CHAPTER VII
Making The Lodger Comfortable
"WELL," exclaimed Marjory, when the door had closed behind their pleasant visitor, "isn't this too grand for words! It's just like finding a bush with pennies growing on it, or a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Two and a half a week! That's—let me see. Why! that's seven dollars and a half! We can buy Mr. Black's dinner and have enough money left to live on for a long time afterwards."
"Mercy!" cried Mabel, "we never said a word to her about taking her on approval. We didn't even ask her name."
"Pshaw!" said Jean, "she's all right. She couldn't be disagreeable if she wanted to with that dimple and those sparkles in her eyes; but girls, we've a tremendous lot to do."
"Yes," said Mabel, "if she'd known that the pillows under those ruffled shams were just flour sacks stuffed with excelsior, she wouldn't have thought everything so lovely. Girls, what in the world are we to do for sheets? We haven't even one."
"And blankets," said Marjory.
"And quilts," said Bettie. "That old white spread is every bit of bed-clothes we own. I was so afraid she'd turn the cover down and see that everything else was just pieces of burlaps."
"It's a good thing the mattress is all right," said Marjory, "but there isn't any bottom to the water pitcher and the basin leaks like anything."
"We'll just have to go home," said Jean, "and tell our mothers all about it. We'll have to borrow what we need. We must get a lamp too, and some oil, because there isn't any other way of lighting the house."
The four girls ran first of all to Bettie's house, with their surprising news.
"But, Bettie," said Mrs. Tucker, when her little daughter helped by the other three, had explained the situation, "are you sure she's nice? I'm afraid you've been a little rash."
"Just as nice as can be," assured Bettie.
"Yes," said Dr. Tucker, "I guess it's all right. I know the organ tuner—I used to see him twice a year when we lived in Ohio. His name is Blossom and he's a very fine old fellow. I met his daughter this afternoon when they were examining the church organ and she seemed a pleasant, well educated young woman—I believe he said she taught a kindergarten during the winter. The girls haven't made any mistake this time."
"Then we must make her comfortable," said Mrs. Tucker. "You may take sheets and pillow-cases from the linen closet, Bettie, and you must see that she has everything she needs."
Excited Bettie danced off to the linen closet and the others ran home to tell the good news.
"I've filled a lamp for you, Bettie," said Mrs. Tucker, meeting Bettie, with her arms full of sheets at the bottom of the stairs. "Here's a box of matches, too."
When Bettie was returning with her spoils to Dandelion Cottage she almost bumped into Mabel whom she met at the gate with a pillow under each arm, a folded patchwork quilt balanced unsteadily on her head, and her chubby hands clasped about a big brass lamp.
"The pillows are off my own bed," said Mabel. "Mother wasn't home but she wouldn't care, anyway."
"But can you sleep without them?"
"Oh, I'll take home one of the excelsior ones," said Mabel. "I can sleep on anything."
Jean came in a moment later with a pile of blankets and quilts. She, too, had a lamp, packed carefully in a big basket that hung from her arm. Marjory followed almost at her heels with more bedding, towels, a fourth lamp and two candlesticks.
"Well," laughed Bettie, when all the lamps and candles were placed in a row on the dining-room table, "I guess Miss Blossom will have almost light enough. Here are four big lamps and two candles"
"I've six more candles in my blouse," said Mabel, laughing and fishing them out one at a time. "I thought they'd do for the blue candlesticks Mrs. Crane gave us for the bedroom."
"Isn't it fortunate," said Jean, who was thumping the mattress vigorously, "that we put the best bed in this room? Beds are such hard things to move."
"Ye—es," said Bettie, rather doubtfully, "but I think we'd better tell Miss Blossom not to be surprised if the slats fall out once in a while during the night. You know they always do if you happen to turn over too suddenly."
"We must warn her about the chairs. too," said Marjory. "None of them are really very safe."
"I guess," said Jean, "I'd better bring over the rocking chair from my own room, but I'm afraid she'll just have to grin and bear the slats, because they will fall out in spite of anything I can do."
By seven o'clock the room was really quite comfortable. The washstand, which was really only a wooden box thinly disguised by a muslin curtain gathered across the front and sides, was supplied with a sound basin, a whole pitcher, numerous towels and four kinds of soap—the girls had all thought of soap. They were unable to decide which kind the lodger would like best, so they laid Bettie's clear amber cake of glycerine soap, Jean's scentless white castile, Marjory's square of green cucumber soap and Mabel's highly perfumed oval pink cake, in a rainbow row on the washstand.
The bed, bountifully supplied with coverings—had Dandelion Cottage been suddenly transported to Alaska the lodger would still have had blankets to spare, so generously had her enthusiastic landladies provided—looked very comfortable indeed. At half past seven when the lodger arrived with apologies for being late because the dray-man, who was to move her trunk, had been slow, the cottage, for the first time since the girls had occupied it, was brilliantly lighted.
"We thought," explained Bettie, "that you might feel less frightened in a strange place if you had plenty of light, though we didn't really mean to have so many lamps—we each supposed we were bringing the only one. Anyway, we don't know which one burns best."
"If they should all go out," said Mabel, earnestly, "there are candles and matches on the little shelf above the bed."
When the lodger had been warned about the loose slats and the untrustworthiness of the chairs, the girls said good-night.
"You needn't go on my account," said Miss Blossom. "It's pleasant to have you here—still, I'm not afraid to stay alone. You must always do just as you like about staying, you know; I shouldn't like to think that I was driving you out of this dear little house, for it was nice of you to let me come. I think I was very fortunate in finding a room so near Mrs. Baker's."
"Thank you," said Jean, "but we always have to be home before dark unless we have permission to stay any place."
"I have to go," confided Mabel, "because I was so excited that I forgot to eat my supper."
"So did I," said Marjory, frankly, "and I'm just as hungry as a bear."
"Everybody come home with me," said Jean, "we always have dinner later than you do and the things can't be very cold."