Chapter XIX Bobby’s Grandfather
And now let’s be glad,
While everything’s bright.
Days that are sunny
Are shadowed by night.
That evening there was considerable news to tell mother when she came from town, and she both laughed and lectured them a little over the baby episode. After the children told her what Bobby had said about his grandfather losing money, they asked anxiously, “Oh mother, did he lose anything of ours?”
For the first time in a long while the two straight worry lines came back between mother’s eyes, and the children immediately climbed in her lap to kiss them away.
“I can’t tell yet, dearest ones,” she said after a while. “I have been very foolish to leave so much of our money in one bank, I am afraid, but I had such faith, too much, perhaps, and I fear—”
It was very comforting to have their dear warm cheeks against her own, and courage, almost vanquished during this trying day, came back. After awhile she laughed with them again, and told them stories until bedtime, promising them also that Joe’s sister would be sent to the Home as soon as she was able.
The next morning, however, the lines came back, and the children, seeing them, resolved that they would write Bobby’s grandfather a letter.
“If there’s anything I’m glad of, it’s that I know how to write,” said Ethelwyn. “It was very hard to learn.”
They went up-stairs to the nursery where their own small desks were and taking some of their beloved Kate Green a way paper with pictures of quaint little children on it, after much trouble, ink, and many sheets of paper, as well as consultations with Bobby and Nan, they finished and posted a very small envelope to Bobby’s grandfather, whose address they obtained from Bobby.
Bobby’s grandfather, on coming down the next morning to the bank, found this communication among the official-looking matter on the desk. The picture in the corner of the envelope was surrounded by these words:
“Little Fanny wears a hat,
Like her ancient granny;
Tommy’s hoop was—think of that—
Given him by Fanny.”
The poke-bonneted pair with Tommy and his hoop looked curiously out of place among their official surroundings.
The lines of worry were thickly sown in the banker’s face, and as there were no round, rosy-cheeked children in his silent home to kiss them away, they stayed and grew deeper each day. He half smiled, however, as he picked up the Greenaway envelope and curiously broke the seal. This is what he read:
“DEAR BOBBY’S GRANDFATHER,
“We live next door to Bobby, who is quite often a nice boy, though he wishes us to say always, and we are sorry to learn that you are losing change money, for your sake, and for fear you’ll go on and lose ours, Grandmother Van Stark’s and the Home’s. Ours doesn’t matter so much as the others, for we have $9.00 left of our birthday money, and it’s lasted so long that it will prob’ly go on lasting, specially if we forget it, or unless we buy more babies, which we shan’t do now because of not being able; but dear grandmother without money would be awful, and the Home not to have money for the poor little city children that are sick would be awful, too. Please, please don’t lose that, and we will pray for you and love you hard all the days of our life. Amen.
“As there is no more paper in our boxes on account of spoiling so much we will say good-bye.
“ETHELWYN, BETH, NAN, and BOBBY.
“P.S.—The first one she wrote it.
“P.S.—My mother said because she had faith in you was why you have our money, and so have we.”
When the banker had finished this somewhat remarkable epistle, of which the children had been so proud, there were tears in his eyes, although his mouth was smiling, and the lines of worry did not seem so deep nor so stern.
He pushed his other mail aside unread, and sat for a long time thinking. Presently he called for his stenographer, and dictated telegram after telegram, the import of which made that impassive person start and glance up in amazement several times. Then, seizing a sheet of paper, the banker started to write a letter for himself.
“DEAR CHILDREN, (it began)
“Do not worry. I shall not lose one penny of yours, nor Grandmother Van Stark’s, nor the blessed Home’s, nor any one’s, I hope, but my own, and not enough of that to hurt; at any rate, I shall still have enough, I think, to buy a railroad ticket to Bobby’s house. So tell him that I wish he’d tell his mother to have a good supper to-morrow night, and you children must plan it and all come and eat with me.
“Yours, with love,
“BOBBY’S GRANDFATHER.
“P.S.—Be sure to have plenty of candy for supper.”
The excitement and the joy that this letter produced were something startling. Away went the worry lines from Mrs. Rayburn’s dear face, and back came the laughter the children loved. In Bobby’s house they planned a most wonderful menu of fried chicken, candy, cake, and ice cream. Mandy baked spice cakes at Nan’s and Bobby’s special request, and nobody thought anything whatever about indigestion or after effects; for where everybody laughs and is happy, there is no need to fear indigestion.
The children went to the station to meet the guest, and, when the train came in, greeted him with shouts of welcome, and, proudly surrounding him, marched down the street like a royal procession.
There would not be words enough to describe the feast that followed at Bobby’s house. All the children wished to sit next to his grandfather, so that he had to change places at every course (all of which had candy interludes) and thus that mighty matter was accomplished to the entire satisfaction of the children.
And after supper Bobby’s grandfather played games with them and soon lost his worry lines, probably on the floor where he was playing horse or bear. No one picked them up, so it isn’t positively known where he lost them. When Ethelwyn and Beth suddenly bethought themselves that they were to go with their mother to the Home the next day, to take Joe’s sister there, it was at once decided that Bobby and Nan should go too, for one beautiful outing before school should begin.
“And we will need it,” said Bobby, with a deep sigh over the arduous educational duties before him.
Then Bobby’s grandfather brought out some curious knobby-looking bundles from his valise, and while the children shut their eyes, he hid the packages and then turned the children loose to find them. There was a great outfit of Kate Greenaway writing paper for Ethelwyn; a black doll-baby apiece for Beth and Nan; and a watch with a leather fob and jockey cap attachments for his namesake, Bobby. There were also a book and a game for each one. While they were playing with their gifts, Mrs. Rayburn and Bobby’s grandfather talked apart, and it was a happy talk, as Ethelwyn and Beth could see when they came up to where they were sitting.
When at last it was time to say good-night, Ethelwyn and Beth had a surprise for Bobby’s grandfather. It was four silver dollars. “Two of our dollars are gone to help take Joe’s sister to the Home,” Beth explained, “but this is for you on account of your losing the change money. It’s from us all, instead of good-bye presents we were going to get for Nan and Bobby. They said they’d rather.”
Bobby’s grandfather hesitated just a little and was about to make a gesture of refusal, when, seeing their mother shake her head, he kissed the children’s red cheeks and said, with a shake in his voice, “You dear children, I’ll keep these and your letter, as long as I live, so as not to forget your faith in me.”