"Why, you can really do it!" cried Madame d"Avala.
"Sure! This ain"t nothin"." Freddy"s fingers flew.
"Careful of that drapery. It"s tricky."
"Say, drapery"s pie to me. I fastened up lots harder dresses than this."
"Really?"
"Sure! Florette had swell clo"es. This"n"s swell, too. My! ain"t it great to see a cla.s.sy gown again!"
Madame d"Avala laughed and Freddy joined her.
"Say, you seen the teachers at this school?" he asked. "You seen "em?"
Madame d"Avala nodded.
"Nice ladies," said Freddy in an effort to be fair. "But no cla.s.s--you know what I mean. Way they slick their hair back, an" no paint or powder. Gee, Florette wouldn"t wear their clo"es to a dog fight!"
"Nor I," said Madame d"Avala; "I love dogs."
"I tole Miss Eva she ought to put peroxide in the rinsin" water for her hair like Florette useter, but it made her mad. I b"lieve in a woman fixin" herself up all she can, don"t you?" asked Freddy earnestly.
"Indeed, I do! But tell me, who is Florette?"
So Freddy told her all about his mother, and about the good fortune that had come to her.
"Fifty-two weeks solid! Some ac" to get that kinda bookin, huh?" he ended.
"Yes! Oh, yes, indeed!"
"There y"ah now! Look at youse"f! See if it"s a"right."
Madame d"Avala turned to the mirror. Her gown fell in serene, lovely folds. It seemed incredible that it was the little demon of a few minutes before.
"Perfect! Freddy, you"re a wonder. How can I thank you?"
"Tha"s a"right. You"re welcome."
He was regarding her with worshipful eyes.
"You"re awful pretty," he breathed.
"Thank you," said Madame d"Avala. "Are you coming to my concert?"
"No, they put us to bed!" cried Freddy in disgust. "Puttin" me to bed at 8:30 every night! What-ta y" know about that! Jus" w"en the orchestra would be tunin" up for the evenin" p"formance."
"What a shame! I"d like to have you see my act."
"I bet it"s great. You got the looks, too. Tha"s what it takes in this p"fession. Make a quick change?"
"No, I wear the same dress all through."
"Oh! Well," he sighed deeply--"well, it"s been great to see you, anyway. Goo"-bye."
The great lady bent down to him and kissed his forehead.
"Good-bye, Freddy," she said. "You"ve helped me so much."
Freddy drew in a long breath.
"M-m," he sighed, "you know how I come to peek in your door like that?"
"Because you heard me screaming "d.a.m.n"?"
"No, before that. Comin" all the way down the hall I could smell it.
Smelled so nice. Don"t none of these ladies use perfume. I jus" knew somebody I"d like was in here soon"s I got that smell."
"Oh, Freddy, I like you, too! But I"ve got to hurry now. Good-bye. And thanks so much, dear."
She started out the door.
"Oh, gee! I can"t go to bed!" Freddy wailed.
"Come along, then!" cried Madame d"Avala, impetuously seizing his hand. "I"ll make them let you go to the concert. They must!"
They ran down the hall together hand in hand, Freddy directing the way to the Misses Blair"s study. Miss Eva and Miss Nellie and Mary were there, and they looked at Freddy compa.s.sionately. And though Miss Eva said it was most unusual, Miss Nellie agreed to Madame d"Avala"s request.
"For," said gentle Miss Nellie, drawing Madame d"Avala aside and lowering her voice--"for we are very sorry for Freddy now. His mother----"
"Oh, yes, she has gone to England."
"Why, no! She--is dead!"
"Oh, _mio povero bambino_! And how he adores her!"
"Yes."
"And what will he do then?"
"He can stay on here. But I am afraid he doesn"t like us," Miss Nellie sighed.
"Has he no one else?"
"No--that is, a stepfather. But his mother put him here to save him from the stepfather"s abuse, and--and all the coa.r.s.ening influences of stage life, if you understand."
"Ah, yes, I understand," said Madame d"Avala. "And yet I think I understand the little one, too. He and I--we have the same nature. We cannot breathe in the too-high alt.i.tudes. For us there must be dancing in the valley, laughter and roses, perfume and sunshine--always sunshine."