"If that poor girl has been in doubt about her betrothed, now she knows," one said to another.
"Do you think he really died?" James asked his father as they were driving home.
"I"m afraid he did, son. But there is just a chance that he didn"t because the film changed just there to another scene so you couldn"t tell."
"That might have been because they didn"t want to show a death scene."
"I"m afraid it was."
CHAPTER XVI
FOR SANTA CLAUS"S PACK
JAMES telephoned Dorothy that he was going to be at her house on the afternoon of the Club meeting if it was going to be downstairs and Dorothy replied that her mother was very glad to let them have the dining room to work in. All the members had arrived when Doctor Hanc.o.c.k stopped his car at the door and Margaret got out and rang the bell for Roger"s and Tom"s help in getting James into the house. Everybody hailed him with pleasure and everybody"s tongue began at once to chatter about the dramatic happening of the evening before.
"I"m perfectly crazy to hear everything you"ve learned this morning,"
said Margaret, "but before we start talking about it I want to make a beginning on a basket so I can be working while I listen."
"Me, too," said James. "I"ve pasted enough boxes and gimcracks to fill a young cottage. In fact they are now packed in a young cottage that Father is going to bring over some day when he hasn"t any other load. He said the car wouldn"t hold it and Margaret and him and me all at the same time this afternoon."
"We"ve been making all sorts of things this week," said Ethel Brown.
"I"m just finishing the last of a dozen b.a.l.l.s that I"ve been covering with crochet. It"s the simplest thing in the world and they"re fine for little children because the slippery rubber b.a.l.l.s slide out of their fingers and these are just rough enough for their tiny paws to cling to."
"I"ve been making those twin bed-time dolls," said Ethel Blue. "You"ve seen them in all the shops--just ugly dolls of worsted--but mine are made like the Danish _Nisse_, the elves that the Danes use to decorate their Yuletide trees."
She held up a handful of wee dolls made of white worsted, doubled until the little figure was about a finger long. A few strands on each side were cut shorter than the rest and stood out as arms. A red thread tied a little way from the top indicated the neck; another about the middle defined the waist; the lower part was divided and each leg was tied at the ankle with red thread, and a red thread bound the wrists. On the head a peaked red hat of flannel or of crochet shaded a face wherein two black st.i.tches represented the eyes, a third the nose, and a red dot the ruby lips. From the back of the neck a crocheted cord about eighteen inches long connected one elf with his twin.
"What"s the idea of two?" inquired Tom.
"To keep each other company. You tie them on to a wire of the baby"s crib and they won"t get lost."
"Or on to the perambulator."
"They don"t take long to make--see, I wind the wool over my fingers, so, to get the right length, and then I tie them as quick as a wink; and when I feel in the mood of making the caps I turn off a dozen or two of them--"
"And the cord by the yard, I suppose."
"Just about. I"ve made quant.i.ties of these this week and I"m not going to make any more, so I"ll help with the baskets or the stenciling."
"I"ve been jig-sawing," said Roger. "I"ve made jumping jacks till you can"t rest."
"Where did you get your pattern?" asked Tom who also was a jig sawyer.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Jumping Jack]
"I took an old one of d.i.c.ky"s that was on the downward road and pulled it to pieces so that I could use each part for a pattern. I cut out ever so many of each section. Then I spent one afternoon painting legs and arms and jackets and caps, and Ethel Blue painted the faces for me. I"m not much on expression except my own, you know."
"Have you put them together yet?"
"Dorothy has been tying the pull strings for me this afternoon and I"m going to do the glueing now while you people are learning baskets."
"James ought to do the glueing for you," suggested Margaret in spite of James"s protesting gestures.
Roger laughed.
"I wouldn"t be so mean as to ask him," he said. "He"s stuck up enough for one lifetime, I suspect."
"I"ve been jigging, too," confessed Tom.
"Anything pretty?" asked Roger.
"Of course something pretty," defended Helen. "Don"t you remember the beauty box he made Margaret?"
"I certainly do. Its delicate openwork surpa.s.sed any of my humble efforts."
"It was pretty, wasn"t it?" murmured Margaret. "The yellow silk lining showed through."
"What I"ve been doing lately was the very simplest possible toy for the orphans." Tom disclaimed any fine work. "I"ve just been cutting circles out of cigar boxes and punching two holes side by side in each one. Then I run a string through the two holes. You slip it over your forefinger of each hand and whirl the disk around the string until it is wound up tight and then by pulling the string you keep the whirligig going indefinitely."
"It doesn"t look like much of a toy to me," said Della crushingly.
"May be not, ma"am, but I tried it on Dad and Edward and they played with it for ten minutes apiece. You find yourself pulling it in time to some air you"re humming in the back of your head."
"Right-o," agreed James. "I had a tin one once and I played with it from morning till night. I believe the orphans will spend most of their waking hours tweaking those cords."
"I"m glad you think so," said Tom. "Roger was so emphatic I was afraid I"d been wasting my time."
"What"s Dorothy been up to this week?" asked James.
"Dorothy couldn"t make up her mind whether she wanted most to make bags or model clay candlesticks or dress dolls this week," responded Dorothy, "but she finally decided to dress dolls."
"Where did you get the dolls?"
"Some of them I got with treasury money--they"re real dolls, and I made galoptious frocks for them out of sc.r.a.ps from piece-bags."
"Were you patient enough to make all the clothes to take off?" asked Della.
"Every identical garment," replied Dorothy emphatically. "Dolls aren"t any fun unless you can dress and undress them. I never cared a rap for a doll with its clothes fastened on."
"Nor I."
"Nor I."
"Nor I."