"How can we help them otherwise, though!"
"Oh, we"ll fix up a place where they can sleep to-night, for one thing. And we"ll help them to start clearing away all the rubbish. They"ve got to have a new house, of course, and they can"t even start work on that until all this wreckage is cleared away."
"I wonder if they didn"t save some of their animals--their cows and horses," said Bessie. "It seems to me they might have been able to do that."
"I hope so, Bessie. But we"ll find out when we have dinner. I didn"t want to bother them with a lot of questions at first. Look, they seem to be a little brighter already."
The children of the family were already much brighter. It was natural enough for them to respond more quickly than their elders to the stimulus of the presence of these kind and helpful strangers, and they were running around, talking to the girls who were preparing dinner, and trying to find some way in which they could help.
And their mother began to forget herself and her troubles, and to watch them with brightening eyes. When she saw that the girls seemed to be fond of her children and to be anxious to make them happy, the maternal instinct in her responded, and was grateful.
"Oh, we"re going to be able to bring a lot of cheer and new happiness to these poor people," said Eleanor, confidently. "And it will be splendid, wont it, girls? Could anything be better fun than doing good this way? It"s something we"ll always be able to remember, and look back at happily. And the strange part of it is that, no matter how much we do for them, we"ll be doing more for ourselves."
"Isn"t it fine that we"ve got those blankets?" said Dolly. "If we camp out here to-night they"ll be very useful."
"They certainly will. And we shall camp here, though not in tents. Later on this afternoon, we"ll have to fix up some sort of shelter. But that will be easy. I"ll show you how to do it when the time comes. Now we want to hurry with the dinner--that"s the main thing, because I think everyone is hungry."
CHAPTER IV.
GETTING A START.
Often people who have been visited by great misfortunes become soured and suspect the motives of even those who are trying to help them. Eleanor understood this trait of human nature very well, thanks to the fact that as a volunteer she had helped out the charity workers in her own city more than once. And as a consequence she did not at all resent the dark looks that were cast at her by the poor woman whose every glance brought home to her more sharply the disaster that the fire had brought.
"We"ve got to be patient if we want to be really helpful," she explained to Dolly Ransom, who was disposed to resent the woman"s unfriendly aspect.
"But I don"t see why she has to act as if we were trying to annoy her, Miss Eleanor!"
"She doesn"t mean that at all, Dolly. You"ve never known what it is to face the sort of trouble and anxiety she has had for the last few days. She"ll soon change her mind about us when she sees that we are really trying to help. And there"s another thing. Don"t you think she"s a little softer already?"
"Oh, she is!" said Bessie, with shining eyes. "And I think I know why--"
"So will Dolly--if she will look at her now. See, Dolly, she"s looking at her children. And when she sees how nice the girls are to them, she is going to be grateful--far more grateful than for anything we did for her. Because, after all, it"s probably her fear for her children, and of what this will mean to them, that is her greatest trouble."
Dinner was soon ready, and when it was prepared, Eleanor called the homeless family together and made them sit down.
"We haven"t so very much," she said. "We intended to eat just this way, but we were going on a little way. Still, I think there"s plenty of everything, and there"s lots of milk for the children."
"Why are you so good to us!" asked the woman, suddenly. It was her first admission that she appreciated what was being done, and Eleanor secretly hailed it as a prelude to real friendliness.
"Why, you don"t think anyone could see you in so much trouble and not stop to try to help you, do you?" she said.
"Ain"t noticed none of the neighbors comin" here to help," said the woman, sullenly.
"I think they"re simply forgetful," said Eleanor. "And you know this fire was pretty bad. They had a great fight to save Cranford from burning up."
"Is that so?" said the woman, showing a little interest in the news. "My land, I didn"t think the fire would get that far!"
"They were fighting night and day for most of three days," said Eleanor. "And now they"re pretty tired, and I have an idea they"re making up for lost sleep and rest. But I"m sure you"ll find some of them driving out this way pretty soon to see how you are getting on."
"Well, they won"t see much!" said the woman, with a despairing laugh. "We came back here, "cause we thought some of the buildings might be saved. But there ain"t a thing left exceptin" that one barn a little way over there. You can"t see it from here. It"s over the hill. We did save our cattle and a good many chickens and ducks. But all our crops is ruined--and how we are ever goin" to get through the winter I declare I can"t tell!"
"Have you a husband? And, by the way, hadn"t you better tell me your name!" said Eleanor.
"My husband"s dead--been dead nearly two years," said the woman. "I"m Sarah Pratt. This here"s my husband"s sister, Ann."
"Well, Mrs. Pratt, we"ll have to see if we can"t think of some way of making up for all this loss," said Eleanor, after she had told the woman her own name, and introduced the girls of the Camp Fire. "Why--just a minute, now! You have cows, haven"t you! Plenty of them? Do they give good milk!"
"Best there is," said the woman. "My husband, he was a crank for buyin" fine cattle. I used to tell him he was wastin" his money, but he would do it. Same way with the chickens."
"Then you sold the milk, I suppose?"
"Yes, ma"am, and we didn"t get no more for it from the creamery than the farmers who had just the ornery cows."
"Well, I"ve got an idea already. I"m going back to Cranford as soon as we"ve had dinner to see if it will work out. I suppose that"s your son?"
She looked with a smile at the awkward, embarra.s.sed boy who had so little to say for himself.
"Well, while the girls fix you up some shelters where you can sleep to-night, if you stay here, I"m going to ask you to let him drive me into Cranford. I want to do some telephoning--and I think I"ll have good news for you when I come back."
Strangely enough, Mrs. Pratt made no objection to this plan. Once she had begun to yield to the charm of Eleanor"s manner, and to believe that the Camp Fire Girls meant really to help and were not merely stopping out of idle curiosity, she recovered her natural manner, which turned out to be sweet and cheerful enough, and she also began to look on things with brighter eyes.
"Makes no difference whether you have good news or not, my dear," she said to Eleanor. "You"ve done us a sight of good already. Waked me up an" made me see that it"s wrong to sit down and cry when it"s a time to be up an" doin"."
"Oh, you wouldn"t have stayed in the dumps very long," said Eleanor, cheerfully. "Perhaps we got you started a little bit sooner, but I can see that you"re not the sort to stay discouraged very long."
Then, while a few of the girls, with the aid of the Pratt children, washed dishes and cleared up after the meal, Eleanor took aside Margery and some of the stronger girls, like Bessie and Dolly, to show them what she wanted done while she was away.
"There"s plenty of wood around here," she said. "A whole lot of the boards are only a little bit scorched, and some of them really aren"t burned at all. Now, if you take those and lay them against the side of that steep bank there, near where the big barn stood, you"ll have one side of a shelter. Then take saplings, and put them up about seven feet away from your boards."
She held a sapling in place, to show what she meant.
"Cut a fork in the top of each sapling, and dig holes so that they will stand up. Then lay strips of wood from the saplings to the tops of your boards, and cover the s.p.a.ce you"ve got that way with branches. If you go about half a mile beyond here, you"ll be able to get all the branches you want from spots where the fire hasn"t burned at all."
"Why, they"ll be like the Indian lean-tos I"ve read about, won"t they?" exclaimed Margery.
"They"re on that principle," said Eleanor. "Probably we could get along very well without laying any boards at all against that bank, but it might be damp, and there"s no use in taking chances. And--"
"Oh, Miss Eleanor," Dolly interrupted, "excuse me, but if it rained or there were water above, wouldn"t it leak right down and run through from the top of the bank?"
"That"s a good idea, Dolly. I"ll tell you how to avoid that. Dig a trench at the top of the bank, just as long as the shelter you have underneath, and the water will all be caught in that. And if you give the trench a little slope, one way or the other, or both ways from the centre, not much, just an inch in ten feet--the water will all be carried off."
"Oh, yes!" said Dolly. "That would fix that up all right."
"Get plenty of branches of evergreens for the floor, and we"ll cover those with our rubber blankets," Eleanor went on. "Then we"ll be snug and dry for to-night, anyhow, and for as long as the weather holds fine."
"You mean it will be a place where the Pratts can sleep?" said Margery. "Of course, it would be all right in this weather, but do you think it will stay like this very long?"
"Of course it won"t, Margery, but I don"t expect them to have to live this way all winter. If it serves to-night and to-morrow night I think it will be all that"s needed. Now you understand just what is to be done, don"t you? If you want to ask any questions, go ahead."
"No. We understand, don"t we, girls?" said Margery.
"All right, then," said Eleanor. "Girls, Margery is Acting Guardian while I"m gone. You"re all to do just as she tells you, and obey her just as if she were I. I see that Tom"s got the buggy all harnessed up. It"s lucky they were able to save their wagons and their horses, isn"t it!"
"What are you going to do in Cranford!" asked Dolly. "Won"t you tell us, Miss Eleanor?"
"No, I won"t, Dolly," said Eleanor, laughing. "If I come back with good news--and I certainly hope I shall--you"ll enjoy it all the more if it"s a surprise, and if I don"t succeed, why, no one will be disappointed except me."
And then with a wave of her hand, she sprang into the waiting buggy and drove off with Tom Pratt holding the reins, and looking very proud of his pretty pa.s.senger.
"Well, I don"t know what it"s all about, but we know just what we"re supposed to do, girls," said Margery. "So let"s get to work. Bessie, you and Dolly might start picking out the boards that aren"t too badly burned."
"All right," said Dolly. "Come on, Bessie!"
"I"ll pace off the distance to see how big a place we need to make," said Margery. "Mrs. Pratt, how far is it to a part of the woods that wasn"t burned? Miss Mercer thought we could get some green branches there for bedding."
"Not very far," said Mrs. Pratt, with a sigh. "That"s what seemed so hard! When we drove along this morning we came quite suddenly to a patch along the road on both sides where the fire hadn"t reached, and it made us ever so happy."
"Oh, what a shame!" said Margery. "I suppose you thought you"d come to the end of the burned part?"
"I hoped so--oh, how I did hope so!" said poor Mrs. Pratt. "But then, just before we came in sight of the place, we saw that the fire had changed its direction again, and then we knew that our place must have gone."
"That"s very strange, isn"t it?" said Margery. "I wonder why the fire should spare some places and not others?"
"It seems as if it were always that way in a big fire," said Mrs. Pratt. "I suppose there"d been some cutting around that patch of woods that wasn"t burned. And only last year a man was going to buy the wood in that wood lot of ours on the other side of the road, and clear it. If he had, maybe the fire wouldn"t ever have come near us, at all."
"Well, we"ll have to think about what did happen, not what we wish had happened, Mrs. Pratt," said Margery, cheerfully. "The thing to do now is to make the best of a bad business. I"m going to send four or five of the girls to get branches. Perhaps you"ll let one of the children go along to show them the way?"
"You go, Sally," said Mrs. Pratt to the oldest girl, a child of fourteen, who had been listening, wide-eyed, to the conversation. "Now, ain"t there somethin" Ann an" I can do to help?"
"Why, yes, there is, Mrs. Pratt. I think it"s going to be dreadfully hot. Over there, where we unpacked our stores, you"ll find a lot of lemons. I think if you"d make a couple of big pails full of lemonade we"d all enjoy them while we were working, and they"d make the work go faster, too."
"The water won"t be very cold," suggested Ann.
"Pshaw, Ann! Why not use the ice?" said Mrs. Pratt, whose interest in small things had been wonderfully revived. "The ice-house wasn"t burned. Do you go and get a pailful of ice, and we"ll have plenty for the girls to drink. They surely will be hot and tired with all they"re doing for us."
"I"m sorry I ever said Mrs. Pratt wasn"t nice," said Dolly to Bessie, when they happened to overhear this, and saw how Mrs. Pratt began hustling to get the lemonade ready.
"I knew she"d be all right as soon as she began to be waked up a little," said Bessie. "This is more fun than one of our silly adventures, isn"t it, Dolly? Because it"s just as exciting, but there isn"t the chance of things going wrong, and we"re doing something to make other people happy."
"You"re certainly right about that, Bessie. And it makes you think of how much hard luck people have, and how easy it would be for people who are better off to help them, doesn"t it?"
"It is easy, Dolly. You know, I think Miss Eleanor must help an awful lot of people. It seems to be the first thing she thinks of when she sees any trouble."
"She makes one understand what Wo-he-lo really means," said Dolly. "She"s often explained that work means service--doing things for other people, and not just working for yourself."
"That"s one of the things I like best about the Camp Fire," said Bessie, thoughtfully. "Everyone in it seems to be unselfish and to think about helping others, and yet there isn"t someone to preach to you all the time--they just do it themselves, and make you see that it"s the way to be really happy."
"I wouldn"t have believed that I could enjoy this sort of work if anyone had told me so a year ago. But I do. I haven"t had such a good time since I can remember. Of course, I feel awfully sorry for the Pratts, but I"m glad that, if it had to happen to them, we came along in time to help them."
They hadn"t stopped working while they talked, and now they had brought as many boards as Margery wanted.
"There are lots more boards, Margery," said Dolly. "Why shouldn"t we make a sort of floor for the lean-to? If we put up a couple of planks for them to rest on, every so often, we could have a real floor, and then, even if the ground got damp, it would be dry inside."
"Good idea! We"ll do that," said Margery, who was busy herself, flying here, there, and everywhere to direct the work. "Go ahead!"
And so, when the sound of wheels in the road heralded the return of Miss Eleanor in the buggy, the work was done, and the lean-to was completed, a rough-and-ready shelter that was practical in the extreme, though perhaps it was not ornamental.
"Splendid!" cried Eleanor. "But I knew you girls would do well. And I"ve got the good news I hoped to bring, too!"
CHAPTER V.
GOOD NEWS FROM TOWN.
Everyone rushed eagerly forward, and crowded around Miss Mercer as she descended from the buggy, smiling pleasantly at the bashful Tom Pratt, who did his best to help her in her descent. And not the least eager, by any means, was Tom Pratt"s mother, whose early indifference to the interest of these good Samaritans in her misfortunes seemed utterly to have vanished.
"Oh, these girls of yours!" cried Mrs. Pratt. "You"ve no idea of how much they"ve done--or how much they"ve heartened us all up, Miss Mercer! I don"t believe there were ever so many kind, nice people brought together before!"
Eleanor laughed, as if she were keeping a secret to herself. And her words, when she spoke, proved that that was indeed the case.
"Just you wait till you know how many friends you really have around here, Mrs. Pratt!" she said. "Well, I told you I hoped to bring back good news, and I have, and if you"ll all give me a chance, I"ll tell you what it is."
"You"ve found a place for all the Pratts to go!" said Dolly.
"You"ve arranged something so that they won"t have to stay here!" agreed Margery.
"I don"t know whether Mrs. Pratt would agree that that was such good news," she said. "Tell me, Mrs. Pratt--you are still fond of this place, aren"t you?"
"Indeed, and I am, Miss Mercer!" she said, choking back a sob. "When I first saw how it looked this morning, I thought I only wanted to go away and never see it again, if I only knew where to go. But I feel so different now. Why, all the time we"ve been working around here, it"s made me think of how Tom--I mean my poor husband--and I came here when we were first married. Tom had the land, you see, and he"d built a little cabin for us with his own hands."
"And all the farm grew from that?"
"Yes. We worked hard, you see, and the children came, but we had a better place for each one to be born in, Miss Mercer--we really did! It was our place. We"ve earned it all, with the help from the place itself, and before the fire--"
She broke down then, and for a moment she couldn"t go on.
"Of course you love it!" said Eleanor, heartily. "And I don"t think it would be very good news for you to know that you had a chance to go somewhere else and make a fresh start, though I could have managed that for you."