"This is the kid for me," he said. "I don"t believe I need to look any further."
I explained that we couldn"t separate little Allegra from her brothers; but the more I objected, the stubborner his jaw became. We went back to the library, and argued about it for half an hour.
He liked her heredity, he liked her looks, he liked her spirit, he liked HER. If he was going to have a daughter foisted on him, he wanted one with some ginger. He"d be hanged if he"d take that other whimpering little thing. It wasn"t natural. But if I gave him Allegra, he would bring her up as his own child, and see that she was provided for for the rest of her life. Did I have any right to cut her out from all that just for a lot of sentimental nonsense? The family was already broken up; the best I could do for them now was to provide for them individually. "Take all three," said I, quite brazenly.
But, no, he couldn"t consider that; his wife was an invalid, and one child was all that she could manage.
Well, I was in a dreadful quandary. It seemed such a chance for the child, and yet it did seem so cruel to separate her from those two adoring little brothers. I knew that if the Bretlands adopted her legally, they would do their best to break all ties with the past, and the child was still so tiny she would forget her brothers as quickly as she had her father.
Then I thought about you, Judy, and of how bitter you have always been because, when that family wanted to adopt you, the asylum wouldn"t let you go. You have always said that you might have had a home, too, like other children, but that Mrs. Lippett stole it away from you. Was I perhaps stealing little Allegra"s home from her? With the two boys it would be different; they could be educated and turned out to shift for themselves. But to a girl a home like this would mean everything. Ever since baby Allegra came to us, she has seemed to me just such another child as baby Judy must have been. She has ability and spirit. We must somehow furnish her with opportunity. She, too, deserves her share of the world"s beauty and good--as much as nature has fitted her to appreciate. And could any asylum ever give her that? I stood and thought and thought while Mr. Bretland impatiently paced the floor.
"You have those boys down and let me talk to them," Mr. Bretland insisted. "If they have a spark of generosity, they"ll be glad to let her go."
I sent for them, but my heart was a solid lump of lead. They were still missing their father; it seemed merciless to s.n.a.t.c.h away that darling baby sister, too.
They came hand in hand, st.u.r.dy, fine little chaps, and stood solemnly at attention, with big, wondering eyes fixed on the strange gentleman.
"Come here, boys. I want to talk to you." He took each by a hand. "In the house I live in we haven"t any little baby, so my wife and I decided to come here, where there are so many babies without fathers and mothers, and take one home to be ours. She will have a beautiful house to live in, and lots of toys to play with, and she will be happy all her life--much happier than she could ever be here. I know that you will be very glad to hear that I have chosen your little sister."
"And won"t we ever see her any more?" asked Clifford.
"Oh, yes, sometimes."
Clifford looked from me to Mr. Bretland, and two big tears began rolling down his cheeks. He jerked his hand away and came and hurled himself into my arms.
"Don"t let him have her! Please! Please! Send him away!"
"Take them all!" I begged.
But he"s a hard man.
"I didn"t come for an entire asylum," said he, shortly.
By this time Don was sobbing on the other side. And then who should inject himself into the hubbub but Dr. MacRae, with baby Allegra in his arms!
I introduced them, and explained. Mr. Bretland reached for the baby, and Sandy held her tight.
"Quite impossible," said Sandy, shortly. "Miss McBride will tell you that it"s one of the rules of this inst.i.tution never to separate a family."
"Miss McBride has already decided," said J. F. B., stiffly. "We have fully discussed the question."
"You must be mistaken," said Sandy, becoming his Scotchest, and turning to me. "You surely had no intention of performing any such cruelty as this?"
Here was the decision of Solomon all over again, with two of the stubbornest men that the good Lord ever made wresting poor little Allegra limb from limb.
I despatched the three chicks back to the nursery and returned to the fray. We argued loud and hotly, until finally J. F. B. echoed my own frequent query of the last five months: "Who is the head of this asylum, the superintendent or the visiting physician?"
I was furious with the doctor for placing me in such a position before that man, but I couldn"t quarrel with him in public; so I had ultimately to tell Mr. Bretland with finality and flatness, that Allegra was out of the question. Would he not reconsider Sophie?
No, he"d be darned if he"d reconsider Sophie. Allegra or n.o.body. He hoped that I realized that I had weakly allowed the child"s entire future to be ruined. And with that parting shot he backed to the door.
"Miss MacRae, Dr. McBride, good afternoon." He achieved two formal bows and withdrew.
And the moment the door closed Sandy and I fought it out. He said that any person who claimed to have any modern, humane views on the subject of child-care ought to be ashamed to have considered for even a moment the question of breaking up such a family. And I accused him of keeping her for the purely selfish reason that he was fond of the child and didn"t wish to lose her.
(And that, I believe, is the truth.) Oh, we had the battle of our career, and he finally took himself off with a stiffness and politeness that excelled J. F. B."s.
Between the two of them I feel as limp as though I"d been run through our new mangling machine. And then Betsy came home, and reviled me for throwing away the choicest family we have ever discovered!
So this is the end of our week of feverish activity; and both Sophie and Allegra are, after all, to be inst.i.tution children. Oh dear! oh dear!
Please remove Sandy from the staff, and send me, instead, a German, a Frenchman, a Chinaman, if you choose--anything but a Scotchman.
Yours wearily,
SALLIE.
P.S. I dare say that Sandy is also pa.s.sing a busy evening in writing to have me removed. I won"t object if you wish to do it. I am tired of inst.i.tutions.
Dear Gordon:
You are a captious, caviling, carping, crabbed, contentious, cantankerous chap. Hoot mon! an" why shouldna I drap into Scotch gin I choose? An" I with a Mac in my name.
Of course the John Grier will be delighted to welcome you on Thursday next, not only for the donkey, but for your sweet sunny presence as well. I was planning to write you a mile-long letter to make up for past deficiencies, but wha"s the use? I"ll be seeing you the morn"s morn, an"
unco gude will be the sight o" you for sair een.
Dinna fash yoursel, Laddie, because o"my language. My forebears were from the Hielands.
McBRIDE.
Dear Judy:
All"s well with the John Grier--except for a broken tooth, a sprained wrist, a badly scratched knee, and one case of pinkeye. Betsy and I are being polite, but cool, toward the doctor. The annoying thing is that he is rather cool, too. And he seems to be under the impression that the drop in temperature is all on his side. He goes about his business in a scientific, impersonal way, entirely courteous, but somewhat detached.
However, the doctor is not disturbing us very extensively at present.
We are about to receive a visit from a far more fascinating person than Sandy. The House of Representatives again rests from its labors, and Gordon enjoys a vacation, two days of which he is planning to spend at the Brantwood Inn.
I am delighted to hear that you have had enough seaside, and are considering our neighborhood for the rest of the summer. There are several s.p.a.cious estates to be had within a few miles of the John Grier, and it will be a nice change for Jervis to come home only at week ends.
After a pleasantly occupied absence, you will each have some new ideas to add to the common stock.
I can"t add any further philosophy just now on the subject of married life, having to refresh my memory on the Monroe Doctrine and one or two other political topics.
I am looking eagerly forward to August and three months with you.
As ever,
SALLIE.