That lady"s face was a study. Amazement, incredulity, wonder, chased each other over it, succeeded by a glow of pleasure. On the floor before her was a snug little pyramid of parcels topped by Jean"s letter. On a chair behind it was a bowl of delicious hot-house roses and Nellie"s placard.
Miss Allen looked down the hall but saw nothing, for Jean had slammed the door just in time. Half an hour later when they were going down to breakfast Miss Allen came along the hall with outstretched hands to meet them. She had been crying again, but I think her tears were happy ones; and she was smiling now. A cl.u.s.ter of Jean"s roses were pinned on her breast.
"Oh, girls, girls," she said, with a little tremble in her voice, "I can never thank you enough. It was so kind and sweet of you. You don"t know how much good you have done me."
Breakfast was an unusually cheerful affair at No. 16 that morning.
There was no skeleton at the feast and everybody was beaming. Miss Allen laughed and talked like a girl herself.
"Oh, how surprised I was!" she said. "The roses were like a bit of summer, and those cats of Nellie"s were so funny and delightful. And your letter too, Jean! I cried and laughed over it. I shall read it every day for a year."
After breakfast everyone went to Christmas service. The girls went uptown to the church they attended. The city was very beautiful in the morning sunshine. There had been a white frost in the night and the tree-lined avenues and public squares seemed like glimpses of fairyland.
"How lovely the world is," said Jean.
"This is really the very happiest Christmas morning I have ever known," declared Nellie. "I never felt so really Christma.s.sy in my inmost soul before."
"I suppose," said Beth thoughtfully, "that it is because we have discovered for ourselves the old truth that it is more blessed to give than to receive. I"ve always known it, in a way, but I never realized it before."
"Blessing on Jean"s Christmas inspiration," said Nellie. "But, girls, let us try to make it an all-the-year-round inspiration, I say. We can bring a little of our own sunshine into Miss Allen"s life as long as we live with her."
"Amen to that!" said Jean heartily. "Oh, listen, girls--the Christmas chimes!"
And over all the beautiful city was wafted the grand old message of peace on earth and good will to all the world.
A Christmas Mistake
"Tomorrow is Christmas," announced Teddy Grant exultantly, as he sat on the floor struggling manfully with a refractory bootlace that was knotted and tagless and stubbornly refused to go into the eyelets of Teddy"s patched boots. "Ain"t I glad, though. Hurrah!"
His mother was washing the breakfast dishes in a dreary, listless sort of way. She looked tired and broken-spirited. Ted"s enthusiasm seemed to grate on her, for she answered sharply:
"Christmas, indeed. I can"t see that it is anything for us to rejoice over. Other people may be glad enough, but what with winter coming on I"d sooner it was spring than Christmas. Mary Alice, do lift that child out of the ashes and put its shoes and stockings on. Everything seems to be at sixes and sevens here this morning."
Keith, the oldest boy, was coiled up on the sofa calmly working out some algebra problems, quite oblivious to the noise around him. But he looked up from his slate, with his pencil suspended above an obstinate equation, to declaim with a flourish:
"Christmas comes but once a year, And then Mother wishes it wasn"t here."
"I don"t, then," said Gordon, son number two, who was preparing his own noon lunch of bread and mola.s.ses at the table, and making an atrocious mess of crumbs and sugary syrup over everything. "I know one thing to be thankful for, and that is that there"ll be no school.
We"ll have a whole week of holidays."
Gordon was noted for his aversion to school and his affection for holidays.
"And we"re going to have turkey for dinner," declared Teddy, getting up off the floor and rushing to secure his share of bread and mola.s.ses, "and cranb"ry sauce and--and--pound cake! Ain"t we, Ma?"
"No, you are not," said Mrs. Grant desperately, dropping the dishcloth and s.n.a.t.c.hing the baby on her knee to wipe the crust of cinders and mola.s.ses from the chubby pink-and-white face. "You may as well know it now, children, I"ve kept it from you so far in hopes that something would turn up, but nothing has. We can"t have any Christmas dinner tomorrow--we can"t afford it. I"ve pinched and saved every way I could for the last month, hoping that I"d be able to get a turkey for you anyhow, but you"ll have to do without it. There"s that doctor"s bill to pay and a dozen other bills coming in--and people say they can"t wait. I suppose they can"t, but it"s kind of hard, I must say."
The little Grants stood with open mouths and horrified eyes. No turkey for Christmas! Was the world coming to an end? Wouldn"t the government interfere if anyone ventured to dispense with a Christmas celebration?
The gluttonous Teddy stuffed his fists into his eyes and lifted up his voice. Keith, who understood better than the others the look on his mother"s face, took his blubbering young brother by the collar and marched him into the porch. The twins, seeing the summary proceeding, swallowed the outcries they had intended to make, although they couldn"t keep a few big tears from running down their fat cheeks.
Mrs. Grant looked pityingly at the disappointed faces about her.
"Don"t cry, children, you make me feel worse. We are not the only ones who will have to do without a Christmas turkey. We ought to be very thankful that we have anything to eat at all. I hate to disappoint you, but it can"t be helped."
"Never mind, Mother," said Keith, comfortingly, relaxing his hold upon the porch door, whereupon it suddenly flew open and precipitated Teddy, who had been tugging at the handle, heels over head backwards.
"We know you"ve done your best. It"s been a hard year for you. Just wait, though. I"ll soon be grown up, and then you and these greedy youngsters shall feast on turkey every day of the year. h.e.l.lo, Teddy, have you got on your feet again? Mind, sir, no more blubbering!"
"When I"m a man," announced Teddy with dignity, "I"d just like to see you put me in the porch. And I mean to have turkey all the time and I won"t give you any, either."
"All right, you greedy small boy. Only take yourself off to school now, and let us hear no more squeaks out of you. Tramp, all of you, and give Mother a chance to get her work done."
Mrs. Grant got up and fell to work at her dishes with a brighter face.
"Well, we mustn"t give in; perhaps things will be better after a while. I"ll make a famous bread pudding, and you can boil some mola.s.ses taffy and ask those little Smithsons next door to help you pull it. They won"t whine for turkey, I"ll be bound. I don"t suppose they ever tasted such a thing in all their lives. If I could afford it, I"d have had them all in to dinner with us. That sermon Mr. Evans preached last Sunday kind of stirred me up. He said we ought always to try and share our Christmas joy with some poor souls who had never learned the meaning of the word. I can"t do as much as I"d like to. It was different when your father was alive."
The noisy group grew silent as they always did when their father was spoken of. He had died the year before, and since his death the little family had had a hard time. Keith, to hide his feelings, began to hector the rest.
"Mary Alice, do hurry up. Here, you twin nuisances, get off to school.
If you don"t you"ll be late and then the master will give you a whipping."
"He won"t," answered the irrepressible Teddy. "He never whips us, he doesn"t. He stands us on the floor sometimes, though," he added, remembering the many times his own chubby legs had been seen to better advantage on the school platform.
"That man," said Mrs. Grant, alluding to the teacher, "makes me nervous. He is the most abstracted creature I ever saw in my life. It is a wonder to me he doesn"t walk straight into the river some day.
You"ll meet him meandering along the street, gazing into vacancy, and he"ll never see you nor hear a word you say half the time."
"Yesterday," said Gordon, chuckling over the remembrance, "he came in with a big piece of paper he"d picked up on the entry floor in one hand and his hat in the other--and he stuffed his hat into the coal-scuttle and hung up the paper on a nail as grave as you please.
Never knew the difference till Ned Sloc.u.m went and told him. He"s always doing things like that."
Keith had collected his books and now marched his brothers and sisters off to school. Left alone with the baby, Mrs. Grant betook herself to her work with a heavy heart. But a second interruption broke the progress of her dish-washing.
"I declare," she said, with a surprised glance through the window, "if there isn"t that absent-minded schoolteacher coming through the yard!
What can he want? Dear me, I do hope Teddy hasn"t been cutting capers in school again."
For the teacher"s last call had been in October and had been occasioned by the fact that the irrepressible Teddy would persist in going to school with his pockets filled with live crickets and in driving them harnessed to strings up and down the aisle when the teacher"s back was turned. All mild methods of punishment having failed, the teacher had called to talk it over with Mrs. Grant, with the happy result that Teddy"s behaviour had improved--in the matter of crickets at least.
But it was about time for another outbreak. Teddy had been unnaturally good for too long a time. Poor Mrs. Grant feared that it was the calm before a storm, and it was with nervous haste that she went to the door and greeted the young teacher.
He was a slight, pale, boyish-looking fellow, with an abstracted, musing look in his large dark eyes. Mrs. Grant noticed with amus.e.m.e.nt that he wore a white straw hat in spite of the season. His eyes were directed to her face with his usual unseeing gaze.
"Just as though he was looking through me at something a thousand miles away," said Mrs. Grant afterwards. "I believe he was, too. His body was right there on the step before me, but where his soul was is more than you or I or anybody can tell."
"Good morning," he said absently. "I have just called on my way to school with a message from Miss Millar. She wants you all to come up and have Christmas dinner with her tomorrow."
"For the land"s sake!" said Mrs. Grant blankly. "I don"t understand."
To herself she thought, "I wish I dared take him and shake him to find if he"s walking in his sleep or not."