The house is fairly tumbling down; they couldn"t have been warm once last winter. And there were five of them, from the baby up to Tad; he"s twelve. Such clothes! Just as if somebody"s rag-bag had fallen apart and begun to walk around. No wonder poor little Mrs. Jimson is nothing but a mite of discouragement. Old Jim wasn"t much of a man; but I suppose he did put a bite inside of the rags once in a while, and she doesn"t know where even that is coming from, now he"s gone. At least, not bites enough to satisfy five unragged appet.i.tes."
Mother Brace"s hands fell upon the potato-pan, knife and all. "Why, Gerry, child, what can we do? Our own bites aren"t any too big; but I suppose we can spare a few vegetables now and again, if any grow without old Jim to hoe them. But we certainly haven"t any houses or extra clothes, unless--maybe I could spare--"
"You can"t spare a single clo", you blessed mother!" interrupted Gerry.
"You"re not to worry at all, but I am going to think and think. I"m sure I shouldn"t be made to feel so bad if there wasn"t something I could do to help."
With which cheerful logic she sprang up and set about finishing her morning"s work, interrupted to attend the short and simple funeral service said over the body of "old Jim Jimson," who had given them such help as they could not dispense with in their square bit of garden, and squandered the money that should have provided for the wife and five children whose wretchedness had torn Gerry"s tender heart.
All day she thought and thought; and, as she washed the supper dishes, she was still thinking:--
"Now, Gerry Brace, what are your worldly possessions, anyway? Clothes enough to be a wee bit more than respectable, a house plenty big for two, but certainly not stretchable to take in six more, a little piece of garden, and a nice big piece of gra.s.s and trees, and a barn. A barn!"
she repeated, clasping her hands in the dish-water with a splash.
"Mother Brace," she said ten minutes later, when she sat on the top step of the front porch with her arms across her mother"s knee. "I believe I"ve hit on the very thing to do. There are the Jimsons in their tumble-down house, and here are we with a perfectly whole, clean barn without even a cat in it. Don"t you see the possibilities? Presto!
Change! There is the tumble-down house empty, and here are the Jimsons living in the perfectly whole barn." Mother Brace gasped.
"But Gerry--"
"Oh, mother dear, please don"t "but." You know there are two parts to the barn down-stairs, and up-stairs there are three. They could have a living-room, kitchen, and three bed-rooms."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "_I believe I"ve hit on the very thing to do_."]
"Yes"m," said Mother Brace meekly, "but where would they get the three beds?"
"Why, I suppose they sleep on something now, though probably it wouldn"t fit our clean barn; that"s a fact."
For a moment Gerry looked crestfallen. Then she brightened again.
"Well, I can think that out, too, seeing I thought of the barn. The question is, mother, would you be willing to have them come!"
There was silence on the porch for a few minutes while Mother Brace watched the sunset over beyond the hills.
"It looks like the gates of the celestial city," she said at last, "where there are homes for everybody. Yes, Gerry, dear, I"d be willing to have them come, if there"s anyway of fixing it."
Gerry squeezed the work-roughened hand that had slipped into hers.
"You blessed! Of course, I knew you would. Mother, I"m going to Aunt Serinda about the beds."
"Your Aunt Serinda?" Mother Brace gasped again. "Why, Gerry!"
"Yes"m," repeated Gerry. "I"m going to Aunt Serinda. There is no sense in having a garret full of old furniture when there"s an empty barn just hungry for it. If she hasn"t enough, I"ll go to Mrs. Squires. I"ll take up a collection, mother, a missionary collection."
"I"m afraid your Aunt Serinda will think--" began Mother Brace faintly.
"Yes, I know she will think," Gerry agreed. "She will say, "How perfectly ridiculous!" But before I get through she will give me a bed and very likely a blanket. I shall start out to-morrow morning and see what I can do."
True to her word, the sun had not dried the dew from the gra.s.s that was rapidly growing green under its spring warmth before Gerry was on her way up the neat box-bordered walk at Aunt Serinda"s.
"The Jimsons!" sputtered that good woman when Gerry began to dilate upon their forlorn condition. "Jimson weeds I call "em. Of all the shiftless, good-for-nothing lots! They can"t be much worse off now old Jim"s gone."
"No, ma"am," said Gerry; "they don"t need to be. They are going to be better off, Aunt Serinda. They"re coming to live in our barn. You know we never use it, and it"s a specially tight barn, with more windows than most."
Aunt Serinda held up her hands in horror.
"In--your--barn? How perfectly ridiculous! Why, they"ll bring microbes enough to poison you all. And they"ll run over everything."
"I hope so," said Gerry promptly. "Little Jimson-weeds have to run somewhere. It might better be over our good clean gra.s.s than down there in the centre where there"s mischief waiting to be done every minute.
They won"t bring any microbes, though, because I mean to have them burn up all their old things before they come, I"m taking up a collection this morning to furnish the barn. You are going to give me a bed and some other things out of the attic, aren"t you, auntie?"
"Well, of all things!" Aunt Serinda stood with her hands on her hips, and stared at Gerry. "If you aren"t the beat of any girl I ever saw! I suppose you"d like to have me take down my kitchen stove for "em, and send along the spring rocker, from the parlor, besides."
Gerry laughed cheerily.
"Oh, no, auntie, only just the things up in the attic that you can spare as well as not. You know you"d rather someone would have the use of them than to have them wasted up there. Couldn"t we go up now and see? I ought to hurry a little. I may have to go to lots of places before I get enough."
Aunt Serinda turned, and led the way up stairs without a word.
"There is a bed," she admitted when they stood under the peaked roof. "I took it down from the spare room when Mary Ellen bought the bra.s.s one to sleep in when she comes. The mattress wouldn"t fit any other; so I suppose it might as well go along. There"s some patchwork quilts in that chest, too, that Mary Ellen never liked. I guess you could have some of those."
It was very exciting, picking out and setting aside. Just why Aunt Serinda, with all her abundance, had treasured so many old things was a question. Probably it was because few people knew the keys to her heart as Gerry did, and so no one had ever asked her for them. And it was not Aunt Serinda"s nature to give without asking.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "_It was very exciting, picking out and setting aside_."]
Once started, however, it seemed to be easy enough.
"Those chairs over there," she said finally, dusting her hands upon her ap.r.o.n when the collection had grown to a very respectable size, "they don"t need much mending; I guess James can do it to-night. How are you going to get all this stuff over to the barn?"
"I don"t know." Gerry paused aghast. "I never once thought of that. I"ll find a way, though, or make it."
"Yes, I expect you would," said Aunt Serinda, smiling grimly; "but this time you needn"t. I"ll have James. .h.i.tch up the long wagon and take "em over when you"re ready, and he could pick up anything else you collect, on the way."
Gerry stood for a minute with shining eyes, irresolute. Then she flew at Aunt Serinda, and, throwing both arms around that astonished person"s neck, planted a warm kiss on the nearest cheek.
"Auntie, you"re a--a winter apple! Just as crisp and reliable and sweet inside! I like you."
"Mercy me!" said Aunt Serinda, quite abashed. "Mercy me!"
The quarter of a mile down the road to Mrs. Squires" house seemed to slide from under Gerry"s feet. Mrs. Squires was round and rosy and sympathetic.
"Why, yes, my dear, of course, I"ll help. I"m through cleaning, and there are some things I"ve been wondering what to do with. I haven"t any beds, but there is a rusty cook-stove in the cellar that I"ll be only too glad to have you take. I should think it could be cleaned up and do very well."
"Oh, yes, thank you," said Gerry eagerly; "I can black it and all that.
And Aunt Serinda"s James will come for it."
There were several additions to the cook-stove before Gerry hurried on to Judge Beaker"s, following the suggestion that the Beaker girls had just refurnished their bedroom.
It was close after house-cleaning time, and rummage sales had not yet found their way into East Greenfield; so it was not very wonderful that by noon Gerry really had enough things promised her to furnish the barn with a comfort that would seem luxury to the young Jimsons and their mother.
It must be confessed that the finishing touch for Gerry was given when she leaned on the window-sill to tell the story to little lame Ruthie West, not because she expected anything there, but because she was so happy that she could not help stopping to share it with some one. Ruthie laughed over the yellow soap feelingly offered by Mr. Evans, and cried over the cook-stove, and when it was all told exclaimed earnestly:--