SADIE PAGE
But the finding of a satisfactory
home for the boy proved to be no easy task. At
the end of the two weeks Laura was still carrying on
the quest. When she told Jim that he was to stay
with her another week the look in his eyes brought
the tears into hers. For the first time she dared
to put her arms about him and hold him close, and
Jim stayed there, his head on her shoulder, trying
his best to swallow the lump in his throat. When
he lifted his head he said in a shaky voice, “G gee!
But I’m glad!”
“Not a bit gladder than I am,
Jim,” Laura said, “and now we must have
a bit of a celebration to-night. Father is dining
out, so we’ll have supper up in the nursery
and we’ll invite somebody. Who shall it
be?”
She thought he would say Jo Barton,
but instead he said, “Olga.”
“Olga?” she repeated doubtfully.
“I’m not at all sure that she will come,
but I’ll ask her. I’ll write a note
now and send it to the place where she works.”
Jim gave a little happy skip.
He ignored his lameness so absolutely that often Laura
too almost forgot it. “I guess she’ll
come,” he said in the singing voice he used
when he was especially pleased.
Olga was just starting for home when
the note reached her. She scowled as she read.
“Dear Olga: Jim wants you
to come to supper with us just with him
and me to-night at 6:30. I shall be
very glad if you will, for, aside from the pleasure
of having you with us, I want to talk over with
you something that concerns Elizabeth. Please
don’t fail us.
“Yours
faithfully,
“Laura
E. Haven.”
Olga read the note twice, her eyes
lingering on the words “something that concerns
Elizabeth.” But for those words she would
have refused the invitation, but she had not seen
Elizabeth for some time, and did not know whether
she was sick or well. She did not want to go to
supper with Miss Laura and Jim. Jim was well
enough her face softened a little as she
thought of him, but she did not want to see him to-night.
If there was something to be done for Elizabeth, however Reluctantly
she turned towards Wyoming Avenue.
Jim was watching for her at the window
and ran to open the door before the servant could
get there.
“I knew you’d come!”
he crowed, flashing a smile up into her sombre face.
“I told Miss Laura you would.”
“What made you so sure, Jim?” she asked
curiously.
“O ’cause. I knew
you would. I wanted you hard, and when
you want things hard they come sometimes,”
Jim said, the triumph dropping out of his voice with
the last word.
Jim did most of the talking during
supper, Laura throwing in a word now and then, and
leaving Olga to speak or be silent, as she chose.
She wondered what it was in Olga that attracted the
boy, for he seemed quite at ease with her, taking
it for granted that she liked to be there and was
interested in what interested him; and although Olga
was so silent and grave, there was a friendly light
in her eyes when she looked at Jim, and she did not
push him away when he leaned on her knee and once
even against her shoulder, as the three of them gathered
about the fire after supper. But when he had
gone to bed, Olga began at once.
“Miss Laura, what about Elizabeth?”
“You told me,” Miss Laura
returned, “that you thought Sadie had something
to do with her absence from the Council meetings.”
Olga’s face hardened. “I’m
sure of it. She’s a hateful little cat that
Sadie. I’m sure she is determined that Elizabeth
shall not come here unless she comes too.”
“I wonder why the child is so
eager to come,” Miss Laura said thoughtfully.
“Oh!” Olga flung out impatiently.
“She’s bewitched over the Camp Fire dresses,
and headbands, and all the other toggery, and she likes
to be with older girls. She’s just set
her heart on being a Camp Fire Girl and she’s
determined that if she can’t be, Elizabeth shan’t
be either that’s all there is about
it.”
“Then perhaps we’d better admit her.”
Olga stared in amazement and wrath. “Into
our Camp Fire?”
Miss Laura nodded.
“But we don’t want her,
a hateful little snake in the grass like that!”
the girl flung out angrily. “If you knew
the way she treats Elizabeth like the dirt
under her feet!”
“I know. Her face shows what she is,”
Laura admitted.
“Well do you want a girl like that
in your Camp Fire?”
“Yes,” Laura’s voice
was very low and gentle, “yes, I want any kind
of girl that the Camp Fire can help.”
“The other girls won’t want her,”
Olga declared.
“They want Elizabeth, and you
think they cannot have her without having Sadie.”
Olga sat staring into the fire, her
black brows meeting in a moody scowl.
“Olga, what is the Camp Fire for?” Laura
asked presently.
“For? Why ” Olga
paused, a new thought dawning in her dark eyes.
Laura answered as if she had spoken
it. “Yes, the Camp Fire is to help any
girl in any way possible. Not only to help weak
girls to grow strong, and timid girls to grow brave,
and helpless girls to become useful, and lonely girls
to find friends and social opportunities it
is for all these things, but for more much
more besides. It is to show selfish, narrow-minded
girls like that poor little Sadie the
beauty of unselfishness and generosity and thoughtful
kindness to others. Don’t you see that
we have no right to refuse to give Sadie her chance
just because she doesn’t know any better than
to be disagreeable?”
Again Olga was silent, and the clock
had ticked away full ten minutes before Laura spoke
again. “You want Elizabeth to come to our
meetings?”
“It’s the only pleasure
she has in the world coming to them,”
Olga returned.
“I know, and I want her to come
just as much as you do,” Miss Laura said, “but
I think you are the only one who can bring it about.”
“How can I?”
“There is a way I
think but it will be a very unpleasant one
for you. It will call for a large patience, and
perseverance, and determination.”
Olga, searching Miss Laura’s
face, cried out, “You mean Sadie!”
“Yes, I mean Sadie. Olga,
do you care enough for Elizabeth to do this very hard
thing for her? You did so much for her at the
Camp! It was you who put hope and courage and
will-power into her and helped her to find health.
But she still needs you, and she needs what the Camp
Fire can give her. She cannot have either, it
seems, unless we take Sadie too, and Sadie needs what
the Camp Fire can give quite as much in
a different way as Elizabeth did or does.
Olga, are you willing for Elizabeth’s sake to
do your utmost for Sadie so that the other
girls will take her in? They wouldn’t do
it as she is now, you know.”
Olga pondered over that and Laura
left her to her own thoughts. This thing meant
much to the lives of three girls this one
of the three must not be hurried. But she studied
the dark face, reading there some of the conflicting
thoughts passing through the girl’s mind.
After a long time Olga threw back her head and spoke.
“I shall hate it, but I’ll do it.”
Laura shook her head doubtfully.
“Sadie is keen sharp. If you
hate her she will know it, and you’ll make no
headway with her.”
“I know.” Olga gave
a rueful little laugh. “She’s sharp
as needles that’s the one good thing
about her. I shall have to start with that and
not pretend anything. It wouldn’t
be any use. I shall tell her plainly that I’ll
help her get into our Camp Fire on condition that
she treats Elizabeth as she ought and gets her out
to our meetings. I’ll make a square bargain
with her. Maybe she won’t agree, but I think
she will, and if she agrees, I think she’ll do
her part.”
Laura drew a long breath of relief.
“I am so glad, Olga glad for Elizabeth
and for Sadie both,” and in her heart she added,
“and for you too, Olga O, for you
too!”
So the very next evening Olga stood
again at the door which Sadie had slammed in her face,
and as before it was Sadie who answered her ring.
“You can’t see Elizabeth,”
she began with a flirt, but Olga said quietly,
“I came to see you this time.”
“I don’t believe it,” Sadie flung
back at her.
“I want to talk with you,”
Olga persisted. “Can you walk a little way
with me?”
Sadie’s small black eyes seemed
to bore like gimlets into the eyes of the other girl,
but curiosity got the better of suspicion after a minute
and saying, “Well, wait till I get my things,
then,” she left Olga on the steps till she returned
with her coat and hat on.
“Now, what is it?” she
demanded as the two walked down the street.
“Do you want to be a Camp Fire Girl?”
Olga began.
“What if I do?” Sadie returned suspiciously.
“You can be if you like.”
“In your Camp Fire the Busy Corner
one?”
“Yes.”
“How can I? You said I couldn’t before.”
“There wasn’t any vacancy
then, but one of our girls has gone to Baltimore,
so there is a chance for some one in her place.”
Sadie’s breath came quickly,
and the suspicion and sharpness had dropped out of
her voice as she asked eagerly, “Will Miss Laura
let me join truly?”
“Yes ”
“Yes what?” Sadie demanded,
the sharpness again in evidence.
Olga faced her steadily. “Sadie,
I’m going to put it to you straight, for if
you join, you’ve got to understand exactly how
it is.”
“I know,” Sadie broke
out angrily, “you’re just letting me in
so’s to get ’Lizabeth. You can’t
fool me, Olga Priest.”
“I know it, and I’m not
trying to,” Olga answered quietly. “Now
listen to me, Sadie. I wouldn’t have
let you join only, as you say, to get Elizabeth.
But Miss Laura wants you for yourself too.”
“’D she say so?” Sadie demanded
eagerly.
“Yes, she said so.”
Again Olga looked straight into the sharp little suspicious
face of the younger girl. “Sadie, you’re
no fool. I wonder if you’ve grit enough
to listen to some very plain facts things
that you won’t like to hear. Because you’ve
got to understand and do your part, or else you’ll
get no pleasure of our Camp Fire if you do join.
Are you game, Sadie Page?”
The eyes of the two met in a long
look and neither wavered. Finally Sadie said
sulkily, “Yes, I’m game. Of course,
it’s something hateful, but go ahead.
I’m listening.”
“No, it isn’t hateful at
least, I don’t mean it so,” and actually
Olga was astonished to find now that she no longer
hated this girl. “I’m just trying
to do the best I can for you. Of course, if you
come in, Elizabeth, too, must come to all the meetings;
but I’ll help you, Sadie, just as I helped her,
to win honours, and I’ll teach you to do the
craft work, and to meet the Fire Maker’s tests
later. I’ll do everything I can for you,
Sadie.”
“Will you show me how to make
the Camp Fire dress and the bead headbands and all
that?” Sadie demanded breathlessly.
“Yes all that.”
“O, goody!” Sadie gave
a little gleeful skip. “I know I can learn I
know I can better’n ’Lizabeth.”
Then, seeing Olga’s frown, Sadie
added hastily, “But ’Lizabeth can learn
to do some of them, I guess, too.”
“Elizabeth can learn if she
has half a chance,” Olga said. “She
works so hard at home that she is too tired to learn
other things quickly.”
Sadie shot an angry glance at the
other girl’s face, but she managed with an effort
to hold back the sharp words she plainly longed to
fling out. She was silent a moment, then she
asked, “You said ’things that I wouldn’t
like.’ What are they?”
“Sadie did you know
that you can be extremely disagreeable without half
trying?” Olga asked very quietly.
“I d’know what you mean.”
Sadie’s face darkened, and her voice was sulky
and defiant.
“I wonder if you really don’t,”
Olga said, looking at her thoughtfully. “But
it’s true, Sadie. You have hateful little
ways of speaking and doing things. They’re
only habits you can break yourself of them,
and quick and bright as you are, you’ll find
that the girls our Camp Fire Girls will
like you and take you right in as soon as you do drop
those ugly nagging ways. You know, Sadie, you
can’t ever be really happy yourself until you
try to make other people happy ”
Suddenly realising what she was saying,
Olga stopped short. Sadie’s eyes saw the
change in her face, and Sadie’s sharp voice demanded
instantly, “What’s the matter?”
Olga answered with a frankness that
surprised herself, no less than the younger girl,
“Sadie, it just came to me that you and I are
in the same box. I’ve not been trying to
make others happy any more than you have ”
“No,” Sadie broke in,
“I was going to tell you that soon as I got a
chance.”
Olga’s lips twisted in a wry
smile as she went on, “ so you see
you and I both have something to do in ourselves.
Maybe we can help each other? What do you say?
Shall we watch and help each other? I’ll
remind you when you snap and snarl, and you ”
“I’ll remind you when
you sulk and glower,” Sadie retorted in impish
glee. “Maybe we can work it that
way.”
“All right, it’s a bargain
then?” Olga held out her hand and Sadie’s
thin nervous fingers clasped it promptly. The
child’s cheeks were flushed and her small black
eyes were shining.
“I can learn fast if I want
to,” she boasted. “I’m going
to make me a silver bracelet like Miss Laura’s
and a pin; and I’ll have lovely embroidery on
my Camp Fire dress. I love pretty things
like those don’t you?”
Olga shook her head. “No,
I don’t care for them,” she returned; but
as she spoke there flashed into her mind some words
Mrs. Royall had spoken at one of the Council meetings “Seek
beauty in everything appreciate it, create
it, for yourself and for others.” Sadie
was seeking beauty, even though for her it meant as
yet merely personal adornment, and she Olga deep
down in her heart had been cherishing a scorn for all
such beauty. She put the thought aside for future
consideration as she said, “Then, Sadie, you
and Elizabeth will be at Miss Laura’s next Saturday?”
“I rather guess we will!” Sadie
answered emphatically.
“You don’t have to ask your mother about
it?”
Sadie gave a scornful little flirt.
“Mother! She always does what I want.
We’ll be there.” And then, with a
burst of generosity, she added, “You can see
Elizabeth, for a minute, if you want to now.”
But again Olga shook her head.
“Tell her I’ll stop for her and you Saturday,”
she said. “Good-bye, Sadie.”
“Good-bye,” Sadie echoed,
turning towards her own door; but the next minute
she was clutching eagerly at Olga’s sleeve.
“Say tell Miss Laura to be sure and
have my silver ring ready for me as soon’s I
join,” she cried. “You won’t
forget, Olga?”
“I won’t forget,” Olga assured her.