Part 7 (1/2)
”Well, no, not just that, but a poor child Dad found lost,” she compromised.
”Lost, eh! And Chief of Police Mrs. Cosgrove rescued the lost chee-il-dd--as usual! Mom, you're a great cop, and I hear Molly is following in your fair footsteps!”
”Stop your nonsense, Marty, and be off to bed. It's awful late!
There's your fresh s.h.i.+rt for the morning. Take it along with you.”
”Thanks, Mom, and you have the c.h.i.n.k beat in his line, too,”
giving the freshly ironed cambric s.h.i.+rt an approving pat. ”Tell Molly to go easy out at Flosston. Those True Tred Girl Scouts are a pretty lively little bunch from what I hear.”
”What do you mean?” asked the mother. ”What did you hear about Flosston?”
”Oh, just heard the boys talking. Nothing very much, but some girls ran away, not scouts, mill girls, mill detectives on their trail, and the Girl Scouts went on a hike and la.s.soed some poor guy by mistake. Oh, you know a lot of stuff like that, everybody hears and no one knows the real sense of. Only I thought Molly, just taking up with the Flosston work, ought to keep both eyes open, and wear good sensible shoes. Night, Mom!” and he kissed her very fondly. Mrs. Cosgrove indulged in two special brands of real pride--her boy and her girl!
CHAPTER VII
TENDERFOOT ADVENTURES
The ends of this story are winding out like the strings of a Maypole, and just like those pretty dancing streamers, do the story lines all swing from the pole of the Girl Scout activities.
The Flosston rally was held for the purpose of planning a broader program, and as told by Lieutenant Cosgrove, the arrangements there were made to afford the mill girls a chance to enjoy the meetings, and to partic.i.p.ate generally in the regular members.h.i.+p.
These plans had already thrown their influence over an entire chain of the big factories of Eastern Pennsylvania.
Most of the plants employed one or two women welfare workers in their ranks, following the campaign waged by progressive women in the interests of better conditions among women wage-earners. This qualification pertained to girls as well as adults.
So it was that young Molly Cosgrove, an a.s.sistant welfare worker, would be allowed to go from one mill to another in carrying out the new movement of Girl Scouts for mill workers between the ages of sixteen and twenty-two years. No girl under sixteen was supposed to be at work in mills, and if any such was found she must have been listed at the required minimum, sixteen.
The sensational news of two girls having run away from the Fluffdown mills was now quickly making its way through Flosston and near-by communities. The Wartliz family had done its part in spreading the scandal, while the Brodix people said little, wagged their heads and grieved sincerely, for their Dagmar was a cherished daughter, and her loss had sadly strained the humble home circle.
The fact that Miss Cosgrove had arrived at Fluffdown and talked with Mrs. Brodix was known only to those workers directly at that particular bench, and they quickly surmised the welfare worker was making inquiries about Dagmar.
Instead, she had brought to the alarmed mother the news of her daughter's safety and secretly a plan had been made, whereby this little black-eyed woman would soon come out to Franklin on an evening, to see Dagmar, now known as Rose, and so make sure that the kind offices of the new found friends would be thoroughly understood, and likewise agreed to by Mrs. Brodix.
Not even the talkative Kate Jordan, who worked next to Mrs. Brodix and kept her eyes and ears attentive during Molly Cosgrove's visit to the afflicted mill hand, guessed any of this, while the escape of Tessie Wartliz, from the very grasp of Officer Cosgrove, remained a secret with those who directly encountered the business end of that experience.
Meanwhile the girls of True Tred were radiant with the prospect of their work--that of a.s.sisting the mill girls and actually taking part in real Americanization. To the younger girls, especially Cleo, Grace and Madaline, the plan opened a field of exciting adventure, for they had never been allowed to visit the mills, and were not encouraged to make acquaintance among the workers.
”Now,” said Cleo, when the three Tenderfoots got together after school was dismissed, ”we will have as much real fun with live girls as we have ever seen played out in the pictures. Some mill girls do the queerest things, talk so funny, you can scarcely understand them, and they act--well, just like a play. Florence Hayden says so, she helped with their Christmas Sunday School entertainment last year.”
”Oh, well,” demurred Madaline more kindly, ”they never went to our schools. Some of them went to the Town Hall night school, but they only met their friends there and never got a chance to learn our ways.”
”You're a real good little home missionary, Madie,” commented Grace, ”and I'll vote for you when the mill committees are made up, only,” and she puckered her pretty mouth into a rosette intended to express deep scorn, ”of course we're too young, and we are only in the Tenderfoot Cla.s.s.”
”I suppose Margaret will be picked,” said Cleo, ”she is fifteen and first cla.s.s and has had a merit badge.”
”But she lost it,” Grace reminded the trio.
”And is going to get another from headquarters, Captain Clark said so.”