"She says she"s had a year"s training in nursing and that a nurse is taught to conserve her strength. She hopes she"ll be sent to the front."
"The plucky little creature! When is she going?"
"As soon as she can put in a subst.i.tute at the school; she doesn"t want to leave us in the lurch after she made a contract for the year."
"It may take some time after that to arrange for a sailing, I suppose."
"Perhaps so. Any way I think it would be nice if we gave her a send-off--"
"Just as we will Fraulein if her chance comes."
"We can make some travelling comforts."
"She won"t be able to carry much," warned Mrs. Morton.
"Everything will have to be as small as possible, but we can hunt up the smallest size of everything. I think it will be fun!"
"She"ll probably be very much pleased."
"I wish there was something rather special we could do for Fraulein too, so we could be perfectly impartial."
"Watch for the chance to do something extra nice for her. She"s having the harder time of the two; it"s always harder to stay and wait than it is to go into action, even when the action is dangerous."
While the Mortons were canva.s.sing Rosemont, James and Margaret were doing the same work in Glen Point. Dr. Hanc.o.c.k had accepted his son"s offer and James was now regularly engaged as his father"s chauffeur, working after school hours every school day and on Sat.u.r.day mornings.
The Doctor insisted that he should have Sat.u.r.day afternoons free so that he might go to the Club. He was also quite willing that James should follow the plan he had sketched at the last Club meeting and visit the neighbors of his father"s patients while Doctor Hanc.o.c.k was making his professional calls. The plan worked to a charm and James found Glen Point quite as ready as Rosemont to respond to the "bitter cry of the children."
"So many people are getting interested I almost feel as if it weren"t our affair any longer," James complained to his father as they were driving home in the dusk one afternoon.
"Look out for that corner. That"s a bad habit you have of shaving the curbstone. You needn"t feel that way as long as your club is doing all the organizing and administration. That"s the part that seems to make most people hesitate about doing good works. It isn"t actual work they balk at; it"s leadership."
"If handling the stuff and disposing of it is leadership then we"re a "going concern" all right," declared James. "Roger telephoned over this morning that the bundles were coming in to Mrs. Smith"s at a great rate, and that a lot of people were making new garments and things that will turn up later."
"When is Tom coming out?"
"Sat.u.r.day morning. I"ve saved one district for him to do then and that will finish up Glen Point as Roger and I sketched it out."
"It hasn"t been so hard a job as you thought."
"Chasing round in the car has saved time. This is a bully job of yours, Dad."
"You won"t hold it long if you cut corners like that, I warn you again."
"I"ll try to cut "em _out_," laughed James as he carefully turned into the Hanc.o.c.ks" avenue.
CHAPTER VI
IN THE SMITH ATTIC
"GRANDFATHER EMERSON wants to give the Club a present," cried Ethel Brown as the last arrivals, the Hanc.o.c.ks, came up the stairs and entered the attic of Dorothy"s house on Sat.u.r.day afternoon.
The large room was half the width of the whole cottage and, with its low windows and sloping roof had a quaint appearance that was increased by its furnishing of tables and seats made from boxes covered with gay bits of chintz. Dorothy had not neglected her work for the orphans but she had found time to fit up the meeting place of the U. S. C. so that its members might not have to gather in bare surroundings. The afternoon sun shone brightly in through simple curtains of white cheesecloth, the sewing machine awaited Helen beside a window with a clear north light, and Roger"s jig-saw was in a favorable position in a corner. Each one who came up the stairs gave an "Oh" of pleasure as the door opened upon this comfortable, cheerful room where there was nothing too good to be used and nothing too bad to have entrance to the society of beauty-loving folk. "What did your grandfather give us?" asked Margaret.
"Grandfather has been awfully interested in the Club from the very beginning, you know. The other day he asked if we wouldn"t like to have him give us club pins with our emblem on them."
"How perfectly dear of him!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Delia.
"Don"t let your hopes rise too high. I said it would be simply fine to have little forget-me-not pins like those we talked about at our very first meeting in the ravine at Chautauqua--do you remember?"
"Blue enamel," murmured Dorothy.
"He said he wanted us to have them, and that it was a lovely symbol and so on, and he"d seen some ducks of pins in New York that were just what we"d like, and some single flower ones for the boys--"
"Um. This suspense is wearing on me," remarked Roger.
"We talked it over and the way it came out was that Grandfather said that perhaps he"d better give us now the money the pins would cost and keep his present for later."
No one could resist a groan.
"He won"t forget it. Grandfather never forgets to do what he promises.
We"ll get them some time or other. But I had a feeling that we"d like them later better even than now because we"d feel then that we"d really earned them after the Club had done something worth while, you know."
"I suppose we will," sighed Della, "but they do sound good to me."
"He was bound that we should have the forget-me-not in some form or other," went on Ethel Brown, "and he"s sent us a rubber stamp with "U.
S. C." on it and a forget-me-not at each end of the initials. There"s an indelible pad that goes with it and we are to stamp everything we send out on some part where it won"t be too conspicuous."
"It will be like signing a letter to the child the present goes to,"
said Dorothy.
"Isn"t he a darling!" exclaimed Ethel Blue. "I love him as much as if he were my own grandfather."
"He turned the money right over into my hand," continued Ethel Brown--"the money he didn"t spend for the pins, I mean. It"s fifteen dollars. What shall I do with it?"
"Pay for the yarn you bought for the women in the Old Ladies" Home to knit with," said Helen promptly.
"""The time has come," the walrus said,"" quoted Tom, "when we must have a treasurer. It was all very well talking about not needing one when we didn"t have a cent of money, but now we are on the way toward being multis and we can"t get on any longer without some one to look after it."
"Let"s make Tom treasurer and then he can fuss over the old accounts himself," suggested Roger.
Roger"s loathing for keeping accounts was so well known that every one laughed.
"Not I," objected Tom. "I"m not at all the right one. It ought to be one of you people who live out here where we"re going to do our work. You"ll have hurry calls for cash very often and it would be a nuisance to have to wait a day to write or phone me. No, sir, Roger"s the feller for that job."
"No, Roger isn"t," persisted that young man disgustedly. "I buck, I kick, I remonstrate, I protest, I refuse."