FIVE LITTLE PEPPERS AND THEIR FRIENDS

By MARGARET SIDNEY

AUTHOR OF "FIVE LITTLE PEPPERS ABROAD, " "A LITTLE MAID OF CONCORD TOWN, ""SALLY, MRS. TUBBS, " ETC. 

Illustrated by Eugenie M. Wireman

[Illustration: "What are you doing, Phronsie, sitting down in the middleof the stairs?"--(See page 46. )]

 To my daughter Margaret, who to her friends embodies "Polly Pepper" in her girlhood, I dedicate most lovingly this book. 

PREFACE. 

 There were so many interesting friends of the Five Little Peppers, whose lives were only the faintest of outlines in the series ending when Phronsie was grown up, that a volume devoted to this outer circle has been written to meet the persistent demand. 

 Herein the author records many happenings that long ago Ben and Polly, Joel and David told her. And even Phronsie whispered some of it confidentially into the listening ear. "Tell about Rachel, please, " she begged; and Margaret Sidney promised to write it all down some day. 

 And that day seems to have arrived in which it all should be recorded and the promise fulfilled. For the Five Little Peppers loved their friends very dearly, and were loyal and true to them. And hand in hand, the circle widening ever, they lived and loved as this history records. 

 MARGARET SIDNEY. 

CONTENTS

I. A FIVE-O'CLOCK TEA

II. PHRONSIE

III. CLEM FORSYTHE

IV. MISS TAYLOR'S WORKING BEE

V. "SHE'S MY LITTLE GIRL"

VI. GRANDMA BASCOM

VII. THE DISAPPOINTMENT

VIII. THE GARDEN PARTY

IX. THE TEN-DOLLAR BILL

X. TROUBLE FOR JOEL

XI. RACHEL

XII. DOINGS AT THE PARSONAGE

XIII. "SHE'S GOING TO STAY HERE FOREVER"

XIV. "CAN'T GO, " SAID JOEL

XV. UP IN ALEXIA'S PRETTY ROOM

XVI. THE ACCIDENT

XVII. JOEL'S ADVENTURE

XVIII. THE COMFORT COMMITTEE

XIX. JOEL'S NEW FRIEND

XX. THE COOKING CLUB

XXI. OF MANY THINGS IN GENERAL

XXII. RACHEL'S VISIT TO MISS PARROTT

XXIII. THE OLD PARROTT HOMESTEAD

XXIV. RACHEL'S FUTURE

XXV. JACK PARISH

XXVI. MR. HAMILTON DYCE A TRUE FRIEND

XXVII. A PIECE OF GOOD NEWS

XXVIII. THE LITTLE STONE CUPBOARD

ILLUSTRATIONS

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PHRONSIE, SITTING DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STAIRS?"

FIVE-O'CLOCK TEA

"BUT THIS IS TEN DOLLARS, " SAID JOEL

"ON, LARRY, " SAID MISS TAYLOR GENTLY, BENDING OVER HIM

"YES, SIR, " CALLED JOEL BACK, FROM THE ALCOVE

THE UNLUCKY OAR WAS SEIZED BY THE TRIUMPHANT CREW

"I USED TO PLAY WITH IT, " SHE SAID SOFTLY

HE STOOD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LITTLE SHOP

I

A FIVE-O'CLOCK TEA

"I wish, " said Phronsie slowly, "that you'd come in, little girl. "

"Can't. " The girl at the gate peered through the iron railings, pressingher nose quite flat, to give the sharp, restless, black eyes the bestchance. 

"Please do, " begged Phronsie, coming up quite close; "I very much wish youwould. "

"Can't, " repeated the girl on the outside. "Cop won't let me. "

"Who?" asked Phronsie, much puzzled and beginning to look frightened. 

"Perlice. " The girl nodded briefly, taking her face away from the ironrailings enough to accomplish that ceremony. Then she plastered her nose upagainst its support again, and stared at Phronsie with all her might. 

"Oh, " said Phronsie, with a little laugh that chased away her fright, "there isn't any big policeman here. This is Grandpapa's garden. "

"'Tain't, it's the perliceman's; everything's the perliceman's, "contradicted the girl, snapping one set of grimy fingers defiantly. 

"Oh, no, " said Phronsie, softly but very decidedly, "this is my dearGrandpapa's home, and the big policeman can't get in here, ever. "

"Oh, you ninny!" The girl staring at her through the railings stopped aminute to laugh, covering both hands over her mouth to smother the sound. "The perlice can go everywheres they want to. I guess some of 'em's inheaven now, spyin' round. "

Phronsie dropped the doll she was carrying close to her bosom, toconcentrate all her gaze up toward the sky, in wide-eyed amazement thatallowed her no opportunity to carry on the conversation. 

"An' I couldn't no more get into this 'ere garden than I could intoheaven, " the girl on the outside said at last, to bring back the blue eyesto earth, "so don't you think it, you. But, oh, my, don't I wish I could, though!"

There was so much longing in the voice that Phronsie brought her gaze downfrom the policemen in their heavenly work to the eyes staring at her. Andshe clasped her hands together tightly, and hurried up to lay her faceagainst the big iron gate and close to that of the girl. 

"He won't hurt you, the big policeman won't, " she whispered softly. "I'lltake hold of your hand, and tell him how it is, if he gets in. Come. "

"Can't, " the girl was going to say, but her gaze rested upon the doll lyingon the grass where it fell from Phronsie's hand. "Lawks! may I just haveone good squint at that?" she burst out. 

"You may hold it, " said Phronsie, bobbing her head till her yellow hairfell over her flushed cheeks. 

The gate flew open suddenly, nearly overthrowing her; and the girl, mostlyall legs and arms, dashed through, picking up the doll to squeeze it to herneck so tightly that Phronsie rushed up, quite alarmed. 

"Oh, don't, " she cried, "you'll frighten her. I'll tell her how it is, andthen she'll like you. "

"I'll make her like me, " said the girl, with savage thrusts at the doll, and kissing it all over. 

"Oh, my, ain't you sweet!" and she cuddled it fiercely in her scrawny neck, her tangled black hair falling around its face. 

"Oh, dear!" wailed Phronsie, standing quite still, "she's my child, andshe's dreadfully frightened. Oh, please, little girl, don't do so. "

"She's been your child forever, and I've never had a child. " The girlraised her black head to look sternly at Phronsie. "I'll give her back; butshe's mine now. "

"Haven't you ever had a child?" asked Phronsie, suddenly, two or threetears trailing off her round cheeks to drop in the grass, and she drew along breath and winked very fast to keep the others back. 

"Not a smitch of one, " declared the other girl decidedly, "an' I'm a-goin'to hold this one, and pretend I'm its mother. "

Phronsie drew a long breath, and drew slowly near. 

"You may, " she said at last. 

The new mother didn't hear, being hungrily engaged in smoothing her child'scheeks against her own dirty ones, first one side of the face and then theother, and twitching down the dainty pink gown, gone awry during thehugging process, and alternately scolding and patting the little figure. This done, she administered a smart slap, plunged over to the nearest tree, and set the doll with a thud on the grass to rest against its trunk. 

"Sit up like a lady, " she commanded. 

"Oh, don't!" cried Phronsie, quite horror-stricken, and running over ondistressed feet. "She's my child, " she gasped. 

"No, she's mine, an' I'm teachin' her manners. I ain't through pretendin'yet, " said the girl. She put out a long arm and held Phronsie back. 

"But you struck her. " Phronsie lifted a pale face, and her blue eyesflashed very much as Polly's brown ones did on occasion. 

The new mother whirled around and stared at her. 

"Why, I had to, just the same as you're licked when you're bad, " she said, in astonishment. 

"What's 'licked'?" asked Phronsie, overcome with curiosity, yet keeping hereyes on her child, bolt upright against the tree. 

"Why, whipped, " said the girl, "just the same as you are when you're bad. "

Phronsie drew a long breath. 

"I've never been whipped, " she said slowly. 

"Oh, my Lord!" The girl tumbled down to the grass and rolled over and over, coming up suddenly to sit straight, wipe her tangled black hair out of hereyes, and stare at Phronsie. "Well, you are a reg'lar freak, you are, " wasall she could say. 

"What's a 'freak'?" asked Phronsie, actually turning her back on her childto give all her attention to this absorbing conversation, with its mostattractive vocabulary. 

"It's--oh, Jumbo!" and over she flopped again, to roll and laugh. "Well, there!" and she jumped to her feet so quickly she nearly overthrewPhronsie, who had drawn closer, unable to miss a bit of this very strangeproceeding. "Now I'm through pretending an' I haven't got any child, an'you may have her back. " She wrung her grimy hands together, and turned herback on the object of so much attention. "Take her, quick; she's yours. "

Phronsie hurried over to the doll, sitting up in pink loveliness againstthe tree, knelt down on the grass, and patted her with gentle hand, andsmoothed down her curls. A curious sound broke in upon her work, and shelooked up and listened. "I must go back, " she whispered to her child, andin a minute she was running around the figure of the girl, to stare intoher face. 

"Ow--get out!" cried the girl crossly, and she whirled off, pulling up herragged dress to her face. 

"I thought I heard you cry, " said Phronsie in a troubled voice, andfollowing her in distress. 

"Phoo!" cried the girl, snapping her fingers in derision, and spinningaround on the tips of her toes, "'twas the cat. "

"No, " said Phronsie decidedly, and shaking her head, "it couldn't be thecat, because she doesn't hardly ever cry, and besides she isn't here"--andshe looked all around--"don't you see she isn't?"

"Well, then, 'twas that bird, " said the girl, pointing up to a high branch. "Ain't you green, not to think of him!"

"I don't _think_ it was the bird, " said Phronsie slowly, and peeringup anxiously, "and he doesn't cry again, so I 'most know he couldn't havecried then. "

"Well, he will, if you wait long enough, " said the girl defiantly. 

"Chee, chee, chee, " sang the bird, with delicious little trills, andshaking them out so fast his small throat seemed about to burst with itsefforts. 

"There, you see he couldn't cry, " began Phronsie, in a burst of delight;"you see, little girl, " and she hopped up and down in glee. 

"He's got the 'sterics, an' he'll cry next, like enough, " said the girl. 

"What's 'the 'sterics'?" asked Phronsie, coming out of her glee, anddrawing nearer. "Oh, I see some tears, " and she looked soberly up into thethin, dirty face, and forgot all about her question. 

"No, you don't, either. " The girl twitched away angrily. "There ain't neverno tears you could see on me; 'twas the cat or the bird. Ain't you green, though! You're green as that grass there, " and she spun round and round, snapping her fingers all the while. 

Phronsie stood quite still and regarded her sorrowfully. 

"Don't you believe I cried!" screamed the girl, dashing up to her, to snapher fingers in Phronsie's face; "say you don't this minute. "

"But I think you did, " said Phronsie. "Oh. I'm very sure you did, and youmay hold my child again, if you only won't cry any more, " and she claspedher hands tightly together. The other girl started and ran toward the bigiron gate. 

"Oh, don't!" Phronsie called after her, and ran to overtake the flyingfeet. "Please stay with me. I like you; don't go. "

The girl threw her head back as if something hurt her throat, then leanedher face against the iron railings and stuck her fingers in her ears. 

"Don't! lemme alone! go 'way, can't you!" She wriggled off from Phronsie'sfingers. "I'll lick you if you don't lemme be!"

"I wish you'd play with me, " said Phronsie, having hard work to keep out ofthe way of the flapping shoes all down at the heel, "and you may haveClorinda for your very own child as long as you stay--you may really. "

"Ow! see here!" Up came the girl's face, and with a defiant sweep of hergrimy hands she brushed both cheeks. "Do you mean that, honest true, blackand blue?"

"Yes, " said Phronsie, very much relieved to see the effect of herinvitation, "I do mean it, little girl. Come, and I'll tell Clorinda allhow it is. "

"I'm goin' outside to walk up and down a bit. Bring on your doll. "

"But you must come here, " said Phronsie, moving off slowly backward overthe grass. "Come, little girl"--holding out her hand. 

"Now I know you didn't mean it, " said the girl scornfully. "You wouldn'tlet me touch that nasty old doll of yours again for nothin' you wouldn't, "she shrilled at her. 

"Oh, yes, I would, " declared Phronsie, in great distress; "see, I'm goingto get her now, " and she turned around and hurried over the grass to pickClorinda off from her resting-place and run back. "There, see, littlegirl, " she cried breathlessly, thrusting the doll into the dirty hands;"take her now and we'll go and play. "

For answer, the girl clutched the doll and sped wildly off through thegateway. 

"Oh!" cried Phronsie, running after with pink cheeks and outstretched arms, "give me back my child; stop, little girl. "

But there wras no stop to the long, thin figure flying down the path on theother side of the tall hedge. It was a back passage, and few pedestriansused the path; in fact, there were none on it this afternoon, so thechildren had it all to themselves. And on they went, Phronsie, with but onethought--to rescue her child from the depths of woe such as being carriedoff by a strange mother would produce--blindly plunging after. 

At last the girl with the doll stopped suddenly, flung herself up against astone fence, and drew a long breath. 

"Well, what you goin' to do about it?" she cried defiantly, clutching thedoll with a savage grip. 

Phronsie, too far gone for words, sank panting down to the curbstone, towatch her with wild eyes. 

"You said I might take her, " the girl blurted out. "I hain't took nothin'but what you give me. I want to play with her to my home. You come with me, and then you can take her back with you. "

"I can't, " said Phronsie, in a faint little voice. Her cheeks were veryred, and she wiped her hot face on her white apron. "You must give meClorinda, and I must go home, " and she held out a shaking hand. 

But the girl danced off, and Phronsie, without a thought beyond the rescueof her child, stumbled on after her, scarcely seeing one step before herfor the tears that, despite all her efforts, now began to stream down herround cheeks. 

At last, in trying to turn out for a baker's boy with a big basket, shecaught her foot and fell, a tired little heap, flat in a mud puddle in themiddle of the brick pavement. 

"My eye!" cried the baker's boy, lifting her up. "Here, you girl, yoursister's fell, ker-squash!"

At this, the flying girl in front whirled suddenly and came running back, and took in the situation at once. 

"Come on, you lazy thing, you!" she exclaimed; then she burst into a laugh. "Oh, how you look!"

"Give me back--" panted Phronsie, rubbing away the tears with her muddyhands, regardless of her splashed clothes and dirty shoes. 

"Keep still, can't you?" cried the girl, gripping her arm, as two or threepedestrians paused to stare at the two. "Come on, sister, " and she seizedPhronsie's hand, and bore her off. But on turning the corner, she stoppedabruptly, and, still holding the doll closely, she dropped to one knee andwiped off the tears from the muddy little cheeks with a not ungentle hand. "You've got to be my sister, " she said, in a gush, "else the hoodlums willtear you from neck to heels. " And seizing Phronsie's hand again, she boreher off, dodging between rows of dwellings, that, if her companion couldhave seen, would have certainly proved to be quite novel. But Phronsie wasby this time quite beyond noticing any of the details of her journey, andafter turning a corner or two, she was hauled up several flights of ricketysteps, strange to say without the usual accompaniment of staring eyes andcomments of the various neighbors in the locality. 

"There!" The girl, still clutching the doll, flung wide the rickety door. "My, ain't I glad to get here, though!" and she drew a long breath, releasing Phronsie's hand, who immediately slid to the floor in a collapsedlittle heap. "Well, this is my home--ain't it pretty, though!"

Phronsie, thus called on for a reply, tried very hard to answer, but thewords wouldn't come. 

"You needn't try, " said the girl, slamming the door, "'tain't likely youcan praise it enough, " and she broke out into a hard, sarcastic laugh, which shrilled its way out of the one window, whose broken glass wasadorned with nondescript fillings. 

"See here now, you're all beat out, " she exclaimed suddenly; then rushingacross the room, she dragged up a broken chair, and jammed it against thedoor. "There now, we're by ourselves, an' you can rest. "

"I must go home, " said Phronsie faintly, and holding up her tired arms. "Give me my child; I must go home. "

"Did you think I didn't know what was proper?" cried the girl scornfully, and tossing her head. "I'm going to have five-o'clock tea 'fore you go. There, I'm a lady, an' a swell one too, I'd have you know. "

She ran over to the corner of the slatternly room, and set the doll on abed, over which were tossed the clothes in a dirty heap, Phronsie followingevery movement with anxious eyes. 

"Now she's my child, remember, " she said, turning her sharp, black eyes onthe small figure huddled up on the floor, "as long as she stays here. "

Then she hurried about, twitching a box out here and there from a cupboard, whose broken door hung by one hinge. 

"Here's my silver spoons--ain't they beautiful!" she cried, running up witha few two-tined forks and a bent and battered knife. These she placed, alsothe cracked cups, with great gusto, on the rickety table, propped forsupport against the wall, as one of its legs was gone entirely and anotheron the fair road to departure. 

"'Tain't stylish to have yer table agin the wall, " she broke out, "at afive-o'clock tea; I know, 'cause I've peeked in the windows up on theavenoo, an' I've seen your folks, too. " She nodded over at Phronsie. "Iknow what I'll do. " She tossed her head with its black, elfish locks, anddarted off in triumph, dragging up from another corner a big box, firstunceremoniously dumping out the various articles, such as dirty clothes, atin pan or two, a skillet, an empty bottle--last of all, a nightcap, whichshe held aloft. "Gran's, " she shouted; "it's been lost a mighty long time. Now I'm goin' to wear it to my five-o'clock tea. It's a picter hat, same'sthat lady had on to your house once--I seen her. " She threw the oldnightcap over her hair, tied the ragged strings with an air, and soon, bydint of pulling and hauling, had the table in the very center of theapartment, the box securely under its most delicate and unreliable portion. 

"There--my! ain't we fine, though!" She surveyed her work with greatdelight, her hands on her hips. "Now, says I, for our ice cream an' cake, with white on top, an' choc'late. "

She gave a flirt of her ragged gown and darted here and there with herelfish movements; and presently a cold potato, shivering in its skin, aslice or two of hard, moldy bread, and some turnips and carrots, uncooked, were set about the dirty table, with empty spools in between. "Them's theflowers, " she explained, as she put the last-mentioned articles in theirplaces. "Now it's all ready, except the choc'late. " And waving an old tincoffeepot, whose nose was a thing of the past, she filled it at the faucetover the wooden sink, and put it down with a flourish at one end of thetable. "Now we're ready, an' I'm the beautiful lady up to your house--Iseen her, once when I was peekin' through the fence"--she nodded shrewdly, her little eyes snapping--"her an' your sister. "

[Illustration: Five O'Clock Tea]

"Oh, I want Polly, " broke out Phronsie, with such a wail, as she sat, afrozen little heap, not daring to stir, that the girl screamed out:

"Well, I'm goin' to take you to her, when I've given you my five-o'clocktea; that is, if you don't cry. An' I ain't goin' to be the beautiful ladyup at your house; I'll be Mrs. Somebody else. No, I'll be a Dukess--theDukess of Marlbrer--I've seen her in the paper. Oh, you've got to have thebest chair, " and she dragged up the sole article of furniture of that name, minus its back, away from the door; then helping Phronsie up from thefloor, she wiped off the tears on her pinafore, no longer white, and soonhad her installed on it. "Now you're comp'ny. " Thereupon she ran andfetched the doll from the bed, and put her on a small, old barrel, fromwhich the articles were dumped out, and, with a box for her back, Clorindawas soon in great state on one side of the feast. The Dukess then slippedinto her own seat, an inverted tub, somewhat low, to be sure, but stillallowing the view of the festive cup to be seen. "She's my child, now. Willyou have some choc'late?"--with a winning smile that ran all over her dirtyface and wrinkled it up alarmingly. 

"Oh, no, she's my child, " protested Phronsie, the tears beginning again. 

"I mean till I get through my five-o'clock tea, " cried the girl; "can't youunderstand? Then she'll be yours, an' I'll take you home. Will you havechoc'late?--you must, Lady--what's your name, anyway?" she demandedabruptly, bringing her black eyes to bear on Phronsie. 

Phronsie could hardly stammer it out for the tears she was choking back. 

"Oh, my eye, what a name!" laughed the Dukess, in derision. "Well, you canbe Lady Funsie--Fornsie--whatever you call it. Now, will you have somechoc'late? 'Taint perlite not to answer. "

"I'd rather have some milk, " said Phronsie faintly, "if you please. "

"Oh, 'tain't no trouble, " said the Dukess airily, quirking out her littlefinger with grace; and poising the tin coffeepot with an elegant air, sheinverted it over a cracked cup, which, when generously full of water, shepassed to her guest. "Help yourself to th' cakes. Lady Fonsie, " she saidgraciously, "an' what beyewtiful weather we are havin'!"

Phronsie put forth a trembling hand, as it seemed to be expected of her, and took the cup of water, spilling about half of it, which ran off thetable-edge and down her little brown gown, the Dukess greeting this mishapwith a shout of laughter, checking it suddenly with a start and a dismayedglance in the direction of the broken window. 

"It's time fer you to talk some, " she said. "You should say, 'Yes, I thinkso, too. '"

"I think so, too, " murmured Phronsie, viewing her cup of milk gravely. 

"An' you must say, 'I think, Dukess, you have the most splendid milk. '"

"It isn't milk, " said Phronsie gravely, and she turned serious eyes on thelady of quality opposite. 

"Oh, yes, it is, " said the Dukess, "an' you orter go on an' say, 'An' allthem perfectly beyewtiful flowers, I never see any so fine!'"--pointing tothe empty spools in between the eatables. 

"But they aren't flowers, " said Phronsie. 

This occasioned so much discussion that there was no lack of conversation, and was the reason that steps over the stairway were not heard. The doorwas thrown open, and an old, stout, sodden woman, in a dirty, green shawland battered bonnet stood transfixed with amazement in the entrance. Shehadn't a pleasant eye beneath her straggling, white hair, and her firstwords were not altogether agreeable nor appropriate at five-o'clock tea. 

"So this is the way, " she said gruffly, "when I sends you out, Rag, to pickup somethin' you eat me out o' house an' home with brats you bring in"; forshe hadn't seen through the dirt on Phronsie's face and clothes what mannerof child was present. 

The Dukess twitched off the nightcap, and sprang up, upsetting the tincoffeepot, which rolled away by itself, and put herself over by Phronsie, covering her from view. In passing, she had grasped the doll off from thebarrel and hidden her in the folds of her tattered gown with a quick, sharpthrust. 

"'Tain't nothin' 'f I do have some fun once in a while, Gran, " shegrumbled. She pinched Phronsie's arm. "Keep still. " And while the old womanswayed across the room, for she wasn't quite free from the effects of ataste from a bottle under her arm, which she couldn't resist trying beforeshe reached home, Phronsie and Rag were working their way over toward thedoor. 

"Stop!" roared the old woman at them, in a fury, and she held up thenightcap. Involuntarily Rag paused, through sheer force of habit, and stoodparalyzed, till her grandmother had come quite close. 

"Hey, what have we got here?" She eyed Phronsie sharply. "Oh, well, youain't acted so badly after all; maybe the pretty little lady has come tosee me, hey?" and she seized Phronsie's small arm. 

"Gran, " cried Rag hoarsely, waking up from her unlucky paralysis, "let hergo; only let her go, an' I'll--I'll do anythin' you want me to. I'll steal, an' pick an' fetch, and do anything Gran. "

The old woman leered at her, and passed her hand to the beads on Phronsie'sneck; and in doing so she let the little arm slip, that she might use bothhands to undo the clasp the better. One second of time--but Rag, knowingquite well what could be done in it, seized Phronsie, rushed outside, slammed the door, and was down over the rickety stairs in a twinkling, through the dirty courtyard and alley--which luckily had few spectators, and those thought she was carrying a neighbor's child--around a corner, darting here and there, till presently she set Phronsie down, and drew along breath, "Oh, my eye!" she panted, "but wasn't that a close shave, though!"

II

PHRONSIE

"There now, here you are!" There was a little click in the girl's throat. Phronsie looked up. 

"Yes, and your child, too. " Clorinda and all her pink loveliness was thrustinto her own little mother's arms, and the sharp, black eyes peered downupon the two. "I've brung you home, and you're on your own grassplot, same's you were. " Still she stood in her tracks. 

"I'm sorry I brung you to my house; but you've had a five-o'clock tea, andnow you're home, an' got your child. " Still she did not stir. 

"Well, I've got to go. Say, don't you call no one, nor tell no one, tillI've had time to shake my feet down street. " She thrust out one flappingshoe, then the other, gave a scornful laugh, and brushed her hand acrossthe sharp eyes. "Promise now, black and blue, 'I promise true, hope to dieif I do'. Hurry up! Do you promise?" she cried sharply. 

"Yes, " said Phronsie, hugging Clorinda tightly. 

"All right. Now for Gran!" She shut her teeth tightly and was off andthrough the big gateway. 

"I've got my child, " said Phronsie, putting up a sleepy hand to patClorinda's head, but it fell to her side, while her yellow hair slippedcloser over her flushed cheek. She tried to say, "Clorinda, we've got home, and my foots are tired, " swayed, held her child tighter to her bosom, andover she went in a heap, fast asleep before her head touched the softgrass. 

Polly Pepper, hurrying home from Alexia's, ran in by the gateway, and downby a short cut over the grass, her feet keeping time to a merry air thathad possessed her all the afternoon. "How fine, " she cried to herself, "ourgarden party will be!--and we've gotten on splendidly with our fancy thingsthis afternoon. It will be too perfectly elegant for--" the flying feetcame to a standstill that nearly threw her over the sleeping figure, thedoll tightly pressed to the dirty little pinafore and the flushed cheeks. 

"Oh, my goodness me!" cried Polly, down on her knees. "Why, Phronsie, justlook at your pinafore!" But Phronsie had no idea of looking at anything, and still slept on. 

"Dear me!" exclaimed Polly, in consternation, "whatever in the world hasshe been doing! Well, I must get her up to the house. "

"Hullo!" It was Jasper's voice. Polly flew up to her feet and hulloed back. He took a short cut, with a good many flying leaps, across the grass. "Oh, Polly, I've been looking for you!"

"Just see there. " cried Polly, pointing tragically to the little heap. 

"Well, dear me!" said Jasper. "Why, Polly"--as his eyes fell on the soiledpinafore and the little face where the tears had made muddy streaks. 

"I know it, " said Polly. "Did you ever in all this world, Jasper! What doyou suppose she has been doing?"

"Oh, making mud pies, perhaps, " said Jasper, unwilling to worry Polly;"don't look so, Polly. Here, we'll carry her to the house. "

"Lady-chair, " said Polly, the worry dropping out of her eyes at the fun ofcarrying Phronsie in. But Phronsie was beyond the charms of "lady-chair" or"pick-a-back, " her yellow head bobbing so dismally when they lifted her up, that Jasper at last picked her up in his arms, and marched off with her. 

"You bring the doll, Polly. "

So Polly ran along by his side with Clorinda dangling by one arm. 

Mother Fisher said never a word when she received her baby, but wiselysoothed and washed and tucked her away in bed; and little Doctor Fisher, assoon as he got home, viewed her critically through his big spectacles, andsaid, "The child is all right. Let her sleep. " Which she did, until everyone of the household, creeping in and out, declared she could not possiblysleep any longer, and that they must wake her up. This last was from Polly. 

"What do you suppose it is, Mamsie?" she asked, for about the fiftiethtime, hanging over Phronsie's little bed. 

"Nothing, " said Mrs. Fisher, with firm lips. Polly must not be worried byunnecessary alarm, and really there seemed to be nothing amiss withPhronsie, who was sleeping peacefully, with calm little face and evenbreath. "It's the best thing for her to sleep till she's rested. "

"But what could have tired her so?" said Polly, with a puzzled face. 

"That's just what we can't find out now, " said her mother, diving into herbasket for another of Van's stockings. "Oh, here is the mate. When shewakes up, she'll tell us. "

"Well, Joanna is going, isn't she, Mamsie?" asked Polly, deserting thelittle bed to fling herself down on the floor at Mrs. Fisher's feet, towatch the busy fingers. 

"Yes, she is, " said Mother Fisher decidedly. 

"I'm so very glad of that, " said Polly, with a sigh of relief, "because youknow, Mamsie, she might go off again and leave Phronsie when she ought tobe watching her. "

"Say no more about it, Polly, " said her mother, setting even, firmstitches, "for Mr. King is very angry with Joanna; and you needn't beafraid that Phronsie will ever be left again, until we do get just theright person to be with her. Now you better go out and forget it all, andbusy yourself about something. "

"I've got to practice, " said Polly with a yawn, and stretching her arms. "Ihaven't done a bit this whole afternoon, and Monsieur comes tomorrow. "

"Best fly at it, then, " said Mrs. Fisher, smiling at her. So Polly, with aparting glance at the figure on the little bed, went downstairs and intothe big drawing-room, wishing that Phronsie was there, as usual, where shedearly loved to stay, tucked up in a big damask-covered chair, one of herdolls in her arms, waiting patiently till the practice hour should be over. 

But when Phronsie at last turned over, and said without a bit of warning, "I want something to eat, I do. " with an extremely injured expression, Mother Fisher was so thankful that she had no time to question her, if, indeed, she had considered it wise to do so. And Sarah was called, andlaughed with delight at the summons, and ran off to get the tray ready, Phronsie watching her with hungry eyes in which the dew of sleep stilllingered. But old Mr. King was not so patient. 

When he saw, as he soon did, his visits to the side of the little bed beingas frequent as Polly's own, that Phronsie was really awake and sitting up, he could keep still no longer, but putting his arms around her, fumed out:

"Oh, that careless Joanna! Poor lamb! There, there! Grandpapa will takecare of his little girl himself, after this. "

"I'm hungry, " announced Phronsie, looking up into his face. "Indeed I am, Grandpapa dear, very hungry. "

"Oh, to think of it! Yes, Pet"--soothing her. "Where is that Sarah? Can'tsome one get this poor child a bit to eat?" he cried irascibly. 

"Sarah will hurry just as fast as she can, " said Mrs. Fisher, coming upwith a dainty white gown over her arm. "Phronsie must be a good girl andwait patiently. "

Phronsie wriggled her toes under the bedclothes. 

"I wish you'd take me, Grandpapa dear, " she said, holding up her arms. 

"So I will--so I will, Pet!" cried old Mr. King, very much delighted; andlifting her up to rest her head on his shoulder, he walked up and down theroom. "There, there, dear! Oh, why doesn't that Sarah hurry!"--when inwalked that individual with a big tray, and on it everything that a hungrychild could be supposed to desire. But Phronsie had no eyes for anythingbut the glass of milk. 

"Oh, Grandpapa, " she piped out at sight of it, "Sarah's got me some milk, "and she gave a happy little crow. 

"So she has, " he laughed as gayly, "Well, now, we'll sit right down hereand have some of these good things, " and, Mrs. Fisher drawing up a big easychair in front of the table where Sarah deposited the tray, he sat down, with Phronsie on his knee. "Now, child----"

"Oh, Grandpapa, may I have the milk?" she begged, holding out a tremblinghand. 

"Bless you, yes, child. " He put the glass into her hand. "Take care, Phronsie, don't drink so fast. "

"Honey will choke herself, " cried Sarah, in alarm, holding up warning blackfingers. "Oh, my! she's done drunk it mos' all up a'ready. "

"There, there, Phronsie!" Grandpapa took hold of the glass. 

"Phronsie, " said Mother Fisher, and it was her hand that took the glassaway from the eager lips. "You must eat a roll now, or a little bit oftoast. "

"But I want some more milk, " said Phronsie, and her lips quivered. 

"Not yet, Phronsie. " Mother Fisher was cutting up the toast, and now heldup a morsel on the spoon. "See how very nice it is. "

"We'll play it is five-o'clock tea, " said old Mr. King, at his wit's end tobring the smiles into her face. Phronsie turned and gave him one look, thenburied her face in his waistcoat and cried as hard as she could. 

"There, there!" The old gentleman got up to his feet and began to pace thefloor again, his white hair bent over her face, his hand patting her backgently. "Don't cry, poor little lamb. " And as a sudden thought struck him, "Just look at your mother, Phronsie; you are making her sick. "

Up popped Phronsie's yellow head, the tears trailing off from the roundcheeks till they fell on the floor. There stood Mother Fisher, quite still. 

"I'm sorry, Mamsie, " said Phronsie, and she put out a little hand, "I'lleat the toast. " So down old Mr. King sat again, with her on his lap, andMother Fisher cut up more toast, and Phronsie opened her mouth obediently, and after the first mouthful she smiled: "I like it, I do. " And MotherFisher smiled too, and said, "I knew you would, Phronsie. " And Grandpapalaughed, he was so happy, and Sarah kept crying, "Bress de Lawd! yer mawknew best. " And pretty soon Mrs. Fisher nodded to old Mr. King, and hesaid, "Now for the rest of the milk, Phronsie, " and the glass was put intoher happy hand. 

And then more toast, and more laughing, for Grandpapa by that time told afunny story, and everything got so very merry that the gayety brought allthe rest of the houseful of children up to see if Phronsie were reallyawake. 

"Why didn't you tell us before?" cried Joel, in a dudgeon, revolving aroundthe table. "She's been eating ever so long, and we thought she was asleep. "

"That's the reason she's had a little peace, " retorted the old gentleman. 

"Catch them telling you, Joe!" said Percy Whitney, glad to pitch in with aword. 

"Well, you didn't know it, either, " said Joel, in great satisfaction. "Say, Phronsie, where were you all this morning?"

"Ugh!" cried Van, with a warning dig in his ribs. 

"Let me alone, " cried Joel, squaring around on him savagely. 

"Look at Phronsie's face, " said Percy, with a superior manner, as if no oneneeded to tell him when to speak. 

Polly was on her knees cuddling up Phronsie's toes, and begging to feedher, when she felt her give a shiver, and try to hide her face on her neck. 

"Don't, Joey, " begged Polly. But Joel, not hearing her, and hating to bedictated to by Percy, cried out persistently:

"Say, Phron, what were you doing all the morning?"

Phronsie at this gave a loud sob. "Take me, Polly, " was all she said. SoPolly sat down on the floor, and Phronsie snuggled up closer into her neck, and was rocked back and forth to her heart's content, while Joel, perfectlyaghast at the mischief he had done, was taken in tow by Mother Fisher, tosob out, his head in her lap, that he "didn't mean to, he didn't mean to. "

"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed old Mr. King, in dismay, "this is a pretty stateof things! Polly, my child"--he leaned over her--"can't you think upsomething to get us out of it?"

"I'm going to talk about the garden party, " cried Polly, an inspirationseizing her. "Oh, Phronsie, now you must sit up; you can't think what planswe have for it. " But Phronsie burrowed deeper in her nest. 

"If you don't sit up, Phronsie, " said Polly quite decidedly, "I shall haveto put you off from my lap, and go out of the room. "

"Oh, no, no, Polly!" cried Phronsie, clutching her around the neck. 

"Yes, I shall, Phronsie, " declared Polly, in her most decided fashion, "soyou must sit right up, and hear all about it. Now, Jasper, you begin. "

So Phronsie sat up and let Polly wipe her face; and then she folded herhands in her lap, while Jasper began:

"You see that we thought that we'd take the Wistaria arbor, Father, ifyou'd let us, for our post office. May we?"

"Yes, yes, certainly, " said the old gentleman, who would have been quitewilling to promise anything just then. 

"Oh, that's no end jolly!" cried Jasper, throwing back his dark hair fromhis forehead with a quick thrust. "Now we can do splendidly. Polly, onlythink!" His eyes shone, and Polly screamed out, "Oh, Grandpapa, howlovely!" and the others joined in, not quite knowing what they were sohappy about, until Joel popped up his head from his mother's lap to hearwhat all the noise was about over there. 

"I'm going to be postmaster, " he announced, wiping the tears off with theback of his hand, and plunging across the room. 

"No, sir-ee!" declared Ben, seizing his jacket-end, "don't think it, Joe. Jasper is going to fill that important office. "

"Yes, Jasper is, " shouted Percy and Van together, delighted at anythingthat could keep Joel out. Davie stood perfectly still in the midst of theuproar. 

"Why couldn't Joey be a letter carrier, to help give out the letters?" hesaid at last, in the midst of the noise. "Couldn't he, Ben?" and he ran totwitch that individual's sleeve. 

"Hey--what?"

"Couldn't he be the one to give out some of the letters, and help Jasper?"asked David anxiously. 

"I don't know--yes, maybe"--as he saw David's face fall. "You best askJasper, he's to be the postmaster. "

So David ran over and precipitated himself into the middle of the group, with his question; when immediately the rest began to clamor to help Jaspergive out the letters, so the babel was worse than at first. 

Phronsie by this time was begging with the others, while she sat straightin Polly's lap, with very red cheeks and wide eyes. Now she slipped out, and rushed up to Jasper. 

"And I, too, Japser; I want to give out letters, too, " she cried, dreadfully excited. 

"So you shall, Pet, " he cried, seizing her to toss her up in the air, theothers all circling around them, Phronsie's happy little crows going uphigh above the general din. 

"Well, I think if we are going to have such a fine post office, we'll haveto work pretty hard to write the letters, " said Polly, after they hadsobered down a bit. 

"Ugh!" cried Joel with a grimace, "I'm not going to write a single scrap ofone. "

"Indeed you are, " retorted Polly; "everybody has absolutely got to writesome letters. Why, we must have a bushel of them. "

"Oh, Polly Pepper!" cried the others, "a bushel of letters!"

"And no one can have a letter who doesn't write some, " announced Pollyfirmly--"the very idea! So we must all work like everything to get readyfor the post office. "

III

CLEM FORSYTHE

Phronsie sat on the stairs, halfway down the long flight. It was the samestaircase on which Jasper had found her, with Polly waiting patiently onthe lower step, when she first came to Grandpapa King's. Now she heldClorinda in her arms, tightly pressed to her bosom. 

"I do wish, " she said softly, "that I could see my poor little girl, I do. "

Clorinda not replying, Phronsie smoothed down the pink gown. 

"It wasn't very nice at that little girl's house"--and a troubledexpression swept over her face--"but the little girl was nice, and shehadn't any child. "

Clorinda's countenance expressed no sorrow, but stared up at her motherunblinkingly. Phronsie bent over and dropped a kiss on the red lips. 

"Maybe she'll come again some day, if I watch by the big gate. "

"My goodness me!" Polly, running along the upper hall, peered over therailing. "What are you doing, Phronsie, sitting down in the middle of thestairs?"

"I'm thinking, " said Phronsie, looking up. 

"Well, I should say!" cried Polly, running down to sit beside her. "Oh, Pet, I've an invite for you. " She seized Phronsie's hand and cuddled it inboth of her own. "It's perfectly splendid. "

"What's an 'invite'?" asked Phronsie, coming slowly out of her thoughts, topeer into Polly's face. 

"Oh, I forgot, Mamsie didn't want me to say that, " said Polly, with alittle blush. "Well, it's an invitation, Pet, and to Miss Mary Taylor's, togo with us girls this afternoon to work on our fancy things for the fair. Only think of that, Phronsie Pepper!" And Polly threw her arms around thesmall figure, and hugged her, to the imminent danger of both falling downthe rest of the flight. 

"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Polly, "we almost went over. "

"Can I really go, Polly?" cried Phronsie, as soon as she could get herbreath, "when you all take your bags and work on things?" She set Clorindacarefully down on the stair above, and stood up to look into Polly's face. 

"Yes, child. Take care, you'll tumble over backward, " warned Polly, with arestraining hand. "And oh, Phronsie! I'm going to make you a little silkbag, and you can take your pin-cushion to work on. "

This was such a height of bliss that it quite overcame Phronsie, and shesat down on her stair again to think it over. To have a little silk bag tohang on her arm to carry her work in, just as Polly and the other girls didwhen they went to each other's houses with their fancy work, was more thanshe ever imagined was coming to her till she got as big as they were. Andto put her "cushion-pin" in it, and go to Miss Mary Taylor's with them all, sent her into such a dream of delight that she sat quite still, her handsin her lap. 

"Don't you like it, Pet?" cried Polly, disappointed at her silence. 

Phronsie drew a long breath, then stood up and began to hop up and down onher stair. 

"Oh, Polly, " she cried, clapping her hands, "I'm going to have a littlesilk bag, I truly am, Polly, all my own--oh!"

"My goodness me, Phronsie!" cried Polly, seizing her arms, "you'll rolldown and break your neck, most likely. "

"And I'll take my cushion-pin"--Phronsie leaned over and put her face closeto Polly's cheek--"and I'll sew on it for the poor children, I will, " andshe began to hop up and down again. 

"Take care, and stop dancing, " laughed Polly. 

"And it shall be a pink bag, " said Phronsie, dreadfully excited; "make it apink bag, do, Polly. "

"Oh, I don't know that I can do that, " said Polly slowly, "because you knowI took my piece of pink ribbon Auntie gave me, for that sachet case I'mmaking for the fair. But never mind, child"--as she saw a sorry littledroop to Phronsie's mouth--"I'll find another somewhere, and it will benice, even if it isn't pink. "

"It will be nice, " echoed Phronsie confidently, as long as Polly said so, and she clasped her hands. 

"And come on, Pet, we'll go and find the ribbon and make the bag now, so asto be all ready. " Polly flew up from her stair. "Pick up your doll, andgive me your hand. Here we are!"--as they ran up to the top. 

"I very much wish you wouldn't call her my doll, " panted Phronsie, as theyreached the last step; "she's my child, Polly. "

"I know; I won't forget, " laughed Polly. "Now, says I, Phronsie, for mypiece-box!"

The invitation of Miss Mary Taylor to all the girls who were getting up thefair for the poor children's week, plunged them into such a state ofexcitement that those who had been lagging over their fancy work nowspirited up on it, or ran down-street to get more materials and begin anew. One of these was Clem Forsythe. 

"Oh, dear me!" cried Polly, looking up from the floor of her room, wherePhronsie and she had thrown themselves, the piece-box of ribbons betweenthem, "here comes Clem up the drive; now I 'most know she wants me to helpher on that sofa-pillow, " and she twitched a square of yellow silk into atighter tangle. "How in the world did that spool get in here?" sheexclaimed, in vexation. 

"I'll get it out, let me, " begged Phronsie, dropping a fascinating bunch ofgay ribbons she was sorting in the hope of finding a pink one. 

"Oh, you can't, child, " cried Polly, her impatient fingers making sad workof the snarl. "There, I'll break the old thing, there's no other way"--asClem ran over the stairs and into the room. 

"Oh, I'm so glad to find you!" panted Clem. "Dear me! what _are_ youdoing?" And not waiting for an answer, she plunged on: "I stopped atAlexia's--thought you might be there. And she's just as mad as can bebecause I was coming over here for you. You see, her aunt has something forher to do this morning. I'm tickled to death that for once I got ahead ofher. Whew! I'm so hot! I ran every step of the way. " She threw herself downon the floor beside the two. "My, what a sight of ribbons, Polly Pepper!"

"I'm going to have a silk bag, Clem, " confided Phronsie, dropping thelittle bunch of ribbons in her lap, to lean over to look into the tallgirl's face, "and I'm going to take my cushion-pin in it. "

"Are you, really?" said Clem. "Oh, Polly, you see, I want you to----"

"Yes, I am. " Phronsie nodded her yellow head. "Polly is going to make itright now, she is. "

"Is she? Oh, dear!" Clem gave a groan. "Oh, Polly, I did want you to----"

"You see, I promised her this, " Polly was guilty of interrupting. "She'sbeen invited to Miss Mary's this afternoon with us girls, and she wants asilk bag to carry her work in, too, the same as we big girls have, don'tyou, Pet?" Polly stopped long enough in the final tussle with the snarl toset a kiss on Phronsie's round cheek. 

"Yes, I do, Polly, " laughed Phronsie, with a wriggle of delight, "and I'mgoing to carry my cushion-pin in it, I am. "

"So you see I can't help you on your sofa-pillow, Clem, " said Pollyhurriedly, feeling dreadfully ashamed to have to say no. 

"Oh, I don't want any help on it, " said Clem; "I finished that old thing, Polly. "

"Finished your sofa-pillow, Clem!" Polly dropped her snarl in her lap. "Why, how could you?--and you hadn't the dog worked, except one leg, andnone of the filling in. "

"Oh, I don't mean I finished it in that way, " said Clem carelessly. "I meanI'm done with it forever. I just hate that old dog, Polly, and so I gavethe whole thing to our second girl, and she's going to work it forChristmas and send it to her mother. "

"Dear me!" exclaimed Polly, "and now you won't give anything to the fair, "and her mouth drooped sorrowfully. 

"Oh, yes, I will, too, " declared Clem cheerfully; "I'll give something tentimes better than that old dog sitting up on a cushion. And nobody wouldhave bought it when it was done, except my mother--I'd made her--so what'sthe use of finishing it? Anyway, I've given it to Bridget; and now I'mgoing to make the most elegant thing--you can't guess, Polly Pepper. "

"What is it?" cried Polly, with sparkling eyes. 

"Oh, that's telling, " said Clem, in a tantalizing way. "You must guess. "

"Polly, " said Phronsie, with a gentle little twitch on her arm, "can youfind any pink ribbon?"

"Yes, yes; I mean no, not yet, " said Polly, in a preoccupied way, her eyeson Clem's face. "Oh, I can't guess; it might be anything, you know, Clem. "

"But it isn't; I mean it's something, " declared Clem, in great triumph. "Oh, do hurry, you're so slow, Polly; it's too elegant for anything!"

Polly leaned her face in her hands, and her elbows on her knees. "Mm, mm--oh, I know!" She brought up suddenly, nearly overthrowing Phronsie, whohad bent anxiously over her. "Take care, Pet, I came near bumping yournose. It's a workbag. "

"A workbag!" exclaimed Clem, in great scorn. "Well, I guess not, PollyPepper. What I'm going to make is ever so much better than an old workbag. Guess again. "

At the mention of the workbag, Phronsie had gently pulled Polly's arm. ButPolly was too deep in thought to notice, and she wrinkled her brows, andbent her head again in her hands. What could it possibly be that Clem wasto make?

"Well, I think it is a sachet bag, then, " she said at last. 

"An old sachet bag, when all the girls are making oceans of 'em! I shouldthink you'd be perfectly ashamed, Polly Pepper, to sit there and guess suchthings. I'm going to make a most beautiful, embroidered handkerchief case, with little violets all----"

"Why, you can't, Clem Forsythe!" Polly flew to her feet, sending the ribbonbox flying, and nearly oversetting Phronsie. "You ought not to do any suchthing, " she ran on passionately, a little red spot coming on either cheek, "when you know it'll be just like mine. It would be too mean for anything. "

"It won't be just like it, " said Clem, twisting uncomfortably, and notlooking up into Polly's face, "for mine is to be a wreath, and yours is abunch. "

"But it'll be the same thing, " cried Polly, too angry to think what she wassaying, "and you're perfectly mean and hateful to copy mine. "

"Polly, " cried Phronsie, in a distressed little voice. She had gotten up toher feet, and now hurried over to hold Polly's gown. "Oh, don't, Polly, don't!"

"Go away, " commanded Polly, angrily twitching her gown free; "you don'tknow what you are doing, Phronsie, to stop me. She's gone and chosen thevery thing I thought of all by myself. "

"I guess there are other violet handkerchief cases in the shops, " said Clemcoldly. She was getting over her uncomfortable fit, and now she sprang toher feet. "And I think you are mean and stingy, too, Polly Pepper"--shetossed her head high in the air--"to expect to keep all the best things toyourself, and we're all working ourselves most to death over this old fair. And I did come to ask you to go down-town with me to buy my materials. Mother's given me five dollars to spend just as I like--but I shan't askyou now, so there!" She gave her head another toss, and walked off towardthe door. 

Phronsie deserted Polly and ran on unsteady little feet after her. 

"Polly isn't mean and stingy, " she quavered; "she couldn't be. "

Clem looked down at her, and little uncomfortable thrills ran all over her. 

"Well, anyway, she's mad at me, " she said, with great decision. 

"Oh, no, Polly isn't mad, " declared Phronsie. She clasped her hands, andswallowed very hard to keep the tears back, but two big drops escaped androlled down her cheeks. When Clem saw those, she turned away. 

"Well, anyway, I'm going down-street by myself, " she said, without abackward glance at Polly, and off she went. 

"And if she thinks I'm going with her, or care what she does, after this, "cried Polly, magnificently, with her head in the air, "she'll make amistake. "

"Polly, Polly!" The tears were rolling fast now, and Phronsie couldscarcely see to stumble back across the room to her side. 

"And you don't know anything about it, child. To think of making a violethandkerchief case, and mine is almost done, and none of the girls wouldcopy mine! And Jasper drew the flowers on purpose. " She was going on sofast now that she couldn't stop herself. 

"Mamsie wouldn't like it, " wailed Phronsie, clear gone in distress now, andhiding her face in Polly's gown. 

"Mamsie would say--" began Polly decidedly. Then she stopped suddenly. "Oh, what have I said!" she cried. "Oh, what can I do!" She clasped her handstightly together. She was now in as much distress as Phronsie, and, seeingthis, Phronsie came out of her tears at once. 

"You might run after her, " she said. "Oh, Polly, do. "

"She won't speak to me, " said Polly, with a little shiver, and covering hereyes. "Oh, dear, dear, how could I!"

"Yes, she will, I do believe, " said Phronsie, putting down a terriblefeeling at her throat. Not speak to Polly?--such a thing could never be!"Do run after her, Polly, " she begged. 

Polly took down her hands and went off with wavering steps to the door. 

"I'll get your hat, " cried Phronsie, running to the closet. 

But Polly, once having decided to make the attempt at a reconciliation, wasoff, her brown braids flying back of her in the wind. 

IV

MISS TAYLOR'S WORKING BEE

Looking both sides of the road, not daring to think what she would say ifshe really did see Clem, Polly sped on. But not a glimpse of the tallgirl's figure met her eyes, and at last she turned in at a gateway and ranup the little path to the door. Mrs. Forsythe saw her through the windowthat opened on the piazza. 

"Why, Polly Pepper, " she cried, "what a pity that Clem didn't find you! Shewent over to your house. "

"Oh, I know, I know, " panted Polly, with scarlet cheeks. 

"Don't try to talk, " said Mrs. Forsythe, "you are all out of breath. Comein, Polly. "

"Oh, I can't. I mean I would like to see Clem, " mumbled Polly, with anawful dread, now that she was on the point of finding her, of what sheshould say. It was all she could do to keep from running down the piazzasteps and fleeing home as fast as she had come. 

"Why, Clem isn't at home, " said Mrs. Forsythe, in a puzzled way; "you knowI told you she had gone over to your house. She wanted you to go down-townwith her, to buy some materials to take over to Miss Mary's this afternoonand begin something new for the fair. "

"Oh!" said Polly, in a faint voice, and hanging to the piazza railing. 

"You see, she was all tired out over that sofa-pillow. I told her it wasquite too ambitious a piece to do, and she was so discouraged I gave hersome more money, and advised her to get something fresh. She had almostmade up her mind to give up working for the fair altogether. "

"Oh, dear me!" gasped Polly, quite overcome. 

"Yes. " Mrs. Forsythe leaned comfortably against the door-casing. It wassuch a comfort to tell her worries to Polly Pepper. "Clem said all theother girls were making such pretty things, and it was no use for her totry. She can't get up new ideas quickly, you know, and she was ashamed notto take in something nice, and so she said she didn't mean to do anything. I couldn't bear to have her give it up, for she ought to keep with yougirls. " Mrs. Forsythe's face fell into anxious lines. "She gets unhappy byherself, with no young people in the house and only my mother and me tobrighten her up. So I talked with her a long while this morning, and atlast got her to be willing to try again. Well, it's all right now, forshe's started to find you, and go down-town to buy the things, " and MrsForsythe smiled happily. 

Polly sank to the piazza steps and buried her face in her hands. 

"Why, my dear, are you ill?" Clem's mother deserted the door-casing andcame quickly out. "Let me get you something. "

"Oh, no, no!" Polly sprang to her feet and hurried down the steps. "I mustgo home, " she said hoarsely; and not pausing to think, only to get toMamsie, she sped away on the wings of the wind, not stopping until she hadturned in at the little green wicket-gate where she wouldn't be likely tomeet any one. 

"Oh, dear, dear!"--and she hurried across the grass--"supposing Mamsieisn't at home! She was going out for Auntie. What _shall_ I do?"

In her despair she raced over the greensward and plunged into the Wistariaarbor--to stand face to face with Clem!

Polly was too far gone in distress to say anything. Clem jerked up her headfrom the table, and raised a defiant pair of cheeks, wet and miserable. "Oh, dear, dear!" was all Polly could get out. But she stumbled in and puther arms around her neck, and down went the two heads together. 

"I'm awfully sorry, " blubbered Clem. "Oh, dear! I forgot my handkerchief. "

"Take mine. " Polly put a wet little wad into her hand. "Oh, Clem, if youdon't let me go down-town with you and buy that handkerchief case!"

"Let you!" cried Clem. "You won't want to go with me, Polly. But I'm notgoing to work a handkerchief case. "

"Oh, yes, you are, " declared Polly positively. "If you don't, ClemForsythe!"

"It was mean in me to choose it, " said Clem, beginning to sniffle again, now that she had a handkerchief. 

"Oh, no, no!" said Polly in alarm. "Now I know you won't forgive me whenyou say such things. For it was all my fault; I was stingy mean to want tokeep it to myself. "

"You aren't ever mean, Polly Pepper!" Clem hugged her so tightly by theneck that the neat little ruffle Mamsie sewed in that very morning wasquite crushed. When she saw that, Clem was in worse distress than ever. 

"See here! Why, Clem Forsythe!" Polly Pepper flew up to her feet sosuddenly, that Clem started in amazement, and stared at her as well as shecould with her eyes full of tears. 

"Why, can't you see? Haven't we been two goosies--geese, I mean--not tothink of it before!"

"What?" asked Clem helplessly. 

"Why, you might make a violet _glove_ case, " said Polly, in a burst. Then she began to dance around the arbor. "Oh, Clem, how perfectly lovely!"

"I don't see, " began Clem dismally, "and I don't know how to make a glovecase. "

"Why, make it just like my handkerchief case, only long, " flung Polly overher shoulder, as she danced away. 

"But I don't want to copy yours, " protested Clem, "for it really would bemean. "

"But this would make a set, yours and mine, " said Polly breathlessly, andcoming up to shake the downcast shoulders, "don't you see? Oh, you goosie!and I've been another, not to think of it before. And oh, such a set! Why, it would sell for a lot of money. And I'll ask Jasper to draw you the samekind of bunch of violets on your glove case, and we'll go right down-town, now. I can make Phronsie's bag when I get home. Come on!"

When Clem once had the idea in her mind, she got off from the bench, andPhronsie, watching anxiously from Polly's window for her return, saw thetwo girls hurrying across the lawn, their arms around each other andtalking busily. And it wasn't but a moment or two, and she was flying overthe grass to meet them. Polly had explained that the little ribbon bag wasto be made just as soon as the materials for the new glove case werebought. Polly had run up for her hat, and to get her little purse, for shejust remembered that her green silk for the violet stems was nearly out, and Phronsie had said good-bye and gone back to the house on happy feet, totell Clorinda and watch at the window till Polly should come again. 

And just after luncheon, for they must start early in order to have a goodlong afternoon at Miss Mary's, Polly and Phronsie set forth, the new littlebag hanging from Phronsie's arm. Jasper went with them as far as thecorner, where he turned off to go to Jack Rutherford's, for the boys wereto meet there to write letters for the post office. They had promised to bethere bright and early. 

"Oh, Jasper, it was so good of you to draw that dear bunch of violets forClem, " said Polly for about the fiftieth time; "it was too sweet foranything. "

"Too sweet for anything, " hummed Phronsie, all her eyes on her bag, dangling as she walked. 

"Take care, you came near falling on your nose, Phronsie. " Jasper put out awarning hand. 

"I think it's so nice there's a pink stripe in it, Polly, " said Phronsie, patting her bag affectionately. 

"Yes, isn't it, Pet!" cried Polly, glad she hadn't snipped up that veryribbon for little sachet bags. "And the green stripe, too, is pretty, Phronsie. "

"It's pretty, " cooed Phronsie, "and my cushion-pin is inside, Japser, " sheannounced. 

"Is it really?" said Jasper. 

"Yes, it is really and truly, Japser, and I'm going to work on it, " sheadded, with a very important air. 

"You don't say so, Pet!" he cried. "Why, you are going to a working beejust the same as the big girls, aren't you?"

"I'm very big, " said Phronsie, stepping so high she nearly fell into amud-puddle. Whereat Jasper picked her up, bag and all, and marched off, laughing, not to set her down till they reached the corner. 

"Well, good-bye. Take care now, Phronsie, " and he gave her a kiss. "Good-bye, Polly, and good luck to your bee. "

"And I do hope you'll have splendid success with the letters, Jasper, "Polly craned her neck around the corner to say, the last thing. Then shetook Phronsie's hand and hurried along to meet a throng of girls, all boundfor Miss Mary's. 

There on the big stone steps was Mr. Hamilton Dyce. 

"I heard there was to be a bee here this afternoon, " he said, looking downat them all with a smile, "so I thought I'd come. "

"I'm coming, " announced Phronsie, breaking away from Polly and holding upher bag; and she began to mount the steps. 

"So I perceive, " said Mr. Dyce, running down to meet her. "Well, Phronsie, I must tell you I came partly to see you. "

"And I've got a cushion-pin inside, " said Phronsie confidingly, as shetoiled up. 

"Have you, though?" cried Mr. Dyce. "Take care, don't go so fast. Let someof these girls race ahead of us; we'll take our time. How d'ye, Polly, andAlexia, and all the rest of you?"

"But I must hurry, " said Phronsie, with a very pink face, as the bevyrushed by, "for I'm going to work on my cushion-pin. "

"So you must. Well, then, here goes!" Mr. Dyce swung her up to his shoulderand went, two steps at a time, in through the crowd of girls, so that hearrived there first when the door was opened. There in the hall stood MissMary Taylor, as pretty as a pink. 

"I heard there was to be a bee here this afternoon, and I've broughtPhronsie; that's my welcome, " he announced. 

"See, I've got a bag, " announced Phronsie from her perch, and holding itforth. 

So the bag was admired, and the girls trooped in, going up into Miss Mary'spretty room to take off their things. And presently the big library, withthe music-room adjoining, was filled with the gay young people, and thebustle and chatter began at once. 

"I should think you'd be driven wild by them all wanting you at the sameminute. " Mr. Dyce, having that desire at this identical time, naturallyfelt a bit impatient, as Miss Mary went about inspecting the work, helpingto pick out a stitch here and to set a new one there, admiring everyone'sspecial bit of prettiness, and tossing a smile and a gay word in everychance moment between. 

"Oh, no, " said Miss Mary, with a little laugh, "they're most of them mySunday-school scholars, you know. "

"That's all the more reason that you ought not to be bothered with themweek days, " observed Mr. Dyce. "Now why can't you sit down here and amuseme?" He pushed up an easy-chair into a cosy-corner, then drew up anottoman, on which he sat down. 

"Oh, look at that Mr. Dyce, " said Clem, quite in a flow of spirits, as shethreaded her needle with a strand of violet silk; "he's going to keep MissMary off there all to himself. What did make him come this afternoon?"

"Well, he isn't going to have Miss Mary!" cried Alexia Rhys, twitching herpink worsted with an impatient hand. "Horrors! Now I've gone and gottenthat into a precious snarl. The very idea! She's our Sunday-school teacher. Oh, Miss Mary!" she called suddenly. 

Miss Taylor, just sitting down in the easy-chair, turned. "What is it, Alexia?"--while Mr. Dyce frowned. At which Alexia laughed over at him. 

"Please show me about my work, " she begged. 

"You little tyrant!" called Mr. Dyce, as Miss Mary went over. 

"Do I slip one stitch and then knit two?" asked Alexia innocently. Polly, next to her on a cricket, opened wide eyes. 

"Yes, " said Miss Mary, "just the same as you have been knitting all along, Alexia. "

"Well, I couldn't think of anything else to ask, " said Alexia coolly. Thenshe laid hold of Miss Mary's pretty, gray gown. 

"Oh, don't go back to him, " she implored. "Do stay with us girls, we're allyour Sunday-school class--that is, most of us. _Please_ stay with us, Miss Mary. "

Miss Mary cast an imploring glance over at the gentleman, which he seemedto see, although apparently he wasn't looking. 

"Phronsie, you and I will have to move over, I think"; for by this time hehad her in his lap; and so he bundled her across the room unceremoniously. 

"Oh, I've lost my needle!" cried Phronsie, peering out from his arms ingreat distress. 

"Dear me!" exclaimed Mr. Dyce; so he set her down and dropped to all-foursto peer about for the shining little implement, Phronsie getting down onher knees to assist the search. 

Alexia, seeing the trouble, deserted her knitting, and flew out of herchair to help look for it. 

"You little tyrant!" exclaimed Mr. Dyce, as she added herself to the group, "to call Miss Mary over there! I should think it was quite bad enough tohave you Sundays, Alexia. "

"Miss Mary thinks a great deal of me, " said Alexia composedly. "Dear me, what a plaguey little thing that needle is! Never mind, Phronsie, don'tfeel badly. I guess--oh, here it is, and sticking straight up. "

"And all this would never have happened but for your calling Miss Maryaway, " observed Mr. Dyce, getting up straight again. "What a littlenuisance you are, Alexia!" All of which she had heard from him so manytimes before that it failed to disturb her, so she went back to her seat inhigh spirits, Phronsie hopping over like a small rabbit to a little cricketat Polly's feet. At this there was a bustle among the girls. 

"Sit next to me, Miss Mary, " begged Silvia Horne, sweeping a chair clear. 

"No, no, " cried Amy Garrett, "she's coming here!"

"I call that nice, " exclaimed Alexia decidedly, "when I asked her to comeacross the room! I'm going to sit next to her of course. "

"You'd much better have stayed with me, " laughed Mr. Hamilton Dyce, "sincethere'll be one long fight over you. Better come back. "

But Miss Mary, protesting that the girls needed her, finally settled it bygetting her chair into the middle of the group, which she made into acircle. 

"There, now, we're all comfy together, " she announced. "Now, Mr. Dyce, youmust read us something. "

"Oh, tell us a story, " put in Alexia, who didn't relish listening toreading. 

"Oh, yes, a story, a story, " they one and all took it up. Even Phronsielaid down her big needle which she was patiently dragging back and forth, with a very long piece of red worsted following its trail across the faceof her "cushion-pin" in a way to suit her own design, to beg for the story. 

"Oh, Phronsie!" exclaimed Polly, for the first time catching sight of this, "you can't work with such a long thread. Let me cut off some of it, do. "

"Oh, no, no, " protested Phronsie, edging off in alarm. 

"Why, it'll get all knotted up, " said Polly, in concern; "you better let metake off a little--just a little, teenty bit, Phronsie. "

"No, no, " declared Phronsie decidedly, "I must hurry and get my cushion-pindone. "

"She thinks she'll get it done faster with a great, long thread, " giggledone of the girls over in the corner. Mr. Dyce turning to fix her with astare, she subsided, ducking behind her neighbor's back. 

"Phronsie, I must buy that cushion-pin at the fair, " he announced. "I wantsuch an one very much indeed. "

Phronsie got off from the little cricket where he had placed her, and wentstraight over to him, to lay her hand with the "cushion-pin" in it on hisknee. "Then I will sell it to you, " she said gravely, "and the poorchildren can go into the country. " Then she went back to her seat and tookup her work once more. 

Some of the girls laughed, but Alexia frowned furiously at them; and Mr. Dyce and Miss Mary apparently seeing no amusement in it, they all began tobeg for the story again, till the clamor bade fair to stop the needles fromdoing their work. 

"I guess you'll have to, " Miss Mary smiled over at him from the center ofthe circle, while the color deepened on her cheek. 

"I want a story told to me first, " he said coolly, leaning back in hischair. "What is all this bee for, and this fair? I know just a hint aboutthat, but let me have the whole story from beginning to end. Now then, someone tell me. I am very anxious to hear. "

"You tell, Polly, " cried Alexia, and "Let Polly Pepper tell, can't she, Miss Mary?" begged all the girls, every one saying the same thing. So MissMary said yes, and Polly laid down her violet handkerchief case in her lap, although she hated to stop working, and began:

"You see, Miss Mary said one day in Sunday-school----"

"Oh, Polly, not that!" said Miss Taylor, in dismay. 

"Go on, Polly, and tell every word, " said Mr. Hamilton Dyce. "I'm to betold the whole story; from the very beginning, now mind. You said, 'One dayin Sunday-school. ' Now go on. "

"Yes, " said Polly, her cheeks like a rose for fear her dear Miss Mary mightnot like it, "Miss Mary said we ought to be doing things, not alwaystalking about them and learning how to be good; and she said there were somany poor children who were waiting for us to help them. And----"

"Polly, you don't need to tell that. He wants to know about the fair, " MissTaylor broke in suddenly. 

"Oh, dear!" said poor Polly, blushing rosier than ever and moving hercricket so that she need not see Miss Mary's face, while Mr. Dyce, protesting that he was not to be cheated out of a single word of thenarration, made her go back and tell over the last thing she said. This wasso much worse that Miss Mary decided she would let the story go on at allhazards, so she leaned back in her chair resignedly, while Polly went on:

"Well, and so we said, 'Yes, Miss Mary, we'd like to' and what could we do, for we didn't know how to help poor children. "

"And I said I didn't want to, " broke in Alexia suddenly. 

"But you did, Alexia!" cried Polly, whirling around on her cricket toregard her affectionately. "Oh, Mr. Dyce, she did help"--looking over athim anxiously. 

"Oh, yes, I see, " nodded that gentleman, "and she's working on somefandango for the fair just as hard as you other girls. "

"Oh, this horrible old shawl!" said Alexia, regarding the worsted foldsdangling from her needle with anything but favor. "Well, I didn't want it, and nobody will buy it, I know, but the other girls were all going to dothings, so I had to. "

"Well, go on, Polly, " said Mr. Dyce, with a laugh. So Polly, quitesatisfied that he really understood how Alexia was helping along the workfor the poor children the same as the others, hurried on with the story. 

"Well, so then Miss Mary proposed that we hold a fair, and Grandpapa saidwe might have it on his grounds; and Auntie Whitney said why not have agarden party, and sell tickets, for perhaps some people wouldn't care tobuy things and----"

"And I'm going to put my cushion-pin on the table, " piped Phronsiesuddenly, her checks all aglow with excitement, and dropping her needleagain. 

"So you shall, " cried Mr. Dyce, "only you must have a little card saying'Sold' on it; for I am surely going to buy that pincushion, Phronsie. "

And then Polly flew back to her work again, and Mr. Dyce told such a veryfunny story about some monkeys who were going to give a party in the woodsto all the other animals, that Phronsie forgot all about her needle, andran over to clamber up into his lap. 

And then, oh, the needles flew; and Clem's green stems began to grow, and atiny bud showed itself, and then a full-blown violet. And Alexia's pinkshawl took ever so many rows, and all the work seemed to flourish likemagic. And at last, Miss Mary looked up at the clock. 

"Time to put up work, girls, " she cried gayly. And then wasn't there agreat bustle, every one trying to see which would get hers into her bagfirst! And then, oh, such a stretching of tired arms and feet!

"Oh, dear me! the prickles are all running up and down my legs, " exclaimedAlexia. 

"Hush, well, so are mine, " declared Clem. "Oh, dear me--ow! I haven't satstill for so long--ever, I guess. "

"Nor I, " laughed another girl. 

"Come. " Miss Mary was telling Mr. Dyce to lead the way to the dining-room. So they all fell into line, and, when there, they forgot tired legs andarms in the delights of the little feast set out. 

Miss Mary sat down by the small table and poured chocolate for them, awhite-capped maid at her chair, Mr. Hamilton Dyce on the other side asgrand helper. Then the girls settled down in pretty groups on the broadwindow-seats, and on the high-backed chairs, and gave themselves up to thesupreme content of the hour. 

And then Miss Mary proposed that they should wind up the afternoon with adance, which was received with a shout of delight. So she led the way tothe drawing-room and sat down before the grand piano. 

"Can't one of you girls play?" asked Mr. Dyce, at that. 

"Oh, no, no, " said Miss Mary, "the girls must dance. " So, without waitingfor any words, she struck into a two-step. 

"Oh, I'll play, I'll play. " Polly Pepper ran out from the midst of thegroup. 

"Polly, come back, you are going to dance with me, " cried Alexia. 

"No, you're always getting her first. She's going to dance with me, "announced Clem. 

Polly was already over at the piano, trying to be heard, but Miss Mary onlylaughed and shook her head. 

"No use, Polly, " said Mr. Dyce, and he put his arm around her, and awaythey went down the length of the drawing-room. 

"Well, at least you haven't got this first dance, " said Alexia. 

"Nor you, either, " retorted Clem. "So come on, let's dance together, " andaway they went, too. 

And at last, when it was time to go home, Mr. Hamilton Dyce, who hadabsented himself after that first dance, drove up with a flourish to thedoor in his runabout. 

"I've come for Phronsie Pepper, " he said. 

So Phronsie, half asleep, had her hat tied on, and kissed Miss Mary, andPolly lifted her up and guided her foot over the step, Mr. Dyce, the reinsin one hand, helping her with the other. 

"Good-bye, " he called, his eyes on no one but Miss Mary. 

"Oh, my bag, my bag!" cried Phronsie, in a wail of distress, and leaningforward suddenly. 

"Take care, child; where are you going?" Mr. Dyce put forth a restraininghand and held her closely. 

"My bag!" Phronsie looked back, the tears racing over her round cheeks. 

"I'll bring it home, " called Polly from the steps, where she was back amongthe knot of girls. 

"My bag!" Phronsie continued to wail. 

"Dear me!" cried Polly, "she must have it now. " So she ran into the houseto get it, where Phronsie had left it on her little cricket, Mr. Dycemeanwhile saying, "There, there, child, you shall have it, " while he turnedthe little mare sharply about. 

"We can't ever find the needle, " said Alexia, rushing after Polly into thelibrary, and getting down on her knees to prowl over the floor. "Miseryme!"--with a jump--"I've found it already, sticking straight into me!"

So Phronsie's "cushion-pin" was thrust into the gay littlepink-and-green-striped workbag, and Polly danced out with it andhanded it up to her. Mr. Dyce cracked the whip, and this time theywere fairly off. 

V

"SHE'S MY LITTLE GIRL"

"Oh, I do wish, Polly, " cried Phronsie, as they ran along the hollyhockpath, "that my poor little girl could go to the country. Can't she, Polly?"she asked anxiously. 

"Oh, yes, of course, " assented Polly, her mind on the garden party, nowonly three days ahead. "Phronsie, how perfectly elegant those roses aregoing to be!"--pointing off to the old-fashioned varieties bloomingriotously. 

"Oh, Polly!" Phronsie stood still a moment in silent bliss, then hopped upand down the narrow path. "I'm so glad she can go! Oh, Polly, I'm so_very_ glad!"

"Who?" cried Polly, in perplexity. 

"My little girl, my poor little girl, " said Phronsie, hopping away. 

"Oh, of course. " Polly gave a little laugh. "Well, there are lots of poorlittle girls who will go, Phronsie, " she said, in great satisfaction, "because, you know, we're going to make a great deal of money, I expect. Why, Grandpapa has told Thomas to buy ever so many flowers. Just think, child, and the oceans we have here!" She waved her hands over to take innot only the old-fashioned garden where they stood, but the smartflower-beds beyond, the pride and joy of the gardeners. "Oh, yes, therewill be ever so many children who will be happy in the country in thesummer. "

"And my poor little girl, " persisted Phronsie gleefully, "she will behappy, Polly. Oh, let's go down to the big gate--p'raps she's there now--and tell her. Please, Polly. " She seized Polly's hand m great excitement. 

Polly sank to her knees in delight over a little bed of daisies. 

"I do think these are the very sweetest things, Phronsie Pepper, " she said. "See the cunning baby ones coming out. "

"Please, Polly, " begged Phronsie, clinging to her hand. 

"Why, Phronsie!" Polly looked up in amazement. Not to pay attention to thebaby daisies was certainly astonishing, when Phronsie was always so raptover the new flowers. "What is it you want, child?"

"Please come down to the big gate, Polly, " pleaded Phronsie, her lipquivering, for Polly was not usually so hard to understand. 

"Yes, I will, " said Polly, reluctantly tearing herself away from thefascinating daisies. "Now then, we'll go there right away; one, two, three, and away!"

"I guess--she'll--be--there, " panted Phronsie, but she was running so fastto keep up with Polly's longer steps that her words died away on the air;and Polly, who dearly loved a race over the grass, was letting her mindtravel to the delights of the garden party, and what it was going toaccomplish, so she didn't hear. 

At last there was the big gate. 

"Dear me!" cried Polly, with a gay little laugh, "what a fine race! Nowonder you wanted me to try it with you! Why, Pet, have I run too fast?"She looked with remorse at the flushed little face. 

"No, " gasped Phronsie, "but oh, Polly, will you sit down on the grass?"

"To be sure I will, " said Polly very remorsefully, "you're all tired out. There, let's come over here, " and she led her over to the very tree underwhich Phronsie had fallen asleep. "Here's where I found you the other day, Phronsie, when you were so tired. Heigh-ho!" And Polly threw herself downon the grass, and drew Phronsie into her lap. 

"P'raps she'll come, " said Phronsie, and the sorrowful look began todisappear as she cuddled in Polly's arms. "Don't you believe she will, Polly?" She put her face close to Polly's to peer anxiously into her browneyes. 

"Who, child?" asked Polly. 

"The poor little girl--my poor little girl, " exclaimed Phronsie. 

"Oh, there isn't any little girl, at least any particular one, " criedPolly. "We're going to send ever so many little girls into the country, Phronsie, but not any special one. "

"Oh, yes, there is, " contradicted Phronsie, her lip quivering again, and, despite all her efforts, the big tears began to course down her cheeks. "She's my little girl, and I like her. Please let her go, Polly. And maybeshe'll come soon, if we only wait for her. " It was a long speech, and bythe time it was all out, Phronsie had laid her head in Polly's neck, andwas sobbing as if her heart would break. 

It was for this reason that Polly did not happen to look up across thegrass to the big gate, so of course she couldn't be expected to see whattook place there. And it was not until Phronsie had been persuaded to sitstraight and have her tears wiped away, because Mamsie wouldn't like tohave her cry, that any one guessed it at all. And in one instant Polly'slap was deserted, Phronsie was flying over the greensward, crying out:

"There she is--my poor little girl!"

It took but a moment for Polly's swift feet to follow, but none too soon, for the thin little face with the sharp, black eyes was withdrawn, and theflapping old shoes were beating a hasty retreat. But Polly was after her, and her hand was on her arm, and the first thing the stranger knew she wasdrawn within the big gateway, Phronsie circling around her with greatsatisfaction. 

"She _did_ come, Polly, she did. "

"Lemme be. I warn't doin' nothin' but peekin', " said the girl, trying towriggle away from Polly's grasp. But Polly held on. 

"Don't be frightened; there isn't any one going to hurt you. What's yourname, little girl?"

"She's my little girl, " insisted Phronsie, trying to get hold of the thinlittle hand, which was less grimy than usual. 

"What's your name?" asked Polly again. 

"Rag, " said the girl, in a burst. 

"Rag? Oh, dear me!" said Polly. 

"Lemme go. I hain't done no harm. Gran'll be wantin' me. "

"Who?"

"Gran. " The girl, at that, tried to fold up her arms in the remains of hersleeves. But Polly saw the long, red welts that were not pleasant to lookat. She gave a little shiver, but held on firmly to the tattered ends. 

"Oh, make her stay, " cried Phronsie; "I want her to play with me. I'll letyou take Clorinda again, and she shall be your child, " she stood up ontiptoe to say. 

"Can't, " said the girl, making a desperate effort to twitch away. "Lemmego. "

"No, you cannot go until you have told me who you are, and how you know mylittle sister. "

Rag looked into the brown eyes of the little girl not so much older, drew along breath, then burst out, "She's visited me to my house, " and, puttingon the most defiant expression possible, stood quite still. 

_"Visited you at your house!"_ echoed Polly. She nearly dropped theragged sleeve. 

"Yes, an' I give her a five-o'clock tea, " said Rag proudly. "Any harm inthat? An' I brung her home again, and she ain't hurt a bit. You lemme go, you girl, you!"

"You must come and see Grandpapa, " said Polly firmly, a little white linearound her mouth. 

"I ain't a-goin'. " Rag showed instant fight against any such idea. 

"Then, if you don't, " said Polly, gripping her arm, "I shall call thegardeners, and they will bring you up to the house. "

"Oh, do come, " cried Phronsie, who thought everything most delightfullyconspiring to make her friend remain. "Dear Grandpapa will love you, littlegirl; come with Polly and me. "

She took hold of her other arm, and Rag, seeing no way out of it and whollybewildered, suffered herself to be led up to the grand mansion. 

"Bless me; what have we here?" Old Mr. King, enjoying a morningconstitutional on the big veranda, looked over his spectacles, which he hadforgotten to remove as he had just thrown down the morning paper in achair, and stared in amazement at the three children coming over the lawn. 

"My poor little girl, Grandpapa, " announced Phronsie, releasing the arm sheclung to, and tumbling up over the steps, "and please make her stay, andI'm going to let her take Clorinda, " and she plunged breathlessly into theold gentleman's arms. 

"Hoity-toity, child!" exclaimed old Mr. King, holding her closely. "Well, what have we here?"--as Polly led Rag up on to the veranda. 

"I don't know, Grandpapa, " said Polly, still keeping tight hold of the armin its tattered sleeve. 

"It seems to be a little girl, " said Grandpapa, peering at the stranger. 

"Yes, it's my little girl, " said Phronsie happily, "and she's come to playwith me, Grandpapa. "

"Oh, my goodness me!" exclaimed Mr. King, stepping backward and drawingPhronsie closer. 

"I ain't come. _She_ brung me, " said the girl, pointing with a thumbover at Polly; "tain't my fault; she made me. "

"Polly, what is all this?" asked the old gentleman perplexedly, staring atone and the other. 

"I don't know, Grandpapa, " said Polly, the little white line still aroundher mouth; "she says Phronsie has been at her house, and----"

"_Phronsie been at her house!_" thundered the old gentleman. 

"Yes, she has. An' I give her a five-o'clock tea, " cried Rag, in a burst, who, thinking that she was probably now going to be killed, began to takepleasure in telling all she knew. "Swell folks does; I seen 'em plenty oftimes on th' avenoo, an' here, too"--she nodded toward the long Frenchwindows--"an' I got as good a right, I guess. An' she let me take her doll, an' I like her. An' we had an orful good time till Gran came in, an' thenwe lit out, an' I brung her home. Now what you goin' to do about it?" Shefolded her thin arms as well as she could, for Polly was still holding toone, and glared defiantly out of her sharp, black eyes. 

"Oh, Grandpapa, her arms!" Polly was pointing to the long, red welts. 

Rag turned as if shot, and twitched the ragged sleeves down, tucking thefree arm behind her back. "Lemme go, you girl: you hain't no right to see'em, it's none o' your business, " she screamed at Polly. Old Mr. King hadsunk into a chair. Phronsie, in his lap, was so busy in putting her faceclose to his, and telling him that it was really her own poor little girl, that she had failed to see the arms and the disclosures they had made. 

"Go and get your mother, " he said, after a breathing space. "Oh, stay! Ican't hold her"--with a gesture of disgust. 

"An' you ain't a-goin' to tetch me, " declared Rag proudly; "no, sir-ee!"

"Well, Phronsie, you jump down and go and get your mother, " Mr. Kingwhispered, smoothing her yellow hair with a trembling hand. 

"I will--I will, " she cried gleefully, hopping out of his lap. 

"Oh, don't send her away. " All the defiance dropped out of Rag's face andmanner, and she whimpered miserably. "She's th' only nice one there ishere. Don't let her go. "

"She's coming right back, little girl, " said old Mr. King kindly. He evensmiled. But the girl had hung her head, so she didn't see it, and sheblubbered on. 

"I'll bring Mamsie to see my poor little girl, " Phronsie kept saying toherself over and over, as she scuttled off, and in a very few minutesMother Fisher was out on the veranda in obedience to old Mr. King'ssummons. 

"It's beyond me"--the old gentleman waved his hand at Rag--"you'll have tounravel it, Mrs. Fisher. Here, Phronsie, get up in my lap. " He strained herso tightly to him, as Phronsie hopped into her accustomed nest, that shelooked up. 

"Oh, Grandpapa!" she exclaimed. 

"Did I hurt you, child?" he said, in a broken voice. 

"A little, Grandpapa dear, " she said. 

"Well--oh, Lord bless me! I can't talk, child, " he finished brokenly. 

"Are you sick, Grandpapa?" she asked, sitting straight to look at himanxiously. "Does your head ache? I'll smooth it for you, " and she began topat his white hair. 

"Oh, no, child, my head doesn't ache. There, sit still, dear, that's all Iwant. " So Phronsie cuddled up within his arms, feeling quite sure that nowMamsie had her own poor little girl, everything would be all right. 

"She's my nice little girl, and I like her, " Phronsie was saying. "Yes, Ido, very much indeed, Grandpapa. "

"You do?"

"Yes, and I want her to stay here, Grandpapa. Please, may she?"

"Oh, dear!"

"_Please_, Grandpapa dear. " Phronsie put up one hand and tucked itsoftly under his chin. He seized it and covered it with kisses. 

"Oh, my lamb--that wicked, careless Joanna!"

"What's the matter, Grandpapa?" Phronsie brought up her head to look at himwith troubled eyes. 

"Nothing--nothing, child; there, cuddle down again. Your mother is talkingto the little girl, and she will fix up things. Oh, bless me!"

"Mamsie will fix up things, won't she, Grandpapa?" cooed Phronsie, wriggling her toes happily. 

"Yes, dear. "

"Grandpapa, " said Phronsie, after a moment's silence only broken by a softmurmur of voices, for Mother Fisher had drawn her group to the furthercorner, "I don't think my little girl has got a very nice place to livein. "

"Oh, Phronsie, child!" He strained her convulsively to his breast. "There, there, lamb, Oh, I didn't mean to! Grandpapa won't hurt his little pet forthe world. "

"You didn't hurt me this time, " said Phronsie, "as much as you did before, Grandpapa dear. "

"Oh, my child! Grandpapa wouldn't hurt a hair of your blessed head. Oh, that dreadful Joanna!"

"I like my own little girl very much indeed, " said Phronsie, dismissing herown hurts to go on with her narrative. "Yes, I do, Grandpapa, " she addeddecidedly, "but I don't like the place she lived in. And, Grandpapa"--hereshe drew a long breath--"there was an old lady came in, and I don't thinkshe was a nice old lady, I don't, Grandpapa. " Phronsie crept up a bitcloser, if that were possible. 

"What did she do, child?" He held his breath for the answer. 

"She took hold of my arm, " said Phronsie, a shiver seizing her at theremembrance, and she burrowed deeper within the protecting arms, "and shefelt of my beads that Auntie gave me. "

"What else?" He scarcely seemed to ask the question. 

"And my own little girl pulled me away, and she carried me home, most ofthe way, and I like her. " Phronsie brought herself up with an emphaticlittle nod, and smiled. 

"That was good. "

Phronsie smiled radiantly. "Wasn't it, Grandpapa!" she cried, in delight. "And I want her to stay. May she? Oh, may she? She's my own little girl. "

"We'll see about it, " said old Mr. King, with a thought of the long weltson the thin arms, and the furious old woman. 

"What's that noise?" asked Phronsie, suddenly lifting her head. 

"Oh, a bird, maybe, " said the old gentleman, carelessly looking up to thevines swinging around the veranda. "There, lay your head down again, child. "

"It didn't sound like a bird, Grandpapa. I thought some one was crying. "Yet she put her yellow head obediently down, and didn't lift it again tillMother Fisher stood by the side of old Mr. King's chair. 

"Well, is the conference over?" he asked. 

"Yes, " said Mrs. Pepper. Her lips had a little white line around them, too, like that on Polly's mouth, and the black eyes had a strange expression. 

Phronsie popped her head up like a bird out of its nest, and piped out:

"Oh, please, Mamsie, may she stay?"

"Yes, " said Mother Fisher, "she is going to stay, Phronsie. "

"Oh, my goodness me!" breathed old Mr. King. 

Phronsie slipped out of his arms and began to dance, clapping her hands. 

"I'm going to play with her now, but I must get Clorinda first, " she criedexcitedly. 

"See here, Phronsie, " Mother Fisher called, as she was flying off, "youmust not play with the little girl yet. "

Phronsie stood quite still. 

"Come here to mother. " Mrs. Fisher opened her arms and Phronsie scuttledinto them like a little rabbit. Mrs. Pepper held her so closely thatPhronsie looked up quickly. 

"Why, you are hurting me like Grandpapa, Mamsie. "

"Oh, my child!" Mother Fisher seemed to forget herself, as she bowed herhead over Phronsie's yellow hair. 

"What is the matter, Mamsie?" asked Phronsie. "I wish I could see yourface, " and she wriggled violently. 

"Nothing is the matter now, " said Mamsie. "There, child, now I'll tell you. If the little girl stays here, she----"

"She's my little girl, " interrupted Phronsie. 

"Well, if she stays here, she must be washed and have on clean clothes. SoSarah has taken her, and is going to fix her all up nice. "

"Oh--oh!" cried Phronsie, in a transport, "and can she have some of Polly'sclothes, Mamsie?"

"Yes, I guess so. Anyway, we will fix her up all nicely. "

"And may she stay here for ever and ever, " cried Phronsie, "and not go backto that un-nice old lady? Please, Mamsie, don't let her go back, " shepleaded. 

Over the yellow hair the old gentleman had found out and communicatedseveral things back and forth. One was, "I don't think she is the child'sown grandmother. " "Mr. Cabot can investigate, " and so on. 

"What are you whispering about?" at last asked Phronsie. 

"Nothing that you should know, dear. Now I'm going to put you inGrandpapa's lap, Phronsie. You must be a good girl, " and Mother Pepper wentoff. 

"You must take care of me, Phronsie, " said the old gentleman, "for I reallythink I need it now. And I guess my hair does want to be smoothed, afterall. "

"I'll stay and take care of you, Grandpapa, " said Phronsie, delighted thather services were really to be called for, and with her heart at rest abouther own poor little girl. 

VI

GRANDMA BASCOM

"Deary me!" Grandma Bascom stopped shooing out the hens from her kitchendoorway, and leaned on the broom-handle. "If here don't come Mis'Henderson! Now I shall hear about that blessed little creeter and all therest of them childern. "

"Good-afternoon. " The parson's wife went swiftly up the flag-bordered pathbetween the lilac bushes. "It's a beautiful day, Mrs. Bascom. "

"Hey?" Grandma's shaking hand went up to her cap-border, so Mrs. Hendersonhad to say it over, that it was a beautiful day, as loud as she could. 

"You've come to-day?" said Grandma. 

"Yes, I see you have, an' I'm obleeged to you, I'm sure, for it's mightylonesome since that blessed little creeter, an' all the rest of themchildern went away. Come in an' set down, " and she led the way into thekitchen. 

Meanwhile, the hens, seeing nothing to prevent it, had employed the time inslipping in under Grandma's short gown, and were busily scratching aroundfor any stray bits. 

"Thank you. " The parson's wife nimbly found a chair, while Grandma bustledinto the bedroom. 

"Excuse me a minute, Mis' Henderson, " she called; "I'm goin' to slip ont'other cap. "

"Oh, don't take the trouble, " said Mrs. Henderson's pleasant voice. But shemight as well have said nothing, for Grandma didn't hear a word. 

"'Tain't proper to see your minister's wife in your mornin' cap, nor yourpetticoat neither for that matter, " said Grandma to herself, looking downat her short gown. So she concluded to put on her Sunday-go-to-meetinggown, as she called her best dress. This took her so long, because shehooked it up wrong three times, that Mrs. Henderson appeared in the doorwaybefore the operation of dressing-up could be said to be finished. 

"I'm very sorry, " she began. 

"'Tain't a bit o' trouble, " said Grandma cheerfully, pulling at the secondhook, which she had been trying for some time to get into the first eye;"you set down, Mis' Henderson, an' I'll be out pretty soon. "

"I must go very soon. " The parson's wife came quite close to say this, upunder the frill of the best cap, which stood out very stiffly, as Grandmaalways kept it in a covered box on top of her high bureau. 

"Hey?"

"I must go home soon. I have so many things to see to this afternoon. "

It was a fatally long speech, for Grandma only attended to the last part. 

"It's aft-noon? I know it. I'm comin' 's soon 's I can git this hookedup"--with another pull at the mismated hooks and eyes. Seeing this, indespair the parson's wife took the matter of hooking up into her own hands, and before long the Sunday-go-to-meeting gown could be said to be fairlyon. 

"Now that's something like, " observed Grandma, in great satisfaction. "Ihain't been hooked up by any one since Mis' Pepper went away. Deary me, howI should set by a sight o' her, an' th' blessed little creeter--there ain'tnone other like that child. "

Mrs. Henderson nodded, being sparing of words. 

"I've some letters from them, " she said loudly, "and if you come out to thekitchen, I will stay and read them to you. "

"What did you say was the matter in the kitchen?" demanded Grandma, inalarm. "Oh, them dirty hens, I s'pose, has got in again. "

"I have letters from the Pepper children, and they ask me to come over hereand read them to you, " shouted Mrs. Henderson. "Dear me!"--toherself--"what shall I do? I'm all tired out already, and three letters toread--she won't hear a word. "

But Grandma, having caught the word "letters, " knew quite well what was instore, so, picking up her best gown by its side breadths, she waddled outand seated herself with great dignity in a big chair by the kitchen window. It was next to the little stand in whose drawer she used to let Joel Pepperlook for peppermints. 

When the Pepper children shut up the little brown house to go to Mr. King's, Grandma moved the small mahogany stand from its place next to thehead of her bed out into the kitchen. She kept her big Bible on it, and herknitting work, where she could "have 'em handy. " And it made her feel lesslonesome to look up from her work to see it standing there. 

"Seem's though that boy was a-comin' in every minute, " she said. "My lando' Goshen, don't I wish he was!" for Grandma always had a soft spot in herheart for Joel. 

Now she smoothed down her front breadth, and folded her hands in a companyway. The parson's wife drew up a kitchen chair close to her side andunfolded the first letter. 

"Who writ that?" asked Grandma eagerly. 

"That's from Polly, " said Mrs. Henderson. 

"Bless her heart!" cried Grandma. "Well, what does she say?"

"Ma"--a light-haired, serious boy appeared in the doorway--"Pa wants you, "he announced. 

"Oh, Peletiah!" exclaimed the parson's wife, in consternation, at hisunlooked-for appearance, and, "Oh, Grandma!" in the same breath, "I'm sosorry I must go. "

"So sorry? What's ben a happenin' that Polly's sorry?" said Grandma, supposing that was in the letter. "Now I know that blessed little creeterhas got hurt, an' they wouldn't let me know afore the rest. "

"It isn't in the letter, " declared Mrs. Henderson, in a loud, hasty tone, hurrying out of her chair. "Peletiah, what does your father want, do youknow?"

"I don't know exactly, " said Peletiah deliberately, "only Aunt Jerushatumbled down the cellar stairs; maybe that's it. "

"Oh, dear me! dear me!" cried the parson's wife, in a great fright. "Peletiah, here are the letters from the Pepper children"--thrusting theminto his hand--"do you stay and read them to Grandma. And be sure to tellher why I went home, " and she actually ran out of the kitchen, and down thelilac-bordered path. 

Peletiah, left alone with the letters, turned them over and over in hishands, as he stood quite still in the middle of the kitchen floor. He neverthought of disobeying, and presently he pulled up another chair, just infront of Grandma, and sat slowly down. 

"Oh, I know she's got hurted bad, " she kept groaning, "an' I shan't neversee her again. Oh, the pretty creeter! Hain't she hurted bad?" she askedanxiously, bringing her cap frills to bear on the boy in front. 

"Yes, I guess so, " said Peletiah cheerfully; "she fell way down all overthe cat sitting on the stairs. "

"Where'd you say she fell?" screamed Grandma. 

"Cellar stairs, " Peletiah raised his voice, too, and sprawled out his handsto show how his Aunt Jerusha must have descended. 

"Oh, me! oh, my!" exclaimed Grandma, in great sorrow, "that blessed littlecreeter! to think she's fell and got hurted!"

"She ain't little, " said Peletiah, who was extremely literal, "she's awfullong and bony!" And he could think of no special reason for calling herblessed, but that might be Grandma's fancy. 

"Well, read them letters, " said Grandma mournfully, when she could controlher speech enough to say anything; "maybe they'll tell more about theaccident, " and she put her hand again behind her best ear. 

"'Tain't in the letters, " said Peletiah, "it's only just happened. " ButGrandma didn't hear, so he picked up Polly's letter, which was open, andbegan in a singsong tone:

"'Dear Mrs. Henderson--'"

"Hey?"

"'Dear Mrs. Henderson, '" cried Peletiah, in a shrill, high key. 

"Do move up closer; I'm a little hard o' hearin'--jist a mite, " saidGrandma. So Peletiah shoved his chair nearer, and began again:

"'Dear Mrs. Henderson, we are going to have the very loveliest thinghappen, and I want to write to you now, because next week there won't beany time at all, we shall be so very busy. '"

It was impossible to stop Peletiah until he had rounded a sentence, as heconsidered it his duty to pay strict attention to a period. So, althoughGrandma screamed, and even twitched his jacket sleeve, she couldn't get himto stop. The consequence was that he had to shout this over till at lastshe understood it, and then she turned a bewildered face upon him, but ashe was deep in his second sentence, he didn't see it, but plodded patientlyon. 

"'Grandpapa is going to let us have a garden party; there are tickets to besold, for we are going to raise money to send poor children out into thecountry. And Jasper is getting up the post office, which Grandpapa says wemay have in the Wistaria arbor. And we girls are all making fancy work, and oh, Phronsie is making a pin-cushion which Mr. Hamilton Dyce has boughtalready. Just think, and oh, I do believe we shall make lots and lots ofmoney! Give my love to dear, dear Grandma Bascom, and please read thisletter to her. From your loving little friend, Polly. '"

Peletiah, considering it better to read this all as one sentence, haddroned it out without a break, to look up and find Grandma sunken backagainst her chair, her cap frills trembling with indignation. 

"I hain't heard a single word, " she said, "an' there's that blessed childgot hurt, an' I can't seem to sense it at all. "

"She ain't hurt, Polly ain't, " said Peletiah, stoutly defending himself. "They're going to have a garden party. "

"A what?" screamed Grandma. 

"A _garden_ party. "

"Oh, then she fell in the garding, an' you said cellar stairs, " she criedreproachfully. 

Peletiah looked at her long; then he got out of his chair and leaned overher. 

"My Aunt Jerusha fell, " he screamed, so loud that Grandma started. 

"Oh, an' the Pepper children ain't hurt?" she cried, in great relief. 

"No, they're going to have a party. " He wisely left out the garden thistime. 

"You don't say so!" exclaimed Grandma, greatly pleased at the hint of anyfestivities, no matter how distant, and the smiles began to run all overher wrinkled face again. "I wonder now, " she said, "if they don't want myreceet for Cousin Mirandy's weddin' cake; it's in th' Bible there"--noddingover to the little stand. 

Peletiah, seeing her so absorbed, waited patiently till the second letterwas called for. He never for an instant thought of sliding off; so hepulled it out of its envelope, and got ready. 

At last Grandma pulled herself out of the charms of Cousin Mirandy'sreceet, and set her spectacles straight. 

"Who writ that one?" she asked. 

"Joel, " said Peletiah, finding it quite to his liking to read this one, forJoel never wasted any time in preliminaries, but came to the point at once, in big, sprawly letters. 

"'Dear Misses Henderson. '" Somebody must have corrected him then, for hescratched out the "Misses, " and wrote on top "Mrs. " "'You tell GrandmaBascom, please, that it's just prime here, but I like her peppermints, too, and I won't chase her old hens when I come back. Joel. '"

When Grandma really got this letter by heart, she laughed and said it haddone her good, and she wished Joel was there this minute, in which Peletiahhardly concurred, being unable to satisfy Joel's athletic demands. And thenshe looked over at the little mahogany stand, and the tears rolled down herwithered old cheeks. 

"I'd give anythin' to see him comin' in at that door, Peletiah, " she said, "an' he may chase th' hens all he wants to when he comes back"; for Grandmaalways cherished the conviction that the "Five Little Peppers" were to makelife merry again in their "little brown house, " and she went on so long inthis way that Peletiah, who had glanced up at the clock many times, said atlast, in a stolid way, "There's another letter. " And Grandma, looking down, saw a little wad in his hand. 

"Now I do believe that's from the blessed little creeter, " she exclaimed, very much excited; "that must be Phronsie's. "

"Yes, it is, " said Peletiah. 

"Why didn't you tell me that before?" cried Grandma. "You should 'a' readit first of all. " She leaned forward in her chair, unable to lose a word. 

"You didn't tell me to, " said Peletiah, in a matter-of-fact way. 

"Well, read it now, " said Grandma, quavering with excitement. 

"There ain't nothin' to read, " said Peletiah, unfolding the paper, manytimes creased. 

"Hey?"

"There ain't nothin' to read, " repeated Peletiah; "you can see foryourself. " He held it up before her. There were many pencil marks goingthis way and that, by which Phronsie felt perfectly sure that her friendswould understand what she was telling them. And once in a while came thegreat achievement of a big capital letter laboriously printed. But forthese occasional slips into intelligible language, the letter presented amedium of communication peculiar to itself. 

"Ain't it sweet!" said Grandma admiringly, when she had looked it all over. "The little precious creeter, to think of her writin' that, and all byherself too!"

"You can read it as well upside down, " observed Peletiah. 

"I know it. " Grandma beamed at him. 

"Just think of that child a-writin' that! Who'd ever b'lieve it?"

"I must go now, " announced Peletiah, getting out of his chair and beginningto stretch slowly. 

"Well, now tell your ma I thank her for comin', and for them letters fromthem precious childern. An' see here. " Grandma leaned over and pulled outthe under drawer of the little stand. It wasn't like giving peppermints toJoel Pepper, and it sent a pang through her at the remembrance, butPeletiah had been good to read those letters. 

"I'm a-goin' to give you these, " she said, beginning to shake therefrominto her hand three big, white peppermints and two red ones. 

"No, I thank you, ma'am, " said Peletiah stiffly, and standing quite still. 

"Yes, you take 'em, " said Grandma decidedly. "You've been real good to readthem letters. Here, Peletiah. "

"No, I thank you, ma'am, " said Peletiah again, not offering to stir. "Well, I must be going, " and he went slowly out of the kitchen, leaving Grandmawith the big peppermints in her hand. 

That evening, after everything was quiet at the parsonage, the ministercalled his wife into the study. 

"We will look that letter over from Mrs. Fisher, now, my dear. "

Mrs. Henderson sat down on the end of the well-worn sofa. 

"Lie down, dear, " he said, "and let me tuck a pillow under your head. Youare all tired out. "

"Oh, husband, I am sure you are quite as tired as I am, " and the color flewinto her cheeks like a girl. But he had his way. 

"You better leave the door open"--as he went across the room to closeit--"Jerusha may call. "

"Jerusha won't need us, " he said, and shut it. 

"You know the doctor said she was not much hurt, only strained and bruised, and she's quite comfortable now. Well, my dear, now about this letter. Doyou think we might take this child?"

"We?" repeated his wife, with wide eyes. "Why, husband!"

"I know it seems a somewhat peculiar thing to propose"--and the parsonsmiled--"with our two boys and Jerusha. "

"Yes, " said Mrs. Henderson, "it is, and I never thought seriously of it. "

"She won't do Peletiah any harm"--and then he laughed--"and she mightbrighten him up, if she's the girl Mrs. Fisher's letter indicates. And asfor Ezekiel, there's no harm to be thought of in that quarter. Our boysaren't the ones, wife, to be influenced out of their orbits. "

"Well, there's Jerusha. " Mrs. Henderson brought it out fearfully, and thenshut her mouth as if she wished she hadn't said anything. 

"I know, dear. You needn't be afraid to speak it out. It is always on mymind. Oh, I do wish--" and the parson began to pace the floor with troubledsteps. 

His wife threw back the old sofa-blanket with which he had tucked her up, and bounded to his side, passing her hand within his arm. 

"Don't, dear, " she begged. "Oh, why did I speak!" she cried remorsefully. 

"You said no more than what is always on my mind, " said the minister again, and he pressed the hand on his arm, looking at it fondly. "Poor Almira!" hesaid, "I didn't think how hard you would have to work to please her, when Itook her here. "

"But you couldn't help it, husband, " she cried, looking up at him with aworld of love. "After your mother died, what place was there for her to go?And she really was good to her. "

"Yes, " said the minister, and he sighed. "Well, it's done, and she is here;but oh, Almira, I think it's made a great difference with our boys. "

Mrs. Henderson's cheek paled, but it wouldn't do to let him see herthoughts further on the subject, he was so worn and tired, so she said:

"Well, about the little girl, husband?"

"Yes, Mrs. Fisher's letter must be answered, " said the parson, pullinghimself out of his revery. "She asks if we can find a place in Badgertownfor this child, who seems uncommonly clever, and is, so she writes, verytruthful. And I'm sure, Almira, if Mrs. Fisher says so, the last word hasbeen spoken. "

"Yes, indeed, " said his wife heartily. 

"And they've found out a great deal about her. She's been half starved andcruelly beaten. "

The parson's wife hid her tender eyes on her husband's coat sleeve. 

"Oh, dear me!" she exclaimed sympathetically. 

"And the old woman who pretended to be her grandmother, and who beat herbecause she wouldn't steal, became frightened at the investigation, and hascleared out, so there is no one to lay a claim to 'Rag. '"

"To whom?" asked Mrs. Henderson, raising her head suddenly. 

"Rag--that's the only name the child says she has. But Mrs. Fisher writesthey call her Rachel now. You didn't notice that when you read the letter, did you, Almira?"

"No, " said his wife, "I didn't have time to read more than part of it. Don't you remember, I hurried over to Grandma Bascom's with the littlePepper letters, and you said you'd talk it over with me when I got home?And then Peletiah came after me, and I ran back here to poor Jerusha. "

"Oh, I remember. I shouldn't have asked you. " He nodded remorsefully. "Well, then, I'll tell you the rest. You read the first part--how they ranacross the girl, and all that?"

"Yes. Oh, dear me! it gives me a shiver now to think what an awful riskthat blessed child, Phronsie, ran, " cried Mrs. Henderson. 

"I know it; I cannot bear to think of it even in the light of her safety, "said Mr. Henderson. "Well, now, Mr. King has taken upon himself to supportand to educate Rag--Rachel, I mean--and the best place, at first, at anyrate, to put her is Badgertown. Now what do you say, Almira, to her cominghere to us?"

The parson's wife hesitated, then said, "Jerusha--" and paused. 

"Will she be made unhappy by Jerusha, you mean?" asked the parson. 

"Yes. "

"No, I don't believe she will, " he said decidedly. "You must remember shehas had her old 'Gran' as she calls her, and after that I think she canbear Jerusha. "

"Oh, yes, " said Mrs. Henderson, "I forgot. Then I say, husband, we willtake this child. I should really love to put the brightness into her life. And please let her come soon. " A pretty glow rushed up to her cheek, andthe parson's wife actually laughed at the prospect. 

VII

THE DISAPPOINTMENT

"Will it stop, Grandpapa?" Phronsie, kneeling on a chair, her face pressedclose to the window pane, turned to old Mr. King, looking over hershoulder. 

"I'm afraid not, dear, " he answered. 

"Doesn't God know we want to help the poor children?" she asked suddenly, asurprised look coming into her eyes. 

"Yes, yes, dear; of course he knows, child. "

"Then why does he let it rain?" cried Phronsie, in a hurt voice. 

"Oh, because, Pet, we must have rain, else the flowers wouldn't grow, youknow. "

"They're all grown, " said Phronsie, trying to peer out into the thicktwilight between the great splashes of rain running down the window overtoward the garden, "and now we can't have our party to-morrow, Grandpapa, "she added sorrowfully. 

"No, it would be quite too wet, after this downpour, even if it clearedto-night, " said the old gentleman decidedly. "Well, Phronsie, child, wemust just accept the matter philosophically. "

"What's philo--that big word, Grandpapa?" she asked, turning away from hereffort to catch sight of the flower-beds, off in the distance, gay with thewealth of blooms saved for the hoped-for festivities of the morrow, and sheput her arm around his neck. 

"Oh, that? It was a pretty large word to use to you, and that's a fact, "said the old gentleman, with a little laugh. He was having rather a hardtime of it to conceal his dismay at the blow to all the plans andpreparations so finely in progress for the garden party. "Well, it means wemust make the best of it all, and not fret. "

"Oh!" said Phronsie. Then she turned back to her window again, and surveyedthe driving storm. 

"Perhaps the flowers like it, " she said, after a pause, when nothing washeard but the beating of the rain against the glass; "maybe they arethirsty, Grandpapa. "

"Yes, maybe, " assented Grandpapa absently. 

"And if God wants it to rain, why we must be glad, mustn't we, Grandpapa, if he really wants it?"

"Yes, yes, child, " said the old gentleman hastily. 

"Then I'm glad, " said Phronsie, with a long sigh, and she clambered downfrom her chair, "and let's find Polly and tell her so, Grandpapa. "

Over in the library there was a dismal group. Joel was fighting valiantlywith a flood of tears, doubling up his little fists and glaring at Percyand Van at the least intimation of a remark to him. Little Davie hadsuccumbed long ago, and now, crammed up in a small heap in the corner backof the sofa, was rivaling the storm outside, in the flood of tears hesupplied. 

Jasper crowded his hands in his pockets, marching up and down the longroom. Polly, who was swallowing hard, as if her throat hurt her, wouldn'tlook at one of the boys. Little Dick was openly wailing in his mother'sarms. 

"Oh, shut up that, kid, will you?" cried Percy, crossly, over at him. 

"Percy, Percy, " said his mother gently. 

"Well, he needn't boo-hoo like a baby, " said Percy; "we've all got to giveup the garden party. "

"We can't have any garden party, " mumbled little Dick between his sobs, andcrying all over his mother's pretty blue silk waist. 

"There, there, dear, " Mrs. Whitney said soothingly, "we'll have it the nextday, perhaps, Dicky boy. "

"Next day is just forever, " whimpered little Dick. "Oh, dear! boo-hoo-hoo!"

Percy started an impatient exclamation, thought better of it, and turned onhis heel abruptly. But Van burst out:

"And the flowers'll all be gone, so what's the use of trying to have itthen?"

"They won't, " cried Joel, in an angry scream, and squaring round at him. "They shan't, so there, Van Whitney!" When the door opened and in walkedMr. King, and Phronsie clinging to his hand. 

"Oh, hush, boys!" cried Polly hoarsely, a wave of shame rising in a rosyflush up to her brow. Oh, why hadn't she tried to keep cheerful instead ofgiving way to the general gloom? And now here were Phronsie and dearGrandpapa, who had ordered "just oceans of flowers" and everything else. Oh, dear, how naughty she had been! She sprang away from the big, carvedtable, over to take Phronsie's hand. 

"The flowers are thirsty, Polly, I guess, " said Phronsie, looking up at herwith a smile; "and when they drink all they want to, why, we'll have theparty, won't we, Polly?"

"Yes, " said Polly, the flush not dying down. 

"Then that'll be nice, I think, " said Phronsie, smoothing down her gown insatisfaction, "and I can finish my cushion-pin now"; for there was onelittle corner still untraveled by the remarkable design observed by theworker. But Mr. Hamilton Dyce had protested he didn't care for any suchtrifling deficiency, for he could put more pins in that quarter, so heshould still be its purchaser. 

"So you can, " cried Polly, with as much enthusiasm as she could muster, andwinking furiously over at the boys. 

"And we can write more letters, " cried Jasper suddenly, springing over toPhronsie's side. 

"Phoo!" exclaimed Joel, "we've got bushels already. "

"Well, it's nice to have more yet, " retorted Jasper, "so you better keepstill, old fellow. "

"I shall write some more, " announced Van, with great pomposity, struttingup and down the room. 

"Hoh-hoh!" laughed Joel, snapping his fingers in derision, "you haven'tfinished one yet, and beside, who can read your chicken tracks?"

"I have, too, " declared Van, very red in the face, ignoring the reflectionon his writing and plunging over to Jasper. "Haven't I, Jasper, written aletter for the post office? Say, haven't I?"--gripping him by thejacket-sleeve. 

"Yes, you have, " said Jasper. "He handed it in this afternoon, " he added, nodding to the group. 

"There, you see. " Van rushed triumphantly up in front of Joel. "You see, Joel Pepper, so you've just got to take that back. "

"Well, only one, " said Joel, "and there can't any one read it, so that's nogood. "

"And I wrote some letters, " cried Phronsie, running away from the littlecircle to thrust her face in between the two boys. "I did, all by myself. One, two, ten, I guess. "

Little Dick at that stopped sniveling, and slipped off from his mother'slap. "I did, too, write some, ten, three, 'leven, just as many as you did. "The tears trailed off from his red cheeks as he bobbed his heademphatically. 

So no one heard quick steps along the hall, and the door being thrown wideby the butler, saying, "They're all in the library. " In came Miss MaryTaylor and Mr. Hamilton Dyce. 

"We thought we'd drop in, " said the gentleman, with a quick glance at MissMary, as if to say, "You see, they didn't need us after all, to help cheerup. "

"Why, how very jolly you all are!" observed Miss Mary. The rain-drops wereglistening on her hair and cheeks, where she had scampered away from theprotecting umbrella at the foot of the steps. "Oh, I'm not wet, Mrs. Fisher"--Mother Fisher at this moment coming in with her mending basket. "I left my mackintosh in the hall. "

"Well, well, " exclaimed Mr. Hamilton Dyce. Joel had left sparring with Vanand now swarmed around the newcomer, for he was extremely fond of him. "Howare the letters coming on, Jasper? By the way, I've a few belated ones, inthe pockets in my coat out in the hall. I'll get them. "

"Let me--let me, " screamed Joel. 

"All right, go ahead. In both side pockets, Joe. " He didn't consider itnecessary to explain that Miss Taylor and he had been busy driving theirpens all the afternoon. 

"Whickets!" cried Joel, rushing back, both hands overflowing, "what a lot!"

"Joel, what did you say?" Mother Fisher glanced up, the lines of worry thathad settled over her face at the terrible disappointment that had befallenthe family, disappearing, now that the usual cheeriness was coming back. 

"I didn't mean to, " said Joel, the color all over his chubby face, "but my, see what a lot! The post office won't hold 'em all!"

"We'll put them with the others, " cried Jasper, "and thank you, oh, somuch, Mr. Dyce; we can't have too many. Come on, all of you, and see ourpile"--running out into the hall, headed for his den. 

"You must thank Miss Mary, " said Mr. Dyce. 

But Miss Mary laughingly protesting the gratitude was not so much due toher, the whole company filed out after Jasper in great good spirits. 

Little Davie, back of the sofa, poked up his head. 

"Are they all gone, Mamsie?" he asked fearfully. 

"Why, Davie, my boy!" exclaimed Mother Fisher, much startled, and layingdown her needle, stuck in a stocking-heel, "I thought you were upstairswith Ben. "

"I haven't been with Ben. " said David, working his way out, to run and layhis swollen little face in his mother's lap. She cleared away her work, andtook him up, to gather him close in her arms. 

"There, there, Davie, mother's boy, it's all right"--smoothing the hairaway from the hot brow--"we can have the garden party another day, andthen perhaps there'll be all the more pleasure and good time. "

"Tisn't that, " said little Davie, wriggling around to look up at her, "butPolly--" and for a moment it seemed as if the floods were to descend again. 

"Oh, Polly is all right, " said Mrs. Fisher cheerfully. 

"Is, she, Mamsie?" asked David doubtfully. 

"Yes, indeed, and you must see that you keep yourself right. That's all anyof us can do, " said Mother Fisher. "Now, Davie, my boy, hop down and runinto Jasper's den with the others. "

"Oh, I can't, Mamsie, " protested Davie, in horror, and burrowing in herarms, "they'll see I've been crying. "

"That's the trouble with crying, " observed Mother Fisher wisely; "it makesyou twice sorry--once when you're doing it, and the next time when itshows. You can't help it now, Davie, so run along. Mother wants you to. "

If Mother wanted them to, that was always enough for each of the "FiveLittle Peppers, " so Davie slid slowly down from her lap, and went out anddown the hall. 

Meantime Miss Mary had taken Polly's arm in the procession to Jasper's den. 

"Oh, Polly, how cheery you have made them!" she exclaimed. "We expected tosee you all perhaps drowned in tears. "

"Oh, I haven't done it--anything to make them happy, " cried Polly, the waveof color again flooding her cheeks; "indeed I haven't, Miss Mary. I've beenbad and wicked and horrid, " she said penitently, her head drooping. 

"Oh, no, Polly, " protested Miss Mary, her arm around Polly's waist. 

"Yes I have, Miss Mary, I----"

"Well, don't let us talk now about it; we will look at the letters. " MissMary drew her within the den. There stood Jasper behind the table perfectlyoverflowing with epistles of every sort and size, while little packages, and some not so very little, either, filled up all the receptacles possiblefor mail matter. 

"Oh, my, what a lot!" exclaimed everybody, as Joel with a dash precipitatedhis handfuls on the already long-suffering pile. 

"This is only the beginning, " laughed Jasper, waving his arms over, tocompass the whole den. "Just look on the top of the bookcase, will you?"

Everybody whirled around. 

"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Grandpapa, at the sight. Letters were scatteredhere and there in the thickest of piles all along the surface, while theChinese vase had a whole handful poking up their faces as if to say, "Herewe are, all the way from China. "

"Dear me, " exclaimed old Mr. King again, "when do you ever expect to sellall those, Jasper?"

"Mine is in there, " announced Phronsie, hanging to his hand and pointing tothe vase. "Grandpapa, it really is; Japser put it there. "

"Did he, Pet?" cried the old gentleman, immensely interested. 

"Yes, he did truly, " said Phronsie, bobbing her head emphatically. "I sawhim my own self, Grandpapa. _And it's to you_. " She stood on hertiptoes and whispered the last bit of information. 

"No, is it?" cried Grandpapa, highly gratified; and, lifting her up to alevel with his face, he kissed her on both cheeks. "Now, Phronsie, I shallalways keep that letter, " he said, as he set her down. 

"Shall you?" cried Phronsie, smoothing her gown with great satisfaction. "Then I'm so glad I wrote it, Grandpapa. "

Over by the table Jasper was saying to Polly:

"Now what shall we do with this dreadfully long evening? Do hurry andthink, Polly, before everybody gets dismal again. "

"Oh, I don't know, " said Polly, at her wit's end. 

"But we must think of something, " said Jasper desperately, and fumbling theletters. 

Polly's eye fell on his restless fingers. 

"We might sort them out, the letters, and tie them up in little packages totake out to the post office. "

"The very thing!" cried Jasper enthusiastically. "Here, all you goodpeople"--he whirled around--"if you want to help, please sit down, andwe'll get this mess of letters sorted and tied up into bundles. " He wavedhis hands over his head, and of course everybody stopped talking at once. 

"Oh, whickets!" Joel screamed; then he caught Polly's eye, and his chubbyface took on a lively red. "Let me--let me!" He crammed himself in betweenJasper and the table. 

"Hold on!" commanded Jasper, "not so fast, Joe, " and he seized Joel's brownhands just grabbing a big pile. 

"Wait till Jasper tells us how to begin, " said Polly, her brown eyesdancing at the prospect of something to do. 

"Oh, dear!" whimpered Joel, stamping in his impatience. The Whitney boyswere crowding up close behind. "Do hurry up, Jasper, " they teased. 

"Well, how shall we begin, Polly?" Jasper wrinkled up his brows inperplexity. 

"Let's ask Miss Mary, " said Polly. So Jasper called, "Miss Mary!" but shedidn't seem to hear, which perhaps wasn't so very strange, after all, asMr. Dyce was telling her something which must have been very interesting, over in the corner. When at last the summons reached her, she came hurryingover with very pink cheeks. "Oh, what can I do to help?"

"We've been calling and calling for ever so long, " said Joel, in a veryinjured tone, for he had added his voice when he saw that things werewaiting for Miss Taylor. 

"Oh, have you, Joel? That's too bad. " Miss Mary's cheeks became pinker thanever. 

"Well, you are always screaming over something, Joe, you beggar"--Mr. Dycepulled his ear--"so it's no wonder that your cries are not attended to onthe instant. "

When Miss Mary saw what was wanted of her, she proposed that Jasper giveout twelve letters to each person, who should tie them up neatly, and putin a big basket. Then they would be ready to take out to the post office inthe Wistaria arbor, and to be sorted into the little boxes which Grandpapahad commissioned the carpenter to make all up and down the sides, leavingone end free for the delivery window. The door for the postmaster and hisassistants was to be at the opposite corner. 

"Oh, yes, how nice!" exclaimed Polly, hopping up and down as ecstaticallyas Phronsie ever did. "Jasper, I'll get a ball of twine, " and she wasflying off. 

"No, you stay here and help me give out the letters, " said Jasper. 

"Oh, I want to do that, " cried Joel, squeezing and crowding. 

"No, you must get the big basket, " said Jasper. "Go and ask Thomas to giveyou one. "

"I don't want to get an old basket, " whined Joel; "let Percy get it. "

"Hoh! I'm not going to, " declared Percy, drawing himself up in great state. 

"Then I will go myself, " said Jasper, flinging down a handful of letters, to hurry off. 

"Joel, " said Polly, in a sorry little voice, and turning away from thetable, "now you will spoil everything, and we've just got to feeling good. How can you, Joey!"

"I didn't mean--" began Joel, turning his back on her, while he winked veryhard, "I didn't mean to, Polly. "

Percy dug the toe of his shoe into the rug, and looked down on the floor. 

"Then run after Jasper, " cried Polly; "hurry, and tell him so. "

"I will, " cried Joel, plunging off, and Percy, being left alone, as Van hadslid away to another group when he saw how things were going on, concludedto follow. And presently Jasper came back. 

"It's all right, Polly, " he nodded brightly to her, and they fell to work. 

And in a minute or two, Joel came back with Percy, carrying the basket, abig market affair, between them. And when he saw what fun they were havingover it, for they were both laughing merrily, Van wished he had gone. 

And seeing his dismal face, Jasper sent him after a ball of twine. And thenPhronsie wanted to get something, and little Dick teased to go too, soGrandpapa suggested they should go after some extra pairs of scissors. 

"And Mamsie will let us take hers out of her workbasket, I guess, " criedPhronsie. "Let us ask her, Grandpapa dear. "

"Oh, you better stop working, Mrs. Fisher. " Old Mr. King popped his whitehead in at the library door. There sat Mother Fisher by the table, mendingaway as usual, for the stockings never seemed to be quite done. "And comeinto Jasper's den and see how fine we all are!" he added gayly. 

"Yes, Mamsie, do come, " chirped Phronsie, running her head in between himand the door-casing to plead. 

"Yes, Mamsie, do come, " echoed little Dick, who would do and say everythingthat Phronsie did. 

"You see, you've simply got to come, " laughed Grandpapa. 

"And may we have your scissors, Mamsie?" Phronsie now deserted old Mr. King, to run over to the big workbasket. 

"My scissors?" repeated Mother Fisher. "Why, Phronsie, child, what are yougoing to do with them?"

"We're going to cut letters, " said Phronsie, with an important air, herfingers already in the basket, which, standing on tiptoe, she had pulledquickly over toward her in her eagerness. "And may we have your scissors, Mamsie?"

"Take care, " warned Mother Fisher, but too late. Over went the big basket, and away rattled all the things, having a perfectly beautiful time bythemselves over the library floor, "Bless me!" ejaculated old Mr. King, while little Dick laughed right out. 

Phronsie stood quite still, the color all out of her round cheeks. Then herbosom heaved, and she darted over to lay her head in Mother Fisher's lap. 

"Oh, I didn't mean to, Mamsie, " she wailed. 

"Oh, deary me! bless me!" exclaimed Grandpapa, in the greatestconsternation, and leaning over the two. 

"There, there, don't mind it, deary. " Mother Fisher was smoothing theyellow hair. 

"Take me, Mamsie, " begged Phronsie, holding up both hands, and she burrowedher face deeper yet in Mrs. Fisher's lap. 

"Oh, dear me!" old Mr. King kept exclaiming. Then he pulled out hishandkerchief and mopped his face violently. This not making him feel anybetter, he kept exclaiming, "Oh, dear me!" at intervals. 

"I'll pick 'em up, " said little Dick cheerfully, beginning to race afterthe spools and things over the floor. 

Mother Fisher had drawn Phronsie up to her bosom, where she cuddled her toher heart's content. "Now, child, " she said, after a minute, "I think youought to help to pick up the things and put them in the basket. See hownicely Dicky is doing it. "

"I'm getting all the spools, " announced Dick, jamming all the chairs asidethat he could move, and lifting a very hot face. "Yes, sir-ee! Come, Phronsie. "

"I think you ought to help him, Phronsie. "

So Phronsie slipped out of her mother's lap obediently, and wiped off hertears. 

"Come on, " said little Dick, in great glee. "I'm going under the table;there's a lot under there. "

And in shorter time than it takes to tell it, the spools, and mendingcotton, and tape measure, and, dear me! the ever-so-many things of whichMrs. Fisher's big workbasket was always full, were all collected from thenice time they were having on the floor, and snugly set up in their placesagain. And Mother Fisher, escorted by the children and old Mr. King, who bythis time was laughing quite gayly once more, was going out into the hall, on the way to Jasper's den. And Phronsie had the big cutting-out shears, and little Dick the smaller, little snipping-thread scissors. 

"Hullo!" Mr. King called out, as the butler ushered into the hall twogentlemen, in dripping mackintoshes. "Now that's fine, Cabot and Alstyne, to drop in of this dismal evening. "

"We've called to condole with you all, " said both gentlemen, as they weredivested of their wet garments, "but it doesn't seem as if our serviceswere needed"--with a glance at Grandpapa and his group. 

"Oh, my family gets over any little disappointment such as bad weather, "observed the old gentleman, with pride. "Well, come this way, the principalobject of interest is in Jasper's den; no need to announce it"--as thepeals of laughter and chatter sounded down the long hall. 

VIII

THE GARDEN PARTY

And so, after all, it turned out to be the very best thing that the gardenparty did not take place until two days after, for all was then as sweetand fresh as a rose--all but one thing. And that was, on the very morningof the eventful day, Mrs. Chatterton drove up. 

But then, as Jasper observed to Polly when this dire news was announced, "Cousin Eunice was always turning up when least wanted. " And Polly had, asusual, to keep back her own thoughts on the subject, to comfort him. Itwould never do to add to his dismay. 

"Why she can't stay in Europe when she's everlastingly saying that there isno place in America to compare with it, I don't, for my part, see, " hecried, in a pet. 

"I suppose she wants to be with her relations, Jasper, " said Polly, with asigh. 

"Relations?"--Jasper turned suddenly on his heel and thrust his handsdeeply in his pockets--"well, she fights with every single one of them, "he said savagely. 

"Oh, Jasper--fights!" exclaimed Polly, in horror, whose great grief hadalways been at having no relations, so to speak. "Dear me, how verydreadful!"

"Well, you know she does, " said Jasper gloomily, and squaringround--"always picking and carping at something or somebody; and now Fatherwill be all upset by her. If she had only waited till to-morrow!"

Polly felt such a dreadful sinking of her heart just then, that for aminute she didn't speak. There didn't seem to be any comfort for this. 

"And just think how good Father has been, " went on Jasper, too miserable tokeep still, "and all those flowers he had ordered, for of course hecouldn't let the florists suffer, and that he sent to the hospitals when itpoured so. "

"I know it, " said Polly, swallowing hard. 

"And now he has ordered another lot, and everything else--why, you know, Polly, there isn't anything Father hasn't done to make this fair a success, and now she has come!" Jasper flung himself into a chair and buried hisface in his hands. 

"Oh, Jasper, " cried Polly, running over to him in the greatest distress, "don't! Oh, dear me! What can we do?"

"Nothing, " said Jasper, in the depths of gloom; "nothing will do any goodso long as she has come. "

"Oh, there must something be done, " declared Polly quite wildly, andfeeling equal to anything. If she only knew what would avail! "_Hush, here comes Grandpapa!_"

"Oh, he mustn't see us feeling badly. " Jasper sprang from his chair. "Come, Polly, " and they flew out into the side hall. 

"Now where are those two, Polly and Jasper?" said old Mr. King to himself, coming to the library in a great state of irritation. "I've searched thishouse for them, and nobody seems to have the least idea where they havegone. Polly! Jasper!" he cried loudly, and it wasn't a very pleasant voice, either. 

"Oh, dear!" Jasper seized Polly's hands in a corner of the hall. "He'scalling us, and we've got to go, Polly, and how we look, you and I!Whatever shall we do!"

"But we must go, " breathed Polly. Then she looked up into Jasper's face. "Let's ask him to go out and help us fix the flowers, " she cried suddenly. 

Jasper gave her a keen glance. "All right, " he said. "Come on, " and beforetheir resolution had time to cool itself, they rushed into the library. 

"Oh, Grandpapa, " they both cried together, "do come out and tell us how tofix the flowers. "

"Hey?" The old gentleman whirled around from the table, where he had begunto throw the papers about. "Did you know Mrs. Chatterton had come back?" Heglared at them over his spectacles, which he had forgotten to remove whenhe had been interrupted with the unwelcome news while peacefully readingthe morning paper. 

"Yes--oh, yes, " said Jasper. 

"Oh, yes, we know it, " cried Polly cheerfully, "but, Grandpapa, we wantyou"--tugging at his hand. 

"Hey? you knew it?" The old gentleman's tone softened, and he sufferedhimself to be led toward the door. "And you want me, eh?"--feeling withevery step as if life, after all, might be worth living. 

"Yes, we do indeed, Father, " cried Jasper affectionately, possessinghimself of the other hand. 

"And oh, the flowers you sent are just too lovely for anything!" criedPolly, dancing away along by his side. "They're gorgeous, Grandpapa dear. "

"Are they so?" Grandpapa beamed at her, all his happiness returned. "So youwant me to tell you how to arrange them, eh?" And his satisfaction in beingappealed to was so intense that he held his head high. "Well, come on, " andhe laughed gayly. 

Mrs. Chatterton, newly arrived in the handsome suite of apartments CousinHoratio's hospitality always allowed her, looked out of the window, and, having no one else to confide her opinions to, was not averse to chattingwith her French maid. 

"Isn't it perfectly absurd, Hortense, to see that old man?--and to thinkhow particular and aristocratic he used to be! Why, I can remember when hewould hardly let Jasper speak to him in some of his moods, and now just seethat beggar girl actually holding his hand, and he laughing with her. "

"A beggaire, is it?" cried Hortense, dropping the gown she was brushing, torun to the window. "I see no beggaire, madame"--craning her neck. 

"You needn't drop your work, " said Mrs. Chatterton, with asperity, "justbecause I made a simple remark. You know quite well whom I mean, Hortense. It's that Polly Pepper I'm speaking of. "

"She is not a beggaire, madame, " declared Hortense pertly, opening herblack eyes very wide. "Oh!" She extended her hands and burst into a seriesof shrill cackles. "Why, she's like all de oder children in dis house, andI think truly, madame, de best. "

"Go back to your work, I say, " commanded Mrs. Chatterton, in a fury, forgetting herself enough to stamp her foot. So Hortense picked up thegown, but she continued to cackle softly to herself, with now and then afurtive glance at her mistress. 

Outside, with all the sunny influence of the summer morning upon him, oldMr. King, and Polly, and Jasper went about, superintending the placing ofthe flowers. For there seemed to be a great many in the pots, with fernsand palms, to distribute where they would best show off and be persuaded toswell the poor children's fund, "Oh, Grandpapa dear! what richness!" sighed Polly, clasping her hands inecstasy. "I do think I never saw so many, and such beauties. Only look, Jasper, at that azalea!"

"I know it, " said Jasper, his eyes sparkling, "and those orchids, Polly!"

"Oh, I know--I know, " said Polly, spinning about to take it all in. Old Mr. King put back his head and laughed to see her. 

"I'm so glad you like it, Polly, my girl, " he said, heartily pleased. 

"Like it, Grandpapa!" repeated Polly, standing quite still. "Oh, it's justtoo beautiful!" and she clasped her hands tightly together. 

"Well, I think we'd best get to work, " said Jasper, bursting into a laugh. "Come on, Polly, let's set about it. "

"I think so, too, " said Polly, coming out of her rapture. Thereupon ensuedsuch a busy time!--especially as old Turner and two of his under-gardenerscame up for directions, and Mr. King went off with them. So for the nexthour Polly seemed to be on wings, here, there, and everywhere, andbreathing only the sweet fragrance of the flowers. 

"How Phronsie would enjoy it--the fixing and all!" she mourned, in themidst of it, as the transforming of the flower-tables into veritable bowersof beauty went on. 

"But you know she had to take a long nap, else she would be all tired out. And the afternoon is going to be a long one, Polly. "

"Oh, I know, " said Polly, flying on with her work faster than ever, "andMamsie was right to make her go to sleep. "

"Mrs. Fisher is always right, " said Jasper decidedly, "ever and always. "

"Isn't she!" cried Polly, in a glow. "Well, Jasper, do you think thatsmilax ought to be trained up there?" She twisted her head to view theeffect, and looked up at him anxiously. 

"Yes--no, " said Jasper critically; "I don't believe I'd put it there. Itlooks too much, Polly; there are so many vines about. "

"So it does, " said Polly, in great relief. "Heigh-ho! when one is workingover any thing it looks so different, doesn't it?"

"I should say so, " cried Jasper. "Oh, Polly, it can't ever in all thisworld be twelve o'clock. "

"It can't!" exclaimed Polly, in dismay. But there was one of thewhite-capped maids coming across the lawn, with the summons to go in toluncheon, which was to be served at an earlier hour than usual. 

And after that, no one had more than a moment in which to think, for atthree o'clock the garden party was to open, and the fair to be in fullprogress. 

Long before that time, the avenues and streets leading out to the HoratioKing estate were thronged with children of all ages and sizes; most of themwith their nurse-maids, all bound to the scene of the garden party, theirsmall purses dangling by chains from their arms, or carried carefully intheir hands. For wasn't this to help poor children who didn't have anypleasant homes, but lived in stuffy tenement houses, to go out into thebroad, beautiful country, where they could race in the fields and play withthe chickens, and pick all the flowers they wanted to? And so, ever sincethe announcement had been made that such a fund was to be raised, there hadbeen much hoarding of pennies, and no slight self-denial on the part of theyounger element, who would naturally be drawn into the plan. 

All the society people were to drive up later; and until the early eveninghours it was to be the function of the town, which every one was anxious toattend. But everybody in Mr. King's household was to be ready to receive, exactly at three o'clock. 

Phronsie was in the highest of spirits, having Grandpapa's hand to clingto, trying to welcome all the guests, and keeping one eye out to see thatRachel was enjoying herself, attired in a pretty, pink cambric gown, herblack hair--which now seemed, oh, so soft and pretty!--tied back withlittle pink bows. And Rachel's eyes--well, there! no one would ever havesuspected that they had only been accustomed to the squalor of Gran'sapartment, and Gran herself, but one short week ago. They now looked on theworld in general, and this fair scene in particular, with all thenonchalance of one born and brought up in the midst of such conditions ascould bring about a state of affairs like the present that surrounded her. And many asked, "Who is that child?" for it was clearly seen that shewasn't of the set that was thronging the grounds. 

Rachel herself was wholly unconscious of the remarks that were being made, so she devoted her heart and soul to the duty assigned to her, that ofwaiting on Polly and her bevy of school friends in one of theflower-bowers. And she never bothered about any curious glances, or asides, until a chance remark struck her ear as she was hurrying across the lawn, which she thought needed attention; then she raised her head, and her blackeyes grew sharp and intent. It was Mrs. Chatterton who was speaking. 

"Yes, it's a little beggar girl he took in, " and the cackle was unpleasantthat accompanied the words. "Dear me! I expect she'll rob us all; suchcreatures are so sly. " She was pointing out Rachel to one of her friendslately arrived from Europe, and who had exerted herself to come early andsee the children. 

"Do you mean me?" demanded Rachel, her black eyes, like gimlets, on thelong, cynical face. "'Cause if you does, I can tell you that what I does, Idoes right out on top; an' I guess by the looks o' you, that ain't yourstyle. "

"You impertinent creature!" exclaimed Mrs. Chatterton, her long facecrimson with passion, not allayed by seeing that her friend could withdifficulty control her amusement. "She'll tell this everywhere, " she fumedwithin. "I shall go and speak to my cousin, Mr. King, about you, girl. " Shemoved her arm and shapely hand, both very beautiful still, and wellexhibited on every occasion, and started off with great dignity. 

"I would, " said Rachel scornfully. Then she laughed, "Oh, me! oh, my!you're such a favor_ite_, you are!" and she doubled up her thinfigure, and went off in a little gust of merriment. 

"Come with me. " Mrs. Chatterton darted back and seized her friend's arm todrag her away. "That detestable creature makes me feel quite faint. "

As soon as they had disappeared down a winding path, Rachel's amusementquite left her. She drew herself up stiffly, and hurried back to Polly, tobe the same quiet, attentive, deft little maiden as before. 

"You do tie flowers up so beautifully, " cried Polly, handing her anotherbig spool of baby ribbon. "Doesn't she, girls?"

"Yes, indeed, " cried ever so many. 

"I can't tie a bow to save myself, " declared Alexia; "it all snarls up, andit looks for all the world, when I get through, as if my dog had chewed it. Oh, dear me! Yes, that basket is two dollars. "

"I'll take it, " said the little tot who had to stand on tiptoes to peerover the table with its blooming beauty. "I want it for my mamma, " and hegave his smart little cane to the nursemaid to hold, while he opened hispurse. 

"Well, it's a beauty, Rick, " said Alexia, picking up the basket; "theviolets are so sweet, " and she sniffed them two or three times as shepassed them over. 

"Here's Rick Halliday, " called Clem, at the other end of the table. "NowI'm going to make him buy something of me. We must all make him, girls; hisfather's given him oceans of money to spend, of course. "

It was loud enough for Polly to hear, and she dropped the box of ribbonunder the table. 

"No, no, " she said decidedly, hurrying over, "Grandpapa said we were not toask a single person to buy. That's the rule, you know, Clem. "

"We could make ever so much more, " grumbled Clem; "it's for the poorchildren, you know, Polly. "

"Grandpapa said not, " repeated Polly, her cheeks like a rose, and back sheflew again to her post. 

"I shan't buy anything of you, Clem Forsythe, " loudly declared small Rickover to her, taking his little cane from the nursemaid's hand, "anyway. Andbeside, my papa said if any one teased me to spend my money, I was to comeright away. But he didn't believe they would here. " And with his basket offlowers for his mother, he moved off with great dignity across the lawn, swinging his cane as he had noticed the men did. 

"Of all kids, I do think that Rick Halliday is the most detestable infant, "exclaimed Clem, in great discomfort. "Oh, yes, Mrs. Nunn"--her facebrightening--"we have heliotrope, ever so much of it. " She thrust her handsinto a big vase overflowing with fragrance. "How many? Oh, three dozensprays. Yes, indeed. "

[Illustration: "But this is ten dollars, " said Joel]

And the bands--one at the end of the big lawn, and the other on the terraceat the farther side of the house--were playing their sweetest; and now thesociety folk began to put in an appearance among the throngs of children. Everybody was in gala attire, and the garden party was at its height. 

"Joel, " cried Mr. Cabot to that individual, rushing in and out among thelittle knots of gayly dressed visitors, "here, run over to the post office, will you, and see if there are any letters for me?"

"All right, " Joel cried, as he flew along. And in an incredibly short spaceof time, back he rushed with three missives. 

"How much?"

"Ten cents apiece, " said Joel promptly. "I'll get change in a minute, " andhe was flying off again with the bill thrust into his hand. 

"I don't take any change here. I don't want any; I won't be bothered withit, " declared Mr. Cabot, in his most decided fashion. 

"But this is ten dollars, " said Joel, aghast, and stopping short to flapthe bill. 

"Never mind, that's my affair; go along, or I'll report you. Aren't you oneof the postmen?"--pointing sternly to his badge. 

"Yes, " said Joel, straightening up, and puffing out his chubby cheeks withpride. 

"Well, then, you'll find yourself reported if you don't march, " cried Mr. Cabot "So off with yourself to the postmaster. "

"Come on, Joel, " called another of the postmen, who happened to be Percy, rushing along. "I'm going to get my mail bag now, there's just a crowd offolks waiting over there for letters"--pointing over to the pine grove. 

"So will I get mine, " shouted Joel, "and see here"--waving his ten-dollarbill--"what Mr. Cabot sent to Jasper. I guess that'll send one poor childoff into the country, Percy Whitney! Won't that be prime!"

There was such a crowd around the Wistaria-arbor post office, that Percyand Joel, who much preferred being letter-carriers to helping Jasperwithin, had to crawl in under the vines, to find the mail bags. 

"Here, Jasper, " cried Joel, "take it, do"--throwing the ten-dollar billdown in a flurry, to fling the strap of his mail bag over his head beforePercy should get his in order. 

But Jasper, who was trying to satisfy the demands of a throng of people allclamoring at the small window for letters, didn't see it, or even hear hisname called. So the ten-dollar bill lay perfectly still where it fell, until it got all tired out, and a little puff of wind, sweeping through thearbor, blew it first to one side, and then to the other, until at last itfell down among a tangle of evergreen with which the posts of the arborwere wound. And presently, Van, who much preferred being assistant toJasper to running about as a letter carrier, came along and exclaimed, "Oh, that silly old green stuff! It takes up so much room!" And he twitched offa lot of it, and the ten-dollar bill, well crumpled up inside of the bunch, sighed and said to itself as it was flung under the counter, "Now I guessI'm dead and buried forever. "

Meanwhile, Joel, as happy as a lark at the thought of Mr. Cabot'scontribution, went off on the wings of the wind, distributing letters, here, there, and everywhere, and receiving lots of orders. 

It was, "Oh, Joel, get me a letter, "

And, "Joel, get me one; I can't get near the post office; there's a perfectmob there, "

And, "Joel Pepper!"--from clear across the lawn--"come over here; Mrs. Singleton wants to see you about some letters, " until Joel began to feelthat he was about running the whole post-office department, and it seemedas if every drop of blood was in his chubby face, he was so hot. But henever thought of being tired, he was so happy, plunging on. 

"Oh, my gracious, honey! you done mos' knocked de bref out o' me!" It wasCandace, who had left her little shop on Temple Place to help forward thegarden party, against whom he had come up, careless where he was going. 

IX

THE TEN-DOLLAR BILL

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Joel brought himself up remorsefully, trying to recoverthe collection of rag dolls sent spinning from her black arms. 

"An' dey were sech perfec' beauties!" mourned Candace, twisting her handssorrowfully together. "Oh, me! oh, my!"

"They aren't hurt a bit, " declared Joel stoutly, precipitating the wholecollection unceremoniously at her. "There they are, every single one, asnice as ever!"

"Take care, " warned Candace. "Oh, my soul and body!" she mourned, "dey'reall mussed up. "

"You can comb it out, " said Joel, longing to comfort, and forgetting it waswool from Candace's own head. 

"And what'll Mis' Cabot and Mis' Alstyne say?" groaned Candace. Then shesat right down on the grass and began to pick at the dolls discontentedly. "W'y couldn't you 'a' looked whar you're goin', Mas'r Joel?"

"Have Mrs. Alstyne and Mrs. Cabot bought those dolls?" cried Joel, pointinga brown finger at them. "Oh, dear me!" He just saved himself fromexclaiming, "Those horrors!"

"Yes, " said Candace, smoothing a woolly head in great distress, "but Idunno's they'll want 'em now, dey've been shook up so and spilt on degroun'--oh, dear me!"

"Joel, aren't you coming with that letter bag?" and, "Joel Pepper, hurryup!" The cries were now so insistent that Joel dashed away, stopped, andrushed back tumultuously. "Oh, Candace, I'm so sorry!" He flung himselfdown on the grass by her side. Distress was written so plainly all over hishot face that Candace stopped in her work over the dolls to turn and regardhim. 

"Bress yer heart, honey, " she cried, now as much worried over Joel as shehad been about the dolls, "dey ain't hurt a mite--not a single grain, " sheadded emphatically. 

"Oh, Candace, are you sure?" he exclaimed delightedly. 

"Not a mite, " protested Candace, bobbing her own woolly head in a decidedfashion. "Dear me! now I'm afraid I discomberated my turban, an' it's myspick an' span comp'ny one Mr. King give me for this yere berry occasion, "and she put up both black hands to feel of it anxiously. Joel jumped to hisfeet and ran all around the big figure to get the most comprehensive view. 

"It's all right, Candace, " he reported, in great satisfaction. 

"Sure, honey?" she asked doubtfully. 

"Yes, yes, " declared Joel quickly, prancing up in front of her. "I likeyou, Candace; you're just as nice as can be. "

"Den gimme your hands!"--she laid the rag dolls carefully on the grass, andput out both of her black ones--"and hoist me up, honey, dat's a goodchile. "

So Joel stuck out his brown hands, and Candace laying hold of them, hetugged, very red in the face, till finally she set her ample gaiters on theground and stood straight. 

Up rushed Van. 

"They're complaining at the post office, " he squealed. "You've got to giveme your bag. Folks can't get their letters. Give me the bag. " He thrust outboth hands. 

Joel turned on him in a fury, "You aren't going to have my bag, " he screamed. 

"I am, too; you're so slow, and don't give out the letters, " said Van, delighted to find some chance to get the best of Joel, and quite importantto be sent with a message to such an effect. 

"You shan't either; I ain't slow, " cried Joel, answering both statements atonce, and whirling around in an endeavor to keep the bag at his back. ButVan flew for it, disdaining to waste more time over arguments. 

Candace stretched out a large, black hand. "See here, now, Mas'r Van, leggodat bag. " She seized him by the jacket collar with such a grip that hedismissed all thoughts of the mail bag, his one concern now being to getfree from Candace. 

"Ow!" he screamed, wriggling violently. "I don't want the mail bag; let mego, Candace, do!"

"See, " cried little Dick, half across the lawn, to a merry party of ladiesand gentlemen, who turned to follow the pointing of the small finger towardCandace and her capture. 

"Oh, let me go, " cried Van, very red in the face at this, and trying toduck behind her big figure, "_please, _ Candace. "

"Let him go, " begged Joel, just as much distressed; "he won't touch thebag, I don't believe, again, Candace. "

"Oh, I won't, I won't, " promised Van wildly. "I don't want the bag; do letme go, Candace. "

"Yer see, Mas'r Joel was a-helpin' me, " said Candace, slowly releasingVan's jacket collar, "an' 'twarn't none 'o his fault dat he stoppedkerryin' de letters. " But Van was off from under her open fingers and shotacross the green in the opposite direction from little Dick and his party. 

"Now I'll take my dolls to de ladies, " observed Candace, bundling them upin her clean, checked apron. She sent a satisfied glance after Joel, makingquick time toward the post office, then waddled off. 

"Boy!" called a fine, imperious voice, as Joel dashed by a group of ladiesand gentlemen. As there wasn't any other boy in sight, he might be supposedto be the one wanted; but Joel by this time was frantic to get to the postoffice, and with his mind filled with mortification and distress at hisdelay from his duty, he paid no heed to the call, now repeated moreinsistently. 

"It's a lady, " then said Joel to himself, "so I must go back. Oh, dear me!"He wheeled abruptly, and, hot and red-faced, plunged up to the group. 

"What is it, ma'am?" Then he saw to his disgust that it was Mrs. Chatterton. She was surrounded by friends whom she had met abroad. 

"Why didn't you come when I bade you?" she exclaimed arrogantly. "Don't youknow it's your place to serve me?"

"No, ma'am, " said Joel bluntly, his black eyes fixed on her face. One ortwo of the gentlemen turned aside with a laugh. 

"What, you little beggar!" Mrs. Chatterton said it between her teeth, furious at the amusement of her friends, but Joel heard. 

"I'm not a beggar, " he declared hotly, and squaring his shoulders. By thistime he forgot all about the mail bag. "And you haven't any right to sayso"--with flashing eyes. 

Mrs. Chatterton, now seeing him worked up, recovered herself and smiledsweetly. She leaned back in her garden chair and swung her parasol daintilyback and forth. 

"Oh, yes, you are, " she declared; "we all know it, so there is no use inyour denying it. Well, you get us some ices and be quick about it. " Shedismissed him with a wave of her beautiful arm, in its flowing, lacedrapery. 

But Joel did not budge. 

"You don't know it. " He swept the whole group with his black eyes. "Itisn't as she says, is it?"

"No, " said one of the gentlemen who had laughed, whirling around to bring avery sharp pair of eyes on Joel's face, "it isn't, my boy. "

"Well, I must say, " protested Mrs. Chatterton, an angry light coming intoher cold eyes, and turning around on him sharply, "that this isn't veryfriendly in you, Mr. Vandeusen, to pit that upstart boy against me. Nowthere will be no managing him hereafter. "

"Well, but, Mrs. Chatterton, " broke in one of the other gentlemen, in apropitiatory voice, and leaning over her chair, Mr. Vandeusen turningcalmly on his heel to survey the distant lawns through his monocle, "abeggar, don't you know--well, it isn't the pleasantest thing in the worldto be called that, don't you know?"

"Particularly when one isn't a beggar, " said a young lady hotly. Then sheturned to Joel and laid a hand on his arm. "Don't you mind it, " she said. 

"And as for you, Miss Tresor, I should consider it wiser for you to besilent. " Mrs. Chatterton turned on her with venom. "What do you know aboutthese miserable Peppers that infest my cousin's house, pray tell?"

"I like them, " declared Miss Tresor decidedly, not turning her head. "Don'tmind it, my lad. "

"I don't, now, " said Joel. Then the gentlemen laughed again. 

"Oh, I must go. " All his long neglect of his letter-carrier duties, made somuch worse by this delay, now surged over him. He raised his chubby face, over which a smile ran, and bounded off. 

"Isn't he a dear!" exclaimed Miss Tresor impulsively. 

"Come away, Emily, " begged another young lady, seizing Miss Tresor's arm, "the old cat is quite furious; just look at her face. "

"We'll leave her to mamma's tender mercies, " said Emily carelessly, "sheknows how to handle her. Do you remember that scene, Elinor, at Geneva?"

"Don't I!" laughed Elinor, as they sauntered off. 

Well, by the time that six o'clock came, there wasn't so much as a scrap ofa letter left in Jasper's post office, but, instead, a box crammed full ofsilver pieces and banknotes. And Miss Mary Taylor and Mr. Hamilton Dyce, and some other young ladies and gentlemen whom they drilled into theservice, shut themselves up in the library and wrote as fast as ever theycould make their pens fly over the paper, till little white piles appearedon the table. And Percy and Joel and Van and the other boys would rush infor these same piles to put them in the post office, to earn more money, togo into the big box. So back and forth ran these letter carriers, untileven Miss Mary threw down her pen. 

"I can't write another word, " she cried. "I've exhausted everything I canthink of. I don't want to see another letter!"

And then a card was put up outside the Wistaria arbor, "Post OfficeClosed. " And everybody who still had money, was anxious to spend it beforegoing home; so it was just lavished on the flower-bowers, the fancy-worktable, and the candy shop. 

And then, when there wasn't anything more to be bought or sold, the bandsmoved down nearer to the center of the big lawn, making the gay littlegroups all move back, leaving a broad, smooth surface, for the affair wasto end in dancing on the green. 

Meanwhile Grandpapa was gallantly offering his arm to Madam Dyce, andleading her up to an esplanade on the upper terrace, and, word being spreadabout that all the guests were expected to follow, there they found seatsand little tables and a bevy of waiters to serve a delicious supper. Andhere the dancing on the green below by the young people could be seen inall its gayety, the setting sun casting bright gleams upon the merry scene. 

"Dear me! shouldn't you think those young people would be tired enoughafter all they have worked, " observed the old gentleman, leaning back inhis comfortable chair, "to sit still and take it easy with us here?"

"No, indeed!" exclaimed Madam Dyce, "my old feet are actually twitchingunder my gown to dance too. "

"In that case, " observed old Mr. King most gallantly, "let me lead youdown, and will you give me the honor?" He bent his white hair to the levelof her hand. 

"No, indeed, " laughed Madam Dyce; "I will leave the field for the youngpeople. But it carries me back to my youth, when you and I did dance many atime together, Horatio. "

"Did we not?" laughed Grandpapa, too. And then up came some merry groups, tired of dancing, after some supper, when down they would go again, fortified and refreshed, to begin it all over once more. At last, even thelingering ones were obliged to say good-bye. The evening had shut in andthe brilliant garden party was a thing of the past. The King household wasresting and talking it all over on the spacious veranda, luxurious in itscushions and rugs, its easy-chairs and hammocks. 

"Oh, it has been so perfectly beatific!" exclaimed Polly, in a rapture. Shewas curled up on the top step, her head in Grandpapa's lap, who wasensconced in a big chair with Phronsie's tired little face snuggled up onhis breast. "Hasn't it, Alexia?" For Alexia was going to stay over night. 

"Oh, my!" Alexia gave a sigh and squeezed Polly's hand. "I never had such agood time in all my life, Polly Pepper, " she declared. "The poor childrenwon't begin to get the fun out of it that we've had. "

"Oh, those dear poor children!" exclaimed Polly, stretching out her toes, which now began to ache dreadfully; "just think how perfectly lovely it'sgoing to be for them all summer, Alexia. "

Joel caught the last words. He poked up his head from one of the hammocks. 

"Well, I guess Mr. Cabot has helped a poor child to go into the country, "he cried, in a pleased tone. 

"I guess everybody has helped, " observed Ben, "the way your letters went, Jasper! Who would think so many could have been sold!"

Jasper stopped pulling Prince's ears. 

"Didn't they go!" he cried, in huge satisfaction. 

"I guess you were glad to get that big bill, Jasper, " shouted Joel. "My, wasn't he good to send it!"

"Eh?" asked Jasper. Everybody was chatting and laughing, so it wasn'tstrange that things couldn't be heard the first time. So Joel shouted itagain, glad to be allowed to scream such a splendid contribution over andover. "The big bill, wasn't it prime, Jasper!"

"What are you talking about, Joe?" cried Jasper, stopping his play withPrince, as he saw Joel was terribly in earnest over something. 

"Why, the big bill I gave you, that Mr. Cabot sent. Hurrah! Wasn't itfine!" Joel kicked up his heels and emitted a whistle that made Polly clapher hands over her ears. 

"What big bill?" exclaimed Jasper. "What on earth are you talking about, Joe?"

Joel tumbled out of the hammock and took long leaps across the piazzafloor, which landed him in front of Jasper. 

"Why, that ten-dollar bill I gave you that Mr. Cabot sent to the postoffice, " he said, in a breath. 

"You didn't give me any ten-dollar bill, " said Jasper, all in a puzzle;"you've been dreaming, Joe. "

"I--I laid it down right by you. " Joe could only gasp the words now. 

"I didn't see it, " said Jasper. 

X

TROUBLE FOR JOEL

There was an awful pause, for everybody caught the last words. Joel slid tothe floor in a little heap. Mrs. Chatterton spoke up quickly. 

"It's easy enough to see where it went, " and she gave a little laugh. 

"Come on, Joe. " Jasper sprang up and shook Joel's arm. "We'll go and huntfor it. "

"I'll go, too. " Van and Percy screamed it together. Now that any troublehad come to Joel, each vied with the other to see which could work thefaster to help matters. 

"I laid it--right down. Oh, dear me!" Joel was pretty far gone in distressby this time, and blubbered miserably, as they all raced across thegreensward, Polly and Alexia following swiftly. "Hold on there, James, "ordered Jasper, to one of the three men busy dismantling the post office ofits improvised trimmings of pine branches. 

"Eh--eh, sor? Stop, boys, " said James to the workmen within the arbor. 

"We have lost something, " panted Jasper, as the whole group precipitatedthemselves up to the spot. 

"Is that so, sor?" said James, in great concern. "Well, if I'd 'a' knownit, I'd 'a' kept a sharp eye out for it, sor. " Polly and Alexia werealready in the arbor in the thickest of the green branches scattered overthe floor, and the boys were picking and pulling wildly, everywhere abanknote could be supposed to hide. "What was it, sor?"

"A banknote, " said Jasper, down on his knees, prowling over the floor withboth hands, while Joel, who could scarcely see for the tears that streameddown his chubby cheeks, searched desperately on all sides. 

"Is that so, sor?" said James, in great distress. "Well now, that's toobad. We've taken off two loads already, sor. "

"Where have you put them?" demanded Jasper, springing to his feet. 

"Down in the dump, sor. "

"We must look that over, " said Jasper decidedly. "Send your men withlanterns; don't touch a single thing here, James, I'll come back, " and hesprang off. 

"No, no, sor, " said James, touching his cap. "Now, boys, " to the workmen, "you can leave this here; get your lanterns and help the master. "

"All right, " said the men. 

"Polly, you and Alexia keep on hunting, won't you?" called Jasper over hisshoulder, as the boys flew off. 

"Yes, we will, " called back Polly, who would very much have preferred thepleasures of "the dump, " a big dell in process of filling up with just suchdebris as had now been added. 

"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Alexia discontentedly, "now we're mewed up herewhen we might be in that dear old sweet dump, Polly Pepper; and all becausewe're girls. "

"Well, we can't help it, " said Polly, with a sigh, who wished very muchsometimes that she might be a boy, "so we'd much better keep at workhunting for that ten-dollar bill, Alexia. "

"And Joel is so dreadfully careless, " said Alexia, determined to grumble atsomething, and poking aimlessly at the green branches scattered on thefloor. "I don't suppose we'll ever find it in all this world, in such amess. "

"We must, " said Polly, a little white line coming around her mouth. 

"Well, we can't, so what's the use of saying that?" and Alexia gave arestful stretch to her long arms. "Oh, me! oh, my! I'm so tired, PollyPepper!"

"You know we must find that ten-dollar bill, Alexia, " repeated Pollyhoarsely, working busily away for dear life. 

"Well, we can't; it's perfectly hopeless--so do keep still. Just look atall this. " Alexia waved her arms at the green draperies. "I'm going to pullthe rest down anyway, though; that'll be fun, " and she made a dash at it. 

"No, no, " said Polly, on her knees on the floor, "we must leave all thattill Jasper comes back. Come, Alexia, help me look over these. "

"Oh, bother!" cried Alexia, in great disdain, "I don't want to poke overthose old things. You know yourself it's no earthly use; we'll never findit in all this world, Polly Pepper. "

There was a queer little sound, and Alexia, whirling around, saw PollyPepper in a little heap down in the middle of the green branches. 

"Oh, misery! what have I done?"--rushing over to her and shaking her arms. "Oh, Polly, do get up, we _will_ find it, I'm positively sure; do getup, Polly. " But Polly didn't stir. 

"Oh, dear me!" wailed Alexia. "Polly, _please_ get up. " She ran allaround her, wringing her hands. "Oh, what did I say it for! Polly, PollyPepper, we'll find it, as sure as anything. We can't help but find it. Polly, do get up. "

She flung herself down on her knees and began to pat the white face. Pollyopened her eyes and looked at her. 

"What did you say such dreadful things for, Alexia?" she saidreproachfully. 

"Oh, I couldn't help it, " exclaimed Alexia remorsefully. "There! Oh, dearme! you've scared me 'most to death, Polly Pepper. Do get up. " So Polly satstraight, and Alexia fussed over her, all the while repeating, "We willfind it, Polly. "

"Dear me!" said Polly, "this isn't hunting for that ten-dollar bill. "

"Well, what's the use?" began Alexia. "Oh, yes, of course we'll find it, "she brought herself up quickly. "Now, Polly, I tell you. " She sprang to herfeet. "Let's clear a place in this corner"--and she rushed over to it--"andthen pick up every branch and shake it, and put it over here. Then we'llknow surely whether that horrid thing is on the floor or not. "

"So we shall, " cried Polly, getting up on her feet; "that's fine, Alexia!"And they set to work so busily they didn't hear when the boys came backfrom their search. But the first moment she saw Jasper's face, Polly knewthat the hunt was unsuccessful, and the next minute Joel threw himself intoher arms and hugged her closely. 

"Oh, Polly, " he sobbed, "it's gone, and it's my fault. "

"Cheer up, old fellow, " said Jasper, clapping him on the back; "we'll findit yet. "

Van and Percy stood dismally by, knocking their heels against the arborside, and feeling quite sure they should burst out crying in anotherminute, if Joel didn't stop. 

Polly patted his poor head and cuddled it in her neck. "Oh, Joey, we'llfind it, " she said, swallowing a big lump in her throat; "don't cry, dear, "while Alexia sniffed and wrung her hands, fiercely turning her back on themall. 

"Now, boys, " said Jasper, in his cheeriest fashion, "we'll all set to workon these vines that are left. Come on, now, and let's see who will work thefastest. "

"I will, " announced Van, rushing over to twitch down the green drapery thathad been such a piece of work for the gardeners to put up. Percy saidnothing, but set to work quietly, lifting each branch to peer under it. 

"Take care, " warned Jasper, pausing a minute in his own work to look overat Van's reckless fingers; "you must shake each one as you pull it down, before you throw it out on the grass, else we'll have all our work to doover again. Oh, Alexia, are you coming to help?"

"Of course I am, " declared Alexia. "Oh, Van, what a piece of work you aremaking!"

Polly was whispering to Joel, "We ought to help, " when Van gave a shout, "I've found it! I've found it!"

"Hurrah!" Jasper leapt down from the railing and plunged up in greatexcitement to Polly and Joel. "There, old fellow, what did I tell you?" hecried with glowing face, and clapping Joel on the back again. 

"Phoh!" exclaimed Percy, in great contempt, "he hasn't, either; it's only abit of green paper. "

"I thought I had, " said Van, quite crestfallen, and flinging down the dingybit; "it looked just like it. "

It was too much; and Joel, who had hopped out of Polly's lap, flung himselfon the floor and cried as if his heart would break. They couldn't get himout of it, so Jasper just picked him up and marched off to the house withhim to give him to Mother Fisher. 

And the next morning, search as hard as they could--and everybody washunting by that time--not a trace of the ten-dollar bill could bediscovered. And Mrs. Chatterton took pains to waylay Joel in the hall or onthe stairs at all possible opportunities, and ask him, with a smile at hisswollen nose and eyes (for he had cried so he could hardly see), if he hadfound it yet. But these chances became very few, for it was Jasper's andPolly's very especial business to keep guard over Joel, and try to diverthim in every way. Meantime the hunt went on. And the third day, when itbecame perfectly apparent to the entire household that the banknote was insuch a clever hiding-place that no one could find it, Joel, his tears allgone, marched into Mr. King's writing-room and up to his big table, andwithout a bit of warning burst out:

"I want to sell tin!"

"Eh, what?" exclaimed the old gentleman, looking over his glasses. "What isthat you are saying, Joey, my boy?"

"I want to sell tin, " said Joel bluntly. 

_"Want to sell tin!"_ ejaculated old Mr. King, in amazement. 

"Yes, sir, just like Mr. Biggs; he got lots of money. May I, Grandpapa?Please say I may. " Joel ran around the writing-table to plant himself bythe old gentleman's chair. 

"Oh, my goodness!" exclaimed Mr. King, leaning back in dismay, "whatevercan you mean, my boy?"

"Grandpapa"--Joel laid a brown hand on the velvet morning-jacket, andbrought his black eyes very close to the gentleman's face--"I've got toearn that ten dollars; I've got to, Grandpapa, 'cause I lost it. " Joel'svoice broke here, but he recovered it and dashed on, "And I can't do itunless you will let me sell tin. _Please, _ Grandpapa dear. Mr. Biggsused to, in Badgertown, you know, and he took me with him sometimes on hiscart, so I know how; and I can sell a lot. I can wheel it in my expresswagon, and--" Joel by this time was running on so glibly, under theimpression that if he didn't stop, Mr. King would be induced to say yes, that the old gentleman was forced to put up his hand peremptorily. 

"There, there, Joey, my boy, " he said, settling his glasses that hadslipped to the end of his nose, and taking Joel's hand. "Now, then, let'shear all about the matter. "

And in a minute or two Joel was perched on the old gentleman's knee, andthey were having the most sociable time possible. And before long Joelforgot he hadn't laughed for oh, such a long while, and lo and behold!Grandpapa said something so very funny that they both burst out into amerry peal, that rang out into the wide hall beyond. 

"Joel is actually laughing, " exclaimed Polly, coming soberly down thestairs; and she was so overcome by the joyful sound that she sat right downon the step. "Oh, dear me, how perfectly lovely!" she breathed, folding herhands in delight. 

"Isn't it!" Jasper slipped into a seat on the step by her side. "Noweverything is going to be fine when Joe can laugh!"

"Just hear him, " cried Polly, pricking up her ears to catch the blissfulsound, "and Grandpapa, too. Oh, Jasper!"

"I know it, " said Jasper, in great satisfaction. "Father has been so pulleddown because Joe took it so hard. "

"Well, you see, Joel couldn't help it, " cried Polly, "because it wascareless, just as Mamsie said, to leave anything without handing it to theperson. "

"Of course, " assented Jasper quickly. "Mrs. Fisher is right; but I'm sureany one is likely to do it, and Joel was in such a hurry that day, everybody pulling at him this way and that to get letters. "

"I know it, " said Polly, delighted to hear Joel's part taken, "and justthink how he worked before, Jasper. He helped such a perfect lot gettingthe flower-table ready. "

"He helped everywhere, " declared Jasper, bringing down his hand withemphasis on his knee. "I never saw anybody work as Joe did. "

"And now to think that he has lost that money!" mourned Polly, her headdrooping sorrowfully over her closed hands. "Oh, dear me, Jasper!"

"But just hear him laugh, " cried Jasper, springing up; "it's going to beall right now, Polly, I do believe. Come, let's go and hunt some more forthe banknote. "

So they both flew off from the stairs to begin the search for the moneyagain. For no one stopped--dear me, not a bit of it!--the hunt for thehidden ten-dollar bill. Everybody but Phronsie and little Dick searched andprowled in every nook and corner where there was the least possible chancethat the ten-dollar bill could be in hiding. They had both been so sleepyon the evening of the garden party when the loss had been announced, thatit fell unheeded on their ears. And afterward all the household was carefulto keep the bad news from them. So the two children went on in blissfulunconsciousness of Joel's trouble, while the grand hunt proceeded allaround them. 

When Joel emerged from Grandpapa King's writing-room, he was hanging to theold gentleman's hand and looking up into his face and chattering away. 

"You know it means work, " said old Mr. King, looking down at him. 

"I know, Grandpapa, " said Joel, bobbing his stubby, black head. 

"And you must keep at it, " said the old gentleman decidedly, "else no pay. There's to be no dropping the job, once you take it up. If you do, you'llget no money. That's the bargain, Joe?"--with a keen glance into the chubbyface. 

"Oh, I will, Grandpapa, I will, " declared Joel eagerly, and hopping up anddown; "I'll do every single speck of the work. Now do let us hurry and getthe book. "

"Yes, we'll hurry, seeing our business arrangement is all settled, " laughedthe old gentleman. "Now, then, Joel, my boy, we'll go down-town and buy theblank book, so that I can set you to work at once, " and he grasped thebrown hand tightly, and away they went. 

And in ten minutes everybody knew that Joel was going to make a list of allthe books in a certain case in old Mr. King's writing-room, and thatGrandpapa and he were already off down-town to buy a new blank book for thework. And at the end of it--oh, joy!--Joel was to have a crisp ten-dollarbill to replace the one he had lost. 

XI

RACHEL

"Here she comes!" roared Mr. Tisbett. The townspeople, hurrying toBadgertown depot to see the train bearing the new little girl sent on byMrs. Fisher to their parson's care, crowded up, Mr. And Mrs. Hendersonsmilingly in the center of the biggest group. 

"Oh, husband, I do pity her so!" breathed the parson's wife. "Poor thing, she will be so shy and distressed!" The parson's heart gave a responsivethrill, as he craned his neck to peer here and there for their new charge. "She hasn't come. Oh, dear me!"--as a voice broke in at his elbow. 

"I'm here. " The words weren't much, to be sure, but the tone was whollyself-possessed, and when the parson whirled around, and Mrs. Henderson, whohad been looking the other way, brought her gaze back, they saw a littlegirl in a dark brown suit, a brown hat under which fell smooth braids ofblack hair, who was regarding them with a pair of the keenest eyes they hadeither of them ever seen. 

"Oh--oh--my child--" stammered Mr. Henderson, putting out a kind hand. "Soyou have come, Rachel?"

"Yes, I am Rachel, " said the child, looking up into his face and laying herhand in the parson's big one; then she turned her full regard upon theminister's wife. 

Mrs. Henderson was divided in her mind, for an instant, whether to kissthis self-possessed child, as she had fully arranged in her mind beforehandto do, or to let such a ceremony go by. But in a breathing space she hadher arms about her, and was drawing her to her breast. 

"Rachel, dear, I am so glad you have come to us. "

Rachel glanced up sharply, heaved a big sigh, and when she lifted her headfrom Mrs. Henderson's neck, there was something bright that glistened ineither eye; she brushed it off before any one could spy it, as the parsonwas saying:

"And now, where is your bag, child--er--Rachel, I mean?"

Rachel pointed to the end of the platform. "I'll go an' tell 'em to bringit here. "

"No, no, child. " The parson started briskly. 

"Let us all go, " said Mrs. Henderson kindly, gathering Rachel's hand up inone of hers. "Come, dear. " So off they hurried, the platform's length, thefarmers and their wives looking after them with the greatest interest. 

"My, but ain't Mrs. Henderson glad to get a girl, though!"

"Yes, she sets by her a'ready. "

"Sakes alive! I thought she was a poor child, " exclaimed one woman, who wasdreadfully disappointed to lose the anticipated object of charity. 

"So she is, " cried another--"as poor as Job's turkey, but Mr. King hasdressed her up, you know, an' he's goin' to edicate her, too. "

"Well, she'll pay for it, I reckon. My! she looks smart, even the back ofher!"

And before very long, Rachel had been inducted into her room, a prettylittle one under the eaves, neat as a pin in blue-and-white chintzcovering, around which she had given a swift glance of approval. And nowshe was down in the parsonage kitchen, in a calico gown and checked apron;her own new brown ribbons having been taken off from her braids, rolled upcarefully, and laid in the top drawer, the common, every-day ones takingtheir places. 

Peletiah and Ezekiel were each in a corner of the kitchen, with their paleblue eyes riveted on her. 

"Well, dear, " Mrs. Henderson greeted her kindly, "you have changed yourgown very quickly. "

A tall, square-shouldered woman stalked in from the little entry. 

"Oh, Jerusha, " exclaimed Mrs. Henderson pleasantly, "this is the littlegirl that Mrs. Fisher sent us. Rachel, go up and speak to Miss Jerusha. "

Rachel went over obediently and put out her hand, which the parson's sisterdidn't seem to see. Instead, she drew herself up stiffer than ever, andstared at the child. 

"Ah, well, I hope she won't forget that she's very poor, and that you'vetaken her out of pity, " said Miss Jerusha. 

Rachel started back as if shot, and her black eyes flashed. "I ain't poor, "she screamed. "I ain't goin' to be pitied. "

"Yes, you are, too, " declared Miss Jerusha, quite pleased at the effect ofher words, and telling off each syllable by bringing one set of bonyfingers down on the other emphatically; "in fact, you're a beggar, and mybrother----"

"I ain't, ain't, ain't!" screamed Rachel shrilly, and, flinging herself onher face on the floor, she flapped her feet up and down and writhed indistress. "I want to go home!" she sobbed. 

The boys, for once in their lives, actually started, and presently theywere across the kitchen, to their mother, kneeling by Rachel's side. 

"Don't let her go, " they said together. 

"She isn't going, " said Mrs. Henderson, smoothing the shaking shoulders, but Rachel screamed on. 

"Dear me!" The parson hurried in at the uproar, his glasses set up on hisforehead where his nervous fingers had pushed them. "What is the matter?"

"That poor child, " answered Miss Jerusha, pointing a long finger over atthe group in the middle of the kitchen, "is acting like Satan. I guessyou'll repent, brother, ever bringing her here. "

"'Twas Aunt Jerusha, " declared Peletiah bluntly, "and I wish she'd gohome. "

"Hush, hush, dear, " said his mother, looking up into his face. 

There was an awful pause, the parson drew a long breath, then he turned tohis sister. 

"Jerusha, " he said, "I wish you would go into the sitting-room, if youplease. "

"An' let you pet that beggar child, " she exclaimed, in shrill scorn, butshe stalked off. 

Mr. Henderson went swiftly across the kitchen and knelt down by his wife. 

"Rachel"--he put his hand on the little girl's head--"get directly up, mychild!"

Rachel lifted her eyes, and peered about. "Has she gone--that dreadful, bad, old woman?"

"There is no one here but those who love you, " said the minister. "Now, child, get directly up and sit in that chair. " He indicated the one, and ina minute Rachel was perched on it, with streaming eyes. Peletiah, havingstarted to get a towel, and in his trepidation presenting the dish-rag, theparson dried her tears on his own handkerchief. 

"Now, then, that is better, " he said, in satisfaction, as they all groupedaround her chair. 

"Rachel, there mustn't be anything of this sort--tears, I mean--again. That lady is my sister, and----"

_"Your sister!"_ screamed Rachel, precipitating herself forward on herchair in imminent danger of falling on her nose, to gaze at him inamazement. 

"Yes"--a dull red flush crept over the minister's face--"and--and whatevershe says, Rachel, why, you are not to mind, child. "

"She ain't a-goin' to sass me, " declared Rachel stoutly. 

"Well, I don't believe she will again; let us hope not, " said Mr. Henderson, in a worried way. "However, you are not to cry; remember that, Rachel, whatever happens, " he added firmly: "you are to be happy here; thisis your home, and we all love you. "

"You do?" said Rachel, much amazed, looking at them all. "Oh, well, then, I'll stay. " And slipping down from her chair, she seized Mrs. Henderson'sapron. "What'll I do? Mrs. Fisher told me how to wash dishes. May I do'em?"

"Yes, and the boys shall wipe them, " said Mrs. Henderson, and pretty soonthere was a gay little bustle in the old kitchen, the parson staying awayfrom the writing of the sermon to see it. 

But Peletiah and Ezekiel were much too slow to suit Rachel, who got farahead of them, so she flew to the drawer in the big table where she hadseen them get the dish-towels, and, helping herself, she fell to workdrying some of the big pile in the drainer in the sink. 

"I don't see how you can go so fast, " observed Peletiah, laboriouslypolishing up his plate. 

"Well, I don't see how you can go so slow, " retorted Rachel, with deftpasses of the towel over the cup. "My! I sh'd think your elbows had gone tosleep. "

"They haven't gone to sleep, " said Peletiah, who was always literal; andsetting down his plate, half-dried, on the table, he turned over one arm toinvestigate. 

"Of course not, you little ninny, " said Rachel lightly. "I didn't----"

"Rachel, Rachel!" said the parson's wife, over by the table. She wasgetting her material together for baking pies, and she now added gently, "We don't call each other names, you must remember that, child. "

"Oh!" said Rachel. She stopped her busy towel a minute to think, then itflapped harder and faster, to make up for lost time. 

"Well, go ahead, " she said to Peletiah, "and wipe your plate. "

So Peletiah, letting his elbows take care of themselves, picked up hisplate and set to work on its surface again; and pretty soon the dishes wereall declared done, the pan and mop washed out, and hung up. 

"What'll I do next?" Rachel smoothed down her apron and stood before thebaking-table, a boy on either side. 

"Now, boys, " said Mrs. Henderson, pausing in her work of rolling out thepie crust, "I think you had better take Rachel down to see Grandma Bascom. I've told her she's coming to-day, and she's quite impatient to see her. And, Rachel, you can tell her about Mrs. Fisher and Polly and the boys. Andoh, Rachel, be sure to tell her about Phronsie; she does just love thatchild so!"

The parson's wife leaned on the rolling-pin, and a bright color came intoher face. 

"I'll tell her, " said Rachel, a soft gleam in her eyes, and smoothing herapron. 

"And, Peletiah, go into the buttery, and get that little pat of butter doneup in a cloth, and give it to Grandma. I do wish my pies were baked"--andshe fell to work again--"so I could send her one. "

So Peletiah went into the buttery and got the pat of butter, and the threestarted off. The parson stepped away from the doorway into the entry, wherehe had been silently watching proceedings, and went over to the window. 

"Come here, Almira. " He held out his hand. 

She dropped her rolling-pin and ran over to his side. He drew her to him. 

"See, dear, " he said. 

Rachel and the two boys were proceeding over the greensward leading downthe road. She had one on either side; and, wonder of wonders, they were allhand in hand. 

"We're going to see your Gran, " said Rachel, a very sober expressionsettling over her thin little face. 

"What?" said Peletiah. 

"Your Gran; that's what your mother said. "

"Oh, no, she didn't, " contradicted Peletiah; "we are going to GrandmaBascom's. "

"Well, that's the same thing, " said Rachel; "she's your Gran, isn't she?"

"She's Grandma Bascom, " repeated Peletiah stolidly. 

"Oh, dear me! of course! But she's _your_ Gran, isn't she?"--hertongue fairly aching to call him "ninny" again. 

"No, she isn't; she isn't any one's Gran--she's just Grandma Bascom. "

"Oh!" said Rachel. Perhaps it wasn't so very bad as she feared. She wouldwait and see. 

"She's dreadfully deaf, " remarked Peletiah. 

"What's that?"

"She can't hear unless you scream. "

Rachel burst into a loud laugh, but it was very musical; and before theyknew it, although they were very much astonished, the two boys werelaughing, too, though they hadn't the least idea at what. 

"I'm glad of it, " announced Rachel, when she had gotten through. "I love toscream. Sometimes it seems as if I'd die if I couldn't. Don't you?"

"No, I don't, " said Peletiah, "ever feel so. "

"Don't _you?"_ Rachel leaned over to peer into Ezekiel's face. 

"No, I don't, either, " he said. 

"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Rachel, catching her breath. "Well, let's run. "And before either boy knew what was going to happen, she was hauling themalong at such a mad pace as they had never before in all their livesindulged in. 

The butter-pat slipped out of Peletiah's hand, gone on the wind, and landedon the roadside grass. 

"Wasn't that a good one!" cried Rachel, her eyes shining, as she brought upsuddenly. "Oh, my! ain't things sweet, though!"--wrinkling up her nose indelight. 

"I lost the butter-pat, " observed Peletiah, when he could get his breath. 

"I never see anything so beautiful, " Rachel was saying, over and over. Thenshe flung herself flat on the grass, and buried her nose in it, smelling ithungrily. "Oh, my!"

"I lost the butter-pat, " observed Peletiah again, and standing over her. 

"And I'm a-goin' to live here, " declared Rachel, in a transport, andwriggling in the sweet clover, "if I'm good. I'm goin' to be good all thetime. Yes, sir!"

"I lost the butter-pat, " repeated Peletiah. 

"Butter-pat?" Rachel caught the last words and sprang to her feet. 

"Oh, yes, I forgot; we must hurry with the butter-pat. Come on!" and shewhirled around on Peletiah. "Why, where--?" as she saw his empty hands. 

"I lost the butter-pat, " said Peletiah. "I've been telling you so. "

"No, you haven't, " contradicted Rachel flatly. 

"Yes, I have, " said Peletiah stolidly. 

"No such thing. " Rachel squared up to him, her black eyes flashing. "Youhaven't said a single word, you bad, wicked boy. "

"Yes, I have, " repeated Peletiah, ready to say it over for all time; "I'vetold you so a great many times. "

Rachel looked at him, and put up both hands. The only thing proper to dounder such circumstances was to shake him smartly, but it seemed so likeattacking a granite post, and besides, he was the minister's son, and shewas going to be good, else they must send her away (so Mrs. Fisher hadsaid), so her arms flopped down to her side, and hung there dismally. Andshe burst out:

"Where did you lose it, you nin--? I mean--oh, dear me!--where, Isay?"--frowning impatiently. 

"Back there, " said Peletiah, pointing down the road. "You pulled me alongso, it flew out of my hand. "

Rachel set her teeth together hard. 

"Come on!"

She seized a hand of each boy, Ezekiel being a silent spectator all thetime; and if they went fast before, this time, in retracing their steps, itmight be called flying, till a little spot on the roadside grass showed theobject of their search. Peletiah's breath was gone entirely by this time, and he sank down by its side without a word, his brother following suit. 

"I shall carry it now, " announced Rachel, gathering up the little pat, safein its white cloth. "My! 'tain't hurt a bit" She brushed off a fewmarauding ants. "Come on, now!"

Peletiah struggled to his feet and gasped, "I shall carry it, " and put outhis hands. 

"No such thing. " Rachel held the butter-pat firmly in her slender, brownhand. "My! you ain't fit to carry no butter-pats--let 'em drop out of yourhands. Come on!"

"I shall carry it, " declared Peletiah doggedly, and bringing his pale eyesto bear on her face, while he stood still in his tracks. 

"I hope you may get it, " cried Rachel triumphantly. "I never see such aboy. Come on, I say. " She held out her hand with authority. 

"My mother said I was to carry the butter-pat, and I shall carry it, " saidPeletiah, putting out one hand for it, and the other behind his back. 

Rachel wrinkled her brows and thought a minute. 

"So she did, " she said. Then she set the butter-pat in Peletiah's hand, andpinched his thumb down over it. "There, hold on to it, " she said, "oryou'll lose it again. Now, come on!"

The way back was conducted on slower lines, as Rachel had an anxiousoversight lest the butter-pat should again be taken off on the wind, sothat Peletiah and Ezekiel had a chance to recover their breath, with somedegree of composure, by the time they turned down the lane to GrandmaBascom's. There she was, sitting in her big chintz-covered chair, restingafter the morning's work, as they found on entering the little old kitchen. 

Rachel's eyes had been getting bigger and bigger, though she had saidnothing tip to this time; but when they rested on the old lady's face, under the big, frilled cap, she burst out sharply:

"Is that your Gran?"

"She isn't my Gran, " replied Peletiah. 

"No, she isn't, " echoed Ezekiel. 

"Well, is she Gran?" demanded Rachel impatiently--"anybody's Gran--justGran? Say, is she?"

"No, she isn't Gran, " said Peletiah, shaking his head of stiff, light hair. 

"Oh, dear me! you said so, " cried Rachel, in a high, disappointed key. "Oh, dear, dear, dear! I wish she was. " And, terribly afraid she was goingto cry, she marched off to the little-paned window, and twisted her fingersinto knots. 

"She's Grandma, " said Ezekiel, walking over to her and peering around herside. 

"Oh, then she is, " cried Rachel, springing around. "Say"--she seized hisjacket--"she's my Gran, an'----"

"Grandma, I said, " repeated Ezekiel. 

"Yes, yes, Grandma; well, she's mine. "

"She's all our Grandma, " said Ezekiel decidedly. 

"Yes, yes, but she's mine, too, " declared Rachel, bobbing her headdecidedly. "She shall be my Gran--Grandma. I shall just take her, sothere!"

"You musn't take her away, " said Ezekiel, in alarm. 

"I ain't goin' to; I don't want to. I'm goin' to live here always an'forever, " declared Rachel firmly. 

Ezekiel smiled at that in great satisfaction, and the matter being settled, Rachel skipped over to the old lady's chair, and looked steadily down intothe wrinkled face. 

"Go out and put the butter-pat somewhere, " she said to Peletiah, who stillheld it in his hand, waiting to present it. 

"I must give it to Grandma, " he said; "my mother told me to. "

"Well, you can't while she's asleep, " said Rachel quickly, "so you put itsomewhere--anywhere--and when she wakes up, why, you can give it to her. Dohurry--and you go and help him. "

So the two boys walked off to find a place in the buttery, and quick aslightning Rachel leaned over and set a kiss on the wrinkled old cheek. IfGrandma couldn't hear, she was very quick at feeling, "Why!" She stirred uneasily in her chair, and opened her eyes. 

"Who is this?" she asked, staring at the strange little girl, for althoughthe parson's wife had told her all about the new member of the family tocome that day, Grandma was so bewildered by being suddenly aroused from hersleep, she had forgotten all about it. "Hey, who is it?"

Peletiah, not having had time to put down the butter-pat, now came up andpresented it with all due formality. 

"But who is this little gal?" asked Grandma, as he set the butter-pat inthe middle of the checked apron over her lap. 

"She's Rachel, " said Peletiah. 

"Eh? What?" Grandma held a shaking hand behind her ear. "Speak a littlelouder, Peletiah; you know I'm a-growin' hard o' hearin', just a grain. "

"Rachel, " shouted Peletiah, as he stood still in his tracks in front ofher. 

"Ain't well! Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Grandma, in a tone of great concern. "What a pity!" and she turned and regarded the stranger with anxiety. 

"Oh, dear me! You get away, Peletiah, " commanded Rachel, brushing himaside. So Peletiah, very glad to be released, moved off, and Rachel, putting her mouth to the nodding cap-border, said very distinctly:

"Mrs. Fisher sent me to live at the minister's; I'm Rachel. "

"Oh, my land o' Goshen!" exclaimed Grandma Bascom, lifting both hands indelight. "Why, I can hear you splendid. You see, I'm only a grain deaf. An'so you're that little gal. Well, I'm glad you've come, you pretty creeter, you!"

XII

DOINGS AT THE PARSONAGE

And in another minute Rachel was telling all about Mrs. Fisher and Pollyand Phronsie--oh, and Joel and David--for Grandma kept interrupting andasking all sorts of questions, so that the news and messages were alltangled up together. 

"Did Joel say he wanted pep'mints?" asked Grandma, in a lull. 

"Oh, yes, he said yours were awful good, and he wished he had some of 'em, "Rachel answered. She didn't dare take her mouth away from the cap-frill, and her feet ached dreadfully from standing still so long. But Grandma wasas bright as a button, and hungry for every scrap of information. 

"Land o' Goshen!" mourned Grandma, "how I wish he was comin' in now! an'I'd give him plenty. " She sat still for a minute, lost in thought. Peletiahand Ezekiel had wandered off outside, where they sat under the lilacbushes, to rest after their unwonted exercise, so the hens, undisturbed, stepped over the sill of the kitchen door, and scratched and picked aboutto their hearts' content. 

"I'll drive 'em out, " said Rachel, delighted at the chance of action thiswould give her, and springing off. 

"Take the broom, " screamed Grandma after her, "and then hurry and come backand tell me some more. "

So Rachel, wishing the duty could be an hour long, shooed and waved herbroom wildly, and ran and raced, and the fat old hens tumbled over eachother to get away. And then she came slowly back to Grandma's side, to goover again every bit she had told before. Until, looking up at the oldclock on the shelf, she saw that it was one minute of twelve o'clock. 

"Oh, my! I've got to go, " she screamed in Grandma's ear, and withoutanother word she dashed off and up to the lilac bushes. "Boys, come thisminute. " She held out both hands. "It's awful late. "

"I know it, " said Peletiah, with a very grieved face; "we've been waitingfor you ever so long, and dinner's ready at home. "

"Well, come now. " She stuck her long arms out straight, and shook herfingers impatiently. "Oh, dear me--do hurry!"

"I ain't goin' to take hold of hands, " declared Peletiah, edging off. 

"Nor I, either, " echoed Ezekiel. 

"Oh, yes, you must. " And without waiting for more words on the matter, Rachel seized a hand of each, and bore off the boys. 

If they ran before, they flew now. But all the same they were late todinner, and the parson and his wife and Miss Jerusha were all helpedaround, and had begun to eat. 

"There, see what that new girl has done already, " said Miss Jerushasternly, laying down her knife and fork. "Peletiah and Ezekiel ain't everlate. Well, you'll see trouble enough with her, or I'll miss my guess. "

Peletiah sank down on the upper step of the piazza, but Ezekiel crept intothe kitchen, while Rachel pushed boldly up to Mrs. Henderson's chair. 

"Oh, I'm awful sorry, " she said. Her face was very flushed and her eyesglowed with the run. 

"Ben gallivantin' off an' temptin' the boys to play, " declared MissJerusha, with a shrewd nod of her brown front. "Oh, I know. "

"We won't say any more about it now, dear, " said Mrs. Henderson gently, atsight of the hot little face. "There, get into your chair, this one next tome. Where's Peletiah?"--looking about. 

"Oh, I'm awful tired, " wailed Ezekiel, slipping into his seat next to theparson, and he drew the back of his hand across his red face. 

"Ben playing so hard, " said Miss Jerusha disagreeably, "an' now you're allhet up. "

"I haven't played a single bit, " declared Ezekiel stoutly, and with a veryinjured expression of countenance. "Oh, dear me, I AM so tired!" stretchinghis legs under the table. 

"Eat your dinner, my son, " said the parson, putting a liberal portion onhis plate. 

"Oh, dear me!" Ezekiel essayed to, but laid down his spoon. "I don't wantanything, I'm so tired. "

Mrs. Henderson cast an anxious glance over at him. 

"No need to worry, " her husband telegraphed back, going quietly on with hisown dinner. Rachel had begun on hers with hungry zest, but stoppedsuddenly, hopped out of her chair, and raced to the door. 

"Rachel!" It wasn't a loud voice, but she found herself back again andlooking into Mrs. Henderson's face. 

"Sit down, dear; we do not leave the table in that way. "

So Rachel slipped into her seat, feeling as if all the blood in her bodywere in her hot cheeks. 

"Now, what is it?" The parson's wife took one of the brown hands workingnervously under the tablecloth. "Tell me; don't be afraid, " she saidsoftly. But Miss Jerusha heard. 

"Stuff and nonsense!" she exclaimed, with a sneer. "When I was a child, there was no such coddlin' goin' on, I can tell you. "

"It's Peletiah, " said Rachel. "Oh, dear me! he's out on the piazza, and hemust be awfully hungry. Can't I make him come in?"

"No, sit still. Husband"--the parson's wife looked down the table--"excuseme a minute. " She slipped out, and in another moment in she came, andPeletiah with her. 

And then Mr. Henderson told such a funny story about a monkey he had readabout only just that very morning, that Ezekiel forgot there ever was sucha thing as tired legs, and even Peletiah had no thoughts for that dreadfulrun home from Grandma Bascom's. 

As for Rachel, all idea of dinner flew at once out of her head. She laiddown her knife and fork and leaned forward with sparkling eyes, to catchevery word. Seeing which, Mrs. Henderson burst out laughing. 

"I'm afraid you are making things worse, husband, " she said, "for theywon't eat any dinner at all now. "

"I surely am, " said the parson, with another laugh, "and I thought I wasgoing to help so much, " he added ruefully. 

"How you can laugh, " exclaimed Miss Jerusha sourly, at the good time inprogress, and sitting quite stiffly, "I don't for my part see. "

"Oh, well, if you'd laugh more, it would be better for all of us, Jerusha, "said her brother good-naturedly. 

"I ain't a-goin' to laugh, " declared Miss Jerusha, "and it's a wicked, sinful shame to set such an example before those boys, like coddlin' upthat girl for keepin' them off playin'. I never see such goin's on!"

"We haven't been playing, " said Peletiah stoutly. 

"I told her so, " said Ezekiel fretfully, seeing that his father had no moremonkey stories to offer, "but she keeps saying it just the same. I wishshe'd go off and play, " he added vindictively. 

The idea of Miss Jerusha ever having played, made Rachel turn in her chairand regard her fixedly. Then she broke out into a laugh; it was such amerry peal that presently the boys joined in, and even the parson and hiswife had hard work to keep their faces straight. 

"Well, if I _ever_ see such goin's on!" Miss Jerusha shoved back herchair and stalked out of the room. 

"Did she ever play?" asked Rachel, when the door into the keeping-room hadslammed. 

"Why, yes, of course, child, " said Mrs. Henderson, with a smile, "when shewas a little girl. "

"And was she ever a little girl?" persisted Rachel. 

"Why, certainly. Now eat your dinner, Rachel. "

Rachel picked up her knife and fork. When the two boys saw that she wasready to really begin on her meal, they set to on theirs. 

"I'm awful hungry, " announced Peletiah, when he had been working busily onhis plateful. 

The parson burst out into a laugh, like a boy. 

"Hush, husband, " warned Mrs. Henderson; "I'm afraid Jerusha will hear. "

"I can't help it, Almira. " His eyes were brimming with amusement. "Our boysare getting waked up already. "

"I ain't asleep, " declared Peletiah, looking up at his father in amazement;"I'm eating my dinner. "

"So am I, " announced Ezekiel wisely, and putting out his plate for anotherpotato. 

"So I see, " said his father gravely. "Well, now we're all getting on verywell, " he added, in great satisfaction, with a glance around the table. "Good-bye; you must excuse me, wife; you know I must get over to thefuneral early. "

"Is old Miss Bedlow dead, Ma?" asked Peletiah, pausing in the act ofgetting some gravy to his mouth. 

"Yes, dear. Take care, Peletiah, and pay attention to your dinner. "

Peletiah set down the mouthful on his plate. "I hain't got to go, have I, Ma?" he asked, in trepidation. 

"No, dear; now go on with your dinner, and don't say 'hain't. '"

"I'm glad I haven't got to go, " observed Peletiah, with a long sigh ofrelief, and beginning on his dinner once more. "I don't like funerals. "

"I do. " Rachel bobbed her black head at him across the table, and her eyesroved excitedly. "I've seen lots an' lots of 'em in the city. They're fine, I tell you. " She laid down her knife and fork again and waved her arms. "Oh, a string of carriages as long--an' the corpse is sometimes in a whitebox, and heaps of flowers. I like 'em next to the circus. "

"There, there, Rachel, eat your dinner, child, " broke in Mrs. Hendersonquickly. "And, boys, don't talk any more. You must get through dinner, forI have to go to Miss Bedlow's by two o'clock, " and she got out of her chairand began to clear the table. 

So all that was to be heard now in the parsonage kitchen was the pleasantrattle of knives and forks, and the bustle of clearing up, and presentlythe children hopped out of their chairs and began to help Mrs. Henderson toset everything in order. 

"I'm goin' to wash every single thing up, " announced Rachel, hurrying forthe mop. 

"Can you, dear?" asked the parson's wife. She was very tired, and yet hadthe funeral of the old parishioner to attend. But the risk seemed great ofallowing the new little girl to do up all the dinner dishes. "There are agreat many of them, and some of them are big"--glancing doubtfully aroundthe piles. "Are you sure you can manage them?"

"Why, yes, " declared Rachel in scorn, "I can do 'em all just as easy!" Shestopped to snap her fingers at the greasy plates, then ran over to get thebig teakettle on the stove in a twinkling. 

"Let Peletiah carry that for you, " said Mrs. Henderson. 

"He's so slow, " said Rachel, but she stopped obediently. 

"Rachel, there is one thing"--and the parson's wife came over and put herhand on the thin little shoulder--"we all help each other in this house, and we never talk against one. "

"Oh, " said Rachel. 

Peletiah by this time had advanced on the teakettle, and, as soon as hecould, he bore it off and solemnly poured a goodly supply of boiling-hotwater into the waiting dishpan. 

"Now you boys are to wipe the dishes for Rachel, " said their mother, withan approving glance at the group. 

"I'd rather, " began Rachel, wrinkling up her face. 

"So remember; and when you are through, and the kitchen is set up neatly, you may all play out of doors this afternoon, for lessons don't begin foryou until to-morrow, Rachel. And now be good children. "

"I don't like lessons, " said Peletiah, when they were left alone. 

"Don't you?" exclaimed Rachel, in astonishment, and resting her soapy handson the edge of the dishpan. 

"No, I don't, " declared Peletiah, with great deliberation, "like them atall. "

"Well, I shall, I know. " Rachel twitched off her hands and slapped the mopdown smartly among the cups in the hot water. 

"Ow! you splashed me all over, " exclaimed Ezekiel. "See there, now, Rachel. " He stepped hack and held up his arm. 

"Phoo! that's nothing, " said Rachel. 

"It hurt; it's hot, " said Ezekiel, squirming about. 

"Well, if you ain't a baby!" cried Rachel scornfully. 

"My mother said we weren't to call names, " observed Peletiah. 

"Oh, my! I forgot that. But he is a baby, " declared Rachel. 

"My mother said we were not to call names, " repeated Peletiah, exactly asif he hadn't made that remark before. 

"Oh, dear me! how perfectly awful you--I mean I never saw such boys. Oh, my!"

"My mother said----"

"Yes, yes, I know, " interrupted Rachel, splashing away for dear life;"well, now we must hurry and get these dishes done. "

"And then we can go out and play, " said Ezekiel, departing with the platehe was drying to a safe distance from the hot shower from Rachel's busyfingers. 

"Yes. Oh, my, what fun! Let's hurry. " And before the boys quite knew how, the dishes were all piled in the pantry, the dishpan and mop washed out andhung up to dry, and the crumbs swept from the kitchen floor. 

"There, " said Rachel, smoothing down her apron in great satisfaction, "nowwe can go out. Come on, I'm going to the corner to see that funeral go by. "

"We can't, " said Peletiah, trying his best to hurry after her. "Motherdoesn't let us go out of the yard when she's away; and beside, there isn'tany corner--the road just goes round. "

"Oh, bother!" Rachel whirled around and stamped her foot impatiently. 

"And 'twill come past our house, " contributed Ezekiel, gaining her side, "so let's sit on the doorstep till it comes. "

"And you can tell us about the funerals you've seen in the city, " suggestedPeletiah, who had been thinking about them ever since. 

"All right, " said Rachel, seeing she was not to lose sight of the paradeshe so dearly loved. "Whoopity--la!" She flung herself down on the long, flat doorstone, and whipped her gown neatly away on either side. "I'm goin'to sit in the middle. "

The boys, very much pleased at this arrangement, which they would neverhave thought of suggesting, sat down sedately in their places and foldedtheir hands in their laps. 

"Now tell about those funerals, " said Peletiah. 

"Well, let me think, " said Rachel, reflecting; "you see, I've seen so many. Hmm! Oh, I know!" She jumped so suddenly that she came near precipitatingEzekiel, who was leaning forward to attain a better view of her face, offinto the middle of the peony bed. 

"Take care!" Rachel twitched him back into his place. "Yes, I'm goin' totell you about one perfectly splendid funeral I see just----"

"You mustn't say 'see, '" corrected Peletiah, with disapproval. He wasfairly longing for the recital, but it would never do to let such a slip inconversation pass. 

"Well, what shall I say, then?" cried Rachel pertly, and not at all pleasedat the interruption. 

"You must say 'saw. '"

"I didn't saw it; you can't saw a thing, " she declared contemptuously. "You've got to see it, or else you can't say you did. So there, Pel--Pel--whatever your name is. "

"My name is Peletiah, " he said solemnly, "Peletiah--oh. Dear me!" Rachel put her face between her two hands andbegan to giggle. 

"Tell about the funeral, " said Ezekiel, twitching her sleeve. 

"And you must say 'saw, '" reiterated Peletiah. 

"I can't; 'tain't right, an' I ain't a-goin' to say 'saw' to please you, sothere, now!" declared Rachel, bringing up her head and setting her mouthobstinately. 

"Then I ain't going to sit here, " said Peletiah, getting off from thedoor-stone, "because my mother wouldn't like it; she always makes me say'saw. '"

"Does she?" cried Rachel, a little red spot coming on either cheek. "Doesshe, Pele--Pele--say, does she?"

"Yes, she does, " said Peletiah, moving off slowly. 

"Well, then, I'll say it. Came back and sit down; I'll say it. Saw, saw, saw. There, now"--as Peletiah, very much delighted, settled back into hisplace. "Well, you know this was a great big-bug who was buried, and----"

"A big bug!" exclaimed Peletiah, terribly disappointed. "I don't want tohear of any bugs; tell about a funeral, " he commanded loudly. 

"I am tellin' you; keep still an' you'll hear it. Well, he was a gre--atbig-bug, an'----"

"Who was?" cried Ezekiel, dreadfully puzzled. 

"This man who was to be buried--this one I'm tellin' you of. Do keep still, an' you'll hear if you don't stop me every minute. "

"You said it was a bug, " said Peletiah, in loud disapproval, on the furtherside. 

"Well, so he was, " declared Rachel, turning around to him. "Some men arebig-bugs, an' some men are only little mean ones. But this one I'm tellin'you about was, oh, an awful big one, " and she spread her arms with agenerous sweep to indicate his importance. 

"Men aren't ever bugs, " said Peletiah decidedly. 

"Oh, yes, they are. "

"No, they ain't, " he declared obstinately. 

"My mother says we mustn't contradict, " put in Ezekiel, with a reprovingglance at him across Rachel's lap. 

Peletiah unfolded his hands in extreme distress, but he couldn't say thatmen were bugs, so he sat still. 

"Anyway, they are in the city, where I lived, " said Rachel, "so never mind. Well, this funeral was just too splendid for anythin'. In the first placethere was----"

"Oh, it's coming, " cried Ezekiel, pricking up his ears. "Miss Bedlow'sfuneral's coming. "

Rachel gave a jump that carried her off from the door-stone and quite apiece down the box-bordered path. She was hanging over the gate when theboys came up. 

"Where?" she said. "I don't see any. "

A small, black, high-topped wagon went by, the old horse at a jog trot, andafter it came a two-seated rockaway, and after that a carryall, and aroundthe curve in the road appeared more vehicles of the same patterns, taperingoff to a line of chaises and gigs. 

"Why, that's the funeral, " said Peletiah, in solemn enjoyment, and pointinga finger at it; "it's going by now. "

"What!" exclaimed Rachel, horribly disappointed. Then she flew away fromthe gate and turned her back on it all. "I wish I was back in the city!"she said. 

XIII

"SHE'S GOING TO STAY HERE FOREVER"

It was dreadful; and after she had said it, Rachel stood overwhelmed withdistress. "Don't you tell your father. " She whirled around and clutchedPeletiah's sleeve. 

"We must, " he said; "he's the minister, and we have to tell himeverything. "

"Well, don't tell your mother, anyway, " she begged anxiously. 

"We must, " said Peletiah again, "because we tell her everything, too. "

"Then she'll send me back. " Rachel, quite gone in despair, gave a loud cryand threw herself face downward on the grass, where she sobbed as if herheart would break. 

This was so much worse than he had imagined, as any possible effect fromhis words, that Peletiah couldn't speak, but stood over her in silentmisery. Seeing this, Ezekiel took matters into his own hands. 

"I'm going to run after the funeral and get Ma to come home; she'll be atthe top of the procession, " and he moved off toward the gateway. 

"Stop!" Rachel squealed; then she sprang to her feet. "Don't you stir astep, you!" she commanded. 

"They're all hearing you, " observed Peletiah, who, seeing Rachel upon herfeet, found his spirits reviving, and he pointed to the line of buggies andchaises. "See 'em looking back; my father won't like it. "

"Oh, dear me!" Rachel struggled with her sobs. "You shouldn't 'a' told meyou had 'em. That ain't a funeral. "

"It is, too, " declared Peletiah; "it's Miss Bedlow's funeral, and my Pa isgoing to bury her. "

"It ain't, either; an' that's a baker's cart, " said Rachel, pointing to thedeparting hearse with scorn. 

"Oh, oh, what a story!" exclaimed Ezekiel, who was just on the point ofreproving his brother for contradicting, and he pointed his brown finger ather. "That's got Miss Bedlow in, and they're taking her to theburying-ground, and it's her funeral. "

"Well, I don't want to go back to the city, " said Rachel hastily, dismissing Miss Bedlow and her funeral and all discussion thereonsummarily, and she dug the toe of her shoe into the gravel; "don't let yourmother send me back. "

"You said you wished you were back there, " observed Peletiah severely, fixing his pale eyes on her distressed face, along which the tears weremaking little paths. 

"Well, I don't care. I don't want to go. Don't let her!" She seized his armand shook it smartly. 

"You're shaking me!" said Peletiah, in astonishment. 

"I know it, an' I'm goin' to, " said Rachel, stamping her foot. 

"You ain't going to shake my brother, " declared Ezekiel loudly, "and we'llmake you go back if you shake us, " he added vindictively. 

"Oh, dear, dear!" Rachel dropped Peletiah's arm, and she hid her face inher hands. "Don't make me go back, " she wailed. "It's too dreadful there, for Mrs. Fisher won't have me if you send me away, 'n' Gran 'll get hold ofme somehow--she'll--she'll find me, I know she will, " and she shivered allover. 

"Who's Gran?" Peletiah drew quite near. 

"She's Gran, " said Rachel, shivering again. "Oh, dear! don't ask me; andshe beat me dreadful, an'--" her voice broke. 

"She beat you?" cried Peletiah. 

"Awful, " said Rachel, cramming her fingers into her mouth to keep fromcrying. "Oh, dear, dear! don't send me back. "

Peletiah took two or three steps off, then came back. 

"You may shake me if you want to, " he said generously, "and you ain't goingback. "

"Well, she isn't going to shake me, " said Ezekiel stoutly, "and my Ma willsend her back if she shakes me, so there!"

"I hain't shook you yet, " said Rachel, disclosing her black eyes betweenher fingers and viewing him with cold disdain. 

"Well, you ain't going to, " repeated Ezekiel, with decision. 

"Her Gran beat her. " Peletiah went over to his brother. "She beat Rachel. "He kept repeating it, over and over; meanwhile Ezekiel moved about inconfusion, digging the toes of his shoes into the gravel to hide it. 

"Well, she ain't going to shake me, " he said, but it was in a faintervoice, and he didn't look at Rachel's eyes. 

"And you mustn't ask Mother to send her back, " said Peletiah stubbornly. 

"She ain't going to shake me. " It was now so low that scarcely any onecould hear it. 

"And you mustn't ask Mother to send her back, " said Peletiah again. "She'sgoing to stay here just for ever and ever. "

There was something in his tone that made Ezekiel hasten to say:

"Oh, I won't. "

"And I won't shake you, " said Rachel, flying out from behind her hands andup to him, "if you'll only let me stay here; just let me stay, " she cried, hungrily. 

"Well, " said Ezekiel, with a great deal of condescension, "if you won'tshake me, you may stay at our house. "

So the children went back to the flat door-stone to talk it over, Peletiahsaying:

"Maybe you can go to school with us next fall. "

"Oh, my!" exclaimed Rachel, with wide eyes, and clasping her hands, "I'vegot to learn a lot first. "

"Yes, my father's got to teach you first, " said Peletiah. 

"Where's he going to do it?" Rachel leaned over to get a comprehensive viewof his face. 

"In his study, " answered Peletiah. 

"Where's that?"

"That's where he writes his sermons in, that he preaches at peopleSundays, " said Ezekiel, finding it very pleasant to be communicative, nowthat he was quite sure the new girl would not shake him. 

"Oh, how nice!" breathed Rachel. "That's scrumptious!"

"That's what?" asked Peletiah critically. 

"Scrumptious. Haven't you ever heard that? Oh, what a nin--I mean, oh, howfunny!"

"And it ain't nice at all to have my father teach you, " said Peletiah, withvery doleful ideas of that study. 

"Why?" asked Rachel, with gathering dread. 

"Oh, he makes you learn things, " said Peletiah dismally, drawing a longsigh at the remembrance. 

"But that's just what I want to do, " cried Rachel, with sparkling eyes;"I'm goin' to learn an' learn, till I can't learn no more. "

Peletiah was so occupied in edging off from her that he forgot to correcther speech. 

"Yes, I'm goin' to learn, " exclaimed Rachel, in a glad little shout, and, springing to her feet, she swung her arms over her head. "I'm goin' to readan' I'm goin' to write, an' then I can write a letter to my Phronsie. "

She ended up with a cheese, plunging down on the grass and puffing out hergown like a small balloon. 

"You can't do that, " she said, nodding triumphantly up at the two boys. 

"I don't want to, " said Peletiah, sitting still on the door-stone. 

"Well, you can't, anyway, 'cause you haven't got a frock. Well, now, let'splay, " and she hopped to her feet. "Come on. What'll it be?"

"I'll show you the brook, " volunteered Ezekiel, getting up. 

"What's a brook?" asked Rachel. 

"Hoh--hoh!" Ezekiel really laughed, it was so funny. "She doesn't know whata brook is, " he said, and he laughed again. 

"Well, what is it?" demanded Rachel, laughing good-naturedly. 

"It's water. "

"I don't want to see any water, " said Rachel, turning off disdainfully;"there's nothing pretty in that. "

"But it's awfully pretty, " said Peletiah; "it runs all down over thestones, and under the trees and----"

"Where is it?" cried Rachel, running up to him in great excitement. "Oh, take me to it. "

"It's just back of the house, " said Ezekiel; "I'll show you the way. "

But Rachel, once directed, got there first, and was down on her knees onthe bank, dabbling her hands in the purling little stream, half wild withdelight. 

And when the parson and his wife got home from Miss Bedlow's funeral, theyfound the three children there, perfectly absorbed in the labor of sailingboats of cabbage leaves, and guiding their uncertain craft in and out theshimmering pools and down through the tiny rapids. And they watched themunobserved. 

"But I dread to-morrow, when I give her the first lesson, " said the parson, as they stood unperceived in the shadow of the trees; "everything else is asplendid success. "

"Let us hope the lessons will be, too, husband, " said Mrs. Henderson, ahappy light in her eyes. 

"I hope so, but I'm afraid the child is all for play, and will be hard toteach, " he said, with a sigh. 

But on the morrow--well, the minister came out of his study when the lessonhour was over, with a flush on his face that betokened pleasure as well ashard work. And Rachel began to skip around for very joy. She was really tobe a little student, Mr. Henderson had said. Not that Rachel really knewwhat that meant exactly, but the master was pleased, and that was enough, and all of a sudden, when she was putting up some dishes in thekeeping-room closet, she began to sing. 

Mrs. Henderson nearly dropped the dish she was wiping. 

"Why, my child!" she exclaimed, then stopped, but Rachel didn't hear her, and sang on. It was a wild little thing that she had heard from the handorgans and the people singing it in the streets of the big city. 

Just then old Miss Parrott's stately, ancestral coach drove up. Theparson's wife hurried to the front door, which was seldom opened except forspecial company like the present. 

"I heard, " said Miss Parrott, as Mrs. Henderson ushered her in, "that you'dtaken a little girl out of charity, and I want to see you and your husbandabout it. "

"Will you come into his study, then?" said Mrs. Henderson. "Husband hasgone out to work in his garden, and I will call him in. "

Miss Parrott stepped into the apartment in stately fashion, her black silkgown crackling pleasantly as she walked, and seated herself very primly, asbefitted her ancestry and bringing-up, in one of the stiff, high-backedchairs. And presently the parson, his garden clothes off and his best coaton, came in hurriedly to know his honored parishioner's bidding. 

"I will come to the point at once, " said Miss Parrott, with dignifiedprecision, as he sat beside her, and she drew herself up stiffer yet, inthe pleasing confidence that what she was about to say would strike both ofher hearers as the most proper thing to do. "You have taken this littlegirl, I hear, to educate and bring up. "

"For a time, " said the minister, hurriedly. 

"Very true, for a period of time, " said Miss Parrott throwing herblack-figured lace veil, worn by her mother before her, away from her face. "Well, now, Pastor, it is not appropriate for you to do this work, withyour hands already overburdened. Neither should you bear the expense----"

"But I don't, " cried Parson Henderson, guilty now of interrupting. "Mr. King pays me, and well, for teaching the little girl until she will beready for the district school. You see, she has never been in a schoolroomin her life, and it would be cruel to put her with children of her own age, when she is so ignorant. But she is singularly bright, and I have thegreatest hopes of her, madam, for she is far above and beyond most childrenin many ways. "

But Miss Parrott hadn't come to hear all this, so she gave a stately bow. 

"No doubt, Pastor, but I must say what is on my mind. It is that I have forsome time wanted to do a bit of charity like this, and Providence now seemsto point the way for it. I would like to take the child and do for her. Lether come to you here, for lessons, but let me bring her up in my house. "

There was an awful pause. Parson Henderson looked at his wife, but saidnever a word, helplessly leaving it to her. 

"Dear Miss Parrott, " said Mrs. Henderson, and she so far forgot her fear ofthe stately, reserved parishioner as to lay her hand on the black-mittedone of the visitor, "we were given the care of the child by Mr. King, whorescued her from her terrible surroundings, and we couldn't possiblysurrender this charge to another. But I will tell you what we might do, husband, " and her eyes sought his face. "Rachel might go down now and thento spend the day with Miss Parrott. Oh, your beautiful house!" she brokeoff like a child in her enthusiasm. "I do so want her to be in itsometimes. " She turned suddenly to the visitor. 

Miss Parrott's old face glowed, and a smile lingered among the wrinkles. 

"And she must pass the night occasionally, " she said. There was a world ofentreaty in her eyes. "I think so, " said Mrs. Henderson, "but we must leavethat to Rachel. "

And Rachel, in the keeping-room closet, was trilling up and down some ofthe jigs her feet had kept time to when she, with the other tenement-housechildren, had run out to dance on the corner when the organ man came round, all unconscious of what was going on in the study. 

"What's that?" cried Miss Parrott, starting. The conference was over andshe was coming out of the pastor's study, to get into her ancestralcarriage. 

"That's Rachel singing, " said Mrs. Henderson. 

Old Miss Parrott gasped:

"Why, my dear Pastor, and Mrs. Henderson, can the child sing like that?"

"This is the first time she has tried it, " said the parson, who had no earfor music and was sorely tried when expected to admire any specimens of it. "But I dare say she will do very well. She is a very teachable child. "

"Very well!" repeated Miss Parrott quickly. "I should say so indeed. Well, I will send for the child on Saturday to pass the day and night with me, and then we shall see what we shall see. "

With which enigmatical expression, she mounted her ancestral carriage; thesolemn coachman, who had served considerably more than a generation in thefamily, gathered up the reins, and the coach rumbled off. 

"Oh, what an awful old carriage!" exclaimed Rachel, running to the window. "It looks as if its bones would stick out. "

"It hasn't got any bones, " said Peletiah, viewing it with awe, "and she'sawful rich, Miss Parrott is. "

"I don't care, " said Rachel, running back to her work and beginning to singagain, "her carriage is all bones, anyway. "

XIV

"CAN'T GO, " SAID JOEL

"Joel--where are you?" Frick Mason raced in, to encounter Polly in the widehall. "Oh, dear me!"--not pausing for an answer--"all the boys are waitingfor him outside. Please tell him to hurry, Polly, " for Joel's friendsalways felt if they could only get Polly on their side, they were sure ofsuccess, and he shifted his feet in impatience. 

"I don't know in the least where Joel is, " said Polly, pausing in her runthrough the hall. She had promised Alexia to be over at her house at nineo'clock, and there it was, the big clock in the corner stated plainly, fiveminutes of that hour. "Oh, dear me! I wish I could help you, " and shewrinkled up her brows in distress. 

Frick sat down on one of the big, carved chairs and fairly whined:

"I've chased and chased all about here, and no one knows where Joel is. Polly, do find him for me, " and he began to sniffle. 

"Oh, I can't, " began Polly impatiently, then she finished, "Dear me! Why, Idon't know in the very least where Joel is, Frick!--not the leastest bit inthe world. "

"Oh, yes, you can find him, " said Frick, sniffling dreadfully, andbeginning to wheedle and beg. "Do, Polly. " He seized her gown. "The boyscan't do anything without Joel, and they've sent me for him. "

"And I'm sure I can't do anything"--Polly shook her gown free--"so there'sno use in asking me to stand here and talk about it, Frick Mason. And justlook at that clock--two minutes of nine. " She pointed tragically up to thebig clock. "And I promised to be at Alexia's--" The last words came back tohim as she disappeared out to the veranda and down the steps, racing off ashard as she could. 

Frick got off from his chair, took three or four steps hopelessly, thenstiffened up. 

"I'm going to find him, " he announced to himself, and turning down theangle, he knocked at the first door on the left. 

"Hullo!" exclaimed Joel, unlocking the door and opening it. 

"Oh, you're here. " Frick seized him on both sides, wishing he had twice thenumber of hands to employ; then he tried to run in, but Joel shook off thegrasp, pushed to the door, only leaving the scantiest space to allow ofconversation. 

"You can't come in, " he said steadily. 

"Hold on! don't shut the door, " cried Frick, pressing up closely and stillendeavoring to get a good grasp on some of Joel's clothing. "Ow! you 'mostsmashed my nose, Joel Pepper. "

"You must take your nose away then, " said Joel decidedly, "for I'm going toshut the door if you scrouge so. "

"Well, let me come in, " said Frick, struggling violently. "Say, Joel, don'tshut the door. "

For answer Joel slammed to the door, and the key clicked in the lock. 

"I said I'd do it, if you scrouged and pushed, and I must, " he answered, with the air of a man performing his duty. "This is my Grandpapa'swriting-room, and you mustn't come in, Frick Mason. "

Frick slid down to the floor and laid his mouth alongside the crack, withthe feeling that his message would be more impressive delivered in thatway, since he was not to be admitted to the apartment to give it in dueform. 

"The boys want you, Joel; they're all waiting for us outside. Hurry up. "Having delivered it, Frick got up to his feet in a hurry, confident thatthe door would be flung wide, to let Joel come hopping out in delight, andnot choosing to be run over in the process. 

"Can't go, " said Joel, in muffled accents, on the other side of the door. 

"What?" roared Frick, not believing his ears. 

"Can't go, " repeated Joel. "Go right away from this door. "

"What did you say?" Frick slid to the floor again and beat his hands on thepolished surface. "Say, Joel, we want you to come. We're all waiting foryou, don't you understand?" He kept saying it over and over, under theimpression that if he only repeated it enough, the door would open. 

"And I say I can't go, " declared Joel, in a high, wrathful key. "If youdon't go away and let this door alone, I'll come out and pound you. "

"We're going to the pond, " said Frick, exactly as if responding to the mostcordial request to furnish the plan. "We've got Larry's boat, and Webb isgoing to take his father's, and----"

"Ow--go away!" roared Joel, in an awful voice. 

"And we're going to take our luncheon and stop at Egg Rock, and----"

The door flew open wildly, and Joel leaped out over Frick, flattened on thefloor. 

"Didn't I tell you to let me alone?" cried Joel, on top of the messenger, and pommeling away briskly, "Say, didn't I tell? Say, didn't I tell you?"

The noise all this made was sufficient to bring Jane, who didn't stop todrop her broom. 

"My goodness me, Master Joel!" she said, running down from thestair-landing, "what are you doing?"

"Pommeling him, " said Joel cheerfully, and not looking up. 

"Well, you stop it this minute, " commanded Jane, waving her broom over thetwo figures, for by this time Frick had managed to roll over and was nowputting up quite a vigorous little fight in his own defense. 

"I can't, " said Joel; "I promised him. "

"Oh, dear me!" cried Jane, bringing her broom down smartly on as much ofthe surface of either boy as was possible. "I'll scream for Mrs. Fisher ifyou don't stop, you two boys. I will, as true as anything!"

"Oh, no, you mustn't, Jane, " said Joel. His brown fists wavered in the airand described several circles before they fell at his side; seeing which, Frick slipped out from underneath him and began to belabor Joel to hisheart's content. "You mustn't, Jane, " howled Joel. 

"Now will you come. " he cried. "Say, hurry up, Joe, we're all waiting. Comeon!" His nose was quite bloody, and a dab here and there on his countenancegave him anything but a pleasing expression. 

"Ugh!" cried Jane, with a little shiver. "You boys get right straight upfrom this floor, or I'll tell Mrs. Fisher. "

Joel seized her apron string and howled:

"Jane, don't!"

"Yes, I will, too, Master Joel, " declared Jane, twitching away the string;"for such carryings on, I never see. Oh, here's Mr. King; now he'll takecare of you both, " and she skipped upstairs, broom and all. 

It was useless to try to slip away unperceived, for old Mr. King bore downupon them along the hall in his stateliest fashion. 

"Dear me! what have we here?" as both boys slunk down as small as possible. "Why, Joel!"--it was impossible to convey greater astonishment in histone--"I thought you were steady at work. "

"So I was, " cried Joel, stung to the quick; and jumping to his feet, hefairly beat the old gentleman's arm with two distressed little palms, "andhe made me come out. I said I would pound him, and I had to. Oh, Grandpapa, I had to, " and he pranced wildly around the tall, stately figure. 

"Keep quiet, Joe, " said the old gentleman, with a restraining hand; "and, Frick, get up. Oh, dear me!"--as Frick obeyed, bringing his interestingcountenance to view, by no means improved by his efforts to wipe off thesmears. "What have you boys been about?"

"He wouldn't come out, " said Frick, rubbing violently all over his roundcheeks, "and the boys sent me for him, and they're waiting now, " hefinished, with a very injured air. 

"Eh--oh! and so they sent you for Joel?" said the old gentleman, a lightbreaking over his face. 

"Yes, sir, " said Frick, with a final polish to his countenance on the cuffof his jacket sleeve, "and won't you please make Joel hurry up and comeout, sir? We've waited so long. "

"And is that the way you respond to your invitations, my boy?" saidGrandpapa, with a grim smile. "I shouldn't think you'd receive many at thisrate. So you fell upon him because he asked you to go somewhere, eh?"--witha keen glance into the black eyes. 

"No, sir. " said Joel, "but he wouldn't go away, and I told him if hedidn't, I'd come out and pound him. So I had to. "

"Um--now let us see, " said the old gentleman, reflecting a bit. "So youkept on at the door, eh, Frick?"

"Yes, sir, " said Frick, giving up his countenance as a bad job. "I had to, 'cause the boys are waiting, you see, sir. Won't you please make Joe hurryup and come?"

"Well, now, Frick, I really believe you better go out and tell those boysthat when Joel gets ready to join them, he'll make his appearance. Good-bye, Frick. " Grandpapa waved him off sociably, and Frick, not exactlyunderstanding how, or why, found himself on the other side of the big frontdoor, in the midst of the waiting company from which he had been picked outas messenger. 

"I wouldn't make such a promise again, if I were you, Joel, " observed oldMr. King, gathering up the small, brown hand in one of his own; "it mightbe a little awkward to keep it, you know. Now, then, here we are, "--turningin at the writing-room. "Well, say no more, but fly at your task, " and heseated himself in the big chair before the writing-table and took up hispen. 

Thus left to himself, Joel went slowly over to the set of shelves in thealcove, from which Frick's summons at the door had called him. There wereseveral volumes on the floor, and a blank book and some sheets of paper, showing clearly Joe's favorite method of setting to work on making lists, while sprawled on the carpet with all his paraphernalia around him. Hethrew himself down amongst it all, prowled around for his pencil, which, suddenly dropped when he had deserted his task, had taken the opportunityto roll off by itself. Now it added to his discomfiture by hiding. 

"Plague take it!" He scowled, a black little frown settling on his brow. "Where is it?"--prowling around frantically on the carpet, with hastyhands. 

"What is it, Joe?" Old Mr. King, though apparently very busy over at thewriting-table, seemed to be quite well aware of everything that went on inthe alcove. 

"I've lost my pencil, " announced Joe, in a dismal voice. 

"Oh, well, that's not so bad as it might be, " said the old gentleman; "comeover and get another, and by and by you can find your own. "

Joel advanced to the writing-table and put out a hand for the pencil, whichthe old gentleman laid within it, but not before he had taken a good lookat the chubby face above it. 

"So Frick and the boys wanted you, eh?" asked Grandpapa carelessly. "Goingsomewhere, maybe?"

"Yes, " said Joel, not looking up, "they are going to the pond. "

"Oh, really?" said old Mr. King. "And you said no, eh, Joel?"

"Yes, " said Joel. 

"I suppose you didn't want to go, eh, Joel?" said the old gentlemancarelessly, and playing with his paper knife. 

Joel's black eyes flew wide open, and he raised his head to stare intoGrandpapa's face. 

"Oh, yes, I did, awfully. "

"Then why didn't you go?" asked Grandpapa, just as carelessly, and givingthe paper knife an extra twirl or two. 

Joel took his gaze off, to regard the pile of books over on the alcovefloor. 

"Oh, your work?--is that it, Joel?" asked the old gentleman. "So youthought you'd rather stay and finish your hour on it, eh, my boy?"

Joel squirmed uneasily. "I hadn't rather, " he said at last, "but I'd gotto. "

"Eh?" said old Mr. King. 

"I said I'd work an hour and not stop, " said Joel, as something seemed tobe required of him, the old gentleman waiting for him to finish. 

"You mean you'd made the bargain to do this work and you couldn't backout?" said Grandpapa. 

Joel looked up and nodded quickly. 

"Yes, sir. "

"Oh, yes. Well, now, I mustn't hinder you from your work"--old Mr. Kingturned briskly to his writing again--"or I shall be as bad as Frick--eh, Joel?" and he laughed gayly. "Now trot back and go at your task again. "

So Joel, fortified with his pencil, marched back to sit on the floor in thealcove and take up his interrupted work, and Grandpapa's pen wentscratching busily over the paper, and nothing else was heard except thebuzzing of a big fly outside the window, venting his vexation at hisinability to get in. 

Meanwhile Frick and the knot of boys had drawn off in astonishment anddismay at the failure of their plan to get Joel Pepper into the delightfulexpedition. 

"What was he doing?" demanded more than one boy. 

"I don't know, " said Frick; "I couldn't get in. "

"Oh, now I know; he's got some secret, " said Larry Keep, and he whirledaround in vexation and snapped his fingers. 

"Maybe it's a flying-machine, " suggested another boy. 

"Phoo! he couldn't make that in his grandfather's writing-room, " saidLarry, in derision, yet he looked anxious. Suppose Joel Pepper were reallybusy over such a splendid thing as that and hadn't told him. "Guesssomething else. "

"I can't think what it is, " said Frick, sitting down on the curbstone tobecome lost in thought--an example to be speedily followed by all the boys, till finally there was a dismal row of them, without a thought remaining ofhaving the expedition on the pond, since Joel Pepper wouldn't come withthem. 

XV

UP IN ALEXIA'S PRETTY ROOM

Polly was having a bad half-hour with herself, despite all the attractionsup in Alexia's pretty room. 

"It's no use, " she cried, throwing down the little brush with which she waswhisking off the dainty bureau-cover. The girls were "setting up" thevarious adornments that were plentifully strewn about, an occupation thatPolly dearly loved, and that Alexia as dearly hated. "I must go home. "

Alexia, down on her knees, with her head in the closet, grumbling over theshoe bag, whose contents were in a chronic state of overflow, pulled it outsuddenly. 

"Why, Polly Pepper!" she exclaimed, in an injured tone. One eye was drapedby a cobweb, gained by diving into the closet's extreme corner after amissing slipper, gone for some weeks; and in other ways Alexia's facepresented a very unprepossessing appearance. "You said you'd help me withmy room this morning. "

"Oh, yes, I know, " said Polly hurriedly, and running over to Alexia; "butyou'll let me off, won't you?--for I've something on my mind. Oh, dear me!"

Alexia hopped up to her feet, the slipper flying off at a tangent, and ranall around Polly Pepper, gazing at her anxiously. 

"I don't see anything. Oh, what is it?" she cried. 

"You see, the boys wanted to find Joel, and I--" began Polly, twisting herfingers. 

"Bother the boys!" exclaimed Alexia, interrupting. "Is that all? They areeverlastingly wanting to find Joel. Well"--with a sigh of relief--"we cango back to work again. Why, I must say, Polly, you scared me 'most todeath. Oh, dear me! I wish I had let Norah sweep this old closet when shedoes the room. It's dirty as can be. If Aunt knew it--" The rest of it waslost, as Alexia was down on her knees again, her head back in the closet, with the hope of unearthing more slippers and shoes. 

"Alexia, do come out, " cried Polly, pulling her gown smartly; "I must speakto you. "

"Can't, " said Alexia, rummaging away. "There, I've gone and knocked down myblue silk waist! Do pick it up, Polly; it 'll get all dirt, and then won'tAunt scold!"

As if to make matters worse, a voice out in the hall was heard:

"_Alexia?_"

"Misery me!" cried Alexia, scuffling out backward from the closet, the bluesilk waist on her head where it had fallen, and in her sudden exit nearlyoverthrowing Polly Pepper. "Here comes Aunt. Shut the door, Polly--shutit"--scrambling with both hands to get the waist off, while a hook caughtin her light, fluffy hair. And Miss Rhys being too near the door for anysuch protection as Alexia suggested, in she walked. 

"What in the world!" She lifted both hands. "Alexia Rhys, is it possible! Iconcluded not to go down-town, and came back, and to think of this--playingwith your best silk waist!"

"I'm not playing, " declared Alexia, in a sharp key, tossing back from herhead as much of the waist as she could, "and it hurts awfully"--twitchingangrily at the hook. 

Polly sprang to her assistance. 

"Wait a minute, and I'll get you out, " she said. 

"And I won't wait, " cried Alexia loudly; "it's bad enough to be hooked todeath with a horrid old ugly waist, without being scolded to pieces by youraunt. "

"Oh, Alexia!" exclaimed Miss Rhys, "to call that beautiful waist an uglything!"

"And I'll pull every spear of hair out of my head, but I'll get the thingoff. Ow!"--as she began to put her threat into execution. 

"Do be still, Alexia, " begged Polly, trying to push aside the nervousfingers. 

"I won't be still, " cried Alexia, casting up a pale eye full of wrath onthe side next to Polly, and giving another twitch. "I guess if you'd beenhooked up by a horrible old thing, and your aunt came in and scolded youterribly, you wouldn't wait. Ow! Oh, dear me!"

"Then, " said Polly, standing quite still, "since you won't let me help you, I'm going home, Alexia. "

"Oh, don't, " cried Alexia, and she dropped her hands to her side in aflash, the blue silk waist dangling to her head by its hook. "I'll let youhelp whatever you want to, Polly, " she mumbled meekly. 

So Polly set to work, Miss Rhys slipping out of the room. Although Alexia'snervous fingers were now not in the way, still, it wasn't easy todisentangle the hook from the thick, fluffy hair, wound in as it was. 

"You've tangled it all up, " said Polly, bending over it with flushed face, her fingers working busily, "and it's all in a snarl. Dear me! do I hurt?"

"No, never mind, " said Alexia; "'tisn't any matter. Don't go home, Polly. "She held her fast by the gown. 

"No, of course not, " said Polly; "at least not until I get this hook out ofyour hair. There--oh, dear me! I thought it was quite free. Well, anyway, now it is!" She held up the blue silk waist with a triumphant littleflourish, over her own head. "It must be awful to have something fastenedto you like that, " she said, sympathetically, as she placed the waist onthe bed with a sigh of relief. 

"Well, I guess you'd think so, " assented Alexia decidedly; "it's tooperfectly awful for anything. It pulls like a big vulture with his talonsholding your hair. " She hopped to her feet and shook herself in delight, her long, light braids flying out gayly. "Well, I am glad that Aunt hasgone"--looking around the room, and drawing a long breath. 

Polly Pepper stood quite still over by the bed. 

"Well--heigh-ho--come on, " cried Alexia, dancing over to seize her arm;"let's have a spin. " But Polly didn't move. 

"Come on, Polly, " cried Alexia, with another tug at her arm. 

"No, " said Polly, "I can't, Alexia. "

"What in the world is the matter?" cried Alexia, dropping her arm to stareat her. 

"I think your aunt--" began Polly. 

"Oh, Aunt!" interrupted Alexia impatiently. "You're always talking abouther, Polly Pepper, and she's everlastingly picking at me, so I have aperfectly dreadful time, between you two. "

"Well, she is your aunt, " said Polly, not offering to stir. 

"I can't help it. " Alexia, for the want of something better to do, ran overand twitched the table cover straight. "And I know she's my aunt, but sheneedn't pick at me all the time, " she added defiantly. She lookeduncomfortable all the same, and ran about here and there trying to getthings in their places, but knocking down more than were tidied up. "Whydon't you say something?" she cried impatiently, whirling around. 

"Because I've nothing to say, " replied Polly, not moving. 

"Oh, dear me!" Alexia sent her long arms out with a despairing gesture. "Isuppose I've just got to go and tell Aunt I'm sorry. " She drew a longbreath. "But I hadn't been playing; I was tired to death over that dirtyold closet and that tiresome shoe bag, and my hair all hooked up. Well, docome on. " She ran over and held out her hand. "Come with me, " she begged. 

So Polly put her hand in Alexia's, and together they ran out into the hall, to the maiden aunt's room. 

"It's perfectly dreadful to board, " said Alexia, on the way. "I wouldn'tcare how little the house was, if Aunt and I could only have one, " and shegave a great sigh. 

Polly turned suddenly and gave her a big hug. 

"Mamsie says you are to come over to our house just as often as possible. So does Grandpapa, " she cried hastily; "you know that, Alexia. "

"Yes, I know, " said Alexia, but she was highly gratified at everyrepetition of the invitation. "Well, oh, dear me!"--as they stood beforeMiss Rhys' door. 

That lady sat in her bay window, her fingers busy with her embroidery, andher mind completely filled with plans for another piece when thatparticular one should be completed. 

"I'm sorry, Aunt, " said Alexia, plunging up to the chair and keeping tighthold of Polly Pepper's hand. 

"Oh!" said Miss Rhys, looking up. "Why, how your hair does look, Alexia!"

Up flew Alexia's other hand to her head. 

"Well, it's been all hooked up, " she said. 

"And I'll brush it for you, " said Polly, at her shoulder. 

"That'll be fine, " cried Alexia, with a comfortable wriggle of her longfigure. "Oh, I'm sorry, Aunt. "

"Very well, " said Miss Rhys, turning back to her embroidery again. "And, Alexia, your room looks very badly. I'm astonished that you are so untidy, when I talk to you about it so much. "

"Well, Polly is helping me fix it up, " said Alexia, drawing off and pullingPolly along. 

"Now, you see, Polly"--as the two girls were safe once more in the littleroom, this time with the door shut--"I only got some more pickings by goingto Aunt. "

"Hush, " said Polly, "she will hear you. '

"How is she going to hear with the door shut, pray tell?" cried Alexia, with a giggle. "Well, it's over with now. Let's fly at this horrid oldroom. Dear me!"--as she ran by the window--"do just see those dreadfulboys. "

At the word "boys" Polly ran too, and peeped over her shoulder. 

"Oh, I must speak to Frick, " and without more warning, she raced out of theroom, and down the front stairs. 

"Polly, Polly Pepper!" But Polly being out in the street and nearly up tothe knot of boys, Alexia gave up calling and speedily ran after her, tohear her say:

"Oh, Frick, I'll go and try to find Joel for you. "

Frick disentangled himself from the group. 

"I found Joel myself, " he said, "and he wouldn't come. "

"Wouldn't come where?" demanded Alexia breathlessly, plunging up. 

"Out on the pond. " It was Larry Keep who answered. 

"And so we've given it all up, " said another boy, very dismally. 

"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Alexia, "how tiresome of Joel!"

"Oh, no, no, " protested Polly, shaking her head. "I know Joel couldn't go, or else he would. You know that, boys, " she said, looking anxiously at themall. 

"He's always been before, " said Larry, in a dudgeon, "and I don't see whatmakes him act so now. "

"Well, you haven't any right to abuse him, just because he doesn't want togo out with you on the pond, " said Alexia warmly, veering round at thefirst word of blame of Joel from anybody else. "That's a great way to do, Imust say. "

"And, boys, you know Joel would have gone if he could, don't you?" saidPolly again, the little anxious pucker deepening on her forehead. 

"Ye--es, " said Larry slowly, digging the toe of his tennis shoe into theground, as no one else said anything. 

"Oh, he would, he would, " said Polly, clasping her hands tightly together, the color flying over her cheek. "Something must have happened to keep himback"--as the boys, having nothing more to say, moved off. "Alexia, now I_must_ go home, for I'm afraid--" of what, she didn't say. 

"I'll go, too, " said Alexia, springing after her, wild to find out what thematter could be with Joel Pepper, to keep him from one of his favoritesports on the pond. 

"There isn't anything the matter with him, " shouted back Frick, over hisshoulder, who had caught Polly's last words. "And he could have gone aseasy as not; he was in Mr. King's writing-room with the door locked. "

"Grandpapa's writing-room, with the door locked!" repeated Polly, turningaround in a puzzled way. "Why--I don't see--oh!" Then she gave such asqueal that Alexia hopped across the road in astonishment. "I know now. Dear, splendid, old Joel! Boys!" She was up by them again, and talking sofast that nobody understood for a moment or two what the whole thing wasabout. 

"For pity's sake, Polly Pepper!" Alexia was shaking her arm, the boyscrowding around Polly and hanging on every word. 

"Don't you understand? Oh, how stupid I've been not to think of itbefore!--though I didn't know he was to begin this very morning, " criedPolly, hurrying on, all in a glow. "Grandpapa has engaged Joel to do somework for him on his books"--Polly didn't think she ought to explain anyfurther about the ten-dollar note--"and so Joel thought he couldn't stoptill the hour was up, and----"

"Has he got to work an hour on 'em at a time?" interrupted Larry inamazement, pushing his way nearer to Polly. 

"Yes, " said Polly, turning her rosy face on him, so glad that she wasreally making them see that Joel couldn't go with them when he was asked, "he must work a whole hour at a time on them, so you see he really had tostay back. " But this part was lost on the whole group. 

"Hi--hi!" they shouted, and Larry flung up his cap. "Well, if that's so, we'll go back and get him now; the hour must be up, " and off they raced, flinging up a cloud of dust from their heels. 

"Whew!" exclaimed Alexia. "Did you ever see such perfectly dreadful boys tokick up such a dust? Oh, dear me, Polly Pepper. Ker-choo!"

When she came out of her sneezing fit, Polly was saying again:

"Oh, how perfectly stupid I am, Alexia!"

But her eyes shone, for it was now all right for Joel with the boys. 

XVI

THE ACCIDENT

But the boys didn't get back after Joel--not just then. A big tallyhocoach, in swinging around a corner, bore down upon the struggling crowd, the driver halloing and the horn blowing lustily, by way of a signal toclear the road. This would have been all well enough and easy to avoid, ifa string of bicyclists had not selected that very identical moment toappear from the opposite direction. And Larry, whose uncle was in thelast-mentioned procession, having a laudable desire to see him and make hisrelation aware of the fact, turned, waved his cap and his arms with a, "Hi, there, Uncle Jack!" and in another second was under the big wheels, thewhole merry party going over him and the laughter and chat still fillingthe air. 

Miss Mary Taylor, having an outside seat, looked over quickly. HamiltonDyce, sitting next, clambered down. 

"Don't be frightened, " he said into her pale face. 

Half a dozen men were on the ground with him, and the boys swarmed aroundwildly, getting in everybody's way. The bicyclists, not catching the ideaof any accident, were swiftly coasting down the hill, for after all theirleader had suddenly changed his mind and veered off just before reachingthe scene of the accident. 

"Help me down, " said Miss Taylor hoarsely. 

"Ugh, don't!" said Beth Cameron, with a shiver, poking her parasol welldown over her eyes. "I wouldn't see it for all the world"--shivering. 

"You can't do any good; better not, " said Mr. Dyce, looking up at MissTaylor. 

But Miss Mary continued to say, "Help me down, " and she so evidentlydisplayed the intention of getting down without any assistance if itweren't forthcoming, that Mr. Dyce did as he was bidden, and she was on thespot by the time that Larry was drawn out from under the wheels and laid onthe roadside grass. 

"I'm afraid he's done for, poor beggar, " said one of the men. 

Mr. Dyce turned Miss Mary completely around and marched her off to themiddle of the road before she knew that such summary treatment was to beaccorded her. Then she caught her breath. 

"You needn't think to save me, " she said, with a little gasp: "I'm--I'mquite strong. I must go. Oh, don't stop me. Think of poor Mrs. Keep!" andshe was back in among the group of men and the frantic boys. "Send forDoctor Fisher, " she cried, kneeling down by Larry's side. 

"No use--" began another man, but Hamilton Dyce cried, "Which one can runthe fastest for Doctor Fisher?"

Little Porter Knapp could, there was no doubt of that. All arms and legswas he, and able to get over more ground a minute than any other boy oftheir set, not excepting Joel Pepper. So, before Mr. Dyce had finishedspeaking, he was off like a shot, leaving Miss Taylor sitting on the grassholding Larry's poor head, while the whole crowd of men revolved aroundher, nervous to do something, but not seeing their way clear to find outwhat would be expedient. 

"If those chaps would stop howling!" exclaimed one of the men, indesperation, stalking off a bit to cram his hands in his pocket, andejaculate this to a companion. 

"It's pretty hard on the kids, " remarked the friend, with a glance over hisshoulder at Frick and the rest of the boys, who added to the misery bycrowding up to the scene and impeding the progress of all would-be helpers. 

"He's dead, it's easy to see, " observed the first man, nodding over to thegroup. 

"That's a fact, it looks like it, " nodded the friend. "Well, it's a badthing, but no one's at fault. Mac couldn't help it. The little beggar ranright under the horses. "

"Oh, Mac's not to blame, " said the first speaker hastily, "but it's anawful calamity just the same, to run down a kid. Well, we must pacify theladies. " So the two walked back and up to the side of the coach, when thebig hats under the parasols leaned over and allowed their fair owners to bediverted with all sorts of comforting things. And presently little DoctorFisher came rushing along in his gig, out of which sprang Porter Knappbefore the horse could be persuaded to stop. 

[Illustration: "Oh, Larry, " said Miss Taylor gently, bending over him. ]

No one said a word, least of all Miss Taylor, except the Doctor, whoordered them to right and to left, as assistants. And before long, Larryopened his blue eyes. 

"Why--where?" he began. He didn't even know he had been hurt--not tillafterward when the pain and suffering set in. 

"Easy--easy there, " said little Doctor Fisher. 

"Great Scott!" The young man who had pronounced him dead crammed thosehands of his deeper yet in their pockets and gave a whistle. 

"Oh, Larry, " said Miss Taylor gently, bending over him. 

"What is it?" Larry tried to move, and felt a strong hand laid on him justwhere it made any motion impossible. Beside, a great wave of pain swept himsuddenly into such astonishment as well as suffering that all he could dowas to shut his eyes and let his head sink back. 

"Now, then!" Doctor Fisher glanced up to the coach-load. "All of you getdown, " he said curtly, and before the women quite knew how, the prettygowns and hats and parasols were all descending, a gay, fluttering bevy allchattering together. 

"Miss Mary, I'll trouble you to hop up there, " and a dozen hands helped herinto position on the coach. "Now, then, Mr. Dyce, and you"; he nodded overto Harry Delafield, the little doctor did, then rapidly picked out two moremen. "Up with you, please, " and quicker than it takes to tell it all, theywere in position, and Larry had been lifted gently into their laps, hishead on Miss Taylor's arm. 

"Ugh!" Betty Cameron gave a worse shiver than before. "How Mary Taylorcan!" she exclaimed, with a grimace. "Oh, dear me! I'm as faint as I canbe, just to think of it. I should die outright to be up there with him. "

"Well, we've got to walk home, I suppose, " observed one of the other girlsdisconsolately, who, now that Larry could really speak, thought it quitetime to turn attention to her own discomfort, and she thrust out her daintyshoe. 

The boys, when they saw that Larry was really alive, stopped howling, especially as each and all had felt the glare of the eyes back of DoctorFisher's big spectacles. And they set off on a run by the side of thecoach, and as far ahead of that vehicle as possible, as Mac handled theribbons with his best style, trying to drive as gently as possible for thepatient. 

"To his home, of course, " said the little doctor, turning his spectacles upto Mac. Then he got into his gig, whipped up, and took the lead. 

Porter Knapp went across streets and got there first and was leaning overthe stone gateway when the little doctor's gig drove up. 

"Eh!" exclaimed Doctor Fisher, looking at him over his glasses. "Well, youhave a pair of legs! Joel was right; he says you beat everything inrunning. "

Porter looked much pleased and glanced down at his legs affectionately. Then he remembered Larry and sobered at once. 

Doctor Fisher, while going up the steps, said in passing:

"Larry'll pull through all right, I think. "

"She's here, " cried Porter suddenly. He had heard the words, but somethinghad abruptly come in between, and he wildly dashed at the little doctor. Doctor Fisher turned around and saw, flourishing up to the gateway, a gaylittle runabout, and in it Larry's mother and sister. 

"My goodness!" He was down by its side. And off in the distance, but comingsurely and steadily on, was the coach bearing Larry to his home. 

"Yes, yes, how do you do? Don't stop, " cried the little doctor, waving hishand that was free from his bag of instruments; "go on to the stable. "

"Oh, no, I'll stop here. " Mrs. Keep had her foot on the step, and put outthe hand not occupied with her flowing draperies. "Eleanor is going on tosee a friend. Well, how do you do?"

"You had better drive on to the stable, " said the little doctor, "both ofyou. "

This time he had such an imperative manner that, thoroughly bewildered, Mrs. Keep stepped back into her seat and motioned Eleanor to obey. 

"Isn't he awfully funny!" said Eleanor, turning in at the driveway, morepuzzled, if possible, than her mother. 

"Yes, " said Mrs. Keep, "he is, but then I suppose he has a good deal on hismind. You know they say his practice is getting to be tremendous. Well, wemust run in and see him, " as they drove down to the stable. "And you can goafterward to see Mary Taylor. "

[Illustration: "Yes, sir, " called Joel back, from the alcove. ]

"All right, " said Eleanor, and one of the stable boys coming out to meetthe pony, they both jumped out of the runabout and ran up the back verandasteps. 

"It's funny he didn't come down this way, if he wanted us to drive to thestable, " cried Eleanor. "Mamma, do say you think it's queer. It would besome comfort if you would. "

"Well, I will, then, " laughed Mrs. Keep, and there stood Doctor Fisher atthe dining-room door, and the minute she saw his face she knew thatsomething dreadful had happened. 

"Well, Joel, my boy. " Old Mr. King, who had been consulting his watch everyfive minutes, whirled around in his big chair. "Time to lay down the work, "he called cheerily. 

"Yes, sir, " called Joel back, from the alcove. 

"And I'm sure if ever an hour was long, this last one has been, " the oldgentleman was saying to himself. Joel, who was rather stiff in the jointswhen first getting up from his work on the carpet, now came out feeling hisarms, and then indulging in a good long stretch. 

"It seems rather good--eh, Joe?--to swing your arms, " cried Grandpapa witha laugh, and a keen glance into the black eyes. 

"Yes, _sir, _" declared Joel, with another stretch, and wondering ifever anything was so good in this world as to be told the hour was up. 

"Take care, " warned the old gentleman; "those long arms of yours will havethings off from my table. My goodness, Joe! you must really go out of doorsand stretch, you make such a sweep, " and he laughed again. 

"I can reach so far. " Joel ran all around the table and stretched out hisbrown arms. "See, Grandpapa, " he cried; then he got on his tiptoes andleaned over to achieve greater and more astonishing results. 

"You'll be over on your nose, if I don't rescue you and the things on mytable, " said Mr. King, bursting into a heartier laugh than ever. "Come on, Joey, my boy, let's get out of doors, in a larger place. " So he gathered upone of the sprawling sets of fingers, and summarily marched him out. 

"Now I suppose the next thing in order is to race after Frick and thoseboys, " observed old Mr. King, when the garden walk was attained. 

"Yes, sir, " cried Joel, his black eyes alight and his feet dancing. 

"Well, be off with you. "

No need to say more; Joel's heels beat the hastiest of retreats, as hescuttled off at the liveliest pace of which he was capable. 

Old Mr. King, left alone, nodded to himself two or three times, and smiledin a pleased way. "The very thing, " he said at last, and in as greatsatisfaction as if he had been talking to a good listener. 

XVII

JOEL'S ADVENTURE

Joel rushed along at a breakneck pace to make up for lost time. How good itwas to sniff the fresh air, and to be free, and then to think of that hourput into solid work over the book-list! Why, he glowed all over withdelight at the very thought. 

"Whoopity-la!" Down the bank of Spy Pond into one of the curves mostfrequented by the boys of his set, he ran. "My! but I'm glad to get here, though! Hey, there?"

There was no response as Joel dashed into what the boys called their camp, a rough enclosure the wealthy men who owned the pond on the outskirts ofthe town had allowed to be built. As some of the boys were their own sons, every indulgence in the way of using the pond had been granted, and Mr. Horatio King being the largest owner and the most indulgent, Joel's set, toa boy, decided to call it the "King Camp. " It was in a knot of pines, andin the summer was a most attractive place, overrun with vines and creepersand gay with the colored boat-cushions that were always thrown about. 

"Hey there!" shouted Joel again, running about within and without thelittle wooden structure. "Are you all deaf? Hey--whoopity-la!" but nobodyanswered, save a little bird from the tip of the tallest tree. 

Joel stood transfixed with amazement; then he dashed off suddenly down adescent to the little cove. "It must be that they are out on the pond, " hesaid to himself, in vexation, and he craned his neck and peered up and downthe shining water as well as he was able for the many curves. "But I don'tsee how they can be, for Larry's boat is here"--he had dashed up again tothe camp--"and Mr. Hersey's, that's the one they would take"--surveying thecollection of rowboats and dories drawn up on the beach--"and Webb'sfather's and Porter Knapp's. " Besides, there was a goodly number of others, all in such situations as by no means suggested a party expected to be onthe pond at short notice that morning. 

"Well, I'm going out, anyway, " declared Joel, snapping his fingers, "andcatch up with them. Most likely they've taken the fishing-tackle; I won'tstop for that. " So, pushing off his row-boat, he picked up the oars andheaded down the pond in the direction most likely in his mind to overtakethem. 

But although he pulled lustily at his oars and ran his boat in and out thecurves and hallooed and shouted, he didn't catch a glimpse of them; and thepine groves and wooded glens that ran down to the curving bank only echoedhis own calls, or sent a bird note out to him. There wasn't the firstsuggestion of a boy anywhere about. 

"Where in the world are they?" cried Joel in vexation, resting on his oars. "Hi--there they are!" He turned suddenly, knocked against one of the oars, it slipped, and before he knew what it was about, there it was in thewater. And to make matters worse, the sound that had filled him withdelight proved to be a big, black dog, scrambling through a thicket ofunderbrush, and coming out to stare at him from the edge of the pond. 

"Oh, you beggar!" exclaimed Joel, not to the dog, but to the oar driftingoff quickly. It was an easy thing, however, so he thought, to recover it, and he made no special haste to paddle along as best he might after it. Just at this moment another boat came suddenly in sight around a curve. Itdidn't hold Joel's friends, but a wholly different set, some city boys whohad no rights on the pond. And having stolen their opportunity, and helpedthemselves to a boat down below, they meant to have as good a time aspossible, knowing it would probably be their last. So here was a grandchance, a boy alone in a rowboat, and at their mercy, one of his oarsdrifting off. 

"Hi--fellows!" When they saw it, they yelled with glee. 

The black dog on the bank, who belonged to them and was following, as besthe might, their course, danced about and gnashed his teeth in his rage thathe couldn't join actively in the excitement, sniffing at the water anddrawing back as it lapped his feet. 

"Now then, look alive, " cried the one who appeared to be the leader, andthe whole crew bent to their oars with a right good will; and grinning allover their faces with the prospect of fun ahead, they made straight forJoel in his boat. 

Joel drew himself up, his black eyes flashing, and paddled with all hismight. But it was no use; his boat went round and round, or zigzaggedalong, and in a trice the unlucky oar was seized by the triumphant crew, asit was drifting off into some lily pads, and drawn with a worse yell thanever into their boat. Good luck! here would be easy game!

"Now then!" There was no limit to their delight as they saluted Joel inevery conceivable way best fitted to get him worked up. "How are you, snob?Don't you want your oar?" and such things, every boy contributing at leasta few selections to the general hubbub, the black dog on the bank emittingshrill, ear-splitting barks of distress. 

"Give me back my oar, " roared Joel, sitting very straight and unconsciouslyrolling up his sleeves. 

"Hi there! Come on and fight, if you want to, " cried several of the crew, with sneers and catcalls, and they brandished the oar at him over theirheads, yelling, "Why don't you come on and fight?"

[Illustration: The unlucky oar was seized by the triumphant crew]

"If you don't give me back my oar, " cried Joel angrily, and paddling fordear life toward them, "it 'll be worse for you, I can tell you. MyGrandpapa----"

He was drowned in a storm of yells: "Your granddaddy? Fellows, this baby istalking of his granddaddy, " and they screamed in derision, snapping theirfingers and swinging the oar as high as they could tantalizingly at him. 

Round and round went Joel's boat, describing a series of curves, thatdespite all his efforts only carried him away from his tormentors. What hewould have done, had he reached them, hadn't entered his head, his onlythought being to get up to them. In the midst of this interestingproceeding, a sharp clap of thunder reverberated over their heads, to bealmost immediately followed by a piercing gleam of lightning. It producedthe greatest consternation in the boat-load, and a sudden jump on the partof nearly every boy in it, made it careen, then turn completely over, andbefore they were fully aware, every single one was in the water, screamingand struggling wildly. 

In the upset Joel's oar had been carried out, too; and as it happened todrift toward him, he leaned over the side of his boat, managing to reach itwith the other one. 

"Don't catch hold of each other, " he yelled, his mind intent on helpingsome of them into his boat. But as well talk to the wind. The boys whocouldn't swim--and most of them were in that plight--were grabbing this wayand that, to seize upon anything that would give them a support. 

"Catch hold of your boat, " roared Joel at them. But instead of that, someof them preferred to catch hold of his, the consequence being that it wouldsoon have been upset, had he not screamed at them (and they knew he meantit), "I'll bang you across the head if you try it"--lifting his oarsturdily. 

"You fellows who can swim, hold up the others, and I'll take you all off tothe bank, if you won't crowd. "

And seeing that this was all they could get, and that Joel was as good ashis word, one after another was helped in, the others wisely catching holdof the overturned boat--an example speedily followed, till all were eitherin Joel's boat and rowing quickly off to shore, or hanging to their owncraft. 

The leader of the crew huddled sheepishly down over his oar, which Joelhanded him to do some of the rowing, and he didn't look at the owner of theboat, till, just as they neared the bank, he glanced up suddenly and said:

"Say, you, I s'pose you'll tell on us. "

"What do you take me for?" cried Joel, in extreme disgust, and plying hisoar briskly. All this time the rain had come down in torrents, till therewasn't much difference between the boys who had been in the water and theone who had kept out, and the lightning played over their heads inunpleasant zigzag streaks, and the thunder rolled and rumbled. 

The leader shivered and ducked till he couldn't by any possibility be saidto look at Joel. 

"Well, I would if I was you. " The words came in a burst from a boy supposedto be in such a half-drowned condition that he wouldn't care to take partin any conversation, who was crouched down in the bottom of the boat. "I'dtell every single thing about it. " He raised himself and shook his fist atthe leader's very face. "If it hadn't been for you, Mike, " he said, "wewouldn't have come. "

"Don't fight, " said Joel, in consternation at any such settling of theirdifferences in his boat; "you'll upset us all. "

"Humph!" the boy in the bottom of the boat sneered. "He won't fight, Mikewon't, " he said. 

And really Mike didn't look as if he would, for he crouched and coweredlower yet, till Joel began to say, "Give me the oar, " for it wabbled sothat it played a small part only in getting the craft to the shore. 

"Some other fellow take it, " said the boy who had done all the talking. "Iwould"--he lifted a red and ashamed face--"only my arm----"

"Is it hurt?" asked Joel, rescuing the other oar from Mike, whose nervesseemed to have all gone to pieces. 

"D'no; never mind, " said the other boy, looking more ashamed still. "Here, Jimmy, you take the oar, and row lively now. " So, with Jimmy's help, theboat ran up to the bank. 

"There you are, " cried Joel, as they were dumped out, to keep company withthe big, black dog, who sniffed them contemptuously and walked around theirdripping bodies as they sank on the bank. This wasn't the kind of fun hehad meant when he followed his master out, and not at all to his taste. 

But Joel was just in his element, and when he brought the rest off from theoverturned boat, he couldn't conceal his satisfaction. 

"Some one has got to tell about that boat. " He pointed to the overturnedone. 

"I knew you would blab. " Mike turned, his shame disappearing, to grow redwith passion. 

"Shut up. " It was the other boy that roared at him, who, injured arm ornot, could somehow inspire the former leader with fear. "I'm going to tellmyself; an' if any of you fellows has got spunk, he'll tell, too. " It wassuch a battle cry that Mike's head went down. He knew as well as afterwardthat his leadership was gone, and that every one of the crew had gone overto the other boy. 

"Hi--yes, we'll tell. " If Jack, their new leader, could decide to, theywould follow him, and they yelled it out much better than any one wouldsuppose possible after their fright, turning their backs on Mike. 

"That's good, " said Joel, bobbing his black curls, from which the rain wasstreaming, at the whole bunch of boys in approval, and taking up his oarshe prepared to move off. "If you'll only tell about the boat. "

"Oh, I say"--Jack seeing that he was now the recognized leader, was goingto do the whole thing up in good shape--"we're much obliged, and who areyou, anyway?" he broke off awkwardly. 

"I'm Mr. King's grandson, " said Joel "Well, good-bye. "

"Mr. King's!" Jack gave a roll over and groveled in the wet moss. "Oh, it'sall up with us, fellows, " he groaned. The black dog, who belonged to him, came and licked him all over, glaring between whiles at Joel, as if he werethe cause of the whole trouble. The bunch of boys said nothing, butshivered in silence. 

"Well, good-bye, " said Joel, as he pushed off, feeling it necessary forsome one to speak, "and I hope you haven't hurt your arm much, " to therecumbent figure. 

"Don't let him hurt these chaps--your grandfather I mean. " Jack threw uphis head and pointed to the boys. "Only get Mike licked. We'd all of uslike that. "

"What?" cried Joel over his shoulder, stopping his busy oars. 

"Why, when you tell him how mean we used you, don't let him get those chapsinto trouble, 'cause----"

"When I tell him!" cried Joel. "What do you mean?"

"Why, of course you'll tell him, " blurted Jack. Mike had taken to his heelsand was making quick tracks with his sodden shoes through the undergrowth. Things were not going to his taste now. 

"See here. " Joel made quick passes now with the oars, and brought his boatup alongside the bank. "I'm not going to tell my Grandpapa about whatyou've done, 'Tisn't any matter. "

"You ain't?" cried Jack, getting up so quickly he upset the next boy, whorolled over the big, black dog. "Great Scott! You ain't going to tell theold gentleman?"

"No, " said Joel, "I don't care anything about it; you didn't hurt me any. "

"Well, if I ever!" It was all that Jack, the leader, could get out. AndJoel, seeing there was nothing to wait for, set to work again, andpresently amid the rain and the lightning gleams, his boat was only alittle speck on the surface of the pond, as viewed by the group of boys onthe bank. 

XVIII

THE COMFORT COMMITTEE

"Oh, Mary!" Eleanor Keep seized Miss Taylor's arm and burst into tears. When she could speak she gasped, "What is it, Mary?"

"Hush!" warned Mary Taylor, drawing her off into the little reception-room. "Your mother--we must think of her, Nell. "

"Mr. Delafield is telling her something. I know it is dreadful. " Eleanorsank upon the sofa, dragging Mary Taylor with her. "Oh, I shall die if youdon't tell me right off what _has_ happened, Mary. "

"Not a word shall you hear until you can control yourself, " declared MissTaylor, wresting herself away from the nervous grasp, and running over tothe door she closed it. "Now then, Nell, are you a sensible girl?"--comingback. 

Eleanor flung herself down on the sofa, and sobbed:

"Oh, I know Larry is dead and you are trying to keep it from me. "

"Larry is not dead, " said Mary Taylor. 

"Well, he is terribly hurt, " said Eleanor, between her sobs. "Oh dear, myonly brother, Larry!"

Mary Taylor got down on her knees by the sofa, and took the poor head up tolet her own tears fall over it. 

"Why, you are crying yourself, " exclaimed Eleanor, feeling the dropstrickle down her neck. "And you told me not to. Why, Mary Taylor!"

"Of course I am, " said Mary. "Now see here: we are both of us very wrong togive way in this fashion; we ought to be seeing to your mother. Get up, Eleanor, " and she sprang to her feet. "There, that's right. Come on. "

Some one rapped at the side door, and the confusion in the house callingthe maids from their duty, the butler belonging to the establishment of thenext neighbor, Mrs. Sterling, popped in his head. 

"Excuse me, Miss, " he said to Mary Taylor, Eleanor being beyond a reply. "Mrs. Sterling has sent for you ladies to come in there and stay until thedoctors are through. "

At the word "doctors" Eleanor shivered and covered her eyes. 

"The very thing, " said Mary Taylor; "we'll get your mother in there"; andwith a message back to Mrs. Sterling the two young ladies hurried off, andbefore Larry's mother quite knew how, she was in the beautiful upper roomof the stately brownstone mansion, and face to face with its invalidmistress, condemned for years to lie on her sofa. 

"I do believe, " said Mrs. Sterling, putting out a soft hand, "thateverything will be much better than you think. We shall soon have cheeringnews, I feel quite sure. Gibson, draw up the easy-chair, so--that's right. "

Gibson quietly did as bidden, and Mrs, Keep sank into it, and laid down herhead with the air of one quite done with the world. To add to the gloom, aterrible thunderstorm broke suddenly. 

"Now give me your hand. " Mrs. Sterling leaned over and drew it within herown. Seeing all things going on so well, Mary Taylor and Eleanor drew offinto the hall. 

"Young ladies, " said Gibson, coming out softly, "wouldn't you wish to godown into the drawing-room? Mistress would like to have you make yourselvescomfortable. The storm is pretty heavy, and I'll light the gas. "

"Oh, no, no, " said Eleanor, shrinking at the invitation. "Mary, don't let'sgo, " she whispered; "I should die there in that big, stiff room. "

"We'll sit just here, " said Mary Taylor. "Come on, Nell, " and down theyboth got on the top stair, huddling up together, while the storm ragedoutside in its fury. 

"Oh, young ladies!" exclaimed Gibson, starting, "I'll get you some chairsif you want to sit in the hall. "

"We like this, " said Mary Taylor; "please, Gibson, don't feel troubled. " SoGibson went back to her mistress' room, and Mary put her arm aroundEleanor, and patted her hair as she cuddled up to her neck. 

"Mary, I like you so much, " sobbed Eleanor, in a muffled voice, "becauseyou don't try to say something to comfort me. "

Mary kept on patting the pretty hair, with anxious ears for the messengerto come from the Keep household. Presently out came Gibson again. 

"I'm going out to bring in those boys, " she said; "Mistress wants it. "

"What boys?" asked Mary quickly. 

"The whole of them, " said Gibson; "they've been hanging around ever sinceMaster Larry was brought home, and----"

"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Eleanor faintly. 

"And Mrs. Sterling wants them invited in here to wait?" exclaimed Mary. "How kind of her! Now, then, Nell, that's work for you and for me: we musthelp those boys to get a little comfort"--as Gibson went quickly down thelong stairs on her errand. 

"Oh, I can't, " cried Eleanor, burrowing into the soft neck. 

"Yes, you can. "

"I'm his sister. And you can't expect me to see them. "

"Yes, I do, " said Mary firmly; "it's exactly what you ought to do. I'mgoing down to welcome them, and you must come too. Come on, Eleanor; we'vesimply got to do it. "

Eleanor, seeing nothing for it unless she were to be left alone on herstair, which would have been the last thing to be endured, got up andfollowed slowly, to be met at the big door leading to the side porch by thecompany of gloomy-faced boys. 

"Well boys, " said Mary cheerfully, "I'm glad you've come to help Eleanorand me. "

Every boy looked up in great surprise, for they all supposed they were leftto comfort themselves. 

"Can't we sit in the dining-room?" asked Mary, with a thought for thecheerful red carpet and curtains. 

"Mistress wants them to come up into her sitting-room, " said Gibson. 

"Her sitting-room!" exclaimed Mary. 

"Yes, Miss. She says they can help Mrs. Keep and her, " said Gibson, standing with folded hands deferentially, but yet quite expecting thecommand to be carried out. 

The boys stood up a little taller yet. Evidently they were thought worthyof consideration in the way of administering consolation instead of hangingaround, useless creatures in everybody's way. 

"In that case, " said Mary Taylor, "we'll all go upstairs at once. "

So they all filed up the long flight, and Gibson held open the door, andMrs. Sterling from her sofa called out, "Boys, yon don't know how glad I amto see you all. " And just as they began to feel a little bit of hope downin their hearts, it was so much easier all bearing the suspense together, alight tripping step came up the staircase, and little Doctor Fisher's bigspectacles were thrust in the doorway. 

"Just right. Very sensible. " He beamed at them all, and darted over andtook the poor mother's hand. 

"Your boy is all right, " he said. "His collar bone is broken, to be sure, but it is a beautiful fracture. And he has some bruises. Thank the Lord itis no worse. "

There was a rustle back of him. Then two or three boys broke from the groupand fell upon him in the rear. 

"Is that true?" the foremost one shouted. 

"Eh?"--little Doctor Fisher whirled around--"yes indeed, true as gospel. Oh, see here now, " as the whole bunch made a mad plunge for the hall. "Comeback here, boys. "

Every single one came slowly back, except Frick; he had cleared the spaceto the top of the stairs, and was now making his quickest time on recorddown the flight. 

"You are not to cheer; I see you want to, " and Doctor Fisher gave a littlelaugh. 

"Yes, sir, " Curtis Park answered for the rest. 

"Well, you----"

"Doctor Fisher"--it was Mrs. Sterling who interrupted, and she smiled--"Ishould very much like to hear that cheer now. "

_"Ma'am!"_ exclaimed the little doctor, gazing at her over hisspectacles. 

"Oh, it would do me good, I assure you, " said Mrs. Sterling, leaning backin a satisfied way against her pillows. "So, if you please, boys, let mehear it at once"--smiling at them. 

And they gave it then and there, the poor mother in all this confusiongetting time to recover herself. 

And then three more for the little doctor. And then one of the boys, theleast likely to have courage to propose it, piped out:

"Let's give her three"--pointing to the hostess. 

How pleased the poor invalid was, and how she beamed at them all! And whenDoctor Fisher saw that, he was so well satisfied that he shook hands withthem all quite around the circle. 

"Now I must go. I'll look in again on your boy in an hour. Madam"--to Mrs. Keep. "Meantime, I'd stay over here, for I've sent for a nurse from thehospital; he must be kept quiet a spell. Good-day, " and he was off. 

"Now, boys"--there was a pretty pink spot in either cheek, as Mrs. Sterlingturned to them--"do you know, I've thought of a plan by which you might dosomething for Lawrence?"

"What--oh, what?" They crowded up to her sofa. Gibson, from the doorwaywhere she had retreated, to be within call, looked a little anxious, butcatching a glance from her mistress, smoothed out her face again. 

"What is your plan?" asked Curtis. It really seemed as if the boys had beenaccustomed to gather in that room, by the way in which they now crowded upas comrades entering into anything that might be proposed. 

"You know that before long Lawrence will be able to see you, we hope, "began Mrs. Sterling, in her cheeriest way. "Gibson, push up that pillow alittle more. "

"Oh, I will, " cried Curtis, springing forward. 

Gibson, in great trepidation at any one performing the office for hermistress, started to do it, but Curtis was already most gallantly, if atrifle awkwardly, pushing up the pillow, giving it a rousing thump that goton the nerves of the maid. 

"You should have waited for me, " she said tartly. 

"Never mind; that is all right. " Mrs. Sterling smiled up at him where hestood, the hot blood in his face, and his eyes downcast. "I'm very muchobliged to you, Curtis. I guess you are accustomed to do it for yourmother, " she said encouragingly. 

"I do--I am, " he said incoherently, beginning to feel better. It was onlyGibson who was cross, he reflected; Mrs. Sterling herself was as nice asshe could be. 

"Well now, if I were you, " said Mrs. Sterling, turning on her pillow to geta good look at them all, "I'd form a committee, a comfort committee, tothink up things that will interest Lawrence. And by and by the doctor isgoing to let you go to see him, and----"

"What things?" The small boy who had proposed the cheers for Mrs. Sterling, now pushed to the front, so as to get a good look at her. "Tell me, please, what things?"

"Well, you can cut out funny things from the magazines and papers for onething, " said Mrs. Sterling, quite delighted at the success of her plan sofar, "and the nurse can read them to him. "

"I've got a lot of _Punch_ numbers, " cried one boy. 

"And _Life, _" said another. 

"And oceans of magazines. " They all shouted one thing, and another. Gibson, who by this time was tired of popping her head in and out, had withdrawn toa little room opening out of her mistress' apartment, and taken up hersewing, quite convinced that far from its being a cause for alarm, everything was going on finely. 

"Well now, just see how much pleasure that will give him, " Mrs. Sterlingwas saying. 

"What else?" asked the small boy. 

"Then has any one of you any puzzles?" asked Mrs. Sterling, "or conundrums?Don't you think that is fine, to have something to think of beside dismalthings, when you lie in bed?"

Curtis Park was just in his element here, for he dearly loved puzzles andconundrums. And presently Mrs. Sterling and he were busily talking overthis and that kind, and book, and collection, until finally the small boypulled the fringe of her pink crocheted shawl. 

"I want to know what else?"

"Dear me!" Mrs. Sterling looked up quickly, to give a little laugh. Itwasn't loud, but so cheery and sweet that Gibson, in the little outer room, dropped her sewing in her lap. "Thank the Lord!" she said, and wiped hereyes. 

Frick, meanwhile, too excited to hear the doctor call them to come back, had darted out of the house, with no thought for the rain, but with onewild desire--to find Joel Pepper. And as he had a perfect faculty forsprinting, and cut through, with a dash, all the cross-streets, he soonfound himself for the second time that day at the King mansion. 

But this second time he was no more fortunate than the first. For althoughhe was willingly admitted to Mr. King's writing-room, it was to see thatgentleman look up and say with the most genial of smiles:

"Ah, Frick, my boy, well, this time it's all right, isn't it, since I letJoel go down to you?"

"Joel hasn't been with us, " blurted out Frick, Then he leaned against thebig writing-table, speech all gone, for he began to feel terribly tired, and it had been nothing but one long disappointment all day. 

Old Mr. King laid down his pen and looked Frick all over. 

"Oh, no, he hasn't, " declared Frick, shaking his head dismally; "we haven'tany of us seen him, and Larry Keep has been run over by Mr. MacIlvaine'stallyho, and most smashed up. " Then he stopped suddenly, his cup of woebeing empty. 

"The first thing to do is to find Joel, " said Mr. King to himself, anxiously. "The storm is almost over, to be sure"--glancing out of thewindow--"but where can he be?" He hurried across the room and touched theelectric button. "You haven't the least idea, Frick, where to look for him, eh?"

"No, sir, " said Frick miserably. 

Thomas popped his head in, to be given the order to have one of therainy-day carriages brought round. Just then, in ran Jasper. He had beencaught by the sudden shower over at Pickering Dodge's. 

"Father, " he cried, his face glowing, "I've come home as soon as it slackedup a bit. Why, you are not going out?"--seeing the old gentleman beginningto don his mackintosh. 

"Yes, I am, " said Mr. King grimly, "going to do just that very thing, Jasper. "

"Oh, let me, Father. " Jasper sprang to his side eagerly, then looked in apuzzled way over to Frick. 

"It's Joel, " said Frick, feeling that it was expected of him to furnish ananswer. 

"Joel?" cried Jasper, the color going out of his cheek. 

"Yes, Joel can't be found, " said old Mr. King, speaking lightly to hide thedismay he really felt. "It's all right, of course; he's probably at one ofthe boys' houses; only as he was to join Frick, why, I'd prefer to look himup a bit. Well, there's Thomas"--glancing out of the window. 

"Oh, let me go for him, " begged Jasper. "I can find him. Surely, you don'tneed to, Father; don't, pray, in all this rain. "

"I am going after Joel, " declared his father, quite obstinately, "so say nomore about it, Jasper"--moving past him to the door. "Come, along, Frick, my boy, you might as well come, too. "

"Let me go, too, " cried Jasper. "Oh, Father, can't I? I can at least help. "He didn't say "take care of you, " but he really felt anxious to the lastdegree. 

"Yes, yes, " said his father, "of course you may come if you like. " SoJasper, well pleased, rushed for his mackintosh, and all three got into thecarriage, and Thomas whirled them off in his best style. 

"It isn't really worth while to worry Mrs. Fisher, " said old Mr. King whenwell on the way, "for we shall probably soon run across Joel as bright as abutton, and gay as a lark. Bless me, how this rain comes down!"

XIX

JOEL'S NEW FRIEND

But no Joel "bright as a button and gay as a lark" came in sight. Instead, at a corner they were turning rapidly, Mr. King in desperation giving theorder to drive to one of the boys' houses most likely to attract Joel'sattention this morning, Thomas came to an abrupt halt that nearly threw thehorses back on their haunches. 

"What are you about there?" he cried in vexation. "Can't you keep out fromunder the horses' heels, I'd like to know?"

The boy thus addressed paid not the slightest attention to the iratecoachman, but advanced to the carriage door. He seemed to have somethingthe matter with his arm that would evidently have given him a good deal ofbother had his mind been on anything but the desire to attract Mr. King'sattention. 

But that gentleman, violently jolted by the sudden pull-up of the horses, not being in the best frame of mind, called out testily, "Bless me, what isthe man stopping for? Drive on, Thomas, " and looked directly over his head. 

Seeing which, the boy clambered up the carriage step and hung on with onehand, but so much determination was in his eyes that old Mr. King fumedout: "Make the scoundrel get down, Jasper. "

"What do you want?" asked Jasper, trying to make it as pleasant aspossible, before the more summary treatment set in. 

"I've got to speak to him, " said the boy. Thomas, gathering up the reins inone hand and the whip in the other, looked around with fury in his eye. "Shall I give him a lick?" he asked. 

"No, no, " said Jasper hastily, "keep quiet, Thomas. "

"I've nothing to say to you, " cried Mr. King in his most pompous way, andwith a stately wave of his hand, "so take yourself off, boy. "

"Father--" began Jasper, in a distressed tone. 

"And be quick about it. " The old gentleman fairly roared it out. "Thomas, drive on. "

That functionary, with a very dissatisfied expression that he hadn't beenallowed to use his whip when he got it all ready so nicely, now cracked itat the horses. The boy, with one hesitating glance at Jasper, slid off thecarriage-step down to the street, and yelled defiantly up into Mr. King'sface as the brougham spun off:

"I was going to tell you where your boy is. "

"Father!" exclaimed Jasper, with a white face, "he must know where Joel is. Thomas, _Thomas, stop!_" For Thomas, having no other way to vent hisvexation, took it out in driving as fast as possible, so he didn't hearwhat was going on in the coach. 

"Eh?" Mr. King was saying in bewilderment. At last Jasper succeeded ingetting his wishes known, and once more the horses were jerked back, forthe summons was quick and sharp. 

By this time the boy was off, and although Jasper peered this way and that, he could see nothing of the old blue cap that had adorned the head thrustover the carriage door. 

"He knows something about Joel, Father, you may depend, " persisted Jasper;"we must find him. "

Frick, who had been ready to cry, all huddled down in his corner, now satstraight, for it didn't seem to be just the time for tears, and in a minutehe had scrambled past Mr. King, and hopped out. 

"I'm going to find him, " came back on the air, as he shot off. 

"Do you wait here, Father, " said Jasper, following him, and leaping out, "and we'll get the boy. "

But the boy, quite willing to tell whatever story there was on his mindwhen he jumped on the carriage step, was now of a different mind, and heran like a deer, first down one street then another. At last, findinghimself pursued by some one not at all inclined to easily give up thechase, it suddenly dawned on him that his blue cap might possibly be ameans of tracing his course. So he twitched it off and tucked it under hiswell arm. This made it more difficult for Jasper, whose footsteps were fastgaining on him, to follow him accurately, and for the first time a horriblemoment came to the pursuer when he thought that after all the boy mightescape; but Frick, who had seen Jasper's nimble progress around a corner, ran down a side street, then across a garden, and came plump into the faceof the boy. 

"Here he is, " cried Frick, the breath almost knocked out of him by theencounter. He had grasped whatever he could first lay his fingers on andheld to it firmly. It proved to be the arm for which the boy had notappeared to have much use. 

Once caught, the boy gave a groan, then started to run. Frick beingsmaller, it might be an easy matter to shake him off, even with only oneavailable arm. 

"No, you don't get away this time, " said Frick, for the tall boy had him inhand now, and was marching him back to the carriage at a pace much morecomfortable for all concerned. "What have you to tell us?" he was beingasked. 

"I would have told you then, " said the boy doggedly. He couldn't help butshow some suffering in his face, and Jasper, looking down to see its cause, found one arm hanging in a very peculiar manner. "You've hurt your arm, " hesaid abruptly. "Frick, take care"--to the boy, not at all particular whathe took hold of if he only got a good grip. 

"Well, he shan't get away, " said Frick decidedly, nipping up the end of thejacket nearest to him. 

"How did you hurt your arm?" asked Jasper. Despite all his anxiety aboutJoel, and an awful feeling that in some way an accident had occurred thathad enveloped them both, he looked into he face beneath him with realconcern. 

"None of your business, " the boy was going to say, but instead he turnedaway his face, then brought it back, and defiance was written all over it. "He sassed me, that old fellow in the carriage. Did you s'pose I'd tell himafter that?"

"He's dreadfully anxious, " said Jasper, ignoring everything else. "You see, Joel's been gone in all this storm, and we don't know anything in the worldwhere he is. "

"I do, " said the boy. 

"Then, if you do"--Jasper stopped suddenly and brought his keen dark eyesto bear on the rough, defiant face--"I just hope you will tell me. And Iknow you will, " he added, after a pause in which Frick fastened his gaze onthem both wildly, luckily without discovering any use for his tongue. 

The boy swallowed hard, dropped his eyes for a moment, then looked up. 

"He was out on the pond. "

"Out on the pond!" echoed Frick, and his hand nipping the jacket-end fellnerveless to his side. 

"No one told you to speak, " said the boy sharply, turning on him, "so youshut up. "

"But what was he doing out on the pond in such a storm?" asked Jasper. Hislips were white, but he didn't allow his eyes to waver, for it was betterto have the whole story before getting back to his father. 

"It didn't rain till after we'd had the row, " said the boy. 

"Had the row?" It seemed an eternity to Jasper, for Joel perhaps even nowmight be in peril, before the next question was answered, "What row?"

"Yes, " said the boy, as if he were going to add, "Well, what are you goingto do about it?" The next moment, he had made up his mind to tell all therewas to tell. It wasn't exactly clear why, but he was giving the account ina very few words, leaving it where it ended with his seeing Joel rowing offdown the pond. 

And presently the two who had hopped out of the carriage, with the new boyand the one who had thrust his head in over the door, were seated in thebrougham, and Thomas had turned his back on the city streets and wasdriving off at a furious pace for Spy Pond. 

Frick collapsed now and mumbled distractedly, "Oh, dear! now Joel's----"what, he didn't trust himself to say. "And Larry's 'most killed, and----"

Jasper interrupted him sharply, "What do you say, Frick?" for it was thefirst hint of anything gone wrong with any of the other boys. 

Then out came that story to add to the general misery, and old Mr. King satvery straight and kept saying, "Bless me! Tell Thomas to drive faster, " and"Oh, bless me!" again, as he glanced over at the boy. 

But no Joel. They pranced, the horses did, shaking off the rain from theirwet manes, around as much of the pond as was adapted to carriages, andJasper and Frick got out and explored the rest, at least wherever Joelwould be supposed to put into port, the boy holding up the arm thatappeared not to be in its usual condition and going along, too, yet unableto add any information to his original statement. At last: "Probably Joel'sgone home"--it was all Jasper could do to get the words out of his whitelips. 

Without a word old Mr. King sank back, and waved his hand, which meant"Yes, " settling down amongst the cushions hopelessly, while their faceswere turned homeward. 

"Hullo!" Unmistakably Joel's voice, and there he was, wet and dirty, andwaving frantically from a side street for them to stop, as he made his besttime to the corner. 

Jasper threw wide the door. "_Joe!_" he cried. Thomas pulled up again, the horses by this time having become so well accustomed to this method ofbringing up that they did it quite well, and there was a great to-do in thecoach. 

"I've been calling and calling, " panted Joel, blowing like a porpoise, andrunning up with red cheeks, "and you wouldn't stop, " he added in a veryinjured way. 

"Well, we didn't hear you, you beggar, " cried Jasper. "Come, get in withyou"--putting out both hands to assist in the process. "Where have youbeen, Joe?" for old Mr. King was beyond talking. 

"I've been--" began Joel, glad enough to hop in; "why, where--" as hisblack eyes fell on the boy in the corner. 

Frick had tried to swarm all over him, but Joel put out an unsteady hand. 

"I came to tell, " said the boy, seeing he was expected to say something. 

"Oh, don't, " cried Joel involuntarily; "'tisn't any matter; I don't care. "

"Well, it's all out, Joe, " said Jasper affectionately, who couldn't stoppatting his back. Frick flew over to the opposite side and let Joel snuggleup to the old gentleman. "I'm here, Grandpapa, " he said happily. 

"Oh, bless me! Yes, my boy!" said old Mr. King brokenly, and fondling thelittle brown hands. "Well, we must get you home and out of these wetclothes as soon as possible. I don't know what your mother will say. Oh, dear me, Joe!"

"Pooh!" cried Joel, "I'm not wet. "

"You're wet as a drowned rat, Joe, " declared Jasper, bursting into a laugh, which was such a relief to all concerned that in a minute it really seemedlike a pleasure excursion. But Joel pulled himself up. 

"Oh, I'm going to see what's the matter with Jack's arm, " and he leanedover and put his hand on it. 

"Nothing, " said Jack, trying to pull it away, but Joel held on. 

"Tis, too, " he said. "You're going to have it fixed. Grandpapa, won't youtake him to Doctor Fisher's office? Please do. "

At this Frick pricked up his ears. "Doctor Fisher isn't----"

"Frick, " began Jasper desperately, "look out and see if it rains. "

Frick stared in amazement, and even Joel bobbed his head over at Jasper. 

"Why, doesn't it rain on your side?" he cried, his black eyes very wide. 

"Never mind; do as I tell you, " said Jasper, nowise disconcerted. So Frickreported that it did rain; and then Jasper began to talk so fast that Joelhad no time to get in a word at all, although he tried with all his might. 

"See here, " he shouted at last, and his voice rang clear above every othernoise, "can't we take him to Doctor Fisher's office--can't we, Grandpapa?Make Thomas turn about and take us there"--he fairly howled it now. 

"And Doctor Fisher won't be there, " screamed Frick, on just as high a key. 

"Why not?"

It was impossible to stop the dreadful news of Larry's accident from comingnow. And in a minute Frick had it all out in a burst, quite unconscious ofJasper's efforts, and well pleased at having something important to say. 

"Larry's been run over by Mr. MacIlvaine's tallyho, and 'most smashed todeath. "

XX

THE COOKING CLUB

"Oh, my goodness me!" Alexia gave a jump, then ran for the closet. 

"Dear me!" exclaimed Polly, standing quite still in the middle of the room, the lightning flash and the sudden peal of thunder coming without warning. 

"Oh, I'm scared to death, " cried Alexia, burrowing frantically; "come inhere, Polly Pepper. Are you killed?" she screamed. 

"No, " said Polly, "and I don't believe there'll be another as bad. "

"Oh, come in here. Ooh!" cried Alexia, in muffled accents, as she huddledup against the clothes. 

"Oh, Polly!" It was Miss Rhys: her embroidery, cast aside at the suddenstorm-burst, was dragging behind her, and she was wringing her hands. "Didyou ever see anything so dreadful?"

"I don't believe there'll be another as bad, " said Polly again, findingnothing more of consolation to offer. 

"And where is Alexia?" And without waiting for an answer, Miss Rhyspaced nervously up and down the room, still wringing her hands. "Andof course there will be more; there, there it comes, " and she ran, theembroidery-piece still hanging to her gown, into the closet. 

"Oh, Aunt, " cried Alexia, with a squeal, "you scared me 'most to death; Ithought I was struck!"

"Why, are you here, Alexia?" gasped Miss Rhys, when she could recoverherself enough to speak. "Well, this is truly a dreadful storm, " and sheclutched her with shaking fingers. 

"Yes, I am here, " said Alexia. "Don't pinch so, Aunt--ow! My arm is allblack and blue, I know it is. "

"It's no time to think of such little things, Alexia, " replied her auntseverely; "it may kill us both. "

"Well, that's no reason I should be all pinched to death, " grumbled Alexia, forgetting the thunderstorm in her present discomfort and edging off aswell as she could. "The closet is dreadfully small, Aunt. "

"It's quite large enough, I'm sure, to protect us, " said Miss Rhys, hangingtightly to her with trembling fingers. "Dear me! any minute may be ourlast. "

"Well, I'm not going to be smothered to death, " declared Alexia, strugglingto work her way past her aunt. 

"Alexia!" exclaimed her aunt. 

"I'm going after Polly. " Alexia out in the middle of the room flung her armaround Polly. "Oh, misery!--where?" as a vivid flash seemed to hop right inthe window. "Oh, Polly, come!" She clutched her wildly. 

"Where?" said Polly. "We can't get away from it, Alexia; it's justeverywhere. "

"Oh, I don't care--anywhere--in the coal-scoop, " cried Alexia, franticallydragging her along. "I shall just die, Polly Pepper, and here you standlike a stick. "

"Well, there's just no use in running, " said Polly, but seeing Alexia'sdistress she suffered herself to be led, and downstairs the two girls sped, and into the landlady's room, the first door to stand ajar. 

"I'm coming in, " announced Alexia, without ceremony, "for I'm scared todeath, " and she dragged Polly Pepper after her. "Did you ever see such athunderstorm, Mrs. Cummings?"

"It is pretty bad, " a voice answered. It wasn't Mrs. Cummings, as she hadhurried to oversee the maid close the windows through the house, butanother of the boarders, who, like Alexia, had selected this apartment fora refuge. 

"Oh, dear me!" Alexia sank down upon the sofa, being careful not torelinquish her hold of Polly, and dragged a cushion over her face. "Is thatyou, Mr. Filbert"--bringing out one eye to stare at him. 

"I think so, " said Mr. Filbert, a little thin old man sitting over in thecorner and leaning forward over his cane. He spoke cautiously, as if notquite sure. "Yes, it _is_ a bad storm, " he repeated decidedly. "Whereis your aunt?"

"She's up in the closet, " said Alexia, pulling the sofa-cushion over herown and Polly's face as well. "There, we can't see it at any rate, if weare going to be killed. "

"Up in the closet?" repeated Mr. Filbert. 

"Yes. Oh, Polly, do you suppose it's lightening and thundering now?"--asthe two girls cuddled up closer together on the roomy old sofa, the cushioncrowded up over eyes and ears. 

"I suppose so, " said Polly, very much wishing she could say "No. "

"Oh, dear me! I'm smothered to death, " grumbled Alexia, "and I'm sohot"--wriggling discontentedly. 

"So am I, " said Polly. 

"What did you say? Your aunt was in the closet?" little old Mr. Filbert wasasking; and receiving no reply, he kept on. 

"Oh, do hear him, " whispered Alexia, back of the sofa-cushion; "he is sotiresome, asking the same thing over and over. "

"Well, do answer him, " said Polly. 

"I have, once, " said Alexia. 

"Is your aunt in the closet, did you say?" Mr. Filbert kept on, with theimpression that a reply would soon be coming if he only held up theconversation at his end of it. 

Alexia dashed down the sofa-cushion with a nervous hand. "I can't breathe;let's get out, Polly, " and she flew up, to sit quite straight. "Yes, myaunt is up in the closet, Mr. Filbert. Whee! Oh, I am so scared, PollyPepper!"

"She'll be struck there quicker 'n any other place she could pick out, "declared the little old gentleman positively. 

Alexia hopped off from the sofa and ran on anxious feet to his chair. 

"What did yon say, Mr. Filbert? and how do you know?" she cried, all in onebreath. 

"The chimney closets always catch the lightning first, " said Mr. Filbertcheerfully; "you see, it----"

Alexia dashed off, ran through the hall and up to her own room. "Aunt, Aunt, " she cried, thrusting her head into the closet, "you'll be struck inthere, Mr. Filbert says so. Come out, Aunt. "

There was no response, and Alexia, now in mortal terror, plunged into thecloset. 

"Come, Aunt. Oh, my!" as a clap of thunder sent her plunging in headlong. "Why, where--" for grope as she might, clear up to the end, among theclothes and the shoe-bag, no Miss Rhys was to be found. 

"Oh, dear, dear!" Alexia began to whimper, feeling all around the floorwith terror-stricken fingers. "Aunt, where are you? Oh, she's been struckand she's dead, I know she is! Polly Pepper, " she screamed, tumbling out ofthe closet to rush to the head of the stairs, "come up and help me findAunt. "

"Alexia!" Miss Rhys, concluding not to be left alone in the closet when thetwo girls ran downstairs, had hurried out after them, and now appeared fromthe hall corner where she had crouched. "Don't scream so. "

"Oh, Aunt!" cried Alexia, throwing her arms around her, "you haven't beenstruck, have you? Oh, do say you haven't. "

"Why, of course not; don't you see I'm here?" said Miss Rhys. "There, child, take care, you're mussing my lace collar, " and she edged off fromthe nervous fingers. "We'll go downstairs, I think, and stay with Mrs. Cummings. "

"If you're really sure you are not struck, " said Alexia, eying her askance, as if in considerable doubt, "we'll go; and Polly Pepper is there and thattiresome old Mr. Filbert. "

"If Polly is there, she must stay to luncheon, " said Miss Rhys, gatheringup her skirts and preparing to descend the stairs. 

"Oh, how fine!" exclaimed Alexia, hopping after, losing sight of thethunderstorm in the delight of having Polly Pepper to herself for so manyhours. "Oh, Aunt, what's that tagging after you?"--catching sight of thepiece of embroidery dangling from her aunt's long figure. 

"I see nothing, " said Miss Rhys, turning around with her head over hershoulder. 

"Well, do stand still, Aunt, " cried Alexia, "a minute. "

"What is it?" Miss Rhys kept saying, trying to see for herself. 

"Your centerpiece--oh, dear me!" Alexia by this time had it free, and burstinto a laugh as she held it up. 

"Well, now, I expect I have dragged off my green floss, " exclaimed heraunt, in irritation. "I am quite sure of it. "

"Well, 'twould be in the closet, " said Alexia, who didn't relish offeringto go back, "'twon't hurt it to stay there a little while. "

"I must find it, " said Miss Rhys decidedly. And Alexia, wild to go down totell Polly Pepper she was to stay to luncheon, flew over the stairs, leaving her aunt to get her green floss as she could. 

"But I can't, " said Polly, when Alexia had hugged her and danced around herto her heart's content; "I must go home. "

"Why, Polly Pepper, you can't ever go in this awful rain. "

"It isn't going to rain much more, " said Polly, running over to the windowto flatten her face against the pane. 

"You'll be struck if you do that. " Little Mr. Filbert looked after her indisapproval. "The window is the worst place in a thunderstorm; you see, it----"

"Oh, that's what you said about the chimney closet, " said Alexia, in scorn, "and there can't be two places that are the worst. "

"Oh, Alexia, " said Polly, looking back from the window. 

"Well, he's so tiresome, " said Alexia, putting her arm around her andgazing out of the window; "that's just the way he goes on at the tableevery single day. Oh, see it rain, Polly Pepper!"

"It's slackening, " said Polly, peering up at the drops, that really werebeginning to fall with little spaces between. "And Mamsie will send for mesoon, I guess. "

"Oh, well, it will begin again most likely, " said Alexia. "I hope thisthunderstorm will last till ever so late this afternoon. "

"Oh, Alexia Rhys!" cried Polly, in great distress, and whirling away fromthe window, "don't wish that. Why, I must get home. "

"Well, I do, " said Alexia, bobbing her light hair till the fluffs settledover her forehead, "for then you'd stay. You haven't been over here in everand ever so long, Polly Pepper, " she said, in an injured voice, "and I'vegot so very much to talk with you about. "

"Well, let's talk now, then, " said Polly, with a sigh, yet feeling quitesure that she would soon be sent for to go home. 

"Come over to the sofa then, " said Alexia, So they ran over, and togethersettled as far back into the corner as they could, pushing up one of thecushions comfortably behind them. 

"Well, now, you begin, " said Polly. 

"Oh, no--you, " said Alexia, having no notion of doing the talking, for itwas always great fun to listen to Polly Pepper. 

"Why, I thought you said you had ever so much to talk over, " said Polly. 

"So I have, " said Alexia coolly, "we always do have; you know we do, Polly. Well, now begin. "

"But it's your place to begin first, " said Polly decidedly, "because yousaid you had something to talk over. So what is it, Alexia?"

"Well--" Alexia drew a long breath, cudgeling her brains, then burst out, "We must think of something new to do now, Polly, since the garden party isover. "

"I know, " said Polly. "How I wish we could get up something else, for ourfancy work is all done! Oh, wasn't it just gorgeous, Alexia"--with acomfortable little wriggle. 

"I should say it was, " cried Alexia, "and didn't it sell, though!--andeverybody wished there was more, except my horrible old shawl. "

"Why, Alexia Rhys!" Polly poked up her head where she had been nestling iton Alexia's shoulder. "You know Mrs. Sterling sent for the shawl and gavefive dollars for it. "

"Oh, that was because she knew it was so ugly that no one else would buyit, " said Alexia composedly. "Well, I don't care, so long as it's sold. Iwas just tired to death of that old thing, Polly; I don't want to ever seeanother shawl. "

"Well, we shan't have another fair in a long while, I suppose, " said Polly, with a sigh, and laying her head down again. 

"Not till next summer, " said Alexia; "then, says I, for a garden party! Youknow your grandpapa said he'd give you another, just as nice a one, then. "

"But that's a whole year. " said Polly disconsolately; "heigh-ho, it's sovery long to wait! Well, I suppose we must think of something else to donow. "

"Just for us girls, " said Alexia. 

"I don't know, " said Polly slowly, looking up at her; "we ought to let theboys come in. "

"Oh, not those horrid boys, " said Alexia impatiently; "they're foreverhanging around, and I like, once in a while, to have something byourselves. "

"But it seems too bad to leave them out, " said Polly soberly. 

"Well, it would do them good to be left out sometimes, " declared Alexia:"they're so high and mighty, I'd just dearly love to take them down, andsay, 'Boys, you can't come into this. '" She tossed her fluffy hair till thelong, light braids flew out triumphantly. 

"Why can't we have a cooking club?" suggested Polly, after a minute of hardthinking. 

"Ugh!" Alexia twisted up her face. "Oh, that's horrid, " she said, withanother grimace. "Do you mean, learn to make things on the kitchen range?"

"Yes, and on the chafing-dish, " said Polly, flying up to sit straight. "Oh, it would be elegant, Alexia!" she cried, with glowing cheeks. 

"Well, I can't learn, " said Alexia, "so that's some small comfort, for I'min a boarding-house, and I guess the cook here would fly in a fit to see mecome into the kitchen. "

"But you can come to our house and learn with me, " said Polly, clasping herhands, "and we'll make perfectly splendid things; just think, Alexia. "

"What things?" asked Alexia doubtfully. 

"Oh, little biscuits, " said Polly, going back in her mind to the delightsof baking-day in the little brown house; "cunning little ones, you know;you can't think how perfectly elegant we used to make them, Alexia. "

"Oh, you had everything elegant in your little brown house, " said Alexia, twisting enviously in her corner. "Joel's never tired of telling of it. Andto think I wasn't there! Oh, dear me! I wish you would talk about it. "

"Well, you can try now to make some biscuits. I'll show you how, " saidPolly eagerly. 

"And Polly--oh, goody!--now don't you see we won't have to ask the boys tojoin this? A cooking club--the very idea!" Alexia hopped off from the sofa, and stood in front of Polly, clasping her hands. 

"Why, yes we will, " cried Polly, hopping off too, and speaking verydecidedly; "the boys will like it just as much as we do. "

"The boys like a cooking club!" screamed Alexia, standing quite still. 

"Yes, indeed, " said Polly. "Why, Jasper used to like our baking-days in thelittle brown house, you know he did, Alexia, like everything. "

"Oh, dear! yes, I know, " said Alexia reluctantly. 

"And beside, even if they don't make things, why, they can come to oursuppers, for we must of course get up some, of things we've learned tomake. Oh, it will be _such_ fun, Alexia!" Polly sighed and clasped herhands. 

"And I'll learn to make your cunning little biscuits, " declared Alexiasuddenly, quite as if she had proposed the plan and pushed it along fromthe very beginning, "and do let's have a club supper soon, " she begged. 

"There's a carriage coming, " announced little Mr. Filbert, from his chairin the corner. 

"Oh, it's for me, I know, " cried Polly, springing to the window. "Yes, Mamsie has sent for me, Alexia. I knew she would!"

"Oh, dear me!" grumbled Alexia, awfully disappointed and racing after her. "Why, you can't ever go in all this rain, Polly Pepper. "

Polly burst out into a laugh. "Just look there, " She pointed to the patchesof light in the sky gradually growing bigger and brighter. "It doesn't raina single drop! And, oh, Alexia, look, look--the rainbow!"

XXI

OF MANY THINGS IN GENERAL

But the cooking club with all its delights wasn't started yet for many aday, for just as soon as Polly got home there was the whole story of themorning's adventures of Joel and Larry's accident, to fill all her time andthoughts. 

And then Jack--why, of course, he must come in for a goodly share ofnotice, for Joel insisted on making him a hero, to be willing to come andtell Mr. King of his misdemeanor on the pond. And Doctor Fisher had saidthe arm was in a bad way, the trouble being increased by all the runningabout in the pelting storm that Jack had indulged in, and this made Joelnearly frantic. Dear me! there was no time to think of cooking clubs!

And then after luncheon came a little note from Mrs. Sterling, brought byno less a person than Mrs. Gibson herself, who, in her staid little blackbonnet and gray dress and white apron, waited for Polly's answer. 

"No, Miss, I'll not sit down, if you please, as my mistress expects me backat once. "

"Dear Polly" (so the note ran), "will you run down this afternoon to talkover a little plan for the Comfort committee. I suppose the boys have toldyou about it. Bring Joel, too, for he couldn't come this morning when itwas proposed. Your friend, Pamela Sterling. "

"Oh, goody!" exclaimed Polly, vastly pleased, and springing off. "Yes, I'llcome, Mrs. Gibson, please tell her, and right away; that is, when I findJoel. "

"I hope you'll be there soon, " said Mrs. Gibson, the light of pleasure atPolly's first words dying down a bit when she saw that Joel was to bewaited for. "Couldn't you come first?" she asked anxiously. 

"Oh, I must find Joel, " said Polly, "but I almost know where he is, andwe'll be over soon. Please tell her so. "

She was already out in the hall, and Mrs. Gibson having obtained the bestshe was likely to receive, departed to carry back the word to her mistress. And Polly raced here and there without avail, for Joel was not so easilyfound after all. 

"Oh, Joel, where _are_ you?" cried Polly, racing along the hall. "Oh, dear me! Percy, is that you?" as Percy, with Van at his heels, came nearrunning into her. 

"Yes, it is, " said Percy, coming to an abrupt stop, but Van ran past them. "Hold on, Van, " he cried, his face growing very red, "that's not fair, whenPolly wanted to speak to us. "

"She didn't want to speak to me, " said Van, making pretty quick time downthe hall. 

"Oh, Polly, make him stop, " begged Percy, twitching her sleeve; "he's goingup into Ben's room; it's not fair, for I was ahead. "

"Well, you aren't ahead now, " cried Van in glee, and mounting the stairs, he couldn't resist the temptation to peer over the railing. "Ha, ha! who'sthe smart one now? I'll get there first, Percy Whitney. "

"You shan't. Oh, make him stop, " howled Percy, in distress. 

"Van, " called Polly, looking up at him. 

"What?" said Van, wishing he hadn't wasted the time in exhibiting histriumph. He still kept on. 

"I want you, " said Polly clearly. "Come down, Vanny, that's a good boy. "

"What do you want me for?" asked Van, turning slowly to look down at her. 

"Come down, and you'll see. Make haste, Van, for I'm in a dreadful hurry. "

"What do you want me for?" repeated Van, begrudging every step of the wayhe was now taking, and keeping a sharp look out that Percy didn't springpast him. To prevent that, he spread out both arms. "Say, Polly, what doyou want me for?" At last he was by her side. 

"There, who's going to get up in Ben's room first?" said Percycomplacently. 

"Well, you aren't, " said Van stoutly, "'cause just as soon as Polly's gotthrough with me, I'm going to run like lightning up there--so! I was aheadwhen she called me back. "

"Well, I was ahead first, " declared Percy, "wasn't I, Polly--wasn't I?" heappealed anxiously to her. 

"Yes, " said Polly, "and hush, Van. Now, see here, boys: I've got to findJoel. Mrs. Sterling has sent for him to come with me over there thisafternoon, and she wants us right away. Don't you know where he is? I'velooked for him just everywhere. " She clasped her hands and looked at themin despair. 

"I don't, " said Percy. 

"Neither do I, " said Van; "we're going up in Ben's room. Is that all, Polly?" and he prepared to run. 

"No, " said Polly, while Percy, in alarm lest a march should be stolen onhim, sidled off on the other side. 

"Van!" Polly nipped his jacket and held it fast. Seeing which, Percyconcluded to remain, and he now came back quietly and stood quite still. 

"Boys, " said Polly, "it's just this way; you must help me to find Joel, for, unless you do, I'm sure I don't know what I can do. And Mrs. Sterlingwas going to tell us all about the Comfort committee to help Larry, youknow. " She dropped Van's jacket-end, and ran and sat down on one of thehigh-backed chairs, and folded her hands in dismay. 

"Oh, we will--we will, " cried both the boys, quite overcome at this, and, losing sight of all the charms that were awaiting them in Ben's room, theyprecipitated themselves upon her. "But where shall we look for him? Youknow he went out with Doctor Fisher in his gig. Say where shall we look forhim, Polly. "

"Joel went out with Papa Fisher!" cried Polly, hopping off from her chair. "Why didn't you say so before? Oh, dear me!"

"Well, you asked me where he was, and I didn't know where they were going, "said Percy dismally, changing from one foot to the other in great distress. 

"And they might have taken us; I think 'twas real mean, " declared Van, in adudgeon. 

"Oh, Van, if he went with Papa Fisher, how could he? Oh, I know. " Pollyclapped her hands. "They've gone down to see that boy that got his arm hurton the pond. I verily believe they have. "

"Well, they might have taken us, " said Van again. "I'd like to have seenhim awfully, and now Joel will have him all to himself. I'm going to getsomething, and I won't let Joel have any of it, " he added vindictively. 

"Oh, Vanny!" and Polly went close to him, and put her cheek to his. "Justthink what a dreadful time Joel had out there on the pond, " and she gave alittle shiver. 

"Hah, hah!" ejaculated Percy. "You'd been scared to death, Van, if thoseboys even winked at you. "

"I wouldn't, either, " declared Van, straightening up. 

"Percy--Percy, " said Polly warningly, turning around at him. 

"Well, he would, " said Percy uneasily, not looking at her; "you know hewould, Polly. "

"Well, don't say any such thing, " said Polly firmly, "and perhaps hewouldn't, either. "

"No, I wouldn't, " protested Van stoutly, since Polly reinforced him, "andyou're just as mean as you can be, Percy Whitney, to say so. "

"Boys"--Polly drew away from Van, and sank down on her chair again--"Ishan't have anything to say to either of you when you say such dreadfulthings, " and she folded her hands sorrowfully in her lap and lookedstraight ahead at the opposite wall. 

"Oh, we won't--we won't, " cried both boys, running over to her. "Polly, wewon't"--shaking her arms. 

"Well, don't, then, " said Polly. "Now promise you won't do it again, orelse I'm really not going to talk to you. "

So Percy and Van promised, and pretty soon the wide hall resounded withmerry peals of laughter. 

"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Polly, jumping to her feet in dismay. 

"What's the matter?" cried both boys, tumbling back in astonishment. 

"Just look what I've done!" Polly was wringing her hands now, and presenteda picture of distress. 

"What--what, Polly?" They crowded up to her again. 

"Why, I've forgotten I was to go at once to Mrs. Sterling's, and she's beenwaiting. If Joel comes, send--him--over. " The last words came back in alittle shout, for Polly was off. 

"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Percy discontentedly, losing all thought of theattractions in Ben's room, "now Polly will be gone all the whole afternoon, I 'most know. "

"Let's tag her, " proposed Van cheerfully, not caring to get upstairs first, since Percy wasn't going to race with him, "I will; come on!"

"No, no, " said Percy, in alarm, "she won't like that. Think of somethingelse. "

"I've thought of one thing, and you won't do it, " said Van composedly, sitting down on the very chair Polly had left. "Now it's your turn. "

"But it was no good--that old thing you thought of, " retorted Percy, indisdain; "no one could do it. "

"I thought it out, anyway, " repeated Van obstinately, "and you wouldn't doit, so I'm not going to think up anything else till you have thoughtsomething, Percy Whitney. "

"Well, you needn't be so cross, " said Percy sourly, and squaring up to hischair. 

"I'm not cross, " contradicted Van, looking up at him with a very red face. 

"Yes, you are, just as cross as a snapping-turtle, " said Percy, trying tothink of the worst thing he had encountered, and quite pleased as he sawits effect on Van. 

"You shall just take that back, Percy Whitney, " declared Van, hopping outof his chair, and doubling up his small fists. "I'm not a snapping-turtle. "

Percy edged off, with a sharp lookout for the fists. 

"I didn't say so. "

"Yes, you did, " said Van crossly; "you said just that very thing, PercyWhitney, and I'm not a snapping-turtle. "

"I said you were as cross as one, " said Percy, wishing he hadn't been quiteas free with his comparisons, and moving off to a convenient corner. 

"Well, that's just the same, " said Van, advancing, "and Polly----"

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At the mention of Polly, Percy stopped suddenly, drew a long breath, andnever thought of the [corner] again. 

"[Why, ] we promised her, " he gasped; "I forgot all about it. "

Down [went Van's] little fist. 

"So we [did], " [he] said gloomily, and both boys crept off [together to]the same corner Percy had selected for [himself]. 

"Whatever shall [we] do [now]?" breathed Percy, quite lost in his dismalreflections. 

"We stopped, " said Van, as something to be offered with a grain of hope. 

"But we did a lot before we stopped, " said Percy. A deep gloom had settledover his countenance, and he wouldn't look at Van. "Oh, dear me!"

Van fidgeted about for a minute, "Well, I don't know, " he said, twisting his hands. "Oh, dear me! Why, youmight say I'm not a snapping-turtle, " he cried cheerfully at last, andfairly hugging Percy in his delight. 

"So I might, " said Percy, well pleased, "but I didn't say you _were_ asnapping-turtle; I said you were as cross as a snapping-turtle. "

"Well, you might say I'm not as cross as a snapping-turtle, then, " saidVan, determined to fix it some way. 

So Percy said it, and then the two brothers plunged out of doors without athought of the formalities of any plan. But it was Van who furnished itafter all. 

"Let's go down and see [Candace], " he said. 

"Oh, yes, let's, " cried Percy, [then] he stopped short and began to laugh. 

"What's the matter?" Van twitched his sleeve. 

"Nothing, " said Percy, so relieved he hadn't said what was on the tip ofhis tongue; "you've done it after all and told something for us to do. "

"Well, then, come on, " cried Van, with a harder twitch. So they set off ata lively pace for the delights of Candace's little shop. 

Meanwhile, Polly was sorrowfully confessing to Mrs. Sterling why she waslate, and explaining all the reason that Joel couldn't accompany her. Andthe whole story of the morning affair on the pond, as gathered from Jack, for Joel hadn't told a word of the encounter with the crowd of rough boys, had to be gone over with before Mrs. Sterling could open her budget of newsand her wonderful plan for the Comfort committee. 

She was just beginning on it. 

"I do like that name so very much, " sighed Polly. She was on a littlecricket by the side of the lounge, her hands resting on the gaysofa-blanket. 

"Don't you?" cried Mrs. Sterling, in great satisfaction. "It expresses somuch, Polly. I am so very glad that you like it. "

"Master Joel Pepper is coming down the street, " said Gibson, guilty ofinterrupting, for she knew how anxious her mistress was to see Joel. "ShallI call him in?"

"Do, by all means, " said Mrs. Sterling, while Polly cried:

"Oh, I am so glad!"

So Gibson knocked on the window, and beckoned to Joel that he was wanted;then she hurried down to the big front door to let him in. 

There was a funny little noise over the stairs, as if there were more thanone pair of feet, which was soon explained by Joel's bursting in, dragginganother boy after him, who had his arm done up in a sling. 

"It's Jack, " he said, by way of introduction. 

"Oh, Joel!" cried Polly, springing to her feet, in consternation. 

"Yes, and now what is it?" Joel advanced to the invalid's couch, ready forbusiness. 

"I'm very glad to see Jack, " said Mrs. Sterling, with a smile, putting outher soft, white hand to the boy, who was gazing at the doorway throughwhich he had come, as if nothing would please him so much as to go throughit again, this time on the way back. 

"You might get a chair, Joel, for your friend, and another for yourself, "suggested Mrs. Sterling. 

"I will--I will, " cried Joel, well pleased to have something to do, anddragging up the first one he could find. "I'm going to sit on thecarpet"--suiting the action to the words. 

"Well, you see--" Mrs. Sterling, without more ado, began at once on herplan. Polly was by this time back on her cricket, very much relieved tofind that it wasn't so very dreadful after all to have Jack there, sinceMrs. Sterling seemed to like it. "There's nothing helps a boy who is to beshut up in the house for a long time, quite so much as to have the otherboys who can go out to play, think of him, and plan for his comfort. Isn'tthat so?" Mrs. Sterling looked at her little audience keenly. 

"Yes, " said two of them. Jack was so scared at finding himself where he hadnever supposed he could be--in the stately brownstone mansion--that hefixed his eyes on the carpet, not daring to move; as for speech, it wasquite beyond him. 

"Well, now that Lawrence Keep has gotten hurt, I think it will be a verygood plan to have a Comfort committee to look out for him. "

"What can we do for him?" cried Joel, very much excited, and jumping upfrom the carpet. 

"Joel, do sit down, " said Polly, quite ashamed, and pulling him by thejacket. 

Joel very unwillingly slid back to his place on the carpet, and fastenedhis black eyes on Mrs. Sterling's face. 

"Well, there are so many things to do for a boy who won't be very sick, butmust be shut up in the house, " said Mrs. Sterling, "that really it takestime even to think of them all. "

"What are some of them?" burst out Joel, pulling the sofa-blanket in hiseagerness. 

"Joel--Joel, " said Polly. 

"Here are some of them, " said Mrs. Sterling, "that I told the boys thismorning when they were in here. You might cut out the funny things in themagazines and newspapers, the pictures and the stories, and send him. It'sso nice to have little reminders to pass away the time. "

"What else?"

"Well, I didn't tell them that, but there are letters you might write him. "

"Ugh!" Joel made a wry face. "I don't like to write letters, " he saidbluntly. 

"Joel, " said Polly again. 

"Perhaps that is the very reason it would be well for you to do it, " saidMrs. Sterling, with a smile. "At any rate, it would please Lawrence, Ithink. Well, then there are conundrums; you can surely think up somethingof that sort that will amuse him, and puzzles. "

Now, strange to say, Jack had a good head for these things, and withoutthinking where he was, he blurted out:

"I know a lot of 'em. "

Joel whirled around on the carpet and stared at him, as did Polly from hercricket. But Mrs. Sterling only smiled. 

"That's good, " she said in approval, "now you see you can help us out agood deal"--nodding at him. 

But Jack, with a wild glance at the door, as he came to himself, was beyondconundrums, as he thought of what he'd done. 

"Tell some of 'em, Jack, " cried Joel eagerly, emerging from his surprise. "What are they, Jack? Tell some. "

"Not now, " said Mrs. Sterling, interposing. "Jack is going to write themout, and they will be sent in as his contribution to Lawrence. "

Sent in to Larry Keep's big house, almost as grand as the one Jack sat innow, by him, a little six-penny grocer's son, doing business over at theSouth End! He couldn't believe his ears, and to assist them, he lifted hiseyes and stared at the person making the announcement. Evidently she meantit, and the more he gazed at her face, the better he liked it. But hedidn't dare to stare long, so he concluded to transfer his attention fromit to the carpet. 

"We are getting on so well, " said Mrs. Sterling, and her tone was verycheery, "that I am really quite hopeful that Lawrence may be amused by allthat we are to do for him. And now, before we go any further in our plan, suppose we take a little comfort ourselves. " And she laughed a gay littlelaugh that wouldn't have sounded badly as Polly's own. "Gibson, " shecalled. 

Out came Gibson from the little room next. 

"Will you bring us a tray of some of the nice things you always can get up, Gibson?" said her mistress. "I am really hungry, and I know these youngpeople must be, they run about so. "

"I am, " declared Joel, in great satisfaction at hearing the tray mentioned, and bobbing his black hair, "awfully hungry. "

"Oh, Joel!" said Polly. 

"If you knew, Polly, " said Mrs. Sterling, with a laugh, "what a pleasure itis to me, to hear a hungry boy say so up here, you would be very glad tolet him. You can't think"--looking around on the three--"what good you aredoing me. Really your work as a comfort committee has begun already. "

XXII

RACHEL'S VISIT TO MISS PARROTT

Rachel ran blindly up the garret stairs of the parsonage and threw herselfdown on the top, her blue, checked apron over her head. 

"Oh, I can't--I can't, " she screamed. 

"Rachel, " the minister's wife called gently after her. But Rachel stormedon, "Oh, I can't; dear me, I can't!"

So Mrs. Henderson mounted the stairs and sat down on the top one, and tookRachel's hands, nervously beating together. 

"My child, you must listen to me. "

It was said very quietly; but Rachel knew by this time what the parsonagepeople meant when they said a thing, so she answered meekly in a muffledvoice because of the apron over her head:

"Yes'm. "

"Take down your apron, " said Mrs. Henderson. 

Down fell the apron, disclosing a face of so much distress, that for amoment the heart of the parson's wife failed her, but it must be done, "My child, " she began very gently, "it is best that you should go to seeMiss Parrott. She will be a good friend to you. "

"I don't want no friends, " said Rachel doggedly, in her distress relapsinginto her old tenement-house disregard of the rules of speech; "no more 'nI've got her. "

"Ah, child, that is not a wise way to talk, " said Mrs. Henderson, shakingher head. "One cannot have too many friends. "

"She'd be too many, " said Rachel; "that old woman that came the other dayin that carriage all full of bones. "

"You must not talk so, dear. She is a very fine woman. Now, Rachel, she hasasked to have you spend the day there, and we have promised that you shallgo. "

There was an awful pause. A big blue-bottle over in the corner under therafters was making a final decision to explore the filmy lace web beneaththe window where a fat old spider had been patiently waiting for him, andhe gave his last buzz of freedom before he hopped in. This was all thesound that broke the silence. Rachel held her breath, and fixed her blackeyes at a point straight ahead, positively sure if she withdrew her gazeshe would burst out crying. 

"So you will be ready to go at ten o'clock, Rachel, for Miss Parrott willsend for you then, " Mrs. Henderson was saying. And in a minute more theparson's wife was going down the garret stairs; Rachel, with a heart fullof woe, slowly following, leaving the big garret to the fat old spider, whowas busily weaving her silken threads in glee over her prisoner. 

And Rachel's woeful face was more than matched by the countenances of thetwo boys of the parson's family, who were not at all pleased that thecompanion sent to them by Mrs. Fisher, and who had turned out surprisinglyjust to their liking, should be suddenly torn away from them even for asingle day. And they followed disapprovingly around, hanging upon all thepreparations for the momentous visit, with a very bad influence uponRachel's endeavor to control herself. Seeing which, their mother sent themoff on an errand to Grandma Bascom. 

So, when the ancient carriage, with its well-seasoned coachman who rejoicedin the name of Simmons, made its appearance, there was no one to see Racheloff, save the patron's wife, the minister himself being away on a call lo asick parishioner. 

Rachel went steadily down the walk between the box-borders, feeling herheart sink at each step. Mrs. Henderson, well in advance, was down at theroadside to help her in, with a last bit of good advice. 

"Good-morning, Simmons, " said the parson's wife pleasantly. 

"Good-morning, Madam, " Simmons touched his hat, and spoke with the air ofstate, for he kept his English ways. Secretly, the parson's wife was alwaysquite impressed by them, and she looked at Rachel for some sign to thateffect. But the child was scowling, and biting her thin lips, and shesuffered Mrs. Henderson to assist her into the wide old vehicle without anyfurther change of expression. When once in, she gazed around, then leanedforward on the slippery old green leather seat. 

"Can't Peletiah come?" she gasped; "there's lots o' room. "

"No, " said Mrs. Henderson. "Now be a good girl"--all her fears returning asshe saw Rachel's face. 

Simmons starting up the horses, that, although an old pair, yet liked toset off with a flourish, the movement bounced Rachel violently against theback of her seat and knocked her bonnet over her face. This gave hersomething to think of, and changed her terror to a deep displeasure. Whenthe drive was ended, therefore, and the brougham, after its progressthrough an avenue of fine old trees, was brought to a standstill before theancestral mansion where Miss Parrott's father and grandfather had livedbefore her, the visitor was in no condition to enjoy the pleasures thrustupon her. 

Miss Parrott, in the stiff, black silk gown that she had worn the day whenshe called at the parsonage, met her on the big stone steps. She put out ahand in a long, black lace mitt, "I am very glad to see you, child, " shesaid, in old-time hospitality. 

But no hospitality, old-time or any other, had a pleasant effect on Rachel. She gave a glance up and around the big, gloomy gray, stone house, with awild thought of rushing down the avenue and home to the parsonage. 

"It is a pleasant place, isn't it?" observed Miss Parrott with complacentmemory of always living in the grandest homestead for several counties. 

"No, ma'am, " said Rachel promptly. 

Miss Parrott started, and gave a little gasp. Then, reflecting it was notin accordance with fine manners to notice any such slip on the part ofguests, she led the way into the mansion. Simmons, much shocked, actuallyforgot himself so far as to scratch his head, as he drove off to thestables, and he didn't get over it all day. 

"Perhaps you would like a little refreshment, " suggested Miss Parrott, when, the child's bonnet off, she was seated on the edge of a stiff, high-backed chair. She couldn't think of anything else to say, and as sheusually offered it to her friends at the end of their long drives when theycalled upon her, it seemed a happy thing to do now, especially as Rachel'sblack eyes were fastened upon her in a manner extremely uncomfortable forthe person gazed at. 

As Rachel didn't know in the least what "refreshment" meant, she stared on, without a word. And Miss Parrott, pulling with more vigor than was herwont, a long red worsted cord that hung down by the piano, a stately butlermade his appearance quicker than usual, took his directions from hismistress, and after regarding the small figure perched on one of theancestral Parrott chairs with extreme disfavor, he silently withdrew. 

Presently, in he came, his head well thrown back, and bearing a huge silvertray. On it were a decanter, two little queer-shaped glasses, and a plateof very thin seed cakes. He deposited this on a spindle-legged table, whichhe drew up in front of his mistress, and, with another glance, which heintended to be very withering, cast upon Rachel, but which she didn't seeat all, he departed. 

"Now, my dear, " said Miss Parrott, in a lighter tone, feeling quite in herelement while serving refreshments in such an elegant way, "you must bevery hungry. " She poured out a glassful from the decanter, and getting outof her chair, she took up the plate of seed cakes, and advanced to thesmall figure. "Here, child. "

Rachel took the little queer-shaped glass, but had no sooner felt it withinher hand, than she gave a loud scream. 

"Take it away, it smells just like Gran"--pushing it from her. 

It knocked against the plate of seed cakes Miss Parrott was proffering, andtogether they fell to the floor with a crash. In hurried the butler. 

"I don't know what can be the matter, " Miss Parrott was gasping, her handon her heart, as she leaned against one of the ancient cabinets of whichthe apartment seemed to be full. 

"It smells just like Gran, " Rachel was repeating, with flashing eyes. "Oh, how dare you give it to me!" She was standing over the wreck of thepriceless china and glass, which, as no such accidents had been recorded inthe family, Miss Parrott had continued to use in the entertainment of herguests. 

"You bad child, you!" exclaimed the butler, seizing her arm, and gonealmost out of his senses at the sight of the ruin of such ancienttreasures. 

"I'm not bad, " cried Rachel, turning on him and stamping her foot; "she'sbad--that woman there--for giving me what smells just like Gran!"

"I can't make her out, " declared the butler, eyeing her as he released herarm and stepped back toward his mistress. 

"And that's what makes people drunk, " went on Rachel, pointing an angryfinger at the wet spot where the liquid from the decanter was slowly oozinginto the velvet carpet. 

The butler turned an outraged countenance, on which a dull red wasspreading, over to his mistress. 

"You would better go out, Hooper, " said Miss Parrott faintly, and holdingfast to the cabinet. 

"I'm afraid to leave you, madam, " said Hooper; "she ain't fit--thatcreature"--pointing to Rachel, "to be here; she may fly at you. I'll puther out at once. "

"You may leave the apartment, Hooper, " said Miss Parrott, regaining some ofher dignity by a mighty effort. "I'm not in the least afraid. " But herlooks belied her words, or at any rate the old serving-man thought so, andhe made bold to remonstrate again. 

"Let me put her out, madam, " he begged. "I'll call the gardeners. "

"Oh, no, no!" protested Miss Parrott, coming rapidly to her self-composure;"that would never do in all the world. Leave the room, Hooper. " This lastwas said so exactly like his mistress at her best, that the butler obeyedit, making a wide circuit as he passed Rachel, who still stood, the pictureof wrath, over the broken china and glass. 

Not a word was said for some minutes. Outside, Polly, the old parrot, wasscolding vociferously, and the tall clock was ticking away for clear life. Hooper, his ear first, and then his eye, glued to the keyhole, was vainlyendeavoring to find out what was passing in the sitting-room. 

At last Rachel drew a long breath. "I'm sorry I broke your things, " and sheawkwardly pushed the bits with her shoe, "Oh, that's no matter, " said Miss Parrott, feeling astonished at herselffor the words, "but you said such dreadful things. I can never forgetthat. " She drew a long breath. 

No matter that she broke those beautiful things! The whole truth flashedupon Rachel, and although the smell of the hated stuff was even yetdragging back to her all the memory of her low condition of life throughsuch childhood as she had known, over and above it all was quickly risingthe conviction that for this unpardonable misdemeanor she would be sentback to the city and--awful thought!--perhaps to Gran. She set her teethtogether hard, and clenched her thin hands as they hung by her side. 

"Yes. I say it is no matter, " repeated Miss Parrott, not suffering herselfto glance at the wreck of her ancestral treasures, "but oh, child! why didyou say such dreadful things?" She still clung to the cabinet, shocked outof one tradition of her family, as if she must still hold to its time-wornand honored furnishings. 

Rachel gave her a swift, bird-like glance. "You do care; you're crying, "she exclaimed, aghast at the tears running over the wrinkled face. 

"Not about that, but the things you said; I didn't mean to do you harm. "Miss Parrott did not attempt to deny the tears, and brushed them off with atrembling hand. 

"You ain't hurt me, " cried Rachel, stumbling across the floor, with anawful feeling at her heart to see this stiff old woman cry. 

"Oh, whatever your name is, don't! I'll go home, and the minister may sendme back to Gran, an' she may beat me. Don't cry!" She seized the heavyblack silk in its front breadth and held on tightly. 

The butler, having at this minute his eye at the keyhole, now rushed in, unable to bear the sight, to be met by Miss Parrott, her withered faceflaming behind her tears. 

"Do you go directly out, Hooper, and remain away until you are called. " Henever knew how he got out; and this time the keyhole was unobstructed. 

"Were you beaten, you poor little thing?" Was this Miss Parrott bendingover Rachel's shaking shoulders, and hands clutching the silk gown! "Oh, dear, dear!"

"Tain't no matter, " mumbled Rachel. "I don't care, only don't let me goback. " She shook in terror, and crouched down to the floor. 

"Never!" said Miss Parrott firmly. All the blood in her body seemed to bein her wrinkled face, and her eyes shone, as had those of her father, theold judge, when befriending some poor unfortunate. "You shall never goback, child; don't be afraid. "

But Rachel still shivered. There were the broken bits of china and glass onthe floor back of her, and the minister and his wife must be told of theawful accident; and what they would do with her, why, of course, no onecould tell. 

The thin, wrinkled fingers on which blazed many rings, that had been hermother's before her, were tremblingly smoothing Rachel's neatly braidedhair. And as if she thought what was passing beneath them, Miss Parrottbroke out quickly:

"I shall never speak of it--of the breaking of those articles, child; so noone will know it but ourselves. "

"Never tell?" gasped Rachel, lifting her head, in astonishment and scarcelybelieving her ears. 

"Of course not, " declared Miss Parrott, in scorn. "So do not be afraid anylonger, but get up and dry your eyes. " For at this announcement, Rachel'stears had gushed out, and she sobbed as if her heart would break. 

For answer Rachel flew to her feet, and without any warning and astonishingherself equally with the recipient, she threw her arms around MissParrott's thin neck, in among all the ancient laces with which shedelighted to adorn it, and hugged it convulsively. 

Taken unawares, Miss Parrott could utter no word, and Rachel clung to herand sobbed. But the old ears had heard what hadn't been sounded in them formany a long day, and forgotten were wasted heirlooms and broken treasures. 

"I love you!" Rachel had said, hugging her tumultuously. 

XXIII

THE OLD PARROTT HOMESTEAD

"Come, child. " Miss Parrott drew herself out of Rachel's clinging arms. 

What should she do now to divert this little girl from her terror anddistress? She was sorely put to it for the answer. She gathered up thenervous hands in one of her own, and led the way out into the wide hall, hung with ancestral portraits. "I am going to take you to my own room, " shesaid suddenly. 

Rachel didn't know the wonderful condescension of this plan for heramusement, but she clung to the long, thin fingers, and presently she wasseated on a cricket covered with tambour work, and watching Miss Parrott'smovements about the spacious apartment. 

"Move your cricket over here, child. " Miss Parrott was unlocking whatlooked to Rachel's eyes like a big cupboard that stood out from the wall. It had little panes of glass all criss-crossed with strips of white woodacross its face, and a set of drawers beneath. And as Rachel obedientlycarried the cricket over and set it down where Miss Parrott indicated, herchief attention was still upon this curious cupboard, and what Miss Parrottwas doing in it, for the door now stood open. 

Rachel leaned forward on her cricket and rested her hands on her knees. Onthe shelves was such an array of articles, that to the child's gaze, nothing stood out distinctly as an object to lavish one's sole attentionupon. But Miss Parrott made early choice, and lifting out a big doll fromone of the lower shelves, she laid it in Rachel's lap. 

"I used to play with it, " she said softly. 

Rachel looked down upon the doll in her lap. It was long and hard andangular as to body, and its face was a dull white, except some patches ofpink on the outer edge of the cheeks, showing the rest of the coloring tohave been worn away. Its eyes were staring up into Rachel's in such anexpressionless, unpleasant manner that she involuntarily turned away herown. 

"Her name is Priscilla, " said Miss Parrott, looking down at Rachel, whichcalled her to herself and the necessity of attention to these efforts toamuse her. 

"Yes'm, " said Rachel. 

"Now I don't suppose you know how much I loved this doll, " said MissParrott, turning her back on the cupboard, to draw up a chair oppositeRachel and seat herself upon it, "but I used to take her to bed with menights. "

"Did you?" said Rachel, beginning to finger the doll with sudden interest. 

"Yes, and I made her clothes and talked to her, and sometimes I called her'Sister, '" said Miss Parrott, quite gone in remembrance. 

"Oh!" said Rachel. 

"You see, she was all I had. I was the youngest, and my real sister wasmarried and away, and my brothers were men when I was a little girl. "

"Oh!" said Rachel again. 

"And so I had to make believe that Priscilla was alive, " said Miss Parrott, her eyes glowing with remembrance of her childhood, brought so singularlynear on this morning; "I really had to Rachel. "

"I've got a child, " said Rachel, growing suddenly communicative, andlooking up from the old doll to watch the effect of her announcement. 

"Have you, dear?" responded Miss Parrott, quite pleased at the bright face, from which the last tear had been wiped away. 

"Yes, my Phronsie gave her to me, and she sleeps with me, " said Rachel, ingreat satisfaction. 

"I suppose she is very much like Priscilla, " observed Miss Parrott. 

"Oh, no, she isn't, " declared Rachel promptly, turning her mind again tothe ancient doll; "my child is pretty and she shuts her eyes. She isn't abit like yours. "

"Well, Priscilla was always pretty to me, " said Miss Parrott, astonishedthat she felt so little the slight to her child. "Well, now, Rachel, wewill put the doll aside. You may lay it on the bed and then come backhere. "

Rachel got off from her cricket and went over to the other side of theapartment. 

"My, what a funny bed!" she exclaimed, using her eyes to their utmost tosee as much of the canopy, with its tester of blue and white chintz, thefour posts beneath, and the counterpane executed in honeycomb pattern. 

Miss Parrott, exploring her cupboard to get out something else with whichto entertain Rachel, did not hear her; so she slowly returned, walkingbackward to observe as much of this queer article of furniture as the timeallowed. In this way she fell over the cricket. 

"Dear me!" exclaimed Miss Parrott, pulling her head out of the cupboard, "did you hurt yourself, child?"

"No'm, " said Rachel, getting up with a very red face, and exceedinglyashamed. "I don't believe I broke it. " She set the cricket up in its properposition and anxiously examined it all over. 

"Oh, no, " said Miss Parrott reassuringly, "the cricket is not harmed. Seehere, Rachel"--she held in her hand a long string of little irregularthings that dangled as she turned toward her--"I am going to put these onyour neck. Now stand still, child. " And suiting the action to the words, something snapped with a little click under Rachel's chin. 

Rachel looked down quickly at the queer little odd-shaped red things, hanging over her breast. 

"I used to wear them when I was a little girl, very much smaller than you, "said Miss Parrott, her head on one side and falling back to see the effect. 

"What are they?" asked Rachel, not daring to lay a finger on them, andholding her breath at the idea of being within the magnificent circle ofMiss Parrott's early adornments. 

"Red coral beads, " said Miss Parrott, smiling at the nice contrast betweenthe necklace and the dark little face above. "Now, child, you are going towear them whenever you come to visit me and as long as you stay. And thatmeans they will not come off till to-morrow, for you are to sleep hereto-night. "

"I haven't any nightgown, " said Rachel, who by this time liked to stay wellenough, but seeing here an insuperable objection. 

"That's easily managed, " said Miss Parrott, quickly; "I shall send a noteto the parsonage, saying you will stay, and----"

At the mention of "note" Rachel suddenly collapsed, and a look of terrorspread over her face. 

"Oh, I forgot, " she cried. 

"Why, what is the matter, child?" demanded Miss Parrott, in great concern. 

"I must go and get it, " said Rachel wildly, and, dashing blindly off, sheleft Miss Parrott standing in front of her ancestral cupboard holding herchildish treasures, to rush over the long and winding back stairs. At theirend she found herself hopelessly entangled in an array of back passages andlittle old-fashioned apartments, from which, run as she would, she couldnever seem to find the right exit. 

Her progress was noted with indignation and contempt by as many of the oldretainers in the Parrott service as could be gathered at short notice, andtheir calls to her to leave the premises, accompanied by sundry shakings ofa long crash towel in the hands of the cook, only impeded Rachel's hope ofsuccess. 

"I don't know the way out, " she cried at last, finding herself in a bigcloset whose door, being open, she fondly trusted would allow her passageout into the free air. 

"Well, 'tisn't here, " said an angry voice, and the brandishing of a big, iron spoon made Rachel beat a hasty retreat, this time into the back hall. Miss Parrott was just descending the stairs, her stiff, black silk skirtheld high, before she set foot in the servants' quarters. 

"Child, child, " she said in reproach, "what _is_ the matter?"

"Oh, I've lost the note--I mean, I forgot it. " Rachel flew to her andwailed it all out. 

"She's crying, that bad girl is, all over Mistress's front breadth, "announced Joanna, the parlor maid, through the little window of thebutler's pantry. 

"La me!" ejaculated the cook, raising her hands and the crash towel, "tothink of our mistress so demeaning herself!"

"What note?" cried Miss Parrott, in great bewilderment. "Rachel, stopcrying at once and speak plainly. What note do you mean?"

"The one Mrs. Henderson gave me, " cried Rachel; "I must go and get it, butI don't know the way out. "

"To give to me? Did Mrs. Henderson tell you to give it to me?" asked MissParrott, beginning to see light. 

"Yes'm. Oh, please let me out, " begged Rachel; "I left it in the carriage. "

"Ah--well, then, we'll go out this way. " And there, turning to the left, was the passage down which Rachel had plunged twice before, and at its end, a small green door, that, when opened, led out through an arbor overrunwith creepers, to a short cut to the stables. 

"Now, then!" Miss Parrott gathered up the train of her black silk gown andput it over her arm; then in full view of the latticed window of thekitchen and scullery department, she sallied forth across the greensward tothe stables beyond, Rachel's brown hand tucked in her own. 

"Laws a me!" It was the scullery maid who screamed this out. "She's got onMiss Parrott's coral beads. "

"You're a ninny!" cried the cook, turning on her in disdain; "go back toyour pots and kettles, Ann. Whatever would she have to do with theMistress's beads? It's some old string you see around her neck. "

"It tell you it's Miss Parrott's red beads!" declared Ann stoutly. Shemight be sent back to her work among the pots and kettles, but she wouldstick fast to her tale. "I seen 'em when I went up to Miss Parrott's roomwith the bellows I'd cleaned this very morning, through the little windersto her cupboard, an' I'd know 'em anywhere. "

The cook stamped her foot, shaking the crash towel which she stillretained, and Ann withdrew to those inner precincts that were consideredher department. 

Meanwhile, Miss Parrott was talking to Simmons, who, touching his hatrespectfully when he saw her approach, now came up to await her commands. 

"Have the goodness to open the brougham door, Simmons, " said Miss Parrott, going through the carriage house to the corner where that ancient vehiclewas stored. 

Simmons obeyed wonderingly, with an eye askance at Rachel, by the otherside of Miss Parrott, eagerly pressing forward. 

"Now jump in, " said Miss Parrott, but this command was not needed, forRachel was already within the family coach and prowling around on the oldgreen leather cushion and over the floor with both nervous hands. 

"It isn't--oh, yes, it is!" and up she came, red and shining, to hold out asmall, white envelope. 

Miss Parrott leaned against the brougham, and broke the seal. Rachel, herwhole heart in one glad thrill of joy, made little sign except to heave adeep sigh of relief that the note had been found. Simmons, seeing no excusefor lingering further, went back to one of the carriages to go through theform of inspecting its exterior, while he still kept an eye employed in thedirection of his mistress. 

"Dear Miss Parrott" (so the note ran), "I really do not think it is wise toask Rachel to remain over night. I will explain later. Another time, perhaps she may do so. Yours respectfully, Almira Henderson. "

"Dear me!" exclaimed Miss Parrott to herself, and, folding up the littlenote into many creases, she stood lost in thought. "Well, I suppose I mustyield to the parson's wife, for she has some good reason. But the childshall stay next time. "

Rachel, whose spirits had risen, since it was quite positive that the notewas not lost, now seized Miss Parrott's hand and hopped and skipped by herside across the green grass on their return to the mansion. Simmons cameout of his retirement, his chamois skin with which he had been ostensiblypolishing up a carriage, still in his hand, to stand in the doorway towatch them. 

"Well, I _am_ surprised, " he declared, quite slowly and impressively, as befitted a serving-man to an old genteel family. 

"Oh, let's go in there, " cried Rachel, catching sight of the tallhollyhocks behind a wicket gate and pulling at the long, slender fingers. 

Miss Parrott hesitated. 

"Well, just one peep, " she said, "for it is near to luncheon time, " and shepulled out the watch from her belt. But to Rachel "a peep" meant all theworld, so she dropped the fingers and raced through the gateway, to getthere first and thus make it last as long as possible. 

"Oh, oh!" she cried, her little dark face aflame with delight, "it's themost beautiful place. " Then she began to run up and down all the narrowpaths marking the circles and hearts and diamonds in which theold-fashioned garden was laid out, and sniffing the fragrance as she ran. 

Miss Parrott seated herself on a stone seat by the fountain in the center. Her delight was quite equal to Rachel's, and the thin, wrinkled faceassumed a more peaceful expression than it had carried for many a day, sothat when Hooper came to summon her to luncheon, he was fairly taken abackat its unwonted cheer. 

"Rachel!" Miss Parrott's voice had a pleasant ring to it. Rachel camedancing along a little curving path, the red coral beads flying up and downon her breast, her cheeks nearly as red. "Oh, it's perfectly beautifulhere, " she cried. 

"Do you like it?" Miss Parrott's thin cheek glowed, too. It carried herback to the day when she as a child had been skipping in that old garden, and her heart gave a throb at the thought that there were perhaps in storefor her many delights yet, through Rachel's enjoyment of the old-fashionedflowers and shrubs. 

"But come, child, " she brought herself up suddenly to say, with a littlelaugh; "Hooper has summoned us to luncheon, and we must obey. "

"Do you have to obey a servant?" asked Rachel, coming out of her dance tofall into step by her side, and looking up with wide-open eyes. 

"Always, " said Miss Parrott most positively, "else they won't obey me, if Idon't. It's system that makes everything comfortable, Rachel. "

As Rachel knew nothing whatever about system, she followed silently, hersmall head full of the beautiful garden in which she had been rioting, andwhich--oh, joy!--Miss Parrott promised she should visit again, when theluncheon was over. And seated at the polished mahogany table, she was solost in thought that Miss Parrott, in state at the other end, was obligedto speak to her twice before she looked up. 

"Finish your soup, child, " said Miss Parrott. 

Rachel hadn't even begun it, and she now seized the first thing upon whichher hand rested, a heavy silver fork. Hooper, back of his mistress's chair, darted forward to put the right implement before her. But Rachel gave him awithering glance that stopped him half-way. "You don't need to come. I'vegot it"; and she held up her spoon triumphantly, and ever after, allthrough the meal, she seemed to view his necessary advances as so manyaffronts, intended to show up her lack of manners, and she exercised allher wits to keep him at bay. So that the old butler was glad when the mealwas over. 

But long before that time arrived, Rachel had leaned back in her tall, carved chair, letting her knife and fork rest on her plate, while shefeasted her eyes over the table, what it held, and then around the wholeapartment. 

"There's some of the same flowers like the ones in the garden, " she said, bringing her gaze back to point to the old-fashioned silver vase and itsnodding clusters in the center of the table. "What are they?"

"Those are larkspur, " said Miss Parrott, craning her neck to see around thehigh silver service from which she poured her tea. 

"And what's the other, this side?" Rachel bobbed over on her chair, tillHooper involuntarily closed his eyes, expecting she would go entirely offfrom her chair, and he didn't want to see it, it would be so disgraceful ata Parrott table. 

"That?" Miss Parrott, too, leaned over on her chair. "Oh--why, that's aragged robin, Rachel. "

"_Ragged robin!_" repeated Rachel, hopping off from her chair. "Oh, Iwant to see it, " and she ran around the table-end, and leaned over to get abetter view. "'Tisn't a bit ragged, " she cried, very much disappointed, "and besides, he isn't there. "

"Oh, Rachel!" exclaimed Miss Parrott, in dismay. "You must not do so; wenever leave our chairs when we are at the dining-table. "

Rachel, thus admonished, scuttled back to her seat, while Hooper groanedand pretended not to see anything. But she kept her black eyes fastened onthe ragged robins. "There isn't any bird there, " she said. 

"What, child?"

"You said there was a robin in those flowers, " said Rachel again, using herlittle brown fingers to designate the vase and its contents, "and that hewas ragged, and there isn't any. "

"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Miss Parrott; then she laughed. "The flowers arecalled ragged robins, Rachel, " she said. 

"Oh!" said Rachel; then she laughed, too, a merry little peal, that justbubbled over because she was happy. 

"Now eat your luncheon, " said Miss Parrott. "Hooper, you may give her somemore milk. "

"I don't want any more milk, " said Rachel, waving him off with quite anair. "I've got lots and lots"--peering into her cup. She took up her knifeand fork again, but, looking over them, found so many things to call formore attention than they seemed to be worthy of, that she soon laid themdown again upon her plate. 

"Where did you used to sit when you was a little girl?" she asked suddenly, when she had been reflecting a bit. 

"I? Oh, I sat at the side of the table, " said Miss Parrott, starting, asshe was thus hastily summoned down into her past. 

"Then can't I sit there now?" cried Rachel, flying out of her chair again. "Say, can't I? Do let me. " She ran clear around the table and hung overMiss Parrott's chair. 

Hooper groaned again and looked steadfastly out of the opposite window. 

"My child, " exclaimed Miss Parrott; her tone was very grave, but she puther long arm around Rachel and drew her closely to her, "remember what Isaid: you must not leave your chair during a meal. "

"I forgot, " Rachel flew back again, not waiting for her request to begranted, and sat down meekly in her place. 

"And you must eat something, " continued Miss Parrott, glancing at thelittle girl's plate, and with dreadful qualms at her old heart for havingbeen severe. "If you don't, Rachel, Mrs. Henderson won't let you come hereagain. "

The solemn butler folded and unfolded his hands, while his face expressedthe belief that such a calamity could possibly be borne. 

"And if you didn't come, Rachel"--Miss Parrott took up her cup of tea, andset it down again untouched--"I should feel very sorry; I should indeed, "she added, with a little catch in her throat. 

"So should I, " said Rachel abruptly; then she picked up her knife and forkand began to eat as fast as she could. 

"Oh, my dear!" cried Miss Parrott, quite horrified, "not so fast! Praydon't, Rachel"--looking down the table-length in distress. 

Rachel by this time was alive to the disgrace she was undergoing, and sheturned quite pale, and deserting her food altogether, sat stiff andstraight on her chair, too miserable to care for anything. Miss Parrottbore this for a breathing-space, and then without a warning she slipped offfrom her chair and went quickly down to the end of the table. 

"I'm not blaming you, you poor little thing, " she declared, bending overthe dark hair; "don't think so, Rachel. "

Rachel turned with a swift movement and hid her face in the laces fallingfrom Miss Parrott's breast. 

"I want to go home to Mrs. Henderson's, " she sobbed. 

"We don't care for any more luncheon, Hooper, " said Miss Parrott hoarsely, taking Rachel's hand, "We will go into the other room, " and she led her offsobbing. 

When Rachel reached Hooper, however, standing petrified with surprise, shelooked up at him defiantly and brushed the tears from her cheek. 

And after they had passed out, Hooper still stood in a daze. At last hecame out of it, and, ejaculating, "Well, I never did!" he began to clearthe table. 

Once outside, Miss Parrott turned suddenly. 

"We'll go back to the garden, " she said. 

This pleased Rachel very much, and she forgot her distress andmortification, and actually smiled up into the old face. 

"Your hand's shaking, " she announced, turning her gaze to the long, slenderfingers covering her own little brown palm. 

"Is it?" said Miss Parrott absently. 

"Yes, it shakes dreadfully, " said Rachel, with a critical air. "Look!"--pointing down at it. 

"Oh, that is nothing, " began Miss Parrott; then she stopped suddenly andput both hands on the thin little shoulders. "Oh, child, " she saidbrokenly, "I did so hope you'd like me, for I've nothing in this world tolive for, Rachel, and now you want to go back to the parsonage. "

"Oh, I don't want to go back--I do love you!" cried Rachel, in great alarm, and she raised her little brown hands and actually smoothed the long, wrinkled face between them. "Don't look so. You look dreadful, " shepleaded. 

For at the touch of those childish hands over her face, Miss Parrott brokeutterly down, all her aristocratic traditions falling away in a second oftime, to reveal her lonely, hopeless life. And she sobbed in a way veryhard for any onlooker to hear. To Rachel, powerless to stop her, it seemedthe most terrible thing in all this world, and she burst out in her misery:

"I'll stay here forever if you'll stop. "

That word "forever" did what nothing else could have achieved. It broughtMiss Parrott to herself. Then it was Rachel who led her about theold-fashioned garden, and chattered about the flowers, unmindful whether orno she was answered, until presently Miss Parrott was quite recovered, andeven smiling in a well-pleased way. At last she pulled out her ancientwatch from her belt. 

"Now, Rachel, " she said, "you must go back to the parsonage this afternoon, for Mrs. Henderson expects you. "

"I'll stay if you want me to, " said Rachel, moving closer to Miss Parrott'sside. 

"No, dear--not to-day, because it wouldn't be right; the parson and hiswife only loaned you to me for to-day, but----"

"What's 'loaned'?" interrupted Rachel abruptly, and wrinkling her forehead. 

"Why, they only let me have you just for today, " said Miss Parrott. 

"Oh. "

"And so you must go back, but I shall come for you again, " and Miss Parrottturned a hungry glance down upon the dark little face at her side. 

"I'll come, " said Rachel, with a sociable nod. 

"And, Rachel"--Miss Parrott drew her closer to her side--"you may keep thecoral beads, dear. That shows you are really coming back to me to stay. "

"For ever and always?" cried Rachel, patting the necklace lovingly with onehand. "Can I keep 'em just forever? Say, can I?"

"Yes, child"--Miss Parrott's old face smiled in delight at thecompact--"they are yours to keep all your life. And now, " she addedbrightly, "I want you to come into the drawing-room, and----"

"What's 'drawing-room'?" demanded Rachel, who felt it was much better forall concerned in a conversation to understand things as they went along. 

"Why, that is the parlor, " answered Miss Parrott. 

"Oh. "

"I want to hear you sing, Rachel, " cried Miss Parrott longingly. "I canhardly wait, come. " She hurried the child along with hasty steps, Rachelskipping by her side. 

"I'll sing, " she said, "all you want me to. I know lots and lots ofthings"--until the grand piano in the long, dim drawing-room, not openedfor many years, was reached. Then she spun down the middle of theapartment. "I'm going to dance first, " she announced, picking out the skirtof her gown on either side. "My, but ain't it dark, here, though!"

XXIV

RACHEL'S FUTURE

When the old brougham drew up in front of the colonial door, Miss Parrottlet her hands fall away from the time-stained piano-keys. 

"It can't surely be time for you to go, Rachel. "

Then she did a thing she could not remember doing in all her life, shedeliberately went on with her employment, allowing Simmons to wait on hiscarriage box, while she broke up the system of years that always made herpunctual to a minute. 

"You may sing that over again, Rachel, " she said, beginning on the strainsof the opera that Rachel had gathered from the barrel-organ on the streetcorners. 

"Then may I dance again?" begged Rachel. "Please--just once before I go. "

"Yes, " said Miss Parrott, sitting very straight, and giving all thegraceful little quirks to the slender fingers which her music-master, longsince dead and buried, had taught her. "Now begin, child. "

So up and down, high and clear, rang Rachel's voice, with no more effortthan the birds outside put forth, the sound penetrating the ancient walls, and paralyzing every domestic, while it nearly made Simmons, outside, fallfrom his box. 

"She hain't touched that pianner in ten years, " said the cook, in a hushedvoice. "Oh, me! I'm afraid she's going to die, " and she flung her apronover her head. 

"Die!" exclaimed Hooper, finding his voice. "She won't die with that youngone here, " he added, in scorn. 

"Now may I dance?" pleaded Rachel, plucking Miss Parrott's sleeve. "Do letme; you said I might. "

"Yes, " said Miss Parrott, wrenching herself away from the operatic strains, to begin on a little old-fashioned jig. 

"Oh, that's so funny, " giggled Rachel, hopping aimlessly in the center ofthe big drawing-room and trying to keep time. "Do stop; you put me allout. "

"But that is a dancing-tune, " said Miss Parrott, jingling away, "and sisterand I used to dance quite prettily to it, I remember. "

"Well, I can't, " said Rachel, hopping wildly, and doing her best to getinto step. "Oh, dear!" she brought up suddenly, flushed and panting. 

"What is the matter, Rachel?" Miss Parrott let her hands rest on the yellowivory keys and looked over her shoulder at her. 

"Oh, I can't dance, " said Rachel, "when you play so funnily. It doesn't golike that; it goes so. " She picked up her gown again, and made a sweep offin one direction, and then in another, her feet scarcely touching thepictured roses and lilies with which the velvet carpet was strewn, all thewhile singing a tune that seemed to carry her off on its own melody. MissParrott turned around on the music-stool, and watched her breathlessly. 

It was therefore much later than the parsonage people expected when the oldbrougham set Rachel down at their gate, and she walked into the house, supported on either side by Peletiah and Ezekiel, who had been watchingthere a full hour for her arrival. 

"I like her, " she said, marching up to the minister's wife. "She gave methese"--putting her hand on the red coral beads on her neck--"and I'mgoing back again--to-morrow, I guess. "

But it wasn't to stay, that Rachel went back on the morrow; it was only fora day. Despite all the pleadings made by Miss Parrott, and all the desireof the parson and his wife to please their honored parishioner, and most ofall, the earnest wish to consent to what would probably be for the child'sbest good, they held firmly to the first statement, that nothing could bearranged till Mrs. Fisher and Mr. King had been consulted. 

"They have sent the child here to us, and here she must stay until theymake some other arrangement, " they said firmly, and no amount of urgingcould make them say anything else. 

So letters had to fly back and forth from the parsonage and the King estatein the big city, and Miss Parrott wrote long letters in a pinched, lady-like hand in very faint ink, crossing the paper whenever she wasafraid she hadn't said enough to plead her cause successfully. Whichcondition of mind she was in perpetually, all through these writing days. These letters old Mr. King endeavored to read at the first, but he soonthrew them down impatiently. 

"The child shall never go to a woman who has no more sense, " he loudlydeclared. 

Then Polly or Jasper would hurry in and wade through the missives. And whenhe saw the hungry longing of the desolate soul, and the sweet refinement ofthe writer came out, and the sterling honesty was revealed in the primsentences, he relented and went tumultuously over to the other side. 

"Yes, yes, she shall go, " he declared, pulling out his big handkerchief toblow his nose violently, to remove all suspicion that anything was thematter with his eyes; "'twould be the best thing in the world for her. Ofcourse she must go. "

And so it was finally settled that Rachel was to live at Miss Parrott's andbe her own little girl, going down to the parsonage every day to learn herlessons under Mr. Henderson's care, until the time when she would be readyto be sent to such a school as Miss Parrott might select should arrive. 

"And she must come and see me sometimes, " said Phronsie when theannouncement was made in the King household. "My little girl may come, can't she, Grandpapa?" she begged. 

"Yes, yes, child, " said old Mr. King warmly; "we all shall want to seeRachel now and then. "

The Comfort committee being well-established and in fine running order bythis time, Mrs. Sterling gathering them around her sofa, in her spacioussitting-room upstairs, Polly and Alexia saw no reason why they shouldn'tbegin work on the Cooking Club, "because, " said Polly, "if we are reallygoing to learn how to cook things, why, we ought to begin. " And the mothersof the several boys and girls who were to form it, taking instantly to theidea, the two girls and Jasper set to work to write the notices of thefirst meeting. 

"We ought to have another boy, " said Jasper, "on the Committee. "

Alexia wrinkled up her face. "Oh, don't; boys are so tiresome, " she said. 

"Why, I am a boy, " said Jasper, bursting into a laugh. 

"Oh, well, you are different, " said Alexia; "we always expect you around. "

"Thank you, " said Jasper, with a low bow; "I'm sure I ought to feel verymuch complimented, Alexia, " and he laughed again, "Well, I'm sure boys are such nuisances, " said Alexia, leaning her longarms on the table (they were in the library at Mr. King's), "and besidesthey won't want to come to our Cooking Club, I verily believe, so what'sthe use of having them on the Committee?"

"Oh, yes, they will, " declared Jasper eagerly; "you don't know anythingabout it, if you say that. Why, Clare, and Pickering, and ever so many moreare just wild to be asked. "

"Oh, well, then if we've got to have some boy on the Committee, " saidAlexia, accepting the situation, "let's ask Pickering Dodge. "

"I'd rather have Pick, " said Jasper in a tone of great satisfaction; andPolly saying the same thing, it was decided then and there. 

"Well, now that matter is off our hands, " said Alexia, "let's get towriting these old notices, " and her hands began to bustle about among thelittle pile of paper and envelopes. 

"Hold on, " said Jasper; "if Pick is to be on this committee, he must helpus with these things; and he'll want to, for it will be great fun. "

"O bother!" exclaimed Alexia, jerking back her chair, "now we've got towait. You see for yourself what a nuisance it is to try to get you boys in, Jasper. "

"Oh, I'll get Pick over here in a jiffy, " declared Jasper, plunging out ofthe library; "you won't have to wait long for us, Alexia. "

It wasn't more than ten minutes by the clock, when in rushed the two boysand swarmed around the big table. 

"Well, I declare, " cried Alexia, looking up admiringly from a receipt bookwhich Mrs. Fisher had loaned them, and over which the heads of the twogirls were bent, "if you boys haven't been quick, though!"

"Haven't we?" cried Jasper, and his eyes twinkled. 

"Don't tell, " whispered Pickering over his shoulder. 

"And what are you two whispering about?" cried Alexia, deserting thecook-book: "Now, tell us, " she demanded, dreadfully afraid she would misssome news. 

"Well, you see--" began Jasper. 

"Hush--hush!" said Pickering. 

"Now don't pay any attention to Pickering, " said Alexia, turning a coldshoulder to the last-mentioned individual; "do tell us, Jasper, what isit?"

"The fact is, " said Jasper, laughing, "I didn't have to go for Pickering atall; that is, only to the corner. He was coming here. "

"And Jasper nearly knocked the breath out of me, " finished Pickering, "hebolted into me so. "

"Well, you were on the wrong side of the pavement, " retorted Jasper. 

"Is that all?" cried Alexia, horribly disappointed to get no news. "Oh, dear me! Well, do sit down, now you have come, and let us get to thesehorrible old notices. "

So the boys drew up their chairs, and Polly pushed the cook-book, with anaffectionate little pat, into the center of the table. "That's what we aregoing to study, " she said gleefully. 

"Study?" echoed Pickering, with a very long face. "I didn't come over hereto study; I get enough of that at school, " and he glared in a very injuredway at Jasper. 

"Don't get upset, " said Jasper, patting him on the back; "you'll like this, Pick, I tell you. "

"And it's a cook-book, " said Polly, laughing merrily. 

"All right, " said Pickering, immensely relieved, and reaching out his longarm, he seized it, and whirled the leaves. "'Lemon pie'--that sounds good. 'How to cook cabbage'--oh, dear me!"

"See here now"--Jasper seized the book and shut it up with a bang--"no oneis going to look into that, until we write these notices. Why, we haven'teven got a Cooking Club yet. "

"Give it back, " roared Pickering after him, as Jasper hopped out of hischair, carrying the book. 

"No, sir, " cried Jasper, bearing off the book out of the room. "There, you'll never find that, " he observed, coming back to slip into his seatwith satisfaction. 

"Well, now, " said Alexia sweetly, "if you two boys are through scrapping, we'll begin on these notices. " She picked an envelope off from the pile. "Oh, dear me! who is the first one to ask?"

"I think Larry ought to have it, " said Polly. 

"Oh, Polly Pepper!" exclaimed Alexia, "Larry can't come for ever so long, with his collar bone all smashed and his leg hurt. The very idea!"

Polly gave a little shiver, "Well, he would like to be asked, " she said. 

"And I think so, too, " declared Jasper; "a chap would enjoy it twice asmuch to get an invitation when he was abed and couldn't come. "

"Well, that's nice to say, " cried Alexia, bursting into a loud laugh, inwhich Pickering joined. 

"You've done it now, " he said, clapping Jasper on the back. "I'm glad ofit, old chap, after the way you acted about that old cook-book. "

"So I have, " said Jasper grimly. Then he laughed as hard as the others. "Well, you know what I mean, and we ought to give Larry the firstattention. "

"I'm going to write the notice to him, " declared Alexia, dipping her pen inthe ink-well and beginning with a flourish. But she threw it down beforeshe had finished his first name. "Polly, you ought to write the firstnotice, " she cried; "you proposed the Club. "

"That's no matter, " said Polly, "so long as we are going to have the Club. Go ahead, Alexia. "

"No, I'm not going to, " said Alexia obstinately, and leaning back in herchair; "you've just got to do it, Polly, so there!"

"There'll be no peace, Polly, for any of us until you do, " said Pickering, thrusting his hands lazily into his pockets. 

"And I think people would do better to go to work and help, " said Alexiadecidedly, "than to set other people against--oh, dear me!" as she foundherself hopelessly entangled. 

"You would do better to get yourself out of that sentence, Alexia, " laughedJasper, "before you do anything else. "

"Well, I don't care, " said Alexia, joining in the general laugh; "it's toomean for anything, Pickering, to say I fight, when everybody knows I sufferjust everything before I say a word. "

"Oh, dear me!" cried Pickering faintly. 

"And when you two stop sparring, " said Jasper, "perhaps we can do somework. Come now, Polly and I don't propose to do the whole. "

Alexia, at this, scrabbled up another envelope, and began to write as fastas she could. And Pickering selecting a pen and getting down to business, the room began to assume a very work-like aspect. 

"Now that's done, " said Alexia, tossing aside the envelope. "I've addressednotice number two. "

"Whose is it?" asked Pickering, glancing up from his own to the scrawlingcharacters where the envelope lay face uppermost on the table. "Who isnumber two, Alexia?"

"You mustn't see, " cried Alexia, twitching it away; "you go on and addressyour own, Pickering, and let mine alone. "

"Well, I've seen already, " said Pickering coolly. "It would be impossiblenot to read your writing a mile off, Alexia. "

"Well, that's much better than to write such mean, lazy little words thatnobody can make them out, " she retorted. 

"Oh, clear! we haven't a pattern of the notice made yet, " said Polly, leaning back in her chair, after the labor of getting the first envelopeaddressed; and she pushed up the little brown rings of hair from her brow, for Polly didn't like very well to write, and it always took her some timeto achieve anything in that line. "Jasper, you draw up one, do, " shebegged. 

"Oh, dear me!" cried Jasper, aghast, "I can't, Polly; you can do it muchbetter. "

"Misery me!" exclaimed Polly, "I couldn't do it in all this world, " and shelooked so distressed that Jasper hastened to say:

"Come along then, Pick, and help me out, and I'll try. "

But Picketing protesting that he didn't know any more how to write such anotice than Prince lying on the rug before the fire, Jasper in despair drewup a sheet of paper, and wrote in big staring letters and with a greatflourish, clear across the top of the page:

"ATTENTION. "

"Goodness me!" cried Pickering, his pale eyes following Jasper's pen, "itlooks like a fire-alarm summons. "

"Or just like Miss Salisbury when she's going to say something quite uglyand horrid, " said Alexia, with a grimace. 

"Oh, Alexia!" said Polly. 

"Well, it does, " said Alexia; "you know for yourself, Polly, she alwaysstands up quite stiff on the platform and says, 'Attention, young ladies!'Oh, I quite hate the word, because we all have to look at her. "

"Well, it does good service then, " said Jasper coolly, "since it makes youdo the very thing wanted. "

"And we wouldn't mind looking at her, " said Alexia, running on with herreminiscences, "if she didn't make us do every single thing she says. "

"That's too bad, " said Jasper, with a laugh, and flourishing away on thesecond line of the notice. 

"You needn't laugh, " said Alexia grimly; "I guess you wouldn't if you hadour Miss Salisbury at your school, Jasper King. "

"Is she any worse than our Mr. Fraser?" said Jasper. "I wonder. I tell youwhat, Alexia, he keeps us boys at it! Doesn't he, Pick?"

"Well, I rather guess, " said Picketing concisely, but his look toldvolumes. 

"Oh, you boys have an easy enough time, " said Alexia, with a sniff, "andyou are always grumbling about how hard it is, while I don't say a word, but just bear things. "

"I'm so sorry for poor Miss Salisbury, " observed Pickering, lazily watchingJasper's efforts. 

"Well, you needn't be, " retorted Alexia; "she's very fond of me, MissSalisbury is, and I don't in the least know what she'd do if I left herschool. But I never shall go away, for I just dote on her. "

"It looks like it, " said Pickering, with a laugh. 

"Well, I do, " declared Alexia; "she's my very sweetest friend, except PollyPepper, so there!"

"Oh, dear me! I don't know what next to say, " cried Jasper, holding off thenotice at arm's length, and scowling at it dreadfully. 

"You ought to see your face, Jasper, " cried Alexia. "Dear me! it'spositively awful. "

"Well, it's not half as bad as I feel, " said Jasper, "with this terribleold notice weighing me down. "

"'Attention', " drawled Pickering, reading the two lines. "'You arerequested to appear--'"

"Hold on!" cried Jasper, turning over the notice. "Who told you to read itout, pray tell?"

"I'm on the Committee, I'd have you know, " said Pickering coolly. 

"Well, we'll pitch you out, " said Jasper, "neck and heels, if you don'ttake care. Well, but really this is awful work. " He whirled over the noticeagain, and glared at it savagely. 

"Why don't we just say, 'A Cooking Club is to be formed'?" proposed Polly, "and----"

"Oh, that will be elegant, " interrupted Alexia, clapping her hands. "Oh, Polly, you write it. "

"Oh, I couldn't, " said Polly, drawing back. 

"Yes, Polly. Do, " begged Jasper. 

"Oh, no, you write it, " said Polly. 

"Well, then, you tell me what to say, " said Jasper, laughing. 

"She did, " said Alexia impatiently. "A Cooking Club is to beformed'--didn't you hear her?"

"I have that, " said Jasper, scribbling away on a fresh piece of paper. "Nowwhat next?"

"Go on, Polly, " said Alexia. 

"Well--oh, 'Will you please come to the first meeting?'"

"'And see how you like it, '" finished Alexia; "that's just elegant--dowrite it down, Jasper. "

"You may be sure I will, " cried Jasper, vastly pleased that he was to behelped out, and finishing it all up with great energy. "Well, what else?"and he poised his pen in air and looked at Polly. 

"Why, isn't that enough?" said Polly, a little pucker beginning to come onher forehead. 

"I should think so, " said Pickering; "it tells all the story. "

"And they will come, you may be sure, " said Jasper, holding off the noticeagain, this time for everybody's inspection, "and that's the main thing. "

"And now we can all begin to write them, " said Alexia, in greatsatisfaction, seizing her pen, which she had dropped. "Do put it in themiddle of the table, Jasper, where we can all see. "

"Wait till I write a good one, " said Jasper, beginning on a fresh sheet ofpaper. "I was hurrying so to get it all down; you can hardly read it. " Sohe wrote it out in his best hand, then propped the notice up against thebook-rack. "Now begin, " he said. 

"Let's race, " cried Alexia, already scrawling the first words at a greatrate. 

"Oh, dear me! we shan't do it decently then, " said Polly, in alarm. "Imean, I shan't, if we race. "

"Nor I, either, " said Jasper. 

"Well, I'm not going to race, anyway, " declared Pickering, making slow, lazy strokes with his pen; "it's quite bad enough to have to write theseodious things, without breaking one's neck over them. "

"Well, don't let's talk, " said Alexia, seeing that she couldn't have anypart in the conversation since all her mind had to go into her task. "Oh, dear me! I left out the dot to my 'i, ' and misery! there's a blot! It wasall because I was listening to you, Pickering Dodge. "

"Well, we'll all be as still as mice now, " said Polly; so no sound washeard save the scratching of pens over the paper, as the work went gaylyon. 

"Oh, isn't it too bad that we can't any of us find that ten-dollar billJoel lost at the garden party?" broke out Alexia, when this sort of thinghad proceeded for some time. 

"Ugh!" cried Polly, and her pen slipped, making an awful scratch and justspoiling the best notice she had written. 

Jasper raised his head and cast a warning glance over the table at Alexia, but it was too late. 

"I do believe we shall find it some time, " said Polly, scraping away withthe ink-eraser and only making matters worse. 

"Take care, Polly; the ink is too fresh, " warned Jasper. "Wait until itdries. "

"Well, I've smeared it all up now, " said Polly, leaning back in her chairand viewing her work with despair. 

"Perhaps it can be fixed, " said Alexia, overwhelmed with distress andleaning forward to see the worst. "I 'most know it can; let me try, Polly. "

"No, no, Alexia, I wouldn't, " said Jasper; "it's quite bad enough already. "

"Well, maybe I can do it, " persisted Alexia, "if I could only try. "

"You may try, " said Polly, pushing the paper toward her, when she sawAlexia's face, "but it's no matter anyway, I'll write another. " And she hadalready begun it when Alexia threw down the ink-eraser. 

"It's no sort of use, " she said, "and I've made a shocking hole in thepaper. Oh, dear me!" and she looked so utterly miserable that Polly's browcleared and she began to laugh. 

"Dear me!" she said, "it isn't a bit of matter, and see, I've ever so muchdone already on this. And I do believe we shall find that ten-dollar notesometime. I do verily believe so, Alexia. "

"So do I, " cried Jasper heartily. 

Pickering said nothing; he didn't really believe the ten-dollar bill wouldever be found, having helped Jasper to ransack so many possible andimpossible places, but he wasn't going to say so, and thus add to thegeneral gloom. 

"And I think it was awfully nice of Joel to do that dreadful work over Mr. King's old books, and earn the money, " said Alexia. 

Polly looked up with a smile. "Wasn't it?" she cried radiantly. 

"And Father says Joe does the lists so well, " said Jasper heartily; "hesticks at it every day like a leech, and there can't anything get him offto play till the hour is over. "

"Well, I don't see how he can, " said Alexia, drawing a long breath. "Dearme, it would just tire me to death. Why, Polly Pepper!" Alexia threw clownher pen and stared at her. "When is the first meeting to be?"

"Why, you know, " said Polly, writing away, laboriously; "next Wednesdayevening, of course. "

"Well, we don't say so, " said Alexia. "How in the world are they to know?"

The other members of the Committee stopped work immediately and glancedruefully at the little pile of notices accumulating in the middle of thetable. 

"We can never write those all over, " began Polly tragically. 

Pickering put out a long hand and picked out from the pile the one he hadwritten. 

"I shall just write, 'Wednesday evening, July 21st, ' down in one corner, "he said. 

"Oh, goody!" exclaimed Alexia, her face brightening; "I shall do mineso"--pulling out her scrawls from the heap of notices. 

"But we don't tell where the meeting is to be, " said Jasper after they hadall fallen to work again. 

At this second fright no one seemed to be able to speak. It was Alexia whofirst found her voice. 

"Why not put it in the other corner?" she said. 

"And that just balances, " said Jasper, holding one of his notices up whenthe two additions had been made, "so it really looks better than ever. "

"But we mustn't make any more blunders, " observed Pickering wisely, "for wehaven't any extra corners to go to now. "

"Oh, we aren't going to make any, " declared Alexia, "and we will soon bethrough, thank goodness!"--as the pens set up lively work once more. 

"I hope so. " Polly gave a long sigh. "Oh, dear me! it wouldn't be one-halfso hard to do cooking for the Club, as to write a single one of thesethings. "

XXV

JACK PARISH

"Grandpapa!" Joel came in with a shout, rushed around the room two or threetimes, and finally came up to the big writing-table, quite blown. 

"Dear me!" exclaimed old Mr. King, laying down his pen, "have you reallygot through, Joe?"

"Grandpapa, " said Joel, his black eyes shining, and bobbing over his headto get a good look into the old gentleman's face, "she's asked him, shereally has!"

"Who?" asked Mr. King, very much puzzled. 

"Mrs. Sterling, " said Joel, in a tone of the greatest satisfaction. Then hebegan to dance again, snapping his brown fingers to keep time. 

"When you come out of that war dance, Joel, " said old Mr. King, leaningback in his big chair to laugh at him, "perhaps you'll have the goodness totell me whom you are talking about all this time. "

Joel stopped his mad career and ran up to the old gentleman's side. 

"Why Jack Parish--I thought you knew, Grandpapa, " he added reproachfully. 

"I suppose I might have known if I'd stopped to consider that you've talkedyour Parish boy every day since the little affair on the pond, " said Mr. King, still laughing. "Well, and so Mrs. Sterling has invited your friend, Joel, to some festivity, I suppose, eh?"

"Yes, " said Joel, "she has"--his satisfaction returning--"it's a supper ather house, to-morrow night, Grandpapa. " He leaned over to bring his browncheek close to the one under the white hair. "Just think of that!"

"Whew!" ejaculated the old gentleman, "and she hasn't had company for tenyears!"

"Well, she's going to have us, every single one in the Comfort committee, "declared Joel decidedly, "and she asked Jack, most particularly; she did, Grandpapa--she really did. May I go down and tell him now? May I, Grandpapa?" he cried eagerly. 

"Why, if your mother says so, I suppose--" began Mr. King. 

"She says I may go, if you think best, " cried Joel, hanging to the arms ofthe big chair and having hard work to curb his impatience. "Oh, Grandpapa, please hurry and say yes. "

Instead of complying with this demand, the old gentleman leaned back in hischair and steadily gazed into space while he revolved something in hismind. At last, when Joel thought he couldn't brook the delay anotherminute, Mr. King whirled suddenly around in his chair. 

"I tell you what it is, Joel, you and I will go down to see your friendourselves. "

"Oh, Grandpapa!" Joel gave a leap, and seized Mr. King's arm with bothhands. "Right away now?" he cried, with sparkling eyes. 

"Right away now, " declared old Mr. King, getting out of his chair; "thatis, as soon as we can make ourselves presentable for our walk. Goodness me, Joe, what a whirlwind you are!"--bursting into another laugh. 

Joel didn't care what he was called so long as he was really going to seeJack Parish and carry him the wonderful invitation, and all the way down tothe little grocer's on Common Street he just bubbled over with happiness, till everybody who passed the two felt a glow at the heart at the merrycomrades: and many were the backward glances cast at the old, white-hairedgentleman of stately mien, with a chubby-faced boy of the jolliestappearance hanging to his hand. 

"Well, well, well, and so here we are. " Old Mr. King looked up curiously atthe little sign above the door--"Ichabod Parish, Grocer"--then down overthe shop windows overrunning with canned goods, and, to finish up, anoutside stall on which jostled and overcrowded each other every descriptionof vegetable in the market, from a cabbage down. A fat, red-faced man witha big apron that had been white earlier in the day, came out of the shopand stood by the stall. 

"Anything in our line to-day, sir?" he said. He had a little pad of paperin one hand and a pencil in the other. 

"Well, yes, " said old Mr. King, with a twinkle in his eye, for by this timehe perceived some lines along the fat cheeks that showed very plainly thehabit of smiles running up and down in them. "I've come for a boy, if youplease. "

"A boy?" said the fat, red-faced man, laughing, till the round cheeks wereall wrinkled up. "Well, now, I take it, you're joking, sir. "

"Oh, no, I'm not, " said old Mr. King very seriously, but the other man hadbeen just as observing in his way, and had seen the twinkle in the keeneyes. So now he laughed some more and waited patiently for the joke to beexplained. 

"I take it you have a boy named Jack, hereabout, " said Mr. King presently. 

All the wrinkles dropped suddenly out of the fat, red cheeks. "He hain'tdone nothin' wrong, Jack hain't?" gasped the man. 

"Oh, Grandpapa, tell him what we've come for, " cried Joel, twitching Mr. King's hand, and quite aghast to see the suffering in Jack's father. "Do, please, Grandpapa. "

Old Mr. King was rapidly exclaiming: "No, no; bless you, did you think I'dcome at you in such a way? Why, this boy here"--thrusting Joelforward--"has got an invitation for him. Now, then Joel, my boy, speak up, "

And Joel did speak up; and in a minute they were all there in the littleshop, and the fat grocer was bustling around to work a chair out frombehind the counter. But as the big store cat and several parcels were onit, it took a bit of time. Meanwhile, old Mr. King sat down upon a box ofsoap, while Joel hung over his shoulder. 

A woman came in with a jug to be filled with molasses, and a small girl fora box of matches. But the little grocer told them to wait, and after he hadplaced the chair and gotten Mr. King off from the soap-box and into it, hebustled to a door at the head of the shop. 

"Ma, " he cried, putting his head into the room to which it opened, "do youknow where Jack is?"

"He's upstairs, " said a voice, evidently "Ma's. "

"Well, tell him to come down, " said the fat grocer. 

"All right, Ichabod. "

"Jack's to home, " announced the grocer, coming back with the air ofimparting a piece of news, just as much as if every word had not beenheard. "Well, now, Mis. Jones, I'll fill your jug. " He took it from her andshe settled herself comfortably, during the slow process, to watch thestately, white-haired figure in the chair to her heart's content; herexample being followed by the small girl who had, of course, been obligedto wait for the box of matches. 

A pair of feet could be heard coming through the room just mentioned. 

"I don't know what your Pa wants you for, " said a woman's voice; "mostlikely for an errand. "

So Jack, free from his sling, for Doctor Fisher had found him surprisinglyquick at recovery, bolted through the doorway, and into the shop, andwithout a bit of warning brought up against old Mr. Horatio King and Joel. 

"Great Scott!" he cried, scared out of his usual shyness. 

"Yes, " said Joel, sociably bobbing his face into Jack's, "I've come to askyou to supper. Mrs. Sterling told me to, most particularly, you know. "

"Dear me, Joe!" exclaimed old Mr. King, "do give it to him more slowly";for Jack's head of light hair was wagging from one to the other of thevisitors in great distress. 

"I am, " said Joel; "awful slow, Grandpapa. "

"It doesn't look much like it, " said the old gentleman, bursting into alaugh. The fat grocer over at the molasses barrel, looked across anxiouslyat the group, and for once in his life wished Mrs. Jones, although one ofhis best customers, anywhere but in his shop. 

[Illustration: He stood in the middle of the little shop. ]

"Well, try again, Joel, " said Mr. King. So Joel began once more, and beforelong, Jack Parish understood fairly that Mrs. Sterling had actually invitedhim to supper on the following night with the Comfort committee, just as ifhe were not the son of Ichabod Parish, the little grocer on Common Street, but were one of the rich boys of Joel Pepper's set. 

"Pa, " he shouted (he wanted some one of his own family to help understandthis puzzle), "do come here. "

The fat grocer, hearing this cry, could stand it no longer trying to stampout his curiosity; so deserting the molasses barrel and forgetting to turnthe spigot, he bore off the jug. 

"There, Mis. Jones, there you are"--depositing it with a thump on thecounter, and waddled over to his son and the visitors. 

When he comprehended the matter, as after an infinite deal of pains he did, his astonishment knew no bounds. It absolutely struck him speechless, andthere he stood in the middle of the little shop, lost to the fact that hewas a small grocer on an obscure street. He was the father of Jack, hitherto obliged to go with boys of the neighborhood, not of specially nicefamilies, with manners and aims to match, now--oh, joy!--with a chance forsomething better, that might reach to unknown heights. He might even becomean alderman! The little grocer's breast heaved with delight, but even inthat blissful moment, his first thought was of his wife. 

"Won't your mother be proud, Jack!" he made out to utter. 

"Your molasses is all runnin' out, " proclaimed the small girl who waswaiting for the box of matches. 

And Jack springing to help his father, who bounded to the molasses barrel, old Mr. King and Joel took themselves off without any further embarrassmentto the little grocer, who surely never could in all this world express hisgratitude as he wanted to. 

"Be at my house to-morrow afternoon, and we'll go over together, " saidJoel, with longing glances at the center of bustle around the molassesbarrel. 

"Oh, Grandpapa, how I do wish I could have staid and helped clean up!" Joelburst out, as they left the shop. 

"Oh, my goodness, Joel!" exclaimed old Mr. King; "such a messy job! How canyou!"

"It would have been such fun, " mourned Joel, wishing he could have freeaccess to just such a small grocer's shop, and thinking that Jack was theluckiest fellow alive. 

"When I grow up, I'm going to have a shop like that, " he declared, aftermarching on in silence down the next block and surveying with favor all thesurroundings of the narrow street. 

"I thought you were going to sell tin, like your Mr. Biggs, of Badgertown, "said Mr. King mischievously. 

Joel hung his head. "I was, but I think a shop would be nicer after all;you can have everything in it, you know, Grandpapa. "

"Even molasses, " put in Mr. King. "Well, I wouldn't decide the matter justnow, Joel, my boy--which you will be when you are grown up. There's plentyof time yet ahead of you. "

Jack Parish, with his hair carefully oiled by his anxious mother, and hisvery best clothes on, a circumstance calculated to invest him with dreadand rob him of every bit of comfort to begin with, presented himself at Mr. King's mansion on the next afternoon. His countenance was long, and helooked so worried that Joel, rushing out to meet him, involuntarilyejaculated, "Oh, dear me!" in dismay. 

After regarding each other uncomfortably for a minute, in which Jack beganto wish himself, a thousand times, back in the little shop, Joel burst out, seizing his arm:

"Come up into my room--Dave's and mine, " and over the stairs they went. 

"Is this your room?" gasped Jack, forgetting his discomfort and staring allabout. 

"Yes, it is, " said Joel; "Dave's and mine. See my tennis racket, Jack. Isn't it prime!"--darting over to pull it out of a corner. 

"I should say it was, " declared Jack, fingering it lovingly as Joel thrustit into his hand with a, "Do you play?"

"A little, " said Jack. He did not think it necessary to add that he was thechampion player of the Common Street team on the dingy little open spacegiven up to goats and tenement-house children. 

"That's good!" exclaimed Joel, with shining eyes, and clapping him on theback; "we'll have a bout together sometime. And here are my boxing-gloves. "He seized them and struck an attitude. "Come on, Jack, " he cried in hugedelight. 

So Jack did come on, and when he emerged, why, there were the fencing foilsto try; and when this was all over, and both boys sat down, flushed andpanting, why, Jack's best Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes and his oiled hairdidn't look so badly, to Joel's way of thinking. 

David now ran in. 

"It's time to get ready to go to Mrs. Sterling's supper, " he said, with anod to Jack. 

"So it is, " cried Joel, beginning to run here and there for his other shoesand clothes. 

Jack turned away with a feeling that it wasn't good manners to be lookingon, and glanced out of the window. 

"Come over and look at our butterflies, " cried Joel, running over to acabinet against the wall, "they're just beauties. "

"Oh, have you collected butterflies?" cried Jack, whirling around, greatlyexcited. 

"Yes; Dave and I have, " said Joel, "we have lots and lots. "

It didn't take Jack long to be over in front of the cabinet, and pullingout its many drawers. So that he was lost to all the fuss of dressing thatJoel and David were undergoing, and it wasn't till he had been clapped onthe back most vigorously with a, "Wake up, old chap, " that he realized thatthe dreaded time had arrived when he must go out to his first company. Thena dreadful feeling came over him. 

"Oh, I can't go, " he declared, his face turning as red as a beet, and hestood still, perfectly miserable. 

"Why, Mrs. Sterling expects you, " began David!

Joel had no such gentle ways. 

"Come along, you, " he cried, hauling Jack away from the cabinet andhurrying him off downstairs. Then he began to chatter as hard as he could, saying the first things that came into his head, until the gray stonemansion was reached, and they were fast and safe within the door. 

Joel drew a long breath and began to mount the stairs. 

"Any boys here yet?" he asked, looking up at Gibson in the upper hall. 

"Yes, " said Gibson; "three boys have come. "

Joel didn't wait to ask who they were; he left David to bring Jack alongand raced in to speak to Mrs. Sterling and the members of the Comfortcommittee. 

"I am very glad to see you, Joel. " Mrs. Sterling beamed at him from hersofa, feeling quite sure of the success of the first company she had givento the boys, now that Joel Pepper had come. 

Joel gave her a bright little nod; then, remembering himself, he went overto her sofa and stuck out his little brown hand. 

"I'm glad I've come, " he said, bobbing at the same time in greatsatisfaction to the boys. 

"Where is your friend, Joel?" asked Mrs. Sterling, in disappointment. "Isurely thought you would bring him. "

Joel glanced around in dismay, then pranced out into the hall. A scufflingnoise struck upon his ear, and leaning over the banister, he saw David andJack apparently hanging on to each other and whirling around in the hallbelow. He was down over the stairs in a flash. 

"He says he must go home, " said David, still holding fast to the edge ofJack's jacket, and looking up with a very pink face. 

Jack looked thoroughly ashamed, but he still cast wild eyes at the bigfront door, as Joel considering whatever was to be done at all, should bedone quickly, launched him upstairs, and before he had a moment to breathefreely, pushed him into the beautiful sitting-room above with a, "Here heis. "

The room swam all around before Jack, as he went up to the sofa-edge, andMrs. Sterling's soft, white hand took his hot, nervous one. He didn't knowin the least what she said, or how she looked, as he couldn't raise hiseyes, but he remembered afterward that her voice was sweet and low, andthat somehow he wasn't so afraid after that, and then Joel dragged him intoa knot of boys, for by this time several were pouring into the room. And infive minutes Jack felt as if he had known them all for years, and he quiteforgot that this was the first time he had ever gone into company. 

When the bustle of the arrival was over, and every member of the Comfortcommittee was present, Mrs. Sterling said:

"Now I think, Gibson, the first thing we should do is to have supper. "

So Gibson went over and touched the electric button on the wall, and incame the butler and two maids bearing trays full--well, just crowded withall the good things a boy could desire to eat. And these having been placedon the big, mahogany table in the center of the room, usually filled withbooks and magazines, but which had been cleared for the purpose, each boywas invited to come up and be helped to whatever he wanted, an invitationthat wasn't long left unaccepted. 

Joel, in his fear that Jack would somehow be left out in the cold, bent allhis energies toward getting him something to eat. The consequence was, thathe forgot all about waiting on Mrs. Sterling, and, glancing around after hehad poked a plate of cold chicken and jelly into Jack's hand, he saw two orthree of the boys--Frick and even little Porter Knapp--vying with eachother to be the first to serve their hostess. 

"Ugh!" cried Joel, seizing the first thing on the table that caught hiseye. It proved to be the salt-cellar, and he rushed up and presented itwith a flourish. 

"Ho, ho!" exploded Frick, as the little knot of boys parted in the middle, "why we've only got her a napkin and a plate. "

Joel glanced down ruefully at the salt-cellar in his hand, and was going tobeat a retreat with it, quite crestfallen. 

"Thank you, Joel; I shall want it pretty soon, " said Mrs. Sterling, smilinginto his red face. "There, we'll put it on the table"--for Mrs. Gibson hadbeen busy drawing up a light stand to the side of the sofa--"and will youbring me some cold chicken?"

"Me?" cried Joel, perfectly radiant, but scarcely believing that he couldbe meant, after his awkwardness. 

"Yes, you, " said Mrs. Sterling, laughing; "so hurry, and get it, Joel. "

No need to tell him that. Joel sprang at the table again, bore off a plateof the desired delicacy, and a spoonful of currant jelly by its side, andflew back again. 

"Is that right?" he asked anxiously, with a dreadful feeling that he oughtto have asked her if she wanted brown or white meat. 

"How did you know I am very fond of white meat, Joel?" asked Mrs. Sterling. "And above all things I like the wing. "

"Do you?" cried Joel, in a transport. "Now what else?"

"Nothing now, and the next time, why, I must let Frick and some of theother boys help me, " said Mrs. Sterling, "so run back and get something toeat yourself, Joel. "

So Joel, with a mind to edge up to see how Jack was getting on, found tohis amazement that he was laughing and talking with the last boy with whomhe would have supposed it to be possible--Curtis Park!

"Dear me!" exclaimed Joel to himself, tumbling back instinctively when hesaw that he wasn't wanted, and he fell up against David. 

"I couldn't help it, " said Davie, who had been quite miserable since hisill success in getting Jack over the stairs after Joel. He was aimlesslycrumbling up a biscuit on his plate, and eating nothing. 

"Well, 'tisn't any matter, " said Joel, "and he's here now, and having agood time; just hear him laugh, " he added enviously. 

"Is that Jack laughing?" asked David incredulously, poking his head aroundthe intervening boys to see for himself. 

"Yes, it is, " said Joel, bobbing his head decidedly. 

"Oh, well, then, it's all right, " said David happily. So he ran off to fillhis plate and go over in the corner to eat its contents with a group ofboys of whom he was especially fond. 

Joel, left alone, was feeling very dismal, when suddenly he looked over, and caught Jack's eye. Curtis Park was saying something very jolly--Joelknew it was, for he caught scraps of it, and so did some of the other boyswho pushed up to hear the rest. But Jack Parish evidently didn't listen, for his eye had been anxiously roving around the room, and just at thatmoment, they rested on Joel, and they lighted up so unmistakably that Joelsprang forward, a light in his own. 

"Did you want me, Jack?"

"Yes, " said Jack, "I did. " The words were not much, but they seemed tosatisfy Joel. 

XXVI

MR. HAMILTON DYCE A TRUE FRIEND

And after every boy protested that he couldn't eat another bit, the butlerand the two maids packed up the trays and carried them down again. 

"Now, Comfort committee, " said Mrs. Sterling, "all draw up here. "

So the circle of chairs and crickets was made around the sofa, and the realbusiness of the evening began. It was in the very commencement of thingsJoel noticed that every one of the members seemed to take a fancy to Jack. 

Curtis Park leaned over from his chair. "I say, Frick, change places withme. " Frick was next to the visitor, Joel, of course, being on his otherside. 

"No, you don't, " said Frick, not over politely. 

"Oh, that's mean, " began Curtis, then he remembered where he was, and satback in his chair, biting his pencil. 

Frick straightened himself up with enjoyment

"You can take my pencil, " he said to Jack magnanimously; "we all brought'em, you know, she wanted us to. "

Joel caught the last of this. "Oh, dear me!" he exclaimed, in remorse, "Iforgot mine; and, Jack, I was going to bring one for you. "

"He can take mine, " said Frick, shoving a very stubby specimen into Jack'shand. 

"Mine's better, " said Curtis, reaching over a brand-new one, just sharpenedto a fine point; "take mine, Jack, you much better. "

Jack, not knowing how to refuse, took it. And the other boys, seeing CurtisPark come down from his high-flown notions enough to notice soconspicuously the new boy, all began to find ever so many things in himthat were worthy of, their attention. So, instead of Joel having to pushhim along, Jack became quite popular. The result was that Joel was left outin the cold. 

"Now, " said Mrs. Sterling brightly, after a little of this chat had beengoing on, and Gibson had shaken up her pillows, and raised her mistressinto a more comfortable position, "you all know, of course, that DoctorFisher reports Lawrence ready for a little amusement, if we send it to him, for no one is allowed yet to see him. "

"But we will be soon. Doctor Fisher told my father so yesterday, " piped outPorter Knapp, sliding to the edge of his chair. 

"I don't doubt it, " said Mrs. Sterling, smiling at him, "but until thatgood time does come, why we who belong to the Comfort committee ought toset to work on something that will cheer him up. And as I believe work ofthat kind always gets along better when ever so many club together at it, why, I thought I'd ask you all to meet here, and we'd see what could bedone this evening. Now what shall we do first?"

She looked all around the circle, but no one spoke. "Oh, dear me!" shesaid, and her face fell. 

"I'd rather write out conundrums than anything else, " said Curtis Park, seeing some answer was expected. 

"Good!" Mrs. Sterling beamed on him. "Does any other boy have something topropose?"

"Puzzles, " said Frick decidedly. "I'd a great deal rather have puzzles;conundrums are just horrid. "

"Two things to choose from, " and Mrs. Sterling laughed. Her spirits wererising now, and all the doubts she was beginning to feel overwhelming heras to the wisdom of inviting these boys in for the evening, fled at once. 

"I think puzzles are just as horrid as conundrums, " said Joel Pepper, beginning already to feel the prickles run up and down his legs, fromsitting still so long, and wishing for nothing so much as a good scamper;"they're both as horrid as they can be. "

"Oh, Joel!" exclaimed Mrs. Sterling, quite crestfallen. 

"Well, propose something yourself, then, Joe, " said his next neighbor, witha nudge. 

"Oh, I can't, " said Joel, quite horrified; "I don't know anything that wecan write down. "

Jack leaned over and whispered in his ear. 

"The very thing!" cried Joel, slapping his knee. And, "Tell it yourself, Jack, " in the next breath. 

"Oh, no, no, " protested Jack, shrinking as far back in his chair as hecould, and getting very red in the face. 

"I very much wish you would, Jack, " said Mrs. Sterling. And she looked athim in such a way, that Jack although he had wild thoughts of taking aflying leap out of his chair, and off to the small grocery shop, nevertheless stuck to it manfully and at last found his tongue. 

"We might cut out pictures that spell the names of books, " he said. 

"Capital!" said Mrs. Sterling. 

"Well, those are puzzles, " said Frick. 

"Well, not like the ones you meant, " said Joel, leaning back of Jack tobestow a punch. "Do be still, " he added furiously. 

"But mine would be puzzles, anyway, " declared Frick, unwilling to give upthe point. 

"Well, we'd much rather have these, anyway, " said Curtis Park, projectinghimself into as much of the circle as possible. "Who cares for your oldpuzzles, Frick?"

"Boys--boys, " said Mrs. Sterling gently. 

"Beg pardon, " said Curtis. "But we really do want these that Jack has justproposed, Mrs. Sterling. At least I do, and I'd give up conundrums to havethem; so please let us have these. "

"How is it, Frick?" asked Mrs. Sterling. "Do you give up your puzzles infavor of our making Jack's pictures?"

Frick wriggled in his chair; he wanted his puzzles dreadfully, and hecouldn't see, since he had proposed them first, why he shouldn't carry theday, but every boy was looking at him sharply, so he mumbled, "Yes. "

It was Jack who settled it happily after all. 

"Let's have one of his"--bobbing his head at Frick--"and a conundrum, " andhe looked over and smiled at Curtis, "then one of mine after that. Won'tthat do, ma'am?"

"Well, now, Jack, you've fixed it cleverly, " said Mrs. Sterling, muchrelieved. "Get your pencils all ready while Gibson goes into my bedroom andbrings out the pile of magazines, and we'll have such a lovely evening ofwork. You know you must each select pictures, and each write a puzzle, andeach give a conundrum; then they must be read aloud and we will choose thevery best ones to send. Now then "--as Gibson deposited her armful ofmagazines on the little stand, and laid several pairs of scissors on thetop of the pile--"let us all set about it. "

Then what a whirling of leaves and snipping of paper, because they alldecided they would begin on Jack's first. 

"Can't we have some mucilage?" asked Joel. 

"Yes, indeed, " said Mrs. Sterling. "Gibson, will you get----"

Boom, boom, clang, clang, clang! It was the fire-bell, loud and clear andstrong. Down went all the scissors, and a whole litter of papers to thefloor, and the magazines sprawled every way, as each boy sprang out of hischair. 

"Gibson, " said Mrs. Sterling faintly. 

"Now, you boys, " cried Gibson, hurrying in, her cap strings flying in herperturbation, "don't you know no better than to jump up like that?"

"Gibson--Gibson, " said Mrs. Sterling reprovingly, but she laid her hand onher heart. 

"It's a fire!" cried Joel, with very red cheeks, whirling around from thewindow where the mass of boys was pressed. 

"Well, is that any reason why you should act so and scare the mistress todeath?" said Gibson sharply. 

"We didn't scare her, " said Joel bluntly; "it was the fire. "

"Well, we must go, " declared little Porter Knapp, struggling out from theknot of boys, who, all bigger and stronger, were pinning him against thewindow most uncomfortably. 

"Oh, he mustn't, " Mrs. Sterling said, in alarm. 

"His father wouldn't like it at all; he was to stay here until he was sentfor. "

"It's a fire!" exclaimed Porter, kicking dreadfully, and his face gettingred, "and I _shall_ go!"

The other boys, just on the edge of saying the same thing, now stood quitestill. Every nerve was quivering to be off to the fire, which, from allappearances, must be a splendid one. The bells were clanging fast andfuriously, hoarse cries were heard, as if raised from hundreds of throats, and now, to add to the general melee, an engine dashed around the corner. They could hear the mad plunge of the horses, the shouts of the people; andthen off in the distance, yet approaching nearer each instant, was anotherand evidently a more powerful one, the horses at a mad gallop. It was toomuch for any boy to stand. 

"You see we _must_ go. " Curtis Park went over to the sofa, and saidthis hoarsely. "He's a baby"--pointing to Porter--"and he's got to stayhere, but we big boys must go. "

Mrs. Sterling looked up, and her face grew white. "But your fatherswouldn't wish you to go, I am quite sure, " she said. 

Curtis turned away his face, but his teeth were set. "I'm going, " he saidbriefly. 

Jack Parish's head spun, and he clenched his hands. Why had he come to thissick woman's house! If he were only out in the free, open air, he'd go in aflash. His father let him run to fires, and it wouldn't be many minutesbefore he'd be in the thick of it. He'd make a break and run!

But how white she looked as she laid her head on the pillow. Like it ornot, there he was in her house, an invited guest; and she'd been so kind tohim and sent him the first invitation he'd ever had. He opened his hardfists and closed them tighter than ever. Curtis Park was now at the head ofthe stairs. Having decided, he was bolting off. Little Porter Knapp wasengaged in kicking Gibson, who was detaining him by the end of his jacket, and screaming wrathfully and slapping her hands. The other boys, most ofthem making up their minds to follow Curtis, were watching proceedings. 

Jack strode off to Curtis. "See here, " he said, "we ought not to go, don'tyou know?"

Curtis turned on him in a towering passion. "You let me alone, you grocer'sboy, you! What business is it of yours?"

"I may be a grocer's boy, " said Jack, feeling himself wonder fully cool, asthe other's anger raged, "but I know something of good manners, p'raps, andwe're scaring that lady to death. "

Curtis Park was dreadfully proud of his manners, and he would have stoppedthere, but as it again occurred to him that this was the son of a grocerwho was setting up to be an authority, he cried angrily:

"You're a great one to teach me manners, " and he dashed down the stairs andwas out of the house. 

"I wish I'd stopped him, " said Jack to himself. "Hello, here's the wholemob"--as all the boys except Joel and David, and of course Porter, nowplunged out to do the same thing. "No, you don't. " He squared up in frontof the staircase. "Not one of you goes down there. "

They brought up with a gasp. At that instant a cheery voice in the hallbelow rang out:

"Hello, boys; I knew you were to be here tonight. Don't you want to comewith me to the fire?" It was Hamilton Dyce to whom the voice belonged. 

And in five minutes Hamilton Dyce set forth, with Mrs. Sterling's completeapproval; a string of boys in his wake, including little Porter, who wasparted from Gibson only on her hearing her mistress say, "Yes, indeed, hecan go; but do look out for him. "

Mr. Dyce nodded over to her couch. "Come on, you little rascal"--toPorter--"you stick close to me or--" he didn't finish the sentence. 

Gibson, pale, and shaking in every limb, but seeing no reason to regretthat she had hung on to little Porter's jacket, sank into a chair, andsimply looked at her mistress. 

"Nevertheless, " said Mrs. Sterling, with a long breath, and beginning tosmile, "I am very glad those boys were here to supper. "

If her mistress could smile, it wasn't so very black and dreadful afterall, and Gibson came enough out of her gloom to mutter, "But look at thisroom, " and she waved her hands in despair. 

"Oh, that's nothing, " said Mrs. Sterling cheerfully, and then she laughedoutright as she glanced around at the effects of the tumult. "Gibson, comehere a minute. "

The old serving-woman crept out of her chair, and went over to the sofa. 

"Do you know"--Mrs. Sterling took her arm and pulled her gently down to alevel with the face on the pillow, and her soft eyes twinkled--"it reallyseems good to see such a muss for once in my life: you do keep me soimmaculately fine, Gibson. "

"Oh, mistress!" breathed Gibson, aghast. 

"And to think I have had boys, actually young life here in this room. " Mrs. Sterling raised herself suddenly to rest on one elbow. 

"Mistress--mistress, " implored the alarmed Gibson, with restraining hands, "you'll hurt yourself. "

"No, I shan't, " protested Mrs. Sterling, her eyes beaming, and going onresolutely, "and just to think of boys being here!"--she looked around theroom with a sudden affection--"and liking it--for they did, Gibson, theysurely did, until the fire started. Oh, it is perfectly beautiful!"

"Well, do lie back, mistress, " begged Gibson, thumping up the pillowsinvitingly, "else those dreadful creatures will finish you entirely. "

"Don't say so, " cried Mrs. Sterling laughingly, "and I will be good, " andshe settled back comfortably into her accustomed place. "Yes, Gibson, Ihave my young folks now, the same as other people, " she added proudly. "Youneedn't try to fix up the room yet; you may finish the story you werereading to me last night, "

She had to turn her face on the pillow, for the smile would come, at thepicture of Gibson, the immaculate, sitting down calmly in the midst of theawful effects of the tumult that had so vexed her soul. 

She had her young people, there was no manner of doubt after that. Andthough the exit from their evening's excitement was not again made to theclang of the fire-bell, all the subsequent visits held fun and jollity, andquiet enjoyment, and everything else that was delightful, mixed uptogether. 

And the Comfort committee had so much pleasure out of the whole thing, thatone evening little Porter looked up from his laborious pasting, whereby ajoke from a funny paper was going down for the sick boy's amusement. 

"I wish some one else would get hurt, " he said abruptly, without stoppingto think. 

"Oh, you beggar!" It was Curtis Park who turned on him, though every boyhad glanced up in surprise. 

"We can't have such fun, " said Porter, waving his sticky hands in bothdirections, "unless they do, " and he twisted uncomfortably in his chair, ashe realized the effect of his words. 

"Well, we must think of somebody else to help with our Comfort committee, "said Mrs. Sterling from her sofa. "Don't worry, Porter, we won't letourselves die out for want of work. Boys--" She looked at them suddenly, and raised herself on her elbow, Gibson over in her watchful cornertrotting across in great apprehension. 

"Mistress--mistress, " she began. 

"There are ever so many young people who are hurt and sick and distressedand are taken right out of life. " She was gazing at them now with eyes thatwere large and dark and shining. 

"But we don't know them, " burst out Joel Pepper, for she seemed to expectsomebody to answer. 

"No, but they need you. "

"Mistress--mistress, " begged Gibson, hanging over her. 

"And if you do the work after Lawrence doesn't need it, and he is here withus, well and happy once more, I will see that some sick or unhappy boy getsit. "

Joel Pepper hopped out of his chair, upsetting the mucilage bottle, seeingwhich, Gibson left her mistress to reach the table in time to save adisaster. 

"Will you--will you?" he cried, running over to the sofa. "Will you giveour things, if we make them, to some poor sick boys who are hurt, Mrs. Sterling?"

"I surely will, Joel, " promised Mrs. Sterling, taking his two brown handsin her thin one. 

"Then I'm going to make things, " declared Joel, who never in his lifebefore had been willing to sit still and cut out and snip and paste andwrite, and he plunged back to his seat. "Oh!" he cried, in dismay, and hisface grew terribly red, "did I upset that?"--pointing to the mucilagebottle. 

"You surely did, " said Gibson tartly, and taking up the last of the stickymess with a wet towel, "and I suppose you'll do it again, or some of therest of you boys will. It don't make much difference which, " and she movedoff slowly. 

"Gibson--Gibson, " said Mrs. Sterling gently. 

"Oh, Gibson!" Joel flew after her and twitched her apron string. 

"What is it?" She turned on him with asperity. "I never will upset themucilage bottle again, I won't, Gibson, really. "

"See that you don't, " replied Gibson, moving off with small faith in suchpromises. 

And another promise had that very evening been made, just before the boyshad gathered in Mrs. Sterling's handsome sitting-room. 

Curtis Park had been through several spasms of distress over his attack onJack, when, whirling around from the friendly attitude he had chosen toassume, he had made a tirade on the grocer's son. Look at it whichever wayhe might, it didn't seem pleasant to view. And all the delight in the fireand the companionship of Mr. Dyce, of whom all the boys were exceedinglyfond, was suddenly blotted out. He went home that night, and crept intobed, a most disconsolate boy. 

"I was a beastly cad, " he fumed, kicking the covering down to the foot, androlling out with the vain attempt to find some diversion. But that beingimpossible, he tumbled in again, with his unhappy thoughts. 

And all through the following days, go whichever way he might, there wasthe fact to stare him in the face, that he, Curtis Park, who had hithertoprided himself upon his fine manners, had dropped from his height, toblackguard a boy, who, despite the fact of having been born the son of alittle grocer on Common Street, had yet shown himself capable of theheight. 

"It's no use to deny it. I've been a bully and a cad, " he groaned, andwiped the perspiration from his face. "What can I do!"

There was only one way, and he knew it, just as well at first as after allthe fencing with himself that ensued the next few days. And at last on thisvery evening, he stopped fighting the idea, and marched up to what itsuggested, like a man. 

"See here, will you, though I shouldn't think you'd want to speak to me. "It was a boy who said this to Jack standing on the step of the grocer'sfront door, next to the shop. 

"Hey?" said Jack, in a great bewilderment. Was that really Curtis Park, whose rap on the door had announced him?

"Oh, it's no use to deny, Jack, " said Curtis, speaking rapidly anddesperately, "that I've been a cad--a mean, low cad--to talk to you in thatway. It's done, and can't be helped now, only I want you to know what Ithink of it. "

Jack swallowed hard. He was going to put out his hand, but luckily thoughtin time, This is Curtis Park. 

"I don't wonder you won't shake hands with me, " said Curtis, who saw themovement. "I'm no end sorry; and perhaps sometime, Jack, why, you will. "

Jack's brown hand shot out so swiftly it nearly knocked the other boy fromthe doorstep. 

"It's all right, " he said heartily. 

"And you will never have another chance to call me a cad, I promise you, "declared Curtis, wringing it. "Come on now, Jack"--hooking him by thearm--"it's time to go to Mrs. Sterling's; this is the evening, you know. "

And the boys who had begun to think they had made a mistake in supposingthat Curtis Park had taken a fancy to Jack Parish, were pushed back intotheir first conviction by seeing them come into the meeting of the Comfortcommittee arm in arm. 

XXVII

A PIECE OF GOOD NEWS

Polly Pepper ran down the steps of Miss Taylor's house, and set off at alively pace on the pavement. Presently she came to an abrupt stop. "Oh, howcould I forget, Mamsie wouldn't like me to run in the street, " she thoughtremorsefully. And this took away some of the glad little thrills runningover her. 

When she got to Mrs. Cummings' very select boarding-house on the avenue, there was Miss Rhys at the window of her room, looking up from herembroidery. When she saw Polly Pepper, she smiled. 

"Oh, it's you, Polly; I'm glad to see you. "

"Is Alexia there?" called Polly, looking up, and feeling her lovely bit ofnews dancing within her again, so that she could hardly control herimpatience. "Do tell her to come out, please, Miss Rhys. "

"She isn't here. She went down-town. "

Miss Rhys laid her precious work in her lap, and put her face close to thewindow screen. "Her candy wasn't a success, and she's gone down for moreconfectioner's sugar. "

"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Polly, quite gone in distress over the failure ofthe candy, and feeling very helpless in the fact that there was no one totell her news to, for of course Alexia must be the first one to hear it. "Which way did she go, Miss Rhys?"--lifting a troubled face to the windowabove. 

"I don't know, " said Miss Rhys absently, her mind on her embroidery, andvery much wishing she could return to it. "She was going to your house, Iknow, for one thing, on her way down. "

"Oh, she couldn't have gone there, " cried Polly, "for I should have met heron the way. "

"So you would, " assented Alexia's aunt, wondering whether the bunch ofgrapes should be filled in solid, or worked with the mixed stitch that shehad seen in a shop. "Well, then, I think on her way back she was going tosee you, Polly. "

"Then, I am going to run down and meet her, " declared Polly, with a longbreath. "Was it Pennsey's where she was going for the sugar, MissRhys?"--pausing a moment. 

"Yes, " said Miss Rhys, turning back with a sigh of relief to her embroideryagain, while Polly hurried off, wishing that she was a boy, when it wouldbe quite proper for her to run through the streets. 

"Oh, if it were only Badgertown!" she sighed to herself, thinking of themany happy runs she had enjoyed down the lane to Grandma Bascom's cottage, or over across the fields to the parsonage. "Dear me!"--when a voice, "Polly Pepper, Pol--ly Pepper!" called after her. She looked back, andthere, with the window screen up, and her face thrust well forward, wasAlexia's aunt, loudly summoning her. 

When she saw that Polly heard, and had turned back, she beckoned smartlywith her long fingers, on which shone, as Alexia had once said, "all therings the Rhys family had ever owned, " drew in her head, and waited tillPolly came up under the window again. 

"Oh, Polly, it's just this--how fortunate you hadn't gotten far. I want youto tell Alexia to get me some more green floss at Miss Angell's. "

"Yes, Miss Rhys, " said Polly, with a dismayed remembrance just how far itwas to the little shop where the very latest patterns and materials forfancy work could be obtained, and the first supper of the Cooking Club tobe given to-night!

"And stay, Miss Angell may send me up some more patterns to choose from;that is, if she has had any new ones since I was there last week, and Ipresume that she has. "

Polly could only utter, "Yes, Miss Rhys, " so very faintly it could scarcelybe heard. Dear me! and it was three o'clock already, and all that candy tobe made over again!

She crept off on very dismal feet, till she reflected it wouldn't helpmatters any to lose heart, and so she set forward at a brisk pace again. Miss Rhys pushed down the window screen and set to work with a complacentsmile at the prospect of having her errand performed so nicely. 

"That's the good of having young people around, " she said; "it's soconvenient at times to get one's errands done. "

Polly went the whole length of North Street to the great establishment ofPennsey's, where the avenue people traded. But search as she might, up oneaisle and down another, there was no trace of Alexia; and inquiring of aclerk at the sugar department, if she had been there, he whipped his pencilout from behind his ear, and picked up his order pad before he stopped tothink. 

"She's just gone, " he said. "Yes, madam"--all attention to the nextcustomer. 

Polly hurried on rapid feet. It was half-past three by the big centralclock as she went down the main aisle--well, she must hurry home, forAlexia was probably on her way there, as Miss Rhys had said, when, "Dearme, Polly Pepper, wait!" struck her ear. 

She turned, and there before an opposite counter was Alexia, picking up herpackage of sugar and preparing to race after her. 

"I'm getting some more nuts, " she said; "my candy was perfectly horrid, andeverything was spoiled. "

"Yes, I know, " said Polly, coming up close to comfort as much as possible, for Alexia had a very long face on, and looked as if it would take a gooddeal to cheer her up. "How can I tell her about that dreadful green flossand those patterns?" said Polly over and over to herself. "I must wait tillwe get out on the street. "

But when the two girls were outside the shop, Polly carrying the bundle ofnuts tucked under her arm, it was just as bad, and she put it off until thecorner was reached down which they must turn to go to Miss Angell's. Andworst of all, they were hurrying on so fast the lovely bit of news must bepostponed, "How glad I am, Aunt didn't take it into her head to send me spinning offdown there!" observed Alexia, glancing down the long thoroughfare withanything but a pleasant expression on her long face. "I just hate that MissAngell's shop. Goodness me! we never could do it, with all this candy tomake, and get our Club supper to-night. "

Polly stopped short, and seized Alexia's arm. "Oh, don't feel badly!" shegasped, and then, thinking, "It's better to have the whole out at once, "she finished in one breath, "Your aunt wants some green floss, Alexia. "

"Well, she shan't have it, " declared Alexia, stopping short, too, andglaring at Polly over her bundle of sugar. "No, indeed!" and her pale eyesgrew very angry. "The very idea! she's always wanting green floss, everysingle minute. Come on, Polly Pepper. " She set her face straight ahead andmarched on. But not hearing Polly following, she looked over her shoulder, and then ran back. "Why don't you come on? I shan't get that old greenfloss"--all in one breath. 

"We can get there in a few minutes perhaps, " said Polly, "Alexia, do let ushurry, " and, turning down the corner, without so much as a glance backward, she went swiftly on, without trusting herself to look down the long street. 

"I shan't get that old green floss, " declared Alexia wrathfully, standingquite still on the corner, yet, as Polly kept steadily on, showing nointention of stopping, she pattered after. But she kept saying, every stepof the way, "I shan't get that old green floss, Polly, _wait!_"

But it was not until the door of Miss Angell's shop was reached that thetwo girls came together. 

"It's a hateful mean shame, " exploded Alexia, huddling up her bundle ofsugar passionately. "There, I've punched a hole with my thumb; see whatyou've made me do. "

Polly turned around in dismay, to see a little trail of fine sugar driftingfrom the package down over Alexia's gown. 

"Oh, dear me!" she exclaimed, in dismay. "I'll help you; stand still, Alexia, do; it's all running out. "

"Well, you made me, " cried Alexia, whirling around and wildly patting thebag in just the wrong places, so that the stream of sugar became now quitebig. 

"Do stand still, Alexia, " implored Polly; "here, I'll pinch it up, " She setdown her bundle of nuts on the top step, which a lady, not seeing, came outof the shop, and promptly fell over. 

"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Polly, in terror, and running down the steps. "Didyou hurt you? Oh, I'm so sorry!"--clasping her hands and looking thepicture of distress. Then she saw it was Mrs. Patterson, a friend of AuntieWhitney's. 

"No, " said the lady tartly, getting up to her feet to draw a long breathand gaze up and down the street. "Why, Polly Pepper!"--bringing her gazeupon the flushed face. 

"Are you sure you are not hurt, Mrs. Patterson?" Polly looked at heranxiously. Oh, dear me! how could she be so careless!

"Not a bit of it, " declared that lady, "but, oh, Polly, do you suppose anyone saw me?" and she gazed ruefully up and down the street again. 

"I don't believe any one did, " said Polly, peering this way and that. 

"Polly, do come; this sugar is all running away, " cried Alexia loudly. 

"And do let me brush your gown, " implored Polly, feeling as if everythingwere going wrong this afternoon. 

"Never mind, I'm going directly home, here is the carriage, " said Mrs. Patterson, as her handsome equipage drew up. "Don't you worry a bit, PollyPepper; I'm not in the least hurt, " and off she drove. 

"Polly, will you come?" called Alexia, dancing about impatiently on the topstep, and clutching the bag of sugar with nervous ringers that didn't helpmatters any. "Oh, dear me, do look!"--pointing tragically to the littlepile of sweetness at her feet. 

"Oh, I do hope she wasn't hurt, " cried Polly, stumbling up over the steps, how, she didn't know. 

"Oh, that tiresome Mrs. Patterson! Well, it will do her good to tumble downonce in a while, " said Alexia unsympathetically, "she's so stiff andmighty; and I should think you might pay some attention to me, " she cried, in a loud, injured tone; "I'm all in a mess with this sugar, and I haven'tgot any candy, and you made me come clear down to this old shop, and----"

"Well, do come in, " cried Polly, interrupting her stream of complaint, and, picking up the bag of nuts before any one else could tumble over it, shehurried Alexia into the little shop. 

"And I'm glad enough to get where I can lay this old thing down, " declaredAlexia, dumping the bag of sugar upon the first resting-place she saw, anaesthetic little lounge, covered with elaborately embroidered pieces. "Oh, me! my arms are almost broken, " and she stretched them restfully, "andbeside, the sugar is 'most all run out. "

"Oh, Alexia!" cried Polly, quite aghast, as she saw where Alexia haddeposited the sugar, just as the proprietor of the shop hurried up withdismay written all over her countenance. 

"Oh, my beautiful centerpieces!" she exclaimed, raising both hands indismay, "I am sure they are quite, quite ruined. "

"It's nothing but sugar, " grumbled Alexia, as she huddled up her bundleagain. 

"And I'll brush it all off, " said Polly anxiously, bestowing little patsover the various specimens of fancy work. "See, Miss Angell, I don'tbelieve it's hurt, " she said, lifting her flushed face. 

"Well, I don't wish them, " declared two ladies together, coming back fromthe small table Where they had gone to examine more work. 

"They are quite mussed and tumbled now, " added one, "and not at all what wewant. Come, Sister, " and she walked to the door, viewing with disfavorAlexia and her bundle, and Polly Pepper as well. 

Miss Angell's face dropped to such a length that Polly couldn't bear tolook at it. 

"Oh, please don't go, " cried Polly, flying after the irate customer; "Idon't really believe the pretty things are hurt. Do just come back and see, please. "

The other lady was standing irresolutely by the lounge, but she wouldn'teven look at the centerpieces that Miss Angell was smoothing out with adespairing hand, preparing to put them into their boxes again. 

"It was clean sugar, " Polly ran on, feeling quite sure if she stoppedtalking, that all hope was lost. 

"But they are mussed, " began the lady by the door, very decidedly. 

Alexia was huddling up her bundle quite gone in despair, and lost to allthe distress of having no candy to take to the Cooking Club supper. Ifthose two ladies would only buy the centerpieces they had selected, it wasall she hoped for in this world. 

"No, indeed! Come, Sister!" and she opened the door. "Why, Mrs. Alexander!"

Mrs. Alexander, a portly person, with a great deal of black jet and lace, that seemed to be always catching in the apparel of those who passed her, worked her way into the small shop, and up past the knot of people, givingfriendly nods of recognition on her way. 

"How d'ye do, Miss Ellicott, Miss Juliana. How are you, Polly? And, Alexia, how is your aunt?" And without waiting for a reply, she sprang, if such aponderous body could be said to spring, at the box of centerpieces MissAngell was packing away. "Oh, oh! how beautiful! Stop"--laying her largehand on one. "Just what I want. How much is it?"

"Fifteen dollars, " said Miss Angell, whipping it neatly out of the box, herdismal frown becoming an expansive smile. "Yes, it is a beauty--one of thevery latest things, " and she spread it forth on the lounge with anexperienced little nourish. 

Miss Ellicott deserted the door and hurried over to the lounge. "I'll--I'll"--as she tried to work herself in between. But the portly Mrs. Alexander had no idea of being interrupted at such an important crisis inlife when centerpieces were to be decided upon, so she loudly kept on inher bargaining. "I'll take it, " she said, in her most decided fashion. "Andthe next one, too, I fancy; let me see that. "

"But that is, " gasped Miss Juliana, "threading her way into the group, " thevery one that I liked. "

"Eh?" said Mrs. Alexander, looking up with the acute eyes of abargain-hunter. "Oh, I don't wonder you like it; it's a beauty. Yes, I'lltake it also. How much did you say it was, Miss Angell?"

Miss Angell, who hadn't said, saw no reason why she shouldn't now make itany price that appealed to her better judgment. 

"Twenty dollars, " she answered, clapping on a cool third of its price, andMrs. Alexander, who cared very little what she paid for it, beamed at her, and said:

"Put them in a box and send it out to my carriage; they are the handsomestthings I've seen for a long time, and so wonderfully cheap! You are quiteright; they are beauties. "

"If you'd done as I wanted you to, " cried Miss Juliana, the tears ofvexation gathering in her eyes, as she saw the now incomparable bits offancy work borne off before their very faces, "you wouldn't have stoppedfor such a trifle as a few crumbs of sugar, Sister. "

Miss Ellicott's face was very red, but she knew better than to show thechagrin she felt, to add to the delight of the purchaser over her bargain, so she contented herself with saying, as she stalked to the door:

"You said you didn't want them, Juliana, the same as I did. "

"But I wasn't so set about it, " said Miss Juliana, with a regretful glanceat the box, now gayly tied up by the jubilant Miss Angell and deliveredinto the hands of the little errand-girl to be given to the Alexanderfootman, "and I'm sure if you hadn't insisted, I should have seen that theyweren't hurt. "

"Well, do come on now, Juliana, " said her sister sharply, in all theanguish of having the whole blame deposited upon her person. "Since thethings are gone, what is the use of talking about the matter?"--as theydisappeared out of the shop. 

Polly and Alexia, therefore, had to wait for all this confusion andexcitement to clear away, before the green floss could be bought and themessage from Miss Rhys as to the patterns could be given. Meanwhile, Pollywas tying up the package of sugar, and patting the shrunken paper bag intoshape over the hole. 

"You tell your aunt, " said Miss Angell, her cheeks quite flushed withelation over her good bargain, "that I haven't any more patterns come insince she was here. Yes, Mrs. Alexander"--to that lady, with her head overa drawer, deep in a hunt for more bargains-"there are some exquisitedesigns among those. There's the floss"--bunching it up hurriedly into awad, and speaking all in one breath. "Would you mind, Miss Alexia, doingthis up yourself?"--pointing to the white tissue paper on the table. 

Alexia, who didn't mind anything so long as she could get out of the shop, twisted up the floss into a wad of the paper. 

"Do hurry, Polly, " she cried, and scampered out to the street, Pollyfollowing with her bag of nuts. 

"Oh, dear! I've forgotten that tiresome old bundle of sugar after all, " shecried, prancing back. 

"I'll carry it, and you take the nuts, " said Polly, cramming her bundleinto the long arms and getting anxious fingers on the bag of sugar, asAlexia came running up with it. 

"I'm sure I wish you would. " said Alexia, seizing the nuts delightedly. "Ijust hate that old--Polly Pepper, it's four o'clock!"--as the church bellon St. Stephen's tower pealed out. 

So Polly didn't have a chance, after all, to tell her glad piece of news, until they were at the Club supper, which was to be given at Larry Keep'sto celebrate his getting well. 

"Oh, Alexia, " she was guilty of whispering, "it's the most splendid thing. "

"Isn't it!" cried Alexia, in the greatest satisfaction. "To think I got itdone after all our fright! And it's the best candy I ever made"--glancingover the room, where the dish was being passed about eagerly. 

"Yes, I know, " said Polly carelessly, "but this is much better than candy, Alexia, that I mean. "

"Much better than candy!" echoed Alexia, laying clown the slice of spongecake that Clem had made, on her plate, and peering around into Polly'sface. "What do you mean, Polly Pepper? There can't anything possibly bebetter than candy. "

"Yes, there can, " contradicted Polly, twisting in delight on her chair, "and you'll say so when you hear it. It's the most beautiful thing thatcould possibly have happened, Alexia Rhys. It's"--and just then the dooropened and in walked Miss Mary Taylor and Mr. Hamilton Dyce, and the firstglance that Alexia took of their faces, she guessed the whole thing. 

"Polly!" she gasped, seizing Polly's arm, "you don't mean that our MissMary is going to marry Mr. Dyce?"

"Yes, I do, " said Polly happily, "mean just that very thing, Alexia. "

"I don't believe it, " declared Alexia, while all the time she knew it wastrue by their radiant faces. 

"Well, it is true, as true can be, " said Polly, "for she told me" so thisvery afternoon at her house. "

"And you've known it all this time, " cried Alexia, for the first time Inher life in a passion at Polly, "and never told me at all!"

"Oh, Alexia, how could I?" cried Polly, in an aggrieved little voice; "forwe were in such a perfectly dreadful scrape over getting ready for thesupper! How could I, Alexia?" She turned such a miserable face that Alexiamade haste to say:

"You couldn't, you sweet thing, you!" and gave her a reassuring hug. 

"Well, just look at Mr. Dyce, and hear him laugh!"

And Mr. Hamilton Dyce being unable to keep his delight within bounds, andseeming to think it incumbent upon himself to take the young people intohis confidence, just coolly announced it. And then there was no more payingattention to the cakes, and the little biscuits, the custards, and thewhipped cream; and even Alexia's nut candy went begging. 

And Miss Mary had to sit in the center of each group of boys and girls, afew minutes at a time, for the supper was passed around on trays, till Mr. Dyce said he wished he hadn't told the news until the feast was ended. Andafter that, when they all finished up the evening festivities with a dance, why, every one there, tried to get her for first partner. But it was Alexiawho swept them all one side. 

"She's my Sunday-school teacher, " she declared, "and I shall have herfirst. "

"Well, so she is our Sunday-school teacher, " cried half a dozen of thegirls at once, as they crowded up. 

"Well, she's my very dearest friend--that is, except Polly Pepper, " saidAlexia positively. "Come, Miss Mary"--hanging obstinately to her hand, onwhich shone a new ring with a big, bright gem in it. 

"Well, you said Miss Salisbury was, " Pickering Dodge, on the fringe of thecircle of girls, couldn't help saying. 

"Oh, well, I mean Miss Mary is my very dearest friend after that, " saidAlexia coolly, tossing him a saucy glance, as she bore off her belovedSunday-school teacher down the whole length of Mrs. Keep's drawing-roomfloor. 

XXVIII

THE LITTLE STONE CUPBOARD

Phronsie ran down the hall. 

"Oh, Mamsie!" she cried, hurrying into

Mrs. Fisher's room, "Grandpapa says she is coming--she really is!" Sheclasped her hands and stood quite still in front of her mother. 

"Who, dear?" asked Mrs. Fisher absently. She was standing over by thewindow, with one of Phronsie's pinafores in her hand and wondering if anymore were needed to carry her through the summer. 

"She really is, Mamsie, " said Phronsie, very much disappointed that hermother didn't seem to notice. Then her mouth drooped, and she gave a longsigh. 

Mrs. Fisher tore her mind off from the pinafores and looked down quickly. 

"Well, I declare, child;" and she took her in her arms. "Now, then!" Sheput the pinafore in a chair, and herself in another; then she drew Phronsieinto her lap. "Tell Mother all about it, " she said. 

"Yes, " said Phronsie, "I will"--snuggling in great satisfaction up againsther mother's neck: "you see, my little girl is really coming; Grandpapasaid so. "

"Oh, yes--Rachel. "

"Yes. " Phronsie bobbed her yellow head; then took it up from itsresting-place in her mother's neck, to peer up into the face above. "Andshe'll be my little girl all the time she is here, and I must get Clorindafixed this very minute, " she added, dreadfully excited. And, her news alltold, Phronsie clambered down from Mrs. Fisher's lap and scurried off. 

And in a few minutes everybody knew all over the house that the letter hadcome, in which the invitation for Rachel's visit had been accepted by MissParrott. Moreover, she was to arrive on the following day. 

"Whoopity-la!" sang Joel, who very much liked Rachel, for she was alwaysready to play anything that he proposed, and was a perfect adept inclimbing trees and inventing a circus out of small material; "now that'sjust prime! I wish she was coming to-day. "

Van and Percy, just as well pleased, ran hither and yon, very much excited. 

"What shall we do to show her we are glad she's coming?" asked Percy, whoseized every chance that offered itself to celebrate such events. 

"Why, she'll see it, " said Joel, pounding away lustily. He was mending histennis racket. "Whickets! I 'most split that"--holding it up ruefully. 

"Mrs. Fisher told you not to say that, " cried Van, who dearly loved tobring Joel up for correction. 

"Well, I didn't mean--" Joel whirled around on him, "And I guess you'd sayit if you'd 'most split your racket, so!"

"She told you not to, " repeated Van, knowing his power in holding to thatsimple statement. 

"Well, I didn't mean to, I tell you, " cried Joel loudly, and very red inthe face. 

"And she won't like it, " said Van, delighted to see the effect of hiswords. 

Joel's face worked, and he flung the broken racket across the room. It fellwith a crash; and he ran over to the bed, hopped into the middle of it, andburied his face in his brown hands, his shoulders in distress. 

"I didn't mean--go away, " he screamed, kicking as hard as he could. 

Van, terribly frightened at the storm he had raised, stood perfectly stillin the middle of the room. 

"There, now, I hope you're satisfied, " said Percy, from the other side. "See what you've done. I guess you'll catch it, Van Whitney, " he addedpleasantly. 

Van, not so much worried over what he would catch as terrified about Joel, ran over to his brother. 

"Oh, do stop him, " he implored, seizing Percy's hand. 

"I can't stop him, " said Percy; "you know yourself it's silly to ask methat. "

"I must, then, " cried Van, scurrying over to the foot of the bed. "Joel, dostop, " he begged frantically. 

"Go away!" screamed Joel, kicking lustily. "I didn't mean to say it. Oh, dear me! Mamsie--Mamsie!" he blubbered, rolling from side to side on theneat, white bed. 

"I guess he's going to have a fit, " said Percy cheerfully, coming up toview matters at a safe distance from the flying feet. 

At this, Van's distress knew no bounds, and, regardless of all possibledanger to himself, he ran around the bed and flung himself upon it, toburrow close to Joel's stubby black head. 

"Joe, don't, " he cried, bursting into tears and hugging him with bothfrantic arms. 

Joel wriggled and screamed, "Go away!" and kicked more than ever, but Vanheld on sturdily, and together the two boys rolled over and over across thebed, back and forth, till their breath gave out. 

"Oh, just look what you are doing, " exclaimed Percy, prancing up and downthe room. He had started two or three times to run out and call Mrs. Fisher; then thought better of it. "You've mussed the bedspread all up; andonly look at those shams!"--hanging over the footboard in extreme dismay. 

Hearing these last words, both boys rolled apart and thrust up their heads, to gaze at the details in question. There they were, spick and span asusual at the top, but the lower parts were all mussed and wrinkled, whilethe lace at one end hung down in a small tag. 

"Oh, dear me!" cried Joel, huddling up to Van, to throw his arm around hisneck, "just see what I've done!"

"Oh, you didn't do it; I did, " said Van, giving Joel an affectionatesqueeze. "It was all my fault. "

"No such thing, " declared Joel sturdily; "if you say so again, I'll fightyou. "

"And perhaps you can straighten that lace, " suggested Percy, with no relishfor any further hostilities. 

Van and Joel drew off to the foot of the bed, and huddled up there toregard his efforts, as he ran around to the pillows, patting and smoothingthem straight. 

"That won't do any good, " said Joel, in great disfavor; "you can't make thelace whole again. "

Van sorrowfully embraced his knees, his feet tucked up under him. 

"Oh, what will Jane say?" he breathed fearfully. 

"Jane? I don't care for her, " said Joel scornfully. "It's Mamsie, " and heswallowed hard. 

"Perhaps she won't care, " cried Van, leaving his knees to take care ofthemselves, in alarm lest Joel was going off again. 

"And just see how you've mussed up the bedspread, " Percy couldn't helpsaying, to relieve his chagrin over the failure to make the pillow shamslook nicely, and he drew off and pointed to it tragically. "It looks as ifcrocodiles had been all over it, " he declared, hunting for the worst thinghe could think of. 

Joel and Van rolled fearful eyes all over the bed. 

"I'm going to Mamsie!" was all Joel said, as he rolled over the edge anddisappeared from the room. 

"Oh, wait, " screamed Van. Then he rolled off his side of the bed, took twobig steps, and stood quite still in the middle of the floor. 

"You've got to go with him and help tell, " said Percy pleasantly, as ifproposing the most delightful thing. But Van didn't stir. 

"Aren't you ashamed!" cried Percy, with a sniff. "I'd like to know if Pollywill think it's nice for you to sneak out of it, Van Whitney. "

"Ow!" squealed Van. He shot out into the hall, and without giving himselftime to think, ran as hard as he could to join Joel in Mother Fisher'sroom. 

Left to himself, Percy set himself to work on straightening the bedspread, running around from one side to the other to pat and twitch impatiently. 

"As soon as I get one side nice, it all comes away from the other, " he saidto himself. "How in the world does Jane ever make a bed, I wonder?" And atlast he deserted it altogether and drew off with a very hot face. "Heigh-ho! I wish we could do something to celebrate when Rachel comes, "and he wrinkled his brows in perplexity. "Oh, I know, " and he clapped hishands in glee. Then he ran softly out and up to Ben's room. 

But Ben wasn't in; so Percy, nearly bursting with a plan that now seemed tohim very grand, was obliged to take some one else into his confidence. Andthat one happened to be old Mr. King, whom he met as he came downstairswith a very rueful countenance. 

"What's the matter, Percy?" asked the old gentleman, with a keen glance. 

"Nothing, Grandpapa, " said Percy dismally. 

"Goodness me! Do you carry about such a face as that for nothing?" criedthe old gentleman, with a laugh. "You look as if you'd something on yourmind, my boy. "

"Well, I have, Grandpapa, " said Percy, now driven into a corner, andlooking up at last. 

"Best have it out then, " said Grandpapa firmly, taking one of Percy'shands, and they went on to the writing-room. 

"There, now, here is just the place for a boy to get things that areunpleasant off his mind, I take it, " he said, closing the door on themboth. "Sit down and tell me what is troubling you, Percy. "

"Can't I stand up, Grandpapa?" asked Percy, over by the table. 

"To be sure, " laughed Grandpapa; "stand up or sit down, just as you choose. Only let us get at this bugaboo that is worrying you, my boy. Out with it. "

"It isn't a bugaboo, " said Percy, with open eyes; "it's a plan, Grandpapa. Only I can't find Ben, " and he began to be dismal once more. "Dear me!where can he be!"

"Oh, it's a plan, is it?" said Grandpapa, vastly relieved. "Well, well!"Then he began to laugh. "And so you wanted Ben to help you with it, eh?"

"Yes, Grandpapa, " said Percy, his happiness returning, and he deserted thetable and ran up to the old gentleman's side. "You see, Rachel is coming. "

"Yes, she is, " said old Mr. King, with a satisfied nod, "and you like it, Ihope, my boy. " He looked up with a keen glance. 

"Awfully, " said Percy, great satisfaction settling over his face. 

"Well, I think all of us like the plan, " remarked the old gentleman, inextreme complacency at achieving the visit, "for she's a very nice girl, Rachel is, it appears to me. "

"She's awfully good fun, " said Percy, "only Joel will make her play withhim all the time, I suppose, " and his face fell. 

"Oh, you must cut Joe out, " said old Mr. King, laughing heartily. 

"I can't, " said Percy dismally; "we can't any of us, Grandpapa, " and heopened his blue eyes very wide at the mere thought. 

"Well, yes, I think we are all pleased, very much pleased indeed thatRachel is coming, " repeated old Mr. King, going back to the expected visit, "and, as she comes to-morrow----"

"To-morrow!" echoed Percy, aghast, "why, then I can't get up my surprise, Grandpapa. " For, strange to say, the time of the arrival had slipped fromhis mind. The old gentleman hastened to comfort him. 

"Suppose you tell me the grand plan, " he said at last; "then we'll see ifthere won't be time enough. "

"Oh, I was going to get Ben to take me out into the woods to-morrow, "said Percy, feeling as if he should very much like to cry, he was sodisappointed, "and we could have dug up some cunning little plants andferns: Rachel said she liked them at the garden party. We could haveplanted them in a box, and 'twould have been so nice, and now it's toolate. " And, overcome with despair, he sat down on the first thing hecould find, which was a pile of books on the floor. 

"Take care, " warned Grandpapa, but over Percy had gone, the books flyingall ways under him. 

"I'll pick them up, " he cried, when he could get his breath. 

"I am glad you are not hurt, " said Grandpapa King, with a rueful glance atthe big reference volumes, only laid out for his use that morning, whichcertainly wouldn't be improved by their fall. "Here, wait a bit, and I'llhelp you, Percy, my boy, " and he got out of his chair. 

"Oh, I can do it; let me, Grandpapa; let me do it alone, " begged Percy, tugging at the books and piling as rapidly as he could, for they were quiteheavy. "There, see, they're almost back again"--as he staggered up with thelast one. 

"Not quite so fast, " said Grandpapa King, lending his hand to the task. "Now next time when you want to sit down, I advise you to take a chair, Percy, my boy. Well, now, let us think how you can get up a nice littlesurprise for Rachel when she comes to-morrow. "

"And nobody must know it, " cried Percy, quite enchanted at the prospect ofhaving a secret plan with Grandpapa. "Oh, you won't tell anybody but me, will you?" He crowded in between the old gentleman's chair and the bigtable, and regarded him anxiously. 

"No, indeed, " cried old Mr. King, in his most emphatic way, and bringinghis hand heavily down on the table; "not a single person shall hear aboutit. This is your and my secret, Percy, my boy. "

And outside, in a slope of the terrace where it ran down to a tangle ofgreenery, were Phronsie and little Dick. And they were making greatpreparations, too, for Rachel's visit on the following day. The great taskbefore them was nothing more nor less than to set up their little stonehouse in the boulders under the big apple tree. 

"I'm going to set up the cupboard, " announced little Dick. 

"Wait for me, do, " begged Phronsie, who was busy in putting the littleacorn cups and saucers in fine array on the big, flat stone that servedthem as a table. 

"Well, do hurry, then, " said Dick, his fingers twitching to be at theirwork, "for it's just full of everything. " He had pulled out the stone froma hole between the boulders, which, running in quite deeply, had served asa convenient receptacle for certain treasures and accumulations, and wastherefore called the cupboard. "We haven't cleaned it out in ever 'n' everso long, Phronsie. "

"Yes, I will hurry, " said Phronsie, gently putting the little acorn sheheld back into its cup. She had a soft little bit of cloth in her hand, with which she first wiped each piece. 

"I'm almost through; I haven't but one, two, 'leven more to do. "

"Oh, I'll help you, " cried Dick, "wash up the dishes, " and he turned hisback on the cupboard. "Where's another towel?"

"You mustn't break them, " said Phronsie gravely, handing him another smallportion of cloth, "because you see they're _very_ nice dishes"--andshe went back to her own polishing. 

"I won't break them, " promised little Dick, beginning on an acorn saucer. 

"Chil--dren"--it was Polly's voice--"oh, where are you?" They could hearher as she sped over the terrace. 

Down went the little dish-towels, and over went all the cups and saucers, for Dickie's foot knocked off what Phronsie spared, as both the smallhousekeepers rushed tumultuously out. 

"Oh, here we are, Polly, " they cried. 

"Well, you must come at once if you want to go down to Candace's, " sheannounced, standing on the terrace-top, her cheeks quite rosy for her runafter them. "Auntie is going to take Jasper and me down to get some thingsfor Rachel. Do you want to go too?"

Didn't they! Polly laughed to see them clamber along the green bank, andshe put out her hands and drew them up. 

"I shall buy Rachel something, " announced Phronsie, smoothing down her pinkfrock with great decision, as they reached the top. 

"And so shall I, " cried little Dick, bobbing his head; "I shall get her thevery nicest thing that Candace has. "

"Well, now, children, we must hurry, " said Polly, as they all ran along, "because you know we ought not to keep Auntie waiting. Now, then, one, two, three, and away!"

She seized a small hand in each of her own, and away they sped. None toosoon, for Jasper was just skipping down to meet them with the announcementthat sister Marion was getting into the carriage; and there on the stepswas Mrs. Fisher, with Phronsie's hat in her hand. 

"Get in, young man, " said Jasper, cramming Dick's cap on his head, and hebundled him in unceremoniously, then hopped after himself. 

"I'm going to buy my little girl something, " announced Phronsie, lookingback where Mamsie still stood upon the step. 

"Yes, yes, " she said smilingly, as Thomas started up the horses. 

"Wait, wait, " cried Phronsie, in a tone of great distress, and she leanedout toward Mamsie. 

"What is it, child?" said Mrs. Fisher. 

And, "Wait a bit, Thomas, " called Jasper. 

"What's the matter, Phronsie?" asked Polly, leaning over from the oppositeseat, where she was ensconced with Mrs. Whitney. 

"I want my little purse, " said Phronsie, looking down at her empty hands, then up at her in grave reproach. 

"Oh, Phronsie, you can take some of my money, " began Polly. "We needn'twait for that, need we, Mamsie?" she cried, wrinkling up her foreheadimpatiently. 

"I want my own little purse, " said Phronsie decidedly. 

"Yes, Mamsie will get it, " said Mrs. Fisher; "that is, if Mrs. Whitney canwait. " She cast a glance over Polly into the pleasant face above. 

"Yes, indeed, " said Mrs. Whitney, with a cheery smile; "I think Phronsiehad much better have her own little purse. "

"And I want my own purse, too, " declared little Dick, struggling to getdown from the seat where he was wedged in with Jasper and Phronsie, "Mineis big like a man's, " he added, with great importance. 

"Dear me!" Mrs. Whitney burst into a merry laugh. "Mrs, Fisher, do youthink you could be troubled enough to get Dicky boy's purse, too?" sheasked. 

"I don't find it any trouble, " said Mrs. Fisher, with another laugh, "toget them both. " So Phronsie's little purse, with a chain to hang on herarm, and Dick's bigger one, that folded like a pocketbook, were both handedinto the carriage, Thomas cracked the whip, and off they went to seeCandace in her little shop on Temple Place. 

The next day but one, Rachel was visiting in the little stone house amongthe boulders. Phronsie had carefully explained how the reason that the cupsand saucers were all on the ground and the dish-towels thrown carelesslyaside, was that they had gone away with Auntie, who couldn't be keptwaiting. 

"Well, let's wash 'em up now, " said Rachel, flying for one of thediminutive dish-towels. 

"I'm going to clean out the cupboard, " declared little Dick, going back tohis original purpose. 

"Let us do the cups and saucers first, " said Phronsie, with gentledetermination, setting down Clorinda on a stone seat next to Rachel's doll, and carefully smoothing out her dress. 

"No, I want to do the cupboard, " persisted little Dick, with strangeobstinacy, for he was generally quite willing to give up to Phronsie. 

"I tell you, Phronsie, " broke in Rachel suddenly: "let's all set up thecupboard first, and then it will be ready to put the clean dishes into. That's the best way. "

"Oh, let us, " said Phronsie, easily pleased, and giving a last pat toRachel's doll. So she ran over to join the others, and, getting down on herknees, she began to fumble within the little cupboard. Dick had alreadyopened the door, which was accomplished by taking away the stone. 

"Now you take out one thing, Phronsie, and I'll take out the next, " saidlittle Dick, crowding up as close as he could get. 

"And then I'll take the things, " said Rachel, sitting down a littledistance off, between the two, "as you hand 'em out; so we'll all clean outthe cupboard. Hullo! what's this?"--as Phronsie handed out the firstarticle. 

"That's a top, " said little Dick, looking back at her. 

"A top!" cried Rachel in derision. "Why, it won't spin; not a bit in thisworld. "

"It would before it was broken, " said Phronsie, for Dick had his facepressed close to the door of the cupboard, while his brown fingers wereprowling about its interior. 

"Dear me! why don't you throw it away?" cried Rachel. "An old broken thinglike that is no good. "

"Oh, we wouldn't ever throw it away, Rachel, " said Phronsie, in alarm. "That's our dear top, and it used to spin beautifully, " and she took itaffectionately out of Rachel's hand. 

"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Rachel. "Well, what's the next thing?"--as littleDick backed away from the cupboard. "What is it?"--as he placed somearticle in her hand. 

"They're a pair of her doll's eyes, " said little Dick. 

"Oh, misery me!" cried Rachel, tumbling backward, the pair of eyes in herhand. "Why don't you have 'em put back in your doll, Phronsie?"

"Because these are broken, " said Phronsie, hanging on to the top with onehand, while she reached out the other, "and Grandpapa took my child downand got her new eyes. "

"Well, what makes you save these?" said Rachel, sitting straight again;"they're no use, Phronsie, now they're broken. Throw them away, do. "

"No, no, " protested Phronsie, holding the pair of eyes very closely in herwarm little palm, "they were my child's; I'm going to keep them always. "

"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Rachel faintly, "you'll never set up your cupboardif you're going to put everything back again the same as it was. Well, pullout the next thing, Phronsie; it's your turn. "

So Phronsie set her two treasures down in a niche in the big boulder, andleaned over the door of the cupboard. 

"I'm going clear back, " she announced, running her fat little arm as far asit would go, to bring it out with something round in the middle of herpalm. 

"What is it?" asked Rachel curiously. "Whatever in all this world, Phronsie?"--at the queer little wad in Phronsie's hand. 

"Oh, that?" said little Dick, before Phronsie could answer; "that's whatthe squirrel gave us, a lo--ong time ago, Rachel. "

"The squirrel gave you?" she cried. "I suppose it's a nut, " she addedcarelessly. 

"No, 'tisn't a nut, " said Phronsie, still keeping it in her hand, andshaking her head decidedly, "and he was a naughty squirrel; he was in abird's nest. "

"In a bird's nest? What do you mean, and how could you see him?" demandedRachel, all three questions in one breath. 

"We looked up, " said little Dick, throwing his head back to illustrate hisspeech, "and he was right there "--pointing up to the highest branches ofthe apple tree--"way up on top. "

"And the poor bird was screaming, " said Phronsie, snuggling up to Rachel'sside, but still not offering to give up the little green wad. "Poor littlebird!--she made a new house, she added sorrowfully. 

"And the naughty squirrel was pulling out all the things in her house, "said little Dick, breaking in with gusto, "and flinging them down; and hethrew us this. Show her, Phronsie. "

So Phronsie opened her hand and held it up, the little green wad in thecenter. 

"Oh, isn't it funny!" Rachel was going to say. Instead, she seized it, twitched it apart, and hopped up to her feet; then, deserting the twochildren, ran like lightning up the green bank, two torn bits of paperfluttering in her hand. And not observing where she went, she ran directlyinto old Mr. King taking a constitutional on the lawn. 

"Bless me! what is it?" he gasped, putting out a strong hand to save herfrom a fall. 

"It's the _ten-dollar bill!_" panted Rachel. "Don't you see?"--wavingit at him. 

THE END