CHAPTER II

KEINETH DECIDES

Keineth waited what seemed to her hours; then retraced her steps to the

house and walked very quietly into the hall. Daddy heard the door close

behind her and called to her from the study. He was sitting at his

desk, tapping the pad before him with the point of a pencil Aunt

Josephine sat on the old horse-hair sofa, looking very excited, and

Tante, a pile of books still clasped in her arm and a smudge of dust

across her straight features, stood near the window.

"I think it's high time you used a little sense in the way you bring up

that child, John. You'll ruin her!"

Keineth's father smiled across at Keineth as much as to say: "Never

mind, dear," but he listened gravely as his sister went on:

"I think it's the best thing that could happen--Madame Henri going away

and you called on this trip--"

"Wait a moment, Josephine; Keineth does not know yet--"

"Daddy!" cried the child, running to him.

"Just a moment, dear," he whispered, as he drew her between his knees

and laid his cheek against her hair.

Aunt Josephine looked very much in earnest. Keineth could not remember

a time when she had seemed more concerned over hers and Daddy's

welfare!

"Now I can take Keineth with me until July. Then when I go on that

yachting cruise she can go to some camp in the mountains--there are

ever so many good ones. And next fall I can put her into a school.

She's too old to go on living as you are living."

Now the world had turned upside down! Keineth pressed suddenly close to

her father. He tightened the clasp of her arm.

"Wait a moment, sister. We have two or three days to talk this over. I

must get Madame Henri safely started and then Keineth and I will make

our plans." As he said this he squeezed the child's hand. "You're

awfully good to offer to take my little girl and I know you'd try your

best to make her happy." He stepped toward the door. Aunt Josephine

rose, too.

"Well, you'd better follow my advice," she said crisply. She almost

always concluded their interviews in this manner when they had to do

with Daddy's household. This time she stopped on her way to the door to

place her hands on Keineth's shoulders and let her eyes sweep Keineth's

little face.

"I'd make an up-to-date child of her, John. She's got her mother's eyes

but the Randolph features. With a little grooming she'd make a beauty.

And the first thing I'd do would be to put a decent frock on her!"

Keineth knew that Aunt Josephine meant to be kind but, hurt at her

criticism, she drew away from her aunt's clasp. As her aunt and father

went out she looked down wonderingly at the simple blue serge she wore.

Tante had always had her dresses made at a little shop on lower Fifth

Avenue and Keineth had always thought them very nice.

Madame Henri, muttering to herself, went out of the room. Keineth stood

very still until her father came back. He shut the door and went to his

desk. She ran to him and hid her face on his shoulder.

"Daddy--are you--going away?"

"Yes, child--I must."

"For all summer? For all winter?"

"Yes, dear. I think it may be a year."

"Daddy--" began Keineth, then stopped short to hide her face. Father

must not see her cry!

"I'll make a little picture for you, dear. This country of ours is like

a great big house. It's like all the homes all over the United States

put into one. And it must be tended just as we'd tend our own little

home--it must be kept in repair. It must be kept clean and have pretty

spots, just like Madame Henri's geraniums! And it must be guarded, too,

from those who would break in and steal what belongs in the home--or

tear it down and make a ruin of it! And it must know its neighbors and

work with them to keep everything peaceful and tidy about the whole

street of nations! Don't you remember how I had to argue with Signora

Ferocci to make her clean up her back alley?"

They both laughed together over the recollection of their efforts to

persuade their next-door neighbor of the joys of cleanliness!

"Every person, big and small, should do his part toward the

home-keeping of this big land of ours. And I have been asked to do a

service. Soldiers can't do it all, my dear--only a very small part of

it! There are a great many others--men like myself--who are going out

over the world to work for the Stars and Stripes. And when I have been

asked to go on a mission for our country that is very important, even

though it takes me very far and keeps me away a very long time, I am

sure my loyal little American girl will be the first to bid me go!"

Keineth's eyes were quite dry now and were very bright. She sat up very

straight. She had entirely forgotten herself.

"Will you wear a uniform, Daddy?"

"Oh, dear me, no--my work is not of that sort, In fact, I must go about

in the quietest manner possible. I cannot even tell my little girl

where I am going."

"You mean it's a secret?" the child cried.

"Yes, until I return. I must ask you to tell no one that I have gone

for the government. We may fail--the newspapers must not know yet.

Everyone must think I am simply travelling."

Keineth was silent and perplexed. It did not occur to her to ask her

father why she could not go with him. He had often gone away before and

she had always stayed in the old house with Tante. But it had never

been for a whole year!

Suddenly she cried out: "I'll be very brave, but--oh, Daddy!"

He laughed, although he held her very close.

"Do you think, my dear, I would go away until I felt very certain that

you were going to be happy? I'm not sure how well you'd like it at Aunt

Josephine's--it would be very different. Still--you'd have that French

maid of hers for a nurse and go out with her and Fido for his walk and

ride in the yellow motor and have all kinds of frilled dresses and

feathered hats--" He was imitating Aunt Josephine's voice in a very

funny manner that made Keineth laugh.

Keineth thought very quickly of all the things she loved to do that she

knew Aunt Josephine would not allow her to do, but she did not want to

speak of them, for it might make her Daddy unhappy. Her father went on,

more seriously:

"But I have another plan. I will tell you about It and you may choose

between that and Aunt Josephine's." (Keineth suddenly felt very grown

up.) "Coming up from Washington I ran into Mr. William Lee, an old

friend of mine--a man I knew in college. I used to think the world of

him. I hadn't seen him for fifteen years! He lives in the western part

of the state. I knew Mrs. Lee, too,--she was a friend of your mother's

and they were very fond of one another. We talked for a long time over

old times. He showed me kodak pictures of his children--he has four. Do

you know what I thought when I looked at them?"

"What, Daddy?"

"That I was cheating my little girl out of a great deal that every

child has a right to--the pure joy of giving. When I looked at those

youngsters of his--husky, bare-armed, round-cheeked children, I knew

they were getting a lot of happiness you'd never know in this little

corner of ours--the kind of happiness you can only have when you are

young." Keineth was puzzled. "What do you mean, Daddy?"

"Oh, running, jumping, swimming--tennis--baseball! Why, the knowing

other children well--even the quarrelling," he stopped, frowning. "I

had it all when I was little and here I am cheating you. Aunt Josephine

is right when she says I'm not fair to you--but I don't think you'd get

it even with her!"

"But I don't know anything about all those things, Daddy."

"That's just it! You can learn, though. I told Mr. Lee that I had to go

away, and about you, and he asked me if I wouldn't let you go to them

for the year. They have a summer home on the shore of Lake Erie and

almost live out-of-doors. I said no at first--it seemed too much to ask

of them, but he persisted and wouldn't take no for an answer. He is

coming here to-night to talk it over. I think now--it might be the

thing to do. Mrs. Lee loved your mother very, very dearly, and I know

would be very good to you."

He gently lifted her down from off his knee, which meant that he had

work to do and that Keineth must leave the room. She sought out Tante

upstairs. The good woman had closed her last box and was dressed ready

to start on her long trip, although the boat would not leave until the

next day. She was knitting, so Keineth took a book and sat near the

window pretending to read. Her eyes wandered off the page and her poor

little mind was busy at work trying to decide which she would dislike

the least--living with Aunt Josephine and walking with Fido and the

French maid and going to a strange camp and a strange school, or going

off to a strange place and living among strange people and playing

strange games! She wanted dreadfully to cry, but Tante was so quiet and

so miserable, and Daddy was so serious that she could not add in any

way to what seemed to trouble them.

So--although Francesca, the little Italian singer, was skipping rope on

the pavement below the window, and a robin was calling lustily to its

mate in a nearby horse-chestnut tree, and a vender was peddling his

wares down the street in a voice that sounded like a slow-pealing bell,

poor Keineth felt as if she could never be really happy again! That

night Daddy and Keineth went uptown for dinner. In one of the hotels

they met Mr. Lee. Keineth's heart was pounding with dread beneath her

neat serge dress and she was almost afraid to look at the man. But when

he took her hand in his and spoke in a kindly voice, she ventured a

timid glance and saw a big man, taller and heavier than her father,

with a jolly smile and eyes that laughed from under their shaggy

eyebrows. Then she felt that she liked him--and the more because he had

such an affectionate way of laying his hand on her father's shoulder.

While they talked together Mr. Lee watched her very closely. Once he

said to her father:

"My wife will love the little girl--she is so like her mother!" There

had been a long silence then, and Keineth had seen the look in her

father's eyes that meant his thoughts were back in the past. Later Mr.

Lee had added: "Why, John--you won't know the child after a summer with

us--those cheeks will all be roses and her little body plump. And how

the kiddies will love her!"

Keineth had been shown the kodak pictures and had studied them closely.

The very big girl was Barbara, who was seventeen. The boy was Billy,

aged fourteen. Peggy was Keineth's age--twelve, and the little one,

Alice, was eight. They all wore middy blouses in the picture and Peggy

and Alice were barefooted. Keineth thought, as she looked at their

laughing faces, that they were very unlike any children she had ever

seen anywhere.

They took Mr. Lee to their home. Keineth played on the piano for

them--not her own fairy things, but a simple little piece she had

learned with much precision from Madame Henri. Then she and Tante went

upstairs. Daddy had whispered to her as she kissed him good-night:

"You must decide yourself, dear!"

Keineth had thought that when she was quite alone in her bedroom she

would cry, for then it would disturb no one and she really had a great

deal to cry about. But Madame Henri lingered a long time by her bed,

standing close to it with a very white face. Finally she knelt beside

it and laid her cheek against Keineth's hands. Keineth felt hot tears

which surprised her, for she did not know that Tante knew how to cry.

Then Tante began to pray--a queer sort of prayer, all broken: "Oh, God,

oh, God, keep this little girl safe from the things that hurt! Keep all

the little ones! Why should they suffer? Where is your mercy?" Then she

said a great deal in French so fast that Keineth could not understand

her and finally, sobbing violently, she rushed out of the room, leaving

Keineth very disturbed. She thought that poor Tante must love her very

much and she supposed the prayer was for the little children in Europe

who were starving, as well as for her--Keineth Randolph! Madame Henri's

good heart so moved her that she jumped out of bed to kneel beside it

and add what she had forgotten in her concern over herself!

"God bless dear, dear Tante and keep her safe!"

Then, feeling very excited, Keineth went to sleep without crying and

dreamed of running barefooted with Peggy through fields all white with

daisies, while in the distance at a fence like the rail fences in

pictures, stood Aunt Josephine's awful French maid with Fido under her

arm, screaming at her in French.

So vivid seemed the dream that it awakened Keineth. She listened for a

moment. She could hear the click of her father's typewriter. She

pressed the button that lighted her bed lamp, found her slippers and

stole noiselessly downstairs. Never in her whole life had she disturbed

her Daddy when he was writing, but now she did not even rap--she pushed

the door open and ran to him.

"Daddy, Daddy--" she cried as though still pursued by the screaming

French maid. "Please--I'd rather go to the Lee's!"

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