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Ray had, indeed, such unusual perceptions in some directions, that one could not help wondering what he would have been if he had ever, as he said, had "half a chance." He was right; Mrs. Kronborg was a fine-looking woman. She was short and square, but her head was a real head, not a mere jerky termination of the body. It had some individuality apart from hats and hairpins.
But a nice little girl like that she's worth the whole litter. Where she ever got it from " He turned into the Duke Block and ran up the stairs to his office. Thea Kronborg, meanwhile, was wondering why she happened to be in the parlor, where nobody but company usually visiting preachers ever slept.
When that elusive spark of personality retreated in each of them, Thea still saw in his wet eyes her own face, very small, but much prettier than the cracked glass at home had ever shown it. It was the first time she had seen her face in that kindest mirror a woman can ever find. Ray had felt things in that moment when he seemed to be looking into the very soul of Thea Kronborg.
Giddy, down in the car, in the pauses of his work, made himself agreeable to Mrs. Kronborg. "It's a great rest to be where my family can't get at me, Mr. Giddy," she told him. "I thought you and Ray might have some housework here for me to look after, but I couldn't improve any on this car." "Oh, we like to keep her neat," returned Giddy glibly, winking up at Ray's expressive back.
Kronborg rose and they tramped through the empty hall and down the stairway to the street. The drug store below was dark, and the saloon next door was just closing. Every other light on Main Street was out. On either side of the road and at the outer edge of the board sidewalk, the snow had been shoveled into breastworks.
A preacher ought to have one child who did more than merely acquiesce in religious observances, and Thea and the boys were glad enough that it was Anna and not one of themselves who assumed this obligation. "Anna, she's American," Mrs. Kronborg used to say.
Kohler said she kept for "company when she was lonesome," the Kohlers had in their house the most wonderful thing Thea had ever seen but of that later. Professor Wunsch went to the houses of his other pupils to give them their lessons, but one morning he told Mrs. Kronborg that Thea had talent, and that if she came to him he could teach her in his slippers, and that would be better. Mrs.
I wouldn't have my child wasting time with them. If Professor Wunsch goes away, Thea'll have nobody to take from. He's careful with his scholars; he don't use bad language. Mrs. Kohler is always present when Thea takes her lesson. It's all right." Mrs. Kronborg spoke calmly and judicially. One could see that she had thought the matter out before. "I'm glad to hear that, Mrs. Kronborg.
She considered Thea very handsome, very Swedish, very talented. She fluttered about the upper floor when Thea was practicing. In short, she tried to make a heroine of her, just as Tillie Kronborg had always done, and Thea was conscious of something of the sort. When she was working and heard Mrs.
Thor was too old to furnish such an excuse now, so every Wednesday night, unless one of the children was sick, she trudged off with Thea, behind Mr. Kronborg. At first Thea was terribly bored. But she got used to prayer-meeting, got even to feel a mournful interest in it. The exercises were always pretty much the same. After the first hymn her father read a passage from the Bible, usually a Psalm.
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