CHAPTER XXII
KEINETH"S GIFT
Twenty-five dollars! To Keineth it seemed like a fortune!
She had never thought much about money. She knew some people were very poor--she had often felt sorry for them as she watched them near the Square in New York. And she knew some were very rich, for Aunt Josephine talked of them. She had always had all the money she wanted, because she had never wanted very much. She supposed Peggy and the others had all they wanted, too. Each week Mr. Lee gave to each one of them a small allowance and whenever they managed to save anything from this each of them put it in her bank. Keineth supposed that the Lees were not as rich as Aunt Josephine and not as poor as Francesca"s family next door to her old home, but it didn"t seem to matter at all, because she did not think that the Lees wanted to be rich, anyway. They never talked of anything in terms of dollars and cents! Twenty-five dollars--that seemed enough to Keineth to buy everything anyone could want!
Keineth and Peggy had carefully kept the precious secret of the "Castle of Dreams." For a few weeks they had watched the mail each day, then the holiday fun had filled their minds and the secret was forgotten. As the weeks pa.s.sed and Keineth heard nothing she had almost given up all hope of selling her music and her great ambitions had taken a sad fall.
Peggy had urged her to consult her music master about it, but after one or two attempts Keineth found she had not the courage.
And now a check had come! Twenty-five whole dollars!
"Peggy! Peggy!" she called, unable to wait one moment to share the good news.
It was a very excited family that listened to their story at dinner time. Even Billy, red-eyed, forgot his own sorrow. Everyone had to hold the check and read it! Then each one suggested some way for Keineth to spend her money!
And as is the way with all fortunes, sooner or later they become a burden! Already, even while they made merry over the check, Keineth was beginning to worry as to what she should do with it! Of course Mr. Lee had advised her putting it in the bank, but that did not seem like much fun! If Daddy were at home she would buy something for him with it or she might send it to Tante to help the poor children that were suffering from the war.
"Give it to the Red Cross!" Peggy suggested grandly.
"Buy a bicycle!" said Alice, "or one of those cunning electric stoves that we can cook on!"
"If I had it I"d buy Pilot!" put in Billy sadly.
"I"d like to do something with it," said Keineth slowly, "that would make somebody just awfully happy, because--" She looked down the length of the table and realized suddenly how dear to her these Lees had grown and what this home was to her. "Because I"m so happy here!"
And even while she was speaking she decided just what she would do! But she would tell no one, not even Peggy!
She would buy Pilot for Billy! Mrs. Lee had said they could not afford it! What good luck that her check had come just at the right time!
After dinner she searched for and found the old man"s card. It was soiled and crumpled from Billy"s angry fingers. She hid it away with the check. She must wait until Monday.
Keineth had to ride on the street-car a very long way before she reached the address which the card gave. Then she found herself before a great iron fence and had to ring twice before the big gate in the fence opened. It opened quite by itself and it clanged shut behind her, startling her with its noise. There seemed to be a million steps leading to the big bronze door and her feet moved like tons of lead!
She had to ring again. The door swung back and a sour-faced man in dark livery faced her.
"Is--is Mr. Grandison at home?" she asked in a voice so strange that she scarcely recognized it herself.
The sour-faced man looked very hard at her.
"Who is it, miss?" he asked wonderingly, as though few people came to that door for Mr. Grandison.
"I"m Keineth Randolph. I must see him, please!" "He never sees anyone, miss, but you can go in. Only I wouldn"t advise you to bother him very much because he"s bad this morning with his rheumatism!"
He was telling her this in a whisper as he led her through the long hall. Keineth thought it quite the longest, widest hall she had ever seen and she walked very fast past the big doors that opened into dark empty rooms that looked like great caverns! If a giant, bending his great head, had leaped through one of the heavy door-frames she would have thought it quite to be expected!
The servant drew back a door and Keineth saw a long room full of books.
At the other end, close to a table, sat an old, old man. Then she saw something move suddenly and Pilot dashed at her from a corner and leaped upon her with great whimpering, licking her hands and face and even her shoes.
"What"s this? Come here, Jacky! Who are you? Who let you in here?"
roared the old man, glaring at Keineth.
Keineth, terribly frightened, advanced slowly towards him, one hand on the dog"s head. "I live at the bees" where you found Pilot. We all miss him so terribly, especially Billy, that I came to buy him back!"
"You did, did you? Well, n.o.body has money enough to buy him."
Keineth was so indignant at his disagreeable manner that she forgot her fright.
"I know the Lees haven"t money enough, because they have so many children and buy lots of things for them and give them a good time! But I"m going to buy Pilot for them! I know Pilot couldn"t be happy here, anyway, it"s so--so big and horrid and you"re so--cross--after having a happy home with the Lees!"
Pilot, as though to tell her that was very true, snuggled his nose under her arm and wagged his tail.
"I"ve got twenty-five dollars," finished Keineth triumphantly, "and I can spend all of it because I earned it myself--writing music!"
He turned and looked hard at her. Her fury seemed to have amused him.
"Music--you write music! A child like you!"
Keineth stepped closer to him. "Yes. Do you like music?"
The old man answered very slowly. "It was all I cared for once upon a time! Let me see your eyes!" He reached out a wrinkled hand and drew her towards him. "They are blue--like hers were! Child, years and years ago I loved a young girl very much--and she taught me to love music!
But she went out of my life and left me with nothing but loneliness!"
Keineth thought of the great empty house and felt very sorry for him.
"What was her name?" she asked softly.
"A pretty name--like she was!" he muttered, his eyes fastened on the child"s face. It was as if something he saw there was awakening the memories. "It was Keineth."
"Why, that is my name!"
"Keineth--Keineth what?" he cried.
"Keineth Randolph."
"You are John Randolph"s girl--her son"s girl."
"You mean my grandmother? That--lady--you loved was my daddy"s mother?"
The old man was half laughing, half crying. He held Keineth"s arms with his trembling fingers.
"Of course--the same blue eyes--and music! How your grandmother loved music! How her fingers could play, make sounds that"d tear the heart right out of you!" He shook his head. "And she wouldn"t have me--my money couldn"t buy her! After she died I stood in the Square and watched them take her away from the house--saw the flowers I had sent go with her! I saw the man she had chosen instead of me walk out, too.
He had two children by the hand--the little fellow was your father. I went away from New York then--" He drew his hands across his eyes as though to brush away the haunting pictures. "And you"re Keineth!" he finished.
Keineth told him of her daddy and of her coming from New York to live with the Lees until her father returned. She had almost forgotten Pilot in her deep sympathy for this lonely old man who had loved her father"s mother--and had loved her for so many, many years! But Pilot suddenly barked!
"Pilot thinks he belongs to us because he once saved my life," Keineth explained, going on, then, to tell the story of her narrow escape from drowning. Perhaps the old man heard her, though his face still wore a far-away look as if he had not yet been able to bring himself back from that dear past the child"s eyes had awakened.