"Well, there is nothing to be said about the bond, so far as I know.
As a general thing women don"t know much about business, but Miss Norah has taught me a thing or two. I haven"t lost anything on your bond, Miss Sarah, and I expect to make before I get through."
"And you are sure that she--"
"She didn"t lose anything, either,--if that is what you mean. That bond was worth to me what I paid for it, and that is all I can say on the subject, unless--" Giant Despair hesitated. "Years ago your brother saved me a good deal of money at one time and another. He was a good man. I have sometimes wished I had taken his advice. If you aren"t satisfied, just remember that."
There had been a time when Miss Sarah"s brother, Wayland"s father, had managed Mr. Goodman"s law business; but the relations had come to a sudden end. The only explanation Mr. Leigh had ever made to his sister was that he did not care for certain of the drug company"s methods.
"Then all I can do is to thank you most warmly," she said as he rose.
"If I have helped you, Miss Sarah, I am glad. As I say, I have not lost anything, and I am a useless old codger, anyhow."
Miss Sarah wiped some tears away; she was far from strong yet. "I think it was a conspiracy between you and Miss Pennington, but I"ll have to let it go."
"I am in good company, at any rate," said Giant Despair.
James Mandeville waited for Mr. Goodman at the gate, and the two walked away together, hand in hand, the little boy taking great pains to point out all obstacles in the path, chattering ceaselessly, his radiant face lifted constantly to the rugged one so far above him.
Miss Sarah watched them and smiled.
As for Mr. Goodman, he felt a strange sense of exhilaration,--so much so, that when they met an organ-grinder and a monkey (spring being now at hand) he contributed a dime instead of the usual five-cent piece.
A week later he went to a hospital to have his eye operated on, and during the weeks of helplessness that followed he was the recipient of an amount of attention that greatly surprised him.
The hospital was only a few blocks away from the Terrace, and hardly a day pa.s.sed without a visit from some of his neighbors. Marion, Norah, and Alexina took turns in reading to him; and James Mandeville came whenever he could induce any one to bring him.
In the same corridor was a man recovering from a stroke of paralysis, who, rolling himself back and forth in his chair, occasionally encountered Mr. Goodman and exchanged a few words.
"I notice you have a great many friends," the stranger remarked one day.
"I?" exclaimed Giant Despair, who looked fiercer than ever with one eye bandaged. "Well, I suppose I have," he admitted, and became lost in thought. Eight months ago probably not a soul would have done more than leave a card, unless it had been a member of the firm. How had it come about? Undoubtedly the shopkeepers had something to do with it.
They had showed themselves friendly. Then he thought of that bond.
Suppose he had refused Norah? Ah, he had told Miss Sarah the strict truth when he said he had not lost anything in that transaction. He really felt the impulse to do another kindness to somebody, but not being in practice, nothing suggested itself.
An opportunity came, however. One Sunday afternoon James Mandeville brought his father with him to see Mr. Goodman. The child"s joyous air of proprietorship was pretty to see.
"Here"s my father," he announced. "Isn"t you glad he"s come home?"
Then, as the two men shook hands, he asked, leaning confidingly against his old friend, "Does your eye hurt, still yet?"
The conversation turned naturally to business, and after a time Mr.
Goodman suddenly said, "Norton, it has just occurred to me-- We are making some changes this spring, and we need an experienced man to look after the city trade. How would you like the place?"
Mr. Norton"s careworn, boyish face flushed and brightened. "It would mean a great deal to me now, Mr. Goodman. My wife will be at home soon; I was dreading the thought of having to leave. Thank you very much."
"You needn"t thank me. I am considering my own interest," the old man replied, with an affability that astounded himself.
"I rather think Jenks is expecting the place, but he isn"t married; he can wait," he added.
"Miss Norah, does you reckon old Ma.r.s.e Goodman"s gittin" religion?"
asked Mammy Belle one day. "Looks like he"s mighty soft-hearted."
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXTH
NORAH"S ARK
Alexina said the shop, like a little leaven, was leavening the whole neighborhood, and truly it seemed so. To her those two weeks of a.s.sociation with Marion had been a joy. In the congenial surroundings of the shop she found it easy to live in to-day, leaving the future to unfold as it would. Her shorthand book lay unopened; she began to feel the truth of Marion"s a.s.surance, "Your forte is dainty, feminine things, Alex, in spite of your disdain for them."
In their leisure moments they had built many castles concerned with the future of the shop, one of these being a millinery department of which Alex was to have charge.
Indeed, the two weeks of Miss Sarah"s illness saw the beginning of many things. Between Miss Virginia and Norah Pennington a strong friendship grew up.
"Miss Virginia is such a dear!" Norah said. "I adore her stilted little expressions, such as "busy with my needle or pen," instead of sewing or writing, and with it all she is at heart a child."
"That is the point of contact between you," Marion answered, smiling.
Miss Virginia was like one who had thrown off a yoke, yet she hardly understood her own light-heartedness. It was quite true that she had never outgrown her girlhood. It was only overlaid by grown-up manners, and unconsciously she was beginning to let the burden of convention slip from her shoulders and to enjoy herself as her nature prompted.
Charlotte was an hourly pleasure. Miss Virginia enjoyed looking after her wardrobe as in the past she had enjoyed dressing her dolls. She listened to the schoolgirl experiences poured into her ear, with genuine interest. They were like two children together; but Miss Virginia"s sweetness and sincerity, her delicate refinement, could not but have their influence on her impetuous little niece.
One broadening influence came from those Friday evenings in the shop, with their basket making and pleasant talk. Miss Virginia had been accustomed to accept things as they were. When in her very infrequent visits to business offices she had encountered young women acting as bookkeepers and stenographers, she had looked upon them as a cla.s.s apart. Not that she felt consciously superior, or anything but kindly, but simply that her life and theirs did not touch. She was actually surprised to find Norah"s friend Louise Martin so much like other girls, and when Norah described the hall bedroom in the gloomy boarding-house, which was her only home, Miss Virginia began to wish and then to wonder if she could not do something to brighten a life that seemed so dreary.
Another addition to the Friday gatherings was a Miss Jackson, a fellow-boarder of Miss Martin"s, a public school teacher and an ambitious, high-spirited girl.
Toward these two Miss Virginia began to show a timid friendliness so plainly sincere it was irresistible. She found them much more interesting than many of the people who belonged to her own sphere, and whom she was accustomed to call friends. The end of it was, she asked them to tea with Alex and the shopkeepers,--a tremendous departure, a step taken with fear and trembling. But when it was over, she found herself looking back on it as one of the happiest occasions of her life.
And now the Friday evenings at the shop began to be enlarged in their scope. It came about quite naturally. Norah, the sunny-hearted, could not breathe without attracting friends; and while the basket making still went on, and Miss Sarah and Miss Virginia brought their embroidery, others dropped in for the pleasant talk.
Alex induced her grandfather to go with her on one occasion, and the judge was clearly both bewildered and charmed. He renewed his acquaintance with Norah, of whom he had not ceased to speak in admiration, and was greatly impressed by Marion"s graceful bearing.
Madelaine, who enjoyed doing unexpected things, appeared upon the scene this same night with Winston Graham in tow. This gentleman"s astonishment was only exceeded by his willingness to follow Madelaine anywhere. He professed some interest in baskets, whereupon Marion gave him a seat beside Miss Martin.
""The rich and the poor meet together, the Lord is the maker of them all,"" Miss Sarah quoted to Miss Virginia.
"What do you call this place, Miss Pennington? It isn"t really a shop--you don"t sell things?" asked Mr. Graham, when, a little later, Norah came to the rescue.
"Why, of course we do. How else could we make a living? And it has several names," she replied. "Has Alex told you the latest," turning to Judge Russell. "She saw Mammy Belle on the corner one morning, gazing over here with all her eyes. "It sh.o.r.ely do look like a _Norah"s Ark_, Miss Alex," she said. And really there is no doubt about its resembling an ark although we had none of us thought of it; and while I can"t claim exclusive proprietorship, I accept the honor of having it named for me. What do you think of it?"
The old gentleman glanced about him. "It is not nearly poetic enough, my dear," he said.
Norah laughed at this gallant speech. "You see," she went on, "we are simply reviving a cosey old custom of living over the shop, which should interest you as a lover of old things."
"And also of young things--if you will pardon the expression," said the judge, smiling.