Feels Like Home

Feels Like Home

“Jessie, can you believe our good fortune? Miss Nettie is our mother and Mr. Oscar is our father. Look at this beautiful room. I've never seen such sheer curtains before in all my life. Do you think we are rich?” Hattie said as she unpacked the few items she called her own.

“I don't know if we are rich but isn't this the softest bed you have ever felt. I can't believe when we woke up this morning we were living at the villa and now we are here in a whole new town with brand new parents.”

Nettie knocked on the door. “Girls, are you hungry? Miss Trudy has cooked up a scrumptious meal for us this evening. Your brothers will be here to meet you very soon.”

Hattie threw the door open. “Miss Nettie, this room is the most beautiful room I have ever seen. I always imagined our mama in a big fluffy bed like this. Grandmother says she was very sick and had to stay in bed after we were born.”

“Oh my darling child. I'm sure she had a bed just like yours and two beautiful babies to look at while you slept.”

“Grandmother says we looked like little prunes when we were born. The doctor said we wouldn't live through the night because we were too small. Grandmother fed us with a little eye dropper and after a few days she said we began squalling all the time. Grandmother didn't like doctors very much. She said they were all quacks. For the longest time I thought the ducks in the pond in the park were doctors.”

The three of them giggled and walked out of the room.

Richard and Robert had arrived with Lily and Emma and the babies. Matthew and Catherine were seven months old and full of energy. They giggled when they saw their grandma and grandpa.

“Jessica is going to be learning to refinish furniture? She and Josie Blackburn are taking lessons from Dudley Hanover. Do you mind the long trip back to Greensboro, Jessie?” asked Oscar.

“Oh no, Mr. Oscar. I will be dreaming about learning how to make something old pretty again. That's what Mr. Hanover tells us he will teach us.”

“Tell your brothers how you got yourself into Mr. Hanover's class, Jessica.”

“Oh dear, I'm afraid I was deceitful. I dressed up in boys clothes and I hid my hair under a cap. I fooled Mr. Hanover but I didn't fool Miss Evelyn.”

Richard and Robert laughed. “Nobody ever fooled Miss Evelyn, Jessie. She knew every trick any child could think up.” said Robert.

“Did you come from the villa too?”

“No, honey. Miss Evelyn was the principal of Camden Corners Grammar School before she moved to Greensboro to be headmistress of the villa.”

“Miss Evelyn is very nice, I like her a lot.” said Hattie.

“I think Mr. Hanover likes her too.” Oscar said with a chuckle.

“Mr. Hanover is a wonderful man. I think it's terrific that he and Evelyn are stepping out.” said Emma. She knew Mr. Hanover through her grandfather, Amos.

Back in Greensboro, Dudley Hanover was nervously waiting for Evelyn Keys to finish giving instructions to her assistant.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Hanover. This is the first time I have left the villa for the evening since I came here last year. I'm afraid I'm being a bit overly cautious. I'm sure they will get along just fine without me.”

“Take your time, Mrs. Keys, I understand.”

“I suppose if we are out on an informal occasion, we should drop the Mr. and Mrs. Please call me Evelyn and may I call you Dudley?”

“I would like that Evelyn. I'd like us to be honest with each other. I am not a man who has courted very many women. I'm afraid I am very nervous this evening.”

“I'm nervous too, Dudley. I haven't been alone with a man since my husband died over twenty years ago. Maybe together we can just relax and enjoy a nice evening as friends.”

“That sounds delightful.”

“How did your interest in furniture refinishing begin, Dudley?”

“I have always had an interest in history and feel the furniture of our ancestors reveal much about the way they lived. Amos Patterson owned the old Patterson's General Store here in Greensboro. He was a collector who knew everything there was to know about fine old furniture.”

“Emma Crowley's grandfather. I never met him but have heard Nettie and Ethel Fulbright speak of him often.”

“Amos taught me everything I know. We lost a treasure when that man died. I know Emma and I'm sure she is carrying on Amos' legacy. I'm a tax attorney by trade which is quite the contrast to refurnishing furniture. Enough about me, what brought you to Greensboro and the villa?”

As you know, my husband passed away many years ago. Much to my regret, we never had children of our own. It seemed only natural that I continue my teaching. The principal of the school became ill and I filled in for him as there was no one else to do the job. I'm sure if a man had been available, I would never have been considered. Unfortunately, the principal didn't recover and I just kept filling in for him. After several years of being a temporary principal, they made it official. I didn't care for their methods, but I loved the children so much I just went along with it. When Harvey Wilson suggested I might like to be in charge of the villa, I jumped at the chance. Harvey has given me full control over the operation. I will be forever grateful for his faith in me.”

“What do you think of our town? It isn't as friendly as Camden Corners but we try to make newcomers feel welcome.”

“It seems friendly enough to me. It is much larger than Camden Corners and that makes a difference. To be honest, I don't leave the villa grounds very often. That's why this is such a nice treat for me.”

Dudley found Evelyn to be an easy person to be around. He hated for the evening to end. He walked her to the front door of the villa. He wanted to give her a kiss on the cheek but was afraid they would be spotted by one of the children.

Evelyn sensed his reluctance. “Dudley would you like to come into my suite for a glass of sherry?”

“Would that be acceptable, Evelyn? I wouldn't want to cause any problems for you.”

“I am allowed guests, Dudley. This is my home, after all.”

Dudley was impressed with Evelyn's living quarters. “Why this is just like an apartment. You have your own parlor and kitchen. You have it decorated beautifully. It looks like you.”

“I'll take that as a compliment,” Evelyn laughed.

“It was meant that way. Evelyn, I am not a man of the world by any means but I do find you very attractive. I enjoyed being your friend this evening but I would like to be much more than that. Do you think we could begin a courtship?”

“I think we already have,” said Evelyn as she handed Dudley a glass of sherry. Her eyes sparkled as she stood on the tips of her toes and kissed the shy Dudley Hanover directly on the lips. “Dudley, we are not adolescents who have all the time in the world. As you can see, there is plenty of room here for two. Now let's drink our sherry and talk about the future.”

“You get right to the point, don't you Evelyn?”

“I know what I want and I'm willing to ask for it. I hope you like children, Dudley.”

“I'm crazy about them and I'm crazy about you.” Dudley set his glass down and took Evelyn in his arms.

“Oh Dudley!” she said as he covered her mouth with kisses.

In Camden Corners, the Crowleys were calling it a night. Nettie read the twins a story and tucked them in. She joined Oscar in the room they shared.

“I wonder how Evelyn and Dudley are getting along. Wouldn't it be nice if they became a couple?”

“If I know Dudley, he is still calling his date Miss Evelyn. He has always been timid around women.”

“I don't know why, he is certainly a handsome fellow with impeccable manners. Any woman would be proud to have him on her arm.”

“His mother was a dear lady but very dependent on Dudley. From what I have been told, even in school she would make him come home early from outings with his friends. I think eventually he stopped going out socially. He is the best tax attorney in the state but that didn't do much for his social standings. The work he does with the furniture doesn't exactly require any social contact either. Now he has chosen being the proprietor of a history museum. He needs a woman who will bring him out of his shell. If anyone can do that it will be Mrs. Evelyn Keys.”

“Evelyn is such a lovely woman. As much as she loves those children, I'm sure she has enjoyed spending some time with a gentleman. Do you think he will kiss her goodnight, Oscar?”

“I don't think he will work up the nerve to shake her hand. I'd say it will be early December before he gets around to that first kiss.”

“The twins seemed to have a good time tonight. I was afraid they might have been overwhelmed by all the commotion but they seemed to fit right in.”

“They are very sweet girls, aren't they? I wonder what the story is with the parents. It sounds as though their mother died after giving birth to them. I wonder where the father is.”

“I could ask a few questions in Greensboro if you really want to know,” said Oscar.

“I don't know. We might be sorry to learn the answer. What do you think Oscar?”

“Maybe I'll take a ride with Josie and Jessica tomorrow. I think I'll ask Evelyn her opinion. I will also ask about the dinner date tonight.”

“Are you sure that isn't the main reason you want to see Evelyn. I wonder if Hattie would like to ride along too. We could always do some shopping while Jessica is in class. The girls do need some new dresses and Greensboro has so much more of a selection than Camden Corners.”

“It's settled then. We will all leave for Greensboro in the morning.”

Trudy was busy making breakfast for the travelers. “Just can't wait to hear all about Miss Evelyn's engagement last evening, is that it Miss Nettie?”

“Trudy, you know me so well it frightens me. We are also going to do some shopping. Jessica has agreed to let Hattie pick out some dresses for her. Is there anything you need in Greensboro, Trudy?”

“No ma'am. Anything I can't find right here in Camden Corners I don't need. Why you want to spend your hard earned money in the big city is beyond me.”

“Trudy, someday I am going to insist you visit Greensboro. It is a very nice town. Many of the people who live in Camden Corners are from Greensboro.”

“If it's so great why didn't they stay there. No, if you ask me, that place is sin city and I don't want any part of it.”

Oscar walked in. “Trudy are you going on about the evils of the big city again? You really need to get out more.”

Trudy stomped off to her room. Nobody knew why Trudy, an otherwise reasonable woman, was so against Greensboro. Oscar suspected an old beau may have left Trudy and Camden Corners to explore the big city and was never to return again.

“Are we ready to go? Josie will be waiting for us. Won't she be surprised when she sees the whole family?”

“The whole family! Doesn't that sound nice Hattie?”

“It certainly does, Jessica.” Hattie replied as she squeezed Nettie's hand.

The Lesson

The Lesson

“I would be happy to meet Mr. Hanover. Our paths just don't seem to cross. I have wanted to tell him personally what a fine thing he is doing for the children. Not only does he guide them in the correct way to bring a piece of furniture to life again, his knowledge of history is vast. I'll just finish up some of this paperwork while you say hello to the children.”

Nettie and Oscar strolled through the villa greeting the children as they played. They knew many of them through previous visits. There were always new faces which was both happy and sad. Happy that these children had found a place where people really cared about them and sad because there weren't enough facilities like this.

“Hi Miss Nettie.”

“Hello Mr. Oscar.” The children all shouted at them on their walk.

“Are you reading us a story today Miss Nettie?”

“Maybe later this afternoon, dear.”

“Where are Leah and Alfie?”

“They are back with their mama and papa now. Isn't that wonderful?”

“Oh yes. That is so wonderful,” said a dark haired girl of around fourteen.

“Your name is Hattie, isn't that right?”

“Yes ma'am. I'm Hattie and my sister is Jessie. She isn't here right now. I have to be going, Miss Nettie. I hope I see you later.” Hattie ran off.

“Wasn't that strange, Oscar? Hattie seemed almost afraid of us. I wonder what she and her sister are up to?”

“You can always spot a child who is about to get into mischief. You have a gift, Nettie.” Oscar laughed.

“Yes, I think any teacher has a sixth sense about a child who is about to get into trouble. I like Hattie and Jessie. I'd guess they are close to 15 years old. I remember Evelyn saying they lived with a grandmother and when she died a year ago, there was nobody to take them in. They are twins who aren't identical but look enough alike to fool people. It makes me wonder where Jessie is at the moment.”

“There you two are. Shall we take my automobile? Oscar, when are you going to break down and buy yourself a horseless carriage?”

“Nothing wrong with my trusty horses. I see way too many people stopped on the road with those contraptions spitting and sputtering. Give me a couple of fine horses and a shiny carriage, and there's no stopping me.”

They arrived at the Green Hill Inn at precisely 12:30. Dudley was waiting for them in the vestibule. “Hello everyone. Mrs. Keys, I'm Dudley Hanover. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Evelyn Keys was even prettier in person. Dudley felt the color rise in his cheeks.

“Mr. Hanover, the pleasure is mine. I have been remiss in thanking you for all you have done for the children.”

“They are the ones who bring me joy. Those boys take such pride in their work and are open to learning all I have stored in this old head of mine.”

Evelyn's life had been filled with children since her husband passed away many years ago. It never occurred to her to become involved with another man. She found herself wondering what it would be like to have Dudley Hanover waiting for her at the end of a long day.

“Would you like to see the museum after lunch?”

“I certainly would,” said Oscar. “I had a glimpse of some of those enormous pieces of furniture the Clarke's had delivered. Poor Philip, he hadn't realized how big they all were until he tried to fit them in his rather small house.”

“His loss was certainly the museum's gain. The boys are working on the dining table now. We have four boys here today. My assistant, Mr. Harper, is overseeing them but they don't need any supervision. I think you will be amazed at how well they are doing.”

The foursome walked into the massive room. “Hello fellows, come say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Crowley.”

Three of the boys stood up and politely shook hands with the Crowleys. Evelyn was surprised the one boy didn't follow them. “Who is that over there? Ross, go see what is keeping that young man.”

“I think he's working on a very delicate corner, Miss Evelyn. Maybe we should let him be.”

“Alright. What's up? Who are you? Come over here right this minute.”

A familiar face peered out from behind the table. “Take your hat off, lad.”

The hat came off and long hair flowed from beneath.

“Jessica Farmer? Is that you? What in heaven's name are you doing here young lady?”

“I'm sorry Miss Evelyn. I so wanted to learn how to make the furniture pretty again. Mr. Dudley knows so much about these beautiful things. I didn't mean any harm.”

“Jessie, you know this class is for boys only. Did Hattie help you with your deception?”

“I made her help me, Miss Evelyn. Don't punish her, please.”

“I'm not going to punish anyone, dear. You know you can't be here. Especially alone with all these boys. Now take off those overalls and give them back to Mr. Hanover.”

“Golly, Miss Evelyn. Jessie is really a good worker. We fellows don't mind that she is with us. Please let her stay.”

“Ross, I'd love to let her stay but there are rules and I must follow all of the rules, not just the ones I like. I wish it could be different.”

“I'm so very sorry, Miss Evelyn. I had no idea Jess was a girl.”

“How would you know when she is dressed like a ruffian. The boys knew and they went along with the deception. We are the ones who owe you an apology,” Evelyn said.

“Boys, you get back to work and Jessica, change your clothes and meet us outside.” Evelyn snickered as she turned her back. “I'm sorry Dudley, those children do stick together.”

“You aren't angry with them or me then?”

“No, of course not. I think it's wonderful that Jessie wants to learn a trade. I wish I didn't have to be the one to discourage her. As headmistress of the villa, I can't allow a young lady to be in the presence of only males. The state, or the people in charge, think females should be satisfied learning to sew and knit and take care of household chores. Heaven forbid we would like to learn skills to build a house or even repair a table leg. I'm sorry, I don't mean to let my frustration show.”

“Don't be silly, I like a feisty woman. In fact, Miss Evelyn, I like you very much. Would you care to have dinner with me this evening? Maybe we will be able to figure out a way Jessie can continue her work with me.”

“Are you thinking what I'm thinking Oscar?”

“If you are thinking about Josie Blackburn then we are on the same wavelength, my dear.”

Evelyn spoke up. “Josie Blackburn. She would be perfect for the job.” She explained to Dudley. “Josie bought a cottage by the lake. She was in the process of remodeling it when she met and married Reggie Blackburn. He has helped her along the way but she had so much of it done before that. I wonder if she would be interested in sitting in on some of your lessons, Dudley? She could act as guardian to Jessica.”

“I will call her as soon as I get back to my office. Dudley, I will fill you in at dinner tonight. If we are still on?”

“That will be fine, I'll stop by the villa at 6:30 if that isn't too early. Oscar and Nettie, would you like to join us?”

“We will leave you two lovebirds on your own this evening,” Oscar said as Nettie told him to stop his teasing. “We are dining with the Prestons and Cooper children.”

“That's right,” said Nettie, “Gladys asked that you join us. I'll tell her you are otherwise engaged for the evening. I did promise the children a story or two. Dudley, it has been a pleasure. I hope Evelyn and Josie are able to work something out.”

Jessica came out of the back room. Her hair was brushed and she was wearing a dress. She handed Dudley the overalls. “I'm very sorry, Mr. Hanover. I won't sneak in here with the boys again.” The disappointment on her face tore at Dudley's heartstrings.

“Jessica, you are a very talented young lady. I hope our paths will cross again in the very near future.”

Dudley shook Evelyn's hand. Ross and his friends snickered. They were tempted to voice their observation about a budding romance but decided they'd better not press their luck with Miss Evelyn.

Nettie was reading to the younger children. Oscar was playing catch with some of the boys on the playground. Evelyn came out of her office. “Josie has said she would love to accompany Jessica to Mr. Hanover's. She is excited at the prospect of learning to renovate furniture. It seems Jonas Fulbright has been helping her with just that. She is going to ask if Jonas can tag along too. She is sure he will want to. Come with me when you are finished here, Nettie. I can't wait to share the news with Jessica.”

Nettie found it difficult to concentrate on the children's story. Her mind was swirling. She was happy when she saw Oscar walk through the doors. Evelyn was telling him about Josie. He smiled his biggest smile and walked over to his wife.

“That's all for now children. Why don't you run outside and play until suppertime.”

“Oscar are we thinking the same thing again?”

“I think so dear, it's time we had a couple of teenage girls in our home.”

“How much easier it would be if Josie had a riding companion on her way to Greensboro a couple of times a week for the lessons. It would be such a long ride by herself with baby Jonathan to care for. Oscar, are you sure? Do you think Jessica and Hattie would want to live in our home?”

“Evelyn, what do you think?”

“You two have just made this day perfect. I thought the twins would be a happy addition to your family even before you arrived this morning. I'll go get them so we can all share the good news.”

Evelyn walked into the room Jessie and Hattie shared with two other girls. “Come with me ladies, Mr. & Mrs. Crowley would like to speak with you.”

Hattie held her sister's hand as she whispered, “I hope Miss Nettie isn't so mad at us that we have to leave here. Jessie, do you think we are on our way to the orphanage?”

“I won't let them take you there Hattie. It was all my fault. I should never have pretended to be a boy.”

Nettie could see the girls were shaking as they entered Miss Evelyn's office. “What is wrong, girls? We just wanted to talk to you.”

“Miss Nettie, please don't send Hattie to the orphanage. She doesn't deserve to be punished for what I did.”

“If Jessica goes, then I will go too. She will be lonely without me there.”

“What is all this talk about an orphanage?” said Miss Evelyn. “Mr. & Mrs. Crowley want to adopt you and take you home to Camden Corners with them.”

“You want to adopt both of us? Not just Hattie?” cried Jessica.

“We want you both. We wouldn't dream of separating you. I hope you will like our home. Some of your friends from the villa are living with other families in town. We also have a surprise for you Jessie.” Nettie told her about the plan for her to continue her lessons with Mr. Hanover.

Both girls threw their arms around Nettie and Oscar. “This is the happiest day of our whole lives,” exclaimed Hattie as she brushed away her tears.

Pleasant Company

Pleasant Company

Margaret was enjoying her visit in Camden Corners. She especially enjoyed the company of Harvey Wilson. Harvey told her he had been a scoundrel until recently but she had a difficult time imagining him to be anything but charming.

Margaret and Helene were finally alone as Margaret unpacked her clothes. “Helene, I understand why you decided to move here. It is a delightful town with such nice people. I can see why you thought Neville was special years ago. It is obvious he adores you. He seems to be the only one who is concerned with waiting a respectable time after his wife's passing to marry you.”

“Neville is an honorable man. I feel better knowing we didn't rush into marriage the minute poor Prudence died. It has been almost six months now. It's not as though we haven't been seeing each other. Neville is here almost every evening for supper. The extra time has given us a chance to get better acquainted. We both have changed over the years. I must admit, I am glad the wait is almost over. Now tell me about Harvey Wilson. The man is obviously smitten.”

“Do you think so? I must seem like a foolish teenager but I haven't felt like this in years. Tell me, does he flirt like this with every woman?”

Helene laughed. “I don't know much about him except that he turned over a new leaf recently. I understand he was a modern day scrooge. I know he put Emma and Lily through some miserable times but they seem to have forgiven him for any wrong deeds. I think you will find the people here in Camden Corners are nonjudgmental. They accepted me and James without question even though they knew Neville was James' father and we were never married.”

“Helene, when will you forgive yourself? Just think what your life would have been without James. You and George raised a wonderful son together. I know you grew to love George in time and you gave him the child he would never have had if it weren't for James.”

“I know you're right. Let's not talk about my old problems. I want to hear all about Ronnie and his family. I can't believe they have moved to New York City. Wouldn't it be fun to visit them there?”

“Yes, and I plan to do that after they are settled. Elaine wrote that she had been shopping on Fifth Avenue already and she can't wait to show me all the stores. They want me to think about moving there but I don't know, I'm a little too old to start a whole new life in a big city.”

“You could always start a new life in a small town. I would love it if you would think about moving here. After you finish unpacking I'm going to take you on a tour of the village. That is if you are up to it after your long journey.”

“I would love it. From what I saw on our way here to Millie's, it is a lovely town. Harvey mentioned a concert in the park this evening. That sounds delightful.”

“Oh yes, and it's perfect for lovers.” Helene laughed as Margaret threw a sweater she had just unfolded at her friend.

Leo was happy to chauffeur the ladies around town in the new automobile. He resisted the urge to toot the horn but gave into the impulse when children walked by.

Their first stop was the antique shop. Harvey had been sitting at the table with Jonas and Oscar. His eyes lit up when he saw Margaret walk through the door. Helene introduced her friend to the the other two gentlemen.

“So this is Margaret,” said Oscar. “We have been hearing all about you this afternoon. You certainly have made an impression on our friend Harvey.”

Harvey wasn't the least bit embarrassed to have it known he had been talking about Margaret. He asked the ladies to sit down.

“I'm afraid we don't have time, we are taking a short tour of the shops to introduce Margaret to some of our neighbors.” Helene could see the disappointment in Harvey's face. “Harvey, would you care to join us?”

“I thought you'd never ask.”

After the tour of the shops, Leo drove them to the hospital grounds and the winery. It was the first time Harvey had seen the winery for himself although he'd heard about it.

“This is spectacular. Lou Rossi is mighty proud of his son as he should be. It looks like the grapes are growing nicely. They will be ready for harvesting any time now,” said Harvey.

Nick came around the corner and greeted the visitors. He had an office on the main floor. “You're right Harvey, we will be harvesting very soon. I'm hoping to recruit more grape pickers. Arthur Preston has posted notices around Greensboro, that should attract some workers.”

Nick gave them a tour of the facility. “It's quiet now but if harvesting goes well we will be fermenting those grapes very soon.”

“Shall we stop by the bakery on the way home? We could pick up a cake or pie to help Addie out with dinner tonight,” Harvey said as they were headed back to the automobile.

Just as the were walking to the front door of the bakery, a little boy was running out. He bumped into Harvey and dropped his cookie. He looked up at Harvey with the biggest, saddest eyes Harvey had every seen.

“I'm sorry little fella, I made you drop your cookie. Let's go back in and get you another.”

The little boy was silent but followed Harvey into the shop. Harvey picked out a dozen cookies and had Diana package them carefully for the boy. He handed them to the lad and he went running out the door again.

“Who was that little boy?” said Diana.

“Wasn't he in here buying a cookie just a little bit ago?”

“No, I've never seen him before. He probably swiped it. That happens a lot but I don't mind. The children usually suffer from a guilty conscience and come back the next day with their pennies in hand.”

“Well, now he has a dozen to eat. His punishment will be a tummy ache if he eats them all himself.”

While Harvey and the ladies were trying to choose among all the tempting baked goods, the door opened again. It was the same little boy with an older girl.

“Excuse me ma'am, my little brother came out of your shop with this package of cookies that he didn't pay for. How much do I owe you for them?”

Harvey spoke up, “Your brother didn't take those cookies, I gave them to him.”

“Thank you, sir, but we don't take charity. I will pay for the cookies if you let me know how much they cost.” She looked to Diana for an answer.

Diana saw the worn dress the girl was wearing. She said they were yesterday's cookies and were now a nickel for the dozen. The girl reached into her pocket and counted out 5 pennies handing them to Harvey.

Harvey knew the face of pride when he saw it and thanked the girl for the money. She and her brother left the store. Harvey glanced out the window and saw the girl hand out a cookie each to four other children. They walked down the street happily eating their cookies.

Diana had a tear in her eye. She was thinking of Iris and how she was all alone in the world the day she appeared at the fire house. Helene knew exactly what she was thinking. She had heard the story of when Iris found her way into town and into the hearts of Joe and Diana Taylor. Iris was a frequent visitor to the library and they had become very good friends.

Diana explained Iris' situation and also told how the Bentley's adopted Kenny and Becky. Will and Kate brought Billy and Butch into their home too.

“The number of abandoned and orphaned children is much higher than most of us realize. It breaks my heart to think of those forgotten children.”

“Margaret, you work with homeless boys in Albany.”

“Yes, there is a home in Albany where boys are housed and given nourishing meals. They all attend classes in a nearby school. The older boys have jobs in the community on weekends and during the summer. I work with them on their homework a few days a week. It's not an orphanage but a place where they are safe. They operate solely on donations from the community. It's a struggle to keep it going but they have managed now for 10 years. We do have success stories. One is Gabe Plummer. He was an orphan who came to the home when he saw the other boys playing in the yard. He was 15 at the time. Almost too old to be accepted. He was such an endearing young man he was allowed to stay. It was during the winter and he was so happy to be inside a warm place he did everything he could to help the staff. He spent most of his time in the kitchen cleaning the ovens and pots and pans. He watched the cook as she prepared uninteresting but nutritious meals. He also had a job in the local diner. The cook there took a liking to him and allowed him to experiment with various spices. Before long, he was teaching the experienced cook his tricks and the diner became the most popular eatery in the area. He was allowed to take portions of the spices home. The cook there was apprehensive at first but allowed Gabe to add this and that to her dishes. For the first time, the boys were asking for seconds. To make a long story short, the people who frequented the diner collected enough money for Gabe to attend a cooking school in New York City. He has since become Chef Gabriel at Bonne Voltaire, a very famous New York restaurant. Gabe has never forgotten his past. He travels to Albany once a month to teach cooking classes to the boys. They not only enjoy the classes, it helps them when they are out on their own to prepare nutritious meals for themselves.”

“I would be interested to learn more about this type of facility. I have a big house in Greensboro that might be suitable for such a venture.” said Harvey.

“Isn't that your home Harvey?” Helene asked.

“It is where I was existing until just a few months ago. I don't have any need for a house that big for just myself. Even though Greensboro has been home throughout my life, I am finding Camden Corners more and more appealing.”

As Leo drove through town, Margaret looked up and noticed the children they had seen earlier. “Look, an older boy has joined them, it looks as though he is sharing some good news with them. I certainly hope so, those youngsters appear to be in need of good news.”

After supper they all went to the concert. Leo drove the auto again and Leland took his horse and carriage. He didn't much like the new fangled automobiles although he had a feeling they were here to stay.

The concert was held in the gazebo in the park. They were just local people but they played their hearts out and everyone had a good time. Harvey noticed the children from earlier were standing to one side of the gazebo. Helene told about the young boy and the cookie. Millie, who had a soft spot for all children was concerned that they seemed to be ill prepared for the night that was turning cooler. They watched as the musicians packed their instruments and left the gazebo. The oldest boy led the others to the far side of the gazebo where they placed thin blankets on the hard seats. They were still nibbling on the sack of cookies from the bakery that afternoon.

“I'm going to ask where those children's parents are.” said Millie.

Leland tried to hold her back. “It's not our business my dear.”

“I'm making it my business. Look at the thin clothes those youngsters are wearing.” Millie walked over to them as the others followed.

“Young man, do you have a place to sleep tonight?”

“Yes ma'am, we do,” said the oldest boy.

“May I ask where?”

“I don't mean to seem disrespectful ma'am but we are just fine on our own. We don't need anyone interfering.”

“If you are planning to sleep on these benches, I would say you definitely need someone to interfere. These children need a nice warm bed to sleep in and some decent food in the stomachs. Tell me, where are your parents?”

“Please leave us alone. We will be fine.”

The youngest boy cried out. “Is the lady going to separate us, Bobby.”

“No, Ralphie. We will stay together, I promise. Please lady, leave us alone. You are upsetting my brothers and sisters.”

Harvey spoke up, “Young man, I think you had better tell us why you are settling down for the night in this gazebo. Miss Millie has asked you where your parents are and I suggest you tell her.”

“Our Ma and Pa are dead. I have a job starting tomorrow and I'm going to be able to find a place for us to live after I get paid. Now please, leave us alone.”

“No, you are all coming home with us. I have a house with more bedrooms than you have brothers and sisters. You will sleep in warm beds after Miss Addie fixes you a decent meal. Now pack up your blankets.”

Harvey could tell Bobby was about to protest. He said, “If you don't come with us, the sheriff might be interested to know what your business is in Camden Corners.”

The oldest girl said, “Bobby, let's go with them. The younger children are shivering and they are hungry. I don't think these people mean us any harm. You will let us stay together, won't you ma'am?” she pleaded.

“I promise you, no matter what happens, you will all be together now pile into the automobile if you would like to ride in it. Leo be especially careful with this precious cargo.”

The auto filled with children was headed toward Millie's home with the carriage following behind. “I don't know of anyone who will be able to take on seven children. Maybe I was too quick to make that promise but I won't have them separated so I'd better think of something.”

Harvey Wilson was sitting in the cramped carriage wondering if he should have Reggie Blackburn add another bedroom or two to the house he was building. Was he being foolish? He hadn't pictured himself as a father for many years. He wondered how Margaret would feel about raising a family at their ages. He would have to ask her tomorrow.

Staying Together

Bobby Warren might have enjoyed his first automobile ride if he hadn't been feeling like a failure. He wanted to jump out and take every one of his brothers and sisters with him. They would have been fine sleeping in the park tonight. It wouldn't be the worst place they'd ever spent the night. He had been assured he'd receive pay tomorrow evening for his work during the day and he planned to buy a tent he'd seen at the general store.

Leo noticed the other children were quiet and polite but obviously were delighted riding in the auto.

“What's your name, young man?” Leo asked Bobby.

“My name is Bobby Warren.”

The little boy sitting on his lap spoke up, “I'm Ralphie and these are my brothers and sisters. There's Teddy and Stevie and Willa and Callie.”

“You forgot me cried a tiny voice from the back seat. Lucille is my name but everybody calls me Lulu.”

“It's nice to meet you all. I think you are going to like Miss Millie's house. There are big comfortable beds with big fluffy comforters on them. My wife, Miss Addie, is the best cook in the world. She'll make sure you aren't hungry.”

“Mister I can take care of my family just fine. I'm going to start work tomorrow at the Hightower Winery. I told Mr. Rossi I would be there at 4:00 and now you are driving us far away from there. I'll have to leave at two in the morning to be able to get there on time.”

“Nonsense Bobby. I'll drive you there myself. I like to get up early to watch the sunrise.”

“We will all leave together in the morning. We are used to walking wherever we go. Thank you anyway sir.”

Leo was silent the rest of the way. He knew Millie would never let these children fend for themselves again. Bobby was in for a rude awakening if he thought life was going to continue the way it had been for this family.

“This is a mansion,” shouted Stevie from the back seat. “Is this where we are going to stay tonight?”

Bobby raised his voice to be heard of the excited voices. “Get your blankets and be quiet. We won't be here for long so don't start getting any fancy ideas.”

“Go ahead, Bobby, catch up with them. I'll bring the blankets.” Leo wasn't sure what he would do with the worn, thin blankets but he knew Millie would never let these children use them tonight.

The horse and buggy arrived a few minutes later. Harvey could see the silhouette of the seven children standing before this huge house. The sight pulled on his heartstrings.

“Come children, let's get in the warm house. Mr. Neville and Mr. Leo will find some clean clothes for you at the Mackenzie's. They have children of every size and will be willing to share until we can get you some new things.” Millie said

“We can't take your handouts ma'am. Warrens always fend for themselves. Our ma never took charity even after our pa died and we aren't going to either.”

Millie ignored his words and ushered the children upstairs into the living quarters. She was grateful that her deceased husband, Mr. Stout insisted on adding several bathrooms to the house. She couldn't imagine why they would need more than one but he was thinking ahead to the future. He imagined one day the home would be used as a boarding house and wanted to be sure there were plenty of bathrooms so that no one would be forced to use an outhouse again.

The women filled tubs for each of the smaller children. Bobby couldn't resist the bathtub when he saw it. Maybe just this once. It had been so long since he had soaked in a tub and never in a tub this luxurious. His Ma use to fill up the old metal wash tub on Saturday nights and scrub his back with lye soap. He would dry himself off with a scratchy towel. Miss Millie's towel felt like velvet next to his skin.

It wasn't long before his brothers and sisters were clean and decked out in new clothes, their hair slicked into place. Miss Addie had a place set for each one of them at the big table. The adults all had their tea or brandy.

Without prompting the children held hands and said a prayer before they ate. They were trying their best not to shovel food into their mouths but it was obvious this had been the first real meal they'd had in a very long time.

After dinner they all sat in the parlor as Miss Helene read them stories from a fairy tale book. These were the same stories she read to James when he was a youngster. It didn't take long before the younger children started drifting off. One by one they were carried into beds and tucked in. Margaret sat by their bedsides singing lullabies until they fell back to sleep.

Harvey sat with Bobby. “I know how hard it has been for you to accept what you consider charity, son. I think you will find as you grow older that it isn't charity but a friend offering a helping hand. Miss Millie saw you could use a bit of help tonight and offered her hand to you and the other children. You have done what you have to do to keep your family together. You even agreed to come here tonight so that we wouldn't call the sheriff. You knew if he got involved you would be forced to separate the children and that will never be an option for you. I'd like to hear what happened to your parents if you would like to tell me about it.”

Bobby liked this old man. He seemed to be able to read his mind. In fact, in spite of himself he liked all these old people. Ever since he and the children had been on their own they experienced the darker side of humans. They were forced to travel the undesirable areas of New York City and were chased away from most establishments. Sometimes a passerby would toss them a coin or two. Bobby felt the need to unburden himself and Harvey seemed the perfect one to listen to his story.

“Our pa worked on the big buildings in New York City. He was on scaffolding one day when the rope broke. He fell ten floors down. That was almost a year ago. My ma and sisters took in laundry and I worked delivering groceries for Mr. Ellis' General Store. We always had enough money to pay the rent and buy food. Ma said Pa wouldn't like it if we took charity so we didn't have any extras but except for missing Pa, we were doing fine. Then one day Ma started to cough. She got really sick and Willa went to get the doctor. He said she had Rheumatic fever and it did something to her heart. She was so weak she couldn't get out of bed. She kept getting sicker until one morning she didn't wake up. Willa tried to keep up with the laundry but she wasn't as good at it as Ma was and people stopped paying her do it. I still had my job at the store but there just wasn't very much money. I guess I should have paid the rent and not bought so much food because we got behind in the rent. When the landlord found out our Ma wasn't there and we were just children, he called the police. The policeman was very nice but he said we would have to go to orphanages. I knew that would mean we wouldn't ever be together again. After he left we took what we could carry in our arms and left the apartment. We have been on our own ever since.

Two days ago we were down by the railroad station and saw a boxcar with an open door. Without thinking I told the children to get on that boxcar and we would leave the city. By the time we arrived in Camden Corners, the children were getting tired. We got off the train without anyone seeing us. I spotted a handbill that said the Hightower Winery was looking for grape pickers. The children waited in the park while I went to see if they would hire me. I talked to Mr. Rossi and he said I could start in the morning. He said it was hard work but I know I can do it. Willa and Teddy will look for work in one of the shops. Callie is old enough to stay with the younger children while we work.”

“How old is Callie, son?”

“She turned 9 on her last birthday.”

“Son, you have an early day tomorrow. Maybe you'd better get to bed. I am staying at the boarding house down the road but I will be here tomorrow to check on your family. I know you will do a fine job picking grapes. Mr. Rossi is a very nice man. He will be a good boss too. Don't worry about the children. They will do just fine and together we will figure out a solution to your living arrangements.”

Harvey sat by himself in the parlor sipping his brandy. Margaret walked into the room.

“Are you having a hard time sleeping too? I can't stop thinking about those children and what is to happen to them,” said Margaret.

“I've been thinking of nothing but them. Tell me if you think this is a terrible idea. You remember I told you Reggie Blackburn is building a house for me by the lake. There are only four bedrooms but I don't think it's too late for Reggie to add a couple more. I'm thinking of adopting the children. Am I too old to do such a thing? I've never been married and never had a child of my own, do you think they would just laugh at me?”

“Harvey, I think it's a wonderful idea. I was thinking of adopting them myself. I have a big house in Albany and I know I would have enough room for all of them. I don't think either of us are too old to adopt but we may be too single. I understand they prefer placing children in two parent homes.”

“That would be a bonus if you would marry me Margaret. I was planning to court you in style before I asked you but under the circumstances, maybe we could do our courting after we are married.”

“Harvey, we barely know each other. It would be scandalous if we were married after such a short time. Who would have thought at my age I'd be involved in a scandal?” Margaret laughed.

“We both have a lot to think about. Maybe tomorrow we can meet with Oscar Crowley. I'd better get back to the boarding house. May I give you a kiss goodnight?” he asked

“Since we are contemplating a future together with our seven children, I think it would be very appropriate and also very welcome.”

Harvey took her in his arms and kissed her. He had forgotten how nice a woman felt against him. He wondered why he had wasted most of his life being an old curmudgeon. He had a good feeling that he would never be alone again and he was looking forward to sharing the future with the woman he loved.

Helene was saying goodnight to Neville when she noticed Margaret and Harvey walking hand in hand toward the porch. He kissed her again and they heard him say, “I love you Mama.”

“What in the world are you saying? Don't tell me Margaret is in the family way already,” Neville laughed.

“We are both thinking of being in the family way. The ready made type family,” said Harvey.

“Oh that would be wonderful. Neville and I were talking about that just now. We want those children to stay together and that would mean you would be staying in Camden Corners, Margaret.”

“I'd say there is a very good possibility of that happening.”

The two men walked down the hill together. “Neville, be honest with me. Do you think I'm crazy taking on a family of seven? I can't tell you why I feel the need to be a father at my age. I have fallen in love with a woman and seven children in just the last few days.”

“I'd say it was about time old chap. You are long overdue.”