In the first place she must see Mrs. Murdock and talk things over. In the second place, she must examine all the stock that Mrs. Murdock left. In the third place, she must order new stock from the wholesale1 places. And in the fourth place, the rooms must be made ready for her and Granny to live in. It was hard work, but it was great fun.
First, Mrs. Murdock called, at Billy’s request, at his rooms on Mount Vernon Street. Granny and Maida were there to meet her.
Mrs. Murdock was a tall, thin, erect2 old lady. Her bright black eyes were piercing enough, but it seemed to Maida that the round-glassed spectacles, through which she examined them all, were even more so.
“I’ve made out a list of things for the shop that I’m all out of,” she began briskly. “You’ll know what the rest is from what’s left on the shelves. Now about buying—there’s a wagon3 comes round once a month and I’ve told them to keep right on a-coming even though I ain’t there. They’ll sell you your candy, pickles4, pickled limes and all sich stuff. You’ll have to buy your toys in Boston—your paper, pens, pencils, rubbers and the like also, but not at the same places where you git the toys. I’ve put all the addresses down on the list. I don’t see how you can make any mistakes.”
“How long will it take you to get out of the shop?” Billy asked.
Maida knew that Billy enjoyed Mrs. Murdock, for often, when he looked at that lady, his eyes “skrinkled up,” although there was not a smile on his face.
“A week is all I need,” Mrs. Murdock declared. “If it worn’t for other folks who are keeping me waiting, I’d have that hull5 place fixed6 as clean as a whistle in two shakes of a lamb’s tail. Now I’ll put a price on everything, so’s you won’t be bothered what to charge. There’s some things I don’t ever git, because folks buy too many of them and it’s sich an everlasting7 bother keeping them in stock. But you’re young and spry, [Pg 32]and maybe you won’t mind jumping about for every Tom, Dick and Harry8. But, remember,” she added in parting, “don’t git expensive things. Folks in that neighborhood ain’t got no money to fool away. Git as many things as you can for a cent a-piece. Git some for five and less for ten and nothing for over a quarter. But you must allus callulate to buy some things to lose money on. I mean the truck you put in the window jess to make folks look in. It gits dusty and fly-specked before you know it and there’s an end on it. I allus send them to the Home for Little Wanderers at Christmas time.”
Early one morning, a week later, a party of three—Granny Flynn, Billy and Maida—walked up Beacon9 Street and across the common to the subway. Maida had never walked so far in her life. But her father had told her that if she wanted to keep the shop, she must give up her carriage and her automobile10. That was not hard. She was willing to give up anything that she owned for the little shop.
They left the car at City Square in Charlestown and walked the rest of the way. It was Saturday, a brilliant morning in a beautiful autumn. All the children in the neighborhood were out playing. Maida looked at each one of them as she passed. They seemed as wonderful as fairy beings to her—for would they not all be her customers soon? And yet, such was her excitement, she could not remember one face after she had passed it. A single picture remained in her mind—a picture of a little girl standing11 alone in the middle of the court. Black-haired, black-eyed, a vivid spot of color in a scarlet12 cape13 and a scarlet hat, the child was scattering14 bread-crumbs to a flock of pigeons. The pigeons did not seem afraid of her. They flew close to her feet. One even alighted on her shoulder.
“It makes me think of St. Mark’s in Venice,” Maida said to Billy.
But, little girl—scarlet cape—flocks of doves—St. Mark’s, all went out of her head entirely15 when she unlocked the door of the little shop.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she cried, “how nice and clean it looks!”
The shop seemed even larger than she remembered it. The confused, dusty, cluttery look had gone. But with its dull paint and its blackened ceiling, it still seemed dark and dingy16.
Maida ran behind the counter, peeped into the show cases, poked18 her head into the window, drew out the drawers that lined the wall, pulled covers from the boxes on the shelves. There is no knowing where her investigations19 would have ended if Billy had not said:
“See here, Miss Curiosity, we can’t put in the whole morning on the shop. This is a preliminary tour of investigation20. Come and see the rest of it. This way to the living-room!”
The living-room led from the shop—a big square room, empty now, of course. Maida limped over to the window. “Oh, oh, oh!” she cried; “did you ever see such a darling little yard?”
“It surely is little,” Billy agreed, “not much bigger than a pocket handkerchief, is it?”
And yet, scrap21 of a place as the yard was, it had an air of completeness, a pretty quaintness22. Two tiny brick walks curved from the door to the gate. On either side of these spread out microscopic23 flower-beds, crowded tight with plants. Late-blooming dahlias and asters made spots of starry24 color in the green. A vine, running over the door to the second story, waved like a crimson25 banner dropped from the window.
“The old lady must have been fond of flowers,” Billy Potter said. He squinted26 his near-sighted blue eyes and studied the bunches of green. “Syringa bush in one corner. Lilac bush in the other. Nasturtiums at the edges. Morning-glories running up the fence. Sunflowers in between. My, won’t it be fun to see them all racing27 up in the spring!”
Maida jumped up and down at the thought. She could not jump like other children. Indeed, this was the first time that she had ever tried. It was as if her feet were like flat-irons. Granny Flynn turned quickly away and Billy bit his lips.
“I know just how I’m going to fix this room up for you, Petronilla,” Billy said, nodding his head mysteriously. “Now let’s go into the kitchen.”
The kitchen led from the living-room. Billy exclaimed when he saw it and Maida shook her hands, but it was Granny who actually screamed with delight.
Much bigger than the living-room, it had four windows with sunshine pouring in through every one of them. But it was not the four windows nor yet the sunshine that made the sensation—it was the stone floor.
“We’ll put a carpet on it if you think it’s too cold, Granny,” Billy suggested immediately.
“Oh, lave it be, Misther Billy,” Granny begged. “’Tis loike me ould home in Oireland. Sure ’tis homesick Oi am this very minut looking at ut.”
“All right,” Billy agreed cheerfully. “What you say goes, Granny. Now upstairs to the sleeping-rooms.”
To get to the second floor they climbed a little stairway not more than three feet wide, with steps very high, most of them triangular28 in shape because the stairway had to turn so often. And upstairs—after they got there—consisted of three rooms, two big and square and light, and one smaller and darker.
“The small room is to be made into a bathroom,” Billy explained, “and these two big ones are to be your bedrooms. Which one will you have, Maida?”
Maida examined both rooms carefully. [Pg 37]“Well, I don’t care for myself which I have,” she said. “But it does seem as if there were a teeny-weeny more sun in this one. I think Granny ought to have it, for she loves the sunshine on her old bones. You know, Billy, Granny and I have the greatest fun about our bones. Hers are all wrong because they’re so old, and mine are all wrong because they’re so young.”
“All right,” Billy agreed. “Sunshiny one for Granny, shady one for you. That’s settled! I hope you realize, Miss Maida, Elizabeth, Fairfax, Petronilla, Pinkwink, Posie Westabrook what perfectly29 bully30 rooms these are! They’re as old as Noah.”
“I’m glad they’re old,” Maida said. “But of course they must be. This house was here when Dr. Pierce was a little boy. And that must have been a long, long, long time ago.”
“Just look at the floors,” Billy went on admiringly. “See how uneven31 they are. You’ll have to walk straight here, Petronilla, to keep from falling down. That old wooden wainscoting is simply charming. That’s a nice old fireplace too. And these old doors are perfect.”
Granny Flynn was working the latch32 of one of the old doors with her wrinkled hands. “Manny’s the toime Oi’ve snibbed a latch loike that in Oireland,” she said, and she smiled so hard that her very wrinkles seemed to twinkle.
“And look at the windows, Granny,” Billy said. “Sixteen panes33 of glass each. I hope you’ll make Petronilla wash them.”
“Oh, Granny, will you let me wash the windows?” Maida asked ecstatically.
“When you’re grand and sthrong,” Granny promised.
“I know just how I’ll furnish the room,” Billy said half to himself.
“Oh, Billy, tell me!” Maida begged.
“Can’t,” he protested mischievously34. “You’ve got to wait till it’s all finished before you see hide or hair of it.”
“I know I’ll die of curiosity,” Maida protested. “But then of course I shall be very busy with my own business.”
“Ah, yes,” Billy replied. “Now that you’ve embarked35 on a mercantile career, Miss Westabrook, I think you’ll find that you’ll have less and less time for the decorative36 side of life.”
Billy spoke37 so seriously that most little girls would have been awed38 by his manner. But Maida recognized the tone that he always employed when he was joking her. Beside, his eyes were all “skrinkled up.” She did not quite understand what the joke was, but she smiled back at him.
“Now can we look at the things downstairs?” she pleaded.
“Yes,” Billy assented39. “To-day is a very important day. Behind locked doors and sealed windows, we’re going to take account of stock.”
Granny Flynn remained in the bedrooms to make all kinds of mysterious measurements, to open and shut doors, to examine closets, to try window-sashes, even to poke17 her head up the chimney.
Downstairs, Billy and Maida opened boxes and boxes and boxes and drawers and drawers and drawers. Every one of these had been carefully gone over by the conscientious40 Mrs. Murdock. Two boxes bulged41 with toys, too broken or soiled to be of any use. These they threw into the ash-barrel at once. What was left they dumped on the floor. Maida and Billy sat down beside the heap and examined the things, one by one. Maida had never seen such toys in her life—so cheap and yet so amusing.
It was hard work to keep to business with such enchanting42 temptation to play all about them. Billy insisted on spinning every top—he got five going at once—on blowing every balloon—he produced such dreadful wails43 of agony that Granny came running downstairs in great alarm—on jumping with every jump-rope—the short ones tripped him up and once he sprawled44 headlong—on playing jackstones—Maida beat him easily at this—on playing marbles—with a piece of crayon he drew a ring on the floor—on looking through all the books—he declared that he was going to buy some little penny-pamphlet fairy-tales as soon as he could save the money. But in spite of all this fooling, they really accomplished45 a great deal.
They found very few eatables—candy, fruit, or the like. Mrs. Murdock had wisely sold out this perishable46 stock. One glass jar, however, was crammed47 full of what Billy recognized to be “bulls-eyes”—round lumps of candy as big as plums and as hard as stones. Billy said that he loved bulls-eyes better than terrapin48 or broiled49 live lobster50, that he had not tasted one since he was “half-past ten.” For the rest of the day, one of his cheeks stuck out as if he had the toothache.
They came across all kinds of odds51 and ends—lead pencils, blank-books, an old slate52 pencil wrapped in gold paper which Billy insisted on using to draw pictures on a slate—he made this squeak53 so that Maida clapped her hands over her ears. They found single pieces from sets of miniature furniture, a great many dolls, rag-dolls, china dolls, celluloid dolls, the latest bisque beauties, and two old-fashioned waxen darlings whose features had all run together from being left in too great a heat.
They went through all these things, sorting them into heaps which they afterwards placed in boxes. At noon, Billy went out and bought lunch. Still squatting54 on the floor, the three of them ate sandwiches and drank milk. Granny said that Maida had never eaten so much at one meal.
All this happened on Saturday. Maida did not see the little shop again until it was finished.
By Monday the place was as busy as a beehive. Men were putting in a furnace, putting in a telephone, putting in a bathroom, whitening the plaster, painting the woodwork.
Finally came two days of waiting for the paint to dry. “Will it ever, ever, EVER dry?” Maida used to ask Billy in the most despairing of voices.
By Thursday, the rooms were ready for their second coat of paint.
“Oh, Billy, do tell me what color it is—I can’t wait to see it,” Maida begged.
But, “Sky-blue-pink” was all she got from Billy.
Saturday the furniture came.
In the meantime, Maida had been going to all the principal wholesale places in Boston picking out new stock. Granny Flynn accompanied her or stayed at home, according to the way she felt, but Billy never missed a trip.
Maida enjoyed this tremendously, although often she had to go to bed before dark. She said it was the responsibility that tired her.
To Maida, these big wholesale places seemed like the storehouses of Santa Claus. In reality they were great halls, lined with parallel rows of counters. The counters were covered with boxes and the boxes were filled with toys. Along the aisles55 between the counters moved crowds of buyers, busily examining the display.
It was particularly hard for Maida to choose, because she was limited by price. She kept recalling Mrs. Murdock’s advice, “Get as many things as you can for a cent a-piece.” The expensive toys tempted56 her, but although she often stopped and looked them wistfully over, she always ended by going to the cheaper counters.
“You ought to be thinking how you’ll decorate the windows for your first day’s sale,” Billy advised her. “You must make it look as tempting57 as possible. I think, myself, it’s always a good plan to display the toys that go with the season.”
Maida thought of this a great deal after she went to bed at night. By the end of the week, she could see in imagination just how her windows were going to look.
Saturday night, Billy told her that everything was ready, that she should see the completed house Monday morning. It seemed to Maida that the Sunday coming in between was the longest day that she had ever known.
When she unlocked the door to the shop, the next morning, she let out a little squeal58 of joy. “Oh, I would never know it,” she declared. “How much bigger it looks, and lighter59 and prettier!”
Indeed, you would never have known the place yourself. The ceiling had been whitened. The faded drab woodwork had been painted white. The walls had been colored a beautiful soft yellow. Back of the counter a series of shelves, glassed in by sliding doors, ran the whole length of the wall and nearly to the ceiling. Behind the show case stood a comfortable, cushioned swivel-chair.
“The stuff you’ve been buying, Petronilla,” Billy said, pointing to a big pile of boxes in the corner. “Now, while Granny and I are putting some last touches to the rooms upstairs, you might be arranging the window.”
“That’s just what I planned to do,” Maida said, bubbling with importance. “But you promise not to interrupt me till it’s all done.”
“All right,” Billy agreed, smiling peculiarly. He continued to smile as he opened the boxes.
It did not occur to Maida to ask them what they were going to do upstairs. It did not occur to her even to go up there. From time to time, she heard Granny and Billy laughing. “One of Billy’s jokes,” she said to herself. Once she thought she heard the chirp60 of a bird, but she would not leave her work to find out what it was.
When the twelve o’clock whistle blew, she called to Granny and to Billy to come to see the results of her morning’s labor61.
“I say!” Billy emitted a long loud whistle.
“Oh, do you like it?” Maida asked anxiously.
The window certainly struck the key-note of the season. Tops of all sizes and colors were arranged in pretty patterns in the middle. Marbles of all kinds from the ten-for-a-cent “peeweezers” up to the most beautiful, colored “agates” were displayed at the sides. Jump-ropes of variegated63 colors with handles, brilliantly painted, were festooned at the back. One of the window shelves had been furnished like a tiny room. A whole family of dolls sat about on the tiny sofas and chairs. On the other shelf lay neat piles of blank-books and paper-blocks, with files of pens, pencils, and rubbers arranged in a decorative pattern surrounding them all.
In the show case, fresh candies had been laid out carefully on saucers and platters of glass. On the counter was a big, flowered bowl.
“To-morrow, I’m going to fill that bowl with asters,” Maida explained.
“OI’m sure the choild has done foine,” Granny Flynn said, “Oi cudn’t have done betther mesilf.”
“Now come and look at your rooms, Petronilla,” Billy begged, his eyes dancing.
Maida opened the door leading into the living-room. Then she squealed64 her delight, not once, but continuously, like a very happy little pig.
The room was as changed as if some good fairy had waved a magic wand there. All the woodwork had turned a glistening65 white. The wall paper blossomed with garlands of red roses, tied with snoods of red ribbons. At each of the three windows waved sash curtains of a snowy muslin. At each of the three sashes hung a golden cage with a pair of golden canaries in it. Along each of the three sills marched pots of brilliantly-blooming scarlet geraniums. A fire spluttered and sparkled in the fireplace, and drawn66 up in front of it was a big easy chair for Granny, and a small easy one for Maida. Familiar things lay about, too. In one corner gleamed the cheerful face of the tall old clock which marked the hours with so silvery a voice and the moon-changes by such pretty pictures. In another corner shone the polished surface of a spidery-legged little spinet67. Maida loved both these things almost as much as if they had been human beings, for her mother and her grandmother and her great-grandmother had loved them before her. Needed things caught her eyes everywhere. Here was a little bookcase with all her favorite books. There was a desk, stocked with business-like-looking blank-books. Even the familiar table with Granny’s “Book of Saints” stood near the easy chair. Granny’s spectacles lay on an open page, familiarly marking the place.
In the center of the room stood a table set for three.
“It’s just the dearest place,” Maida said. “Billy, you’ve remembered everything. I thought I heard a bird peep once, but I was too busy to think about it.”
“Want to go upstairs?” Billy asked.
The two bedrooms were very simple, all white—woodwork, furniture, beds, even the fur rugs on the floor. But they were wonderfully gay from the beautiful paper that Billy had selected. In Granny’s room, the walls imitated a flowered chintz. But in Maida’s room every panel was different. And they all helped to tell the same happy story of a day’s hunting in the time when men wore long feathered hats on their curls, when ladies dressed like pictures and all carried falcons69 on their wrists.
“Granny, Granny,” Maida called down to them, “Did you ever see any place in all your life that felt so homey?”
“I guess it will do,” Billy said in an undertone.
That night, for the first time, Maida slept in the room over the little shop.
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