After a satisfying supper, Mrs. Geary took the child up to a low, slant-ceiled room, that was as bare and clean as the kitchen. The old woman bathed Marjorie"s face and hands with unexpected gentleness, and then helped her to undress. She brought a coa.r.s.e, plain nightgown of her own, but it was clean and soft, and felt comfortable to the tired child.
Then she was tucked between coa.r.s.e sheets, on a hard bed, but so weary was she that it seemed comfortable.
Mrs. Geary patted her arm and hummed softly an old hymn-tune, and poor little Marjorie dropped asleep almost at once.
"What do you make of it, Father?" asked the old woman, returning to the kitchen.
"She run away from her home fer some reason. Said she hadn"t got no home. Stepmother, I shouldn"t wonder. We"ll find out to-morrow, an" I"ll tote her back."
"Mebbe there"ll be a reward."
"Mebbe so. But we"ll do our best by her, reward or no. But if so be they is one, I"ll be mighty glad, fer I had pore luck sellin" that hay to-day."
"Wal, chirk up, Father; mebbe things"ll grow brighter soon."
"Mebbe they will, Sary,--mebbe they will."
In her unaccustomed surroundings, Marjorie woke early. The sun was just reddening the eastern horizon, and the birds were chirping in the trees.
She had that same sinking of the heart, that same feeling of desolation, but she did not cry, for her nerves were rested, and her brain refreshed, by her night"s sleep. She lay in her poor, plain bed and considered the situation.
"It doesn"t matter," she said, sternly, to herself, "how bad I feel about it, it"s true. I"m not a Maynard, and never was. I don"t know who I am, or what my name is. And I don"t believe I"d better go to Grandma Maynard"s. Perhaps she doesn"t know I"m not really her granddaughter, and then she wouldn"t want me, after all. For I"d have to tell her. So I just believe I"ll earn my own living and be self-supporting."
This plan appealed to Marjorie"s imagination. It seemed grand and n.o.ble and heroic. Moreover, she was very much in earnest, and in this crisp, early morning she felt braver and stronger than she had felt the night before.
"Yes," she thought on, "I ought to earn my living,--for I"ve no claim on Fa--on Mr. Maynard. Perhaps these people here can find me some work to do. At any rate, I"ll ask them."
She jumped up, and dressed herself, for she heard Mr. and Mrs. Geary already in the kitchen.
"My stars!" said her hostess, as she appeared; "how peart you look!
Slept good, didn"t ye?"
"Fine!" said Midget; "good-morning, both of you. Can"t I help you?"
Mrs. Geary was transferring baked apples from a pan to an old cracked platter. Though unaccustomed to such work, Marjorie was quick and deft at anything, and in a moment she had the apples nicely arranged and placed on the table. She a.s.sisted in other ways, and chattered gayly as she worked.
Too gayly, Mrs. Geary thought, and she glanced knowingly at her husband, for they both realized Marjorie"s flow of good spirits was forced,--not spontaneous.
After breakfast was over, Midget said, "Now, I"ll wash up the dishes, Mrs. Geary, and you sit down and take a little rest."
"Land sake, child! I ain"t tired. An" you ain"t used to this work, I see you ain"t."
"That doesn"t matter. I can do it, and I must do something to pay for my board,--I have very little money."
"Hear the child talk! Wal, you kin help me with the work, a little, an"
then we must come to an understandin"."
Marjorie worked with a nervous haste that betrayed her inexperience as well as her willingness, and after a time the plain little house was in order.
Mr. Geary came in from doing his out-of-door "ch.o.r.es," and Marjorie saw the "understandin"" was about to be arrived at. But she was prepared; she had made up her mind as to her course, and was determined to pursue it.
"Now, fust of all," said Mr. Geary, kindly, but with decision, "what is your name?"
"Jessica Brown," said Marjorie, promptly.
She had already a.s.sured herself that as she had no real right to the name she had always used, she was privileged to choose herself a new one. Jessica had long been a favorite with her, and Brown seemed non-committal.
Mr. Geary looked at her sharply, but she said the name glibly, and Jessica was what he called "highfalutin" enough to fit her evident station in life, so he made no comment.
"Where do you live?" he went on.
"I have no home," said Marjorie, steadily; "I am a findling."
"A what?"
"A findling,--from the asylum."
The term didn"t sound _quite_ right to her,--but she couldn"t think of the exact word,--and having used it, concluded to stick to it.
Zeb Geary was not highly educated, but this word, so soberly used, struck his humorous sense, and he put his brawny hand over his mouth to hide his smiles.
"Yep," he said, after a moment, "I understand,--I do. And whar"d ye set out fer?"
"I started for New York, but I"ve decided not to go there."
"Oh, ye hev, hev ye? An" jes" what do ye calkilate to do?"
"Well, Mr. Geary," Marjorie looked troubled,--"and Mrs. Geary, I"d _like_ to stay here for a while. I"ll work for you, and you can pay me by giving me food and lodging. I s"pose I wouldn"t be worth very much at first, but I"d learn fast,--you know,--I do everything fast,--Mother always said so,--I,--I mean, the lady I used to live with, said so. And I"d try very hard to please you both. If you"d let me stay a while, perhaps you"d learn to like me. You see, I"ve _got_ to earn my own living, and I haven"t anywhere to go, and not a friend in the world but you two."
These astonishing words, from the pretty, earnest child, in the dainty and fashionable dress of the best people, completely floored the old country couple.
"Well, I swan!" exclaimed Mr. Geary, while Mrs. Geary said, "My stars!"
twice, with great emphasis.
"Please," Marjorie went on, "please give me a trial; for I"ve been thinking it over, and I don"t see what I can possibly do but "work out."
Isn"t that what you call it? And if I learn some with you, I might work out in New York, later on."
"Bless your baby heart!" exclaimed Mrs. Geary, wiping her eyes which were moist from conflicting emotions. "Stay here you shall, if you want to,--though land knows we can"t well afford the keep of another."
"Oh, are you too poor to keep me?" cried Marjorie, dismayed. "I don"t want to be a burden to you. I thought I could help enough to pay for my "keep.""
"So ye kin, dearie,--so ye kin," said old Zeb, heartily. "We"ll fix it some way, Mother, at least for the present. Now, Jessiky, don"t ye worrit a mite more. We"ll take keer on ye, and the work ye"ll do"ll more"n pay fer all ye"ll eat."
This was n.o.ble-hearted bluff on Zeb"s part, for he was hard put to it to get food for himself and his old wife.
He was what is known as "shif"less." He worked spasmodically, and spent hours dawdling about, accomplishing nothing, on his old neglected farm.
But, somehow, a latent ambition and energy seemed to reawaken in his old heart, and he determined to make renewed efforts to "get ahead" for this pretty child"s sake. And meantime, if she liked to think she was helping, by such work as those dainty little hands could do, he was willing to humor her.