Books: Keineth

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At the hotel after breakfast Keineth's father opened his trunk and took
from it a box of gifts he had collected from every country he had
visited. A carved box from Japan, a gay Chinese robe from Pekin, dolls
of all sorts, brass plates from Egypt, embroidered scarfs from
Constantinople, coral from Italy and other treasures over which Keineth
and Peggy went into ecstasies of delight!

"For us?" she cried to her father.

He smiled--her "us" meant to him that Keineth had found at last the
true joy of friends.

"Divide them as you wish, my dear," he answered. Thereupon the two
girls sat down, cross-legged upon the floor and commenced assorting the
gifts into little piles--for "Aunt Nellie," for "Barbara," the Japanese
dolls for Alice, and, of course, the carved dagger from Petrograd, for
Billy! "Oh, were ever girls as happy as we are?" Peggy cried.

Later Mr. Lee broke in upon this pleasant occupation. "If we are here
to see Washington we'd better start out! Keineth--after luncheon your
father wants to take you for a little walk--Peggy and I will go to the
National Museum."

So it was that Keineth, trim in her new hat and coat, found herself
early in the afternoon walking slowly down the "Avenue of the
Presidents," holding her father's hand. They said little, each felt too
happy to talk much, time enough for the stories later.

Suddenly through the trees of Lafayette Park, all a-quiver with their
new spring leaves, Keineth glimpsed the stately lines of the White
House.

She stopped short. "Daddy, is that where the President lives?"

Mr. Randolph smiled. "Yes, my dear! And we are going there now to
call--at his request!"

So Keineth was really going to see Mr. President!

She felt very excited as she walked past the policeman guarding the
gates and up the winding avenue leading to the great columns before the
door. Through the branches of the trees the sun was shining slant-wise
against the square-paned windows, making tiny sparks of fire. Another
policeman at the door halted them. Keineth thought it too bad that the
President of the United States should have to be guarded in this
manner--for who could want to harm him? Then they were ushered into the
entrance hall, where a servant took the card Mr. Randolph offered.

For Keineth the simple stateliness of the place had an atmosphere of
romance. Staring curiously about her she went slowly through the
spacious corridors to an oval-shaped room whose walls and windows were
hung in heavy blue silk. The sunlight streamed through the windows
across the highly polished floor and glinted through the crystals of
the great chandelier hanging from the ceiling. From between the heavy
blue curtains Keineth caught a glimpse of the green lawn outside,
sloping down to the stretches of the Park--all adot with dandelions.

Her father pointed out to her the gold clock on the mantel and told her
that it had been presented by Napoleon the First to General Lafayette
and by him in turn to Washington. Then as they turned to examine the
bronze vases standing on either side of the clock a quiet voice
startled them.

"And so this is the little soldier girl!"

And there across the room, one hand extended, stood the President of
the United States!

Keineth tried to say something, but found that her tongue would not
move. But President Wilson, not noticing her embarrassment, was shaking
her hand and talking as though they were old friends.

"Of course--after our letters--an introduction is unnecessary! I am
delighted, however, to meet in person John Randolph's daughter."

He turned then from Keineth to her father and Keineth felt a glow of
pride in the tone of intimacy with which the President greeted her
father.

After they had exchanged a few words he took her hand and drew her
towards a divan.

"Let us sit down here and have a little talk. I wonder if you know, my
dear girl, what a wonderful man your father is."

Keineth smiled at this! President Wilson, patting her hand upon his
knee, went on:

"His work for us is not done, either! And I am going to ask you to help
me, Miss Keineth. I want him in my official family--I need his judgment
and advice--need it badly! If he tries to refuse me then you must make
him do what I want him to do! Wouldn't you like to live in Washington?"

"Oh--yes!" cried Keineth, then she stopped short. "But--it wouldn't
have to be a secret, would it?"

The President broke into a hearty laugh. "No, indeed, my dear!" Then,
more seriously, "You were very brave to help us guard so carefully his
journeying. It was necessary that it should be kept a secret because in
every land where he went there were bitter enemies to the work he was
trying to do--enemies who, if they had had one word of the mission upon
which he was going about, would have done everything within their power
to defeat its purpose, even to taking his life without one moment's
hesitation! Keineth, this is a funny world. It is made up of big
nations and small nations and they struggle against one another like so
many bad, heedless boys fighting in an alley."

"I know!" cried Keineth, bright-eyed. "When they ought to be living
like nice families in a quiet street, each one keeping its own yard
clean from rubbish and the doorsteps washed." She used her father's
words with careful precision.

President Wilson turned to John Randolph. "The child has described it,
exactly! What an ideal! Do you think we'll ever reach it?" Then, to
Keineth, "And that is the mission that took your father abroad--to lay
before the peoples of those other lands this plan of democracy; to show
them the picture of how we all--as nations--might live as you have
described it, like thrifty families on a clean-kept street, some in
finer houses than others, perhaps, but each one with its door-step
clean and its corners well cleared out. Well--well, in your lifetime
you may come to it, child. And when you do--remember that the way was
opened by the message your father carried!"

They talked a little longer of things Keineth could not understand,
though she listened with rapt attention while her father spoke of the
Emperor of Japan and the Czar of Russia as though they were just
ordinary men!

President Wilson walked with them to the door; he shook hands and
begged them to come again! "I should like some day to show you around
Washington myself, Miss Keineth," he said, patting her shoulder. Then
as they walked out toward the street gates Keineth turned back and saw
him watching from the open door. She waved her hand impulsively and he
lifted his in a farewell salute.

Keineth drew in a very deep breath: as Peggy would say, "Who _could_
believe that she was little Keineth Randolph?"

CHAPTER XXV

THE CASTLE OF DREAMS

When her father suggested that they let the sightseeing wait and take a
walk, Keineth was delighted. She wanted more than anything else right
then to talk and talk and talk to her daddy! There was so much to tell
him!

"We'll have plenty of time to see all the interesting things," Mr.
Randolph said. "We'll stay here a week or two longer." "Peggy, too?"
asked Keineth.

"Peggy, too, of course!"

"Oh, what _fun_!" cried Keineth, squeezing her father's hand with both
of hers. She fairly danced along by his side, so that he had to walk
very fast to keep up with her light feet 'Way across the Park through
the trees they could see the waters of the Potomac gleaming blue, and
beyond the hills of Arlington. Two weeks--her eyes shone--two weeks
with Daddy and Peggy!

"You know, Daddy, that Peggy is my very best friend!" Keineth said very
solemnly. She commenced to tell him of Overlook and the happy summer
days--of Stella, whom she had seen several times during the winter and
had learned to love--of Grandma Sparks and her quaint old home--of Mr.
Cadowitz and the hours in his queer studio--of the Jenkins cousins and
the little Penny girls. He listened with a smile, perhaps not always
able to follow her excited chatter, but certain from it that Keineth
had found what he had hoped she would find when he had sent her to the
Lees.

Then Keineth thought of a confession she must make.

"Is it dreadful, Daddy, but I have forgotten to be lonesome for Tante?
I am ashamed because I do not think of her oftener. Where do you
suppose she is?"

"I saw her, my dear! Think what a coincidence it was! When I was in
Paris one of the secretaries from the American Embassy took me around
to visit the soup kitchens they have opened up there to feed the needy
children of the soldiers at the front. At the very first one we went
into, a woman in charge came up to greet us--and it was good Madame
Henri! I might have known she'd be doing something like that! She knew
me, of course--the tears ran down her cheeks as she clasped my hand.
She couldn't say a word at first. She herself took us through the place
and as it was at noontime, we stayed to see her hungry family. It was a
sight I'll never forget--women, shivering in ragged clothing, with
babes in their arms and gaunt, unhappy faces and eyes that looked at
you as if they were eternally asking something and afraid to ask! Most
of them had some scrap of dingy crepe somewhere about them--had lost
their men at the battle-front! And little children gulping down the
hot soup as though they were starved! Tante said it was the only meal
most of them had during the day. After her work was over she and I went
into a little room to talk. I knew she wanted to ask me about you--'her
baby,' she called you. When I told her you were well and happy she
broke down and sobbed 'thank God!'

"She told me that her mother was dead and that her brother's wife and
her little family were on a farm in northern France. When they did not
need her longer she had gone to Paris to help.

"'Give her my love,' she said to me--I knew she meant you. 'Keep her
safe! It is my one comfort in these terrible days that she is not
suffering! I love America--but I can never go back--my work is here!' I
knew then that until the end Madame Henri would stick to her post and
help wherever she could do the most good. She is a noble woman!"

Keineth sighed. "It doesn't seem right to be so happy when others are
not," she said, troubled.

"But remember what she said--because you are happy is the one bright
spot in Madame Henri's life! So it may be with others; you can always
help someone."

"You couldn't do anything else at the Lees'," broke in Keineth,
"because Aunt Nellie is so kind and unselfish that we children are
terribly ashamed to be anything else! Daddy--" Keineth stopped short;
for the first time it crossed her mind that now that her daddy had come
back her visit at the Lees' would end. "Where will we live now, Daddy?"

He waited a moment before he answered.

"I am going to ask you to decide that for yourself, Keineth." Keineth
remembered then the night her father had made her decide between Aunt
Josephine and the Lees! How hard it had been!

John Randolph led her to a bench. "Let's sit down here and talk. I'll
show you two pictures, Keineth, and you shall choose. You heard what
the President said; he has asked me to be in his Cabinet! That is a
great honor--perhaps the highest honor that may ever come to me!"

"You'll be more than a soldier that doesn't wear a uniform?"

Her father smiled at her quaint phrasing. "Yes, much more! But, besides
the honor and the work of the position it will mean this to us--we will
have to take a house here in Washington and live in such a way that we
can entertain many, many guests. My time will never be my own, for
there will be countless social demands besides the duties of the
office--I will be able to spend very little time with my little girl!
But she will not mind that because she will have ever so many new
friends and new things to do, too. And we're too simple to know how to
live such a life, so there's only one thing that'd happen--" Keineth
was making tiny circles in the soft grass with the toe of her shoe. She
had listened intently, now she interrupted quickly: "Aunt Josephine!"

"Yes--Aunt Josephine would have to come down to show us how!"

For some reason Keineth did not like the picture--and yet Daddy had
said it was a great honor! But Aunt Josephine--

Near the Monument the Marine Band had begun its program for the first
afternoon concert of the season. A great many people had begun to
gather in groups on the green. The music had seemed to reach Keineth
and her father as though it was all a part of the soft spring air and
beauty around them--they had scarcely heeded it as they talked! But
suddenly a familiar note struck Keineth's ear. She lifted her head
quickly.

"Oh, listen!" she cried, clutching his arm. "Listen!"

"What is it, child?" He was startled by the look on her face. She had
sprung to her feet.

"That--that--" she whispered as though her voice might drown out the
soft strains of the music, "that is my Castle of Dreams!" She lifted
her hand to beg him not to speak until it had ended. They listened
together until the last note died away.

"Beautiful, my dear, but--"

She turned shining eyes toward him. "I wrote it," she added simply.

"You--you--" He stared at her in such a funny way that Keineth burst
out laughing. "Why, my dear--"

"Aunt Nellie taught me to write music! And I sold this! I didn't want
to tell you until I had a chance to play it for you."

"You--wrote--that?" He seemed not able to really believe. "My little
girl?" A world of pride warmed the tone of his voice.

"Yes, and it's such fun putting down what comes to my fingers! Only Mr.
Cadowitz says that I must learn a great deal more and practice what the
masters can teach me. And Aunt Nellie says, too, that I ought to wait
until I have finished school."

"Yes, they are right," Mr. Lee put in. Then he caressed the small
fingers that lay in his clasp. "But, my dear little girl, what a joy
for you some day! It is a wonderful gift to tell your thoughts in
music! When you have built up a strong body and a good mind you can
work with all your heart and soul!"

Keineth told him then the story of Pilot and Mr. Grandison. Her father
was deeply interested. He recalled that he had heard his father speak
of him once or twice. "He must have had a very lonely life," he added."
We must see something of him now and then, my dear!"

"Oh, he will be glad!" Keineth described the big house on the outskirts
of the city where she had gone with her check; its lonely rooms that
all his money could not make cheerful. That led her to tell of the
beautiful books and how Mr. Grandison had one day taken her and Peggy
to see "Pollyanna"; of riding there in the big limousine and wearing
the precious pink dresses!

The afternoon sun was dropping. The concert had ended and the crowds
were slowly moving away. John Randolph's face wore its far-away look as
though he was dreaming things. His eyes, as he turned them upon
Keineth, were very serious.

"You know--child, we're given things in this world--good health and
fortune and gifts like your music--and my writing--but I don't believe
we're given them just to enjoy them ourselves! We're meant to share
them! I haven't told you the other picture, my dear!"

"Oh, no!" cried Keineth. How could she have forgotten Aunt Josephine!

"I've had a dream, Keineth, these months that I've been gone! It's been
a dream of the little home we'd make in some quiet corner where I could
write and you could grow and play. It'd be a simple home, but we'd have
a great many friends around us. There's a lot in my head I want to
write, too--I long for time to do it! I couldn't help but think as I
travelled over almost all the lands of the globe that people are alike
after all--only some of us have learned things faster than others and
some have a lot to learn. If those who see the vision could teach the
others--well, to live, as we said, like respectable, happy families in
a peaceful street--then this world would know a brotherhood we haven't
got now. It could come after this war--we could all be comrades, always
going forward shoulder to shoulder! I feel as if I want to write and
write and write about it until that picture goes all over the world!
Couldn't I do more for all my fellowmen that way than giving up my time
to the immense duties of a Cabinet official?" He turned a frowning face
toward Keineth, as though from this twelve-year-old girl he expected
help in his perplexity.

Keineth's face was aglow.

"Could the little home be near Peggy?"

Her father nodded. "For a while, anyway."

"And could I go to school with Peggy?"

"Yes, I want you with your friends."

"And you'd have time to play with me?"

"Lots of time--I'd take it! That was part of my dream."

"Oh, Daddy, I like that picture lots best! Only--" She suddenly
recalled what her father had said. "It would be such a great honor for
you to be in the President's Cabinet! And he told me I must make you!"

"Keineth, dear, that honor would not mean half as much to me as the joy
of serving my fellowmen through my writing! We'll show the President
the two pictures--I know he will understand!"

Still Keineth hesitated. "Would we--would we have to have Aunt
Josephine?" Then she added, as though a little ashamed, "but Aunt
Josephine can be awfully jolly when--she forgets."

"Forgets what, child?"

"Oh, that--that she's so--so rich!" Keineth stammered.

John Randolph laughed. "We'll have her part of the time and maybe we
can make her--forget."

"You have decided, you are very sure?" he asked after a moment, and he
swept his hand toward the nearby buildings of the city as though to
remind her of the interesting life that might lie there.

But Keineth's shining eyes saw a vision beyond them--long, happy days
with Daddy and Peggy and the others; a home, too; real school days,
such as she had never known in her life--perhaps another summer at
Fairview.

"I'd love Washington, but--I like your dream best, Daddy!" she
answered.

"I knew you would! And now, kitten, what do you say to finding Peggy
and her father and going somewhere to have some cakes and hot
chocolate?"

Through the soft April sunlight they went towards the White House and
the thronging streets. Keineth walked quickly, eager to find Peggy and
tell her everything! How glad Peg would be!

She hummed a few notes without realizing that it was a strain from her
own music! She stopped suddenly and lifted laughing eyes to her
father's face.

"Isn't it funny, Daddy? I called my music 'The Castle of Dreams'! We
were both dreaming the same dream!"

"And we're going to have our Castle, Keineth!"

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