Until a week ago she had not looked forward to this time with any particular longing1, for her mother would be visiting her married daughter Olive, and the house would probably seem lonely. But then came that wonderful invitation from Florence Evans, to spend a whole week with her in New York, to see Marjorie Wilkinson and Lily Andrews who would be home from college, and to attend some of the parties the latter was planning. Daisy’s newer friends had never taken the place of the old ones—the seven girls of that senior patrol from Pansy Troop who had been together the previous summer on the ranch2 in Wyoming. Any vacation, no matter how brief, which afforded an opportunity for her to see them promised to be most delightful3.
So Daisy sat in the comfortable living-room of the Evans home and waited contentedly4 for her hostess to join her again. The day was beautiful; the prospect5 of a walk was alluring6. It did not matter in the least to Daisy that her spring suit was not this year’s, and that her hat was inexpensive; in her joyous7 frame of mind New York was a wonderful place to be visiting, even if one’s clothing did indicate one’s country origin. The girl was perfectly8 happy.
One glance at Florence’s face, however, as she entered the room, told Daisy that her hostess did not share her exultant9 mood. In fact, she was literally10 pouting11.
“Mother and Edith make me tired!” she exclaimed, “with their everlasting12 social work! You can’t have a day to yourself, or plan an innocent little walk without their dragging charity into it!”
“Why, instead of going for our nice stroll in the Park, we’ve got to go hunt up some poor female on mother’s church visiting list! She’s sick or something—”
“But what can we do?” asked Daisy, as she drew on her gloves. She was beginning to feel a little reluctant herself; charity work was not in her line.
“‘Investigate the case,’ as mother told me! I wish she’d investigate her own cases—or send Edith! Now if it were a basketball game to referee14, I wouldn’t mind.”
“But what’s the matter with the woman?”
“She’s sick, and poor, and has a baby, of course,” replied Florence, as if all three of the things she mentioned were proofs of criminality.
“Poor woman!” sighed Daisy, as they stepped out of the door.
But once they were in the open air, even though it was city air, and felt the soft April wind against their cheeks, both girls forgot all about the distastefulness of their errand, and lapsed15 into their old, happy, gossipy vein16. They began to discuss school—their class affairs, (they were both seniors at Miss Allen’s), and their scout17 activities. It was Daisy who first mentioned the luncheon18 to which Lily Andrews had invited them.
“Do you suppose it’s in honor of Marj?” she asked. “You know she’s visiting Lily for a few days during the college vacation.”
“No, not entirely,” replied Florence, “because it’s in honor of somebody whose engagement is soon to be announced. We’re all to send something for the linen19 shower, you know.”
“And it isn’t possible that Marj is engaged?” laughed Daisy.
“No, I don’t think so. Marj has set her heart on finishing college, and she has three years more. It might more likely be Lily herself.”
“Yes, it might. Oh, I wonder who will be there!”
“As many of the old senior patrol as she can get together, I think. Oh, Daisy!” She stopped suddenly, confronted by a flower vendor20. “Let’s buy some violets! We city people can’t go find them like you can, you know.”
Having arranged their bouquets21 at their waists to their satisfaction, they continued their walk. They were having too good a time to shorten it by riding, and they were not particularly anxious to reach their destination. Indeed, it seemed to them that they arrived all too quickly at the dingy22 little house corresponding to the address Mrs. Evans had given. Mounting the dirty steps, Florence knocked timidly at the door.
“What is it?” asked a woman, opening the door only an inch or two, and peering cautiously out.
“We’re from St. Andrew’s Church,” said Florence; “and we came to find out whether there is anything they could do to help Mrs. Trawle.”
“Come in,” said the woman, grudgingly23, widening the crack only sufficiently24 to allow the girls to enter singly.
The room presented a most unattractive appearance; even in the dim light of the drawn25 shades, both girls could see that what furniture there was was disreputable. Soiled clothing and threadbare towels hung about on the chairs, and one small frayed26 piece of carpet about the size of a window-frame was the only floor covering. In a darkened corner a woman lay on an untidy bed—a woman too sick even to notice the entrance of the strangers.
“That’s her in bed,” said the other, who had admitted the girls; “but she’s that sick she don’t know her own baby.”
“Why doesn’t she go to a hospital?” asked Florence, rather unsympathetically.
“She keeps talkin’ in her delirium27 about dyin’, and the poor baby a goin’ to an orphan28 asylum29, and somehow she connects that with a hospital. But if she dies, which she probably will, that’s what’s got t’happen, for none of us neighbors could take care of ’er!”
A groan30 escaped from the lips of the sick woman, as if she were conscious of the portent31 of their conversation, and a pathetic little sob32 seemed to come as an echo from the baby. Daisy’s tender heart was touched immediately; she crossed the room and leaned over the bed.
“Mrs. Trawle!” she said, softly. “Please, listen!”
The invalid33 wearily responded, though she hardly looked capable of taking in what Daisy was about to say.
“We girls will take care of your baby if you will go to the hospital—really we will! Promise me you’ll go!”
The woman’s face brightened for a moment; she seemed to know instinctively34 that she could trust Daisy. But she shook her head, as another thought crossed her mind.
Daisy stretched out her fresh young hand and touched Mrs. Trawle’s wasted one, trying to put comfort and assurance into the grasp.
“Then we will care for the baby.”
“Thank God!” sighed the woman, fervently36. “Then I will go to the hospital—the one around the corner. You will take little Betty with you—now?”
“Yes! Yes!” cried Daisy; “if your friend will pack her things.”
“She has nuthin’ but what she’s got on,” put in the other woman; and while Daisy prepared to take the baby, she attended to the sick woman.
It was all arranged in an incredibly short time; within fifteen minutes the ambulance had called for Mrs. Trawle, and the girls, with their charge in Daisy’s lap, were whirling home in a taxi-cab. It was not until they were half way there that Florence expressed her opinion.
“Daisy, I honestly think you’re crazy!” she announced, surveying the baby coldly. She had never cared for children.
But Daisy was ecstatically happy, not only because she was doing something benevolent37 for someone else, but also because she naturally loved babies. Already she had fallen in love with the helpless little creature.
“You don’t mean to say you wouldn’t have offered, if I hadn’t!” she exclaimed, incredulously.
“Certainly not!” announced Florence, emphatically. “It’s sheer nonsense! But of course we can easily send her to an orphan asylum later on—when the woman dies.”
“Florence! You cruel, heartless girl!”
Daisy held the baby close up in her arms, as if she were afraid it might understand the cold-blooded remark, and be hurt.
“But Daisy, we can’t afford to pay somebody to take care of it—to assume its support. Neither one of our families is rich enough. And you certainly don’t expect to lug38 it with us back to Miss Allen’s?”
“No,” admitted the other, smiling at the absurdity39 of such an idea. She was almost beginning to regret her action, viewed from Florence’s common-sense point of view. “Will your mother be angry?”
“No; she and Edith will both think you were wonderful to do it. They’re both dipped on the charity stuff.”
Daisy breathed a sigh of relief; it was something to have Mrs. Evans’s and her oldest daughter’s approval of her impetuosity.
The girls were greeted at the door by all the members of the Evans family. Edith had noticed the taxi from the window, had seen Daisy’s bundle which she identified as a baby, and had rushed out in breathless curiosity.
Daisy entered the hall first, vainly attempting to hide her excitement, while Florence followed in haughty40 disdain41.
“Oh, the poor thing needs a bath!” said Mrs. Evans, taking it from Daisy’s arms. “And is probably hungry, too!”
In broken sentences, Daisy managed to tell her story, apologizing profusely43 for her audacity44 in bringing the child to her hostess’s home. But both Mrs. Evans and Edith immediately silenced her by assuring her of their sanction of her deed.
“It’s exactly what I would have done myself,” said Mrs. Evans, “and I am so glad you were there to offer, for such a thing never would have occurred to Florence.”
“Hardly!” remarked her younger daughter. “I’m too practical; I’d have counted the cost first.”
“Oh, we’ll get the money somehow!” asserted Daisy, confidently. “I’ll put it up to Marj Wilkinson, and she’ll find a way!” Ever since Marjorie had been so instrumental in uniting her sister Olive with her husband, Daisy had come to regard her as resourceful in a crisis of almost any variety.
“The important thing now,” remarked Mrs. Evans, “is to care for the baby at the present, and let the future take care of itself. If the woman lives, Daisy will be responsible for saving her life; for I am sure she would have died if you had not sent her to the hospital. Now—suppose you girls all get to work! Edith, run across the street and borrow enough of little Bobbie’s clothing to dress the baby clean! Florence, you go to the drug store for a nursing bottle; and Daisy, you help me to bathe her. Once we get her comfortable, we can begin to think about what to buy.”
The girls separated to carry out the older woman’s orders, Daisy secretly delighted that the task she had been assigned kept her there with the baby.
Almost immediately Edith returned with the borrowed outfit45, and Mrs. Evans proceeded to undress the child. The state of her clothing was really pitiful; indeed, it could hardly be dignified46 by that name, but rather resembled rags, held together by safety-pins. Moreover, they were soiled, and little Betty herself was none too clean.
But soap and warm water wrought47 wonders, and under Mrs. Evans’s skillful handling the little creature was soon snugly48 tucked in bed, sucking at the bottle of diluted49 milk which was propped50 up by her side. All of the girls felt a secret thrill at the transformation51 they had witnessed, and even Florence began to regret her hastiness in denouncing Daisy’s action.
It was not until the baby was asleep and they were all down in the living room that Mrs. Evans remembered that she had a telephone message for the girls.
“Marjorie Wilkinson phoned,” she said, “and said she would stop here on her way to Lily’s, so I persuaded her to stay to supper. She finally admitted that she was not expected there until after supper, because it seems the Andrews all have to go to a wedding.”
“Oh, Joy!” cried Daisy, jumping to her feet in delight. “Just the very person we want to see! Who ever heard of such luck?”
“Of course it will be great to see Marj,” agreed Florence; “but why do you say she is ‘just the person we want to see’—any more than any other of our best friends?”
“Why, because she’ll be able to help us plan how to take care of little Betty!” replied Daisy, immediately.
They did not have long to wait for their visitor. In less than half an hour, while Mrs. Evans and Edith were out making their purchases, Marjorie arrived.
In spite of the fact that Daisy had not seen her since the previous fall, she found her unchanged; Marjorie Wilkinson was the same sparkling, vivacious52 girl she had been at Miss Allen’s. A year at college had not even seemed to make her a day older.
“You look wonderful, Marj!” she cried, as both she and Florence embraced her at once. “I don’t have to ask whether college agrees with you!”
“It’s great!” announced Marjorie, smiling from one girl to the other; “and rooming with Lily makes it ten times nicer. I’m so thankful I was able to persuade her to go.”
“You wouldn’t have much trouble persuading me, if I had the money,” remarked Daisy.
“Oh, you’ll get the scholarship,” said Florence, with assurance. Then, turning to explain to Marjorie, “You know we have a college scholarship now at Miss Allen’s, founded by some rich donor53. And there isn’t a doubt that Daisy will get it this year!”
“How about you and Alice?” asked Daisy, flushing at the other girl’s tribute.
“We don’t stand a ghost of a chance,” replied Florence.
The mention of Miss Allen’s naturally sharpened Marjorie’s curiosity for news, and both Florence and Daisy told her all they could think of, about the girls she knew, the scout troop, and their new captain.
“And what are the troop’s plans for this summer?” asked Marjorie, secretly envious54 of the girls who were still active members.
“Why?” asked Marjorie, her eyes, wide open with astonishment56 at the thought of losing such an opportunity.
“We’d miss the dear old senior patrol too much,” replied Daisy, sadly. “Girl Scouts57 will never be the same to me without you and Lily and Doris—”
“And Ethel Todd and Mae Van Horn,” added Florence. “The bunch that was together last summer on the ranch.”
“Well, I guess we’ll see most everybody tomorrow at Lily’s luncheon,” remarked Marjorie. “I understand it’s to be a sort of reunion.”
“And an engagement shower, too,” put in Daisy. “But we don’t know whom it’s for. Not you, Marj?”
“Mercy, no! Far from it! I haven’t the slightest idea—unless it’s Mae or Doris. I haven’t heard from them much during the year.”
“It isn’t Lily herself?”
“Oh, no! Positively58 not! How about you two?”
Both Daisy and Florence laughed at the suggestion, and the former seized the opportunity to tell Marjorie about the baby. She related the story just as it had happened, omitting, however, any mention of Florence’s opposition59.
“So you see I’m dying to keep her,” she concluded: “but of course I can’t afford it. Can you think of any possible way?”
Marjorie was silent for a moment, lost in thought.
“Yes,” she said, finally. “Couldn’t you put it up to Pansy Troop to provide for her as another of their good turns?”
Daisy’s spirits, which had brightened at the intimation of a solution, sank again when she heard the reply. She shook her head sadly.
“Couldn’t be done, Marj! We run on a budget now, and all the money we can possibly raise for charity next year is already pledged. I’m afraid that’s out of the question.”
Marjorie appeared disappointed, and Florence drew down the corners of her mouth to hide a smile. Before anything further could be said they were reminded of the baby’s presence by a sudden cry. Daisy dashed up stairs at once, with Marjorie and Florence at her heels.
“Oh, she’s adorable!” exclaimed Marjorie, for she was a girl who loved babies under any circumstances, even when they cried.
“And her name’s Elizabeth—the same as Mrs. Remington’s!” she remarked, referring to the former, beloved captain of Pansy Troop.
“That settles it!” announced Marjorie, emphatically. “Now we have to adopt her. The old senior patrol will do it!”
“Wonderful!” cried Daisy, kissing the baby on both cheeks.
“Earn the money, of course!” answered Marjorie.
“Yes, I know,” admitted the other, slowly. “I’ll think hard, though, and maybe have something to suggest by tomorrow.”
The entrance of Mrs. Evans and Edith put an abrupt61 end to the conversation, and the girls all turned their attention to the delightful task of unwrapping the dainty wardrobe which had just been purchased. Nor was any further mention of the scheme made during the remainder of Marjorie’s visit; it was only when she was going out of the door that she whispered to Daisy not to despair.
“For I’ll find a way,” she assured her; “at least, if there is one to be found!”
“I believe you will!” replied the other girl admiringly.
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