Peace looked her surprise, and answered saucily, "You don"t fool me any more, my friend. You"ve teased me so often that it is an old story now.
I know just what to "xpect when I meet you."
At any other time he would have been delighted with this reply, but under the circ.u.mstances--for he was really much disturbed over her latest prank--her jaunty, don"t-care air nettled him, and he said sharply, "_This_ is no joking matter, Miss Greenfield, I can tell you that! Why did you tie red rags all over my pasture fence?"
"So"s to keep the deacon"s bull busy. We couldn"t get those berries any other way."
"Well, I guess you succeeded. He broke one horn off and pretty near skinned himself, I judge. The only wonder is that he didn"t tear the fence down and get loose."
"As long as he didn"t, I shouldn"t care about his horns," answered Peace with provoking indifference. "The deacon said I could have all the berries I could get, and he didn"t say how I was to get them, either. I thought and thought, and I couldn"t see any way out but the red flags.
It worked beau--ti--fully. We got two buckets chock-full!"
"Yes," groaned Mr. Hartman; "and got old Skinner red hot at me! I signed a note a year or two ago for a friend of mine, expecting by this time that he would be on his feet and able to take care of it, but he isn"t, and I"ve got to settle. Where the money is coming from is more than I can tell. It took all my ready cash to build that new barn, and old Skinner is so blamed mad that he won"t give me any more time. And all this fuss on account of those berries. Plague take the old bushes, and you, too, you little rascal!"
Peace drew herself up haughtily and with eyes flashing fire, demanded, "Do you mean that?"
"Every word. I"d just like the chance to give you a good trouncing."
He was not in earnest, but he looked so harsh and stern that Peace for a moment trembled in her shoes. Then all her natural childish pa.s.sion was aroused, and stamping her foot, she declared wrathfully, "I"ll not be friends with you any longer. You said I could have the berries, and the deacon said I could have all I could get. You aren"t being square with me, and I won"t have anything more to do with you." She turned on her heel and flung herself indignantly across the garden to the road, leaving Mr. Hartman still leaning against the fence, lost in thought.
The forest was her favorite retreat in times of trouble, but today the cool shadows and whispering trees did not soothe her, and after wandering about until the afternoon began to wane, she started for home, still wrathful and pa.s.sionate, for she felt that Mr. Hartman had been very unfair in his treatment of her.
While she was still some distance from the little brown house, a carriage drove up to their gate, and stopped, but she did not recognize the rig, nor could she make out who had alighted; and for the time being, her rage was lost in her greater curiosity. "Wonder who it can be," she said to herself. "It isn"t the doctor"s horse, nor the Judge"s buggy, and that woman is too little for Mrs. Lacy or Mrs. Edwards. She"s got a big bundle. Maybe it"s the Salvation Army bringing us some old duds like they did the German family last week. But s"posing it was some rich aunt or grandmother we didn"t know we had. It"s awfully hard not to have any relations like other folks. I am going through old Cross-Patch"s cornfield, "stead of running clear around by the road."
She crawled between the strands of barbed wire and ran swiftly down the rows of rustling, whispering, silken corn, thinking only of the unexpected visitors at home, until a big barn loomed up before her, shining in its newness. Then she stopped abruptly, having suddenly remembered her grievance.
"He _isn"t_ square!" she cried. "I"d like to fight him good. I"ll get even with you some day, Mr. Hardman! Bet he"s going to paint his old barn. Here is a whole ocean of red paint in this pail, and there is a stack of brushes. I--I"m going--to tell--him what I think of him in red paint. Yes, sir, I"m going to do it this very minute!"
All thought of the mysterious visitor at home had vanished, all thought of the consequences were stifled, and choosing the smallest brush in the heap beside the pail, she began daubing scrawly, tipsy letters across the new, white boards: _Mister Hardman isnt square_.
"There!" she breathed, as the last straggling "r" was finished. "I"ll bet that makes him mad, but maybe next time he won"t blame me for his old fusses. He _said_ I could have those raspberries."
She dipped the brush into the paint once more, made a few little red spots below the printed letters, and labelled them _raspberries_ for fear they might not otherwise be recognized. Then dropping the brush back where she had found it, she skipped off home, feeling an uncomfortable sense of guilt and shame in her heart for having wreaked her revenge in such a manner.
At the gate Allee met her, shouting, "Mrs. Strong is here with the baby, and she"s going to stay for supper. Elva Munson brought her in their new buggy. Come see Glen. We"ve hunted all over for you, and even blew the horn."
The excited child danced up the path, and Peace followed, forgetting her mean prank in her pleasure at seeing her beloved friends. Nor did she remember any more about it until the next morning, when, seated on the shed-roof, under the overhanging boughs of a great elm, she saw Mr.
Hartman striding angrily up the path to the kitchen door. Then her heart gave a great thump and seemed to sink clear to her toes, as she thought of her miserable method of getting even. Her pa.s.sion had subsided during the night, and try as she would, she could now think of no justifiable excuse for her mean act.
Gail answered the imperative knock, and Peace heard him demand wrathfully, "Where is Peace?"
"Somewhere around the place. She was under the maple there at the corner a few moments ago. Is something wrong? Has she been annoying you again?"
"Annoying me? She has daubed letters all over the back of my new barn. I shall have to paint the whole building now, and it isn"t very funny business. If I had got hold of her when I first saw her work, I"d have given her a thrashing she wouldn"t have forgotten in one while. You will whip that child like she deserves, or pay for the damage she has done,--one or the other, and I mean it, too!" Without waiting for her reply, he started down the path again, leaving Gail white-faced and distressed in the kitchen door.
As soon as he was out of sight Peace slid from her perch to the ground below, deserting the corncob doll she had been dressing, and scurried away to the barn loft to face the new and undreamed-of situation. A licking or pay for the damage done! Why had she been so thoughtless and mean? She might have known that Gail would be the one to suffer. She hated herself, as she always did after her mischievous pranks, but that didn"t help matters any. She must take her medicine. There was no money to settle for her wanton mischief; it would have to be the licking.
"I wonder whether she"ll use a shingle or her shoe," she thought nervously, making ready to descend and brave Gail"s displeasure, when Cherry"s head appeared on the ladder, and the older girl announced excitedly, "Now you"ve done it, Peace Greenfield! Mr. Hartman is as mad as a hornet about your painting his barn, and he says Gail must either whip you hard, or pay for it. There isn"t any money to pay--"
"Then I s"pose I"ll have to take the licking," answered Peace with a great show of indifference, though the pounding of her heart nearly stifled her.
"But Gail says she can"t lick you, and even Faith has backed out, though at first she said she would give it to you good."
Here was an unlooked-for state of affairs--no money, and no one willing to use the rod, though she undoubtedly deserved it.
"What are you going to do about it?" asked Cherry curiously.
"Lick myself likely," retorted Peace sarcastically. "You better lug those eggs up to the doctor"s. I"ve d"livered my bunch."
Cherry vanished as quickly as she had come, and as the sound of her footsteps died away in the distance, Peace slid down the ladder. But instead of going to the house for an interview with Gail, she slipped through the garden, crawled under the fence, and presented herself at the door of the new barn where Mr. Hartman, still in a blaze of anger, was at work.
"What do you want here, you tormented rascal?" he yelled in fury, shaking a hazel switch threateningly at her.
"I came to get licked," she answered steadily, though quaking inwardly.
"Wh-at?" he gasped in unbelieving amazement.
"I heard what you said to Gail about paying or licking me, and she hasn"t got any money to pay for my meanness, and she says--she says she can"t whip me; so I"ve come to you for it."
She really did not expect him to punish her in that manner, for ordinarily he was not a hard-hearted man; but in view of Peace"s misdemeanor, Gail"s hesitation angered him only the more, and catching the child by her shoulder, he gave her a dozen sharp, stinging lashes with his switch, then released her, thoroughly ashamed of himself.
He expected her to cry and scream, but she bit her lips, blinked her brown eyes rapidly to keep the tears back, and stood like a statue until he dropped his stick. Then choking back the sobs in her throat, she faced him with the curt demand, "Give me a receipt, please."
"A--a what?"
"A receipt. Gail says we should never settle a bill without getting a receipt."
"What do you want of a receipt?"
"So"s I can show Gail that this bill is settled."
"Aha!" he mocked. "You are afraid Gail will repent and give you another thrashing, are you?"
"No, I"m not! But I want to be sure you don"t try to c"llect twice."
He stared at her open-mouthed, too hurt for words; and she, unaware that she had deeply offended him, urged impatiently, as she rubbed her smarting shoulders, "Hurry up! Write it on a piece of paper, so"s I can have it to keep always. Haven"t you got any in your pocket?"
Mechanically he searched his pockets, drew forth a sc.r.a.p of an envelope, wrote the receipt she demanded, and handed it to her gravely. She accepted it as gravely, spelled it through, and turned to go, saying piously, "Thank you, Mr. Hardman. I hope you will get your reward in heaven." She meant this in all reverence, thinking only of the receipt he had given her, but he thought she was sarcastically referring to the whipping she had suffered at his hands; and with a queer tightening of his throat, he returned to his work, while she hurried homeward with her precious bit of paper.
"Here is Mr. Hardman"s receipt, Gail," she announced, briefly, entering the kitchen where the two older girls were still discussing the new problem.
"Where did you get the money!" asked Faith severely.
"I took the licking," was the short answer.
"Took the licking! From whom!"
"Mr. Hardman."