"I s"pose I will have to take them after Gail"s lecture," Peace sighed dismally, "but I"ll never put "em on--never!"
Delighted with her candor and rebel spirit, he said, after a brief pause, "Well, now, I mean them for a Christmas present, Peace, and I"d like mighty well for you to wear them. If they are too small, come next summer, I will get them changed for you. Will you take them?"
"Y--e--s."
"And be friends?"
Peace hesitated. "Friends are square with each other, ain"t they?"
"I reckon they are."
"Then I don"t see how we can be friends," she said firmly.
"Why not?" His face was blank with surprise; and his wife, who had been a silent spectator of the scene, laughed outright.
""Cause you owe us a dollar and a half for picking strawberries last summer, and if you don"t pay it, you ain"t square with us, are you?"
"Well, I swan!" he mumbled. Then he, too, laughed, and thrusting his hand into his pocket, drew out a handful of silver. "Here are six silver quarters, a dollar and fifty cents. That settles our account, doesn"t it?"
"Yes."
"And I"ve treated you on the square?"
"Yes."
"And you will come sit on my lap?"
"I don"t s"pose it will do any hurt," she answered grudgingly, for she had not yet adjusted herself to this new friendship with her one-time enemy, but she went to him slowly and permitted to lift her to his knee.
"There, now," he said, settling her comfortably. "That"s more like it!
Now that I have settled my account with you, tell me what you are going to do about the money you owe me?"
"Dave!" interposed little Mrs. Hartman, but he laughingly waved her aside.
"What money that I owe you?" gasped poor Peace, the rosy color dying from her face.
"Didn"t you dump twenty boxes of my strawberries into the chicken yard last summer?"
"Y--e--s."
"Those berries sold for twenty cents a box. Twenty times twenty is four dollars. You spoiled four dollars" worth of berries, Peace Greenfield.
Are you being square with me?"
The child sat dumb with despair, and seeing the tragedy in the great, brown eyes, Mrs. Hartman again said, remonstratingly, "Dave!"
"Hush, Myra Ann," he commanded. "This is between Peace and me. If we are to be friends, we must be square with each other, you know."
There was a desperate struggle, and then Peace laid the shining quarters back in his hand, saying bravely, "Here"s my first payment. I haven"t the rest now, but if you will wait until I earn it, I"ll pay it all back. I will have Hope figure up just how much I owe you, so"s I will know for sure. Can you wait? Maybe you will let me pick strawberries next summer until I get it paid up. Will you? "Cause what money I get this winter I"d like to give to Gail for a coat. She has to wear Faith"s jacket now whenever she goes anywhere, and, of course, two people can"t wear one coat at the same time."
"No, they can"t," he answered soberly, with a suspicion of a tremble in his voice. "Is that what you meant to do with this money?"
"Yes. Gail got a dollar for Christmas, and I thought this would "most make enough to buy a good coat for her. She needs one dreadfully."
Mr. Hartman slipped the money into the grimy fist again, cleared his throat and then said, "Now, I"ve got a plan. You keep this dollar and fifty cents for your work last summer, and when the strawberries are ripe again, we"ll see about your picking some more to pay for the spoiled ones. Is that all right?"
"Yes," cried Peace, giving a delighted little jump. "You aren"t near bad, are you?"
"I hope not," he replied with a queer laugh. "Can you give me a kiss, do you suppose?"
"If you will skin me a rabbit," she answered promptly.
"If I"ll what?" he yelled in amazement, almost dropping her from his lap.
"Skin me a rabbit. Wink.u.m and Blink.u.m are starving to death--Faith says so--and they really don"t seem as fat as when Bryan gave them to me; so if we can save them by eating them up, we better do it. Don"t you think so?"
"Well, now, that might be a good idea," he answered slowly, for he regarded rabbits as a nuisance, and was not anxious to see any such pests in his neighborhood. "Stewed rabbit makes a pretty good dish, too."
"That"s what I had heard. Will you skin them for me?"
"Yep, any time you say so."
"All right, I"ll get them now and we will have them for dinner."
She was off like a flash before he could say another word, returning almost immediately with the squirming rabbits in her ap.r.o.n, and he dressed them carefully. By the time the long process was finished her face was very sober, and she offered no objections when he claimed two kisses instead of one as his reward, but gathering up the hapless bunnies, she departed for home.
"Here"s our Christmas dinner, Gail," she announced, dumping her burden onto the cluttered kitchen table. "I wish it had been chicken, but Mr.
Hartman says stewed rabbit is real good."
"Where did you get these?" demanded Gail, surmising the truth.
"They are Wink.u.m and Blink.u.m. Mr. Hartman undressed them for me. I got my shoes back, and here"s the strawberry money for your new coat, Gail."
As clearly as possible she made her explanations, and went away to put up the tennis slippers, leaving dismayed Gail to face the unique situation.
"What can I do?" she cried, almost in tears.
"Get yourself a new coat, if you can find one for the price," answered Faith, listlessly scrubbing a panful of turnips for dinner.
"I don"t mean the coat. I had scarcely thought of the money. I mean the rabbits."
"Cook them! People eat rabbits."
"But these were pets."
"They are dead now. You might as well use them as to throw them away. We have no turkey or chicken for dinner."
Gail shivered, but obediently cut up the rabbits and put them on the stove to cook, mentally resolving not to eat a bite of them herself.
The morning hours flew rapidly by, the dinner was done at last, and the hungry girls were scrambling into their chairs when Faith cried sharply, "Hope, you have set seven plates!"