"Don"t you care, Uncle Chess," Marguerite submitted with timid sympathy.
"Oh, no, sure I don"t care," the man said with a short laugh. "Of course it"s nothing to me! A man comes home to his own folks, he"s had a tough time--" His voice sank huskily. The sleeves of his coat were too short for him, and Julia noticed how thin his wrists were, as he gathered up his newspaper clippings and restored them to his inside pocket. The women watched him in silence. Presently he stooped down and kissed his mother"s forehead, at the edge of her untidy, grizzled hair.
"Good-bye, Ma!" he said. "Good-bye, girls!"
"It"ll be a judgment on your father," Mrs. c.o.x protested. "I don"t know what"s gotten into him!"
But she made no further objection; she did not get up from her place at table when Chester crossed the kitchen, opened the street door, and went out.
"Grandpa"s a prince, all right!" said Marguerite then, and Evelyn added, "Wouldn"t it give you a pain?"
"But I notice that none of us did anything about it!" Julia said bitterly.
"If your grandpa found Chess here when he got home to-night, there"d be a reckoning!" the old woman a.s.serted dully.
"And what is Uncle Chess supposed to do?" Julia demanded.
"I betcher he kills himself," Evelyn submitted.
"I betcher he does," her sister agreed.
"Well, it"ll be on your grandfather"s head!" the old woman said. She began to cry, still drinking her tea.
"I wonder if he has any money?" speculated Julia.
"Where"d he get money?" Evelyn said. Julia, following an uncomfortable impulse, went to the window in the close little parlour and looked out into the street. It was about six o"clock, and still broad day. The wind had died down, but the street was dirty, and the glaring light of the sinking sun fell full on the faces of the home-going stream of men and women. Julia"s quick eye found Chester instantly. He had loitered no farther than the corner, a hundred feet away, and was standing there, irresolute, stooped, still wearing his look of vague bewilderment.
The girl ran upstairs, and s.n.a.t.c.hed her hat and a light coat. Two minutes later she was downstairs again, the chatelaine bag in which all girls carried their money in those days jumping at her belt.
But in those two minutes Chester had disappeared. Julia felt sick with disappointment as she reached the corner only to find him gone. She stood looking quickly about her: up the street, down the street; he was gone. It seemed to the girl that she could not go back to her grandmother"s house again; a disgust for everything and everybody in it shook her from head to foot. She was sorry for them, her grandmother, her cousins, but the simple fact remained that they could bear this sort of existence and she could not; it was stifling her; it was killing her.
"If they minded things as I do they would change them, somehow!" said Julia to herself, walking on blindly. "My grandmother should never have let things get to such a pa.s.s--I can"t bear it! The smells and the fights--"
She stopped a car, one of the cable cars that ran out into the factory district. Julia had no idea where she was going, nor did she care. She got on because one of the small forward outside seats was empty, and she could sit there comfortably. The car went on and on, through a less and less populated district, but Julia, buried in unhappy thought, paid no attention to route or neighbourhood.
"All off!" shouted the conductor presently. Julia had meant to keep her seat for the return trip, but the man"s glance at her young beauty annoyed her, and she got off the car.
She walked aimlessly along a battered cement sidewalk, between irregularly placed and shabby little houses. These were of too familiar a type to interest Julia, but she presently came to a full stop before a wide, one-story brick building, with a struggling garden separating it from the street, and straggling window boxes at every one of the wide windows. A flight of steps led up from the garden to the pretty white front door, and a neat bra.s.s plate, screwed to the cement at the turn of the steps, bore the words: "Alexander Toland Neighbourhood House."
It would have been a pretty house anywhere, with its crisp dotted muslin curtains, its trim colonial walls, but in this particular neighbourhood it had an added charm of contrast, and Julia stood before it literally spellbound by admiration, and smitten, too, with that strange sick fascination to which the mere name of Toland subjected her.
And while she stood there, Miss Anna Toland came to the door and stood looking down at the street. Julia"s heart began to beat very fast, and the blood rushed to her face. She bowed, and Miss Toland bowed.
"Oh, Miss Page!" said Miss Toland then, crisply ready with the name and the request. "This is very fortunate! I wonder if you won"t come in and help me a moment? I"ve been trying for one hour to make the hall key work."
Julia said nothing. She mounted the steps and followed Miss Toland into the hall.
CHAPTER VI
The Alexander Toland Neighbourhood House, familiarly known by all who had anything to do with it as The Alexander, was small, as neighbourhood houses go, but exceptionally pretty and complete, and financially so well backed by a certain group of San Francisco"s society women as to be entirely free from the common trouble of its kind. Miss Toland had built it, and had made it her personal business to interest some of her friends in its success, but she now found herself confronted by an unexpected problem: it seemed impossible to get an experienced woman as resident worker with whom Miss Toland could live in peace. The few women who had been qualified to try the position had all swiftly, quietly, and firmly resigned, with that pained reticence that marks the trained worker. Miss Toland told her committees, with good-humoured tolerance, that Miss Smith or Mrs. Brown had been a splendid person, perfectly splendid, but unable to understand the peculiar conditions that made social work in San Francisco utterly--and totally--different from social work elsewhere. Meanwhile, she did the best she could with volunteer workers, daily bewailing the fact that, without the trained worker, her girls" clubs and cla.s.ses, her boys" and mothers" clubs, had been difficult to start, and maintained but a languishing existence. She was a sanguine woman, and filled with confidence in the eventual success of The Alexander, and with energy to push it toward a completely fruitful existence, but she herself was inexperienced, and Julia had chanced upon her in a thoroughly discouraged mood.
Julia"s first aid--in climbing through a transom and opening a stubborn door--being entirely successful, Miss Toland kept her to show her the little establishment, and was secretly soothed and pleased by the girl"s delight.
The front door opened into a wide square hall, furnished with neat Mission chairs and tables, and with a large brown rug. There were two doors on each side, and a large double door at the back. One door on the right led to a model kitchen, floored in bright blue-and-white linoleum, and with a shining stove, a shining dresser full of blue-and-white china, a tiled sink, a table, and two chairs. The other right-hand door opened into a little committee room, where there were wall closets full of ginghams and boxes of b.u.t.tons and braid, and more Mission furniture. On the left each door opened into a bedroom, one occupied by Miss Toland and littered by her possessions, one empty and immaculate. The two were joined by a shining little bath. Julia looked at the white bed in the unoccupied room, the white bureau, the white chairs, the white dotted curtains at the windows, the dark-blue rugs on a painted floor, and a gasp of honest admiration broke from her. Miss Toland gave her a quick approving glance, but said nothing.
Through the big double door they stepped straight on the stage that filled one end of the tiny auditorium, Miss Toland touching an electric b.u.t.ton that flooded the room with light, for Julia"s benefit. There were wide windows, curtained in crisp dotted white, all about the hall, and a door at the far end that gave, as Julia afterward learned, on a side street. An upright piano was on the stage, and at one side a flight of three or four steps led down to the hall. The main floor was broken by tables and benches, a hundred sewing bags of blue linen hung on numbered hooks on the wall, and at the far end there were two deep closets for kindergarten materials and sewing supplies.
The tour of inspection was ended in the kitchen, where Miss Toland put several paper bags on the table, dropped into a chair, and asked Julia also to be seated.
"Well, what do you think of it?" she said, reaching behind her to get a knife from a drawer. With the knife she cut a spongy crust from a loaf of bread, without fairly withdrawing it from the bag, and subtracting a thin pink slice of ham from some oiled paper in another bag, she folded it into the crust and began to eat it. "I picnic here--when I come,"
said Miss Toland, unembarra.s.sed. "You"ve had your dinner?"
"Oh, yes," said Julia, "but do let me--" And without further words she took two plates from the dresser, served the ham neatly, cut a slice or two of bread, and removed the bags.
"Ah, yes, that"s _much_ better!" Miss Toland said. "There"s tea there. I suppose you couldn"t manage a cup?"
A deep and peculiar pleasure began to thrill through Julia. She stepped to the entrance hall, laid aside her hat and jacket, and returned to set about tea-making with deftness and quickness. She found a wilted slice of b.u.t.ter in a safe, and set out cups and sugar beside it. Miss Toland stopped eating, and watched these preparations with great satisfaction.
Presently she stood up to pin her handsome silk-lined skirt about her hips, and pushed her face veil neatly above the brim of her hat. The water in the white enamelled kettle boiled, and Julia made tea in a blue j.a.panese pot.
"This is _much_ better!" said Miss Toland again. "I get to be a perfect barbarian--eating alone!" She rummaged in a closet. "Here"s some jam Sally sent," said she, producing it. "They are always sending me pies and fresh eggs and jelly; they are always afraid of my starving to death."
They began the meal again, and this time Julia joined her hostess, and really enjoyed her tea and bread and jam. It was dark now, and they drew the shades at the two street windows and turned on the electric light.
Julia knew by some instinct that she need not be afraid of the gray-haired, eccentric, kindly woman opposite; in that very hour she a.s.sumed a maternal att.i.tude that was to be the key to her relationship with Miss Toland for many years. The two, neither realizing it, instantly liked each other. Never in her rather reserved little life had Julia shown her heart as she showed it in this hour over the teacups.
"So you like it?" said Miss Toland. "It"s small, but it"s the most complete thing of the kind in the State. I"ve been scrambling along here as best I might for three months, but as soon as I get a resident head worker, we"ll get everything straightened out." She gave her nose a sudden rub with her hand, frowned in a worried fashion.
"Girls--regularly appointed girls ought to take care of all this!" she went on, indicating the kitchen with a wave of her hand. "But no! You can"t get them to systematize! Now I tell you," she added sternly, "I am going to lay down the law in this house! They do it in other settlement houses, and it shall be done here! Every yard of gingham, every thimble and spool of thread, is going to be _accounted_ for! Do you suppose that at the Telegraph Hill House they allow the children to run about grabbing here and grabbing there--poh! They"d laugh at you!"
"Of course," said Julia vaguely.
"Cla.s.ses of the smaller girls should keep this kitchen and bathroom like a _pin_," said Miss Toland sharply. "And, as soon as we get a regular manager in here--Now that"s what I tell my sister Sally, that is Mrs.
Toland," she broke off to say. "Here"s Barbara, home from a finishing school and six months abroad. Why couldn"t she step in here? But no!
Barbara"ll come in now and then if it"s a special occasion--"
"But she has such wonderful good times at home; she has everything in the world now," Julia said wistfully. Miss Toland gave her a shrewd glance; it was as if she saw Julia for the first time.
"Barbara?" Barbara"s aunt poured herself another cup of tea, and fell into thought for a few moments. Then she set down her cup, straightened herself suddenly, and burst forth: "Barbara! That"s one of the most absurd things in the world, you know--the supposition that a girl like Barbara is perfectly happy! Perfectly wretched and discontented, if you ask me!"
"Oh, no!" Julia protested.
"Oh, yes! Barbara"s idle, she"s useless, she doesn"t know what to do with herself. No girl of her age does. I know, for my mother brought me up in the same way. She got a lot of half-baked notions in school; she had a year of college in which to get a lot more; she came home afraid to go back to college for fear of missing something at home, afraid of staying home for fear of missing something at college; compromised on six months in Europe. Now, here she is, the finished product. We"ve been spending twelve years getting Barbara ready for something, and, as a result, she"s ready for nothing! What does she know of the world?
Absolutely nothing! She"s never for one instant come in contact with anything real--she can"t. She"s been so educated that she wouldn"t know anything real if she saw it! Mind you," said Miss Toland, fixing the somewhat bewildered Julia with a stern eye, "mind you, I admit it"s hard for people of income to bring a girl up sensibly. "But," I"ve said to my sister-in-law, "hand me over one of the younger girls--I"ll promise you that she"ll grow up something more than a poor little fashionably dressed doll, looking sidewise out of her eyes at every man she meets, to see whether he"ll marry her or not!" Of course there"s only one answer to that. I"ve never married, and I don"t know anything about it!"
"Miss Toland will marry," Julia submitted.