There was a sound from the stairs like something walking with six feet, and little Achilles Poulaki came in. He always stumbled even when there was nothing in sight but the floor—he was that age. He was the Sykeses' grocery delivery boy, that Mis' Sykes thinks is her social secretary as well, and he'd been errand boy for us all day.
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"Anything else, Mis' Sykes?" he says.
"I wonder," says Mis' Sykes, "if Killy can't take that basket of cotton pieces down to old Mis' Herman, for her woolen3 rugs?"
We all thought he could, and some of the girls went to work to find the basket for him.
"Killy," I says, "I hear you can speak a nice Greek piece."
He didn't say anything. He hardly ever did say anything.
"Can you?" I pressed him, because somebody had been telling me that he could speak a piece his Greek grandfather had taught him.
"Yes'm," he says.
"Will you?" I took it further.
"No'm," he says, in exactly the same tone.
"You ought to speak it for me," I said. "I'm going to be Greece in the show to-night."
But they brought the basket then, and he went off with it. He was a little thin-legged chap—such awful thin legs he had, and a pale neck, and cropped hair, and high eyebrows4 and big, chapped hands.
"Don't you drop it, now!" says Mis' Sykes, that always uses a club when a sliver5 would do it.
Achilles straightened up his thin little shoulders and threw out his thin little chest, and says he:
"My grandfather was in the gover'ment."
"Go on!" says Mis' Sykes. "In Greece?"
"Sure," he says—which wasn't Greek talk,[Pg 3] though I bet Greek boys have got something like it.
Then Achilles was scared to think he'd spoke6, and he run off, still stumbling. His father had been killed in a strike in the Friendship mills, and his mother was sick and tried to sew some; and she hadn't nothing left that wasn't married, only Achilles.
The work went on among us as before, only I always waste a lot of time watching the girls work. I love to see girls working together—they seem to touch at things with the tips of their fingers. They remind me of butterflies washing out their own wings. And yet what a lot they could get done, and how capable they got to be. Ina Clare and Irene Ayres and Ruth Holcomb and some more—they were packing up and making a regular lark7 of it. Seemed like they were so big and strong and young they could do 'most anything. Seemed like it was a shame to close down Red Cross and send them back to their separate church choirs8 and such, to operate in, exclusive.
That was what I was thinking when Mis' Silas Sykes broke in—her that's the leading woman of the Friendship Village caste of folks.
"I don't know," says Mis' Sykes, "I don't know but pride is wicked. But I cannot help feeling pride that I've lived in Friendship Village for three generations of us, unbroken. And for three generations back of that we were American, on American soil,[Pg 4] under the American flag—as soon as ever it got here."
"Was you?" I says. "Well, a strain of me is English, and a touch of me way back was Scotch-Irish; and I've got a little Welsh. And I'd like to find some Indian, but I haven't ever done it. And I'm proud of all them, Mis' Sykes."
Mis' Hubbelthwait spoke up—her that's never been able to get a plate really to fit her, and when she talks it bothers out loud.
"I got some of nearly all the Allies in me," she says, complacent9.
"What?" says Mis' Sykes.
"Yes, sir," says Mis' Hubbelthwait. "I was counting up, and there ain't hardly any of 'em I ain't."
"Japanese?" says Mis' Sykes, withering10. "How interesting, Mis' Hubbelthwait," says she.
"Oh, I mean Europe," says Mis' Hubbelthwait, cross. "Of course you can't descend11 from different continents. There's English—I've got that. And French—I've got that. And I-talian is in me—I know that by my eyes. And folks that come from County Galway has Spanish—"
"Spain ain't ally," says Mis' Fire Chief Merriman, majestic12. "It's neuter."
"Well, there's that much more credit—to be allies and neuter," says Mis' Hubbelthwait triumphant13.
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"Well, sir," says Mis' Holcomb-that-was-Mame-Bliss. "I ain't got anything in me but sheer American—you can't beat that."
"How'd you manage that, Mame?" I ask her. "Kind of a trick, wasn't it?"
"I don't know what you mean," she says. And went right on over my head, like she does. "Ain't it nice, ladies," she says, "to be living in the very tip-top nation of this world?"
"Except of course England," says Mis' Jimmy Sturgis.
"Why except England?" snaps Mame Holcomb.
"Oh well, we all know England's the grandest nation," says Mis' Sturgis. "Don't the sun never set on her possessions? Don't she rule the wave? Ain't she got the largest city? And all like that?"
Mame looked mad.
"Well, I'm sure I don't know," she says. "But from the time I studied g'ography I always understood that no nation could touch us Americans."
"Why," says Mis' Sturgis, "I love America best. But I never had any doubts that England that my folks came from was the most important country."
Mis' Holcomb made her mouth both tight and firm.
"Their gover'ment beats ours, I s'pose?" she says. "You know very well you can't beat our gover'ment."
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Berta, Mis' Sykes's little Switzerland maid, spoke up.
"Oh," she says, "I guess Sweetzerland has got the nicest gover'ment. Everybody speaks so nice of that."
Mame looked over at me, behind Berta. But of course we wouldn't say a word to hurt the poor little thing's feelings.
Up spoke that new Mis' Antonio, whose husband has the fluff rug store.
"Of course," she says, "nothing has Rome but Italy."
We kep' still for a minute. Nobody could contradict that.
"I feel bad," said Mis' Antonio, "for the new countries—America, England—that have not so much old history in them. And no old sceneries."
Berta spoke up again. "Yes, but then who's got part of the Alps?" she wanted to know, kind of self-conscious.
Mame Holcomb looked around, sort of puzzled.
"Rome used to be nice," she admitted, "and of course the Alps is high. But everybody knows they can't hold a candle to the United States, all in all."
After that we worked on without saying anything. It seemed like pretty near everything had been said.
Pretty soon the girls had their part all done. And they stood up, looking like rainbows in their pretty furs and flowers.
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"Miss Calliope," Ina Clare said to me, "come on with us to get some things for to-night."
"Go with you and get out of doing any more work?" says I, joyful14. "Well, won't I!"
"But we are working," cried Ruth. "We've got oceans of things to collect."
"Well," says I, "come along. Sometimes I can't tell work from play and this is one of the times."
I thought that more than once while I went round with them in Ruth's big car late that afternoon. How do you tell work from play when both are the right kind? How do we know that some day play won't be only just the happiest kind of work, done joyful and together?
"I guess you're going to miss this kind of work when Red Cross stops," I said to them.
Ruth is tall and powerful and sure, and she drives as if it was only one of the things she knows about.
"Miss it?" she said. "We'll be lost—simply. What we're going to do I don't know."
"We've been some use in the world," said Clare, "and now we've got to go back to being nothing but happy."
"We'll have to play bridge five nights a week to keep from being bored to tears," says Irene—that is pretty but she thinks with her scalp and no more.
Ruth, that's the prettiest of them all, she shook her head.
"We can't go back to that," she said. "At[Pg 8] least, I won't go back to that. But what I'm going on to do I don't know."
What were they going on to do? That was what I kept wondering all the while we gathered up the finishing touches of what we wanted for the stage that night.
"Now the Greek flag," said Ruth finally. "Mis' Sykes said we could get that at Mis' Poulaki's."
That was Achilles' mother, and none of us had ever met her. We went in, real interested. And there in the middle of the floor sat Mis' Poulaki looking over the basket of cotton rags that the Red Cross had sent down by Achilles to old Mis' Herman.
"Oh," says little Mis' Poulaki, "you sent me such grand clothes for my rags. Thank you—thank you!"
She had tears in her eyes, and there wasn't one of us would tell her Achilles had just plain stole them for her.
"It is everything," she said to us in her broken talk. "Achilles, he had each week two dollar from Mr. Sykes. But it is not enough. I have hard time. Hard."
Over the lamp shelf I saw, just then, the picture of a big, handsome man; and out of being kind of embarrassed, I asked who he was.
"Oh," says Mis' Poulaki, "he's Achilles' grandfather—the father of my boy's father. He was[Pg 9] officer of the Greek gover'ment," she added, proud. "He taught my boy a piece to speak—something all the Greek boys learn."
I told her I'd heard about that piece; and then we asked for the Greek flag, and Mis' Poulaki got it for us, but she said:
"Would you leave Achilles carry it for you? He like that."
We said "yes," and got out as soon as possible—it seemed so sad, love of a country and stealing all mixed up promiscuous15 in one little boy.
Out by the car there was a whole band of little folks hanging round examining it. They were all going to be in the drill at the entertainment that night, and they all came running to Ruth that had trained them.
"Listen," she said to us, and then she held up her hand to them. "All say 'God bless you' in your own language."
They shouted it—a Bedlam16, a Babylon. It seems there were about fourteen different nations of them, more or less, living around down there—it wasn't a neighborhood we'd known much about. They were cute little bits, all of them; and I felt better about taking part in the performance, at my age, for the children were so cute nobody would need to look at us.
Just as we got in the car, Achilles Poulaki came running home to his supper—one of the kind of[Pg 10] suppers, I suppose, that would be all right, what there was of it; and enough of it, such as it was. When he see us, his eyes got wide and dark and scared—it was terrible to see that look in that little boy's face, that had stole to help his mother. We told him about the Greek flag, and his face lit, and he said he'd bring it. But he stood there staring at us, when we drove away.
His look was haunting me still when I went into the Friendship Village Opera House that night for the Red Cross final entertainment. "The Feast of Nations," it was going to be, and us ladies had worked at it hard and long, and using recipes we were not accustomed to using.
There's many different kinds of excitement in this vale of tears, but for the sheer, top-notch variety give me the last few minutes before the curtain goes up on a home-talent entertainment in a little town. All the different kinds of anxiety, apprehension17 and amateur agony are there together, and gasping18 for utterance19.
For instance, Mis' Fire Chief Merriman was booked to represent a Jugo-Slav. None of us ladies knew how it ought to be done, so we had fixed20 up kind of a neutral costume of red, white and blue that couldn't be so very far out of the way. But the last minute Mis' Merriman got nervous for fear there'd be a Jugo-Slav in the audience, and she balked21 out on going on, and it took all we could do to persuade[Pg 11] her. And then the Balkans got nervous—we weren't any of us real clear about the Balkans. And we didn't know whether the Dolomites was states or mountains, so we left them out altogether. But we'd been bound the little nations were going to be represented whether anybody else was or not—and there we were, nations of Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, the Americas and the provinces, and somebody for every one of them. And for a curtain we'd sewed all the flags of every nation together because we were so sick and tired of the advertisements and the pink lady on the old Opera House curtain.
It's no part of my purpose, as the orators22 say, to tell about the Friendship Village "Feast of Nations" entire. It would take sheets. To mention the mere23 mistakes and misadventures of that evening would be Arabian Nights long. Us ladies were the nations, and the young girls were the spirits—Liberty, Democracy, To-morrow, Humanity, Raw Materials, Trade Routes, the High Seas, Disputed Territory, Commerce, Peace, and like that. There ought to have been one more, and she did come all dressed up and ready, in white with gold and silver on her; and then she sat flat down on a scaffold, and she says:
"I can not do it. I can not pronounce me. I shall get," she says wild, "nothing said out loud but a whisper. And what is the use?"
We gathered round her, and we understood.[Pg 12] None of us could pronounce her easy, especially when scared. She was Reciprocity.
"Make a sign," says somebody, "make a sign with her name on it, and hold it over her head."
But that was no better, because nobody could spell her, either, including her herself. So we give it up, and she went down in the audience and looked on.
"It's all right," says Mis' Sykes. "Nobody knows what it means, anyway."
"No," says I, "but think of the work her mother's put on her dress."
And we all knew what that meant, anyway; and we all felt bad, and thought mebbe the word would be more in use by the next show we give, if any.
About in the middle of the program, just after Commerce and Raw Materials and Disputed Territory tried to raise a row, and had got held in place by Humanity, Mis' Sykes came to me behind the scenes. She was Columbia, of course, and she was dressed in the United States flag, and she carried an armful of all the other flags. We had had all we could do to keep her from wearing a crown—she'd been bound and determined24 to wear a crown, though we explained to her that crowns was going out of fashion and getting to be very little worn.
"But they're so regal!" she kept saying, grieving.
"Crowns are all right," we had agreed with her. "It's the regal part that we object to. Not on Columbia you don't put no crown!"
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And we made her wear a wreath of stars. But the wreath was near over one eye when she came to me there, between the acts.
"Killy Poulaki," she says, "he stole that whole basket of stuff we sent down to old Mis' Herman by him. Mis' Herman found it out."
"For his ma, though," I says pitiful.
"Ma or no ma, stole is stole," says Mis' Sykes. "We're going to make an example of him."
And I thought: "First we starve Achilles on two dollars a week, and then when he steals for his ma, we make an example of him. Ain't there anything else for him...."
There wasn't time to figure it out, because the flag curtain was parting for the children—the children that came capering25 up to do their drill, all proud and pleased and important. They didn't represent anything only themselves—the children of all the world. And Ruth Holcomb stood up to drill them, and she was the Spirit of To-morrow.
The curtains had parted on the empty stage, and To-morrow had stepped out alone and given a short, sharp word. And all over the house, where they were sitting with their families, they hopped26 up, boys and girls, and flashed into the aisles27. And the orchestra started them, and they began to sing and march to the stage, and went through what Ruth had taught them.
Nothing military. Nothing with swords or [Pg 14]anything of that. But instead, a little singing dance as they came up to meet To-morrow. And she gave them a star, a bird, a little pretend animal, a flower, a lyre, a green branch, a seed, and she told them to go out and make the world more beautiful and glad. They were willing! That was something they knew about already. They lined up at the footlights and held out their gifts to the audience. And it made it by far the more wonderful that we knew the children had really come from so many different nations, every one with its good gift to give to the world.
You know how they looked—how all children look when you give them something like that to do. Dear and small and themselves, so that you swallow your whole throat while you watch. Because they are To-morrow, and they want life to be nice, and they think it's going to be—but we haven't got it fixed up quite right for them yet. We're late.
As they stood there, young and fine and ready, Ruth, that was To-morrow, said:
"Now!"
They began speaking together, clear and strong and sweet. My heart did more things to my throat while I looked at them.
"I pledge allegiance to my flag and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."
Somebody punched at me, violent.
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"Ain't it magnificent to hear 'em say it?" says Mis' Sykes. "Ain't it truly magnificent?"
But I was looking at Achilles and thinking of her being willing to make an example of him instead of helping him, and thinking, too, of his two dollars a week.
"It is if it is," says I, cryptic28.
To-morrow was speaking again.
"Those of you whose fathers come from Europe, hold up your hands."
Up shot maybe twenty hands—scraggy and plump, and Achilles' little thin arm in the first row among them.
And at the same minute, out came us ladies, marching from the wings—all those of us that represented the different countries of the world; and we formed back of the children, and the stage was full of the nations of Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, the Americas, the islands and all.
And To-morrow asked:
"What is it that your fathers have sworn to, so that you now all belong to one nation?"
Then we all said it with the children—waveringly at first, swelling29, mounting to full chorus, the little bodies of the children waving from side to side as we all recited it:
"I absolutely and entirely30 renounce31 and adjure32 all allegiance and fidelity33 to any foreign prince, potentate34, state or sovereignty, and particularly to—"
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Here was a blur35 of sound as all the children named the ruler of the state from which their fathers had come.
"—of whom I have heretofore been subject ... that I will support and defend the constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign or domestic, and bear true faith and allegiance to the same, so help me God...."
Before they had finished, I began to notice something. I stood on the end, and Achilles was just near me. He had looked up and smiled at me, and at his Greek flag that I was carrying. But now, while the children recited together, Achilles stood there with them saying not one word. And then, when the names of the rulers all blurred36 together, Achilles scared me, for he put up the back of his hand as if to rub tears from his eyes. And when they all stopped speaking, only his sobbing37 broke the stillness of the hall.
I don't know how it came to me, save that things do come in shafts38 of light and splendor39 that no one can name; but in that second I knew what ailed40 him. Maybe I knew because I remembered the picture of his grandfather on the wall over the lamp shelf. Anyway, the big pang41 came to me to speak out, like it does sometimes, when you have to say what's in you or die.
"To-morrow!" I cried out to Ruth, and I was glad she had her back to the audience so they couldn't[Pg 17] see how scared she looked at me speaking what wasn't in my part. "To-morrow! I am Greece! I ask that this little Greek boy here say the words that his Greek grandfather taught him!"
Ruth looked at Achilles and nodded, and I saw his face brighten all of a sudden through his tears; and I knew he was going to speak it, right out of his heart.
Achilles began to speak, indistinct at first, then getting clearer, and at last his voice went over the hall loud and strong and like he meant it:
"'We will never bring disgrace to this our city by any act of dishonor or cowardice42, nor ever desert our suffering comrades in the ranks. We will revere43 and obey the city's laws, and do our best to incite44 a like respect and reverence45 in those above us who are prone46 to annul47 them or set them at naught48. We will strive unceasingly to quicken the public sense of civic49 duty. Thus in all these ways, we will transmit this city not less but greater, better, and more beautiful than it was transmitted to us.'"
It was the Athenian boy's creed50 of citizenship51, that Achilles' father had learned in Greece, and that Achilles' grandfather, that officer in the Greek government, had taught to them both.
The whole hall cheered him—how could they help that? And right out of the fullness of the lump in my throat, I spoke out again. And I says:
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"To-morrow! To-morrow! You're going to give us a world, please God, where we can be true to our own nation and true to all others, for we shall all belong to the League of the World."
Oh, and they cheered that! They knew—they knew. Just like every hamlet and cross-roads in this country and in this world is getting to know—that a great new idea is waiting, for us to catch the throb52 of its new life. To-morrow, the League of the World is going to teach us how to be alive. If only we can make it the League of the World indeed.
Right then came beating out the first chords of the piece we were to close with. And as it was playing they brought out the great world flag that us ladies had made from the design that we had thought up and made ourselves: A white world and white stars on a blue field.
It floated over the heads of all of us that were dressed as the nations of the earth, and not one of us ladies was trying to tell which was the best one, like we had that afternoon; and that flag floated over the children, and over To-morrow and Democracy and Liberty and Humanity and Peace and like that. And then we sang, and the hall sang with us:
"The crest53 and crowning of all good,
Life's common goal is brotherhood54."
And when the curtains swept together—the curtains made of everybody's flags—I tell you, it left[Pg 19] us all feeling like we ain't felt in I don't know when.
Within about a minute afterward55 Ruth and Ina and Irene were around me.
"Miss Calliope," they said, "the Red Cross isn't going to stop."
"No?" I said.
"We're going to start in with these foreign-born boys and girls—" Ina said.
"We're going to teach them all the things To-morrow was pretending to teach them," Ruth said.
"And we're going to learn a thing or two they can teach us," I says, "beginning with Achilles."
They knew what I meant, and they nodded.
And the flag of the white world and white stars on a blue field was all ready-made to lead us—a kind of picture of God's universe.
FOOTNOTE:
[1] Copyright, Red Cross Magazine, April, 1919.
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