"A PERFECTLY SAVAGE SANTA CLAUS"
Mrs. MacCall put her head into the dining room just as the girls rushed
to the chimney-place to see what the noise within it meant. The
housekeeper asked:
"Did you girls see that little imp, Sam Pinkney? Linda says he came
through the kitchen a while ago, and when he heard you had gone to the
garret he went up the back stairs to find you."
"Sammy Pinkney!" chorused the two smallest Corner House girls.
"Well! it isn't Santa then," added Dot, with immense relief.
"It's that imp, sure enough!" cried Agnes.
And just then a sooty bundle bounced down upon the hearth, to the
unbounded amusement, if not amazement, of the Kenway sisters and Mrs.
MacCall.
Ever since the Kenway girls had come to Milton and the old Corner House,
Sammy Pinkney had been an abundant source of exasperation, amusement,
and wonder to them all--especially to Tess and Dot.
Their coming to the Corner House, and all its attendant adventure and
mystery, is chronicled in the first book of the series, entitled "The
Corner House Girls." The Kenways and Aunt Sarah Maltby had been very
poor in the city where they had lived in a cheap tenement. All they had
for support was a small pension. Aunt Sarah proclaimed always that when
Peter Stower, of Milton, who was her half brother, died, "they would all
be rich enough." But that was only "talk," so Ruth thought.
One day, however, Mr. Howbridge, a lawyer, came to see the orphans. He
had been Uncle Peter's man of business and was now administrator of the
estate, Uncle Peter having died suddenly.
The lawyer told Ruth that he knew Uncle Peter had left a will making the
Kenway girls his heirs-at-law--and leaving a very small legacy indeed to
Aunt Sarah. But Uncle Peter was queer, and at the last had hidden the
will. The lawyer said the Kenways must come and occupy the old Corner
House in Milton until the will was found.
Aunt Sarah came with them of course. She considered herself very badly
used, and acted as though she thought the best of everything in their
new station in life should be hers. The Court made Mr. Howbridge the
girls' guardian, and the four sisters lived a rather precarious
existence at the old Corner House for the first few months, for they
were not at all sure that they were in their rightful place.
Indeed, when "the lady from Ypsilanti" with her little girl came along,
and the lady claimed that she and Lillie were Uncle Peter's rightful
heirs, Ruth took them in and treated them kindly in the absence of Mr.
Howbridge, fearing that the strangers might have a better claim upon the
estate than themselves.
Finally this Mrs. Treble (whom Agnes called "Mrs. Trouble," and her
little girl, "Double Trouble") aroused Aunt Sarah's antagonism. To get
them out of the house the queer old woman showed Ruth where Uncle Peter
Stower had been wont to hide his private papers.
In this secret hiding place was the lost will. It established the rights
of the Corner House girls to the estate and settled them firmly in the
Stower homestead.
In the second volume of the series, "The Corner House Girls at School,"
the girls extended the field of their acquaintance, entered the local
schools, and became the friends, and finally the confidants, of Neale
O'Neil, the boy who had run away away from Twomley & Sorber's Herculean
Circus and Menagerie, to get an education and "be like other boys."
Neale was not the only person the Corner House girls befriended in this
and the third book: "The Corner House Girls Under Canvas." The latter
story relates their adventures at Pleasant Cove, where they went for
their vacation the second summer of their sojourn in the old Corner
House, and during which time they were the means of reuniting Rosa
Wildwood, one of Ruth's schoolmates, to her sister, June, who had been
living with a tribe of Gypsies.
Back again in the fall, and at school, Tess and Dot chance to meet Mrs.
Eland, matron of the Women's and Children's Hospital, an institution
doing excellent work in Milton, but not much appreciated by the
townspeople at large. Tess quite falls in love with Mrs. Eland and is
horrified to learn that the lonely woman is likely to lose her position,
and the hospital to be closed, because of lack of funds.
Without any real idea of what she is accomplishing, Tess Kenway goes
about talking to anybody and everybody of the hospital's need. She
completely stirs up the town regarding the institution.
The schools take the matter up and the Board of Education approves a
plan for the pupils to give a play for the benefit of the Women's and
Children's Hospital. Each member of the Corner House quartette had a
part in the play, and the performances of _The Carnation Countess_ had
but just been given during the fore part of this very Christmas week.
The narrative of these recent occurrences may be found in the fourth
volume of the series, the story immediately preceding this one, called
"The Corner House Girls in a Play." Three thousand dollars was raised
for the hospital, and Mrs. Eland--Tess' "little gray lady"--is assured of
the continuation of her situation as matron.
This fact is particularly happy at this time, for Mrs. Eland's sister,
Miss Pepperill, Tess' school teacher, is ill, and Mrs. Eland is nursing
her back to health. One reason for the decorating of the Corner House
dining room is that the reunited sisters, Mrs. Eland and Miss Pepperill,
have been invited to eat their Christmas dinner with the Corner House
girls.
All this while the sooty bundle was lying on the brick hearth at the
feet of the startled Corner House girls. As it squirmed, and the sooty
dust arose from it, they saw that it was certainly alive.
It wore a long cloak and a hood, now of a sooty red, and trimmed with
what was once white cotton-wool "fur." Leggings of the same material and
trimming covered a pair of stout nether limbs; and upon these legs the
little figure finally scrambled, revealing at last to the Kenway sisters
and to Mrs. MacCall a face as black as any negro's.
"For pity's sake!" exclaimed the housekeeper. "What d' you call that,
anyway?"
"It--it's Sammy," said Tess, boldly.
"If it is Santa Claus," said Ruth, smiling, "it is one that is not
grown."
"It's a perfectly savage one," chuckled Agnes. "This must be a young
Santa Claus in his wild and untamed state."
"He is unfamiliar with the best methods of descending folks' chimneys,
that is sure," Ruth pursued. "I don't think this Santa Claus has learned
his trade yet."
"And--and how black he is!" murmured Dot. "Are--are _all_ Santa Clauses so
black?"
"Aw, you girls make me sick!" growled the much abashed Santa Claus.
"I declare--he talks our language!" cried Agnes.
"Why, of course," said Tess, the literal. "He's in my class at school,
you know."
"You think you are all so smart!" sneered Sammy Pinkney, and that sneer
was something awful to behold. Dot fairly shuddered.
"You wait!" snarled Sammy. "When I run away and get to be a pirate,
I'll--I'll--I'll--"
Sammy's emotion choked him for the moment. Mrs. MacCall sniffed; Ruth
began to speak soothingly; Agnes giggled; Tess looked her disapproval of
the savage young Santa Claus; while Dot, who had caught up the
Alice-doll and squeezed her protectingly to her breast, gasped:
"Oh! Oh! Isn't he dreadful?"
Sammy's sharp ear evidently caught the smallest Corner House girl's
whisper, for he rolled an approving eye in Dot's direction, and finally
finished his fearsome peroration with true piratical savagery:
"I'll come back and I'll make every one of you walk the plank!"
"What ever that may mean," murmured Agnes, quite weak from laughter. But
as Sammy Pinkney started for the door she cried: "Oh, Sammy!"
"Well? What's the matter?" growled the savage young Santa Claus.
"Tell us--do! How did you get in the chimney?" asked Agnes.
"The skylight was open when I followed you girls upstairs, so I got up
on the roof and crawled in at the top of the chimbley. It was all right
coming down, too," said the young rascal, "till I got to the second
story. There was irons in the chimbley for steps; but one was loose and
fell out when I stepped on it. Then I--I slipped."
He stalked out. Dot said ruminatively: "We'd better have that step fixed
before to-morrow night, hadn't we, Ruthie? Before Santa Claus comes, you
know. He might fall and hurt himself."
"Very true, Dottums," declared Agnes, with a quickly serious face. "I'll
speak to Uncle Rufus about it."
But Agnes must have forgotten, or else Uncle Rufus did not attend to the
missing step in the chimney. At least, so Dot supposed when she awoke in
the dark the very next morning and heard something going
"thump-thumpity-thump" down the chimney again.
The smallest Corner House girl was not in the habit of waking up when it
seemed still "the middle of the night," and her small head was quite
confused. She really thought it must be Christmas morning and that good
Kris Kringle has suffered a bad fall.
"Oh-ee! if he's brought Alice-doll her new carriage, it will be all
smashed!" gasped Dot, and she slipped out of bed without disturbing
Tess.
She shrugged on her little bathrobe and put her tiny feet into slippers.
Somebody ought to go to see how bad a fall Santa Claus had--and see if
all his presents were smashed. Dot really had forgotten that there was
still another day before Christmas.
The little girl padded out of her room and along the hall to the front
of the house. Nobody heard her as she descended the front stairs.
Dot came to the foot of the stairs, where a single dim gaslight
flickered. She pushed open the dining room door.
As she did so, there sounded the faint clink, clink, clink of metal
against metal. A spotlight flashed and roved around the room--touching
ceiling and walls and floor in its travels. But it did not reveal her
figure just inside the door.
She saw no good Kris Kringle standing on the hearth, with his bag of
toys. Nothing but a broken brick lay there--probably loosened by Sammy
Pinkney in his course down the chimney-well the previous afternoon.
There was a shadowy figure--she could not see its face--stooping over a
cloth laid upon the floor; and upon that cloth was stacked much of the
choice old silver which Uncle Rufus always packed away so carefully
after using in the locked safe in the butler's pantry.