Mary Day Orchard

By Alexander Crowder

The author wants the reader to know he is into LOVE – whether affecting his heart or someone else's – as is the main character in this book – who dispenses love freely – never condemning the actions of those who know nothing of its existence and the want to understand its absence. Love conquers insecurities, respect for one–self and others, fears and bullying. To exist without it is unacceptable. After the author drove away from an orphanage while visiting China – he questioned if an orphan had the right to ask for anything. The reader will travel approximately 19 years with the main character after being found on the front steps of an orphanage in an apple scented fruit box.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: May 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9781644247778

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Mary Day Orchard

Alexander Crowder

Copyright © 2019 Alexander Crowder

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc. 2019

ISBN 978-1-64424-776-1 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64424-777-8 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

A HISTORY

PART 1

PART 2

A HISTORY

Mary had never known a life other than the one she had lived and was living at the Home for Foundlings in Philadelphia. Of the girls at the orphanage - she had lived there the longest. She was discovered lying in a small wooden box smelling of apples left in front of the orphanage’s two large entrance doors. The person who had left her had been concerned about her warmth and comfort - since she had been wrapped in a thick wool blanket and under her a folded blanket acted as a soft mattress. Pinned to her blanket was a note - advising her true day of birth.

She had never been told of her arrival in a box or her name – Mary Day – had been taken from the colorful paper label glued to the side of the box - which read - Mary Day Orchard. If someone had called out - Mary Day – she would have not responded.

The shelter, clothing, food and schooling she had received may have been drab, bland and plain - but adequately filled her needs and eagerly looked forward to the start of each day. She never expected better or more – for she did not know there was better or more - but something deep down inside her told her to observe all encountered in case there was. She first suspected there might be more when she wondered where the teachers and daytime matrons disappeared at night. Maybe beyond the orphanage’s walls – since there seemed to be no other place.

Even though her daily wardrobe - a plain grey smock and black boot-like shoes – was not in the height of fashion – it did not mean she did not look forward to receiving replacements when needed. A new pair of boots or smock string tied in brown paper was always a delight to find on her cot. She relished the unwrapping - for there was always the possibility - that what was suspected might not be and that made the unwrapping an exciting event. The new items confirmed she had grown and her identity had not been lost among the many girl orphans. She knew she was she and happy others did too.

Even though her meals would taste bland to outsiders – at times she eagerly looked forward to eating certain dishes - since their familiarity would satisfy certain cravings. It was as if one had a mother who was a terrible cook - but over time one grew to like certain dishes.

Even though her school subjects were limited - they still offered challenges she easily met - for she was most intelligent and loved finishing chapters in her school books to start new ones.

Her acceptance and obedience to orphanage rules did not allow choices. The only free thinking allowed was to use her own sense for completing her studies and caring for the girls in her charge and their safety. She did at times have thoughts or questions due to curiosity – but they would disappear - knowing there would not be answers and her daily schedule did not allow pondering. At night she usually fell asleep the moment her head rested on her cot - since she had very full days. There were nights when she would tend a sick child – but still rose early the next morning.

Her nature to please contributed to the pleasant relationship she had with everyone. She had never been abused or seen abuse and was very trusting. In fact - she had no idea abuse existed. She was always conscience of others’ feelings and never anything other than loving – for it was who she was.

Her daily routine was controlled by the matrons, teachers and the clocks in the various rooms she traveled. The hands of the clocks reminded her - where she was to be each minute of each day and what was expected of her. She washed, changed and dressed the babies and totes in her care and assisted with their breakfast as she attempted to eat her own and later attended school the remainder of her mornings. Later she mothered them until bedtime.

Only girls were housed and educated in the wing she lived in. The boy orphans resided in another wing - so she knew nothing of them except seeing them in the dining room where there was no personal contact - since girls and boys entered and departed from different corridors. One could say they were ships passing in the night. The huge room was divided into two separate eating areas with tables and benches. A floor to ceiling wood spindled wall separated the two areas and were monitored closely by the matrons and proctors. Since the orphans could not be trusted to bring their food to their tables without accident or spilling the contents of the bowls – a matron and a proctor served the food from rolling carts at the tables. Mary never had time to be curious about boys – since her meals were always rushed trying to feed herself and the youngsters in her care - who were not always willing to eat. She had never talked to a boy and would not have known of the boys’ existence (and the boys of the girls) if it were not for sharing the dining hall. Even their walled playgrounds were located at different sides of the orphanage and were successfully kept a part.

Mary’s favorites were the toddlers - who no longer had to be bottle fed - using their newfound legs and tongues. Their reactions to all they encountered gave her pleasure. Because they were messy, soiled their diapers and required spoon feeding and could tire one - did not mean they were not wonderful to tend to. Mary loved their individual appeal and infectious antics - which displayed each child’s special charm.

She had never forgotten the special attention she had received from Matron Smith when she disappeared without an as to why. She had been in Matron Smith’s care the first five years of her life and even though there had never been kisses or hugs – there had been enough of something wonderful Mary could not name. Truth be told - Matron Smith had been discharged after attempting to adopt Mary and having learned Mary would never be allowed to be adopted – due to her financial value to the orphanage. To find a new position – she would require a letter from the orphanage stating she had been an excellent worker. To receive it - she was made to sign an agreement to never discuss Mary and the orphanage with anyone. Being alone and having no one to assist her if she could not find work - she signed the agreement and left. Even though Matron Smith had been gone the past seven years - Mary still carried loving thoughts of her and why would she not – since it was her special something – which Mary would use to create a family. To the babies and tots she was mother and to the older girl their sister. Mary’s love was dispensed in the purest form without thought or force.

Having never been outside the walls of the orphanage – she considered her life to be life. If she had been allowed to step into the outside world - everyday things would have been foreign. She was imprisoned more than a person in a prison - because they knew the outside world and yearned to be released into it again - when she would not want or seek release not knowing better. Released to go where?? Released to do what? She never had - When I grow up I want to be – dreams lacking the knowledge and reasons that create hope and change.

The orphanage may have hindered her understanding of the world – but not her curiosity – which began to grow when she began yearly visits to Claire Thornton Magnus’ yearly pre-Christmas party at Arthur House - a huge mansion and estate – named for her deceased husband. Those four outings caused her to focus her thoughts on the two worlds inside and outside the orphanage walls being so different. She needed to understand why her world was bleak and the outside so bright? Something told her - it was not just the riches and grandeur she had seen at Arthur House – but nature and people as seen from the limousine windows when traveling to and from Arthur House. On her first trip - it had been impossible to understand all that had happened that day. Although overwhelming and puzzling - she did not want to erase any of it – for it held such beauty and wonderment and the want to learn and understand more. On future visits - she did learn more and kept it to herself as told.

The morning after her first visit – to end the children’s many questions where she had been the day before - she jokingly told them - It is a secret - however - if you continue to be good - I might one day be allowed to tell you.

A secret – what is a secret?? They all asked in unison.

A secret is something that must stay hidden for many reasons – some good and some bad. It is something so special a person keeps it only for oneself – not sharing it with anyone until the time is perfect. Sometimes - there is never a correct time and it will never be shared.

The disappointment on their faces told Mary – she must stand her ground. Don’t you agree we are all allowed to have our own secrets?

The orphans nodded in agreement.

One of the girls asked. Can we ask you sometime in the future if the time for telling the secret has arrived – for the time could come and you did not realize it was time?

Mary’s secret was not forgotten and over time was asked many times - always replying - Not just yet – but I will tell you when I am allowed. The word allowed saved Mary from her conscience weighing heavy on her mind.

On her first visit in the long black car called a limousine - she wished she had been taller to gain a better view from the window. To do so - she sat on her knees and quickly learned to keep her breath away from the window’s cold surface – to not fog all to be viewed. She was especially intrigued seeing boys and girls together. "How could this be?? Boys and girls are kept separate at the orphanage. Where were the matrons? Why would boys and girls hold hands? Would boys and girls like each other?" Since she had never known a boy - she now found herself thinking of a time - when she might meet a boy to learn more. She guessed. "Maybe boys are nice." If the older boys at the orphanage took care of the babies, tots and younger boys as she took care of her girls love and patience was required. So, boys would have to be nice. With no one to answer her questions – those thoughts were put in the back of her mind – until they appeared again.

Her future trips to Mrs. Magnus’ mansion had made her such a seasoned traveler she came to know the route of the automobile by heart and what attractions lay ahead. She always hoped for a clear sunny day – so all viewed would be as should be and may be something new. With the passing of each year came growth in height - which allowed her to sit higher on the car seat to view even more as she rode. She now had favorite things to seek and made sure she saw them. Even though she was still not sure what she was viewing and did not know the proper names – the anxiety waiting for them to appear and finally seeing them - gave her immense pleasure - since there was nothing to compare them to at the orphanage. What had become her favorite things to look for could be anything – people, buildings, animals, parks, bridges, houses and anything that glowed on her return trip – be it street lamps, windows or store signs. Because she traveled to Mrs. Magnus’ in daylight and returned to the orphanage in the dark - each offered different treats for her eyes and mind. During her daylight ride – she loved the way the sun gave life to all and its effect on the snow. In fact - so bright - until her eyes adjusted - she had felt somewhat blinded. Nothing at the orphanage had ever been so white or bright. During the evening return ride, she loved seeing the countless stars and the how the moon’s reflection made the snow’s frozen crust twinkle as one moved. The moon fascinated her as it followed the automobile as if in a race. There was no winner - for when the car stopped – the moon stopped. When the car moved again - the moon also moved with neither ever getting ahead of the other.

On her first visit to Arthur House the existence of Christmas trees became known to her from the decorated trees there - that were majestic and magical - due to their great heights, colorful garlands, mirrored glass bulbs and silver tinsel cascading downward like a waterfall from the shinning stars on the tops. She now knew what she was viewing in the windows of the houses the car past on her return trip to the orphanage. The colors she had seen - be they nature’s or man’s creations – confirmed the unfairness of their loss in the children’s world. In the past she did not have a problem with the orphanage’s drabness – but now knew light and color.

Mary found vivid colors awakened her mind and energized her - while paler colors calmed her. To escape the orphanage’s drabness - she used what the children radiated. It could be the eyes, hair, skin or a combination of all. Their rosy cheeks, pink lips and pearl-like smiles. Their colors had a celestial effect and associated the tots and babies with the baby angels she had seen among the Christmas decorations at Arthur House and felt each child to have the same beauty. She knew the word orphan but did not feel its meaning totally applied to her or the children. They were a family. An orphan would truly be an orphan - but only if alone.

She had never been told she was special in any way. Orphanage rules prevented certain words being said by the matrons and teachers. Silently she was adored.

The matrons were thankful for Mary’s help with the small children. If it wasn’t for her - there were times they could not have completed what was expected of them. She was especially needed when a child was ill - since a matron’s routine did not allow time for nursing. Mary was especially needed at night - when most of the matrons had gone home. No one could soothe a sick child into a deep sleep with motherly cuddling and soft humming as Mary.

When the children played outside they saw only three colors. The faded red brick facade of the orphanage and its high walls, the gray stone pavement beneath their feet and the blue of the sky if it blue that day. Because the yard and play areas were paved trees and plantings did not exist. Nor a bench for sitting.

The interior walls of the orphanage were drab. What little sunlight filtered in could not give them life. Drab does not reflect light. The furniture was harsh in construction and appearance and could only be called sturdy. The pull-down shades controlled the in-coming light. The only softness in the children’s lives was the thin mattress on their narrow cots. Though no bed pillows - the orphans did not miss something they never had and would immediately fall asleep. The harshness of the orphanage’s interior was noted to better understand the effect of Mary’s beauty, since bleakness immediately disappeared from any room she entered. Girls have eyes, but not huge blue-green pools glistening even on dark days. Girls have hair – but not spun gold glistening as a crown. Gold could have not gleamed more. An artist could have not created a more beautiful face. Strangers viewing Mary saw only her external beauty and knew nothing of her loving heart – for if they had – all viewed would be magnified.

Mary’s life had been the same every day of the year except for two days. One in November when she was secretly measured for the clothing and shoes she would wear to Claire Thornton Magnus’ pre-Christmas party and the day she attended. The start of both days took place in a beautiful apartment within the orphanage. The day of the party she was bathed and dressed by a lady she would learn was Lucy Morgan, who had taken her measurements the month before. Each year there was a lovely dress, shoes, stockings, lace undergarments and satin ribbons for her hair. There was also a coat, mittens and boots to protect her shoes from the snow.

The taking of her measurements alerted Mary she would again be going to Mrs. Magnus’ home. When first taken to the apartment for measuring she had no idea such a place existed. It was Head Mistress Black’s private apartment, who she had never met. Entering was always as if coming from darkness into light and she always had to adjust her eyes once inside. She always found it difficult to believe such beautiful rooms and furnishings existed within the orphanage. The smaller room off the bedroom fascinated her most. In it was a large white tub filled with hot steamy water. Lily of the Valley was printed on the paper wrapper identifying the scent of the soap. So large was the tub - her body did not touch its sides and the water was just below her neck when sitting in it. The bright colored shiny floor and wall tiles looked to be of glass. Her morning washings in the orphanage always took place standing at a trough-like sink and during winter the ice-cold water made her and the children shiver. The very young children would close their eyes - to not see the ice-cold washcloth approaching their faces. It was better to not know when the shock would be felt. The soap Mary used for daily washings did not lather - nor was it scented. On extremely cold mornings as she washed herself, she would recall her yearly hot soapy soaking in the big white tub and again inhale that intoxicating scented soap. It was a wonderful memory for anyone – orphan or not - who was never pampered. To again be swaddled in the softness of the big fluffy towels was the warmth she also longed for. After her first visit to Arthur House and all other visits, the orphans would question the lingering scent of the soap and she would politely ignore their questioning not having any other choice.

Since she and the other orphans were never allowed to venture outside during the winter, there was not a need for each child to own a winter coat. The orphanage felt money was saved by not having to buy coats and the children would stay healthier by not going out into the cold. They always kept one small, one medium and one large coat available for an emergency outing – such as a hospital visit – if a child was ill. It did mean going beyond the walls – but these girls and boys never saw anything except the ceiling of the automobile while in a reclining position. A child might later talk of the trip - but it would not be exciting.

Since Mary had never been ill, she had never seen or worn a coat. When she first saw the lovely coat among the clothing she was to wear on her first visit to Arthur House she asked to know its name and purpose. It was somewhat like a dress – but not a dress and required help putting it on – since her dress had long sleeves. She felt confined. The moment the chilly air touched her face when outside - understood its purpose. The coats she had worn the past years were of assorted colors and each always had a fur collar and cuffs. She especially loved the cuffs and constantly stroked her cheek to feel the softness of the fur as the car rolled on.

Since she could not view herself dressed, she was always happy she had seen each dress as it lay on the bed. When dressed - Lucy would comment aloud as her eyes glazed over Mary. How beautiful. "How perfectly beautiful." which Mary took to mean the dress.

Lucy Morgan always greeted Mary with a smile and a Good morning upon entering the apartment and "Have a wonderful day." as Mary entered the limousine. Upon Mary’s return assisted with the removal her garments and shoes and redressed in her orphan’s attire. There was always a Goodbye as Mary exited the apartment into the dark corridor. Very little was usually said. Lucy remembered Head Mistress Black’s warning to mind her words, since Mary had to return to the other orphans. Mary knew nothing about Lucy Morgan. She did find her to be gentle - but rushed - so she would be ready when Mrs. Magnus’ car arrived.

As the pre-Christmas party approached each year, Lucy Morgan found she eagerly looked forward to dressing Mary. It had become more enjoyable than the decorating a Christmas tree – which she had always loved. Seeing Mary each year confirmed to Lucy God did exist. Only God could have created such an exquisite creature - whose beauty and radiance magnified as she grew each year. Mary’s child-like features were now those of a young girl and Lucy knew if Mary attended Claire Thornton Magnus’ party in her plain everyday grey smock, she would be the most beautiful person there. Since Arthur House was exquisitely beautiful and perfect. Mary and her attire had to be such too.

Lucy Morgan was secretary to Head Mistress Black director of the orphanage. The first measuring and bathing and dressing of Mary were not part of her job. She did it to please Head Mistress Black, who had asked her to do it as a personal favor. A favor - so special - she was not allowed to discuss it with anyone. No one was to know of Mary’s preparation and visit to Arthur House. The beautiful rooms were Head Mistress Black’s private apartment located in the main part of the orphanage. Mary may have entered through its back door. Once dressed in her finery exited the front door taking the stairs to the main area of the orphanage where business was conducted. Mary had only been in this area one time. The day she had been found on the front steps in the wooden box smelling of apples – which later had been set on the reception desk and entered as Mary Day in the admittance book. Since Mary’s departures to Arthur House were very early the people who worked in the reception area would not be there - nor when she returned late in the evening.

Very few people had ever viewed Head Mistress Black’s apartment. The people who took care of the orphans would not have known of its existence, since they entered and departed through the plain door located on the side of the orphanage. Lucy Morgan controlled who could see Head Mistress Black and most visitors needed an appointment. The wealthy supporters did NOT and were always allowed to enter her office on arrival. Head Mistress Black had full trust in her for doing her job so well it led to her bathing and dressing Mary each year.

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When Lucy was asked to take Mary’s measurements and later bathe and dress her the morning of the first party. She agreed – though not prepared. Mistress Black had never spoken of Mary’s beauty – since words would not have been adequate and wanted Lucy to feel the full impact felt when first viewing Mary.

At the first measuring - Lucy said as few words as possible and did not tell Mary her name – in case she accidently told someone of their meeting. She thought she had taken the measurements correctly, however when finished, she had to retake them - since her concentration had been broken many times by Mary’s allure - having found it almost impossible to remove her eyes from her. Mary in awe of the room and confused as to why she was being the measured said nothing. She assumed Lucy Morgan was measuring her to see if she had grown. But also thought that to be peculiar - since no one had ever measured her before and usually found out if she had grown when new clothing or shoes were found on her cot. When the measuring was completed Mary was immediately returned to the orphans’ quarters – remembering Lucy’s only words.

Mary – do you know what a secret is? - Asked Lucy.

No Ma’am. - Replied Mary.

Lucy had asked the question - knowing the word ‘secret’ might be a word foreign to an orphan. A secret is something one keeps to one’s self and is not to be shared with anyone. Said Lucy. It is kept for safe keeping - since it could cause or have a serious effect on others. Everything about your visit here today and the taking of your measurements is a secret. You are not allowed to share it with anyone. That means – none of the children or any of the matrons.

Mary nodded she understood.

Since Mary had been taken from her bed two hours before her and the children’s usual wakeup time - no one was awake when she returned to her cot. She would later wonder if the measurements would show she had grown. She thought they would.

Over the next weeks Mary’s clothing would be cut and sewn for her to wear at Mrs. Magnus’ party. When dressed she would still not have any idea the clothing was for her entrance into the outside world.

Head Mistress Black divulged Mary’s importance to the orphanage when Lucy informed her the measurements had been taken and she found Mary to be the most beautiful child she had ever seen.

Many would agree with you. Replied Head Mistress Black.

Many? Why would you say many? Asked Lucy.

Because that figure is accurate - since wealthy people have been viewing her all the years she has been here. After a pause Head Mistress Black continued. "In fact, her beauty has worked AGAINST her.

How could her beauty have worked against her? Questioned Lucy.

She became a captured sparrow the moment the value of her beauty was realized by the people who run this orphanage. Answered Head Mistress Black.

I don’t understand. Said Lucy.

Due to the orphanage’s financial needs - the doors have always been locked to Mary. Pausing for her next words – Head Mistress Black continued. Her adoption has never been allowed - nor will it ever be allowed – unless certain promises are kept.

Promises? Asked Lucy.

Head Mistress Black ignored her question and continued. "Wealthy people have always appreciated beauty and its marvelous effect on their senses and lives – be it in the form of paintings, sculpture or nature. Live beauty affects the senses more. The rich have the funds to purchase art and time to study and absorb its effect on their moods to vanquish boredom. The wealthy would never let beauty be destroyed. Mary’s beauty and her being a child requires DOUBLE protection." She paused to ponder her next words. There was a time not long ago - when this orphanage was lacking funds to keep its doors open. Then a miracle happened - when kind wealthy ladies heard of our plight and asked if they could tour the orphanage to understand our needs. Mary at the time was just a tot spending her days in the nursery - which was one of the rooms they asked to see. She would not remember her performance that day or all that followed - but all touched the ladies’ hearts to where each asked to hold her. Rich society women don’t usually ask to hold a child they have just met – especially an orphan. In Mary’s case - they couldn’t get enough of her. There were other orphans in the nursery that day - but Mary’s beauty and aura overshadowed them to not seen. Later – in my apartment serving tea - their only questions concerned Mary and what could they do to benefit both her and the orphanage. Mary had captured their hearts just being Mary. That was the day the orphanage learned the way to a rich person’s heart and purse and the ladies learned the perils that could affect Mary’s life - if not protected. She has been paraded in front of the wealthy since then. It worked like bees seeking nectar. Her beauty immediately brought in and has continued to bring in donations to where the orphanage survived. It has been so successful – she is referred to as ‘Our Dear One’ - when they talk or ask of her." She paused again. I continually thank God for giving Mary to us. It is a shame how desperation caused the orphanage to lie in order to survive when Mary’s value was known.

Did you just say LIE? Asked Lucy.

Many wealthy people wanted to adopt her. All were informed her aunt would be taking her as soon as her situation in life improved. It’s a story which worked - since a blood relative would have first choice before strangers.

Lucy asked. I assume Mrs. Claire Thornton Magnus has a part in this story?

Not originally. Answered Head Mistress Black. "But later more than the other patrons. She had learned of our needs from the wealthy ladies - who first supported the orphanage. No one can say when she became transfixed by Mary. Maybe she saw Mary as the daughter she never had. From then on she became Mary’s most ardent supporter - whose huge donations financially aided the orphanage immensely." Needing to refresh her memory Head Mistress Black stopped speaking for a moment and then continued. Claire Magnus has stated on various occasions she has plans for Mary’s future. Mind you - she still has not said what they are. But we believe her - since she has continued her support and has a reputation for being forthright and honest. She is most respected and does not have an heir to leave her vast fortune to. Mary could be that heir one day. Let us hope Mary’s future is with her.

If Claire Thornton Magnus takes Mary one day will her donations to the orphanage stop? Asked Lucy.

That’s an excellent question. Said Head Mistress Black. Her donations will not stop. The payments come from the foundation she established in her husband’s name - which gives the orphanage a set amount of money each year. We should not have money problems in the future whether or not she adopts Mary.

Lucy - wanting to know more - quietly did her own investigation into Mary’s past and later discovered Mary’s name to be missing from the list of children available for adoption. Mary was a captured sparrow. Maybe for a good reason.

During her short lifetime Mary had seen many girl orphans abruptly disappear. She had considered the girls to be her sisters and their sudden disappearance always caused both sadness and delight. Sadness - because they were no longer in her life and delight thinking each now had a family and a home. It took Mary a long time to accept each girl’s departure and at times wondered why she was still at the orphanage and who had brought her there - since a baby needed to be carried. Who had carried her?? What wrong had she done as a baby to have been left at the orphanage? Don’t all mothers want to keep their babies?

Claire Thornton Magnus" beloved husband Arthur had died accidently. He was the love of her life and her closest and dearest friend. While courting they had planned a long future - which included marriage, children and even the house they would build. No one could have foreseen the accident - which would take Arthur’s young life. While honeymooning in Pennsylvania – he agreed to inspect several coal mines in the area owned by his family – since he was a recent graduate engineer. The collapse in one of the mines took his life along with others. Claire was inconsolable – for she had been waiting for him outside the mine. How better her life would have been if she had been left with children to fill the void left by his absence - but it was not to be having just wed.

Claire devoted her time and energy to the businesses she had inherited and later to the many she had purchased the past twenty years - which had made her even wealthier. Her vast wealth allowed her to do as she pleased - since it gave her power to have her way in business matters. People came to her – she did not have to go to them – since she could aid them as a partner in proposed ventures. Her business matters and personal affairs were conducted from her private office at Arthur House just outside of Philadelphia. She usually only left her home for church, the orphanage and to view or purchase beautiful objects or paintings for her private collection. She was listed so high in the Philadelphia social register – some said she herself was the social register. She did attend all balls and social functions benefiting the city, the Arts and charities. She did not have to stay long – just long enough to make her presence felt and to show society the occasion was worthy because she supported it. Since Arthur House was a palace in size - offering her every comfort and luxury - why would she want to venture out? Anyone - who had seen its interior splendor and walked its beautiful gardens - would have agreed - there was not a reason to leave. Claire seldom invited guests to her home or entertained - but did make an exception each year during Christmas season to extend good will to the people who contributed to her both her wealth and social position. She did not have many close friends – because after Arthur’s death – due to her continued grief – she had let past friendships slip away. In fact - because of her unending mourning – she wore only black the past twenty years. People privately talked of her attire and wished such an attractive woman would wear lighter colors again

Being both a connoisseur and collector of beautiful things Claire was immediately taken by Mary’s alluring beauty when first seen. So much so - she purposely returned to the orphanage many times to reconfirm its effect on her as being the same as viewing a painting. She knew she needed to understand why this young girl’s being was more impressive than the beautiful paintings and art objects she owned. As Mary’s benefactor Mary was not available for adoption having her own plans for her future. But WHEN – since Mary’s life changed two days a year. When measured and when expected to be at Arthur House. Was the problem Mary’s age and Claire thinking an older child would bring less parental concerns? If it was the problem – Mary was aging each year and eventually might not be the problem.

Claire had not made an attempt to talk with Mary when she visited the orphanage and only viewed her from afar – having never spent time with children and feeling she lacked proper words. Also - since eyes were always on Claire Thornton Magnus - why let the world know of her attraction to Mary. At Arthur House – her welcomes and good-byes were innocently thought to be enough – with guests watching. It was true - with all her power and wealth Claire Thornton Magnus was by nature somewhat shy and unsure regarding human relationships – especially with a child. However - she wasn’t shy when it came to her business empire.

When Mary departed the beautiful apartment after her visits to Arthur House in her grey smock and boot like shoes - she always left with something - which could not be taken away by Lucy Morgan as was the attire she had worn that day - the intoxicating Lily of the Valley scent – which permeated her body from her bath. Until it faded from her person - she felt to be beyond the walls in a field of flowers. The children used any reason to cling to her to inhale something so captivatingly foreign in their lives and always questioned where she had been the day before. She knew there would be questions - being the hen who knew her chicks and was always prepared to satisfy their curiosity with the least she could reveal – but a lot to them.

Since all had come and gone so quickly after her first visit to Arthur House - Mary did not believe she had been there and if so. WHY? In time with four visits behind her - she matured to where she felt somewhat familiar with the outside surroundings and certain people. She accepted the day and party belonged to others. All else was controlled. Her bath, her attire and the rides to and from Arthur House and her only having to arrive, sit, eat and leave - nothing more – nothing less. It was a wiser Mary beginning to understand - all that glitters must glitter in its proper place and Arthur House was NOT her place.

She understood the finery she had worn would be out of place at the orphanage – but wished she would have been allowed to keep the beautiful porcelain doll in the red velvet coat and hat Mrs. Magnus’ maid had hurriedly put in her arms on her first visit as she stood in the foyer waiting for the limousine to take her back to the orphanage. The time allowed her the opportunity to examine the beauty of the doll - which she found mesmerizing and magical. It looked to be a real girl with moveable arms and legs, delicate hands, jet black hair and large blue eyes that opened and closed when moved. Its eyelashes felt to be real. She wanted to immediately unbutton the coat to see if there was a dress to view. If the dress matched the beauty of the coat and hat - it would truly be special. Anne Hayes’ voice broke her thought.

"Walk directly to the limousine Mary - where the chauffer is holding the door open for you. I hope you had a lovely time and hope to see you again."

In the car she had hoped to view the doll and its clothing. It was not to be. The interior of the car was the darkest of dark. She still thought of the doll almost five years later and was thankful she had both cuddled and caressed it as the limousine sped along – never suspecting the doll would be taken away. The Almost could have been feeling. had never left her. She knew the doll had been too beautiful to have been thrown away and must have been given to another girl. That thought had made her envious for the first time in her life – knowing the girl had seen what was under the doll’s beautiful coat. Such a thought brought discomfort. The loss of the doll confirmed things in life could be fleeting. Here one moment – gone the next. She would accept the doll would have no place in an orphanage.

After attending Claire Magnus’ party the past four years Mary did NOT want to return – but did not know how to say so. Her thoughts of past visits brought back the same puzzlement and questions - which confirmed her to be imperfect for reasons she did not understand. Imperfect being herself?? Mary questioned why the orphanage would send an imperfect girl to the party to socialize with wealthy people whose ways were not the ways of the orphanage.

Nothing changed. Claire Thornton Magus always greeted arriving guests in the Grand Salon. After cordial niceties - guests could decide whether to socialize there or continue to the solarium – which most did - finding it a wondrous place – due to its massive glass ceiling and tall glass walls and numerous plantings, flowers, ferns and trees – making a person feel as if in a beautiful garden making it delightful all times of the year – but more so in winter – due to the rays of the sun penetrating the glass roof and allowing one to warmly view the snow-covered landscape. The low wall surrounding the shallow pool offered perfect bench height seating. An Italian sculpture rose upward from the center of the pool with cherubs situated at various heights holding titled urns allowed water to cascade downward. The floating lilies and pads added color to the water.

The grand salon was GRAND – offering only the best for relaxation and comfort. All fabrics were silk - including those on certain walls. The brocade covered sofas and chairs were plump with down cushions. Exquisite plaster relief work of vines, leaves, flowers and birds gave depth to some walls and the ceiling. The two huge carved marble fireplaces at opposite ends of the vast room were in themselves works of art - as were the gilded mirrors - which magnified the light from the many chandeliers. Because the grand salon was extremely large - many groupings of sofas, chairs and tables were needed for intimate seating. The white walls complimented the pastel colors of the fabrics and allowed the oriental rugs to radiate their design and colors.

After four visits Mary still did not have any idea who the guests were – but knew which guests knew each other – for they huddled in their own groupings as they talked, drank eggnog and sampled finger food.

Mary remembered her first visit as being different from the rest. Due to boredom she ended up on a most comfortable sofa in front of the huge fireplace at the far end of the salon – where the back of the sofa hid her presence. It took two tours of the solarium and the salon and the ladies private chamber for Anne Hayes to find her. Anne Hayes did not show it – but was frightened during her search. When she located Mary– she needed a minute or two to regain her composure. Mary seemed fine when she visited her and assumed all was well. Mary unsure and afraid to reveal she was thirsty and hungry had said No. when asked if she required anything. Asking for anything was foreign to her - especially drink and food. When Anne Hayes first brought Mary into the salon – Joseph and the maids assumed she was watching over her and she thought they would attend Mary.

When guests began to leave Mary thought she would be leaving, but leaving hungry and thirsty. It was not to be. The guests departing had been invited for eggnog and hoes d’oeuvres and not the holiday dinner - which was still to be served in the dining room which had been closed to all guests. Departing guests knew the appropriate time to leave as stated in their invitations and did not know a dinner was to be served. Even if they had known - they would still be thrilled to have been invited for the eggnog - because an invitation of any kind to Arthur House was desired and sought by many. When the guests who were not invited to dinner were gone - Anne appeared and informed Mary - Joseph would escort her to her seat in the dining room when the doors opened. Knowing she would be fed immediately lifted her spirits along with the drowsiness from the heat of the fire and hope the dining room might be an adventure to help ease her boredom.

After her first visit Mary became accustomed to sitting by the fireplace watching the flames dance. She loved the warmth it emitted – since having never felt such comfort at the orphanage in winter. She knew the crackling of the burning wood and a word or two with Anne Hayes and Joseph would be all she would hear after her arrival greeting from Claire Magnus. Since she had no one to talk to - she at times concentrated on the activities taking place in the Grand Salon by moving from the sofa facing the fireplace to a side chair – to watch the guests’ reactions as Claire Thornton Magnus moved about the room talking with each. Claire may have been dressed in black - but her jewels could be blinding as light from the chandeliers played on them. The only thing she lacked was a crown. Mary found the more she viewed Claire the lovelier she appeared – not realizing Claire was in her late thirties. People assumed her to be older due to being a wealthy business woman. Once seated on a large pillowed divan in the center of the salon – she reigned as she should - for she had earned the right to do so and chose who would have the honor of sitting at her side. As each guest left her presence - one could see the pleasure she had bestowed. A request from her to sit at her side was the ultimate - for it immediately gave a guest status and importance - not only in the room - but also in business and Philadelphia society - once the gossip spread. Those beckoned to sit at her side – knew not to sit too long – for it would be improper to prevent others from receiving her highly sought anointing.

All visits after the first to Arthur House were more or less the same – except she and Joseph had become closer – with him calling her Mistress Mary and she him Mr. Joseph. Mary was usually half asleep when he came to escort her to the dining room. She would immediately shake her sleepiness off - so others would not notice - with deep breaths and blinking her eyes to get them fully open as she walked behind him.

Being the last to be taken into the dining room – Mary disliked the penetrating stares. It was a shame not one person viewing her was a friend. All had the same curiosity - Mary had about herself.

Claire always sat at the head of the table and Mary’s seat was always the furthest from her. Mary knew there would be thirty people dining. It was the number of persons she had counted in the past. Only Joseph and the maids talked to her. Their words concerned food choices – causing her confusion on her first visit - not knowing any of the foods being served. Joseph decided she should try a little of everything and identified the meats and vegetables. She agreed and got the opportunity to decide which she liked best.

Since Claire Thornton Magnus never introduced Mary to the guests or contributed information regarding her identity – it did not mean Mary did not have an identity. She had developed a following over years and was the main topic of discussion for weeks after Claire’s parties and weeks before her next one. Each year invited guests wondered if the beautiful mystery girl would be at the party and immediately upon arrival searched for her. They wanted the mystery of her in their lives? Guests invited for the very first time had heard of her and looked for Mary also and were not disappointed. Mary was becoming somewhat famous and did not know it.

The one-person Mary truly loved and adored was Baby Bea. The moment she had been placed in Mary’s arms - it had been love at first sight - for Mary knew this was a child who really needed her more than any other child she had ever held. For her age and size – Bea could have only been called a ‘runt’ - for her body was half the size it should have been with absolutely no meat on her bones - due to improper care prior to her arrival at the orphanage. She was so sickly and malnourished Mary did everything to make her well and eventually did. It was a wonderful pairing. Bea needed Mary and Mary need Bea to bestow on her the abundance of love she carried within herself. One could only assume Baby Bea’s life - prior to arriving at the orphanage - had been one of abuse - since along with having been improperly fed - there was something from her former life - which made her afraid of everything. In the beginning her eyes were always cast downward - as if in fear - she would be slapped or yelled at if she looked up. The loud screams and uncontrollable sobbing from nightmares - when she first arrived – had a frightening effect on Mary and the other orphans when awakened from their sleep. Only Mary’s cradling and soft humming could ease Bea’s fright. She would usually spend the remainder of the night in Mary’s cot - afraid to stay in hers and Mary loved the feeling of making her feel safe. In time - Mary’s love and patience helped Bea to slowly emerge into who she was meant to be and her inclination to be mischievous usually ending in laughter. In Mary’s mind - it was vital Bea bond with the other girls knowing they were needed to watch her when she attended to her studies or chores. Bea feeling safe and secure with her family of orphaned girls almost never walked – since prancing, skipping and hopping were in order. The matrons said she had ants in her pants.

Bea’s needs were not the only thing that had attracted Mary to her. Along with having been a sickly skinny frightened runt - she was truly homely – so homely - she was uniquely beautiful. If she had been a doll - she would not have been a doll a child would be afraid to play with and only display on a shelf. She would have been a joint less rag doll offering daily and nightly companionship without the worry of damage from too many hugs or if fallen from a child’s bed during the night. She would have been thrown in with the family wash without worry when needing a bath. Bea as a doll would be more than a doll – she would also be the medicine to sooth and comfort a sick child and provide security during a thunderstorm or when an unfamiliar noise was heard in the night. Her looks may have been the opposite of Mary’s - but would never be overlooked – causing all to want a second look. If you took that second look – you would want more of the magic which was Bea. Huge flashing green eyes, rosy cheeks dotted with freckles and flaming red hair that presented a vividness so eye appealing one could not escape such aura. There was also the smile. So huge - it enhanced her with a glow. She didn’t have the freckles when she arrived at the orphanage – they appeared on their own the next five years - which was unusual for a child who had not spent time in the sun. For some unknown reason – freckles love to attach themselves to girls with red hair and peach complexions. Her being was infectious as was her gift for making all feel needed. The gap between her two front teeth also had its own appeal. It would be a shame when her baby teeth were lost - since some of her impish charm might be lost.

Bea had been approximately one year old when she came into Mary’s life. Mary had been nine years old at the time. Over the next four years - all who had seen their closeness develop accepted Bea belonged to Mary and Mary to Bea. They were inseparable when time allowed. Because of her nightmares when she first arrived - the matrons agreed Bea could sleep in the cot next to Mary’s - so she could attend her during the night. Four years later Bea was still there. On cold nights the combined warmth was a special gift for each and they loved every sleeping moment. The other orphans shared cots. Bea could walk when she first arrived – but Mary carried her everywhere – knowing her frailty. Mary greeted her each morning with a hug and a kiss and always assisted her with her washing and dressing as she did the others in her care. Bea was never jealous of the attention Mary gave the other orphans - since she understood Mary’s duties all were a family. Since Bea was a poor eater – Mary always sat next to her during mealtime to ensure she ate - but it did not mean Mary was not watching the other girls too. Mary was partial to Bea – for Bea had been the wounded bird she had healed - who could now fly and during the healing process stole her heart. Bea could now fly – but for how long - if either she or Mary were adopted?? The thought at times was terrifying. An adoption was supposed to be a happy thing – but not if they were separated.

Until Mary began going to Claire Thornton Magnus’ home - she had had no desires for anything. If she had had desires – they were for replacements of things she had outgrown or used up. A new pencil - a pad of paper - a new smock or shoes when hers had begun to feel snug or tight. Her new desires were things she had seen on her four outings – she had not wanted for herself – but for Bea and the other orphans. Nothing was rare or special. What she wanted was everywhere - but denied - due to the orphanage’s high walls and shaded windows. The full sky, sun and everything beneath and to roam and mingle with others as she had seen people do from the automobile. Thoughts of things being absent in the children’s lives weighed heavy on her mind at times.

Knowing her lack of worldly knowledge could be a problem if one day released from the orphanage - she set out to gather the missing pieces required to combine the two worlds. She knew the matrons and teachers would provide some of the pieces - but she had to proceed slowly - so they would not feel she was being intrusive by asking too many questions. The matrons looking at Mary as an assistant instead of an orphan worked in her favor. As she grew older and taller - her air of a young adult made the matrons and teachers take her more seriously and now answered her questions. Mary found it interesting - they did not live in another part of the orphanage as she had always thought. The matrons’ statements. Philadelphia certainly is cold today. or Philadelphia is so beautiful this time of the year. told her Philadelphia was the name of the city she viewed from the automobile to and from Arthur House. When the matrons and teachers talked of their duties they called it. work The work they performed was their job and they received pay for performing it. "What is pay? Asked Mary. In learning that - she learned the word money. Just when she thought she knew the reason for using money - she was surprised and fascinated to learn it was not only used as pay for a job – but was also used for purchasing food, clothing and just about everything. From that information - she learned about shops, markets, stores and restaurants and one could purchase a house or pay rent for living quarters. Her brain ballooned from the many words and meanings. It was amazing a new word could have many meanings - leading to many other words with more meanings for explaining the world. When she originally heard of money – she asked to see some. Since the matrons were not allowed to have it on their persons – they had none to show her. When she learned money could be both paper and coins – it was fine – until told– a person could spend paper money and receive change - which could consist of various coins called pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters or half dollars. All was even more confusing. The more the new knowledge taxed her brain – the more she looked forward to learning more – for what made the world work was not boring. From her discussions concerning money - she now knew just about everything in the world had to be paid for and understood the remark - laughingly made by one of the matrons. Money makes the world go around. Mary had never thought of poverty before - but knew if she was in the outside world - she did not have money for shelter, food or clothing - since she did not have a job. It perplexed her even more as to what job she could seek – since she was not trained – except for maybe tending children. The role of the orphanage over time became clearer and clearer and its protection of her, Bea and the other girls. She had never found fault with the orphanage and would try not too - even though life under its rules was both strict and confining.

The matrons and teachers eagerly awaited Mary’s questions - since they felt personal pride - knowing they possessed the knowledge she sought. Some of Mary’s questions were looked upon as being downright silly - for they pertained to everyday things one did not have to think about. When the matrons tried to explain the difficulty would lead to laughter. Knowing Mary’s sheltered life – their motherly instincts took over and in time all grew closer - for they were preparing a young girl’s entrance into the world one day and knew the hardships she could be facing.

Mary’s vocabulary and knowledge increased enormously - but with it – came thoughts and feelings she had never had before. There were days