"Quit! quit!" he cried, stretching his neck with an angry gobble.
Aunt Jane had come to the door to shake the table-cloth. She stood a moment, sniffing the warm spring air, and peering up at the pink peach-tree buds through her spectacles.
"Quit! quit!" cried the turkey again, and his angry voice attracted her attention.
"Well, Mary Ann," she exclaimed, "I just wish you"d see what that boy"s a-doin"! It isn"t for me to say, but if he was _mine_, he"d not go around barefoot this kind of weather. Next thing will be croup. You"d better "tend to him."
"Meddlesome old thing!" muttered Jode, disrespectfully, throwing a chip at the gobbler. "Both of you had to go and tell."
The table-cloth whisked into the kitchen, followed by the complaining voice, and soon after his mother came to the door and called him.
"Have you fed the calves, Joseph?"
"Yes"m."
"And filled the chip-basket?"
"Almost."
"Then hurry, my son; it is nearly school-time."
"I say, ma," he began, "can"t I go barefooted? It"s plenty warm, and lots of the boys do."
"Why, no, child," she answered. "I told you the other day not to think of such a thing for another month at least. Put on your shoes immediately, and don"t let me hear another word about it. It"s of no use to tease."
Jode knew that, perfectly. In all the ten years of his varied experiences, it never had been of any use. Now, although the feet that slipped back into the red stockings and stout shoes were very loath to go, they went slowly but surely in.
"Wish"t I was an Indian," he said, as he went through the orchard, balancing his geography on his head and swinging his lunch-basket, while the dog frisked around him. He had a queer way of talking to himself. "I could stay out-doors all the time then, and never have to go to school.
Indians have a better time than anybody, "thout it"s dogs. O Penny, ain"t you glad you"re a dog?"
The first bell was just beginning to ring when he went through the gate at the end of the lane, so he had plenty of time to stop when he reached Squire Hooper"s barn, and look at the flaming show-bills with which it was covered.
Johnny Harris was there ahead of him, and he noticed, with a pang of envy, that his feet were bare, and that his stubby toes were digging up the soft earth, as he stood looking at the pictures.
"_I"m_ goin" to the show," announced Jode, proudly. "Our hired man said he"d take me if I"d pay. Pa always pays me every spring for dropping corn, so I"ll have more than enough."
Johnny did not say anything, for his father was the drunken shoemaker of the little settlement, and the cross-road tavern took all their spare pennies. He stood and looked with longing eyes at the pictures of the animals. He knew what a stir there would be circus-day. How the wagons would begin to rattle along the roads at daylight from all directions; and how the band would play in town; and the frightened country horses would prance, and the crowds of people would block the streets to see the long, gay procession. But it would be six miles away, and he would miss it all.
While they looked at the side-show pictures,--the fat woman and the two-headed man and the African giant,--the second bell began to ring and away they raced to the schoolhouse. In his haste Jode left his geography on the gate-post by Squire Hooper"s barn, and never thought of it again until after the noon-hour, when they came tramping in from the playground.
"You are very careless, Joseph," said the teacher. "Sit with Harris to study, and don"t let it happen again, sir."
The boys put their heads together behind the map of the New England States, and began studying their boundaries.
"Let"s begin with the littlest," whispered Jode. "And don"t you talk to me, old fellow; I don"t want to be kept in again after school. Rhode Island is bounded on the north by Ma.s.sachusetts, on the east by--"
"Oh, say," interrupted Johnny, "I"ve got some field-mice in a box at home. I was going to bring them to-day, but was afraid the teacher would take "em away. They"re the cunningest little things! Come over after school and I"ll show "em to you."
"All right," whispered Jode, with one eye on the teacher. "On the north by Ma.s.sachusetts, on the east by Ma.s.sachusetts and Atlantic Ocean, on the south by--"
"Oh gracious! look there!" interrupted Johnny again. "Look at Boney Woods! What"s he a-doin"?"
Boney had his book propped up in front of him. His head was bowed studiously over his lesson, but his lesson was farthest from his thoughts. He had cut a piece of leather from the top of his boot-leg, and was making a pair of spectacles.
"Oh, never mind him. Come on, and let"s learn this. I"ve got through half the day all right, and don"t want to spoil it all now. Rhode Island is bounded on the north by Ma.s.sachusetts, on the east by Ma.s.sachusetts and Atlantic Ocean, on the south by Atlantic--"
"I say, Jode," interrupted his seat-mate, "I can pick up three marbles at a time with my toes."
"So could I," answered Jode, "if I didn"t have my shoes on."
"Bet you couldn"t!"
"Bet I could!"
"Take "em off and try," coaxed Johnny.
"Well, I"ll just show you," retorted Jode.
There was a cla.s.s in algebra at the board, and the teacher was very busy explaining some problem. "Let _x_ equal the length of the fish," he was saying. Jode raised his foot carefully and began to untie his shoe.
"And let _y_ equal the length of its tail," continued the teacher, completely absorbed in the problem.
In a moment the shoe slipped off noiselessly, and Johnny put three of his largest marbles in a row on a crack in the floor.
"Aw, that ain"t fair," said Jode. "You can"t pick up that big Pompey yourself. Put down three little grays."
Johnny grumbled, but made the change, and Jode triumphantly picked them up with his toes.
"There," said he. "What did I tell you?" Just then one of the marbles began to slip. He tried to regain his hold, and all three of them dropped noisily, and went rolling across the floor.
The teacher turned quickly, and his eyes fell, not on Johnny and Jode, but on Boney Woods, who had finished the spectacles and put them on, and was now lolling out his tongue, and making hideous faces at the smaller children.
So intent was he on this, that he did not know he was being watched, until the awful stillness that had settled over the noisy room warned him that something was the matter. Then he faced around in his seat in great haste, to make the discovery that he was the centre of attraction.
"Are you quite through with your little exhibition, Bonaparte?" asked the teacher. "Come here! Just as you are--don"t take them off."
Poor Boney went up with fear and trembling.
"I"ll settle with you after school, sir. Take a seat on the platform and study your lesson."
Boney stumbled to his place, and sat looking at his book, with hot, briny tears stealing down under the huge spectacles. From past experiences he had learned too well what that meant. The school settled down into almost breathless silence, and the guilty couple began to study violently.
"I can"t get my shoe laced up without his seeing me," whispered Jode, presently.
"Oh, leave it off," begged Johnny, "and slip the other one off, too. It feels awful good to get rid of shoes." He stretched out his ten little brown toes, and surveyed them with a satisfied air. "See them feet?" he asked. "Them old feet don"t care for nothing but gla.s.s. They can stand rocks or anything. Why, in summer, I can tramp down the th.o.r.n.i.e.s.t kind of bushes, blackberryin", and never mind the briars a bit."
"Aw, I wouldn"t be such a brag," responded Jode. Nevertheless, he silenced the inward voice that reminded him of his mother"s command, and followed his little friend"s example.