American politician and academic Elizabeth Warren said:
“Never be so faithful to your plan that you are unwilling to consider the unexpected. Never be so faithful to your plan that you are unwilling to entertain the improbable opportunity that comes looking for you.”
I thought that quote captured the idea of this story that appealed to me.
When we first meet Megan Kincaid we learn that she is a dressmaker. It’s a career she entered by default, and is certainly not a passion for her. The business was her mother’s dream, one she build painstakingly, client by client over many years. Morgan’s mother became quite busy so she taught Megan the trade so that the family business could keep up with the ever growing demand. Dressmaking was a skill that Megan became proficient at, but she always saw the work as a “job.” Despite the fact that she wasn’t thrilled with the work in the same way her mother was, she did continue to improve and as a result she was able to take over some of the work for a few of her mother’s clients.
But as of late, the hiring of Megan came out of necessity due to the fact that her mother and younger brother were both tragically killed only six months before.
In the opening pages of “Window on the Square” we learn that Megan has been summoned to one of the illustrious mansions on Washington Square, the home of Leslie Reid. She is expecting to be hired on as a dressmaker. She is vaguely aware of the scandal involving the death of Mrs. Reid’s first husband and her subsequent marriage to his older brother. But she knows that these rumors, true or false would have little consequence for her as a dressmaker. Simply put, she needs a job and here is an opportunity.
She arrives at the grand house, naturally expecting to meet with Mrs., Reid, but instead, to her surprise, she is met by Mr. Brandon Reid, her husband. He leads her to the library to discuss the employment opportunity they have in mind for Megan.
The interview itself turns out to be unexpected in every way, confusing Megan, but despite this, she never loses her “footing” in the conversation.
“Tell me about yourself” Mr. Reid asks in his “rich, deep timbre” tone of voice, leaving Megan wondering why this man would be interested in getting to know a woman his wife was to hire as her dressmaker. She begins by telling him about her professional credentials when suddenly Brandon stops her, informing her he’s interested in knowing about her personality, her background and her interests. He seemed surprised to hear of her penchant for history, geography, foreign lands and antiquity.
“You had a brother did you not?” He unexpectedly inquires.
This got Megan thinking about her late twelve-year-old brother and how his tragic death was in some way a release from the heavy burden he was forced to bear at such a young age. Still, Megan missed him dearly, every day. She tells Brandon that her brother had an injury at birth, one that left him permanently with the mental capacity of a child. Even as she was relating this information, she had a feeling that Brandon already knew of it.
And his next statement proved it.
“Miss Kincaid, a mutual friend has told me of how good you were with your brother, and of how he improved to his fullest capacities because of your interest and care.”
Now Megan was more confused than ever, “Why are you asking me these things?” She finally asks. It’s at that point in the conversation that the truth comes out, Brandon turns away from Megan, he’s now looking down to the street below.
“It was at my suggestion that my wife wrote asking you to come here today. Neither of us is interested in your dressmaking skill. She has a son – the son of my brother who is dead. He is a difficult, unbalanced boy. Neither his mother nor I, neither his tutor nor governess, have been able to handle him. He responds to no one. We have reached a point of desperation with him. Would you, Miss Kincaid, consider coming here to devote yourself to this boy?”
And that is the crux of the conversation, the real reason she is here. Megan just stands there.
Startled.
“But I have no training as a teacher” she replies.
“I’ve taken that into consideration” Mr. Reid mentions, then goes on to give the details of the salary offering which causes Megan to gasp inwardly.
“This boy is unbalanced in his mind, like my brother?” Megan asks.
“Unbalanced, yes” Brandon replies, But not in the same way as your brother…his mental growth is not impaired, but he is unpredictable, moody and has a violent, dangerous temper.”
He looks to Megan, then continues.
“There is nothing easy about this assignment Miss Kincaid.”
I really liked what happened next. Megan is willing to entertain the “improbable opportunity that came looking for her.” I liked it because I tend to gravitate to stories that feature courageous characters, especially ones that are courageous, yet practical at the same time.
“May I see the boy?” Megan asks, to which Brandon agrees. He explains that Jeremy is nine years old and that his younger sister, Selina is eight. Miss Thora Garth is the children’s governess.
As I considered Melinda’s request, especially after the dire warnings she’s just received, I can’t help but thinking of a quote by the American writer Minna Antrim:
“A beautiful woman delights the eye, a wise woman, the understanding; a pure one, the soul.”
At this stage of the story Phyllis Whitney offers no clues as to Melinda’s physical attractiveness, but based on how she responds, I did get the indication that she’s wise and I was looking forward to reading how she would find a way to understand young Master Jeremy. What a fantastic story start this was turning out to be!
Coming back to the plot, it is just before Melinda makes her way up to the nursery that an agreement is struck between her and Brandon that it would be best if Jeremy was under the impression that Melinda is joining the household in the role of dressmaker, designing frocks for Miss Selina. This guise would allow Melinda the benefit of observing Jeremy “at a distance” and would also allow him to get used to her presence in a non-invasive way.
She arrives in the nursery where she is met by Selina and governess Garth. Jeremy is sitting alone in the corner, sullenly reading his book. Whitney’s description of how Melinda “sees” Jeremy is excellent:
“An angel, a dark, sullen angel.”
“Wide dark eyes.”
I was able to visualize this troubled boy immediately. I also thought that the boy’s opening remark to Melinda was unexpected:
“Someone has died in your family” He states, perhaps noticing the black mourning dress Melinda is wearing.
In the fleeting few minutes Melinda spends in the nursery she already gains clues as to some of the problems in this environment. Selina, for example, accuses Jeremy of something that turns out to be untrue, the response of the governess making it plain that she favors Selina. This is perhaps partly forgivable considering the monstrous deeds Jeremy was said to have done, but still too far where Melinda is concerned.
Melinda measures Selina, then leaves the nursery. She is completely unsure if she can help Jeremy in any way, and is even afraid of trying. But by the time she reaches the library she is asking herself, “If I do not try to help that boy, who would?”
Much to Brandon’s relief, Melinda greets him with the following statement:
“I don’t know if there’s anything I can do” she begins, “But I see the need. I would like to try, for a time at least. I will not stay if I find myself failing.”
And that’s where the story really began. I was eager to read on.
It’s only a short time after she’s hired that Megan learns a disturbing fact that is that young Jeremy has been accused of murdering his late father in cold blood. The story was that in a fit of rage he’d shot his father with a pistol. The hard evidence was circumstantial, therefore the police gave the boy the benefit of the doubt, but the rumors continued, which only fueled the fire of belief that Jeremy did in fact murder his father. As far as Jeremy’s uncle Brandon and mother Leslie are concerned, he is guilty, but given the circumstances, they are best to simply help the boy forget the past and find his way forward in life.
It is the boy’s uncle, Brandon, who is willing to give Megan a chance to make a positive difference in Jeremy’s life, and since he is the new master of the house, his orders are carried out.
Megan, for her part, is now fully aware of the general consensus of Jeremy’s guilt, furthermore, she understands that the boy’s sullen, withdrawn temperament and sudden aggressive outbursts only solidify many people’s conviction of his guilt.
But Megan can never really bring herself to believe that Jeremy is guilty and early on decides to have faith in his innocence. For me, the fact that almost everyone else assumes the boy is guilty makes Megan’s belief in him so wonderful and special. I found it heartwarming to read that Megan doesn’t just believe he is innocent, but acts in bold and daring ways to try to break through to him while at the same time affirming his innocence.
There is one part in the story where Mr. and Mrs. Reid leave on a short vacation with Jeremy’s sister Selina. This leaves Megan, Jeremy and the governess Miss Garth alone on the upper floors of the mansion. The house is much emptier at this point, since the serving staff are far away on the floors below. It is during this short space of time in the story that two of my favorite scenes happen.
The first one happens right after a terrible scene in which the governess, Miss Garth accuses Jeremy of stealing something. She shakes the boy violently, and drags him to another room. It turns out he admits to guilt in the end, but the rough handling and caustic words of the governess are far more severe than is called for. Young Jeremy is so upset that he begs Megan to lock him in his room for the night. Megan is concerned for Jeremy and her heart breaks at the idea of locking him away, alone and afraid with his own unhealthy thoughts, so she suggests a different idea. Here’s the scene:
“’I’ve a better plan than that’ I told him. ‘Come and help me and I’ll show you.’
He followed me doubtfully into his own room and waited while I stripped his bed.
‘Now then,’ I said when the covers were off, ‘You can help me with the mattress. It’s too heavy for me to manage alone.’
‘What are you going to do with it?’ He asked.
‘Help me and you’ll see,’ I said with as lighthearted a smile as I could manage.
He took one end of the mattress, and I led the way, backing, as we carried it into my room. With a little rearranging of the furniture, we were able to spread it out on the floor near my bed.
‘There!’ I said. “This is where you may sleep tonight. ‘We’ll keep each other company, since there’s no one else upstairs in the house.”
He did not answer of come with me when I ran back for the bedclothes, but stayed where he was, staring at the mattress.
‘You won’t mind sleeping on the floor, will you?’ I asked. ‘It will be like something from a story – like camping out. We’ll put and extra quilt over you to keep away the drafts, and you’ll be cozy warm.’”
Even as I read this small scene, I couldn’t help sensing that Megan’s gesture of inviting Jeremy to sleep her room when he was afraid was a powerful demonstration of her trust in him as well as her desire to connect with the boy in a most forthright genuine way. I just had the feeling this would be a turning point for the positive in their relationship.
The scene also struck a nostalgic chord in me as I used to allow my two younger brothers to “camp out” in my room, especially on the evenings when my parents were out of town, the house was empty, and they were naturally anxious to sleep alone in their own rooms. I would tell stories to them and before we knew it everyone was asleep. In hindsight, thought as the eldest brother I would not have admitted it, I also took comfort from having my two brothers stay in my room on those long dark winter evenings.
The second scene also featured Megan and Jeremy, taking place when Brandon, Leslie and Selina were away on their trip. Megan decides that since the house is so empty and since things have been cheerless in the house for quite some time that she would suggest a special occasion to brighten things up for her and Jeremy.
“That afternoon, when Andrew had gone and we had done our lesson on Egypt, the idea came to me that before his mother and uncle returned, I ought to arrange some sort of festive occasion for Jeremy. Often I regretted his lack of friends, but there was nothing I could do about it for the time being.
When we came into the downstairs hall after our walk, I made my announcement. ‘By the way,’ I said elaborately polite, ‘I am giving a little dinner party this evening, Master Jeremy, and I would like the pleasure of your company. Though perhaps I shouldn’t invite you formally, since you must be the host in your uncle’s absence.’
He looked at me in amazement.
‘I really mean it Jeremy. Come along and let’s see what can be managed.’
We went into the dining room together, and I rang for Henry and braced myself against the butler’s opposition. We would, I informed him, not daring to look straight into that haughty face, omit our early supper tonight. Instead, we would dine at eight, with candlelight and the best linen and silver. And Jeremy should have the privilege of choosing the menu.
Henry surprised me. He did not so much as blink an eye. His haughty mien did not soften, but he made a suitable bow of acquiescence.
‘Yes, miss,’ he said. ‘I will see that everything is properly prepared. May I suggest that Master Jeremy consult with Cook concerning the menu?’
I warned Jeremy that he was to wear his best suit that evening, with the round, starched collar and the soft tie, and I spent as much time with my own dressing, as though I had been going to a real dinner party.
I took out my gown, one I’d seldom worn. It was not altogether in style, but Jeremy was hardly likely to notice. The faille was a soft wisteria color, with black velvet banding for a trim. The fitted bodice was cut with a square neck, and the sleeves came just above my elbows. The tight draping over the hips was edged with accordion pleating, repeated again at the hem and in the fullness that fell away in a small train.
‘This isn’t our grand entrance,’ I said. ‘This time we’ll just run down and check to see that everything is right. Then a little before eight you can knock at my door and escort me downstairs.’”
I adored everything about this part of the story. The thoughtfulness of Megan to think of this wonderful idea, the unique and special opportunity I was for young Jeremy, the idea of a grown woman meticulously getting ready for a dinner with a nine-year-old boy, the dining room table with all it’s finery. And all of this for a boy who, before Megan arrived was largely ignored and barely tolerated.
I was moved by these two scenes and I thought the story was so much better for them!
Neil Gaiman said, “A book is a dream you hold in your hand.” Such a wonderful thing to say…one that applied to “Window on the Square” in so many ways!
I won’t forget this one anytime soon. You should read it!