"Oh, yes, they will," said Ben. "Come, let"s get your ball. Where"s your room?"
So Pip, seeing that he was to have company all the way, led off somehow to his room, and the little wads of candy were placed in the bureau drawer. Once the ball was in Ben"s hands he managed to follow him to a corner of the playground where, without any more words, Ben soon had him throwing and catching in such a rapid fashion there was no time for tears or anything else but the business in hand.
Meantime the boy they had met on the long path had marched off, very angry at having been spoken to by such a common-looking person in company with Pip, whom n.o.body had liked from the first, certainly not after the injury to their favorite, King. And nursing his wrath he projected himself into the cla.s.s room where the heads of the boys were still at the windows.
"Something must be done with that Pip!" he fumed, throwing down his book on the first desk.
"What"s the poor chap done now?" cried Tim, turning off from his window quite readily, as there was nothing more to be seen. "Can"t you let up on him, Bony?"
"No," said Bony, called short for Bonaparte, much to his distress, for the great air which he a.s.sumed he fondly hoped was to bring him distinction, "and none of us ought to."
"It wasn"t the poor little beggar"s fault that King got hurt," said Tim, thrusting his hands in his pockets and lounging over toward Bony, "and we ought to remember that."
"Don"t preach," cried Bony, derisively. "Well, he is such an insufferable little cad!" he brought up in disgust. "And that country lout--Great guns! how did that fellow dare to address me?" With that he began to fume up and down the room, puffing out his chest at every step.
"Has any one dared to speak to our Bony?" cried Tim, throwing his head back and blowing out his cheeks, in step and manner imitating as much as his long figure could, as he followed the other one down between the rows of desks.
"See here, now, Tim," Bony turned suddenly amid the roars of the delighted boys, "you quit that now," and he doubled up his fists in a rage.
"Excuse me, your high mightiness, if I object to being crushed," said Tim, coolly, and folding his fists, which were long and muscular like the rest of his body. "Now, then, Bony, if you like."
But Bony didn"t like, taking refuge in, "You"re no gentleman," and turning his back.
"I suppose not," said Tim, coolly, and regarding his fists affectionately, "but I don"t see why these wouldn"t do. I really can"t see, Bony, why you object to them; they"re a good pair."
"What"s the row, anyway?" The boys, not to be balked out of all the fun, seeing that Bony would not fight, crowded around him. "What"s upset you, Bony?"
"Enough to disturb any one," he cried, glad to vent injured feelings on something. "A common country fellow just now spoke to me on the long path; fancy that, will you? I never saw him in my life, and he took it upon himself to give me advice about Pip."
"What?" cried ever so many of the boys.
"Yes, just fancy. And there I had just come from seeing Mr. King," here Bony threw out his chest again and looked big. "I"d had a long talk with him; his father knew my father very well, _very_ well indeed, and he wants me to meet Ben Pepper that he brought here yesterday," and Bony paused to see the effect on his auditors.
"Well, you"ve met him," said one boy. Some of the others gave a long whistle.
"No such thing," retorted Bony. "I wasn"t with your crowd when he got here last night," he added superciliously. "This is quite different,--quite in the social way,--and his grandfather is going to introduce us."
"You won"t need any introduction," said Tim, with a chuckle. "Hush up, boys," for the room was in an uproar of cat-calls and peals of laughter.
"Yes, I will, too," said Bony, in a superior way, "for I never speak unless properly introduced. My set never does."
"Well, you"ve broken your rule for once then," said Tim, in a hush now, every boy holding himself in check to lose no word, "for that country lout with Pip was Ben Pepper."
Bony sat down on the nearest desk, his chest sank in, and he groped feebly with his hands, mumbling something--what, the boys couldn"t have told, even if the babel that now set up around him had been less. And Mr. Sterrett coming in, and the other boys rushing out, he was presently asked if he were ill.
"No, sir," said Bony, getting up from the desk; "oh, no, sir, I--I only sat down a minute," and he slipped out, leaving his Bonaparte air behind him.
But if the boys didn"t have any more fun with Bony, they did with the ball game going on between the two over in the playground corner, which they soon spied, and off they rushed there.
"Let us in, Pepper, will you?" cried Tim, his long legs getting there first.
"Sure," said Ben, his round cheeks all aglow with the exercise. "Now then, Pip, wait a bit," the ball just then getting ready to fly from the thin little hand.
Pip paused, his small pasty-colored face, that without having gained any color had quieted down from its nervousness, now took on a fresh alarm, and he looked ready to run.
"They"re all going to play with us," said Ben, looking around brightly on the group as the other boys rushed up. "Now, then, Pip, we"ll have a splendid game!"
"Yes, we"ll play," cried the boys, in different keys. And before long the whole playground resounded with shouts of enjoyment. Ben couldn"t play the most scientific game according to their rules, but he was a capital pitcher, and he took all errors in a st.u.r.dy good humor that kept things jolly. Altogether, by the time the game was over, everybody in it had voted that Pepper was worthy to be King"s friend.
"You"ll have that little chap at your heels every minute, after this,"
Tim nodded over toward Pip, who was running after, having lingered behind a bit to get his ball, as Ben struck off on the path leading to Master Presbrey"s house.
"All right, let him come," said Ben.
"He"ll be an awful nuisance," said Tim; "take my advice, Pepper, and drop him now."
"Can"t," said Ben, "can"t oblige," and his fingers closed on the thin little ones crowding into them, as Pip ran up to his other side.
"And I think any one who wants to please Jasper," said Ben,--he hated to preach, but it must be done,--"had better take up this chap."
Tim coughed and stuck his hands deeply in his pockets.
"I"m going down this way," said Ben, striking off on a side path, and he marched off with pip.
"I never knew such a chap," Tim waited for a crowd of the boys who had joined in the game to come up; "he"s been here a little more than one day, and he leads us all by the nose. Boys, we"ve just got to take up that Pip, and we might as well do it handsomely as not."
IX
WHAT A HOME-COMING
Van sprang off the car steps and rushed up tumultuously to Polly in the midst of the group come down to the railroad station to meet the boys.
"O dear," he grumbled in a loud voice, "now we can"t have any Christmas at all."
"Hulloa, Van--Hulloa, Percy." Pickering Dodge tried his best to cover this remark by an extra amount of hilarity, as he clapped each of the boys smartly on the back. "Well, you"re an awful long time in getting here--I should say half an hour late."
"For shame, Van!" cried Percy at his heels, and edging off toward Polly.
"For shame?" repeated Van, hotly; "well, that"s no more than you"ve been saying on the train,--"we can"t have any Christmas,"--and you know it, Percy Whitney."
"Stop that, you little beggar." Pickering"s long arm got possession of Van, who, instead of occupying the vantage-ground of first arrival, had now the vexation of seeing Percy in that coveted position.
"Why did you pull me back?" he cried in a small fury at hearing the bustle and excitement of the group he had just left so summarily.