"The girls hate them," answered Miss Podder. "They"d rather board--even two or three in a room. They like their independence. You remember Martha Joyce?"
Mrs. MacAvelly remembered. "Yes," she said, "I do--I met her mother this summer."
"She"s a cripple, isn"t she?" asked Miss Podder. "Martha"s told me about her."
"Why, not exactly. She"s what a Westerner might call "crippled up some," but she"s livelier than most well persons." And she amused her friend with a vivid rehearsal of Mrs. Joyce"s love of the city and her former triumphs in restaurant and hotel.
"She"d be a fine one to run such a house for the girls, wouldn"t she?"
suddenly cried Miss Podder.
"Why--if she could," Mrs. MacAvelly admitted slowly.
"_Could!_ Why not? You say she gets about easily enough. All she"s have to do is _manage,_ you see. She could order by "phone and keep the servants running!"
"I"m sure she"d like it," said Mrs. MacAvelly. "But don"t such things require capital?"
Miss Podder was somewhat daunted. "Yes--some; but I guess we could raise it. If we could find the right house!"
"Let"s look in the paper," suggested her visitor. "I"ve got a _Herald._"
"There"s one that reads all right," Miss Podder presently proclaimed.
"The location"s good, and it"s got a lot of rooms--furnished. I suppose it would cost too much."
Mrs. MacAvelly agreed, rather ruefully.
"Come," she said, "it"s time to close here, surely. Let"s go and look at that house, anyway. It"s not far."
They got their permit and were in the house very shortly. "I remember this place," said Miss Podder. "It was for sale earlier in the summer."
It was one of those once s.p.a.cious houses, not of "old," but at least of "middle-aged" New York; with large rooms arbitrarily divided into smaller ones.
"It"s been a boarding-house, that"s clear," said Mrs. MacAvelly.
"Why, of course," Miss Podder answered, eagerly plunging about and examining everything. "Anybody could see that! But it"s been done over--most thoroughly. The cellar"s all whitewashed, and there"s a new furnace, and new range, and look at this icebox!" It was an ice-closet, as a matter of fact, of large capacity, and a most sanitary aspect.
"Isn"t it too big?" Mrs. MacAvelly inquired.
"Not for a boarding-house, my dear," Miss Podder enthusiastically replied. "Why, they could buy a side of beef with that ice-box! And look at the extra ovens! Did you ever see a place better furnished--for what we want? It looks as if it had been done on purpose!"
"It does, doesn"t it?" said Mrs. MacAvelley.
Miss Podder, eager and determined, let no gra.s.s grow under her feet.
The rent of the place was within reason.
"If they had twenty boarders--and some "mealers," I believe it could be done! she said. "It"s a miracle--this house. Seems as if somebody had done it just for us!"
Armed with a list of girls who would agree to come, for six and seven dollars a week, Miss Podder made a trip to Willettville and laid the matter before Martha"s mother.
"What an outrageous rent!" said that lady.
"Yes--New York rents _are_ rather inconsiderate," Miss Podder admitted.
"But see, here"s a guaranteed income if the girls stay--and I"m sure they will; and if the cooking"s good you could easily get table boarders besides."
Mrs. Joyce hopped to the bureau and brought out a hard, sharp-pointed pencil, and a lined writing tablet.
"Let"s figger it out," said she. "You say that house rents furnished at $3,200. It would take a cook and a chambermaid!"
"And a furnace man," said Miss Podder. "They come to about fifty a year. The cook would be thirty a month, the maid twenty-five, if you got first-cla.s.s help, and you"d need it."
"That amounts to $710 altogether," stated Mrs. Joyce.
"Fuel and light and such things would be $200," Miss Podder estimated, "and I think you ought to allow $200 more for breakage and extras generally."
"That"s $4,310 already," said Mrs. Joyce.
Then there"s the food," Miss Podder went on. "How much do you think it would cost to feed twenty girls, two meals a day, and three Sundays?"
"And three more," Mrs. Joyce added, "with me, and the help, twenty-three. I could do it for $2.00 a week apiece."
"Oh!" said Miss Podder. "_Could_ you? At New York prices?"
"See me do it!" said Mrs. Joyce.
"That makes a total expense of $6,710 a year. Now, what"s the income, ma"am?"
The income was clear--if they could get it. Ten girls at $6.00 and ten at $7.00 made $130.00 a week--$6,700.00 a year.
"There you are!" said Mrs. Joyce triumphantly. "And the "mealers"--if my griddle-cakes don"t fetch "em I"m mistaken! If I have ten--at $5.00 a week and clear $3.00 off "em--that"ll be another bit--$1,560.00 more.
Total income $8,320.00. More"n one thousand clear! Maybe I can feed "em a little higher--or charge less!"
The two women worked together for an hour or so; Mrs. Ames drawn in later with demands as to b.u.t.ter, eggs, and "eatin" chickens."
"There"s an ice-box as big as a closet," said Miss Podder.
Mrs. Joyce smiled triumphantly. "Good!" she said. "I can buy my critters of Judson here and have him freight "em down. I can get apples here and potatoes, and lots of stuff."
"You"ll need, probably, a little capital to start with," suggested Miss Podder. "I think the a.s.sociation could--"
"It don"t have to, thank you just the same," said Mrs. Joyce. "I"ve got enough in my stocking to take me to New York and get some fuel.
Besides, all my boarders is goin" to pay in advance--that"s the one sure way. The mealers can buy tickets!"
Her eyes danced. She fairly coursed about the room on her nimble crutches.
"My!" she said, "it will seem good to have my girl to feed again."