New Faces Part 9
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"I wish to say, John," she began, before any one else had time to speak, "that I've said _nothing_ to mother or d.i.c.k, and I think it would be better if you didn't. I can attend to the case if you leave it to me."
"Like you," said John shortly. "Who told you she is a 'case.' Mother,"
he went on addressing that gentle knitter by the fire, "I want you to come downstairs."
"She shall do nothing of the kind!" cried Edith, and as Mrs. Sedyard looked interrogatively from one to another of her children, her daughter swept on. "John must be crazy, I saw him come in with a--a person--who never ought to be in a house like this."
"I'd like to know why not?" stormed John. "You don't know a thing about her. _I_ don't know much for that matter, but when I came across her down on Union Square, just turned out of a shop where she had been working, mother, I made up my mind that I would bring her right straight home, and that Edith would be decent to her. You can see that Edith does not intend to be."
"But my dear boy," faltered Mrs. Sedyard, "was not that a very reckless thing to do? I know of an inst.i.tution where you could send her."
"Oh! yes, yes," said John. "And I suppose I might have handed her over to a policeman," he added, thinking of his attempt in this direction, "but I didn't. The sight of her so gentle and uncomplaining in that awful situation at this time of general rejoicing was too much for me."
He felt this to be so fine a flight and its effect upon d.i.c.k was so remarkable, that he went on in a voice, as his mother always remembered, "that positively trembled at times."
"How was I, a man strong and well-dowered, to pa.s.s heartlessly by like the Good Samaritan--"
"There's something wrong with that," d.i.c.k interposed.
But John was not to be deflected. "What, mother, would you have thought of your son if he left that beautiful figure--for she is beautiful--"
"You don't say," said d.i.c.k.
"To be buffeted by the waves of 'dead man's curve?'"
"Oh, how awful!" murmured the old lady. "How _perfectly_ dreadful."
It was at this point that d.i.c.k Van Plank unostentatiously left the room.
"But I didn't do it, mother," cried John, thumping his chest and anxious to make his full effect before the return of an enlightened and possibly enlightening d.i.c.k. "No, I thought of this big house, with only us three in it, and I said 'I'll bring her home.' Edith will love her. Edith will give her friends.h.i.+p, advice, guidance. She will even give her something to wear instead of the unsuitable things she has on. And what do I find?" He paused and looked around dramatically and warningly as d.i.c.k, with a beautified grin, returned. "Does Edith open her heart to her?
No. Does Edith open her arms to her? No. All that Edith opens to her is the door which leads--who can tell where, whither?"
"I can tell," said d.i.c.k, "it leads right straight to my little diggings.
If Edith throws her out, I'll take her in."
"Oh, n.o.ble, n.o.ble man," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed John remembering the emotional woman, "but ah! that must not be. I took her hand in mine--by the way, did I tell you, she has beautiful little hands, not at all what I should have expected."
"You did not," said d.i.c.k. "And now that'll be about all from you. You're just about through."
"My opinion is," said Edith darkly, "that you are both either crazy or worse."
"Go down and see her for yourself," urged d.i.c.k, "so quiet, so reserved--hus.h.!.+ hark! she's coming up. Now be nice to her whatever you feel! I'll be taking her away in a minute or two."
But it was Mary Van Plank who came in. Mary, all blooming and glowing from the cold.
"Who's that in the reception-room?" she asked when the greetings were over and she was warming her slender hands before the fire. "She's the prettiest dear. She was standing at the window and she smiled so sweetly at me as I came up the steps."
John looked at d.i.c.k.
"Yes," admitted that unabashed delinquent, "I left her at the window when I came up."
"Alas! poor child," sighed John, looking out into the night. "She'll be there soon."
"What is she going out for at this time?" Mary demanded. "I quite thought that she, too, had come to dinner. Who is she, Mrs. Sedyard?"
Upon her mother's helpless silence, Edith broke in with the story as she felt she knew it. Union Square, the discharged shopgirl, John's quixotic conduct. And John watched Mary with a lover's eye. He had not intended that she should be involved. A moment of her displeasure, even upon mistaken grounds, was no part of his idea of a joke.
But there was no displeasure in Mary's lovely face.
"Why, of course, he brought her home," she echoed Edith's indignant peroration. "What else could he do?"
"Well, for one thing he could have taken her to the Margaret Louise Home, that branch of the Y.W.C.A., on Sixteenth Street, only a few blocks from where he found her."
"Oh! Edith," Mary remonstrated. "The Maggie Lou! And you know they would not admit her. Who would take a friendless girl to any sort of an inst.i.tution at this season? John couldn't have done it! I think he's an old dear to bring her right straight home. Let's go down and talk to her. She must be wondering why we all leave her so long alone."
"No, you don't," said d.i.c.k. "Edith didn't tell you the whole story. The girl," and he drew himself up to a dignity based on John's, "is under _my_ protection."
"Your protection!" repeated his amazed sister.
"Precisely. _My_ protection. Edith declines to receive this helpless child. Therefore, I have offered her the shelter of my roof."
"His roof," explained Mary to Mrs. Sedyard, "is the floor of the hall bedroom above his. It measures about nine by six. So the thing to do, since of course, d.i.c.k is only talking nonsense, is to let me take the girl around to the studio until John and I can plan an uninst.i.tutional future for her."
"You may do just as you please," said Edith coldly. "I have given my opinion as to what should be done with her. It has been considered, by persons more experienced than you, the opinion of an expert. Girls of her history and standards are not desirable inmates for well-ordered homes. I shall have nothing to do with her."
"How about it, Mary?" asked her brother. "Are you willing to risk her in the high-art atmosphere of the studio?"
"I'm glad to," Mary answered. "It's not often that one gets a chance of being a little useful, and doesn't the Christmas Carol say, 'Good will to men.' I'm going down to see her now."
"You're a darling," cried John. "True blue right through. Now, we'll all go down and arrange the transfer. But, first, I want to give Edith one more chance. Do you finally and unreservedly--"
"I do," said Edith promptly.
"And you, Mary, are you sure of yourself? Suppose that, when you see her, you change your mind?"
"I've given my word,", she answered. "I promise to take her."
"That's all I want," said John.
"How could you, John? How could you?" sobbed Edith. "How could you tell us--?"
"I told you nothing but the absolute truth. I meant her to be your Christmas present, but you have resigned her 'with all her works and all her pomps' to Mary."
"Ah! but if I refuse to take her from Edith?" Mary suggested.
"Then I get her," answered d.i.c.k blithely, "and she'd be safer with me. I know what you two girls are thinking of. You are going to borrow her clothes and make a Cinderella of her. They are what you care about. But I love her for herself, her useless hands, her golden hair, her lovely smile--well, no, I guess we'll cut out the smile," he corrected when Maudie, agitated by the appraising hands of the two girls, swung her head completely round and beamed impartially upon the whole a.s.sembly.
"It don't look just sincere to me."
New Faces Part 9
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