Study of molecular dynamics during leukocyte–endothelium interactions under shear flow by time-lapse fluo-
rescence confocal microscopy. The T-lymphoblastic cell line CEM was transfected with a fluorescent cytoplasmic marker,
while HUVEC were co-transfected with a fluorescent membrane protein and a intracellular marker. Endothelial cells were
treated with 20 ng/ml TNF-α for 20 h before microscopy observation. Lymphocytes were perfused at 1.8 dyn/cm2 for
3–4 min and then cell-free HBSS buffer containing 2% FBS was perfused for the rest of the experiment. Fluorescent
signals and bright-field images were acquired sequentially through a z-stack. A representative time point is shown, and
each frame shows the maximal projection of the whole fluorescence stack for the channel. The best focused bright-field
image was selected for the corresponding time point. (see Supplemental Video 2).
Live Imaging of Leukocyte–Endothelium Interactions 25
3.6.2. Cell Labeling with If the aim is not to label specific molecules but instead simply
Fluorescent Probes to label cells, cells can be loaded with intracellular fluorescent
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4. Notes
Acknowledgments
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Abstract
Vascular endothelial cells (EC) line the luminal side of all blood vessels and act as a selective barrier
between blood and tissue. EC are constantly exposed to biochemical and biomechanical stimuli from the
blood and underlying tissue. Fluid shear stress acts in parallel to the vessel wall, resulting from friction
of blood against EC. Despite the importance of flow on normal EC function, much of the information
regarding EC function and dysfunction has been derived from cells harvested, grown and studied in
static culture. In order to study the effects of shear stress on EC function, a number of in vitro models
have been developed. This chapter provides methodology for use of a system which enables recirculation
of leucocytes and cell culture medium over the endothelium for a period of several minutes to days
and enables investigation of the effects of prolonged leucocyte co-culture on both the endothelial and
leucocyte populations.
1. Introduction
1.1. The Endothelium Vascular endothelial cells (EC) line the luminal side of all blood
vessels and act as a selective barrier between blood and tissue. EC
are constantly exposed to biochemical and biomechanical stimuli
from the blood and underlying tissue. It is well established that
maintenance of a quiescent endothelium is vital to prevent coagu-
lation and control vascular permeability as well as regulating vas-
cular tone through production of nitric oxide. In addition, EC
contribute to maintenance of the quiescence of circulating leuco-
cytes (reviewed in (1)). Conversely, failure to control vascular per-
meability and coagulation, an increase in vascular tone and loss of
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1.2. Forces on the Blood vessels are constantly exposed to haemodynamic forces in
Endothelium: Shear the form of cyclic stretch, fluid shear stress and hydrostatic pres-
Stress sures. Shear stress is the major haemodynamic force EC respond
to, whereas vascular SMC responses are more influenced by cyclic
stretch (7, 8).
Fluid shear stress acts in parallel to the vessel wall. It results
from the friction of blood against the inner lining of the blood
vessel wall and is principally sensed by EC (Fig. 3.1; (9)). In
“linear”, unbranched areas of the vasculature, blood flows in uni-
form, laminar patterns and EC experience a mean positive shear
stress, around 10–40 dyn/cm2 in the arterial network and 1–20
dyn/cm2 in the venous microcirculation (see Fig. 3.1). In areas
A Laminar Flow
Blood viscosity, η
R
B Disturbed Flow
Fig. 3.1. Diagram showing flow patterns for laminar flow (a) and disturbed flow (b)
(adapted from (9)).
Leucocyte Adhesion Under Haemodynamic Flow Conditions 33
2. Materials
2.1. HUVEC Culture 1. HUVEC culture medium: Medium 199 with HEPES (PAA)
on Glass Slides supplemented with 20% foetal bovine serum (BioSera) and
L -glutamine (sigma) and penicillin/streptomycin (PAA).
2. HUVEC flow medium: M199 with HEPES supplemented
with 10% FCS; L-glutamine, penicillin/streptomycin;
amphotericin B (PAA).
3. Sterile 1x PBS (10x PBS; for 1 L add 2 g KCl, 2 g KH2 PO4 ,
80 g NaCl, 11.5 g Na2 HPO4, dilute to 1x with ddH2 O and
autoclave before use).
4. 1x trypsin/EDTA (PAA).
5. Glass microscope slides (76 × 38 mm; Fisher Life Sciences)
[sterilise by autoclaving before use].
6. Sterile 9 cm Petri dishes.
7. Human fibronectin (Sigma) diluted to 50 μg/ml in 1x PBS.
8. Haemocytometer (e.g. Fisher LifeSciences).
9. Trypan Blue (Sigma).
2.3. Flow Loop 1. Flow chamber and apparatus for recirculating flow loop from
Cytodyne Inc. (www.cytodyne.net).
2. HUVEC flow medium.
3. For total RNA extraction; TRIzol reagent (Invitrogen) (this
will require further reagents including chloroform, iso-
propanol, 70% ethanol, RNase-free pipette tips and tubes,
RNase-free water).
4. For protein extraction; RIPA buffer (20 mM MOPS, pH
7.0; 150 mM NaCl; 1 mM EDTA; 1% NP40; 1% Na deoxy-
cholate; 0.1% SDS), protease and phosphatase inhibitor
cocktails (Sigma P2714, P5726), tray containing ice, 1 ml
syringes and 21-G needles, microcentrifuge (ideally cooled).
3. Methods
3.1. Cell Culture HUVEC may be obtained from commercial sources (e.g. Promo-
cell, Oxford, UK) or may be isolated from umbilical cords col-
3.1.1. HUVEC Culture lected with appropriate ethical permission and informed consent
from a local maternity unit, according to methods described in
detail elsewhere (e.g. (23)) (see Notes 1 and 2).
1. Place 76 × 38 mm glass slides in 90 mm sterile Petri dishes
and pretreat with 0.5 ml 50 μg/ml human fibronectin for
45 min at room temperature in a Class II safety cabinet.
Then remove excess fibronectin using a sterile pipette.
2. Passage confluent HUVEC cultures following well-
described protocols using trypsin/EDTA or the supplier’s
recommended protocol.
3. Count live cells by Trypan Blue exclusion using a haemocy-
tometer
4. Seed fibronectin-coated slides with approximately 2 × 106
per ml HUVEC in 1 ml of HUVEC medium onto each glass
slide (see Note 3).
5. Incubate slides in a 37◦ C/5% CO2 incubator for at least 4 h
to allow HUVEC to adhere and then flood slides with 12 ml
of flow medium (M199 supplemented with L-glutamine,
penicillin (100 units), streptomycin (0.1 mg/ml), 10% FBS
and 1/200-dilution amphotericin B) and incubate overnight
in 37◦ C/5% CO2 incubator.
3.1.2. T-Cell Purification There are many protocols for purification of human CD4+ T cells
from peripheral blood (28). Protocols employing negative selec-
tion are preferred to minimise activation of the T-cell population
under examination.
1. Collect peripheral blood by venepuncture into tubes con-
taining 15% EDTA (1 ml for every 50 ml blood collected).
2. Purify CD4+ T cells using method of choice (e.g. Rosette-
Sep negative selection cocktail (Stemcell Technologies Inc.)
followed by gradient separation on Histopaque 1,077 and
collection of the buffy coat layer using sterile pastettes).
3. Wash purified T cells twice in 1x PBS/2% FBS/1 mM
EDTA.
Leucocyte Adhesion Under Haemodynamic Flow Conditions 37
Fig. 3.2. Diagram of flow loop apparatus showing the flow chamber, silicon gasket and
the glass slide with the attached confluent monolayer of endothelial cells, which are
held together by a vacuum pump at the periphery of the chamber complex. The flow
chamber has two slits through which flow medium enters and exits the channel. The
(arterial) flow rate is controlled by the peristaltic pump. The medium is recirculated from
the reservoir to the inlet tubing onto the flow chamber and back into the reservoir.
38 Lawson, Rose, and Wolf
E C
G
F
D
A
Fig. 3.3. Cartoon showing parallel flow chamber. When assembling the flow chamber,
the gasket (b) is carefully placed onto the flow chamber (c). The glass slide (a), which is
coated with HUVEC, is added on top of the gasket with the cells facing towards the flow
chamber. A vacuum pump is attached onto the flow chamber (d) to hold glass slides,
gasket and flow chamber in place. Media (grey arrows) enters the flow chamber via the
entry port (e), runs through the slit (f) over the channel back into the slit (g) and exits the
flow chamber through exit port (h). When aligning the gasket, great care is required not
to cover the entry (f) and exit slit (g) which would prevent flow of the culture medium.
Leucocyte Adhesion Under Haemodynamic Flow Conditions 39
3.2.1. To Set Up the 1. Sterilise parallel-plate flow loop system using ethylene
Apparatus oxide.
2. Pre-warm sterile flow media and warm the 37◦ C chamber
and apparatus for at least 1 h before intended use
3. Assemble parallel-plate flow chamber and flow loop accord-
ing to Fig. 3.2 inside a class II safety cabinet to maintain
sterility (see Note 4)
4. Ensure that the connectors on tubing (e.g. Masterflex tub-
ing and connectors from Cole Parmer, London, UK) and
on glassware are firmly attached and close the flow loop
5. Add pre-warmed flow media to the bottom reservoir via
the three-way tap.
6. Align the sterile gasket (Fig. 3.3b) onto the flow chamber
(Fig. 3.3c) in the tissue culture hood being careful not to
cover the channel and slits (Fig. 3.3f, g) on the parallel-
plate flow chamber.
7. The slide (Fig. 3.3a), seeded with a confluent monolayer of
HUVEC, can then be mounted onto the gasket on the flow
chamber and attached immediately to the vacuum pump
(Fig. 3.3d) to hold the flow chamber together. Ensure
great care is taken not to move the gasket and glass slide
on the flow chamber out of place during the process in
order to avoid leakage.
8. After attaching the inlet (Fig. 3.3e) and outlet tubing
(Fig. 3.3h) to the flow chamber, carefully move the flow
loop apparatus to a pre-warmed 37◦ C incubator (Note 5).
9. Place tubing onto the peristaltic pump and observe sys-
tem for signs of leakage. During assembly of the flow
loop, tubing and/or flow chamber itself should be adjusted
to ensure the optimal flow loop conditions, i.e. no hin-
drance of flow and no air bubbles are trapped in the flow
chamber. Air bubbles can be removed using a needle and
syringe placed in the septum port located at the exit of the
chamber.
10. Level of flow media remaining in the reservoir should be
observed to ensure that no leakage has occurred.
40 Lawson, Rose, and Wolf
3.2.3. Analysis of T-Cell 1. Seed a 24-well tissue culture plate with 1 × 105
Functionality After HUVEC/well in triplicate or quadruplicate using a separate
Co-culture with EC isolate to the one used for co-culture under laminar flow
Under Laminar Flow conditions, 24 h before the flow co-culture.
Conditions:
Alloproliferation to 2. During laminar flow co-culture (Section 3.2.1) remove
Third-Party HUVEC medium from HUVEC in the 96-well plate and treat with
60 μg/ml mitomycin C for 25 min to prevent HUVEC pro-
liferation followed by three washes with 1x PBS to remove all
traces of mitomycin C. Replace medium with 250 μl T-cell
medium/well.
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would cheer him up so, wouldn't it? I'm sure we ought to try to make him happy—poor
Tom! He says nobody cares for him!"
Mrs. Triggs had not paid much attention to the conversation, but she now turned her head
sharply round.
"Is that my Tom you be speakin' of? His mother cares for him more'n all the world! He was
such a handsome baby—took arter his father—who were a fine, upstandin' man, but with a
taste for the beer. Tom be made arter the same pattern. An' I says if God and Natur' made
him so, why blame the poor lad? An' he never have given his mother an unkind word!"
"I like Tom very much," Harebell answered her eagerly. "And when Aunt Diana comes back
I'll beg her with tears to let me go and see him, and I'll find him a wife as quick as ever I
can!"
"A wife?" screamed the old woman. "You let my Tom be! What do he want a wife for? He
have a good home, and there isn't a girl in this village who'd do him aught but harm. Idle
worthless hussies they be! Go on with you! A wife, indeed!"
Harebell looked frightened. She said good-bye and slipped away. Miss Triggs said in a
whisper to her:
"Never you mind mother, dear. She don't mean to be rude, but she don't take kindly to a
wife for Tom, and I can't say he ought to have one, unless his heart gets changed, and his
life too!"
Harebell went back to the Rectory slowly and thoughtfully, but when she found Peter and
Nan had put up a swing in the orchard, and were enjoying themselves upon it, she joined
them gleefully. They forgot their squabble, and she was a happy light-hearted child again.
The return of her aunt was the next event. Mrs. Garland kept her till after the arrival, and
when Harebell went home the next day, the whole house seemed to have altered its ways.
There was a man's coat and hat in the hall. A strange man-servant was sitting in the
pantry talking to Andy. A little cheerful bustle pervaded the house. There was a smell of
tobacco in the morning-room. Two or three newspapers and pipes lay on the table.
Mrs. Keith came out of the drawing-room to greet Harebell. The child was so startled at the
difference in her aunt's face that all fear of her vanished. Putting up her slim little arms,
she clasped her round the neck.
"Your ice has gone!" she exclaimed. "Oh, I'm so very glad!"
And Mrs. Keith did not stare, or frown, or reprove her coldly for such words. She looked
tired, but very happy, and there was a light and softness in her eyes that had never been
there before. "Would you like to see your uncle? You must be very quiet, as he is quite an
invalid at present. But I have told him about you. Come this way."
Harebell trod on tip-toe, with eager eyes and a beating heart. On a couch near the open
window was a grey-haired man propped up with pillows. His hands looked white and thin;
his face was lined with pain; he had a hooked nose, and thick bushy eyebrows, but when
he saw Harebell, both his lips and eyes smiled.
"The little niece! Come and welcome a poor old sick soldier, who isn't worth the trouble he
gives."
"I'm so very glad you're here," said Harebell standing before him with clasped hands. "Me
and God have talked you over often, and God seemed to tell me He would send you back
soon."
If Colonel Keith was surprised at such a welcome, he did not show it. He looked at his wife,
and his eyes grew soft and tender. Then he spoke to Harebell.
"Life deals hardly with those who quarrel with her. Don't you let your passions ever get
mastery of your love, little woman."
"And there is no need that you should," said her aunt a little sharply.
Colonel Keith put his hand on his wife's arm, as she stood by his couch. Her voice softened
at once.
"Come and sit down and talk to your Uncle Herbert; I must go away for a little. I have
letters to write."
So Harebell took a chair by the couch, and when her aunt had left the room, her tongue
began to move, and she poured into her uncle's ear a flood of talk. She told him of her
home in India, of Chris, of the Rectory children, of Tom Triggs and his sister and his
mother, of Fanny Crake and her mother, and the little cottage. But she did not talk much of
her aunt, and Colonel Keith noticed the omission. Harebell found him as good a listener as
Mr. Graham. She ended up by saying impulsively:
"I do like you so much, Uncle Herbert! You quite understand what I mean. I haven't to
keep explaining; Andy thinks me quite easy and understandable, he says, but Goody is
always saying I amaze her. I've always said I like men better than I do women."
"But you can't and must not like me better than your aunt!" expostulated Colonel Keith.
"You don't know what trouble I brought upon her by my hot temper and wicked pride! She
has suffered, and yet now has no reproach upon her lips. I'm a bad lot, and she's a saint!"
Harebell did not answer for a minute; then she said solemnly:
Certainly she found life much gayer now. Her aunt and uncle were much together, and she
was left more than ever to her own devices; but when she was with them at meals, her
busy tongue was no longer repressed. Her uncle encouraged her to talk, and liked to hear
all about her lessons and play. Her aunt's voice was getting softer, her smiles were more
frequent. And as for Andy, his old face was radiant with happiness.
"Ah! The good old times have come back," he said to Harebell. "The days of mourning are
over for this old house."
"I haven't to hush about the house any more, I can almost make as much noise as they do
at the Rectory."
It was not very long before she begged permission from her aunt to go and see Tom Triggs
again. Mrs. Keith did not actually refuse her; but she said she must wait. And then one day
at the Rectory, Nan informed her that Tom was very nearly well, and was going away from
the village altogether. Harebell was much surprised, and rather uneasy.
"Why is he going away? How can he leave his mother? Oh, I must see him, and ask him all
about it."
It happened to be a Saturday, and every Saturday, Harebell dined at the Rectory and spent
her half-holiday there.
"We'll go and see him this afternoon," suggested Nan. "Peter wants to see him, don't you,
Peter? Tom is making him a box with lock and key to keep his birds' eggs in. He's out of
hospital, and living with his mother."
"That will be lovely!" exclaimed Harebell. It was only when she was actually starting with
them, that she remembered her aunt had not given her permission to do it. With a little
hesitation, she told Nan and Peter that perhaps she had better not go.
"Go home and ask your aunt," said Peter; but Nan vehemently opposed this suggestion.
"We have no time. It's such a long way off; and if we go to the village, we can go on to the
woods and have some fun."
Harebell hesitated.
"I'll go," cried Peter, "on my bicycle. I'll go, and catch you up before you get to the village."
Peter had only lately owned a bicycle, so he liked to use it on every occasion.
"That will be jolly! And I don't believe Aunt Diana will say 'no' to you."
He rode off at full speed, and the little girls walked in the direction of the village. They had
barely reached it before he overtook them.
"Yes," he said.
She skipped for joy. Tom's future held a big place in her thoughts, and she was delighted
to see him again.
"Oh, do come on," she besought the others when the village sweet shop brought them to a
standstill.
He wheeled his cycle up to the shop, leant it against the wall, and then disappeared inside.
Nan followed him.
Harebell stamped with impatience: then determined not to wait for them, and walked on
quickly to Mrs. Triggs' cottage.
Colonel Keith was coming out of the post office and met her. He was rapidly getting
stronger, and now got about in a low pony trap, which for the present, he hired.
"Hulloa!" he said. "Where are you going?"
"I'm with Peter and Nan. We're going to see Tom Triggs. He's going away."
Colonel Keith knew all about the forbidden visits; for Harebell had besought him to help
her, and he had been doing his best in that way.
"Oh yes," Harebell said with assurance; "she has given me leave to-day."
"And is it to be a wife, or work, or a cottage?" Harebell laughed, and ran on. She was
breathless when she stood at the cottage door.
Tom himself came to open it, and smiled all over his face when he saw who it was.
"Oh, Tom, dear Tom, don't go away! Do stay and have a little cottage here. I don't want
you to go."
"Near as good as ever 'twas! You see, missy, I be what you call going on the tack. And I
have an offer of work in a town firm. 'Tis a contrac' for some big house, ten mile or so
away. 'Twill be a change and a beginning! But I ain't goin' so very far arter all!"
Harebell smiled.
"Did you get any message about Fanny? That's what she said—the drinking to be given up
first, and then the work and then the wife?"
"That there Fanny be too forward. Her must wait till her is axed!"
"Oh, but I asked her; I besoughted her; I begged her with all my heart, to marry you just
as you were, and very quickly too! She was a great disappointment to me; I did hope she
would have married you directly you came out of hospital!"
Tom threw his head back, and laughed aloud. There was a clearer look in his eyes, and he
held his head higher than he had ever done before.
"I shan't sit down and cry, if her don't want me," he said. "I can't keep a wife just at
present. The girls be too expensive in these days."
Harebell was silent. This seemed quite a new Tom; a man who could scorn a wife was
beyond her comprehension.
"And you're never going to a nasty public-house again?"
"Ay, well, there be no tellin'; but I ain't visitin' the 'Black Swan' just now."
"Tom," said Harebell looking up at him with solemn eyes, "are you through?"
"Through the Door? You know I almost think you are. And I believe that's the first thing of
all to be done. I wonder if you did it first."
"I wonder," said Tom, in a low grave voice, looking over Harebell's head as he spoke.
"I wish you'd tell me. Because we'd be on the same side, then. I ask God every day to
keep me on the right side, the inside you know, and not to let me run out."
Peter's shrill voice coming up the garden-path interrupted them. There was no more
opportunity for serious talk. Tom took the children to the backyard where he was working,
and for half an hour they stayed there chattering and watching him complete Peter's egg-
box. Then they left him, and went on to the woods, where they had a very happy time.
"Haven't we had a jolly afternoon? And isn't Tom Triggs nice? Quite different to when he
was drinking!"
"I want to tell you a secret. Go on, Nan; it isn't for you."
Nan laughed.
"I'm not a bit curious. You never have interesting secrets, Peter."
She obligingly crossed the road. Peter sank his voice to a whisper.
"You needn't think your aunt gave you leave to go and see Tom, for she didn't. You'd
better keep quiet about it, and not let her know you went."
"Don't shout, you stupid! I did go to ask her; but she was out, so I couldn't!"
"But you told a lie! You said she had given me leave."
"I didn't!" said Peter, a little sullenly. "You asked me if you could go, and I said, 'Yes.' I
didn't say anything about your aunt!"
"There's nothing to make a fuss about! I didn't tell a lie. You needn't say a word about
going to Tom. Tell her you went to the woods, if she asks you."
"But I met Uncle Herbert, and told him I was going to Tom, and I told him aunt had given
me leave to go!"
"Look here, Harebell, don't you get me into a row. Don't split, will you? You aren't a sneak,
and it would be awfully mean to tell tales. You see, your aunt and uncle are coming to
dinner to-night at our house, and they'd make a row over it. I only wanted you to have a
good time. I needn't have interfered at all, and it wasn't a lie, and of course they'd think it
was, they'd never understand. I'll never forgive you if you split!"
"Such a fuss about nothing!" he muttered. "I don't expect your aunt will care where you've
been. You can tell her you had to come with us; you couldn't help yourself."
"I have told lies myself in India, but not since I've been in England. I couldn't have done it,
as you did!"
Peter left her and joined Nan. They were rather a constrained trio for the rest of their walk.
Nan remarked—
When they reached the Rectory, Harebell said good-bye. She kissed Nan, but turned her
back on Peter.
CHAPTER IX
IN DISGRACE
HAREBELL had her tea in the schoolroom alone, as she very often did. Andy waited upon
her.
"There be visitors in the drawin'-room," he said. "'Tis like old times, gentlemen a-comin'
here! For years we've had nothing but ladies, and a few on them. Sir Robert Ferguson and
his lady have been to tea, and the Colonel be quite spry. What have you been a-doin' to-
day? Somethin' to get a scoldin' for! Mistress says to me, 'Tell Miss Harebell to go to her
bedroom after she has finished her tea, and stay there till I come to her.'
"Then she knows," said poor Harebell with a deep sigh. "Did she look very angry, Andy?"
"Very cold and quiet," said Andy. "What have you been doin'?"
"Best not. I've given you the message exack'ly as it were given me!"
Harebell's tea almost choked her. She left it unfinished and went upstairs.
"It's no good," she said to herself as she sat down disconsolately in her little chair by the
window, "to say I'm not frightened of Aunt Diana, because I am; and she'll say I've
disobeyed her, and so I did. And I never, on my word and honour, meant to be naughty to-
day. God knows about me; that is one comfort. He knows I didn't mean to be naughty. And
as for Peter, he's the wickedest, meanest boy I ever knew, and I don't think I shall ever be
friends with him again!"
When she heard her aunt's step at last, she stood up with a beating heart.
To her aunt, as she came into the room, Harebell looked the picture of guilt.
Mrs. Keith's face was very hard and stern. "I have come," she said, "to have some
explanation from you of your conduct this afternoon. You not only directly disobeyed me,
and went off to see that drunken man, but you told your uncle a lie, and said that you had
my permission to do so. Do you remember what I told you when you first came here about
lies?"
"Yes," said Harebell miserably. "I remember quite well, but I haven't told a lie, I really
haven't."
"Don't try to cover up one lie with another; that is only making matters worse."
"I don't know," faltered Harebell; "it was—was a mistake. I—I thought you'd given me
leave."
"How can you have the face to say such a thing to me? You know I did not."
Her aunt looked at her with an expression of disgust. "I suppose I was foolish to think that
you were a truthful child. My eyes are open now. If you had only frankly confessed, I might
have regarded it more leniently. However, I keep my word, I shall send you to school after
the summer holidays. Never will I have a child in my house who deceives, or tries to
deceive me."
"Oh," she sobbed in the depths of her despair, "if you were God, you'd understand!"
"Don't add hypocrisy to lies," said her aunt sharply. "You are not to come downstairs to-
night. Go to bed, and remember that I might have forgiven your disobedience—but I will
never forgive lying!"
"I shall never, never be happy again! I'm not a liar, I'm not even disobedient; it's all a
muddling mistake, and it's Peter, and not me, who ought to be punished!"
"He'll go on living and people will think him a good boy, and I shall be thought a liar for
ever and ever! And school is a prison, and—oh, I never thought of it! I shall have to leave
my darling Chris! My heart will be broken. I wish I could die!"
She lay there sobbing her heart out, and Goody, entering the room later, was much
astonished and alarmed.
"I ought to be in bed," she said slowly. "Aunt Diana said I was to go. She thinks I've told a
lie, and I haven't, Goody, and I'm to be sent to school in disgrace."
"Dearie me! What an upset! You must get hold of the Colonel. He'll put things right."
"He thinks I told him a lie. He won't help me. I'm what you call doomed, Goody."
She began to undress. She would give no explanation to Goody, for fear of inculpating
Peter.
She heard a carriage come to take her uncle and aunt to dinner at the Rectory.
She wondered if her aunt would tell them all there of her wickedness; and if so, how Peter
would feel when he heard it. She began to hope that perhaps his conscience would compel
him to confess and to clear her. But she remembered that Nan said once that Peter never
owned himself to be in the wrong.
Goody went away at last, and she was left alone in bed.
It was hours before she slept, and when she did, she dreamt that a school-mistress with
flaming red curls and bony hands was pushing her down some steep steps into a dark
cellar!
When the morning came, she wondered at first what awful thing had happened to her. The
birds were singing. It was a lovely sunshiny morning in June, and when she remembered
the trouble in which she was, she felt that some help would come to her.
"Aunt Diana won't really send me away. Peter will be sorry and tell."
Yet as she dressed, fear overcame hope. She ran softly downstairs and made her way to
the stable. Chris neighed in delight when he heard her step, and rubbed her all over with
his nose. Of course he was told all, and Harebell clasped him passionately round the neck.
"If they send me away from you, I shall die," she assured him.
Then the prayer bell rang, and she slowly went into the house. Her uncle did not come
down to breakfast, but had it in his room. He was still quite an invalid. Mrs. Keith hardly
spoke to her, but as she was leaving the breakfast-table, she said:
"Are you ready to confess the lie you told? Are you sorry?"
"I feel," she said, "if I said I had told a lie, that would be a lie."
"You will be in disgrace till you do confess," said her aunt shortly.
She could hardly say "Good Morning" to Peter. Nan asked her at once what was the matter,
and Harebell looked Peter straight in the face as she said:
"I'm in disgrace. Aunt Diana says I've told a lie, when I haven't. I'm going to be sent away
to school, and I shall never come back again!"
"Oh yes, you will," said Peter fast and eagerly, whilst his cheeks got hot and red. "School is
awfully jolly; and you always come home in the holidays. I wish I could get sent to school.
No such luck for me."
"School is enchanting," said Nan. "A girl in the next village goes to a boarding-school, and
she loves it. I don't pity you, if you go to school, Harebell."
"You'll have him in the holidays," said Peter; "and p'raps dad will keep him for you when
you're away, and we'll exercise him for you!"
This was too much for Harebell. She turned upon Peter in a blazing fury.
"I hate you! I'd like Chris to kick you off and tread on you, if you ever dare to ride him. He
knows all about you. I've told him. And I've told God, too, and I'll never play with you
again, and I won't speak to you, and if you leave any of your birds' eggs about, I will
smash them in bits!"
"What has Peter done to provoke such an outburst?" Mrs. Garland said.
Harebell flung herself into her arms.
"I can't say, but I never tell lies, do I? Do I? Aunt Diana says I do."
"She's going to be sent to school, and she doesn't like it," said Nan. "Her aunt is angry
with her."
Mrs. Garland tried to discover what had happened, but neither Peter nor Harebell would
tell her, and Nan was as much in the dark as she was.
Miss Forster interrupted them, and lessons began. Harebell naturally did hers very badly,
but Miss Forster saw she was much upset and made allowances. When twelve o'clock
came, they went into the garden to play. Harebell left the others, and wandered round the
paths in the shrubbery, feeling very miserable.
"I'm not a bit like a child who is inside the Door," she told herself. "I've been in a temper
with Peter, and I'm sure I oughtn't to be. Jesus Christ wasn't angry when He was ill-
treated, and I know He doesn't want me to be. But it's very hard not to call Peter names.
He is the meanest—sneakiest—oh, I mustn't! But how can I love him when it's all his fault,
and not mine at all!"
It was a hard struggle with Harebell. Her sense of justice was great, and her punishment
she knew was not deserved. But before she left the Rectory she went up to Peter.
"I'm sorry I said I would like to smash your eggs. I won't. I'll try and forgive you. But
you're making me awfully miserable, and you know you are."
"You're making a fuss about nothing," he said; "you chose to think I meant what I didn't
mean. It was only a mistake."
He was feeling miserable too, but he would not allow it, and tried to make excuses for
himself.
"Such a fuss!" he repeated to himself. "It isn't worth thinking about. I'm sure Mrs. Keith
won't really send her to school. She'll forget all about it in a few days."
When Harebell went home she found her uncle pacing the garden paths. He called her to
him cheerily, and wished her "Good morning" as usual.
"Very badly," said Harebell, shaking her head. "I've an extra lesson to learn for not
attending; but my soul was in such a state, that I couldn't work at sums, so they got
jumbled up."
Her uncle sat down on the garden seat and drew her to him.
"Tell me about it, little woman."
Harebell worked her fingers in and out of his coat buttonhole nervously.
"Do you think I told you a lie yesterday? I didn't. It was a mistake, not a lie, and Aunt
Diana won't believe me."
"If Aunt Diana was to burn me, or flog me, or drown me, I couldn't say anything but that I
didn't tell a lie!"
"Try and explain," said her uncle gently. "Your aunt has such a horror of deceit and lying
that perhaps she did not give you time to speak."
"I can't tell her. She won't believe me. But oh, Uncle Herbert, I can't live without Chris. If
she sends me away from him, I shall die. I shall never live to come back. Please don't let
her send me away to school."
"Harebell, go into the house. Until you confess your fault you are in disgrace."
Harebell turned disconsolately away. Colonel Keith said something to her aunt, which she
could not hear, but she heard her aunt's clear cold voice reply:
"It is her mother over again! I warned her when she came to me. There is no mistake. She
disobeyed, told a lie, and sticks to it. I will not undertake the charge of her any more. I
shall send her to a strict school, for I will not be responsible for her training."
The following days were very unhappy ones. She grew very quiet, moped about the house,
lost her appetite, did not sleep at nights, and got a peaked white look upon her face. But
as time passed, she grew accustomed to her aunt's cold displeasure, and as no more was
said, began to hope that perhaps she would not carry out her threat.
The summer holidays came. The Rectory children went away to the seaside with their
parents.
For over a month, Harebell had not been allowed to ride out on Chris; but now, owing to
her uncle's intercession, she was permitted to begin her rides again.
Mrs. Keith hardly ever took any notice of her, but at last one day she called her to her.
"I have made all arrangements about school, and you will go next Monday. Goody will take
you. The school is at Eastbourne."
"You have still four days before you. If you will frankly confess, and express real sorrow for
the lie you told, I may be induced to forgive you. Your uncle has made me promise that I
will."
Harebell's lips quivered, but she said nothing. She knew there was no hope now. Peter was
away, and was not coming home till after Monday. Unhappy as she was, the thought never
crossed her mind that she might break her promise to Peter.
She watched Goody pack her clothes; Miss Triggs had come round to make her some new
frocks, but she, as well as Andy and Goody, considered that going to school was nothing so
very bad after all. The only comfort that came to her was hearing from Miss Triggs that
Tom was getting on splendidly; he had signed the pledge and was keeping it.
"He's a first-class workman, Tom is, when he's sober, and we've heard his master thinks no
end of him."
Harebell was nearly desperate when Sunday came, and when she laid her head on her
pillow in the evening a tempting plan came into her head.
This was to get up very early on Monday morning, saddle Chris, and ride off with him out
of reach of all the people who were taking part in sending her to school.
"I shall go along and get my food in farmhouses where they make nice hot bread and have
cream with their porridge. I have five shillings of my own, and that will last a long time. I
will get lost where no one can find me. And then Peter will be sorry and confess what he
did, and aunt will be sorry too!"
The more she thought about this the more easy and delightful it seemed to be.
"Aunt Diana wants to get rid of me, and, if I go away, she'll be glad!"
CHAPTER X
A LITTLE RUNAWAY
IT was a lovely summer morning. Harebell woke up a little before five o'clock. With a set
determined face she got up and dressed herself, stepping about her room as quietly as
possible. She tied up a nightgown and brush and comb and toothbrush in a bundle. Then
she began to think that she might want more clothes than that. She took a few things out
of her drawers, and put them into a red cotton bag which she tied round her waist.
Then on tip-toe, she stole downstairs, and softly unbolted the back-door. It was easy then
to find her way to the stable. Andy had taught her how to saddle Chris, and in about half
an hour's time she had got free of the house, and was cantering along the country lanes.
Then she remembered that she had not said her prayers. Her conscience began to trouble
her. Was this like a child of the Kingdom? Harebell refused to let herself think. In a
whisper, she gabbled over her prayers; for she felt that she wanted God to take care of
her, though she did not mean to mention her plan in her prayers to Him.
The fresh air and the birds' singing did not seem as enjoyable to her, as she expected they
would be. She passed through the village as quickly as she could, and took the road that
the signpost said led to London.
"Everybody goes to London," she said. "But I will stop before I get there. I'll find a nice
pretty farm, with apples in the garden, and they'll give me some breakfast."
But as time passed she began to feel hungry, and no pretty farm came in sight. The
country was singularly desolate. She came upon two or three small cottages by the
wayside, and an inn; but none of these seemed to her attractive enough for breakfast. At
last she turned up a leafy lane.
"I must try and lose myself thoroughly, Chris," she said; "so that nobody can possibly find
me and take me back. I feel quite frightened now, when I think of Aunt Diana finding me
gone. How very angry she'll be!"
Childlike, she was living entirely in the present. Her future never troubled her. The lane
wound about in a wonderful way, then suddenly ended. A white gate appeared and a high
wall on either side of it.
She found the gate open and rode up a neglected drive; nettles and rank grass flourished
on either side of a mossy road. Overgrown shrubs and thick trees lined the way.
"It's like the palace grounds of the Sleeping Beauty. I wish I could have a real adventure."
The drive seemed an interminable distance to her, but at last, to her great delight, she saw
a big grey house in the distance. It looked still and deserted.
When she came up to the big flight of steps leading up to the front door she persuaded
herself that it was, indeed, the Sleeping Palace. Slipping off Chris, she let him turn aside to
munch at the long grass on the lawn, and then mounted the steps with eager expectancy.
Would the door open at her touch? Would she go in and find the remains of feasting in the
great hall, and the servants all asleep at their posts?
Alas! the door was fast shut and barred, the windows were shuttered, and through a small
peephole in a broken shutter, she saw that the inside of the house was empty and
unfurnished.
Slowly and reluctantly she turned away; then, seeing a side path near the house, she ran
along it, wondering if the back of the house would prove more cheerful than the front. She
found a side door, and to her joy, as she turned the handle and pushed, it yielded to her
touch. The next moment, she was inside a long wide passage. It was light, and looking up,
she saw there was a big glass dome high up in the centre. Rather fearfully she made her
way along, till she reached the centre hall. A great staircase wound up to a gallery round
it. She was just mounting the stairs, when she suddenly heard a man's laugh.
Now she was frightened. Into her brain rushed stories of ogres, giants, burglars, and
criminals. Panic seized her; she fled back along the passage, missed her way, got into
another part of the house, and could not find an open door anywhere. Then she screamed.
It seemed like some hideous nightmare. She beat and kicked against a door with her
hands and feet. The horrible thought came to her that she had been purposely locked in,
and that some wicked man would come and kill her.
Suddenly, from behind, a big hand laid hold of her shoulder. She screamed louder than
ever in real terror, and then she turned to confront Tom Triggs, and to hear him say with a
little gasp of bewilderment:
The next moment a door was opened and she was in the fresh air, with the sun shining and
the birds singing, and Chris still calmly munching the grass a little distance off. It took
some minutes to soothe and calm her, but Tom did it. He was in his working clothes, with
his carpenter's apron on, and looked strangely out of place in this great empty house.
"It's the funniest thing out that you should have come straight to the very house I'm
workin' at. Me and my mates were havin' our breakfast in the back yard. We are doin'
repairs to the stables, and all on a sudden we heard a scream, and it seemed to come
from inside the house, an' I come along to find out whether it be a ghost or a h'owl, and
then I catches sight of you a-beatin' your fists against a door. Now, do you just tell me
what has brought you here. Did you come to find out whether good-for-nothing Tom were
keeping off the drink?"
Harebell smiled through her tears, but she kept a tight clutch of Tom's hand.
"I didn't think of you. I didn't know you were here. I was a dreadful coward, but I felt I
was lost a good deal more than I meant to be. And generally when I'm frightened, I ask
God to take care of me; but I couldn't, and I felt He was a million miles away from me,
and wouldn't dream of coming near me. And then I knew it was because I must have run
outside the Door, and wasn't safe any more!"
She spoke with feverish intensity. Tom looked at her and then at Chris in a puzzled sort of
way. Then he sat her down on the broad balustrade at the bottom of the steps.
"Take yer time, missy. Tell me just how you come to be so far away from home this
morning!"
Then Harebell poured it all out, every bit of her trouble. She felt that she could even tell
Tom about Peter's deceit, after making him promise that he would not tell any one. And
Tom listened and rubbed his head, and then delivered his verdict.
"You must go back, missy; there's no help for it. You must get you back!"
Harebell began to cry. She was tired and hungry. She began to wonder how she had dared
to run away in such a fashion.
"I s'pose you haven't got a cottage yet? Couldn't you take me somewhere? I'm afraid of
Aunt Diana now. She'll never forgive me!"
"You must get you back," Tom repeated with conviction. "It be bad you're comin' off in that
fashion, but every hour you stay away, it be badder!"
"Oh yes, you can! I'll come a bit of the way with you, and if you trot your pony pretty fast,
you'll get home not so very late for breakfast after all. Would you like a sip of hot tea? You
wait here a minute."
He disappeared, but soon came back with a hot tin of tea, and some bread and cheese.
"'Tis mos' remarkable you comin' away in a straight line to the house which I be workin'
on! How did you do it now?"
Harebell drank the tea thirstily, then she looked at Tom gravely.
"I s'pose God brought me to you, so that you would tell me how wicked I was, and send
me back. I used to think when I first knew about you, Tom, that you were much wickeder
than I was. Now it's me that is wicked, and you're trying to make me good. It's dreadfully
wicked to run away, isn't it? Almost as bad as telling a lie."
"It's a poor thing to do—to run away," said Tom slowly; "but I don't know that I ain't just
done it myself! You see, I knowed how my old pals would be gettin' over me, so I come
away twelve mile off to make a fresh start where I couldn't be baited!"
"But you didn't run away from home, Tom. Your mother and sister knew you were coming."
"Bless their hearts, that they did! And I be gettin' along fine. And some day I hopes I'll
come back and be able to look my fellow-creatures straight in the face. For I shan't be
feared then o' nobody. An' I do allow 'tis a happy thing to feel inside the Kingdom's Door,
missy. I humbly 'ope I've crawled through, and the Lord be holdin' my feet straight, and
my mouth from even wanting the accursed stuff; and He have got me by His hand, so I
just steps behind Him, and He goes first."
"Oh, Tom dear, I'm so very glad. I always did know you would get through soon. When did
you do it?"
"Well, I can't rightly say as to day an' hour—but I had a try in hospital, and then agen at
home—an' it seemed to me as one day I was for goin' in, an' the next for comin' out, an' I
didn't get much forrarder, so at last I gets down on my knees and tells the Lord He must
please do it all Hisself, for I were come to the Door an' He must do the rest. Bless His
name, He seemed to stoop right down an' get hold of me—a reg'lar safe grip—and there I
be—very afeared of myself, but very sure o' Him!"
"And do you think I've been naughty and so He's put me outside? Oh, Tom, do you think
you're inside now and I'm outside?"
Harebell's lips were quivering.
"I ain't no scholar, missy, but there be one chapter in the Bible I reads over and over and
over! 'Tis the one you mentioned first about the Door. If we be inside the Door, I take it we
be in the sheepfold; and if we be in the sheepfold, we be the sheep; and if we be the
Lord's sheep, He has us safe, sure enough, for it says, 'Neither shall any man pluck them
out of My hand.' You be right enough—just a slip—and you're a-goin' back now to say
you're sorry—an' I'm a-comin' a bit o' the way with ye!"
"I haven't said my prayers properly this morning," Harebell confessed with shame. "I
gabbled them through. I'll just speak to God here, if you go away—and tell Him I'm sorry."
Tom moved away, rolled up his apron, then caught Chris, and by the time he joined
Harebell again, the cloud was off her face.
She mounted Chris, and Tom walked by her side till they reached the high-road.
"There!" he said. "Now 'tis a straight road home, and you can't miss it. Good-bye, little
missy; and just put up a prayer for good-for-nothing Tom, will you?"
"I will," promised Harebell, "but p'r'aps You'll never see me again. I'm goin' to be sent to
school, you know."
"Ay, 'twas through me, you be in this trouble! Well, p'r'aps I can help of 'ee out."
The little girl added, "And you mustn't tell about Peter, you promised not to; and I don't
mean to tell."
He looked after her in perplexity. "If I were a scholar now! But I'll venture on it!"
And Harebell rode on home, feeling more and more frightened and unhappy as she drew
nearer the village.
"It all seems as bad as it can be, and when I say I've seen Tom, Aunt Diana will think I
went to him on purpose, and it will make her angrier still!"
Presently she met Andy at the entrance to the village. He threw up his hands.
"Ay! You naughty child, we've all turned out to catch ye! To think of your going off for a
ride this very morning when you're to go to school."
Harebell did not answer. Even Andy, her friend, was scolding her.
The house was reached. Andy took her pony, and when Harebell reached the front door,
her aunt met her in the hall.
"Come in here," she said. "Where have you been? Did you not know a cab was coming at
ten o'clock to take you to the station? It is now nearly eleven."
She drew her into the morning-room. Colonel Keith was not there. Harebell's heart sank
within her. She looked up at her aunt. Somehow or other, Mrs. Keith was not looking as
angry as she had expected.
"I am very sorry, Aunt Diana, but I meant to run away and never come back again; I quite
meant to. And—and—I met Tom—I didn't mean to meet him—he and me think God
managed it, and—and—he made me come home again."
"At an old, old house far away. I found it by accident and—" here Harebell's love of
romance seized her, and she forgot she was in disgrace—"do you know it was exactly like
the palace of the Sleeping Beauty. It was still and silent, and the weeds were enormous;
and I quite hoped to see everybody asleep, and all that was left of the feast. And then I
got into the house and found it empty and dark, and I was dreadfully frightened, and I
couldn't find my way out, and I thought I was locked in; and then I screamed and
screamed, and Tom heard me and came to me, and he's the carpenter who's mending the
stable there!"
Her aunt was silent for a moment. She seemed to be turning over things in her mind.
Harebell put her arm out timidly and touched her aunt's arm.
"Do please forgive me, Aunt Diana. I know it was wicked of me to run away. I knew when I
did it that it was, and that made it worse, didn't it!"
"It was Tom. I wasn't even going to do it for him, but when he told me he was inside the
Door of the Kingdom and would never drink any more, I was so glad, it made me—well, it
made something different in my heart—and I knew I must come back if you—if you
whipped me to death!"
"I have never yet raised my hand against you," her aunt said gravely.
"No, but I thought you might," Harebell replied quickly. "I thought of such a lot of things
you could do to me; but, you know, it was God and Tom who made me come back. I had
to."
"It was exceedingly naughty of you to think of running away. If you had gone on, you
might have met with accidents. We should, of course, have followed you and brought you
back before the day was over. And nothing then would have prevented my sending you to
school to-morrow. A little girl who acts like that wants a great deal more discipline than I
can give her. But as you turned back of your own accord, I am going to forgive you. I have
received a letter from Mrs. Garland this morning. If you had been here at breakfast-time,
you would have heard about it. Of course, the letter has explained what you ought to have
explained to me long ago—"
"It seems that Peter has been unhappy a long time, and confessed to his mother yesterday
that he was the cause of your disobeying me. Why did not you tell me so before?"
"You had no right to promise such a thing. It was not being frank with me, and led me to
think what was not true—"
"I—I told you it was a mistake I made, and not a lie," said Harebell. "I couldn't explain
properly; I really couldn't, Aunt Diana."
Tears came into her eyes. She was relieved that she was cleared of untruthfulness, but she
still seemed to be in disgrace.
"I want to be fair with you, Harebell. I am deeply thankful to find that you did not tell me a
lie, and to think that I can still trust your word. And for the present, I shall not send you to
the school I intended for you. As I told you just now, if you had not come back of your own
accord, I should still have done it. But as it is, Miss Forster will still continue to teach you. I
am sorry to think that there is so little confidence between us that all this trouble has been
the result. You ought to have told Peter at once that you could not withhold truth from me.
You did not tell me an untruth, but you withheld the truth, and both are wrong. Do you
understand me?"
"Not if it helps to deceive. Your not telling about Peter helped to deceive me; and I acted
wrongly because of it. I want you to remember this, for people have made themselves and
others very miserable because of it. If shielding one person makes another act unjustly, it
is wrong. Now I shall say no more—you had better have some breakfast."
She stooped and kissed Harebell, then led her into the schoolroom, where some food was
awaiting her.
Harebell began to feel much happier, and when her uncle came in presently, and told her
how glad he was to hear that the mystery was all cleared up, she heaved a deep sigh and
said:
"I feel as if a heavy weight has lifted out of my chest. And now that aunt has forgiven me,
and I'm not going to school, may I tell you about Tom?"
CHAPTER XI
TOM'S LAST EFFORT
THAT very same evening, Mrs. Keith received an ill-written letter from Tom:
Mrs. Keith showed this to her husband. As Harebell was cleared, they did not tell her
anything about it, but Tom was written to and thanked for his intervention.
And very soon the Rectory party returned from the seaside. Peter and Harebell had a very
solemn interview. He was made by his mother to come up and tell Mrs. Keith exactly what
he had said; and then he apologised to Harebell.
She took his shamefaced apology very gravely. But when she began to relate to him her
runaway ride, he brightened up and was most interested.
"It's just like a story! What a pity you came back. I should have gone to sea!"
"I couldn't have. I couldn't have taken Chris with me. It was him I didn't like leaving."
"Girls never keep things up. They always get frightened and stop in the middle."
"What would you have felt like if I had never come back?"
Peter reflected.
"I think I should have told people it was my fault, and then I should have felt obliged to
run away after you to find you. That would have been good fun! I should have gone on the
donkey, and you bet I should have caught you up!" His eyes gleamed at the idea.
"I'm very glad I didn't go on. It's horrid if you feel you're quite alone in the world. I felt
when I was in that empty house, as if I had lost my friends and my home—and the most
awful thing of all—that I had lost God, and didn't belong to Him any more."
"I'm glad I'm not you, without a mother. Mother is ripping. She wasn't a bit angry when I
told her, only very sorry—and—well—loving. I was rather a cad, and, of course it was a lie
I told. I'm never going to tell another as long as I live. If I die for it, I won't!"
Lessons began again, and life went on with cheerful regularity, varied by picnics on half-
holidays, and later on by blackberrying and nutting expeditions. Harebell grew into a
strong rosy girl. Her aunt was fast losing her cold indifferent manner towards her, and
Harebell now chatted to her as freely and unconstrainedly as to any one else. Then the
winter came: but Harebell enjoyed the cold, and welcomed the frost and snow with delight
and interest.
Christmas was a most enjoyable time, and she and the Rectory children were inseparable
during the holidays.
When the New Year came, there was a good deal of sickness in the village, and many of
the old people died. Amongst them was Mrs. Crake and Mrs. Triggs. Tom came to his
mother's funeral, and the village hardly knew him. He had gone steadily on in the right
way, and was now a respectable sober hardworking man.
Mrs. Keith no longer objected to Harebell's interest in him, and one day she was allowed to
go to tea with Tom and his sister. She walked off very proudly, and was soon sitting up at a
well-spread table in the little front parlour.
Miss Triggs was in deep mourning and was rather sad. Harebell was too excited to be so.
She had never much cared for old Mrs. Triggs, who did not welcome her as a visitor, and
made no secret of her dislike to children. And now she could not pretend to mourn for her.
"Do you know, Miss Harebell, I may be going away?" said Miss Triggs with a sigh.
"You'll have to get somebody else to make your frocks for you. I've had an offer from an
uncle of ours, who is a big draper in Swansea. He wants me to go there and be one of the
skirt hands, and Tom and me have been talking it over, and I think I'd like to go."
"Oh, dear! This is dreadful news," said Harebell in dismay. "And who will live in your
cottage?"
"But won't Tom want it? You'll come back and live here again, won't you, Tom? I do want
you so much."
"Not yet awhile, missy. I'm feelin' a bit unsettled like. True, the Squire talked about wantin'
an estate carpenter now his head man be off to Canada: but that be too good a billet for
me. There be a small cottage, too, for the lucky chap who gets it—"
"Oh, but what a lovely thing for you! And then you'd get a wife. Do say you would, Tom.
And Fanny isn't married to anybody else, and now she's all alone, it would be just right,
wouldn't it, Miss Triggs? She has lost her mother as well as you."
Miss Triggs smiled, but Tom did not. He got rather red.
"Eh, dear? But you do go on about a wife; I ain't ready for one yet."
"I'll help you to get ready," said Harebell earnestly; "there seem a lot of cottages ready for
your wife. This one, and Fanny's, and the Squire's."
"Have one of these little cakes, dear," said Miss Triggs, who wished to change the
conversation.
Harebell ate the cake and thought hard. At length she said:
"You see, Tom, you've given up the beer, and you've got work, and now you've got
cottages all round you, and the wife is the last thing and the best of all."
"Well," said Miss Triggs, "I wouldn't go off and leave him, Miss Harebell, if he'd make his
home with me. But he won't. 'Tisn't disagreeableness; the fact is, he have kept on sendin'
his money home to mother, and he hasn't enough just now to start a house on his own,
and he have got proud, and won't let me pay the rent and such like."
"You have spent too much on me all these years," muttered Tom. "Now we'll let my affairs
bide for a bit, missy. Do you think you could find room in your home for a little chair I've
been making in my odd moments? I brought it back with me when I come—"
He went into the back kitchen and brought out a beautiful little rocking-chair, which he
presented to Harebell. Then he showed her some letters carved on the back:
F.T.T.
A.B.S.
I.T.D.
Harebell screamed with delight over the chair, but puzzled over the letters.
"I'm not a very good scholar, and my tools be not fine enough to carve words, but I've put
the first letter, see?"
"Oh, it's beautiful!" exclaimed Harebell. "And so clever! I am sure Aunt Diana will let me
have it, and I do adore a thing that rocks! It will be much nicer than a rocking-horse. I
used to have one of those in India."
Tom promised to bring it up that night; and Harebell was overwhelming in her thanks.
At last she had to leave her friends, and she trotted home. It seemed to her that it was not
chance that made her meet the Squire of the neighbourhood riding home from a hunt,
with two other gentlemen with him. It was too good an opportunity to be lost.
Harebell had often seen the Squire in church, and had spoken to him once when he had
been calling upon her uncle. She now stepped into the middle of the road and held up her
hand authoritatively.
The Squire reined up his horse with a good-natured laugh.
"Well, little maid, are you a suffragette? Or a policeman? What do you want?"
"I want you to stop to listen to me. Tom Triggs is a very good man, and a friend of mine,
and he can make beautiful rocking-chairs fit for a queen. Please take him as your
carpenter and give him a cottage."
"Upon my word! Tom Triggs! Who is he? Surely not that drunken loafer who spends his
days over his beer-pot!"
"Oh, that was long, long ago; he's quite a changed man; everybody says so. At least, he's
really the same, only much, much nicer."
"I know him," said one of the Squire's companions. "He's doing up the house I'm buying.
Tom Triggs—I know the chap. He isn't a bad workman. My foreman of works says he's the
most dependable of the whole lot out there."
"Now may I ask why you and he have chummed up together? An odd companion for you, I
should say."
"I liked him when he was wicked, because I'd never seen a wicked man before. And then—
well, you know I've been trying to get him to do things, and he's done them all except a
cottage and a wife. I could get the wife if you would give the cottage."
"This is most entertaining. So you can get wives for people. Could you get one for me? I
haven't one, you know."
"I don't know you well enough. Tom is a very great friend of mine. We talk over things,
specially since we're together inside the Door. That's the best thing of all he has done. He
has got right through and is quite safe."
"What door?"
"It's the Door of the Kingdom. He likes to call it the sheepfold, but it means the same. It
tells you all about it in the Bible."
"I really must see this wonderful carpenter. Send him up to see me—not to-day. To-
morrow morning about ten. I shall be in, and I'll have a talk with him."
He nodded to her, then rode on; and Harebell danced along the road for joy.
"He'll get that cottage, and then Fanny must marry him!"
She told her aunt all about it when she got home. Mrs. Keith told her she must not speak
to gentlemen whom she hardly knew when they were riding.
"It makes them think you're a most forward little girl," she said.
"I was so full of Tom, I didn't stop to think," said Harebell; "and he's made me the most
beautiful rocking-chair, Aunt Diana, and he's going to bring it round to-night. You'll let me
take it, won't you? And may I tell him the Squire wants to see him to-morrow?"
Permission was given. When Tom arrived, he looked quite confused when Harebell gave
him the message.
"Upon my word, missy, you don't let the grass grow under your feet! Why, you be just
wonderful with your tongue."
"And you'll tell me if you get the cottage, Tom? You'll tell me directly it's settled."
"There be not much chance of that, missy. The Squire have knowed me in the old days."
However, Tom had his interview with the Squire, and was taken on trial for a month, to his
unbounded pride and delight. Harebell went straight off to see Fanny Crake when she
heard of it.
Unfortunately, Fanny was away from home. But Harebell was not easily daunted. She came
home and procured a piece of paper. In large copper-plate writing she wrote on it:
"Please Fanny, Tom Triggs may have the Squire's cottage. Get ready
for his wife. From Harebell."
And then the next day she took the paper and slipped it underneath the door.
But she heard nothing from Fanny. And Tom was too busy at work to come near her.
Lessons and games and talks with everybody who came across her path now occupied her
time.
"I really dread the development of that child. I don't know which is busiest—her brain or
tongue. I hope she won't grow into a chattering woman. I found her having a long
dissertation to-day on the back doorstep with a wandering pedlar. She knows his history,
and all the names and ages of all his relations, for I heard her repeating it all to Andy in
the pantry."
"Oh, she's all right!" said Colonel Keith kindly. "She is interested in her fellow-creatures. It
is better to have one's interest circle round them than round oneself."
And then one day Harebell got a letter, and it was a letter that filled her small heart with
joy and satisfaction. It was from Tom Triggs:
"MY DEAR MISSY,—I have not yet wrote you a letter but I do so now
hoping this will find you well as it leaves me. I write to say the Squire,
he have give me the job and I thank you down to the ground for arsking
of him to do it. I have the cottage in the wood, and all is going on as you
said it ought. Nex April I hopes to get it, and mother's bits will stock it
fine. And Fanny Crake and me are walking out, for on looking round I
felt as how I ought to oblige you, and there seems no other to soot me,
and Fanny says your heart be terrible set on to it. So we hopes if things
go on well, to be husband and wife in April. Wishing you well.
"P.S. The best which has come to me is what I have not the learning to
speak on. But I am still I humbly trust, I. T. D."
She carried this letter all day about with her and slept with it under her pillow.
Her aunt found her one evening spelling it out to herself by the light of a candle.
"He's such a good kind of friend," said Harebell in her old-fashioned way, as she folded up
her letter and tucked it under her pillow. "He has done every single thing I wanted him to.
And not many friends do that, do they?"
"Perhaps not."
"It's just five things he has done, and the wife is the last and best of all."
"What things?"
"Well, first he gave up drinking, and then he got some work, and then he got his cottage,
and now he has got his wife."
"That is four."
"I s'pose the other thing is the really best thing," said Harebell, slowly and thoughtfully.
"He has put it last in his letter, but I really believe it came first of all."
"He came to the Door of the sheep and got through it into the sheepfold."
"Yes, that is the only thing that really matters," she murmured.
And then when she left the room, Harebell added to herself:
"And in April, I mean to go to tea with them in their cottage. I said from the very first I
would do it."
She hugged her letter as she spoke, then she fell asleep.
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