Part 12 (1/2)
”They do indeed,” agreed Mrs. Cosgrove. ”Have you heard from your folks?”
”Yes, I had a letter to-day,” answered Rose truthfully. ”They are getting along splendidly, and father says he thinks he will soon have a good place for me.”
”That's fine. We are glad to have you with us, Rose, but with your own folks will be better, when things get all nicely fixed up.”
”Yes,” put in Molly. ”When you go off to take your own place now, Rose, you will understand American ways much better than you did when you came. And wherever you go, I am going to send word ahead to the Girl Scouts so that you may join at once and keep up your training. Our own troop is going to organize to-morrow night. We are going to call ourselves the Venture Troop, as we will be the first troop yet formed in a manufacturing plant.”
”Then the Franklin's will be organized before the True Treds take in the mill girls of Flosston?” queried Rose.
”They also meet this week to initiate a group of a dozen girls from Fluffdown. These are to be scattered in two troops and they will try the plan of putting the strangers in with the girls who have had scout experience. You see, we have no troop at all in Franklin, and I am ambitious to have the first formed of our own girls exclusively. They are very enthusiastic.”
”I will be sorry if I have to go away,” Rose murmured, and her eyes darkened into violet tones with deeper emotion.
”And I can't tell you how I shall miss you if you do have to go,”
spoke Molly. ”But you are not gone yet. At least you will be made a troop leader before you go from Franklin. Then, in your new surroundings you will be able to a.s.sist others to do what you have seen done here.”
”I never knew how much girls could help girls until I saw the scouts at that meeting the other night,” said Rose, a note of sadness in her subdued voice. ”If only I had such a chance before --before--”
”No regrets. Remember all our trials bring compensations. For instance, if you had not made the mistake of leaving home that night, you would never, perhaps, have met the Cosgroves,” and she smiled happily in an attempt to cheer the drooping spirits of the girl sitting opposite, who had not touched her cake or even sipped her tea.
”Yet I did not do it. My mistake was not the--the real clue,” Rose managed to say, her hold on useful English betraying its uncertain foundation. ”It was your mother's good nature, not my mistake,”
she clarified.
”I'll accept the honors. Drink your tea and take your cake. It is not much of a compliment to turn aside from the cake I gave up the home lecture this afternoon to bake for you two. Marty is gone out of town on business, and won't be back for three days, and our big officer wants pie, and scorns cake. So you see it is the plain duty of you two to eat this,” and Mrs. Cosgrove helped herself to a real sample of the iced pyramid.
”I cannot help thinking of that girl who ran off with the crippled children's money,” Molly reverted to the earlier conversation. ”I don't believe she was a girl scout at all,” she declared emphatically.
”But the paper said she was,” Rose spoke, fearing her voice would shake her into a full confession of her own conspiracy to s.h.i.+eld Tessie.
”Oh, no, it did not state she was a scout,” Molly corrected, ”the paragraph read she claimed to be. There is a great difference.”
”Well, it is very queer our own good officer,” meaning Jim Cosgrove, ”never found trace of that girl. She must have covered her tracks in some unusual way,” declared Mrs. Cosgrove, ”for Jim is not one to be easily fooled. So Rose, if you are not going out I am sure you will be glad to help with the tea things. Molly, I pressed your waist when I had the irons for Marty's neckties, so I treated you as well.”
”Momsey, you are perfect in your plans. Never use an iron for one without applying it to the other. And I will be joyous in my fresh blouse. Rose, please put a tag on my piece of cake, I'll enjoy that end when I come in. I have only a little time to get ready now, as I must make out a programme for our preliminary drill.
I'll tell you all about it, Rose. Take a walk when you finish helping mother. You don't get any too much air, you know,” and Molly hummed her newest waltz song as she capered around in preparation for the evening's activities. Molly was always jolly, if not singing she would be ”chirping” as her brother Martin termed the queer sort of lispy whistle she indulged in, and even while dressing, it was a practice of hers to vary the operations with home-made jazz.
During all this Rose was making up her mind to go straight out in the big world and find Tessie Wartliz. She did not know just how she would set about it, but her mind was made up on the one important point, namely, that the finding must be undertaken and at once. Rose could no longer stand the misery of secrecy concerning the lost scout pin. Every headline in a paper glared out at her as if threatening to expose her guilty knowledge. Every letter she received through the busy little post-office sent a frightened chill over her delicate form, and now she felt certain her benefactors, the Cosgrove family, must know she had heard from the runaway girl, and they were too generous to ask a single question concerning the matter. They trusted her, and she must deceive them!
”I will have to say that mother has sent for me,” she decided after a bitter hour alone in her room, ”and when I find Tessie----”
She paused. She was baffled! What would she do if she did find Tessie?
CHAPTER XII
TESSIE
Again our scene s.h.i.+fts, and, as in the screen play, that retrospective distant picture brings one back to an earlier vision, so from the distance we now see the runaway, Tessie.