"It seems to be up to Della and me to tell what we can do," said Tom meditatively. "Father"s secretary is away on a three months" holiday and I"m doing his typewriting for him and some other office stunts--as much as I can manage out of school hours. I"ll turn over my pay to the Club treasury."
This was greeted with applause.
"I don"t seem to have any accomplishments," sighed Della, her round head on one side. "The only thing I can think of is that I heard the ladies who have charge of the re-furnishing of the Rest Room in the Parish House say that they were going to find some one to stencil the window curtains. I might see if they"d let me do it and pay me. I didn"t take that cla.s.s at the Girls" Club last summer, but Dorothy and Ethel Brown could teach me."
"Of course."
"Or you could get the order from them, I"d fill it, and you could make the baskets for the Woman"s Exchange," offered Dorothy.
Della brightened. That was a better arrangement.
"Try it," nodded Tom. "If you turn out one order well you"ll get more; see if you don"t."
"Our honorary member, Mr. d.i.c.ky Morton, might sell newspapers since he got broken in to that business last summer," laughed Ethel Brown.
"Mother wouldn"t let him do it here, I know, but he can weave awfully pretty things that he learned at the kindergarten and if there are any bazars this fall he could sell some of them on commission."
"d.i.c.ky really understands about the Club. I think he"d like to do something for the orphans," Helen agreed.
"Ladies and gentlemen," announced Ethel Blue, rising in her excitement; "I have a perfectly grand, galoptious idea. Why do we wait for somebody else to get up a bazar to sell d.i.c.ky"s weaving? Let"s have a bazar of our own. Why can"t we have a fair with some tables, and ice cream and cake for sale and an entertainment of some kind in the evening? We all know all sorts of stunts; we can do the whole thing ourselves. If we announce that we are doing it for the Christmas Ship I believe everybody in town would come--"
"--And in Glen Point and New York," Roger mocked her enthusiasm.
"You know we could fill the School Hall as easy as fiddle, Roger. You see everybody would know what we were at work on because we are going to begin collecting the clothes right off, so everybody will be interested."
Tom nodded approval.
"Perhaps we can do the advertising act when we do the collecting."
"If I drive Father, I see myself ringing up all the neighboring houses while he"s in on his case," said James, "and it"s just as easy to talk bazar part of the time as it is to chat old clo" the whole time."
"Can you get the School Hall free?" asked Tom.
"We"d have to pay for the lighting and the janitor, but that wouldn"t be much," said Roger. "It would be better than the Parish House of any of the churches because if we had it in a church there"d surely be some people who wouldn"t go because it was in a building belonging to a denomination they didn"t approve of, but no one can make any kick about the schoolhouse."
"It"s the natural neighborhood centre."
"We"ll have the whole town there."
"If we let in some of the school kids we"ll get all their families on the string," recommended Roger.
"I"m working up a feat that I"ve never seen any one do," said Tom.
"I"ll turn it loose for the first time at our show."
"Remember, you"re all coming to me next Sat.u.r.day afternoon," Dorothy reminded them as the Hanc.o.c.ks and Watkinses put on their overgarments and sought out their umbrellas preparatory to going home.
"And we"ll bring a list of what we can contribute ourselves and what we"ve collected so far and what we think we can collect and we"ll turn in anything we"ve made."
"If there"s anything we can work on while the Club is going on we"d better bring it," suggested Helen.
"Mother says we may have the sewing machine in the attic," said Dorothy.
"I believe I"ll take my jig-saw over," suggested Roger. "Aunt Louise wouldn"t mind, would she?"
"She"d be delighted. Bring everything," and Dorothy glowed with the hospitality that had been bottled up in her for years and until now had had but small opportunity to escape.
CHAPTER V
ROGER GOES FORAGING
ALTHOUGH Helen never had been president of any club before, yet she had seen enough of a number of a.s.sociations in the high school and the church to understand the advantage of striking while the iron of enthusiasm was hot. For that reason she and Roger worked out the districting of Rosemont before they went to bed that night, and the next afternoon Roger went over to Glen Point on his bicycle, and, with James"s help, did the same for that town. It was understood that Tom would not be able to come out again until Sat.u.r.day, but he had agreed to be on hand early in the morning to do a good half day of canva.s.sing. The girls were to speak to every one to whom they could bring up the subject conveniently, wherever they met them.
Roger began his work on Monday afternoon after school. He wheeled over to a part of the town where he did not know many people, his idea being that since that would be the most disagreeable place to tackle he would do it first and get it over with. He was a merry boy, with a pleasant way of speaking that won him friends at once, and he was not bothered with shyness, but he did hesitate for an instant at his first house. It was large and he thought that the owner ought to be prosperous enough to have plenty of old clothes lying about crying to be sent to the war orphans.
It was a maid whose grasp on the English language was a trifle uncertain who opened the door. Roger stated his desire.
"Old clothes?" she repeated after him. "I"ve no old clothes to give you," and she shut the door hastily.
Roger stood still with astonishment as if he were fastened to the upper step. Then his feelings stirred.
"The idiot!" he gasped. "She thought I wanted them for myself," and he looked down at his suit with a sudden realization that his long ride over one dusty road and a spill on another that had recently been oiled had not improved the appearance of his attire. However, he rang the bell again vigorously. The woman seemed somewhat disconcerted when she saw him still before her.
"I don"t want the clothes--" began Roger.
"What did you say you did for?" inquired the maid sharply, and again she slammed the door.
By this time Roger"s persistency was roused. He made up his mind that he was going to make himself understood even if he did not secure a contribution. Once more he rang the bell.
"You here!" almost screamed the girl as she saw once more his familiar face. "Why don"t you go? I"ve nothing to give you."
"Look here," insisted Roger, his toe in the way of the door"s shutting completely when she should try to slam it again; "look here, you don"t understand what I want. Is your mistress at home?"
The girl was afraid to say that she was not, so she nodded.
"Tell her I want to see her."
"What"s your name?"
"I"m Roger Morton, son of Lieutenant Morton. I live on Cedar Street. Can you remember that?"
She could not, but her ear had caught the military t.i.tle and upstairs she conveyed the impression that at least a general was waiting at the door. When the mistress of the house appeared Roger pulled off his cap politely, and he was such a frank-faced boy that she knew at once that her maid"s fears had been unnecessary, though she did not see where the military t.i.tle came in. Roger explained who he was and what he wanted at sufficient length, and he was rewarded for his persistency by the promise of a bundle.
"I know your grandmother, Mrs. Emerson," said the lady, who had mentioned that she was Mrs. Warburton, "and your aunt, Mrs. Smith, has hired one of my houses, so I am glad on their account to help your enterprise, though of course its own appeal is enough."
Roger thanked her and took the precaution to inquire the names of her neighbors, before he presented himself at another door. He also reached such a pitch of friendliness that he borrowed a whisk broom from Mrs.
Warburton and redeemed his clothes from the condition which had brought him into such disfavor with the maid-servant.