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Updated: May 18, 2025
Olga Cedarstrom had been longer than any in Mr. Day's employ. Often, when they were without a girl, Janice had spent her Saturday holiday trying to clean house and set things to rights, and when daddy had come home from the bank he had donned a kitchen apron and helped. The house was by no means kept as it had been when Mrs. Day was alive.
"But if she is our Olga " "This woman here is stubborn. She will probably tell us nothing more about her friend. And she said flatly that the name was not Cedarstrom." "Oh, dear!" sighed Janice, "it is too, too bad." "It is too bad that the trail seems lost. I will try to see Mr. Johnson himself. We will make sure that the girl was not the one we are after.
"The awkward thing!" exclaimed Anna, the cook. "She's just this minute left." "What is her name, Anna?" asked Stella, knowing that Janice was deeply interested. "I don't know, Miss. Some outlandish Swedish name." "Olga?" "Humph! Maybe!" "Olga Cedarstrom?" "Goodness me! Don't ask me what else besides 'Olga' she is named," said the irritable cook, "for I couldn't tell you.
In de clean kitchen what I scrubbed last night only I bane kill them cats!" And there was not a cat in the lot as mad as Olga Cedarstrom. There was a hod of coal beside her. Olga seized the good-sized lumps of stove coal, one after another, and began volleying with a strong overhand throw at the excited animals. Olga proved to be an excellent shot.
During this lonely year that had passed since his wife's death, Mr. Day's experiences with domestic help had been disheartening as well as varied. Olga Cedarstrom had been with them two months. She had come rather better recommended than some of her predecessors. Instead of obtaining her services through an agency, Mr.
Without her carelessness, she told herself, Olga Cedarstrom would never have taken it out of the house if that was really how the keepsakes had come to disappear. It was Bertha Warring who chanced, when she first came to see Janice after her return from an exciting trip to Chicago, to mention that girl, Olga. At least she spoke of the "Olga" who had been at the Latham house and had broken Mrs.
Olga Cedarstrom was stupid and often cross in the morning; and she was careless and slatternly in her ways. But she did not object when Janice came down early to get her father's breakfast, and serve it daintily, as her mother had taught her. Only, Olga could not be taught to do these things. She did not want to learn.
Just his seeing that her hair was strained back from her face doesn't prove anything." "I should say it did not," laughed her father. "That manner of wearing the hair seems to be a common failing with these Swedish women. Besides, didn't I tell you that Johnson says that girl is not named 'Cedarstrom?" "We-ell, it is awfully funny, Daddy.
If she got Delia angry the woman might leave as abruptly as Olga Cedarstrom had left. It was a thought suggesting tragedy. Janice waited to calm herself while the new girl pumped away on the piano in a perfect anvil chorus. Janice opened the door. By the number of rolls spread out on the top of the piano it was plain that Delia had played more music than she had done housework.
Only he told me her last name was not Cedarstrom." "So that, I fear," added Mr. Day, shaking his head, "is another lost trail. It does seem that the mystery of the disappearance of our treasure-box, Janice, is likely to remain a mystery. "At least, that girl at the Latham's was another girl than our Olga. Johnson says she was only visiting his wife for a day or two. She was a friend of has wife's.
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