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Samantha

From Meet Samantha

At four o’clock, Samantha stood outside the parlor doors looking like new. It was time for her hour with Grandmary. Samantha’s hair was combed, her ribbon was perfect, her skirt hung straight, and her stockings were repaired. She knocked softly on the door, then slipped though and made a quick curtsy to her grandmother.

Samantha thought Grandmary looked like a queen, especially during their sewing hour. Grandmary sat up very straight. Her velvet chair looked like a throne with her silk gown flowing around it. Her white hair seemed made for a crown, with never a strand out of place.

Samantha always tried to be a young lady, but it was a lot easier to remember how when Grandmary was watching. Samantha noticed that everyone behaved more like a lady when Grandmary was around.

“Good afternoon, Samantha,” said Grandmary

“Good afternoon, Grandmary.” Samantha squirmed ever so slightly. She didn’t know how, but Grandmary always seemed to know when she had been into mischief. But today, Grandmary didn’t ask questions. Instead, she smiled.

“Come sit down, my dear,” Grandmary said. She handed a small basket to Samantha. “You must try to work a little harder on your sampler. It’s not going very quickly.”

“Yes, Grandmary.” Samantha took her seat on a chair next to her grandmother. She picked up her sampler and sighed a little. When it was finished, the sampler would read “Actions speak louder than words.” Grandmary had explained this saying. She said it meant that how people act is more important than what they say. Samantha tried to imagine the words sewn in pink silk thread. Around them would be flowers and fruits made of complicated stitches that would show off her sewing skills. But the skills were slow in coming. So far the sampler read “Actions sp.”

Samantha stuck her tongue between her lips as she concentrated on a hard stitch. She glanced sideways to see if her grandmother looked in a good mood.

“Grandmary,” Samantha began.

“Yes, dear?”

“Did you see the doll in Schofield’s shop?” Samantha asked.

“Yes, dear, I did,” answered Grandmary.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” sighed Samantha.

“It’s quite a nice doll,” Grandmary said.

“Do you think I might have her?”

“Samantha, that is an expensive doll,” said Grandmary. “It costs six dollars. If you are going to grow up to be a responsible young lady, you must understand the value of a dollar.”

“I could earn the money to buy her, Grandmary. I could make boomerangs and sell them. The Boys’ Handy Book shows just how to do it. I could—”

“Samantha!” Grandmary was shocked. “ A lady does not earn money.”

Samantha had known there wasn’t much hope, but she added very quietly, “Cornelia says a woman should be able to earn money. She says women shouldn’t have to depend on men for everything. She says—“

“Cornelia has a great many newfangled notions,” announced Grandmary. “She should keep them to herself.”

Molly

From Molly Saves the Day

“I liked the way camp was before,” said Molly. “I don’t see why we have to mess everything up and go capturing flags.”

“Especially in canoes,” added Susan.

Linda shook her head. “The Color War is just a game. It’s supposed to be fun, not something to worry about. I mean, if we were going off to a real war or something, then I cold see being worried and scared.”

Molly nodded. “My dad told us he was scared before he went away to war,” she said. “But he said it was okay to be scared because that meant he had a chance to be brave.”

“Well, maybe this Color War will give us a chance to be brave,” said Linda. “If you can do something you’re scared to do, then you’re brave.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” said Susan. “You’re not scared of canoeing like I am or swimming underwater like Molly is.”

“Yeah,” said Molly, “you’re not scared of anything.”

“Oh, yes I am,” said Linda.

“Like what?” asked Susan.

“Well,” said Linda, “it’s really stupid but I’m scared of creepy crawly things, like spiders and bugs. Worms are the worst.” Linda moved her fingers like wiggling worms and made a face so that Molly and Susan had to laugh. “Slimy worms! Ugh! I hate them!”

“Really?” said Molly. It cheered her up to know that Linda was scared of something sort of silly, like worms.

“Yes, really,” said Linda. “But at least I can joke about it. You don’t see me lying awake at night worrying about it. So don’t you two worry about Dorinda, or canoes, or swimming underwater. Don’t take this Color War so seriously. It won’t last forever, right?”

“Right,” said Molly and Susan.

“Okay,” said Linda. She rolled over and pulled her blankets up to her chin. “Go to sleep and that’s an order!”

“Yes, sir!” giggled Susan. She rolled over and closed her eyes.

Molly turned off her flashlight and closed her eyes, but she didn’t follow the order. She didn’t fall asleep for a long, long time. Linda wasn’t worried about the Color War, but Molly still was. Maybe the Color War would be her big chance to be brave. But she wondered if she really wanted that chance.