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Joe Maroni smiled at Tess and Dot broadly, and the little gold rings
in his ears twinkled, when the girls approached his fruit stand.
“De litla ladies mak’ Joe ver’ hap’—come to see-a he’s Maria. Maria,
she got da craz’ in da head to wait for to see you.”
“Oh, I hope not, Mr. Maroni,” said Tess, in her most grown-up way. “I
guess Maria isn’t crazy, only glad.”
“Glad a—si, si! Here she come.”
Maria, who always was clean and neat of dress now, appeared from the
cellar. She was helping her mother draw out the new baby carriage that
Joe had bought—a grand piece of furniture, with glistening wheels,
varnished body, and a basket top that tipped any way, so as to keep
the sun out of the baby’s eyes.
The baby was fat again and very well. He crowed, and put his arms out
to Tess and Dot, and the latter was so delighted with him that she
almost neglected the Alice-doll in _her_ carriage.
The little Maronis thought that big doll and its carriage were,
indeed, very wonderful possessions. Two of the smaller Maronis were
going walking with the visitors, and Maria and the baby.
Joe filled the front of the baby carriage with fruit, so that the
children would not be hungry while away from the house. Off the
procession started, for they had agreed to go several blocks to the
narrow little park that skirted the canal.
It was a shady park, and the Kenway girls and the clean, pretty Maroni
children had a very nice time. Maria was very kind and patient with
her sisters and with the baby, and nothing happened to mar the
afternoon’s enjoyment until just as the children were about to wheel
the baby—and the doll—back to Meadow Street.
What happened was really no fault of any of this little party in whom
we are interested. They had set off along the canal path, when there
suddenly darted out of some bushes a breathless, hatless boy, whose
tangled hair was fiery red!
Tess shrieked aloud. “Why! Tommy Rooney! Whatever are you doing here?”
The boy whirled and stared at Tess and Dot, with frightened
countenance. Their appearance in this place evidently amazed him. He
stumbled backward, and appeared to intend running away; but his foot
tripped and he went down the canal bank head-first!
Splash he went into the murky water, and disappeared. The girls all
screamed then; there were no grown folk near—no men at all in sight.
When Tommy Rooney came to the surface he was choking and coughing, and
paddled for only a moment, feebly, before going under again. It was
plain that he could not swim.
“Oh, oh!” cried Dot. “He’ll be drowned. Tommy Rooney will be drowned!
And what will his mother say to _that_?”
Tess wrung her hands and screamed for help. But there _was_ no help.
That is, there would have been none for poor Tommy, if it had not been
for quick-witted Maria Maroni. Quickly she snatched the baby from the
carriage and put him into Tess’ arms. Then she flung out the pillows
and wrappings, and ran the carriage to the brow of the canal-bank.
Up came Tommy again, his eyes open, gurgling a cry, and fighting to
keep above the surface.
[Illustration: Up came Tommy again, his eyes open, gurgling a cry,
and fighting to keep above the surface.]
“Look out, boy!” cried Maria, and she ran the baby carriage right down
the bank, letting it go free.
The carriage wheeled into the water and floated, as Maria knew it
would. It was within the reach of Tommy’s still sturdy hands. He
grabbed it, and although it dipped some, it bore up his weight so that
he did not sink again.
By that time men had heard their cries, and came running from the
lock. They soon fished out Master Tommy and the baby carriage, too.
“You’re a smart little kid,” said one of the men, to Maria, and he
gave her a silver dollar. Meanwhile the other man turned Tommy across
his knee to empty the water out of his lungs. Tommy thought he was
going to get a spanking, and he began to struggle and plead with the
man.
“Aw, don’t, Mister! I didn’t mean to fall into your old canal,” he
begged, half strangling. “I didn’t hurt the water none.”
The men laughed. “You ought to get it—and get it good,” he said. “But
perhaps the dip in the canal was punishment enough for you. I’ll leave
it to your mother to finish the job right.”
“Say! does he belong to these little girls?” asked the other man.
“He’s no Italian.”
“Well, here’s two girls who are not Italians, either,” said the other
rescuer.
“He’ll go home with us,” declared Tess, with confidence. “If he
doesn’t, we’ll tell his mother, and she’ll send a policeman after
Tommy.”
“Guess the little lady knows what she’s about,” laughed the man. “Come
on, Jim. The boy’s so water-soaked that it’s pretty near put his hair
out. No danger of much fire there now.”
Maria was afraid of what her father would do and say when he saw the
condition of the new baby carriage. She carried the baby home in her
arms, while her little sisters carried the pillows and other things.
Tess ordered Tommy Rooney to push the carriage.
Tess was very stern with Tommy, and the latter was very meek.
Naturally, he was much subdued after his involuntary bath; and he was
worried, too.
“You—you going to make me go clear home with you, Tess Kenway?” he
finally asked.
“Yes, I am.”
“Well,” said the boy, with a sigh, “they’ll just about kill me there.”
“What for?” demanded Tess and Dot, in chorus.
“Guess you warn’t at home an hour ago?” said Tommy, a faint grin
dawning on his face.
“No. We came over here right after lunch,” said Tess.
“Wow! wait till you hear about it,” groaned Tommy. “Just wait!” and he
refused to explain further.
At the Meadow Street fruit stand, there was great excitement when the
procession appeared. Mrs. Maroni feared that it was the baby who had
fallen into the canal and she ran out, screaming.
Such a chattering Tess and Dot had never heard before. Joe and his
wife and all the children—including Maria and the baby—screeched at
the top of their voices. Somehow an understanding of the facts was
gathered by Mr. and Mrs. Maroni, and they began to calm down.
Then Tess put in a good word for Maria, and told Joe that she had
saved the life of Tommy, who was a friend of theirs—and a friend of
the “litla Padrona,” as Joe insisted upon calling Ruth.
So the excitable Italian was pacified, and without visiting Mrs. Kranz
on this occasion, Tess and Dot bade the Maronis good-by, kissed the
baby, and with Tommy Rooney started for home.
As they approached the old Corner House, Tommy grew more and more
disturbed. He was not likely to get cold, if his garments _were_ wet,
for the day was very warm. Anyway, he wore so few garments, and they
were so ragged, that it did not seem to matter much, whether he
removed them in going in swimming, or not!
“You girls better go ahead and tell ’em,” suggested Tommy, at last.
“Tell ’em what?” demanded Tess.
“Tell ’em——Well, tell ’em I’m coming. I wouldn’t want to frighten
your sisters—and—and that woman.”
“No, we won’t,” said Tess. “You are fixing to run away again. Don’t
you dare even _start_, Tommy Rooney.”
“Well,” grunted Tommy. “There’s something going to happen, when we get
there.”
“Nothing’s going to happen. How you talk!”
“Oh, yes there is. I scared that woman pretty near into fits.”
“What woman?” demanded Tess and Dot, together.
Tommy refused to be more explicit. They came in sight of the Corner
House. As they entered by the back gate, Ruth and Agnes rushed out
upon the rear porch, having caught sight of Tommy’s disreputable
figure.
“There he is!” they shrieked.
Mrs. McCall was visible behind them. She said something far more
practical. She demanded: “Is that the boy that’s been stealing my pies
and doughnuts?”
Tommy shrank back and turned to flee. But Uncle Rufus darted out from
behind the woodshed and caught him.
“Glo-ree! is dis de leetle rapscallion I done see squeezin’ out of dat
cellar winder? An’ I declar’! I didn’t t’ink nobody more’n a cat could
git in an out o’ dat winder.”
A window opened above, and Mrs. Treble put out her head. “Hold him
till I come down there,” she ordered. “That little tyke tried to play
ghost and scare me. I’ll fix him.”
She banged the window again, and was evidently hastening down stairs.
Even Dot turned upon the truant:
“Have you been living in our garret, Tommy Rooney?” she cried.
Tommy nodded, too full for utterance at that moment.
“And we thought it was a goat!” declared Dot.
“And you ate the cookies and doughnuts Mrs. McCall missed,” accused
Agnes.
Tommy nodded.
“And the dolls’ dinner out of our room,” cried Dot. “And we thought it
was Sandy-face.”
“Ah—well——I was starvin’,” confessed Tommy.
At this point Tess came to the front again. She stood before Tommy,
and even put Uncle Rufus firmly, though gently, aside.
“Stop!” she said to the wrathful Mrs. Treble, when that lady appeared.
“Tommy is a friend of ours. And he’s been ’most drowned. You wouldn’t
want to punish him any more to-day. Dot and I invited him home, and
you mustn’t all _pounce_ on him this way. You know, his mother’s a
long way from here, and he hasn’t seen her lately, and—and he’s sorry
anyway. And it must be just _awful_ to be so hungry that you have to
_steal_.”
At this point gentle Tess’ eyes ran over, and she turned to take the
red haired boy’s hand. To her amazement, Tommy’s grimy face was
likewise streaked with tears.