"Well, stop pinching me," demanded Matthew, dropping his hand with the letter in his lap to turn a pair of indignant black eyes upon her.
"I didn"t," said Matilda, but she ducked nevertheless; "it was Jane."
"Oh, what a story; I didn"t neither," said Jane, with round eyes at her.
"Well, do you get right straight down, Matilda Hansell. You ain"t goin"
to look over, now."
"I won"t get down. And I will look too," declared Matilda, savagely.
"Let"s see you." With that Matthew shifted his seat on the floor; seeing which, Jane nimbly slipped into Matilda"s place.
"Oh, now, that"s my place, Jane Hansell," cried Matilda, with a very red face and blazing eyes.
"No, "tain"t," said Matthew, "that"s Jane"s. Now you keep still, or I"ll put you out along with Elviry."
"I"ll tell Mother you put Elviry out," said Matilda, with venom.
"Well, you needn"t," said Matthew, composedly; "an" she ain"t cold, "cause Luke"s took her out Mammy"s big shawl. I seen him."
""Mrs. Hansell,"" and he fell to reading the letter again. ""I re-mem, m-e-m,"--yes, that"s it,--"ber, b-e-r--remember you did my wash--washing last summer. You a-p-p-e-a-r-e-d--"" Matthew scratched his head, looked sideways at the word, then full in front, with great determination, then gave it up as a bad job, and slid over it, hoping the children wouldn"t notice it.
"Elviry"d read that," said Matilda, "as quick"s anythin"."
""To have a g-r-e-a-t great many c-h-i-l-d-r-e-n, so I t-h-o-u-g-h-t,""--again Matthew scratched his head and gave great diligence to the word, but was forced to relinquish it also, plunging on,--""I would send you a box."" That was plain enough, especially as the box was there before them. ""Some of the a-r-t-i-c-l-e-s--" What in the world is that?" cried Matthew, in despair.
"Go on," cried Matilda; "p"raps the rest will tell."
So Matthew hastened on, ""are s-e-l-e-c-t-e-d--"" Here Matthew felt obliged to omit two lines. ""The o-v-e-r-c-o-a-t,""--somehow Matthew knew by intuition what that spelt,--""and the red t-i-p-p-e-t are for your biggest boy--"" Down went the letter to the floor, to be pounced on by Matilda"s greedy fingers. Matthew, regardless of this, swept Jane aside, and pawing each bundle this way and that, twitched the strings off, making havoc generally in the piles of presents.
""Tain"t here; she"s forgotten to send it," he howled, and, "biggest boy" though he was, he threw himself flat on the floor and cried as hard as he could. Everybody stopped in dismay to hear him.
"Hee-hee-hee!" giggled a voice close to the broken window-pane. Elvira flapped up both arms in the overcoat sleeves, and bobbed her head, tied up in the red tippet.
"Oh!" screamed all the children in such a voice that Matthew raised his head a minute. The next he was flinging wide the crazy old door.
"Don"t you wish you may get "em?" screamed Elvira, making quick time off up the bank, and flapping the coat sleeves derisively.
"That"s mine, that coat and tippet!" screamed Matthew, flying after her; "mine--_mine_!"
XV
THE MINISTER LOOKS AFTER HIS PARISHIONERS
Matilda, clutching the precious letter in her greedy fingers, said quite importantly, "Now, children, you can come and look over me while I read it."
"Children!" snorted Mark, in a fury. "I"m twice as big as you. Give that letter here, Tilly Hansell," making a dash for it.
"I ain"t a-goin" to, ain"t, ain"t," screamed Matilda, in a fright, and commencing a mad rush around the kitchen. Then, seeing Mark gaining on her, and Jane running to head her off and deliver her up to him, she turned suddenly and flung the letter into the little widow"s lap, where she still crouched on the floor.
"It"s Mammy"s letter, anyway; "tain"t yours," she cried triumphantly.
"Mammy, can"t I read it?" cried Mark, throwing himself down by her side, and spreading his red, chapped hand over the letter.
"Read what?" said Mrs. Hansell, lifting her dazed face.
"Your letter. "Twas in the box," said Mark, clapping his other hand on it, too, and keeping a sharp lookout for Matilda"s next move.
"Mayn"t I? I had it before he did, Mammy." Matilda flung herself down by the little woman"s side. "Mark"s awful mean--he"s always pickin" and grabbin"."
"I don"t know what you mean, children," said the little widow, turning perplexed eyes from one to the other.
"Well, I"ll tell you," cried Mark. "Now keep still, Matilda. You"ve got a letter, Mammy, in the box, and mayn"t I read it?"
"I"ve got a letter?" repeated little Mrs. Hansell, in a bewildered way.
"Yes, yes," cried Matilda, impatiently. "Now, Mark Hansell, it"s mine; I had it first." With that she slapped his red hands with her two little fists. "Anyhow, I"ll keep mine on top of yours," suiting the action to the words.
"You won"t get the letter," said Mark, with a grin, flattening his hands tightly over it. "Mammy, mayn"t I read it? Do hurry an" say yes. Tilly"s actin" just awful."
"I"ve got a letter?" repeated Mrs. Hansell, looking around the old kitchen. When her glance reached the big box, and pile of bundles scattered about, she clasped her hands and burst into tears. "It"s too good to be true," she cried; "I can"t believe it."
"Why, the box is there. See it," and Mark unguardedly hopped to his feet, ran up to it, and slapped it triumphantly with a resounding thwack.
"There--Mark Hansell, I"ve got it!" He turned to see Matilda, too excited to keep still, waving the letter, and hopping from one foot to the other. When she saw Mark coming, she wisely took refuge under her mother"s arm, within which she tucked the letter, gripped fast in her hand.
Mrs. Hansell sat up suddenly. "Did you say there was a letter come in that box?" she demanded, unwonted energy coming into her pale, tired eyes.
"Yes, I"ve been a-tellin" you so for ever so long," said Mark, in great chagrin, "an" now Tilly"s grabbed it away from me."
"I didn"t; I had it before," said Matilda, squirming up tightly to her mother.
"Give me that letter," said her mother.
Matilda, with anxious eyes on Mark, set the letter, now much wrinkled, in her mother"s thin hand, and held her breath in suspense.
"Well, as Matthew ain"t here," casting a glance around the kitchen, "you"re the next biggest, Mark, so you may read it," at last said Mrs.
Hansell.
"Ow!" grumbled Matilda, very much discomfited.
Mark, too jubilant to get the letter, wasted no time in his triumph, but, sitting down on the floor in front of his mother, spread it out, and began his attempt to find out what it said. Jane came up and planted herself by his side.
""Mrs. Hansell,"" read Mark, quite fluently.