Oh, Dot! Lets show the others what weve got. And Ruthie and Aggie ought to be down, too, she urged.
Lets take our stockings upstairs and show em, Dot agreed.
She piled her toys, helter skelter, into the doll wagon. My Alice-doll must see this carriage, she murmured, and started for the door. Tess followed with her things gathered into the lap of her robe. Tom Jonah paced solemnly after them, and so the procession mounted the front stairs Dot having some difficulty with the carriage.
Ruth heard them coming and called out Merry Christmas! to them; but Agnes was hard to awaken, for she had been up late. The chattering and laughter finally aroused the beauty, and she sat up in bed, yawning to the full capacity of her red, red cavern with its fringe of white pearls all around.
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! they all shouted at her.
Oh dear me! Merry Christmas! returned Agnes. But why be so noisy about it?
Come over here, Miss Lazybones, cried Ruth, and see what Santa Claus has brought the children.
Whats that? demanded Agnes, as she hopped out of bed. Whos going down the back stairs?
Linda, said Ruth. Cant you tell those clod-hopper shoes she wears? I wonder if everybody in Finland wears such footgear?
Maybe shes going to look at her stocking, Tess said. I hope she likes the handkerchiefs I monogrammed for her.
But before long the pungent smell of freshly ground coffee came up the back stairway and assured the girls that the serving maid was at work.
Why so ear ear ear-ly? yawned Agnes, again. Why! its still pitch-dark.
Uncle Rufus was usually the first astir in the Corner House and Linda was not noted for early rising. But now the girls heard the stairs creak again this time under Mrs. MacCalls firm tread.
Merry Christmas, Mrs. Mac! they all shouted.
The smiling Scotchwoman came to the door with her bedroom candle in her hand.
Indeed, I hope twill be a merry ain for my fower sweethearts, she said. Your Mrs. Mac must have a kiss from ever ain o ye, and she proceeded to take toll from the quartette.
Ye make ma heart glad juist wi the looks o ye, she added. And theres many and many a lonely heart beside mine ma Corner House bairns have made to rejoice. I thank God for ye, ma dearies.
Mrs. MacCall always spoke more broadly when she was moved by sentiment. She wiped her glasses now and prepared to descend to the kitchen when suddenly a chorus of voices broke out below the bedroom windows, in the side yard toward Willow Street.
Hech, now! what have we here? cried the housekeeper, going smartly to the window and throwing up the shade and then the sash. The sound poured in a full chorus of fresh young voices singing a Christmas carol.
Cover yersels, ma dearies, advised Mrs. MacCall, and leesten.
Oh, oh! whispered Agnes, fairly hugging herself as she sat upon the bed with her feet drawn up. Its just as though we lived in a castle and had a moat and drawbridge and fiefs
Oh, interposed Dot. Thats Mr. Joe Maroni strumming his guitar. Ive heard him before.
Why! gasped Ruth. Its the children from Meadow Street.
She ran to the window to peer out. It was a very cold morning, and there was only a narrow band of crimson, pink, and saffron light along the eastern horizon.
She could easily distinguish the sturdy Italian with his guitar which he touched so lightly in accord with the childrens voices. There were fully a dozen of the little singers German and Italian, Jew and Gentile singing the praise of Christ our Lord in an old Christmas carol.
A bulky figure in the background puzzled Ruth at first; but when a hoarse voice commanded: Now sing de Christ-childt song coom! Ein zwei drei! she recognized Mrs. Kranz, the proprietor of the delicatessen store.
The lustily caroling children were some of the Maronis, Sadie Goronofski and her half-brothers and sisters, and other children of the tenants in the Meadow Street property from which the Corner House girls collected rents.
Oh, my! murmured Agnes again. Isnt it great? We ought to throw them largesse
Whats that, Aggie? demanded Dot. It it sounds like a kind of cheese. Mr. Maroni sells it.
No, no! gasped Tess. Thats gorgonzola I asked Maria. And it smells!
Goosey! laughed Agnes. Largesse is money. Rich folks used to throw it to the poor.
My! observed Dot. I guess they dont do it now. Poor folks have to work for money.
Its just dear of them to come and serenade us, Ruth declared. But its so cold! Do call them in to get warm, Mrs. Mac.
Already the housekeeper was scurrying downstairs. She had routed out Linda early to make coffee against this very emergency, for Mrs. MacCall had known that the Corner House girls were to be serenaded on Christmas morning.
The four sisters dressed hastily and ran down to greet their little friends from Meadow Street, as well as Mrs. Kranz and Joe Maroni. The latter had brought the leetla padrona, as he called Ruth, his usual offering of a basket of fruit. Mrs. Kranz kissed the Kenway girls all around, declaring:
Posies growing de garten in iss nodt so sveet like you kinder. Merry, merry Christmas!
While the carol singers drank cups of hot coffee the Corner House girls brought forth the presents they had intended to send over to Meadow Street later in the day, but now could give in person to each child.
The choristers went away with merry shouts just at sunrise, and then Dot and Tess insisted that the family should troop into the dining room to take down the rest of the stockings.
Breakfast this morning was a movable feast and lasted till nine oclock. Nobody expected to eat any luncheon; indeed, Mrs. MacCall declared she could not take the time to prepare any.
You bairns must tak a bit in your fistie, as we used to say, and be patient till dinner time, she said.
Dinner was to be early. Mrs. Eland and Miss Pepperill came in the doctors automobile soon after noon, and Tess and Dot were at once engaged in entertaining these guests in the sitting room.
It was a real blessing to the little Corner House girls, for it kept them out of the dining room, where they could not keep their eyes off the heavily laden tree, the fruit of which must not be touched until after dinner.
Neale ONeil had, of course, come over for his stocking and had expressed his gratitude to his friends at the old Corner House. But, as Ruth had been glum the day before, so Neale was silent now. Agnes became quite angry with him and sent him home in the middle of the forenoon.
And you neednt come to dinner, sir nor afterward if you cant have a Christmas smile upon your face, she told him, severely.
It was while the preparations for dinner were in full progress, that Ruth heard voices on the side porch. Rather, a voice, resonant and commanding which said:
Hear ye! hear ye! hear ye! I proclaim good tidings to all creatures. Come! gather around me and list to my word. I bear gifts, frankincense and myrrh
Goodness me! cried Agnes. Thats Seneca Sprague. And look at the cats!
The girls ran out upon the porch to see a tall, thin, gray-haired man, his abundant hair sweeping his shoulders, dressed in a flapping linen duster and with list slippers on his feet a queer enough costume indeed for a sharp winters day. But Seneca Sprague was never more warmly clad than this, and had been known to plod barefooted through snowdrifts.
Your humble servant, Miss Ruth, said the queer old man, doffing the straw hat and bowing low, for he held the oldest Corner House girl in much deference. I came to bring you good cheer and wish you a multitude of blessings. Verily, verily, I say unto you, they that give of their substance to the poor shall receive again a thousand fold. May your cup of joy be full to overflowing, Miss Ruth.
Thank you, Mr. Sprague, replied the girl, gravely, for she made it a rule never to laugh at the prophet, as he was called, and who people said was demented upon religious subjects.
Thank you for your good wishes, said Ruth. And what have you brought the cats?
For Sandyface and all her progeny had come to meet the prophet and were purring about him and otherwise showing much pleasure. Even Almira had left her young family in the woodshed to come to meet Mr. Seneca Sprague.
From a side pocket of his duster Seneca brought forth a packet. He broke off a little of the pressed herb in the packet and sprinkled it on the stoop. The cats fairly scrambled over each other for a chance to eat some of the catnip, or to roll in it.
They did not quarrel over it. Indeed, the intoxicating qualities of their favorite herb gave the cats quite a Christmas spirit.
Mrs. MacCall brought a shallow pan of milk and some more of the herb was sprinkled in it by the old prophet. The kittens Starboard, Port, Hard-a-lee and Mainsheet lapped this up eagerly.
Its very kind of you to bring the catnip, Mr. Sprague, Ruth said. Wont you come in and taste Agnes Christmas cake? She is getting to be a famous cake baker.
With pleasure, said the queer old man.
After Seneca Spragues old hut on the river dock was burned at Thanksgiving, and the Corner House girls had found him a room in one of their tenements to live in, he had become a frequent visitor at the old Corner House. Ruth would have ushered him into the sitting room where Mrs. Eland and her sister were; but Seneca shrank from that.
I am not a society man nay, verily, quoth the prophet. The sex does not interest me.
But it is only Mrs. Eland and her sister, who are our guests to-day for dinner, Ruth said, as she led him into the dining room, while Agnes sped to get the cake.
Ha! Those Aden girls, said Seneca, referring to the hospital matron and the red-haired school teacher by their family name. I remember Lemuel Aden well their uncle. A hard man was Lemuel a hard man.
I believe he must have been a very wicked man, declared Agnes, coming back with a generous slice of cake, and overhearing this. See how he let people think that his brother was dishonest, while he pocketed money belonging to the clients of Mrs. Elands father. Oh! we know all about it.
Ah! said Seneca again, tasting the cake. Very delicious. I know that you put none of the fat of the accursed swine in your cake as some of these women around here do.
Lard, he means, whispered Ruth, for Seneca followed the rabbinical laws of the Jews and ate no pork.
Lemuel Aden was a miser, the prophet announced. He was worse than your uncle, Peter Stower, he added bluntly. All three of us went to school together. They were much older than I, of course; but I came here to the Corner House to see Peter at times. And I was here when Lem Aden came last.
We know about that, too, Agnes said, with some eagerness. Did did Uncle Peter really turn him out, and did he wander over into Quoharie Township, and die there in the poorhouse?
Seneca was silent for a minute, nibbling at the cake thoughtfully. It comes upon my mind, he said at last, that Peter Stower was greatly maligned about that matter. Peter was a hard man, but he had soft spots in him. He was a great sinner, in that he ate much meat which is verily against the commandment. For I say unto you
But how about Mr. Lemuel Aden and Uncle Peter? interrupted Ruth, gently; for the old prophet was likely to switch off on some foreign topic if not shrewdly guided in his speech.
Ah! Lemuel Aden came back here to Milton when he was an old man. Not so old in years, perhaps; but old in wickedness, and aged beyond his years by his own miserliness. We had heard he was rich, but he declared he had nothing had lost everything in speculation; and he said all he possessed was in the old carpetbag he brought.
Peter Stower took him in, Seneca continued. But Lemuel was a dirty old man and made that colored man a lot of trouble. It was thought by everybody that Lemuel Aden had even more wealth than Peter Stower; but nobody ever knew of his spending a penny. Peter said he had money; and so finally turned him out.
How long did he stay here at the old Corner House? asked Ruth.
Verily he would have remained until his end; but Peter became angry with him and threatened to hand him over to the town authorities. They quarreled harshly I was here at the time. The colored man must have heard much of the quarrel, too, Seneca proceeded.
I went away in the midst of it. Peace dwelleth with me yea, verily. I am not a man of wrath. Later I learned that Lemuel Aden went away cursing Peter Stower, and he was never more seen again in Milton.
But was he poor? Ruth asked. Did Uncle Peter turn him out to suffer?
Seneca Sprague shook his head. Nay; I would not charge that to Peter Stowers account, he said. It was believed by everybody, as I say, that Lemuel had much money hidden away. Peter Stower said he knew it.
Just the same, he died in the Quoharie poorhouse, Agnes cried, quickly.
He would have been cared for here in Milton by the authorities had he asked help. Peter Stower and Lemuel Aden were both misers. It was said of them that each had the first dollar he ever earned.
Dear me! Ruth said, as the old prophet concluded. If Mr. Aden did have money at any time, it is too bad Mrs. Eland cant find it. She and her sister need it now, if ever they did, and she sighed, thinking of Dr. Forsyths report upon Miss Pepperills condition.
CHAPTER VIII WHERE IS NEALE ONEIL?
Christmas Day wore away toward evening. A number of the young friends of the Corner House girls ran in to bring gifts and to wish Ruth and Agnes and Tess and Dot a Merry Christmas. Many of them, too, stayed for a moment to speak to Mrs. Eland and Miss Pepperill. The interest aroused by the recently performed play at the Opera House for the benefit of the Womens and Childrens Hospital had awakened interest likewise in the little gray lady and her sister.
I never was so popular before with the school children of Milton, the latter said, rather tartly. Id better be run down by an automobile about once a year.
Oh, that would be dreadful! Tess exclaimed.