CHAPTER VII
FOR A TRAVELLER"S KIT
ONCE the Club was started on its work it seemed as if the days were far too short for them to accomplish half of what they wanted to do. Mrs.
Morton insisted that her children should have at least two hours out of doors every day, and that cut down the afternoons into an absurdly brief working time. Mrs. Smith had electric lights installed in her attic and it became the habit of the Mortons and often of the Hanc.o.c.ks to meet there and cut and sew and jig-saw and paste for an hour or two every evening. The Watkinses were active in New York evidently, for Della sent frequent postcards asking for directions on one point or another and Tom exchanged jig-saw news with Roger almost daily.
Meanwhile the war was in every one"s mind. The whole country realized the desirability of trying to obey President Wilson"s request for neutrality in word, thought, and deed. The subject was forbidden at school where the teachers never referred to the colossal struggle that was rending Europe and the children of varied ancestries played together harmoniously in the school yard. If at the high school Fraulein and Mademoiselle were looked at with a new interest by their scholars no word suggestive of a possible lack of harmony was uttered to them, and their friendship for each other seemed to increase with every day"s prolongation of the war.
In the Morton family war discussion was not forbidden and the events of the last twenty-four hours as the newspapers reported them were talked over at dinner every evening. Mrs. Morton thought that the children should not be ignorant of the most upheaving event that had stirred the world in centuries, but she did not permit any violent expressions of partisanship.
"You children are especially bound to be neutral," she insisted, "because your father and Ethel Blue"s father are in the service of our country, and a neutrality as complete as possible is more desirable from them and their families than from civilians."
A new idea was blossoming in the young people"s minds, however. They had grown up with the belief that armament was necessary to preserve peace.
Great men and good had said so. "If we are prepared for war," they declared, "other nations will be afraid to fight us." Captain and Lieutenant Morton had agreed with them, as was natural for men of their profession. They did not believe in aggression but in being ready for defense should they be attacked.
Now it seemed to Roger and Helen as they read of the sufferings of invaded France and the distress of trampled Belgium that no country had the right to benefit by results obtained through such cruel means.
"Just suppose a sh.e.l.l should drop down here just as we were walking along," imagined Roger as he and Helen were on their way to school.
"Suppose Patrick Shea"s cornfield there was marched over before the corn was harvested and all these houses and churches and schools were blown up or burned down and all the people of this town were lying around in the streets dead or wounded!"
"When you bring it home to Rosemont it doesn"t sound the way it does when you read in the histories about a "movement" here and a "turning of the right flank" there, and "the end of the line crumpling up." When the line crumples up it means fathers and brothers are killed and women and children starve--"
"Think what it would be to have nothing to eat and to have to grub around in the fields and devour roots like the peasants in the famine time in Louis XIV"s reign."
"And think about the destruction of all the little homes that have been built up with so much care and happiness. Mary told me her sister bought a chair one month and a table at another time when she and her husband came across bargains," said practical Ethel Brown who had caught up with them. "They"ve furnished their whole house the way we children have added to our kitchen tins and plates; and then everything would be broken to smash by just one of those sh.e.l.ls."
"The people who"ve been spreading the gospel of peace for years and years needn"t be discouraged now, it seems to me," observed Roger thoughtfully, "even if it does look as if all their talk had been for nothing. These horrors make a bigger appeal than any amount of talk."
"Grandfather Emerson says that perhaps universal peace is going to be the result of the war. It seems far off enough now."
"It will be dearly bought peace."
"Hush, there goes Mademoiselle. I wonder when she"s going to sail."
"Why don"t you ask her to-day? The Club must give her some kind of send-off, you know."
"I wonder if she"d mind if we went to New York to see her start?"
"It won"t be hard to find out. We can tell her that we won"t be offended if she says "No.""
"If she"s willing we might take that opportunity to go over the ship.
I"ve always wanted to go over an ocean steamer."
"Perhaps they won"t let anybody do it now on account of the war. It will be great if we can, though."
The Service Club learned more geography in the course of its studies of the war news than its members ever had learned before voluntarily. The approach of the German army upon Paris was watched every day and its advance was marked upon a large map that Roger had installed in the sitting-room. When the Germans withdrew the change of their line and its daily relation to the battle front of the Allies was noted by the watchful pencil of one or another of the newspaper readers.
Thanks to the simplicity of the pattern which the Club had adopted for its own they were enabled to make a large number of gay garments in a wonderfully short time. From several further donations of material they made wrappers for children of fourteen, twelve, ten, down to the babies, adding to each a belt of the same color as the band so that the garments might serve as dresses at a pinch. They found that with the smaller sizes they could cut off a narrow band from the width of the cloth at each side, and that served as tr.i.m.m.i.n.g for another garment of contrasting color.
When they had constructed a goodly pile of long wrappers they fell upon the short sacques, and before many days pa.s.sed a mound of pink-banded blue and blue-banded pink, and red-banded white and white-banded red rose beside their machines. Della wrote that she was using her mother"s machine and was learning how better and better every day. Thanks to their lessons at Chautauqua Margaret and Helen sewed well on the machine already. Ethel Brown and Ethel Blue and Dorothy basted on the bands and the belts and added the fastenings. It was their fingers, too, that feather-st.i.tched and cat-st.i.tched the petticoats that came into being with another donation of flannelette. Dorothy was glad when any new material was cotton as every yard that they used helped the South to rid itself of its unsold crop.
"Ladies are going to wear cotton dresses all winter, they say," she told the Club at one of its meetings. "Mother is going to let me have all my new dresses made of cotton stuff and she"s going to have some herself."
"We wear cotton middies all winter," protested the Ethels who felt as if Dorothy felt that they were not doing their share to help on the cause she was interested in.
"When Aunt Marion gets your new dancing school dresses couldn"t you ask her to get cotton ones?"
"I suppose we could. Do you think they"d be pretty enough?"
"Some cotton dresses that are going to be worn on the opening night of the opera at the Metropolitan are to be on exhibition in New York in a week or two."
"If cotton is good enough for that purpose I guess it"s good enough for your dancing cla.s.s," laughed Helen.
"Mother says they make perfectly beautiful cottons now of exquisite colors and lovely designs. Don"t you think it would be great if we set the fashion of the dancing cla.s.s?"
"Let"s do it. Mother says silk isn"t appropriate for girls of our age, anyway."
"If you can be dressed appropriately and beautifully at the same time I don"t see that you have anything to complain of," smiled Helen.
With the short time that the girls had at their command every day it did not seem as if they would be able to do much with the garments that came in to be made over. There were not many of these because the boys had been instructed after the first day to ask that alterations and mending be done at home, but there were a few dresses like Mrs. Lancaster"s that were on their hands. Mrs. Smith came to their help when this work bade fair to be too much for them.
"I"ll ask Aunt Marion and Mrs. Emerson and Mrs. Hanc.o.c.k and Mrs. Watkins to lunch with me some day," she promised Dorothy, "and after luncheon we"ll have an old-fashioned bee and rip up these dresses and then we can see what material they give us and we can plan what to do with them."
The scheme worked out to a charm. The elders enjoyed themselves mightily and the resulting pile of materials, smoothly ironed and carefully sorted gave Margaret and Helen a chance to exercise their ingenuity.
Mrs. Watkins took back to town with her enough stuff for two, promising to help Della with them, and the suburban girls, with the a.s.sistance of the grown-ups, made six charming frocks that looked as good as new.
It was early in October that Helen rushed home from school one day with the news that Mademoiselle was going to sail at the end of the week.
"We must begin to-day to make up a good-bye parcel for her," she cried.
"Red Cross nurses are allowed a very small kit," warned Mrs. Morton.
"We can try to make things so tiny that she won"t have to leave them behind her when she goes on duty, but even if she does she can give them to somebody who can make them useful."
"I"ll make steamer slippers to begin with," said Ethel Brown.
"How?" asked Ethel Blue.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Top of Slipper
Sew a and b together]
"You get a pair of fleecy inner soles--they have them at all the shoe stores--and then you cut a top piece of bright colored chintz just the shape of the top part of a slipper and you sew it together at the back and bind the edges all around."