MOLLY'S SECRET ROOM
When Molly was a little girl eight or ten years old, she was living in
the city with her two sisters who took care of her.
They had no father or mother, and the sisters were clerks in a store,
for they had to support themselves. They lived in one room, high up in
a business block, so as to be near their work, which was indeed in the
very next building.
They had to go to work early in the morning and leave Molly alone.
They had lived in the country, and it was very hard for the child to
be shut up in one room all day, with no one to play with, and only
back windows to look out of.
Once or twice Molly had left the room and wandered into the street,
and the sisters were so afraid she would be lost that finally they
locked the door and took away the key so that she could not get out.
Playing all alone with her dolls became very tiresome after a while,
and looking out of the window was not very exciting; there was nothing
to be seen but back yards of stores where nothing ever happened.
Now Molly noticed that the next building, which was lower than the one
they were in, was a little deeper than theirs, and stuck out a foot or
so beyond it. One of their windows was quite near this roof which was
flat, and Molly often looked longingly at it, wishing she could get
out upon it and be out of doors.
One day when she was very tired and warm, she stood at the window
looking at the tempting roof so near, when suddenly the thought came
to her that she could almost step from the window on to it. This was
an enticing thought, and without thinking of the danger of falling, or
of anything except the longing to get out, she pushed the window as
high as it would go, climbed up on the sill, and holding fast to the
casing inside, thrust one foot carefully out. Oh, joy! she touched the
roof, and with one fearful step was safely on it, though her heart
beat a little hard.
The sun shone brightly, and she was almost too happy to look about to
see her new possessions. The roof was flat, as large as a big room; on
one side was a tall brick chimney and in the middle a queer-looking
structure which she at once went over to examine. It was shaped like a
tent, and all made of windows which she could not see through because
they were of colored glass.
Both sides of this roof-room were tall, brick walls of neighboring
buildings, and in the front a lower one, which was, however, too high
for her to look over. Only the back was open.
It was not a very attractive place, but to Molly it was a new world.
She was a strange child always, full of imagination, and she at once
decided that the brick chimney was a castle in which some children
were shut up, and the window tent looked into a garden where they were
allowed to play.
She resolved to bring her doll out here, and she thought she should
never be lonely again if she could only find a peep-hole in that glass
roof and look down into the garden; so she was always looking for one.
After that day she spent all her time--when it did not rain--on the
delightful roof. She carried her treasures out, her whole family of
dolls with their furniture and things, her sisters keeping her well
supplied so that she should not be lonely. She found a small box which
she could leave out there, and made her a nice seat, and soon she
began to get rosy and happy again, to the great delight of her
sisters.
Every day, as soon as she was left alone, she pushed up the window,
took that fearful step on which, if she had slipped or lost her hold,
she would have been dashed to pieces on the pavement below, and then
spent the day happily with her dolls and toys, making stories for
herself.
It was not long before she found the peep-hole she was always looking
for into the room under the glass tent--for it was a room, and not a
garden, as she hoped. This peep-hole was a small three-cornered piece
of clear glass among the colored, and through it she could see
everything in the room below.
The room was not particularly interesting, but she made up a story
about it as she always did. It seemed to be a gentleman's office, for
an elderly gentleman nearly always sat at a table under the
roof-window and had papers about him.
To him came many callers; sometimes other men, sometimes shop-boys,
now and then a shop-girl on some errand, and once a week a charwoman
who cleaned, and swept, and dusted, and piled the papers neatly up on
the table.
All this was of deepest interest to Molly, who passed hours every day
looking into this room, her only outlook into the world, and making up
stories about the people who came.
Sometimes--not very often--there came a beautiful lady to the room,
who had long talks with the old gentleman, and seemed to be unhappy
about something. She would cry, and appeared to be begging him to do
something which he never did, though he seemed to be sorry for her.
Molly had made up a story about her: that she was the daughter of the
old gentleman and wanted to go to live in the country where there were
trees, and birds, and gardens, and her father always refused to let
her, but kept her shut up in a big brick house in the city.
One day while peering down into the room, Molly saw the beautiful
lady, after much talk, take out of her bag a small leather case and
open it. There was something very glittering inside, which flashed
bright colors as she turned it. Molly was so interested that she could
not take her eyes off her. After a while she gave it to the old
gentleman, who unlocked a drawer in the table, put into it the case
with its wonderful treasure, and then took from the same drawer a
small bag, out of which he counted what Molly thought were bright, new
pennies, such big pennies, too, as the pennies were at that time, so
shining and beautiful that Molly wished she had a handful to play
with. These he gathered up and gave to the lady who put them carefully
into her bag and then went away.
Now for many days the lady did not come again, and Molly saw only the
errand-boys and occasionally a shop-girl, and the men who came to
talk, and always the old gentleman, till one day something else
happened.
The old gentleman was away all day and the charwoman was cleaning the
room. One or two persons came, apparently to see the old gentleman,
and among the rest one of the shop-girls Molly had often seen there.
She talked with the cleaning-woman a few minutes, and then, the work
being done, they went out together.
While Molly still looked, hoping they would come back, she saw a boy
steal in very quietly. She knew him for one she had often seen there;
he seemed to belong to the store below. But he acted very strangely.
He looked all around the room carefully, opened a door at the back,
then locked the door he had come in at.
Then he went to the table--all the time listening and acting as if
afraid. He acted so strangely that Molly was so much interested she
couldn't look away. She wondered what he was going to do. She soon
saw, for he took from his pocket a bunch of keys and began trying them
in the drawer of the table.
He tried several, and at last found one that fitted and he pulled the
drawer open. He tumbled over the things in the drawer, took out the
little bag which had held the bright pennies, put it in his pocket,
and then pulled out the small leather case Molly remembered so well,
and she saw--as he opened it--the same flashing colors she had seen
before. This he hastily closed and slipped into another pocket. Then
snatching his keys, he hurried out of the room, leaving the drawer
open, but shutting the door very quietly.
Meanwhile Molly was breathless with excitement over this new mystery
and could hardly tear herself away from her peep-hole, hoping always
to see what would happen next.
She soon saw unusual things. The next day policemen came to the room,
examined the drawer carefully, looked at doors and windows, as if
seeking something. The old gentleman seemed distressed, and the lady
came and cried and wrung her hands; plainly there was something very
serious the matter.
One evening--not long after this--she heard her sisters talking about
a mysterious robbery that had taken place in the store. The
proprietors of the store had lost money and a valuable piece of
diamond jewelry, and one of the shop-girls had been arrested. She was
the only one who had been in the room that day, it was said by the
charwoman who was first suspected. The sisters were very indignant
over the arrest; they did not believe the girl was guilty.
While listening to this story, Molly understood that her show-room was
the private office of the old gentleman and that she knew who had
stolen the diamonds. But if she told, it would reveal the secret of
her play-room, and she knew her sisters would never let her go there
again.
The lonely child felt that she could not give up her only pleasure; so
she sat listening but saying nothing, till one of her sisters told
about the poor shop-girl, how she was in great distress, and her
mother, who was almost helpless, had come to the store to plead with
the old gentleman.
This was too much for kind-hearted Molly, and on one of her sisters
saying she did not believe the girl stole it, Molly exclaimed, before
she thought:--
"She didn't! the shop-boy took it!"
"How do you know?" demanded her sister in amazement.
"I saw him; I know all about it," said Molly excitedly.
"You saw it?" said her sister. "What do you mean? How could you see
it?"
Surprised as they were, Molly was a truthful child, and she was so
earnest that her sisters could not doubt she did know something,
though they could not imagine how. A little questioning, however,
brought the facts to light, and Molly's long-treasured secret was out.
She showed her sisters how she got on to the roof, and they were
forced to believe her.
After talking it over, they decided it was too serious a matter for
them to manage, and the next morning, asking to see the store manager,
they quietly told him Molly's story.
He poohed at it, said it was impossible; but upon their insisting, he
at last brought them before the old gentleman.
He was struck with their straightforward story, and impossible as it
seemed, was resolved to test it. Molly was sent for and told so
straight a story of the beautiful lady and the shining jewel, of the
bright pennies he gave her, and of other things she had seen, that a
visit was made to the attic room.
Molly took her fearful step on to the roof in an easy way that showed
it was perfectly familiar, followed by the manager, who was a slight
man. She showed him the peep-hole and how she could see everything in
the room below, and he returned in almost speechless amazement.
The next thing was to pick out the boy who had done it, and this Molly
had to do, though she would not have consented except for her pity for
the shop-girl now shut up in jail.
All the boys of the store were made to stand up in line, and Molly was
told to pick out the boy. It did not need her word, however, for the
guilty boy turned red and white, and at last fell at the feet of the
old gentleman and confessed all.
That was a time of triumph for the sisters: first they received--to
their amazement--the five hundred dollars reward which had been
offered, and then they were given better places in the store at much
higher wages, and Molly was adopted by the beautiful lady whose
valuable jewels she had been the means of recovering.
The sisters hated to give Molly up, but seeing the great benefit it
would be for her, they consented. With the money they bought a tiny
home in a country suburb, and came every day to their work on the
cars. There they live nicely now, and Molly often goes to see them.
They have been advanced to fine positions and are prosperous and
happy.
* * * * *
When the story was ended, Kristy drew a long sigh. "That was splendid!
was it true? How I should like to see Molly's play-room."
"Yes, it is true; but you can never see it," said her mother, "for the
next year the store was built up a story or two higher, and the
play-house on the roof was no more."
"There's the lunch bell," said Kristy, "will you tell me some more
after lunch?"
"Dear me, Kristy," said her mother, with a sigh, "you are certainly
incorrigible; don't you _ever_ get tired of stories?"
"Never!" said Kristy emphatically; "I could listen to stories all day
and all night too, I guess."
Mrs. Crawford hesitated; Kristy went on.
"Won't you tell me stories as long as it rains?"
"Well, yes," began Mrs. Crawford, who had noted signs of clearing. But
Kristy interrupted, shouting, "It's a bargain! it's a bargain! you
said yes! Now let's go to lunch; I'm in a hurry to begin the next
story."
"Well," said Mrs. Crawford, when they returned to the sitting-room
after lunch, "if I'm to tell stories all day, you certainly should do
something, too; it isn't fair for me to do all the work."
"I will," said Kristy laughing; "I'll listen."
"Do you call that work?" asked her mother.
"N--o!" said Kristy, thinking a moment. "Well, I'll tell you! I'll get
my knitting;" and she ran out of the room and in a minute or two came
back with some wool and needles with a very little strip of knitting,
all done up in a clean towel. She had set out to knit a
carriage-blanket for a baby she was fond of, but she found it slow
work, for as soon as she became interested in anything else the
knitting was forgotten. Now she took her seat in a low chair and began
to knit. "Now begin," she said, as her mother took up her sewing.
"Did I ever tell you, Kristy, how I learned to knit?"
"No," said Kristy; "I suppose your mother taught you."
"She did not. I was taught by my grandmother, my father's mother, one
winter that I spent with her, when my mother was ill."
"Wasn't your grandmother very queer?" asked Kristy. "Did she look like
that picture in your room?"
"Yes; that's a good likeness, but she wasn't exactly queer. She was a
very fine woman, but she had decided notions about the way girls
should be brought up, and she thought my mother was too easy. So when
she had the whole care of me, she set herself to give me some good,
wholesome training."
"Poor little mamma!" said Kristy. "What did she do? It seems so funny
to think of you as a little girl being trained!"
"Well, it was not at all funny, I assure you. I thought I was terribly
abused, and I used to make plans to run away some night and go home.
But every night I was so sleepy that I put it off till another night;
and indeed I had a bit of common sense left, and realized that I had
no money and did not know the way home, and couldn't walk so far
anyway; though I did run away once"--
"Oh, tell me about that"--cried Kristy, laughing; "you run away! how
funny! tell me!"
"I'll tell you the story of my naughty runaway, but first I must tell
you about my grandmother and why I wanted to run away."