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All the very best of everything was brought out for the occasion. They ate Johnnie cakes from wooden platters and drank black coffee from glasses, Russian fashion. Later they sang songs and told stories around the camp fire. Never did people commingle so agreeably as the caravanners and the motorists. Somehow Sunrise Camp and Alberdina Schoenbachler faded into the dim recesses of their memories.
Promptly at nine o'clock Saturday morning the "Comet" might have been seen crawling down the side of the mountain with Billie at the wheel. Dr. Hume sat beside her and Elinor and Ben were in the back seat. It was with something of a holiday feeling that they went forth to meet Alberdina, the new maid, whose presence was becoming a pressing necessity.
"Answer me this instant," she said, "and speak the truth. You boiled those clothes with a red silk handkerchief?" Alberdina broke down and wept copiously. "I knew not about dos red," she exclaimed. "But when you saw the clothes were turning red, why didn't you take them off the fire?" asked Billie. "I did nod see." "Not see? And why not, pray?" demanded Miss Campbell.
The other Motor Maids sat on a divan whispering together, and Miss Campbell, calm as was her wont in the presence of danger, paced up and down the room, examining the bolts of the heavy shutters. Alberdina, with her little iron bound trunk beside her, sat grumbling in a corner. "Is it for thees I haf gome?" she murmured. "I to New Yorg return to-morrow. They will keel me already yet."
Sometimes, with a curious, startled gaze, he turns his eyes toward his daughter, seated in the circle with the young people. While we have been taking this leisurely view of our friends, Alberdina has approached, smiling broadly over a great tray of cakes and ginger ale. Mrs. Lupo is hovering in the background. "It was that skirt of the young lady's that brought me really back to my senses," Mrs.
There is a clothes boiler, and goodness knows the things need it, and a good bleaching afterwards in the sun. They are as yellow as gold." When Alberdina, the new German-Swiss maid, had alighted from the train with her absurd little iron-bound trunk, about as big as a bread basket, Billie had felt no misgivings.
But Alberdina would not be silenced. Perhaps somewhere in the remote history of her ancestors there had been a warrior who had ranged the German forests dressed in the skins of wild beasts, his helmet decorated with a pair of fierce upstanding horns.
I'm glad I took your advice and brought it along now, and we'll just show these people that Phoebe is not a poor ragged mountain girl." "Take anything of mine you want," said Nancy generously. "Phoebe's taller than I am, but she can wear my 'undies, I suppose." "I think I have plenty," replied Billie, "that is, if Alberdina Schoenbachler ever gets through ironing the pink wash."
Except for cooking meals, we expect to take life easy from now on." And so, right gladly, they had carried Alberdina Schoenbachler over the twenty-five miles of mountain road and established her in Sunrise Camp. "I think she is the very person we needed, Cousin Helen," Billie said. "Not accomplished, you know, or trained in any way, but good enough for camping.
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