"Mama, papa, daughter," Virgie added, pointing demurely to Ernestine as "Papa." After that the Laundryman was known as "Pa" by the trio.
Milly was occasionally embarra.s.sed by Ernestine,--and she was ashamed of her feeling,--as when Clive Reinhard came in on them one evening without warning. Reinhard glanced at the squat figure of the Laundryman, and tried to make her talk. Fortunately for Milly"s feelings, Ernestine sat bolt upright and tongue-tied in the novelist"s presence and thus did not betray her ungrammatical self. But she stayed on relentlessly until the visitor went, and observed afterwards,--
"So that"s the Johnnie that writes the books I see in the windows? And the girls are crazy about "em--humph!" All of which would have amused the popular novelist.
It was inevitable, of course, that sooner or later Ernestine should meet all of Milly"s friends who still sought her out. And she always sat through these occasions, quiet and sharp-eyed; when she trusted herself to speak, her harsh, positive voice had the effect of dropping a piece of china on the floor. Milly was often mortified at first, though by this time she cared for Ernestine so genuinely that she would not let her suspect or hurt her feelings. She convinced herself that Ernestine"s grammar was an accident of the slightest importance, and that as a person she compared quite favorably with all the people she knew.
Ernestine"s fondness for Milly"s visitors was not due to any vulgar desire to push herself into superior circles, merely a human curiosity about these members of another world and a pathetic admiration for their refinement. With the same att.i.tude she was painstakingly, if shyly, improving her table manners and her speech. To Virginia"s relief she had largely suppressed "ain"t" already, and occasionally bestowed a final syllable on the participles.
But Milly had many more real worries than these trifling social maladjustments between her old friends and her new one. Her small funds were dwindling rapidly, as usual, even with the practice of a greater economy than she had ever before attempted. All her feeble efforts to find employment and earn money had failed. She felt herself slipping down, and with all her courageous determination to save herself from social chaos she was like a bird fluttering at the brink of a chasm, unable to wing itself steadily out of danger. The Reddons, she knew, would soon need their apartment, for Marion was coming north in the first warm weather. Then there would be for herself and Virginia nothing but a boarding-house, from which she shrank. And after that, what?
Mornings she woke to consciousness with a start of terror, realizing that the weeks were melting to days,--days of grace as for a criminal!
What should she do? What _could_ she do? She envied Ernestine as she had never envied any one in her life, when she saw her striding off in the morning, her head in the air, a serious scowl on her plain face, competent and equipped in the face of life....
Ernestine found her one evening at a low point in her depression over her fate. Milly had told far less of her circ.u.mstances to the working-woman than Ernestine had told of hers in their mutual confidences. Social pride--a sense of caste--had prevented Milly from confessing her miserable situation. But now she unfolded the whole story, with a few tears.
"If it wasn"t for Virgie," she sobbed, "I"d walk into the river to-night--I"d do anything to end it. I"m no good."
"Don"t you talk like that, dearie!" Ernestine said, getting up impulsively and with her heavy tread crossing the room. She took Milly in her strong arms and held her tight. "Don"t ever say those things again!" she murmured in an uncertain voice, hugging the yielding figure to her. "Don"t I know how you feel?... I guessed things weren"t very rosy with you, but I didn"t like to ask you until you were ready to say.... Now we"ll straighten this thing out."
Her robust, confident manner cheered Milly as much as her embrace. She trusted Ernestine"s strength as she had once that of her husband.
Ernestine went at things like a man in more ways than one. Releasing Milly, she stood over her frowningly, her hands on her hips, and looked steadily, intently at the pitiful face of the other woman.
"Couldn"t I do something in the laundry?" Milly suggested timidly. "You employ so many women there," she faltered. It had taken a struggle with her pride to contemplate this work. "I"m pretty strong."
Ernestine smiled and shook her head very positively.
"No, that"s one thing that _wouldn"t_ do. You"d be no good as a working-woman now, dearie!"
"But I _must_ do something!" Milly wailed, "or starve and let Virgie go to her father"s people. Isn"t there _anything_ I can do in the world?"
She had reached the ultimate bottom of life, she felt, and her demand had a tragic pathos in it. She waited for her answer.
"Yes!" Ernestine exclaimed, a smile of successful thinking on her broad face. "You can make a home for me--a real one--that"s what you can do--fine! Now listen," she insisted, as she saw the look of disappointment on Milly"s expectant face. "Listen to me--it ain"t bad at all."
And she unfolded her plan, recounting again her longing for her own hearth, and proving to Milly that she could do a real, useful thing in the world, if she would make life pleasanter and happier for one who was able to earn money for three.
"Don"t wait for your friends to come back," she urged. "Just pack right up as soon as you can and move downstairs. Do you suppose Virgie"s asleep? We"ll tell her to-morrer any way.... And you do with my shack what you want,--any old thing, so"s you let me sleep there. It"ll be fine, fine!"
And so it was agreed, although Milly was not greatly pleased with the prospect of becoming homemaker and companion to the Laundryman. It was not very different in essentials from her marriage with Jack, and she recognized now that she had not made a success of that on the economic side. In short, it was like so much else in her life, practically all her life, she felt bitterly,--it was a shift, a compromise, a _pis-aller_, and this time it was a social descent also. What would her friends say? But Milly courageously put that cheap thought out of her mind. If this was all that she could find to do to support herself and her child,--if it was all that she was good for in this world,--she would do it and swallow her pride with her tears.
And she was sincerely grateful to Ernestine for the warm-hearted way in which she had put her proposal, as if it were a real favor to her. She made this one mental reservation to herself,--it should last only until she found "something better" as a solution. When Milly told the little girl of the new move, Virgie was delighted. "It"ll be like having a real man in the house again," she said. "We"ll have to teach her how to speak like we do, shan"t we, mama?"
Ernestine came bubbling in the next day with a new inspiration.
"Been thinking of our scheme all night," she announced breathlessly, "and couldn"t attend to business I was so excited. Now this is the conclusion I got to. You can"t make a home in one of these flat-boxes, can you?"
Milly agreed listlessly that they were a poor compromise for the real thing.
"Well, I said to myself,--"Why not a real house?" So this morning I quit work and took a taxi so"s I could get over ground faster and went down--"
"I know," Milly interrupted with a laugh,--"to number 232!"
"Yes! And they"re there still, and I"ve got number 236! What do you think of that? It don"t take me long to do business when I got an idea.... Of course there is that loft building opposite, but it"s thin and don"t take much light.... So to-morrow, Mrs. Bragdon, you meet me at luncheon and we"ll go down and look over our new home!"
How could any one be doleful under so much joy? Milly kissed Ernestine with genuine emotion.
"It will be splendid. Virgie will like a house so much more than this."
"Of course, of course--it"s the only proper thing for a family.... You"ll have to do the whole thing, Madam." (Ernestine had a curious shyness about using Milly"s name.) "I"ll give you "Carter Blanch" as they say.... Only one thing!"
She shook her thick finger at Milly solemnly.
"What"s that?"
"Muslin curtains at all the front windows, and a real fireplace in the livin"-room--"
"And window boxes at the windows and real oil lamps on the table, Mr.
Geyer!" Milly completed, entering into Ernestine"s spirit.
"We"ll be comfy and homelike, don"t you think so?" Ernestine shouted gleefully, putting an arm around Milly"s soft figure. "Now I"ve got what I want," she said almost solemnly.
"Don"t be too sure--I"m a pretty bad housekeeper."
"I know you"re not."
"Careless and horribly extravagant--every one says so."
"I won"t let you break _me_!... Say, you"d ought to be married to a real man--that"s what you are made for."
"Thanks!" Milly said a little sadly. "I"ve had all of _that_ I want.... This suits me far better."
"Well, it does me, anyway!"
Thus Milly"s second marriage came off. In another month she and Virginia were living quite happily in Ernestine Geyer"s establishment at "number 236," with muslin curtains behind the windows, and flower-boxes.
PART FIVE
THE CAKE SHOP