When at last Gail and Faith reached home, expecting to be met by tears and reproaches from three hungry maids, they were surprised to find supper spread on the table awaiting their coming, and to hear a strange tale of mishap and adventure that would have done credit to the age of Mother Goose or Robinson Crusoe.
"Doesn"t that sound like a fairy prince?" asked Peace, when the recital was ended. "But he says he isn"t one."
"I should say it sounded like a plain robber story," said Faith bitterly, while Gail sat white-faced and silent with despair. "What did you give him that money for! It"s the last we will ever see of it. You are worse than _Jack and the Bean-Stalk_. You haven"t even a handful of bean blossoms to show."
"I"ve got a curl from Bossy"s tail," said Peace indignantly, and then burst into tears, unable to bear the sight of Gail"s drawn face any longer.
"Yes, and a robber on our trail. Supposing he comes tonight for the rest of the money you told him about. No, Cherry, I don"t want any supper.
Come and help me bolt the windows and fix things for the night. I wish Hope was here now."
The supper remained untouched, the dishes were cleared away in silence, and as soon as Hope arrived the unhappy little household climbed wearily, fearfully upstairs to bed, where Peace sobbed herself to sleep, with faithful Allee"s arms about her neck. But no robber came to disturb the brown house and at length even Gail and Faith drifted away to slumberland, in spite of this added trouble.
In the dusk of early morning, while the world was still asleep, a heavy wagon drew up at the gate of the Greenfield cottage, unloaded its precious burden and drove rapidly away again; while Peace, in her restless tossing, dreamed that a gentle, brown-eyed cow stood in Bossy"s stall, lowing for some breakfast. She awoke with a start, to hear a familiar, persistent mooing, and the tinkle of a bell in the barnyard, and, leaping out of bed, she rushed to the window with wildly beating heart. There in the yard, tied to the old watering-trough, stood a plump, pretty Jersey cow! Peace rubbed her eyes, pinched her arm to make sure she was not still dreaming, and then startled the whole house awake with a whoop of joy: "She has come, she has come! The cow has come! My tramp isn"t a robber or a beanstalk at all!"
CHAPTER XI
GARDENS AND GOPHERS
"Have you got any more corn or potatoes to drop, or onion sets to cover, or radishes and beans and turnips to plant, or wheat or barley to scatter, or--or anything else to do?" Peace panted breathlessly one warm Sat.u.r.day afternoon late in May.
"No," smiled Gail, looking tenderly down into the flushed, perspiring face. "You girls have worked faithfully all day, and now you can rest awhile. Mike is coming next week to finish the planting."
"Can--may we fix our own gardens, then? Mr. Kennedy gave me a whole lot of seed the gove"nment sent him to plant, but he can"t, "cause he"s going to Alaska."
"Government seed! What kinds?"
"Cuc.u.mbers and beets, and parsley and carrots and--"
"But, child, we have all of those in our big garden now. I thought you wanted your little plot of ground for flowers?"
"I do. One of these packages is sweet peas."
"Oh, dearie, I guess you have made a mistake. Mr. Kennedy wouldn"t have any use for sweet pea seed."
"Hope said that was the name on the package."
"Well, then I suppose they are, though I never heard tell of the Kennedys raising flowers before. Sweet peas ought to be planted along a fence. We will have Mike dig a little trench just inside the front yard fence, and plant the peas there."
Peace"s face fell, but she offered no objections to the plan, and Gail straightway forgot all about it. Not so with the enthusiastic, youthful planter, however; and, while the older sister was bustling about the hot kitchen, the curly, brown head was bobbing energetically back and forth in the front yard, where she and Cherry were digging a trench as fast as they could turn the sod with an old broken spade and a discarded fire-shovel; while Allee followed in their wake, dropping the seed into the freshly-turned earth and carefully covering them again.
"Mercy, but this yard is big!" sighed weary Peace, as she began digging along the third and last side. "Have you got enough left to stick in here, Allee?"
"This is all," answered the blue-eyed toiler, displaying a handful of flat, black seed in her ap.r.o.n.
"Those don"t look like peas," cried Cherry, pausing to examine the queer-looking things. "All I ever saw were round."
"Garden peas _are_ round," answered Peace, with a knowing air, "but these are sweet peas, and they are flat."
"Did you ever see any before?" demanded Cherry suspiciously, nettled by her sister"s manner.
"No--o, but doesn"t the sack they were in say "sweet peas?""
It certainly did, there was no disputing that fact, so Cherry discreetly remained silent, and began her vigorous shoveling once more.
When the supper hour was announced the shallow, uneven trench was completed, the seeds all covered, and three dirty gardeners perched in a row on the fence, planning out the list of customers who would buy the sweet blossoms when the vines had matured.
"There"s the horn for supper," said Cherry.
"And I know Mrs. Lacy will be glad to get them sometimes, "cause she hasn"t any flowers at all," continued Peace, ignoring the interruption.
"That makes ten people."
"Well, hurry up! I am hungry, and we"ll have to wash before Gail will give us anything to eat," cried the tallest girl impatiently. "I"ll race you to the pump."
"You are late," Hope greeted them, when, after a noisy splashing and hasty wiping of faces, they entered the room. "Doesn"t Allee"s face look funny with that black streak around it where she didn"t hit the dirt?
What have you been doing to get so warm?"
"Planting sweet peas," answered Allee.
"Oh, Peace! After I said we would have Mike dig a trench by the fence!"
"You didn"t say we _couldn"t_ plant them, Gail. We dug it so"s to save Mike the trouble. Anyway, the seeds ought to be in the ground by this time if they are ever going to blossom this year, and Mike is so slow.
We thought it was best not to wait. When do you s"pose they will come up?"
"Oh, in about two or three weeks, maybe," Gail answered. "You better rub your arms well with liniment before you go to bed tonight, or you will be so lame tomorrow you can"t move."
The incident was closed, and the sweet peas forgotten until one day about three weeks later Hope called excitedly from the front yard, "Gail, Gail, come here! What ever are these plants coming up all along the fence? They are not sweet peas."
Gail came, examined the fat sprouts and looked at Hope in comical dismay. "They are pumpkins or cuc.u.mbers or melons, and the whole front fence is lined with them!"
"Poor Peace!" said Hope, when their laugh had ended. "She will be heartbroken. She made her fortune a dozen times over on the blossoms those vines are to bear."
"Yes," sighed Gail. "She has the happy faculty of trying to do one thing and getting some unexpected, unheard-of result. Poor little blunderbus!
But what shall we do with these plants? There are enough to stock a ranch. We can"t leave them here, and I don"t think they will bear transplanting."
"And so they ain"t sweet peas at all!" exclaimed a disappointed voice behind them, and there stood Peace herself, contemplating her treasures with solemn eyes.
"No, dear, they are pumpkins, I guess. What kind of seed did you plant?"
"I planted sweet pea seed," came the mournful reply. "Leastways the sack said so. Hope read it herself."
"Yes, the sack was labelled plainly, but I never thought to examine the seed. What did they look like?"
"They were black and flat."
"Melons," said Gail. "Well, I would rather have melons than pumpkins, for we already have planted a lot of them. Still, it will spoil these to transplant them, so they might just as well have been pumpkins. It is a shame to have to throw them all away, though."