"You"ve got a mule team, haven"t you?" flared Peace, seeing no occasion for his anger. "And you peddle truck nearly every day. Then I don"t see why you can"t take my melons and sell them. Black Prince is gone, and we can"t drive about any more ourselves."
"Well, where do I come in? Melons take up a sight of wagon room, nothing said of the time it will take to sell them. And then you expict me to do it all for nothing!"
"I--I hadn"t thought about that," faltered Peace; and, sitting down on the windmill platform, she pulled a pencil stub from her pocket and began to do some figuring on the sole of her shoe.
Mike watched her serious face in amus.e.m.e.nt, and grinned broadly when, after five minutes of vigorous scratching and hard thinking, she released her foot and said in her most business-like tones, "I"ll tell you what I will do. If you can sell all those twenty-one melons at twenty-five cents each, you can have half the money for your trouble.
That will still leave me enough to get our family inside the Fair. Will you do it?"
Mike scratched his head thoughtfully and then replied, "I"ll take a look at thim melons first."
So she led him to the small patch and proudly displayed her treasures.
"You see there are more than twenty-one melons on the vines. Those two big ones Mrs. Grinnell is going to tote along with her pumpkins to the Fair, and the little ones and the crooked fellers we"ll eat at home; but there are twenty-one nice ones to sell."
Mike expressed his admiration by the boyish exclamation, "Gee, ain"t them bouncers? How "d ye do it? Our"n don"t amount to shucks this year."
"That"s what Mrs. Grinnell said about hers. I guess it"s "cause I know how to grow watermelons," answered Peace, with charming frankness. "Mr.
Strong says that must be the reason. You see, I planted sweet-peas and these came up. Maybe it"s a sweet-pea melon. Do you s"pose it is?"
"I niver heard tell of such a thing," Mike soberly replied, "but maybe that"s what"s the matter."
"Will you sell them for me?"
Mike was busy thumping the green b.a.l.l.s with his knuckles, and feeling of the stems, and when he had tested each in turn, he answered, "Yis, I"ll sell thim for you, but ye"d better wait a week or two. They aren"t ripe enough yit."
"Oh, dear," mourned the child, plainly disappointed. "The Fair begins in two weeks, and that is what I wanted the money for. Don"t you think they will be ripe enough before that?"
"Don"t look as if they would," Mike replied firmly. "And green melons won"t sell well. Besides, the longer they grow, the bigger they will be."
"Then I suppose I must wait; but don"t you tell the girls. I want to s"prise them if we can go, for they don"t think we can."
So, with many promises of secrecy, Mike departed, and Peace from that moment became a devoted slave of the melon patch.
As soon as she was out of bed in the morning she flew down to the garden to exult over her treasures, and with the last gleam of the dying day she might be seen bending over the mottled fruit whispering encouraging messages to them, coaxing them to grow. Bucket after bucket of water she tugged from the well to pour on their thirsty roots, and load after load of fertilizer she dragged in Allee"s little cart to spread over the ground in her eager desire to increase their size. But when Gail found her with soap and scrub-brush polishing off each precious ball, she was forced to curb her zealous gardening. However, the vines throve through all this heroic treatment, and it seemed to Peace that she could almost see the fruit grow in circ.u.mference. Each night she consulted Mike, convinced that they had ripened sufficiently during the day to be picked, but the boy steadfastly shook his head.
At length, as the second week of anxious waiting was drawing to a close, Peace could endure the suspense no longer, and one warm afternoon, while her sisters were occupied with their various duties, she s.n.a.t.c.hed the sharp bread-knife from the pantry shelf, and with Allee in tow, stole down to her garden plot.
"What are you going to do?" whispered the blue-eyed tot, as if still fearful that she might be overheard at the house.
"Try one of my melons and see if it isn"t ripe. This feller will do, I guess. It is big, but not too big." She plunged the shining blade deep into the green rind, and as the two halves fell apart, disclosing the bright red heart thickly dotted with black and white seeds, she cried triumphantly, "There, I knew I was right! Just taste it, Allee. Ain"t it sweet and nice? Let"s lug it down to the hedge and eat it up."
"That"s a piggy," answered the smaller girl, smacking her lips over the delicious morsel.
"We can "ford to be pigs this once, I guess," Peace retorted. "If we take it up to the house they will want to know why we cut it, and we"ll have to tell them about Mike and the Fair. You don"t want them to know that, do you?"
"No, but we are too little to eat it all ourselves."
"Half a melon each ain"t much. Why, Len Abbott must have eaten two whole ones at the church sociable the other night. Can you carry your half?"
"Yes," panted the younger la.s.s, bravely tugging at her heavy load.
So, with much puffing, and many stops for breath, they dragged the fruit through the cornfield to the creek road, scrambled in behind the dense brush and blackberry vines, and began to dispose of the sweet, juicy center.
"Let"s eat one-half all up "fore we begin the other," proposed Allee, who seemed to have some doubts as to the capacity of her stomach.
"All right," Peace agreed. "The melon _does_ look pretty big, and maybe we can"t hold it all at one sitting. I"ll push the other half under the bushes and cover my handkerchief over it to keep off the flies. What a lot of seed this one has! Let"s save some for planting next year.
S"posing each of these seeds was a ticket to the State Fairgrounds, we could all of us go every day and invite everyone else in town, pretty near. Hush! There"s a team coming up the road. Let"s peek and see if it"s anyone we know."
She drew aside the branches as she spoke, and two inquisitive, fruit-stained faces peered out of the opening just as a two-seated carryall drew up by the roadside, and a woman"s voice said imperatively, "There is a cl.u.s.ter, Henry,--lovely berries. I thought they were all gone by this time."
Henry leaped over the wheel to the ground, gathered a handful of dust-covered blackberries, and pa.s.sed them up to the other three occupants of the rig, remarking, "It"s a shame we can"t find watermelons growing wild along the roadside. I am afraid if we have a melon social at the church tomorrow night we must patronize the groceryman for the fruit."
"I am sorry to have caused you this wild-goose chase," said a meek voice from the back seat. "But last year we drove through this town when watermelon vines were the only things in sight."
"That is everything in sight today," laughed Henry teasingly. "The trouble is, they don"t bear any decent fruit. I"d give five dollars if anyone would show me twenty good, fair-sized watermelons--"
"All right, sir!" exclaimed an eager voice at his feet. "Give me the five dollars, and I"ll show you twenty-two!"
The man jumped as if shot, the three ladies screamed, and even the horses started at the unexpected sound, or perhaps it was at sight of a tousled brown head wriggling excitedly through the thicket, followed by an equally tousled golden head.
"Well, who are you?" stammered the startled young man, as the children gained their feet and stood shyly eyeing the city folks.
"Two of the Greenfield kids," answered Peace. "We were just trying one of my melons when we heard what you said. We"ve got some fine ones in our garden, and I"ll sell them cheap. They b"long to me. I planted sweet-pea seeds and they came up."
The man roared, the young ladies giggled, and then one of them said sweetly, "Have you some of your melon left so we can see what it is like?"
"Yes," responded Peace, diving into the brush and dragging forth the untouched half, covered with her dirty handkerchief. "Here it is. You can eat it. Allee and me are "most full now. Oh, it"s black with ants!
Never mind, just brush them off; they won"t change the taste any."
But though the ladies admired the ripe red fruit, they seemed to have no appet.i.te for it, and Henry was the only one of the party who sampled it.
"It"s lick.u.m good," he announced, after the first mouthful. "Better have some, girls. No? Well, I shall lug this piece back with us for refreshments. Say, Curly-locks, are all your melons as big as that?"
"Bigger--that is, most of them are. Mrs. Grinnell is going to take two in to the Fair, but there are twenty-one big ones besides. I mean twenty. This is the twenty-oneth."
They laughed again, and Henry proposed, "Let"s go over and see them anyway. If we can"t find the melons, we can have a good time today at least."
"Just as you say," chorused the girls; and bundling the soiled, sticky children into the carriage with them, they drove on to the little brown house.
As the team drew up in front of the gate the group of workers on the porch started to their feet in surprise, but Peace called, "Go on with your sewing! This is my company! They are going to look at my twenty watermelons to see if they are any good; and then I am going to charge them five dollars for them."
The laughing young people came up the walk to meet the embarra.s.sed mistress of the house, and the situation was briefly explained. "Our League is planning for a lawn social tomorrow night," said one young lady.
"Ice-cream and cake," added the second.
"With watermelons for a side-dish," the young man put in.
"And we thought we could get better melons if we came out here in the country to buy them," said the fourth member of the party.
"The melon patch belongs to Peace," Gail told them. "We think she has some pretty good fruit. Come this way and see for yourself."