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The address was in the same firm, open hand. A shimmer of gold met her first glance, but the scrap of white she had longed for was missing. Without doubt the pilferer had thwarted her again. She put the yellow beauties into water with half-hearted pleasure. Why couldn't Miss Sniffen let her have her own! She pounded the air with her little impotent fists. She did not go down to tea.
There are hardly any rules, and visitors are allowed every afternoon between two o'clock and six. I guess Mr. Randolph means to make up to them for all they have suffered through Miss Sniffen. One thing I am glad of! The ladies have some new dresses! And Mrs. Crump and Miss Castlevaine have new winter coats. They were the worst dressed of anybody, as they had been there longest.
"No, thank you," actually smiled the superintendent; "my business doesn't include picnics, and I doubt whether it would be wise for Miss Sterling to go so far away from the Home. It might cause trouble and unnecessary expense; the others may go if they wish." "Oh, Miss Sniffen, please let Miss Sterling go!
He turned abruptly and went toward the door, where he halted a moment. "Mr. Mathews, since that woman's letter did reach me, I suppose I must pay for my carelessness or yours. Send her what does she say four children? send her a hundred dollars. But, for my sake, send it anonymously. Write her that I pay no attention to such claims." He went out, and Sniffen closed the door behind him.
Polly took the smooth head between her two palms. "You'll never be a scarecrow if you live to be a hundred and fifty!" she declared. "But the dear homely ones it is hard on them. What do you suppose is the reason Miss Sniffen won't let them curl their hair just a mite?" "Walls are said to have ears," replied Miss Sterling, with a little scornful twist to her pretty mouth.
A man appeared very promptly in answer to the bell. "Sniffen, my overcoat," said the philanthropist. "It is 'ere, sir," answered Sniffen, helping the thin old man into the great fur folds. "There is no word of the dog, I suppose, Sniffen?" "None, sir. The police was here again yesterday, sir, but they said as 'ow " "The police!" The words were fierce with scorn. "Eight thousand incompetents!"
"Shall I ever stop thinking of him!" Meantime, downstairs, the front doorbell had rung. Miss Sniffen answered it. She usually answered the bell nowadays. Nelson Randolph stood waiting. "Good afternoon!" he smiled. "I want to run up to those corner rooms and see how the light is, now that the windows are shut up. I think we may have to put in other windows on the side." "Oh, no, Mr.
"Oh, I don't care if folks do know my part in it, but the others would rather you wouldn't give their names unless it is necessary. Miss Sniffen turned me out weeks ago!" "Turned you out? For what?" "Oh, because I told Miss Lily to cling to the balustrade so she wouldn't fall! That is, it started there. She said I'd got the ladies into all sorts of scrapes.
And when Alice Twining came here and found that Miss Sniffen had been appointed superintendent she was almost a mind to back out; but she hadn't any other place to go, so she stayed, and she said Miss Sniffen had seemed to take delight in being mean to her ever since. Well, it's a tight box that Amelia Sniffen has got herself into this time!" Mrs. Albright sighed. "Please go on!" whispered Polly.
Even had General Baden-Powell remained in Mafeking and not invented the boy scout, Jimmie Sniffen would have been one. Because by birth he was a boy, and by inheritance a scout. In Westchester County the Sniffens are one of the county families.
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