"And the cars and Bunker Hill Monument," supplemented Fred.
"And we won"t ever have to come back to this snippy little town,"
continued Ethel.
"My, won"t Bill Higgins just stare!" interposed Fred. "Oh, I say, sis, we might come back just once, you know, just to tell them about things."
"Yes, that"s so," agreed Ethel readily; "and--say, let"s tell them now that we"re going. Come on!" she finished over her shoulder as she flew through the door.
"There, Caleb, I told you how it would be," smiled Mrs. Dalton as the door banged behind Fred; then, anxiously: "You would n"t want to spoil it all, now, would you?"
"N-no; but--no, no, of course not," murmured Caleb, rising to his feet and crossing to the outside door with heavy, slow-moving steps.
This was in August. By the middle of September such household goods as the Daltons had planned to take with them were packed, burlapped, crated, and labeled. It had been Mrs. Dalton"s idea to sell the rest of the furniture and the farm at auction, but just here she encountered an unexpected but stubborn resistance from her husband. Consequently, the remainder of the goods were stored in the attic, and the farm was rented until the first of May--the house being close to the village, it made a not undesirable winter residence. A longer lease than this Caleb would not grant, in spite of his wife"s remonstrances.
"Just as if we would want to come back by May, Caleb!" she scoffed.
"Why, by that time we shall be real city folks, and you "ll be a partner in the business, maybe."
"Hm-m,--maybe," echoed Caleb imperturbably; "but--we"ll see when May comes."
"Cousin John" in Boston had received the news of their intended coming with cordial interest, and had already procured for them a six-room apartment in Roxbury; and it was in his thriving market and grocery store on Warren Avenue that Caleb was to have a position as clerk. The wages, at first, were not large--Cousin John explained when he good-naturedly ran up to the farm to make arrangements--but the figures looked fabulous to Sarah until John told her that they must pay twenty-five dollars every month for their flat.
"Twenty-five dollars, and not even a spare room!" she gasped. "Why, John, it"s too nice--it must be. We did n"t want such a fancy one."
"Oh, "t is n"t fancy," laughed the man, "not a bit! It"s clean and neat and on a respectable street. Land costs something down there, you know. You have to pay something for rent. Why, I pay fifty, myself."
"Oh, oh!" moaned Sarah. Then she threw back her head with an a.s.sumed courage. "Never mind, I "ll just have to change my plans a bit. I did n"t intend to keep anything, but I can have just a few hens and a cow as well as not, and that will help some. Like enough I can sell a little b.u.t.ter and what eggs I don"t use, too, and--" a long, hearty laugh interrupted her.
"Oh, Cousin Sarah, Cousin Sarah!" choked John, as soon as he could find his voice.
"Well," said Mrs. Dalton, with some dignity, "I"m waiting."
Cousin John pulled his face into shape and steadied his voice.
"Sarah, your flat is up three flights, and has n"t even a back piazza.
Where are you going to keep hens and cows?"
Mrs. Dalton"s jaw fell.
"Three flights!" she gasped.
He nodded.
"And is n"t there a yard, or--or anything?"
"Not that belongs to you--except the fire escape and a place on the roof to dry your clothes." His lips were twitching, as Mrs. Dalton was not slow to see.
"Never mind," she retorted airily. "I did n"t want them, anyhow, and, after all, we"ve got the money, so why can"t we take a little good in spending it!"
Some weeks later when Mrs. Dalton saw her new home, she did n"t know whether to laugh or to cry. The three long flights of stairs and dim, narrow halls filled her with dismay, but the entrance with its shining letter-boxes and leaded-gla.s.s door-panels overwhelmed her with its magnificence. The big brick block in which she was to live looked like a palace to her eyes; but the six rooms in which she was to stow herself and family amazed and disheartened her with their diminutiveness.
"Why, Caleb, I--I can"t breathe--they "re so small!" she gasped. Then she broke off suddenly, as she glanced through the window: "Oh, my, my--who "d ever have thought there were so many roofs and chimneys in the world!"
Getting settled was a wonderful experience. The Daltons had never moved before, and it took many days to bring even a semblance of order out of the chaos into which the six small rooms were thrown by the unpacking of the boxes and barrels. The delay worried Sarah more than did the work itself.
"Oh, dear, Ethel," she moaned each afternoon, "we"re so slow in getting settled, and I just know some one will call before we "re even half fixed!"
At last the tiny "parlor" with its mirror-adorned mantel and showy gas fixtures--the pride of Sarah"s heart--was in order; and, after that, Sarah made sure each day that three o"clock found her dressed in her best and sitting in solemn state in that same parlor waiting for the calls that were surely now long overdue.
Days pa.s.sed, and her patience was unrewarded save for a sharp ring from a sewing-machine agent, and another from a book canva.s.ser.
Sarah could not understand it. Surely, her neighbors in the block must know of her arrival even if those in her immediate vicinity on the street did not. Occasionally she met women in the halls, or going in and out of the big main door. At first she looked at them with a half-formed smile on her face, waiting for the confidently expected greeting; later, she eyed them with a distinctly grieved expression--the greeting had never been given; but at last, her hunger to talk with some one not of her own family led her to take the initiative herself. Meeting a tall, slender woman, whom she had already seen three times, she spoke.
"How--how d"ye do?" she began timidly.
The tall woman started, threw a hurried glance around her, then came to the conclusion that the salutation was meant for herself.
"Good-morning," she returned, then hurried along through the hall.
Sarah stood looking after her with dazed eyes.
"Why, how funny!" she murmured. "She did n"t even stop a minute.
Maybe she"s sort of bashful, now. I should n"t wonder a mite if she was."
Three days later the two ladies again met at the outer door.
"Oh, how d"ye do? Nice day, ain"t it?" began Sarah, hurriedly.
"You--you live here, don"t you?"
"Why--yes," said the woman, smiling a little.
"I do, too--on the top floor. You "re not so high up, are you?"
The woman shook her head.
"Not quite," she said.
"I--I "m all settled, now," announced Sarah, stumbling over the words a little.
"Is that so?" returned the woman politely, but without enthusiasm.
Sarah nodded.
"Yes, all ready for callers. I--I hope you"ll come soon," she finished with sudden courage.
"Thank you; you are very kind," murmured the woman, as she smiled and turned away.
The tall woman did not call, and Sarah never asked her again. A few words from Cousin John"s wife at about this time opened Sarah"s eyes, and taught her not to expect to become acquainted with her neighbors.
At first Sarah was more than dismayed; but she quickly brought to bear the courage with which she fought all the strange things in this new life.