FIVE CENTS’ WORTH OF PEPPERMINTS
“Vell! vell!” was the German lady’s greeting when the girls entered
the shop. “You gome quick back to see me already, eh? I am glad.”
She came forward and kissed Agnes and then Ruth. But she halted as she
was about to stoop to Maria.
“Ach! this is nefer von of de kinder I saw yesterday?” she cried.
“Don’t you know this little girl, Mrs. Kranz?” asked Ruth, smiling.
“This is Maria Maroni.”
“Ach! I nefer did!” exclaimed Mrs. Kranz, using an expression that she
must have picked up from her American neighbors. “Vell! I lofe _clean_
kinder,” and she delivered a resounding kiss upon Maria’s darkly
flushed cheek. “Undt how pretty she iss.”
“I am sure she is quite as good as she is pretty,” said Ruth, smiling.
“You ought to have just such a little girl as Maria to help you, Mrs.
Kranz.”
“Ach! I would lofe to have such a girl,” declared the good lady. “Come
you all right back to mine poller. Iky! ’tend to the store yet,” she
shouted to a lanky youth lounging on the sidewalk.
“He vill eat up all mine dried apples, yet, undt trink soda-pop, if I
don’t vatch him. Some day dot Iky iss goin’ to svell right up undt
bust! But he lifs up stairs undt his mutter iss a hard vorkin’ vidow.”
“As though _that_ excused Iky for stuffing himself with dried apples,”
whispered Agnes to Ruth. Ruth looked at her admonishingly and Agnes
subsided.
Mrs. Kranz bustled about to put coffee-cake and other toothsome
dainties, beside bottles of lemon-soda, before the three visitors. She
treated Maria just as nicely as she did Ruth and Agnes. Ruth had not
been mistaken in her judgment of Mrs. Kranz. She _had_ to own such a
big body to hold her heart!
Ruth told her how they had talked with Maroni and how he had agreed to
clean up the cellar, and get rid of the decayed vegetables daily. But
it was, without doubt, Maria’s improved appearance, more than anything
else, that thawed the good lady.
“Ach! it iss de way de vorld iss made,” sighed Mrs. Kranz. “That Joe
Maroni, he hass six kinder; I haf none. This mädchen, she shall help
me in de house, undt in de store. I buy her plenty clean dresses. I’ll
talk to that Joe. Ven I am madt mit him I can’t talk, for he smile,
an’ smile——Ach! how can I fight mit a man dot smiles all de time?”
The two older Kenway girls started home feeling that they had
accomplished something worth while at the Meadow Street tenement
house. “Only,” said Ruth, “if we really had the right to do so, I can
see that there are a lot of repairs that would make the house more
comfortable for the tenants.”
“And I suppose if Uncle Peter had thought of the comfort of the
tenants, he would never have made so much money out of the houses,”
observed Agnes, with more thought than she usually displayed.
Just then Joe and Maria came hurrying down the block after them. “No,
Padrona!” cried the man. “You would not r-r-refuse Joe’s poor litla
present? Maria shall carry eet for you—si! si! She is a smart
girl—no? She fin’ her way all over town.”
They thanked Maroni for the basket of fruit, and allowed Maria to
carry it to the Corner House, for that gave her pleasure, too, Ruth
could see.
It gave them an opportunity of introducing Maria Maroni to Tess and
Dot. The younger Kenways were very glad to see her, and Maria was made
acquainted with the garden playhouse and with the rows of dolls.
“I don’t care so much because the Creamer girls won’t play with us,”
said Tess, happily, after Maria had run home. “Alfredia and Maria are
both very nice little girls.”
“Yes, indeed,” said Dot, quickly. But she added, after a moment: “And
they can’t either of them help being so awful dark complected!”
It had begun to bother Ruth, however, if it did none of the other
three, that so few people called on them. Of course, the Kenways had
not been in Milton but four weeks. The people they met at church,
however, and the girls they had become acquainted with at Sunday
School, had not called upon them.
Eva Larry was delighted to see Agnes on the street, and had taken her
home one day with her. Myra Stetson was always jolly and pleasant, but
no urging by Agnes could get either of these nice girls to visit the
old Corner House.
“Do you suppose it is the ghost of the garret that keeps them away?”
demanded Agnes, of Ruth.
“We wouldn’t entertain them in the garret,” responded Ruth, laughing.
Only she did not feel like laughing. “If that is the trouble, however,
we’ll soon finish up cleaning out the garret. And we’ll sweep out the
ghost and all his tribe, too.”
A Saturday intervened before this could be accomplished, however. It
was the first Saturday after Mr. Howbridge had bestowed upon the
Corner House girls their monthly allowance.
After the house was spick and span, and the children’s playthings put
away for over Sunday, and the garden (which was now a trim and
promising plot) made particularly neat, the four girls dressed in
their very best and sallied forth. It was after mid-afternoon and the
shoppers along Main Street were plentiful.
Aunt Sarah never went out except to church on Sunday. Now that the
weather was so warm, the big front door stood open a part of the time,
and the girls sat with their sewing and books upon the wide porch.
Mrs. McCall joined them there; but Aunt Sarah, never.
Because she did not go out, anything Aunt Sarah needed was purchased
by one of the girls. Particularly, Ruth never forgot the peppermints
which were bought as regularly now that they lived in the Corner House
as they were bought in the old days, back in Bloomingsburg.
Sometimes Ruth delegated one of the other girls to buy the
peppermints, but on this particular occasion she chanced to find
herself near the candy counter, when she was separated from Agnes in
Blachstein & Mapes. So she purchased the usual five cents’ worth of
Aunt Sarah’s favorite Sunday “comfort.”
“No matter how dry the sermon is, or how long-winded the preacher, I
can stand it, if I’ve got a pep’mint to chew on,” the strange old lady
once said. That was almost as long a sentence as the girls had ever
heard her speak!
With the peppermints safe in her bag, Ruth hunted again for Agnes. But
the latter had those shoe-buckles on her mind and, forgetting Ruth,
she left the big store and made for the shoeshop.
On the way Agnes passed the Lady’s Shop with its tempting display in
the show-window, and she ventured in. There were those lovely
handkerchiefs! Agnes feasted her eyes but she could not gain the
courage to break one of her dollar bills for the trifle.
So she wandered out and went toward the glittering buckles in the
shoeshop window. And there she hesitated again. Fifty cents! A quarter
of her entire monthly allowance. She wanted to find Eva Larry, who
would be down town, too, and treat her to a sundae. Besides, she must
buy Myra Stetson some little remembrance.
“I know what I’ll do!” thought Agnes finally, her eye suddenly
lighting upon a candy store across Main Street. “I can break one of
these bills by getting Aunt Sarah’s peppermints. Then it won’t seem so
hard to spend the change.”
Agnes tripped over the crosswalk and purchased the little bag of
peppermints. These she popped into her own handbag, and a little later
came across Eva. They went into the drug store on the corner and had a
sundae apiece. Agnes bought some hairpins (which she certainly could
not use) and a comb, and some lovely ribbon, and a cunning little red
strawberry emery-bag for her sewing-box, and several other trifles.
She found all her change gone and nothing but the dollar bill left in
her purse. That scared Agnes, and she ran home, refusing to break the
remaining bill, and much troubled that she should have been so
reckless in her expenditures the very first time she was out.
Tess and Dot had gone together. There was no reason why two girls, of
eight and ten respectively, should not shop on Milton’s Main Street.
The younger Kenway girls had often shopped for Ruth, while they lived
in Bloomingsburg.
The Five and Ten Cent Store attracted them. There was a toy
department, and all kinds of cheap fancy goods, and little things for
presents. Tess roamed among these, using her eyes to good advantage,
save that she forgot to look for Dot, after a time.
There was a very cute little spool holder for ten cents, and Tess
bought that for Mrs. McCall. Uncle Rufus she remembered in the
purchase of a red and black tie for “state and date” occasions. She
bought a pretty ruching for Ruth’s collar, and a new thimble for
Agnes, because Agnes was always losing her silver one.
For Dot, Tess bought a tiny doll’s tea-set, and forgetting herself
entirely, Tess wandered out of the store with her bundles, looking for
her sister. She did not at once see Dot, but a boy was selling cheap
candies from a basket, and Tess was smitten with the thought that she
had forgotten Aunt Sarah!
She bought a bag of white peppermint drops in a hurry. That took all
of Tess’ half dollar, and she did not want to break into the bill; so
she went home without satisfying any of her own personal longings.
Dot had found the candy counter in the big store the first thing.
There were heaps, and heaps of goodies. Dot possessed a sweet tooth,
and she had never really had enough candy at one time in her life—not
even at Christmas.
Some of this candy was ten cents a pound, and some ten cents a quarter
of a pound. Dot knew that if she bought the more expensive kind, her
dollar bill would not go far. And she really did not want to spend all
her month’s money just for candy. Ruth would think her extravagant and
Agnes would laugh at her.
The little girl moved along in front of the counter, feasting her eyes
upon the variegated sweets. There were chocolates, and bonbons, and
nut candies, and “kisses,” and many candies of which Dot did not know
even the names. Finally she came to the end, where the cheaper kinds
were displayed.
Dot’s eyes grew round and she uttered a half-stifled “Oh!” There was a
great heap of luscious looking, fat peppermint drops. They looked to
be so creamy and soft, that Dot was _sure_ they were far superior to
any drops that Aunt Sarah had ever had in the past.
“Here, little girl,” said the lady behind the counter, seeing Dot
feasting her eyes upon the heap of peppermints. “Here’s a broken one,”
and she reached over the screen and passed Dot the crumbly bit of
candy.
Dot thanked her nicely and popped the broken peppermint drop into her
mouth. It was every bit as nice as it looked. It was crumbly, and
creamy, and sweet, with just the right amount of peppermint essence in
it.
“I’ll buy Aunt Sarah’s peppermints my own self,” decided Dot. Then she
hesitated, being an honest little thing. She knew that she could not
resist the temptation of those luscious drops, once they were in her
hands.
“I’ll take _two_ quarter pounds, if you please, Ma’am,” she said to
the saleslady. “In two bags. One’s for my Aunt Sarah and the other’s
for Tess and me.”
Having broken her dollar bill for these two bags of sweets, Dot felt
rather frightened, and she, too, hurried out of the store.
The four Corner House girls arrived home at about the same time—and
not long before the usual dinner hour. Dot and Tess had tasted out of
the special bag of peppermint drops that Dot had bought, in the yard.
Tess had so many other things to show her smaller sister that neither
suspected the other’s possession of Aunt Sarah’s peppermints.
Dot ran up to Aunt Sarah’s room as soon as she got inside the door. “I
got your pep’mint drops, Auntie!” she cried, plumping the bag into the
old lady’s lap.
“Humph! Good child,” declared Aunt Sarah, and opened the bag
invitingly. “Have one?”
“No-o, Ma’am,” said Dot, backing away. “I’ve been eating some out of
_my_ bag,” and she showed Aunt Sarah her other purchase. “Ruth says it
spoils your appetite to eat too much candy before dinner.”
“Humph!” remarked Aunt Sarah.
As Dot went down the stairway, Tess came dancing along from the
bathroom, with a fresh ribbon in her hair and her face and hands still
damp. “Oh, Aunt Sarah!” she cried, “here is your bag of peppermints
for to-morrow,” and she held up her own purchase. “Shall I put them in
your room on the bureau?”
“Humph!” exclaimed the old lady, stopping and eyeing Tess curiously.
“So _you’ve_ got them?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” said Tess, and hopped down stairs by the old lady’s side
very happily.
There was a neat little box resting on the table beside Aunt Sarah’s
plate. Agnes said: “There’s your Sunday peppermints, Aunt Sarah. I got
them at the Unique candy store, and I guess they’re nice ones.”
Aunt Sarah merely glared at her, and remained speechless. That was
nothing strange; the old lady sometimes acted as though she did not
hear you speak to her at all.
Mrs. McCall came in from the kitchen and Ruth appeared from up stairs.
Uncle Rufus arrived with the steaming soup tureen. As Ruth sat down,
she said to Aunt Sarah:
“You’ll find your peppermints on the hall stand, Aunt Sarah. I forgot
to bring them up to your room.”
_That_ was too much. The old lady blazed up like a freshly kindled
fire.
“For the good Land o’ Goshen! I got peppermints enough now to last me
four meetings. I believe getting your Uncle Peter’s money the way you
have, has made all you gals silly!”
She refused to say another word to any of them that evening.