Tammas"s wife said as Tammas could sleep in the kitchen to pay for carryin" the wood an" watter, but she couldn"t take us both because she takes boarders."
Patty c.o.c.ked her head for a moment of silence, as she endeavored to pluck sense from this tangle of Tammases.
"It"s too bad!" she comforted, laying a sympathetic hand on the old woman"s knee.
Gramma Flannigan"s eyes filled with the ready tears of old age.
"I"m not complainin", for it"s the way o" the world. The owld must step off, an" make room for the young. But it"s lonely I am without him!
We"ve lived together for forty-seven years, an" we know each other"s ways."
"But your son doesn"t live very far away." Patty offered what solace she might. "You must see Thomas very often."
"That an" I don"t! You might as well have a husband dead, as a mile an"
a half away an" laid oop with rheumatism."
The clock pointed to a quarter of six, and the visitors rose. They had still to walk half a mile and dress before dinner.
The old woman clung to Patty"s hand at parting. She seemed to find more comfort in the little stray sympathy that Patty had offered, than in all her exuberant brood of grandchildren.
"Isn"t it dreadful to be old, and just sit around waiting to die?" Patty shuddered, as they faced the cold darkness outside.
"Dreadful!" Conny cordially agreed. "Hurry up! Or we"ll be late for dinner, and this is chicken night."
They turned homeward at a jog trot that left little breath for speech; but Patty"s mind was working as fast as her legs.
"I"ve got a perfectly splendid idea," she panted as she turned in at the gate and trotted up the driveway toward the big lighted house that spread wide wings to receive them.
"What?" they asked.
The quick insistent clang of the gong floated out to meet them, and on the instant, hurrying figures flitted past the windows--the summons to meals brought a readier response than the summons to study.
"I"ll tell you after dinner. No time now," Patty returned as she peeled off her coat.
They were unlacing their blouses as they clattered up the back stairs, and pulling them over their heads in the upper hall.
"Go slow--please!" they implored of the down-going procession whose track they crossed. Dinner was the only meal which might be approached by the front stairs, which were carpeted instead of tinned.
Their evening frocks were fortunately in one piece, and they dove into them with little ceremony. The three presented themselves flushed of cheek and somewhat rumpled as to hair, but properly gowned and apologetic, just as grace was ended. To be late for grace only meant one demerit; the first course came higher, and the second higher still.
Punishment increased by geometrical progression.
During the half hour"s intermission before evening study, the three separated themselves from the dancers in the hall, and withdrew to a corner of the deserted schoolroom.
Patty perched herself on a desk, and loudly stated her feelings.
"I"m tired of having the Dowager get up at prayers, and make a speech about the beautiful Christmas spirit, and how sweet it is to make so many little children happy, when she knows perfectly well that it"s just a lark for us. I"m chairman this year and I can do as I please.
I"ve had enough of this fake charity; and I"m not going to have any Christmas tree!"
"No Christmas tree?" Conny echoed blankly.
"But what are you going to do with the thirty-seven dollars and eight-four cents?" asked Priscilla, the practical.
"Listen!" Patty settled to her argument. "There aren"t any children around here who need a blessed thing, but Gramma and Granpa Flannigan do. That poor old woman, who is just as nice as she can be, is crowded in with all those horrid, yelling, sticky little Murphys; and Granpa Flannigan is poked into Tammas Junior"s kitchen, running errands for Tammas Junior"s wife, who is a per-fect-ly _terrible_ woman. She throws kettles when she gets mad. Gramma worries all the time for fear he has rheumatism, and n.o.body to rub on liniment, or make him wear the right underclothes. They"re exactly as fond of each other as any other husband and wife, and just because Ursula wants to have callers, I say it"s a mean shame for them to be separated!"
"It is too bad," Conny agreed impartially. "But I don"t see that we can help it."
"Why, yes! Instead of having a Christmas tree, we"ll rent that empty little cottage down by the laurel walk, and mend the chimney--Patrick can do that for nothing--and put in new windows, and furnish it, and set them up in housekeeping."
"Do you think we can do it for thirty-seven dollars and eighty-four cents?" Priscilla asked.
"That"s where the charity comes in! Every girl in school will go without her allowance for two weeks. Then we"ll have more than a hundred dollars, and you can furnish a house perfectly beautifully for that. And it would be real charity to give up our allowances, because they are particularly useful at Christmas time."
"But will the girls want to give their allowances?"
"We"ll fix it so they"ll have to," said Patty. "We"ll call a ma.s.s meeting and make a speech. Then everybody will file past and sign a paper. No one will dare refuse with the school looking on."
Patty"s fire kindled an answering flame in the other two.
"It is a good idea!" Conny declared.
"And it would be a lark, fixing the house," said Priscilla. "Almost as much fun as getting married ourselves."
"Exactly," Patty nodded. "Those poor old things haven"t had a chance to see each other alone for years. We"ll give "em a honeymoon all over again."
Patty was outwardly occupied with geometry the next hour, but her mind was busy hemming sheets and towels and tablecloths. It being Thursday evening, the hour between eight and nine was occupied with "manners."
The girls took turns in coming gracefully downstairs, entering the drawing-room, announced by Claire du Bois in the role of footman, and shaking hands with their hostesses--Conny Wilder, as dowager mama, and towering above her, as debutante daughter, Irene McCullough, the biggest girl in the school. The gymnasium teacher who a.s.signed the roles, had a sense of humor. An appropriate remark was expected from each guest, the weather being barred.
"Mrs. Wilder!" Priscilla gushed, advancing with outstretched hand, "and dear little Irene! It doesn"t seem possible that the child is actually grown. It was only yesterday that she was a mite of a thing toddling about--"
Priscilla was shoved on by Patty.
"Me dear Mrs. Wilder," she inquired in a brogue that would have put the Murphys to shame, "have ye heard the news that"s goin" round? Mr. and Mrs. Tammas Flannigan have taken the Laurel Cottage for the season. They are thinkin" of startin" a salon. They will be at home ivery afternoon during recreation hour--and will serve limonade and gingerbread in summer, and soup and sandwiches in winter. Ye must take Irene to call on thim."
The moment "manners" was over, the three withdrew to the seclusion of Patty"s and Conny"s room in Paradise Alley, and closed the door against callers. Between nine and nine-thirty was the fashionable calling hour at St. Ursula"s. The time was supposed to be occupied in getting ready for bed, but if one were clever about undressing in the dark, one might devote the thirty minutes to social purposes.
"Gone to sleep! Don"t disturb us!" the placard read that they impaled upon the door, but the clatter of tongues inside belied the words.
"Isn"t my idea fine about the lemonade and soup?" Patty demanded.
"The great thing about charity is not to make it charity. You must keep people self-supporting," Priscilla quoted from their last lesson in sociology.
"We"ll fix little tables under the apple tree in summer and in the parlor in winter," Patty planned, "and all the school girls and automobiles will stop for lemonade. We"ll charge the girls five cents a gla.s.s and the automobiles ten."
"And I say, let"s make Patrick and Tammas each contribute a dollar a week toward their support," Conny proposed. "They must eat up a dollar"s worth of potatoes as they are living now."
They continued planning in whispers until long after "lights-out" had rung; and Priscilla, in a laudable desire to be inconspicuous, was obliged to crawl on hands and knees past Mademoiselle"s open door, before she gained her own room at the end of the corridor.
The moment recreation sounded the next afternoon, they obtained permission to be out of bounds, and set off at a brisk trot. It was their business-like intention to have all the statistics complete, before submitting the matter to the a.s.sembled school.
"We"ll first call on Patrick and Tammas and make "em promise the dollar," said Patty.