"_Ow!_" Mark and Luke both gave a howl together and darted off toward the pile of bundles.
"Come back this minute," demanded the little widow, sharply. "And, oh, sir, would you mind reading real smart like," she said to the minister, ""cause we can"t wait much longer to see what"s in them bundles." She was twisting her ap.r.o.n-end now with nervous fingers, and a red spot mounted to either thin cheek.
"Indeed, I will," said the young man, obligingly. "Well, let me see, where was I? Oh,--"The other things you will know quite well how to dispose of.
""Now I wish you to allow me to have three of your children--your two oldest boys and one girl--to stay a few weeks at my house. This will help you, and I do not doubt that I shall get some amus.e.m.e.nt out of it.
The girl will make the boys behave, I feel quite sure. You may choose which daughter; it makes no difference to me. Ask Mr. St. John, the minister, you know, to put them on the train under the care of the conductor, and then to telegraph me. I enclose a check for all expenses.
And I wish you all a Merry Christmas.
""HENRIETTA VAN RUYPEN,"
"Well, well, well." The Rev. Mr. St. John spread the letter on his knee, then fell to stroking his chin, where he was fondly expecting a beard some fine day. "To think of that old money bags," he was going to say, but pulled himself up in time.
"I did do her washing," the little widow was standing in front of him, still twitching her ap.r.o.n-end, "and she was awful cross, and--"
"Well, something has happened to change her," said the minister, "there"s no denying. As I remember last summer, she was not a pleasant person to talk to."
"An" that she wasn"t," said Mrs. Hansell. "She was that partik"ler "bout a cent in change. But that box--" she stopped and turned her eyes over toward it.
"Yes, the box, and the invitation for the children to visit her," said the minister. "You can"t get around these facts without believing she"s entirely changed."
"The what?" said the little widow.
"Why, the invitation for the children, at least three of them, to visit her," said the young man.
"An" where"d she say that, if you please?"
"Why, I just read it to you," he said, a trifle impatiently.
"Oh, no, excuse me, sir." The poor woman"s head was now turning from side to side in bewilderment; the children, who had understood as little, beginning to clamor l.u.s.tily for the bundles to be opened.
Upon this the Rev. Mr. St. John said, "Stop, this moment!" bringing down his foot, "Just as he slaps the Bible," whispered Elvira, who had been to church one eventful Sunday. "I will read it to you again," which he did.
"And now, what have you done with the check?"
"Check? I don"t know what you mean," said the little widow, utterly incapable of understanding anything more after that invitation!
"Why, the check,--dear me,--the money she sent."
"She hasn"t sent me no money. She paid me for the washing when she was here," said Mrs. Hansell.
"I mean the money she sent in the letter," he shook it at her; "the paper check to pay for the children"s railroad fare. Where is it?"
"I hain"t seen no money," said Mrs. Hansell, putting up her hand uncertainly to her poor bewildered head.
Thereupon the minister decided to take matters into his own hands. So getting off from his chair, "Children," he said, "not one of these bundles can be opened until we find something that has been dropped out of this letter. A little strip of paper."
"I guess Susan"s et it," said Elvira, cheerfully.
"Oh, no, that cannot be."
"Yes, "tis," she defied him, "she"s been eatin" paper just awful."
"Well, look for it as hard as you can. I"ll help you." The minister dropped to all fours, and together they all looked over the papers and bundles strewn in confusion around the big box. No strip of paper was to be seen.
"This is very dreadful," said the Rev. Mr. St. John, at last, getting up to his feet, and snapping off the wisps of straw from his clothes, which he was glad to reflect were not his best ones.
"Now can"t we open the bundles?" screamed Matilda.
"Yes, can"t we? can"t we?" begged the others, except Matthew, who was wholly concerned in himself and his new attire.
"Everythin"s out of the old box," said Mark, giving it a kick.
"Yes, everythin"," said Elvira, taking a flying leap past it, and peering in once more, ""cept an old sc.r.a.p o" paper." She dived into its depths and brought up a long, thin strip, which she waved disdainfully before casting it off. At sight of which, the minister sprang and twisted it out of her hands. "Oh, the check! Well, I _am_ thankful that"s found!"
But this fell on careless ears after all. For was not the opening of the wonderful bundles at last to be allowed! And for the next half hour nothing was heard but the tearing of paper, the bursting of string, and the howls of delight from the young brood and the half-frightened, tearful e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns from the little mother. No one stopped in the process of unfolding the treasures, except to dig the teeth into a cracker or a bun, too hungry to wait.
"Tea, Mammy!" Mark bundled a package that spilt half its contents into his mother"s lap, then rushed back for more treasures.
"Thank the Lord!" she cried, involuntarily, and hungrily gathering up each morsel.
The minister turned aside his face to look out of the window, pretending to see something very attractive in the drear winter landscape, and so the babel went on.
At last all the unfolding was done. "Now then," said the Rev. Mr. St.
John, "you understand, don"t you, that Matthew and Mark are to go, and one of the girls, to visit Mrs. Van Ruypen?"
"See my new dress," interrupted Matilda, prancing up with a red merino gown, resplendent in gilt b.u.t.tons all down the back.
"That"s mine," said Elvira, dropping the blue one, which she had selected, now that she saw how pretty the red one looked.
""Tain"t either. This is too big for you. Anyway, it"s mine," said Matilda, folding it within her arms, and getting off the kitchen-length from her sister.
"Children, children, stop quarrelling," commanded the minister.
"Huh, I ain"t afraid o" him," said Elvira to Luke, and pointing to the minister, who since he had been down on the floor with them, hunting for the check, had seemed quite one of the family.
"Now which one of the girls shall you allow to go to Madam Van Ruypen"s?" asked the minister. "She has left it to you, Mrs. Hansell."
"Oh, I don"t know, I"m sure," she said helplessly.
"You can send which one you like," he said kindly, and smiling down at her encouragingly.
"Well, Elviry ain"t goin", anyway," said Matthew, with great decision.
"Where?" Elvira dropped her blue gown in a heap, and ran up to her mother"s chair. "Where ain"t I goin", Mammy?" but she looked up into the minister"s face for the reply.
"Oh, visiting with Matthew and Mark," he said laughingly at her.