Two Little Women and Treasure House
TWO LITTLE WOMEN
AND TREASURE HOUSE
TWO LITTLE WOMEN
AND TREASURE HOUSE
Author of The Patty Books, The Marjorie Books,
Two Little Women Series, etc.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
E. C. CASWELL
DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY
By DODD MEAD AND COMPANY, INC.
|I||All Their Own||1|
|II||A Joke at School||15|
|III||An Afternoon Call||28|
|IV||The High School Dance||41|
|VI||Such a Luncheon!||69|
|VII||Funny Uncle Jim||83|
|VIII||A Strange Intruder||96|
|IX||Fairies and Such||110|
|X||Fortunes for All||124|
|XI||The Fire Spirit||137|
|XII||Mad and Measles||150|
|XIII||The Feast That Failed||163|
|XV||Dolly and Bernice||190|
|XVI||Brothers and Fudge||202|
|XVIII||Bert and the Bargain||228|
|XX||The Carnival Queen||255|
|“All right,” Dolly blazed back, “if she doesn’t go, I don’t!” (Page 111)||Frontispiece|
|“I’m putting my highbrow books up top”||66|
|“I’ll make you popular,—I will honest!”||192|
|“I know all about your bargain with my sister”||234|
TWO LITTLE WOMEN
AND TREASURE HOUSE
ALL THEIR OWN!
“Oh, two rooms!”
“Oh, a fireplace!”
“Oh, a window-seat!”
These exclamations fell swiftly and explosivelyfrom the lips of Dotty Rose and Dolly Fayre, as theyleaned over the table at which Mr. Rose was drawingplans.
And such plans! And for such a purpose!Why, the whole project was nothing more nor lessthan a house, a real little house for those two fortunategirls! All their own, with fireplaces and window-seatsand goodness knows what all delightfulcontrivances.
It had come about because of the fact that thegirls had to study pretty hard, now that they werein High School, and both found difficulty in findingjust the right place to study. Dolly declared thatTrudy was always having company, and the laughterand chatter was so permeating, she couldn’t find aplace in the house to get out of hearing the noise.While Dotty said little Genie was always carryingon with her young playmates, or else Mother andAunt Clara were having Sewing Society or something,and she never could be quiet in the library.The girls, of course, had their own bedrooms, butboth mothers objected, on hygienic grounds, to usingthose for sitting-rooms.
So Mr. Rose had cooked up a most fascinatingscheme, and after a discussion with Mr. Fayre, heelucidated it to the girls. It seemed Mr. Fayre fullyapproved of it, and was quite willing to pay his shareof the expense, but he was too busy to look after thedetails of building, and begged Mr. Rose to attendto all that.
Mr. Rose, who was cashier of the Berwick Bank,had plenty of leisure time, and, moreover, had a tastefor architecture, so the plans were in process ofdrafting. As the house was to be exceedingly simple,he felt he could plan it all himself, and thus savethe expense of an architect.
“You see,” he said to his interested audience, “itis really nothing but a summer house, only it isenclosed, so as to be—”
“A winter-house!” interrupted Dotty. “Oh,Daddy, it is too perfectly scrumptiousiferous! Idon’t see how I can live through such joy!”
Dolly’s blue eyes sparkled, but her pleasure wastoo deep for words, and she expressed it in longdrawn sighs, and occasional Oh’s!
“Say twenty feet by fifteen for the whole house,”Mr. Rose said, musingly. “Then divide that inhalves. Thus we have a front room, a sort of livingroom, ten by fifteen. Quite big enough, for in additionwe can have a deep window-seat at each end.”
“Where we can curl up in to study!” cried Dotty.“Oh, Dollyrinda, did you ever dream anything soperfect?”
“I never did! And what is in the other room, Mr.Rose?”
“Well, a sort of dining-room, say ten by ten of it,and that will leave a neat little five by ten for a bitof a kitchenette.”
“Ooh—eeh—I can’t take it all in! A kitchenette!Where we can make fudge and cook messes—oh,Dad-dy!” Dotty threw her arms around herfather’s neck, and in her great gratitude, Dolly didtoo.
“Well, of course, the dining-room isn’t exactlyfor an eating room exclusively, but I know you willenjoy having little teas there with your friends, ortaffy pulls or whatever the fad is nowadays.”
“Oh, indeed we can,” said Dolly; “we can all gothere after skating and have hot chocolate and sandwiches!Maybe it won’t be fun!”
“But it is primarily for study,” warned Mr. Rose.“I don’t think though, you two bookworms will neglectyour lessons.”
He was right, for both Dolly and Dotty werestudious, and now, being in the High School, theywere most anxious to make good records. Theystudied diligently every evening, and though Dottylearned her lessons more quickly, Dolly rememberedhers better. But both were fond of fun and frolic,and they foresaw wonderful opportunities in the newhouse.
“Oh, a piazza!” squealed Dotty, as under herfather’s clever fingers a wide piazza showed on thepaper.
“Yes, of course; this will be a summer house also,you know, and a piazza is a necessity. Perhaps inthe winter it can be enclosed with glass. All suchdetails must come later. First we must get the proportionsand the main plan. And here it is, in anutshell. Or, rather, in a rectangle. Just half isthe living-room, and the other half is two-thirds dining-roomand one-third kitchen. The kitchen includeskitchenette and pantry.”
“What is a kitchenette, exactly?” asked Dolly.
“Only what its name implies,” returned Mr. Rose,smiling. “Just a little kitchen. There will be a gasstove,—no, I think it would be better for you tohave it all electric. Then you can have an electricoven and toaster and chafing-dish, and any such contraptionsyou want. How’s that?”
“Too good to be true!” and Dolly sighed in deepcontentment. “How long will it take to build it?”
“Not long, if I can get the workmen to go rightat it, and I hope I can. Now, suppose we plan theliving-room, which is, of course, the study.”
“Let’s call it the Study,” said Dolly. “Soundssort of wise and grown-up.”
“Very well. Here then, in the Study, supposewe have the door right in the middle of the frontwall, and opening on the front veranda. Then asmall window each side of the door, and a big squarebay, with cushioned seat, at each end of the room.”
“Glorious!” and Dolly danced about on one foot.“Then we can each have one of them to study in,every afternoon after school.”
“With a blazing wood fire—where’s the fireplace,Daddy?”
“Here, opposite the entrance door. Then yousee, one chimney in the middle of the house, will providefor a fireplace in each room. I’m not sure thiswill give you heat enough. If not, you must dependon gas logs. We can’t be bothered with a furnaceof any sort. Perhaps in the very coldest weatheryou can’t inhabit your castle.”
“Oh, that won’t matter,” and Dolly’s good-naturedface smiled brightly; “if we have it most ofthe time, we’ll willingly study somewhere else on extracold days. And at one side of the fireplace, the doorthrough to the dining-room—oh, yes, I see.”
“Right, my child. And on the other side of thefireplace, in the Study, a set of built-in bookshelves,and in the dining-room, a built-in glass closet.”
“But we haven’t any glass!” and Dotty lookedamazed at the idea.
“Well, I dare say the mothers of you will scoutaround and give you some old junk from the attics.I know of a gorgeous dish you can have.” Mr.Rose’s eyes twinkled, and Dotty broke into laughter:“I know! you mean ‘The Eyesore’!”
This was a hideous affair that some one had sentMrs. Rose as a Christmas Gift, and the family hadlong since relegated it to the oblivion of a dark cupboard.“No, thank you!” Dot went on, “I’drather have things from the ten-cent store.”
“They have some awfully nice things there,” suggestedDolly, “and I know Mother has a lot of oddsand ends we can have. Oh, when the house is built,it will be lots of fun to furnish it. Trudy will makeus lovely table-covers and things like that. And wecan have paper napkins for our spreads.”
“And Aunt Clara says she will make all the curtains,—whateversort we want.”
“That’s lovely of her! I know we’ll have lots ofthings given to us, and we’ll find lots of things aroundour homes—and the rest we’ll do ourselves.”
“Yes, and Thomas will bring wood for us, andtake away the ashes. We must have enormous wood-basketsor wood-boxes. Oh, it’s just like furnishinga real house! What loads of fun we’ll have!”
“Then, in the kitchen,” Mr. Rose went on, drawingas he spoke, “we’ll have a tiny sink, all nice whiteenamel, and a wall-cupboard for your dish-towelsand soap and such things. Also a sort of a small—avery small—kitchen cabinet for your pepper andsalt, with a place underneath for pans and kettles.”
“You think a lot about the kitchen, Daddy. I believeyou expect to come there sometimes to join ourfeasts.”
“I certainly shall, if I’m invited. Then, you see,the dining-room can have a deep window, and if youdon’t care for a window-seat there, how about awindow-box of bright flowers?”
“I don’t know about that, Mr. Rose,” demurredDolly. “If the house isn’t always warm, the poorposies would freeze, wouldn’t they?”
“Right you are, Dollykins. Cut out the growingplants, then, and have now and then a vase or bowlof flowers on the table. Now, let me see. An electriclight over the table in the dining-room, andperhaps a side light or two. Then in the Study, areading light for each, and one or two pretty fixturesbeside.”
“Why, will we use it so much at night, Mr.Rose?”
“If you choose to. And anyway, in the wintertime, you’ll need lights by five o’clock, or on darkdays, even earlier.”
“That’s so; how thoughtful you are. I s’posesome days we won’t go in the house at all, and otherswe’ll be there all the afternoon and all the evening.”
“And all Saturdays,” said Dotty; “we’ll alwaysspend Saturdays there, and we can make things forthe house or make our Christmas presents, or makefudge and have the girls and boys come over—”
“Or just sit by the fire and read,” interruptedDolly.
“Oh, you old kitten! You’d rather lie by the fireand purr than do anything at all!”
“Well, then I’ll do that. We’re