"That"s not very polite," observed the old lady, dryly. Which so added to Joel"s confusion, that he folded his small brown hands together tightly, with a wild idea of springing off down the long stairs and out of the big house--but Mamsie. Oh, he couldn"t do it! So he sat still, hardly daring to breathe.
"However, it doesn"t signify, since you are here," Madam Van Ruypen went on, her eyes twinkling, which, of course, Joel couldn"t see, as he didn"t dare to look up. Then she burst out suddenly into a laugh, long and loud, from which it seemed so difficult for her to get free, that at last Joel tore his gaze off from the carpet and stared at her in terror.
"Oh, I"m through," said the old lady, wiping her eyes; "dear me, and I haven"t laughed so for many a day. No, no, Lizette," to the French maid, who popped in her white-capped head at the unwonted noise, "I"m not going to have a fit. Go back to your work. Now then, Joel, do you know what I wanted to see you for, and the errand that made me take all the trouble to call on you the other day?"
"No"m," said Joel, all his misery returning, and hanging his head again.
"Well, you see, I was in great trouble."
Joel looked up quickly. Then his head fell again, to think how he had acted--and she, the rich old Madam Van Ruypen, in trouble! In the first place he couldn"t believe his ears; but worse than ever it was for him that he had been bad at such a time.
"The _greatest_ trouble," said the old lady, whereat Joel"s chin went lower yet, and his hands twisted together miserably.
"You see Ben, who is the really sensible one among you Peppers," said Madam Van Ruypen, bluntly, "and the one I rely on, wasn"t at home. And to think I had gotten myself into such a sc.r.a.pe. Joel, you can"t think, I was just about frantic!" She leaned forward, resting both hands on her knees.
"Oh, what was it? What was it?" cried Joel, forgetting all else except this dreadful thing that had happened to her, and, hopping off from his chair, he ran over to her, clutching her morning gown with excited fingers.
Madam Van Ruypen put both strong hands on his shoulders. "I"d gone and written to that washerwoman up in the country to send down some of her children for a visit here. Think of that, Joel Pepper; I must have been crazy!"
Joel drew a long breath, his black eyes fastened on her face.
"And I don"t know any more what to do with children, nor what to say to them, for that matter," declared the old lady, dropping her hands in her lap, "than--" she cast her eyes about the apartment, "that table there,"
bringing them up to the nearest article.
"So I went for you in my trouble," she continued--Joel, not thinking of anything to say, wisely keeping still. "You understand, Joel," with a keen glance at him, "you aren"t anyway to be compared with Ben, but seeing I couldn"t get him, and two of the three children that are coming are boys, why, I had to make you do to help me out."
"Are some boys coming?" asked Joel, finding his tongue.
"Yes," said the old lady. "Oh, didn"t I tell you? I wrote to the mother to send the two biggest boys and one girl--I couldn"t take any more than one girl, but she"ll be a quiet, gentle little thing, of course, and keep the boys civilized. That"s what I wanted her for."
"Ugh!" exclaimed Joel in great disgust, and digging the toes of one foot well into the thick carpet.
"Oh, she won"t trouble you, Joel," said the old lady, confidently; "she"ll want to play with dolls all the time. I will keep her supplied.
And if she should get discontented, why I"ll ask Polly what to do. But what I want to know from you, Joel, is, will you help me out with those boys?"
Madam Van Ruypen grasped him again by the shoulders to look him squarely in the face. "Will you, Joel?"
"Pip is coming home with Ben and Jasper," said Joel, irrelevantly.
"What? Not that boy who almost killed Jasper King?" cried Madam Van Ruypen, and letting her hands again fall, this time in sheer astonishment.
"He didn"t," contradicted Joel, bluntly.
"Well, he was the cause of it, anyway," said the old lady, inconsequently, "so never mind, we won"t waste words about him. I wouldn"t have believed that Mr. King would do such a thing. Dear me, I shouldn"t want ever to see the boy again."
"Well, Grandpapa does," said Joel, bobbing his black head, ""cause he"s going to bring him; an" I"m glad of it."
"Well, supposing this boy, this Pip, does come," said Madam Van Ruypen, much discomfited, "what of it? That won"t make any difference about helping me out with these two dreadful ones I"ve gone and fastened myself up with. Now will you do it, Joel? You must."
"I"ve got to help about Pip," said Joel, reluctantly.
"Pip! Well, who cares about your Pip?" began the old lady in an autocratic way.
"I"ve got to help about Pip," said Joel again, and beginning to back slowly away from her.
"See here, Joel!" she exclaimed in alarm, and seizing the end of his blouse, "you won"t refuse to help me? Just think of it, I don"t in the least know what to say to boys, let alone entertaining them--and they"re coming, Joel Pepper, they actually are!"
She dropped the blouse-end and wrung her hands together. "And that minister is going to send them along. Like enough they"ll get here to-day, although he hasn"t telegraphed yet. And what shall I do, in Heaven"s name!" She was so nervous by this time that it was impossible for her to sit still, so she got off from her chair and began to pace up and down the room, with long, excited steps.
"I"ve got to help about Pip," said Joel again, and standing quite still by her deserted chair.
"Well, don"t you say that again," commanded the old lady in an angry tone, and not pausing in her walk. "Help about your Pip if you want to, Joel Pepper. I"m sure I don"t care if your Grandfather is foolish enough to burden himself with that dreadful boy. And I guess I"ll telegraph to Mr. what"s-his-name--the minister--oh, St. John, to keep those children back. They can stay in their poor old cabin for all me. I can"t have them here," and she turned off to the writing-table.
"Oh, no, don"t, don"t," screamed Joel, flying after her. "I"ll help you.
Let "em come--I will!"
"No, you don"t want to," said the old lady, perversely. "I see it in your face, Joel." She turned and looked at him keenly. "It"s no use, those children can"t get this chance. They must stay at home."
"Let them come," howled Joel. Then he laid hold of her gown and blubbered into it. "O dear! _Please_ let "em come!"
Just then in came Hooper, who appeared not to notice the astonishing state of things as he held out to his mistress a yellow envelope, and then discreetly retired.
"It"s well you promised, Joel," said Madam Van Ruypen, grimly, throwing down the yellow sheet, which she tore out of the envelope, "and it was just in the nick of time. Those children are on the way, and will be here this afternoon."
Meantime an express train from another direction was rapidly bearing the party from the Presbrey School. And at this identical minute Pip was pressing his thin little face against the window-pane, as he had slipped from his parlor chair to rest his tired legs. "What would it be like to go to Ben"s house and be with him all the time?" For Pip never for a moment lost sight of the fact that it was Ben, and Ben alone, who was all the world to him.
He stood so for some minutes, his gaze idly resting on the flying landscape, of which he could not have told a single feature. Then he gave a long sigh and glanced longingly across the aisle at Ben, comfortable in his chair over a book, for Jasper was asleep in the chair ahead. Besides, he wasn"t to be talked to, so the doctor had given orders, on the home journey.
"Hey--what is it?" Ben in turning a page happened to glance up and catch a glimpse of the earnest little eyes.
"Nothing," Pip tried to say, but he made no success of it.
"Oh, come over here," said Ben, in a low voice, because of Jasper. And tossing aside the book, he crowded Pip in next to his window. "Now then, sir, what is it?"
"Nothing," said Pip, in a joyful little way. He could say it now, as he had what he wanted--Ben to himself.
Ben leaned over and picked up his book. "You can have a nice time looking out of the window, eh, Pip?"
"Yes," said Pip, but his thin little face fell, and he turned it away to cast a dismal glance on what he didn"t care in the least to see.
Ben found his place in the book and plunged in. Was Bob really to be pursued by the shark, or would the good sailor who had befriended him before, save him now? He read on--whirled a page--what was that, a sigh?
He glanced quickly around his book, and took one look at Pip. "Oh, say,"
he broke out, and down the book went to the floor, "what shall we do now, I wonder?"
"Do you mean it; are we going to do anything, Ben?" cried Pip, in a joyful voice, and whirling around in great excitement.
"Yes--hush, we might wake Jasper," warned Ben, but he smiled into the happy little face. "It must be something quiet, you know." He threw his arm around the small figure and drew it down beside him on the parlor chair. "There"s room enough for us both, isn"t there?" he said pleasantly.