Part 7 (1/2)

”Why, no, Tess--is that so?” he said, staring at her. ”What for?”

”Because there is no money to pay Mrs. Eland. And now she won't have any home.”

”Mrs. Eland?”

”The matron, you know. And she's such a nice lady,” pursued Tess. ”She taught me the sovereigns of England.”

Mr. Stetson might have laughed. He was frequently vastly amused by the queer sayings and doings of the two youngest Corner House girls, as he often told his wife and Myra. But on this occasion Tess was so serious that to laugh at her would have hurt her feelings. Mr. Stetson expressed his regret regarding the calamity which had overtaken Mrs. Eland and the hospital. He had never thought of the inst.i.tution before, and said to his wife that he supposed they ”might spare a trifle toward such a good cause.”

Tess carried her tale of woe into another part of the town when she and Dot went with their dolls to call on Mrs. Kranz and Maria Maroni, on Meadow Street, where the Stower tenement property was located.

”Did you know about the Women's and Children's Hospital being shut up, Mrs. Kranz?” Tess asked that huge woman, who kept the neatest and cleanest of delicatessen and grocery stores possible. ”And Mrs. Eland can't stay there.”

”Ach! you dond't tell me!” exclaimed the German woman. ”Ist dodt so? And vor vy do dey close de hospital yedt? Aind't it a goot vun?”

”I think it must be a very good one,” Tess said soberly, ”for Mrs. Eland is an awfully nice lady, and she is the matron. She taught me the sovereigns of England. I'll recite them for you.” This she proceeded to do.

”Very goot! very goot!” announced Mrs. Kranz. ”Maria can't say that yedt.”

Maria Maroni, the very pretty Italian girl (she was about Agnes' age) who helped Mrs. Kranz in the store, laughed good-naturedly. ”I guess I knew them once,” she said. ”But I have forgotten. I never like any history but 'Merican history, and that of Italy.”

”Ach! you foreigners are all alike,” Mrs. Kranz protested, considering herself a bred-in-the-bone American, having lived in the country so long.

Although she was scolding her brisk and pretty little a.s.sistant most of the time, she really loved Maria Maroni very dearly. Maria's mother and father--with their fast growing family--lived in the cellar of the same building in which was Mrs. Kranz's shop. Joe Maroni, as was shown by the home-made sign at the cellar door, sold

ISE COLE WOOD VGERTABLS

and was a smiling, voluble Italian, in a velveteen suit and cap, with gold rings in his ears, who never set his bright, black eyes upon one of the Corner House girls but he immediately filled a basket with his choicest fruit as a gift for ”da leetla padrona,” as he called Ruth Kenway. He had an offering ready for Tess and Dot to take home when they reappeared from Mrs. Kranz's back parlor.

”Oh, thank you, Mr. Maroni,” Tess said, while Dot allowed one of the smaller Maronis to hold the Alice-doll for a blissful minute. ”I know Ruthie will be delighted.”

”Si! si! _dee_-lighted!” exclaimed Joe, showing all his very white teeth under his brigand's mustache. ”The leetla T'eressa ees seek?”

”Oh, no, Mr. Maroni!” denied Tess, with a sigh. ”I am very well. But I feel very bad in my mind. They are going to close the Women's and Children's Hospital and my friend, Mrs. Eland, who is the matron, will have no place to go.”

Joe looked a little puzzled, for although Maria and some of her brothers and sisters went to school, their father did not understand or speak English very well. Tess patiently explained about the good work the hospital did and why Mrs. Eland was in danger of losing her position.

”Too bad-a! si! si!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the sympathetic Italian. ”We mak-a da good mon' now. We geev somet'ing to da hospital for da poor leetla children--_si! si!_”

”Oh, will you, Mr. Maroni?” cried Tess. ”Ruth says there ought to be a fund started for the hospital. I'll tell her you'll give to it.”

”Sure! you tell-a leetla padrona. Joe geeve--sure!”

”Oh, Dot! we can int'rest lots of folks--just as Ruth said,” Tess declared, as the two little girls wended their way homeward. ”We'll talk to everybody we know about the hospital and Mrs. Eland.”

To this end Tess even opened the subject with Uncle Rufus' daughter, Petunia Blossom, who chanced to be at the old Corner House when Tess and Dot arrived, delivering the clothes which she washed each week for the Kenways.

Petunia Blossom was an immensely fat negress--and most awfully black.

Uncle Rufus often said: ”How come Pechunia so brack is de mysteriest mystery dat evah was. She done favah none o' ma folkses, nor her mammy's. She harks back t' some ol' antsistah dat was suttenly mighty brack--yaas'm!”

”I dunno as I kin spar' anyt'ing fo' dis hospital, honey,” Petunia said, seriously, when Tess broached the subject. ”It's a-costin' me a lot t'