The short November day was already so near its end that the fowls were thinking of going to roost, though the hour was not late, and after watching them take their supper, which Edna helped Reliance to distribute, the two girls went on to the garden, now robbed of most of its vegetables. There were a few tomatoes to be found on the vines; though celery, turnips and cabbages made a brave showing. Edna felt that she was quite a discoverer when she came across some tiny yellow tomatoes which the frost had not yet touched, and which she gathered in triumph to carry back to her mother.
"I know where there"s a chestnut tree," announced Reliance suddenly.
"Oh, do let"s find it," said Edna. "I will put the tomatoes in my handkerchief and carry them that way. We ought to gather all the chestnuts we can, for I know mighty well after the boys come there won"t be a nut left." There was a rush down the hill to the big chestnut tree about whose roots lay the p.r.i.c.kly burs which the frost had opened to show the shining brown nuts within.
"I don"t see how we are going to carry them," said Edna after a while, when she had gathered together quite a little heap.
"I"ll show you," Reliance told her, and began tying knots in the corners of the ap.r.o.n she wore. "There," she said, "that makes a very good bag, and what we can"t carry that way we can leave and come back for to-morrow. We"d better take as many as we can, though, for to-morrow will be such a busy day I may not be able to come, and if we don"t, the squirrels will get them all."
"I could come alone, now that I know the way," said Edna, "or maybe mamma would come with me."
"I suppose we"d better be going back," said Reliance when she lifted the improvised bag to her arm. "It is near to milking time and that means getting ready for supper."
"What do you do to get ready for supper?" asked Edna taking hold of one side of the bag.
"Oh, I set the table and go down to the spring-house for the b.u.t.ter and cream. I can skim milk now, but I couldn"t at first, I got it all mixed up."
"Do you skim all the milk?"
"Oh, no, that we put on the table to drink is never skimmed. The skimmed milk goes to the pigs."
"Oh, does it? I think you feed your pigs pretty well. Are we going to watch them milk?"
"You can if you like; I"ve got to go right back."
"You don"t help with the milking then?"
"No; Ira does it. Your grandpa says it is man"s work, but Ira lets me do a little sometimes so I will learn."
"Aren"t you afraid of the cows?"
"No, indeed, are you?"
"Kind of. They have such sharp horns sometimes," answered Edna by way of excusing her fear.
"Your grandpa"s don"t have; he keeps only dehorned cattle."
"What are they?"
"The kind that have had their horns taken off so they don"t do any damage."
"I think maybe I wouldn"t mind that kind so much," said Edna, after considering the matter for a moment. "If you don"t mind, I think I would like to stop and see Ira milk."
Reliance said she didn"t mind in the least and, therefore, she left the little girl at the bars of the stable yard which was quite as near as she wished to stand to the herd of cows gathered within.
"Want to come in and learn to milk?" asked Ira, looking up with a smile at the little red-capped figure.
"Oh, no, thank you," returned Edna hastily. "I"d rather watch you." She would really have like to try her hand if there had been but one cow, but when there were six, how could a young person be certain that one of the number would not turn and rend her? To be sure, they were much less fearsome without horns, but still they were too big and dreadful to be entirely trusted. So she stood watching the milk foam into the shining tin buckets and then she walked contentedly with Ira to where Amanda was waiting to strain the milk and put it away in the spring-house.
"Do you keep it out here all winter and doesn"t it freeze?" asked Edna.
"In winter we keep it in the pantry up at the house. If it should turn cold suddenly now, we"d have to bring it in," Amanda told her, as she carefully lifted the earthen crocks into place. "There comes Reliance for the cream and b.u.t.ter," she went on. "Reliance, I"ll carry up the milk and you come along with the rest. Don"t tarry down here, and be sure you lock the spring-house door and fetch in the key." Then she went out leaving the two little girls behind.
Reliance carefully attended to her duties, Edna watching her admiringly.
It must be a fine thing to be so big a girl as this, one who could be trusted to do work like a grown-up woman. "Let me carry something," she offered, when Reliance stepped up the stone steps and outside, carrying the b.u.t.ter in one hand and the pitcher of cream in the other.
"If you would lock the door and wouldn"t mind taking the key along, I wouldn"t have to set down these things," Reliance said.
Edna did as she was asked, standing tip-toe in order to turn the big key in the heavy door.
"When we get to the house you can hang the key on its nail behind the kitchen door," Reliance told her. "It is always kept there."
Edna swung the big key on her finger by its string and trotted along by the side of Reliance, asking many questions, and delighting to hear Reliance enlarge upon the all-important subject of the Thanksgiving festivities.
"We"ve got to get up good and early," Reliance remarked, "for there"s a heap to be done, even if we are ahead with the baking. I expect to be up before daylight, myself, and I reckon Ira will be milking by candlelight," she added, as she entered the kitchen door. Mrs. Conway was in the kitchen talking to Amanda, and Edna hastened to show her little h.o.a.rd of tomatoes. "We gathered a whole lot of chestnuts, too,"
she told her mother. "They were all on the ground down the hill behind the barn."
"I know the very tree," Mrs. Conway told her. "We must roast some in the ashes this evening. Come along, supper is ready and you must get yourself freshened up."
Edna followed along and, in the prospect of supper and then of roasting chestnuts, she forgot all about the spring-house key. This, by the way, was lying on the door-mat where she had dropped it. A little later on, it was picked up by Reliance and was slipped into the pocket of her gingham ap.r.o.n. "I won"t remind her that she dropped it. Likely as not she forgot all about it," said Reliance to herself. "I ought not to have trusted it to as little a girl as she is."
It was not till after she was in bed that Edna remembered that she had ever had the key. Where had she put it? She had no recollection of it after she had swung it by its string upon her finger on the way to the house. "It must be on the kitchen table," she told herself. "I opened my handkerchief there to show mother the tomatoes." She sat up in bed wondering if she would better get up and go down, but she finally decided to wait till her mother should have come to bed and then confide in her.
However, try as she would, she could not keep awake. It had been an exciting and fatiguing day and she was in the land of dreams in a few minutes, not even having visions of keys, spring-houses or Thanksgiving dinners, but of the mother cat and her three kittens who were climbing chestnut trees and throwing down chestnuts to her.
CHAPTER III
WHERE"S THE KEY?
Very, very early in the morning Edna was awake. She was not used to farmyard sounds and could not tell if it were a l.u.s.ty rooster, an insistent guinea-fowl or a gobbling turkey whose voice first reached her. But whichever it was, she was quite broad awake while it was yet dark. She lay still for a few minutes, with an uncertain feeling of something not very pleasant overshadowing her, then she remembered the key. "Oh, dear," she sighed, "if they can"t get into the spring-house there will be no cream for breakfast and no b.u.t.ter, either. The key must be found."
She got up and softly crept to the window. A bright star hung low in the sky and there was the faintest hint of light along the eastern horizon.
Presently Edna saw a lighted lantern bobbing around down by the stable and concluded that Ira must be up and that it was morning, or at least what meant morning to farmers. She stood watching the light grow in the east and finally decided that she would dress and be all ready by the time it was light enough to hunt for the lost key.
By now she could see well enough to find her clothes, but, fearing lest she should waken her mother, she determined to go to the bathroom at the end of the hall rather than use the wash-stand in the room where she was, so she gathered up her clothing in her arms, and went down the entry, made her toilet and crept down stairs. There was a light burning in the lower hallway, but it was dark all through the rest of the house and she was obliged to feel her way through the rooms. There was a noise of some one stirring in the pantry. She opened the door of the kitchen gently and peeped in. A lamp was burning on the table, but no key lay there. Edna tip-toed in quietly and felt on the nail where the key should hang, thrusting aside a gingham ap.r.o.n belonging to Reliance which hung just above its place, but the nail was empty and she was forced to believe she had dropped the key somewhere between the spring-house and the kitchen. She tip-toed out of the kitchen, turned the key of the outside door and closed it after her as noiselessly as possible, and in another moment was outside in the chill November air.
It was rather fearsome to make one"s way down dim paths where some wild creature might still be lurking after a night"s raid from the woods near by, and she imagined all sorts of things. First, something stole softly by her and was off like a shot through the tall weeds growing beyond the fence; it was only a rabbit who was more frightened at Edna than she at it. Next, the bushes parted and a small white figure crept stealthily forth. The child"s heart stood still and she stopped short. Then came a plaintive meow and she discovered one of the three kittens out on an adventuring tour. She picked up the little creature which purred contentedly as she snuggled it to her, continuing her way.
The garden left behind, there was the lane to be pa.s.sed through, and here some real cause for fear in Edna"s opinion, for the cows that Ira had just finished milking were coming through the bars he had let down.
They stumbled along clumsily, following one another over the rail, and ambled on to another set of bars where they stood till Ira should let them through. At first, Edna did not realize that they were not making for the spot where she stood and she took to her heels, fleeing frantically back to the garden, banging the gate behind her and standing still waiting till the cows were through and the bars up again. Seeing the cows safely shut out from the lane she ventured forth again and followed Ira"s lantern to the barn. Here she stood looking around and presently the beams from the lantern fell upon her little figure with the white kitten still clasped in her arms.
Ira looked up in surprise. "h.e.l.lo!" he cried. "What"s took you up so airly? Why, I jest got through milkin", and, doggone it, it ain"t skeerce light yit."
"I know," said Edna, "but I had to get up early, you see, so as to find the key before breakfast."
"Key? What key?"