Clatter, clatter, went a sewing-machine in an upstairs room, as the busy mamma of the Newcombe children bent over it, guiding the long breadths beneath the clicking needle, her eyes fixed on its glancing point, but her thoughts very far away, after the fashion of mammas who work on sewing-machines. The slam of a door, and the sound of quick feet in the entry below, arrested her attention.
"That is Catherine, of course," she said to herself. "None of the other children bang the door in just that particular way."
The top of a rapidly ascending red hat, with a pigtail of fair hair hanging beneath it, became visible, as Mrs. Newcombe glanced across to the staircase. It _was_ Catherine. Another moment, and she burst into the room.
"Mamma, mamma, where are you? Oh, mamma, we girls have invented a society, and we are all going to belong to it."
"Who is "all," and what sort of a society is it?" demanded Mrs.
Newcombe, by no means suspending her machine work.
"All--we six, I mean--Frances and the Vaughns, and the "t.i.ttering Twins," and me. We haven"t any name for the society yet, but we want to do something."
"What sort of a something?"
"Oh, I don"t know. All sorts of somethings; but, first of all--you know how sick Minnie Banister is, don"t you, mamma?"
"Yes."
"Well, the society is really gotten up for her. We want to go every Sat.u.r.day, and take her presents. Surprises, you know, so that she can be sort of expecting us all the week and looking forward. Don"t you think that is a good plan, mamma?"
"Very good; but what kind of presents were you thinking of?"
"I don"t know exactly; we haven"t thought about that yet. Something pretty. You"ll give us some money to buy them with, won"t you, mamma?"
"No, dear, I can"t do that."
"But, mamma!"
"Listen, Catherine, and don"t pucker your forehead so. It"s a bad habit which you have taken up lately, and I want you to break yourself of it.
I cannot give you money to buy presents; not that I do not love Minnie, or am not sorry for her, but I cannot afford it. Papa has his own boys and girls to feed and clothe and educate. He cannot spare money for things that are not necessary, even when they are kind pleasant things like this plan of yours."
"But, mamma--little bits of things! It wouldn"t take much!"
"You naturally feel that there is no bottom to papa"s pocket, Catherine; that he has only to put his hand in and take out what he likes; but, my dear, that isn"t true. Papa cannot do it any more than you can."
"Then we can"t have our society," cried Catherine.
Her lip trembled, and her face flushed pink with the sense of disappointment.
"I didn"t say that," said her mother, smiling. "Have the society by all means, and carry out your plans. That can be done without money."
"But, mamma, how can it? What do you mean?"
"The how I must leave to you. Set your wits to work, and you will find out. There are plenty of ways in which to please sick people besides buying them things. Notice carefully when you are there; ask Mrs.
Banister; use your eyes. Things will suggest themselves. What sick people enjoy most are little surprises to vary their dull days, and the sense that some one is loving and thinking about them. Small unexpected pleasures count for more than their worth with them. Now, dear, run away. Consult with the others, and when you decide what you want to do, come to me, and I will do what I can to help you in ways that do not cost money."
Catherine looked more hopeful, though not altogether convinced.
"I"ll see what they say," she remarked thoughtfully. Then, after lingering a moment, as if in hopes of something more, she ran downstairs again.
She found the members of the future society looking rather crestfallen.
They had all rushed home to propound their plan, and each of their mothers in turn had raised pretty much the same objections to it which Mrs. Newcombe had raised, and had not tempered their denials with any fresh suggestions. Catherine"s report had, therefore, rather the effect of raising their spirits.
"I"m--not--sure," said Frances Brooks, "but it would be more fun to do it that way than the other. Don"t you know how much nicer it always is to make Christmas presents than to buy them? And I thought of something while you were talking that might do for the first Sat.u.r.day surprise."
"Have you really? What?"
"It came into my head because the other day when Mary and I were there, Minnie lost her handkerchief. It had slipped under the mattress or somewhere, and she worried about not finding it, and Mrs. Banister was a good while in getting another, and I was wondering if it wouldn"t be nice to make some sort of a little case, which could lie on the bed beside her, and hold it."
"Out of birch bark," suggested Mary Vaughn.
"Splendid! We could work little blue forget-me-nots on it in crewels,"
suggested Sue Hooper.
"Yes, and I have a bit of blue silk that would be just the thing for the lining," put in Ethel Hooper, the second "t.i.ttering Twin," Sue being the first. "Sister had it left over from a sofa-pillow, so she gave it to me. It is quite light, and will match the forget-me-nots."
"Now, isn"t that delightful!" cried Catherine. "Here"s our first surprise all settled without any trouble at all. I know where we can get the bark,--from one of those big birches in Mr. Swayne"s woods, and mother"ll give us some orris-root for a _sachet_, I know. She has some that"s particularly nice. It came from Philadelphia."
Under these promising auspices the "Do Something Society," for that was the name resolved upon, came into existence. Many hands made light work of the little handkerchief-case. All the members went together to get the birch bark, which in itself was good fun. Mary Vaughn cut out the case. Amy, who had taken a set of lessons in Kensington st.i.tch, worked the starry zigzag pattern, which did duty for forget-me-nots, upon it.
Susy Hooper, who was the best needlewoman of them all, lined it.
Catherine made the _sachet_. Ethel, as youngest, was allowed to fasten it into the case with a tiny blue bow, and they took turns in carrying it, as they walked toward Minnie"s house Sat.u.r.day morning.
Minnie had been looking forward to Sat.u.r.day all the week. It was the only day when these special friends had time to come for a good long stay with her. On other days they "ran in;" but what with schools and music-lessons, and daily walks and short winter afternoons, they always had to run out again long before she was ready to have them go. She had been watching the clock ever since she woke, in hopes that they would come early; nor was she disappointed, for by half-past ten the bell rang, and steps and voices were heard coming upstairs. Minnie raised herself, and held out her hands.
"O girls, how lovely! You"ve all come together," she said. "I"ve been wondering all the week if you would."
"You darling, how nice it is to see you! Are you any better to-day?"
asked Catherine.
Then, after they had all kissed her, Amy laid on the counterpane the handkerchief-case pinned up in thin white paper.
"There"s something for you," cried the society, as with one voice.
It took a good while for Minnie to open the parcel, for her fingers were weak, but she would not let any one help her. When the pretty birch-bark case was revealed, she was even more pleased than her friends had hoped she would be.
"How dear you were to make it for me!" she kept repeating. "I shall never lose my handkerchiefs now. And I shall look at it when you are not here, and it will give me the feeling that you are making me a visit."
Then they explained the new society to her and asked her to join, with the understanding that she was not to be an "active member" till she was quite well again, and Minnie agreed, and became on the spot number seven of the Do Somethings. What they did not explain was their plan for the Sat.u.r.days, because Mrs. Newcombe had dropped this word of wisdom into their counsels, that sick people enjoy a little pleasure which comes unexpectedly, much more than a larger one which they lie and think about till they are tired of the idea of it. Catherine had to bite her nimble tongue more than once to hold the secret in, but the eyes of the others held her in check, and she remembered in time. And while they chattered and laughed, Mary Vaughn kept her eyes open as Mrs. Newcombe had advised, and with such good effect that, as the society trooped out on to the sidewalk, she was ready to say, "Girls, I have thought of something for next time."
"And so have I," added Frances.
"Not really! What fun! Tell us what yours is."
"A wall-basket full of dried leaves and things to fill up that bare s.p.a.ce of wall opposite Minnie"s bed. It needn"t cost anything, for I have got one of those big j.a.panese cuffs made of straw which will do for the basket, and there are thousands of leaves to be had for the picking."
"What a good idea that is!" said Amy Vaughn. "We will make it lovely, and it will be something bright for Minnie to look at. We"ll do it. But what was your idea, Mary?"
"Mine was a sand-bag. Didn"t you hear Minnie say, "Mamma, the sheet is quite wet just where my foot comes;" and Mrs. Banister came in a hurry and took away the hot-water bag, and said there was something wrong with the screw, and it was always leaking? My aunt, who is an invalid, uses a bag of sand instead. It is made very hot in the oven and slipped into a little cover, and it keeps warm longer than hot water does, she says.