by Keineth(Lit)
again and again. His face had suddenly lost its tired look!
"Why, we've found a little gem!" Peggy heard him mutter. Then to
Keineth: "What did you say your name was?" Keineth repeated it and the
manager wrote it down with Mr. Lee's address. He took the sheets of
music, rolled them, and put them in a drawer and locked it.
"We will consider it and let you know in a few weeks," he said. Then he
shook hands with Keineth and Peggy. "And if you write anything more,
please bring it to us."
"Oh, Peg, wouldn't it be grand if I could sell lots?" cried Keineth
later, in an ecstasy of ambition.
"If I wasn't on the street I'd whoop," and Peggy squeezed her friend's
arm. "Why, Ken--maybe you'll be a master!"
"And remember, don't tell a soul, Peg! Honor bright, cross your heart!"
"Honor bright, cross my heart!" Peggy promised.
CHAPTER XVIII
CHRISTMAS
"Christmas isn't half as much fun after you don't believe in Santa
Claus." Peggy heaved a mighty sigh as she worked her needle in and out
of the handkerchief she was hemstitching. "How old were you, Keineth,
when you found there wasn't a Santa Claus?"
Keineth did not answer for a moment. Her shining eyes had a far-away
look. She did not know what to say to make Peggy understand that, as
far back as she could remember, the beloved Santa and the Christmas
Spirit and her Daddy had always seemed to be one and the same person.
Always on Christmas morning her father had come to her bed, helped her
hurry on her slippers and robe and had carried her on his back down the
long stairway to the shadowy library where, on a table close to the
fireplace, a-twinkle with tiny candles and bright with tinsel, they
would find the tree he had trimmed. She could not bear to speak of it
Instead she told Peggy of the way she and her father always spent
Christmas Eve; how he would take her to a funny little restaurant where
they would eat roast pig and little Christmas cakes and then go to the
stores and wander along looking into the gaily-trimmed windows.
"You see there are ever and ever so many children near our home that
never have any Christmas, and we used to wait for some to come and look
into the window. Then Daddy'd invite them to go inside and pick out a
toy. They'd be frightened at first, as if they couldn't believe it, but
after they'd see Daddy smile they'd look so happy and talk so fast.
Daddy always told them to pick out what they'd always wanted and never
had, and the boys most always took engines and the girls wanted
dolls--dolls with eyes that'd shut and open. Daddy and I used to think
that was more fun than getting presents ourselves."
Mrs. Lee had listened with much interest. Her face, as she bent it over
her needle-work, was serious.
"If I told you girlies of a family I ran across the other day, would
you like to help make their Christmas a little merrier?" They begged
her to tell them.
Though Mrs. Lee never lacked time for the many demands of her family
and friends, she was a woman who went about among the poor a great
deal. Not like Aunt Josephine, who was the president of several
charitable societies and sent her yellow car about the poorer parts of
New York that Kingston might bestow for her deserving aid in places
where she herself could not go--Mrs. Lee worked quietly, going herself
into the homes of the sick and needy and carrying with her, besides
warm clothing and food, the comfort and cheer that she gave to her own
dear ones. No one could know just how much she did, because she rarely
spoke of it.
"These people live in a tenement down near the river. The father was
crippled in an explosion several years ago and the mother has to work
to support her family. There are seven children--the oldest is fifteen.
What do you think they do at Christmas--and they love Christmas just
the way you do! They take turns having presents! And one of them has
been very, very ill this fall, so Tim, whose turn it really is this
year, is going to give up his Christmas for Mary. Isn't that fine in
Tim? Think of waiting for your turn out of seven and then giving it
up."
Peggy threw down her work. "Oh, Mother, can't we make up a jolly basket
for them all like we did for the Finnegans two years ago? And put in
something extra for Tim because he's so--so fine?"
"That's just what I wanted you to say," and Mrs. Lee smiled at her
little girl. "Make out a list of what you want to put in the basket and
then when you get your Christmas money you can go shopping."
"Oh, what fun it will be to take the basket there! How old are the
children, Mother?"
Peggy brought pencils and paper. The work was laid aside and the
children commenced to make the list of things for the basket. Alice and
Billy were consulted and agreed eagerly to their plans, Billy deciding
that he would take the money he had been saving for a new tool set and
with it buy a moving-picture machine for Tim.
Keineth had dreaded Christmas coming without her daddy. But there was
so much to do and think about that she had no time to be unhappy. There
was much shopping to do and the stores were so exciting. Mrs. Lee had
given her the same amount of spending money that Peggy had received and
she and Peggy went together to purchase the things for the basket,
besides other mysterious packages to be hidden away until Christmas
morning. Then one evening there was a family council to decide just
what they would do on Christmas.
"We always do this," whispered Peggy to Keineth as they sat close
together, "and then we always do just what Alice wants us to do, 'cause
she's the baby."
And Alice begged them all to hang up their stockings and to have a
tree, if it was just a teeny, weeny one!
"We'll do it," Mr. Lee agreed, as if there had been a moment's doubt of
it.
"I suppose we'll go on hanging up our stockings after we're doddering
old grandparents," Mrs. Lee had laughed, though there was a suspicion
of tears in her eyes.
"Mother and Daddy just spend all their time making everything jolly for
us children," Peggy said afterwards. The children were sitting around
the table, their school-books before them. "I just wish we could do
something that'd be an awful nice surprise for them." She stared
thoughtfully at the blank paper before her on which a map ought to be.
"Let's do something on Christmas that they won't know about," suggested
Alice.
"What?" put in Billy.
"Janet Clark's cousins have charades Christmas night."
"Oh, charades are stupid!" Billy hated guessing.
Peggy's pencil was going around in tiny circles. She was thinking very
hard. Suddenly she sprang to her feet.
"I know! Ken, let's write a play!"
"A play!" cried the others.
"Yes. I've got it all in my head, now. Barb will help us when she comes
home. You know Mother is going to invite Aunt Cora and Uncle Tom
Jenkins and the Pennys over for dinner Christmas night; we'll surprise
them with the play. Marian and Ted and the Penny girls can be in it!
Oh, I've always wanted to act! Won't it be _fun!"_
Peggy's enthusiasm won instant support from the others. Because Peggy
and Keineth had recently attended a matinee performance of "The
Midsummer Night's Dream," sitting in a box and wearing the new pink
dresses, Billy and Alice conceded that they knew more about plays and
must manage this. There were hours and hours then spent behind locked
doors and Mrs. Lee could hear shrieks of laughter with Peggy's voice
rising sternly above it. Now and then she caught glimpses of flying
figures draped in pink and white, but because it was Christmas-time and
the air full of mystery, she pretended to hear and see nothing.
Barbara returned four days before Christmas, very much of a young lady.
Though her manner toward the younger children was at first a little
patronizing, after a few hours at home it quickly gave way to the
old-time comradeship. As soon as she could Peggy dragged her to her
room and read to her the lines of the play which she and Keineth had
scribbled on countless sheets of paper. Barbara promised to help. To
guard the secret the last rehearsals were held at Marian Jenkins',
under Barbara's coaching; and Billy and Ted Jenkins printed the
programs on Ted's printing press. "Oh, it's going to be the best part
of Christmas," Keineth cried delightedly.
But it was not quite the best, for on Christmas morning, after the
children had returned from taking their basket to Tim and his family,
Keineth found a cablegram from her Daddy, wishing her a merry, merry
Christmas!
Somehow, after that, it seemed as if her joy was complete!
The gifts that the Lee children had found in their stockings had been
very simple; beside them the elaborate presents that had come in a box
from Aunt Josephine seemed vulgar and showy, although Barbara had cried
out in delight at her bracelet. To Keineth and Peggy she had sent tiny
wrist watches, circled with turquoise.
"Much too lovely for children like you," had been Mrs. Lee's comment.
While Mrs. Lee was helping Nora prepare the dinner the children put the
finishing touches to their costumes and with much whispering arranged
the stage for the play. The little tree around which the play must be
acted had been put at one end of the long living-room; the door close
to it on the right, leading into the hall, would serve as a stage
entrance. The only property needed was a rock, and by covering it with
a strip of gray awning, the piano stool would look very real.
At six o'clock Aunt Cora and Uncle Tom, Marian and Ted arrived; a
little later all the Pennys. Eighteen sat down at the table that
creaked with the good things Mrs. Lee and Nora had prepared. Everyone
talked at once. Keineth, looking down the length of the room, decked
with the holly the children had fastened over doors and windows,
thought that nowhere could Christmas be merrier than right there at the
Lees! And what helped make the merriment was the comforting thought
that Tim and his family were eating a Christmas dinner, too!
At eight o'clock Peggy stole quietly to her mother.
"May we children go up to the playroom, Mummy? It'd be more fun there,"
she whispered. Mrs. Lee nodded.
The playroom was really a part of the attic, partitioned off and
lighted. Here the children donned the cheesecloth costumes they had
made. There was a great deal of laughter; Peggy was giving orders to
everyone at once! Barbara sat on a trunk pinning wings to fairies'
shoulders. And at the last moment Marian brought out some real make-up
stuff she had borrowed!
Then Billy, in a clown's robe made out of an old pair of night-drawers
and a great deal of paper, went downstairs to give out the programs.
"Oh, do I look like a real actress?" whispered Peggy to Keineth, wildly
pulling at her tinsel crown.
"Just beautiful!" Keineth whispered back. "But oh, I'm so scared! I
know I won't remember a _single_ line!"
CHAPTER XIX
WHEN THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT WORKED OVERTIME
Peals of laughter greeted Billy's appearance in the living-room. Then
everyone read the programs he gave them.
"The rascals!" cried Mr. Lee, genuinely surprised.
"Look at this," whispered Mrs. Lee, pointing to the program.
For at its top was printed in large letters:
WHEN THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT WORKED OVERTIME
BY
PEGGY LEE AND KEINETH RANDOLPH
And the rest of the program read:
The Time of the Play:
Christmas night after the children are supposed to have gone to bed, a
little ill from their Christmas candies, and when the grownfolks have
gathered together to talk over the day and declare that it's the best
Christmas the children have ever had.
The Place:
The living-room at home. And if possible the room should be darkened,
except for the lights on the tree, but if this is not convenient it
doesn't matter in the least, for the Christmas Spirit is not afraid to
walk into the most brightly-lighted room!
The Persons who are in the Play:
The Christmas Spirit Peggy Lee
The Christmas Fairies:
Happyheart Keineth Randolph
Peace Marian Jenkins
Goodwill Sally Penny
Merrylips Fanny Penny
Joy Anne Penny
Spirit of Childhood Alice Lee
Jesters {William Lee, Jr.
{Edward Jenkins
"I recognize Barbara's hand assisting," laughed Mr. Lee, as he read
through the program.
"Sh--h!" The chatter suddenly ceased. Barbara pressed a button that
shut off all the lights excepting the twinkling bulbs on the tree. In
another room the children sang "Silent Night." As the last sweet note
died away, Peggy, in gauzy white with tinsel crown and wings, came
slowly into the room. She sank down upon the rock. The play had begun.
_Spirit_ (yawns): Goodness me, how tired I am! (Yawns again.) It seems
as if there are more children every Christmas. I think after to-night
I'll go to bed for a whole year! (Lifts her head suddenly and looks at
the tree.) Why, there are no presents on the tree! It must be a party
of grownfolks! (Sighs.) I do feel so sorry for grownfolks! They always
have to pretend they're having a Christmas. (Springs to her feet.)
Perhaps they're here now. (Looks intently at audience.) Yes--they are!
I can always tell when grownfolks are around, because I have to work so
much harder with them. I must call my fairies. (Spirit steps toward
door, puts her hand cup-shape to her mouth.)
Come, oh Christmas fairies all,
Answer to the Spirit's call!
(As she calls the fairies Happyheart, Merrylips, Goodwill, and Peace
dance into the room, curtsey low to the Spirit and group themselves
about her.)
_Spirit_(holds out welcoming hands): Ah, fairies, what a wonderful day
this has been! Did you fill the stockings, Happyheart?
_Happyheart:_ I've filled a million stockings!
_Spirit:_ Splendid! And you, Merrylips?
_Merrylips
_: I've trimmed a million trees--small ones and big ones!
_Spirit:_ Didn't you love it? They smell so good! How went the day with
you, Goodwill?
_Goodwill:_ Oh, I've carried baskets of food until I am sure there was
not a hungry person in the whole wide world! _Spirit:_ Tell us, Peace,
of your work to-day!
_Peace:_ I have gone about since early morning putting songs in
people's hearts!
_Spirit:_ You worked well! I have heard the music all day long!
_Merrylips_ (yawns): We're terribly tired!
_Spirit_ (sternly): Hush! Fairies must never be tired when there is
work to do! See, I have found a tree! It has these pretty lights but
there are no presents!
_Happyheart:_ Who's tree can it be?
_Spirit_: It is a tree for some grownfolks! You see the children all
over the land must have been put to bed a long time ago.
_Peace_ (nods her head): Grownfolks generally do stay up late Christmas
night!
_Happyheart:_ They get very sad wishing they were children again!
_Merrylips:_ Christmas is very hard on them, poor things!
_Spirit:_ The men talk about spending so much money and the women sit
up late nights stitching and stitching and complaining that they will
not give anything but cards another Christmas.