Allee watched with fascinated eyes, but true to her promise to the President in the den below, she never said a word, though she was nearly bursting with curiosity and it was so hard to keep still. After a few moments of rapid scribbling on a page of vivid pink stationery, the brown-eyed plotter again commenced her queer march across the room until she had reached the door, unlocked it, and after a hard struggle managed to pin the slip to the outside panel. Then with a sigh of mingled relief at having accomplished her object and resignation at her unjust fate, she closed the door once more, and wriggled back to her place opposite Allee, never so much as looking at the eager face questioning hers so mutely.
Again silence reigned in the pretty room, and both girls fell to wondering what the other members of the household were doing. Suppose Cherry had taken Lorene down to the pond to skate. That was what Peace herself had been planning on ever since she had looked into the small dark face of the child who was only six weeks and two days younger than she was. Suppose Hope had gone with Henderson to coast on the hill. He had promised Allee the first ride just the night before. Suppose Jud should choose this morning to take the girls sleighing as he had said he would do when the first heavy snow fell.
It had stormed all night and the deep mantle of white lay tempting and inviting in the bright winter sunshine. Oh, dear, what a queer world it seemed! Some people were in trouble all the time and some were never bothered with sc.r.a.pes and punishments. There was Hope. Why was it Hope never did such outlandish things to cause anxiety and dismay to those around her? Hope never even _thought_ of the freakish pranks that were constantly getting Peace into trouble.
What was it grandma was always quoting? "Thoughtfulness seeks never to add to another"s burdens, never to make extra work or care, but always to lighten loads." She said it was because Hope was always thinking of beautiful things that made folks love to have her near; that it was the mischievous thoughts which cause the misery of the world. She said--what did she say? The brown eyes winked slower and slower, the brown head bent lower and lower. Peace was asleep.
An hour pa.s.sed,--two. The luncheon bell tinkled, the family gathered about the table for the mid-day meal, but the chairs on either side of the President"s place were vacant. Glances of inquiry flashed from face to face. Were the children to be kept in their room all day?
"Where are Peace and Allee?" asked the Doctor, very much surprised at their absence.
"I haven"t seen them since you sent them upstairs this morning,"
answered Mrs. Campbell, who had been occupied all the forenoon writing a paper for the Home Missionary Society which was to meet at the parsonage that afternoon.
A guilty flush overspread the President"s fine face, and forgetting to excuse himself from the table, he abruptly pushed back his chair and strode from the room, muttering remorsefully, "I deserve to be licked!
That was three hours ago and I promised to call them in an hour." He returned shortly alone, looking very foolish, and holding in his hand a square of brilliant pink.
"What is it?" asked his wife, surprised at the look on his face. "Where are the little folks?"
"Asleep. They looked so worn out that I put them on the bed and left them to have their nap out. This is what I found on the door."
He dropped the slip of paper into her hands as he resumed his seat, and she read in tipsy, scrawling letters Peace"s poster: "It won"t do enny good to raket or holler to us. We can"t talk for an hour. If you want to ask queshuns go to grandpa he is boss of this roost."
She smiled a little tremulously as she pa.s.sed the pathetic scribble to Henderson, sitting at her right, but he, being a boy, saw only the funny side of the situation, and let out a l.u.s.ty howl of joy as he read aloud the words with much gusto to his delighted audience.
When the laughter had subsided somewhat, the President asked ruefully, "How can I make my peace with them? I sent them to their room for an hour and promptly forgot all about the affair."
"I"ll take them to the Missionary Meeting with me this afternoon,"
suggested Mrs. Campbell, "and you can come for us with the sleigh. Peace has begged to go over ever since she has been here. It seems that Mrs.
Strong is an enthusiastic missionary worker, and Peace"s greatest ambition is to be like her Saint Elspeth."
"So she can find another St. John and marry him," giggled Faith.
"Yes. I guess it is hard to decide which one of her saints she thinks the most of," Mrs. Campbell agreed; "but I am so glad she has chosen such a beautiful couple to pattern her own ideals after. Their friendship will do much for our little--" she intended to say "mischief-maker," but this white-haired woman with her mother instincts seemed to understand that Peace"s mischief was never done for mischief"s sake, so she changed the word to "sunshine-maker."
Thus it happened that when the brown eyes and the blue unclosed after their long nap, they looked up into the dear face of their grandmother-by-adoption, and saw by her tender smile that their punishment was ended. They were surprised to find how long they had slept, but the delight at being allowed to attend a grown-up missionary meeting, as Allee called it, overshadowed whatever resentment they might have felt at having been forgotten for so long a time, and they danced away through the snow beside Mrs. Campbell as happy and carefree as the little birds which they had fed yesterday.
The meeting was not as exciting as Peace had been led to expect from Mrs. Strong"s enthusiastic recitals regarding missionary work, but some of the words spoken by the different ladies sank very deeply into the children"s fertile brains, and both were so silent on the homeward journey behind the flying horses that finally Mrs. Campbell ventured to ask, "Are you tired, girlies? Was the meeting a disappointment to you?"
"Oh, no," Peace hastened to a.s.sure her. "_I_ liked it lots, and Allee likes the same things I do, don"t you, Allee? The women were pretty slow about doing things--they talked so long each time before they could make up their minds about anything. But it"s int"resting to know that at last they decided to send some barrels to the poor ministers in the little places who don"t get enough to live on. "Twould have been better if they had done it before Christmas, though, so"s the children wouldn"t have thought Santa Claus had forgotten them. Do--do you think like Mrs.
McGowan--that if we have two coats and someone else hasn"t any, we ought to give away one of ours? That"s what she said, isn"t it?"
"Yes, that is what she said," Mrs. Campbell agreed; "and in a large measure I believe her doctrine, too. If we have more than we need and there are others less fortunate, I think we ought to share our blessings. But it takes a lot of good sense and tact to do this judicially."
"I think so, too," answered Peace with such a peculiar thrill in her voice that the President, at whose side she was sitting, turned and looked quizzically at the rapt face. "I don"t b"lieve in talking a lot about giving and then when it comes to really _doing_ it, to give just the left-over things that ain"t any good to us any longer, and wouldn"t be to anyone else, either."
"Why, what do you mean, child?" the woman asked, taken by surprise at such quaint observations from the fly-away little maid, whose serious thoughts were regarded as jokes even by her own family.
"Well, there was Mrs. Waddler in Parker. She always talked so big that folks who didn"t know her thought she must have millions of money; but when she came to giving, it was usu"ly skim milk or some of her husband"s worn-out pants."
Here the President exploded, but at the same instant the horses turned in at the driveway; and in scrambling down from the sleigh Peace forgot to press her argument any further. Nor did the older folks remember it again for some days. Then Mrs. Campbell entered the doctor"s study one afternoon with a deep frown on her forehead, and a little note in her hand.
At the sound of her voice, the busy man paused in his writing and glanced up hastily, asking, "What seems to be the difficulty?"
"This letter. I don"t understand it. Mrs. Scofield writes a note of regrets because I found it impossible to be with them at the last missionary meeting, and closes by thanking me for my generous donation.
Now, it happens that just before Christmas, I carefully went through all the closets of the house, sorted out and hunted up all the good, half-worn clothing that we could spare, and sent it to the Danbury Hospital for distribution among their poor families; so I simply had nothing of value to add to the barrels intended for the frontier ministers--"
"Why didn"t you buy something?"
"I did; or, rather, I thought the poor preacher might find the money more acceptable than anything I could purchase, so I selected the family of Brother Bennet of Idaho, and sent him a check. I mailed it to him direct, not wanting to run the risk of the barrel being delayed or destroyed. I also neglected to inform the ladies of what I had done; so I am sure they know nothing about it, for it is yet too early to hear from Mr. Bennet himself."
"Maybe it is a case of a little bird"s having told the story," laughed the doctor, taking up his pen to resume his writing, and his wife, still musing over the strange occurrence, went away to receive a caller who had just been announced.
An hour later she returned to the study looking more perplexed than when she had left him before, and the President banteringly asked, "Haven"t you found out yet about that generous donation?"
"Yes, Donald. Mrs. Haynes has just told me the whole story. It was not my donation at all."
"Ah, the worthy ladies just got mixed in their thanks--"
"Not at all! It was Peace"s work, and naturally they thought I had authorized it. That little rascal picked up about half her wardrobe, her Christmas doll, several games and story books, and goodness knows what all, and took them over to Mrs. Scofield"s house to be packed in the missionary barrels. Not only that, she persuaded Allee to do the same with her treasures."
"The little sinner!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the startled President. "Without saying a word to anyone about her intentions?"
"She never consulted _me_."
"Nor me. Well, we must just send her back after them, and make her understand she must ask us when she wants to dispose of her belongings."
"That is just the trouble. The barrels have already gone."
"You don"t say so! The monkey! Send Peace to me when she comes in, Dora.
We must curb these philanthropic tendencies in their infancy and direct them in the right channels. There is the making of a wonderful woman in that small body."
"With the right training."
"Yes. G.o.d grant that we may be able to give her the right training."
Peace came radiantly in response to the message, dancing lightly down the hall as a hummingbird might flutter along, and the mere sight of her merry face as it popped through the study doorway was like a sudden shaft of sunlight in the great room. The President had determined to meet her gravely, even sternly, and show her that her uncalled-for generosity had displeased them, but in spite of himself, his eyes softened as they rested upon the sweet, round face upturned for a kiss, and he gently drew her into his lap before telling her why he had sent for her.
"Why, yes, grandpa," she readily confessed. "I did give away some of my clothes and other things, and so did Allee, "cause the children of the ministers on the frontier need them so much more than we do. Why, we"re rich now and can have anything we want! You said so yourself, you know.
We couldn"t give the things we didn"t want ourselves, grandpa, "cause that wouldn"t be a _sacrilege_; and the pretty lady who talked at the missionary meeting that day said it was the _sacrileges_ we made in this world that put stars in our crowns in the next world."
"Sacrifice, dear, not sacrilege."
"Is it? Well, I knew it was some kind of a sack. I want lots of stars in my crown when I get to heaven. Just think how terrible you"d feel s"posing when St. Peter let you inside the Gates, he handed you just a plain, blank crown. Mercy! I know I"d bawl my eyes out even if it does say there aren"t any tears in heaven. So I picked out the things I liked the very best of all I got on Christmas--that is, most of them were. I don"t care much for dolls, so that wasn"t any sacri-_fice_ for me; but Allee likes them awfully much yet, and it was a big sacri-_fice_ for her to let hers go. But I sent my dear, beautiful plaid dress that I thought was the prettiest of the bunch, though I let Allee keep the one she liked best, seeing she cried so hard about Queen Helen. She didn"t seem to enjoy thinking about the big star she"ll get in its place, so I told her I thought likely you or grandma would give her even a prettier doll for her birthday, which isn"t very far off now. I sent the book which tells all about the way little children in other lands spend Christmas day, but it was pretty hard work to give that one up. I pulled it out of the heap three times, and fin"ly had to run like wild up to Mrs.
Scofield"s house with it, so"s I wouldn"t take it out and put it on the shelf to stay."
"But why did you take so many things?" asked the Doctor lamely.