"I"d be grateful, though, Miss Mercer," said Mrs. Pratt. "I don"t want you to think I wouldn"t. It"ll be a wrench, though--I"m not saying it wouldn"t. When you"ve lived anywhere as long as I"ve lived here, and seen all the changes, and had your children born in it, and--"
"I know--I know," interrupted Eleanor, sympathetically. "And I could see how much you loved the place. So I never had any idea at all of suggesting anything that would take you away."
"Do you really think we can get a new start here?" asked Mrs. Pratt, looking up hopefully.
"I don"t only believe it, I know it, Mrs. Pratt," said Eleanor, enthusiastically. "And what"s more, you"re going to be happier and more prosperous than you ever were before the fire. Not just at first, perhaps, but you"re going to see the way clear ahead, and it won"t be long before you"ll be doing so well that you"ll be able to let my friend Tom here go to college."
Mrs. Pratt"s face fell. It seemed to her that Eleanor was promising too much.
"I don"t see how that could be," she said. "Why, his paw and I used to talk that over. We wanted him to have a fine education, but we didn"t see how we could manage it, even when his paw was alive."
"Well, you listen to me, and see if you don"t think there"s a good chance of it, anyhow," said Eleanor. "In the first place, none of the people in Cranford knew that you"d had all this trouble. It was just as I thought. Their own danger had been so great that they simply hadn"t had time to think of anything else. They were shocked and sorry when I told them."
"There"s a lot of good, kind people there," said Mrs. Pratt, brightening again. "I"m sure I didn"t think anything of their not having come out here to see how we were getting along."
"Some of them would have been out in a day or two, even if I hadn"t told them, Mrs. Pratt. As it is--but I think that part of my story had better wait. Tell me, you"ve been selling all your milk and cream to the big creamery that supplies the milkmen in the city, haven"t you?"
"Yes, and I guess that we can keep their trade, if we can get on our feet pretty soon so that they can get it regular again."
"I"ve no doubt you could," said Eleanor, dryly. "They make so much money buying from you at cheap prices and selling at high prices that they wouldn"t let the chance to keep on slip by in a hurry, I can tell you. But I"ve got a better idea than that."
Mrs. Pratt looked puzzled, but Tom Pratt, who seemed to be in Eleanor"s secret, only smiled and returned Eleanor"s wise look.
"When you make b.u.t.ter you salt it and keep it to use here, don"t you?" Eleanor asked next.
"Yes, ma"am, we do."
"Well, if you made fresh, sweet b.u.t.ter, and didn"t salt it at all, do you know that you could sell it to people in the city for fifty cents a pound?"
Mrs. Pratt gasped.
"Why, no one in the world ever paid that much for b.u.t.ter!" she said, amazed. "And, anyhow, b.u.t.ter without salt"s no good."
"Lots of people don"t agree with you, and they"re willing to pay pretty well to have their own way, too," she said, with a laugh. "In the city rich families think fresh b.u.t.ter is a great luxury, and they can"t get enough of it that"s really good. And it"s the same way, all summer long, at Lake Dean.
"The hotel there will take fifty pounds a week from you all summer long, as long as it"s open, that is. And I have got orders for another fifty pounds a week from the people who own camps and cottages. And what"s more, the manager of the hotel has another house, in Lakewood, in the winter time, and when he closes up the house at Cranford, he wants you to send him fifty pounds a week for that house, too."
"Why, however did you manage to get all those orders?" asked Margery, amazed.
"I telephoned to the manager of the hotel," said Eleanor. "And then I remembered the girls at Camp Halsted, and I called up Marcia Bates and told her the whole story, and what I wanted them to do. So she and two or three of the others went out in that fast motor boat of theirs and visited a lot of families around the lake, and when they told them about it, it was easy to get the orders."
"Well, I never!" gasped Mrs. Pratt. "I wouldn"t ever have thought of doin" anythin" like that, Miss Mercer, and folks around here seem to think I"m a pretty good business woman, too, since my husband died. Why, we can make more out of the b.u.t.ter than we ever did out of a whole season"s crops, sellin" at such prices!"
"You won"t get fifty cents a pound from the hotel," said Eleanor. "That"s because they"ll take such a lot, and they"ll pay you every week. So I told them they could have all they wanted for forty cents a pound. But, you see, at fifty pounds a week, that"s twenty dollars a week, all the year round, and with the other fifty pounds you"ll sell to private families, that will make forty-five dollars a week. And you haven"t even started yet. You"ll have lots more orders than you can fill."
"I"m wonderin" right now, ma"am, how we"ll be able to make a hundred pounds of b.u.t.ter a week."
"I thought of that, too," said Eleanor, "and I bought half a dozen more cows for you, right there in Cranford. They"re pretty good cows, and if they"re well fed, and properly taken care of, they"ll be just what you want."
"But I haven"t got the money to pay for them now, ma"am!" said Mrs. Pratt, dismayed.
"Oh, I"ve paid for them," said Eleanor, "and you"re going to pay me when you begin to get the profits from this new b.u.t.ter business. I"d be glad to give them to you, but you won"t need anyone to give you things; you"re going to be able to afford to pay for them yourself."
Mrs. Pratt broke into tears.
"That"s the nicest thing you"ve said or done yet, Miss Mercer," she sobbed. "I just couldn"t bear to take charity--"
"Charity? You don"t need it, you only need friendly help, Mrs. Pratt, and if I didn"t give you that someone else would!"
"And eggs! They"ll be able to sell eggs, too, won"t they!" said Dolly, jumping up and down in her excitement.
"They certainly will! I was coming to that," said Eleanor. "You know, this new parcel post is just the thing for you, Mrs. Pratt! Just as soon as a letter I wrote is answered, you"ll get a couple of cases of new boxes that are meant especially for mailing b.u.t.ter and eggs and things like that from farmers to people in the city.
"You"ll be able to sell eggs and b.u.t.ter cheaper than people in the city can buy things that are anything like as good from the stores, because you won"t have to pay rent and lighting bills and all the other expensive things about a city store. I"m going to be your agent, and I do believe I"ll make some extra pocket money, too, because I"m going to charge you a commission."
Mrs. Pratt just laughed at that idea.
"Well, you wait and see!" said Eleanor. "I"m glad to be able to help, Mrs. Pratt, but I know you"ll feel better if you think I"m getting something out of it, and I"m going to. I think my running across you when you were in trouble is going to be a fine thing for both of us. Why, before you get done with us, you"ll have to get more land, and a lot more cows and chickens, because we"re going to make it the fashionable thing to buy eggs and b.u.t.ter from you!"
Mrs. Pratt seemed to be overwhelmed, and Eleanor, in order to create a diversion, went over to inspect the lean-to.
"It"s just right," she said. "Having a floor made of those boards is a fine idea; I didn"t think of that at all. Good for you, Margery!"
"That was Dolly"s idea, not mine," said Margery.
"You were perfectly right, too. Well, it"s getting a little late and I think it"s time we were thinking about dinner. Margery, if you"ll go over to the buggy you"ll find quite a lot of things I bought in Cranford. We don"t want to use up the stores we brought with us before we get away from here. And--here"s a secret!"
"What?" said Margery, leaning toward her and smiling. And Eleanor laughed as she whispered in Margery"s ear.
"There are going to be some extra people--at least seven or eight, and perhaps more--for dinner, so we want to have plenty, because I think they"re going to be good and hungry when they sit down to eat!"
"Oh, do tell me who they are," cried Margery, eagerly. "I never saw you act so mysteriously before!"
"No, it"s a surprise. But you"ll enjoy it all the more when it comes for not knowing ahead of time. Don"t breathe a word, except to those who help you cook if they ask too many questions."
Dinner was soon under way, and those who were not called upon by Margery busied themselves about the lean-to, arranging blankets and making everything snug for the night.
The busy hands of the Camp Fire Girls had done much to rid the place of its look of desolation, and now everything spoke of hope and renewed activity instead of despair and inaction. A healthier spirit prevailed, and now the Pratts, encouraged as to their future, were able to join heartily in the laughter and singing with which the Camp Fire Girls made the work seem like play.
"Why, what"s this?" cried Bessie, suddenly. She had gone toward the road, and now she came running back.
"There are four or five big wagons, loaded with wood and shingles and all sorts of things like that coming in here from the road," she cried. "Whatever are they doing here?"
"That"s my second surprise," laughed Eleanor. "It"s your neighbors from Cranford, Mrs. Pratt. Don"t you recognize Jud Harkness driving the first team there?"
"h.e.l.lo, folks!" bellowed Jud, from his seat. "How be you, Mis" Pratt? Think we"d clean forgot you? We didn"t know you was in such an all-fired lot of trouble, or we"d ha" been here before. We"re come now, though, and we ain"t goin" away till you"ve got a new house. Brought it with us, by heck!"
He laughed as he descended, and stood before them, a huge, black-bearded man, but as gentle as a child. And soon everyone could see what he meant, for the wagons were loaded with timber, and one contained all the tools that would be needed.
"There"ll be twenty of us here to-morrow," he said, "and I guess we"ll show you how to build a house! Won"t be as grand as the hotel at Cranford, mebbe, but you can live in it, and we"ll come out when we get the time and put on the finishing touches. To-night we"ll clear away all this rubbish, and with sun-up in the morning we"ll be at work."
Eleanor"s eyes shone as she turned to Mrs. Pratt.
"Now you see what I meant when I told you there were plenty of good friends for you not far from here!" she cried. "As soon as I told Jud what trouble you were in he thought of this, and in half an hour he"d got promises from all the men to put in a day"s work fixing up a new house for you."
Mrs. Pratt seemed too dazed to speak.
"But they can"t finish a whole house in one day!" declared Margery.
"They can"t paint it, and put up wall paper and do everything, Margery," said Eleanor. "That"s true enough. But they can do a whole lot. You"re used to thinking of city buildings, and that"s different. In the country one or two men usually build a house, and build it well, and when there are twenty or thirty, why, the work just flies, especially when they"re doing the work for friendship, instead of because they"re hired to do it. Oh, just you wait!"
"Have you ever seen this before!"
"I certainly have! And you"re going to see sights to-morrow that will open your eyes, I can promise you. You know what it"s like, Bessie, don"t you? You"ve seen house raisings before?"
"I certainly have," said Bessie. "And it"s fine. Everyone helps and does the best he can, and it seems no time at all before it"s all done."
"Well, we"ll do our share," said Eleanor. "The men will be hungry, and I"ve promised that we"ll feed them."
CHAPTER VI.
THE GOOD SAMARITANS.
"Well, I certainly have got a better opinion of country people than I ever used to have, Bessie," said Dolly Ransom. "After the way those people in Hedgeville treated you and Zara, I"d made up my mind that they were a nasty lot, and I was glad I"d always lived in the city."
"Well, aren"t you still glad of it, Dolly? I really do think you"re better off in the city. There wouldn"t be enough excitement about living in the country for you, I"m afraid."
"Of course there wouldn"t! But I think maybe I was sort of unfair to all country people because the crowd at Hedgeville was so mean to you. And I like the country well enough, for a little while. I couldn"t bear living there all the time, though. I think that would drive me wild."
"The trouble was that Zara and I didn"t exactly belong, Dolly. They thought her father was doing something wrong because he was a foreigner and they couldn"t understand his ways."
"I suppose he didn"t like them much, either, Bessie."
"He didn"t. He thought they were stupid. And, of course, in a way, they were. But not as stupid as he thought they were. He was used to entirely different things, and--oh, well, I suppose in some places what he did wouldn"t have been talked about, even.
"But in the country everyone knows the business of everyone else, and when there is a mystery no one is happy until it"s solved. That"s why Zara and her father got themselves so disliked. There was a mystery about them, and the people in Hedgeville just made up their minds that something was wrong."
"I feel awfully sorry for Zara, Bessie. It must be dreadful for her to know that her father is in prison, and that they are saying that he was making bad money. You don"t think he did, do you?"
"I certainly do not! There"s something very strange about that whole business, and Miss Eleanor"s cousin, the lawyer, Mr. Jamieson, thinks so too. You know that Mr. Holmes is mighty interested in Zara and her father."
"He tried to help to get Zara back to that Farmer Weeks who would have been her guardian if she hadn"t come to join the Camp Fire, didn"t he?"
"Yes. You see, in the state where Hedgeville is, Farmer Weeks is her legal guardian, and he could make her work for him until she was twenty-one. He"s an old miser, and as mean as he can be. But once she is out of that state, he can"t touch her, and Mr. Jamieson has had Miss Eleanor appointed her guardian, and mine too, for that state. The state where Miss Eleanor and all of us live, I mean."
"Well, Mr. Holmes is trying to get hold of you, too, isn"t he?"
"Yes, he is. You ought to know, Dolly, after the way he tried to get us both to go off with him in his automobile that day, and the way he set those gypsies on to kidnapping us. And that"s the strangest thing of all."
"Perhaps he wants to know something about Zara, and thinks you can tell him, or perhaps he"s afraid you"ll tell someone else something he doesn"t want them to know."
"Yes, it may be that. But that lawyer of his, Isaac Brack, who is so mean and crooked that no one in the city will have anything to do with him except the criminals, Mr. Jamieson says, told me once that unless I went with him I"d never find out the truth about my father and mother and what became of them."
"Oh, Bessie, how exciting! You never told me that before. Have you told Mr. Jamieson?"
"Yes, and he just looked at me queerly, and said nothing more about it."
"Bessie, do you know what I think?"
"No. I"m not a mind reader, Dolly!"
"Well, I believe Mr. Jamieson knows more than he has told you yet, or that he guesses something, anyway. And he won"t tell you what it is because he"s afraid he may be wrong, and doesn"t want to raise your hopes unless he"s sure that you won"t be disappointed."
"I think that would be just like him, Dolly. He"s been awfully good to me. I suppose it"s because he thinks it will please Miss Eleanor, and he knows that she likes us, and wants to do things for us."
"Oh, I know he likes you, too, Bessie. He certainly ought to, after the way you brought him help back there in Hamilton, when we were there for the trial of those gypsies who kidnapped us. If it hadn"t been for you, there"s no telling what that thief might have done to him."
"Oh, anyone would have done the same thing, Dolly. It was for my sake that he was in trouble, and when I had a chance to help him, it was certainly the least that I could do. Don"t you think so?"
"Well, maybe that"s so, but there aren"t many girls who would have known how to do what you did or who would have had the pluck to do it, even if they did. I"m quite sure I wouldn"t, and yet I"d have wanted to, just as much as anyone."
"I wish I did know something about my father and mother, Dolly. You"ve no idea how much that worries me. Sometimes I feel as if I never would find out anything."
"Oh, you mustn"t get discouraged, Bessie. Try to be as cheerful as you are when it"s someone else who is in trouble. You"re the best little cheerer-up I know when I feel blue."
"Oh, Dolly, I do try to be cheerful, but it"s such a long time since they left me with the Hoovers!"
"Well, there must be some perfectly good reason for it all, Bessie, I feel perfectly sure of that. They would never have gone off that way unless they had to."
"Oh, it isn"t that that bothers me. It"s feeling that unless something dreadful had happened to them, I"d have heard of them long ago. And then, Maw Hoover and Jake Hoover were always picking at me about them. When I did something Maw Hoover didn"t like, she"d say she didn"t wonder, that she couldn"t expect me to be any good, being the child of parents who"d gone off and left me on her hands that way."
"That"s all right for her to talk that way, but she didn"t have you on her hands. She made you work like a slave, and never paid you for it at all. You certainly earned whatever they spent for keeping you, Miss Eleanor says so, and I"ll take her word any time against Maw Hoover or anyone else."
"I"ve sometimes thought it was pretty mean for me to run off the way I did, Dolly. If it hadn"t been for Zara, I don"t believe I"d have done it."
"It"s a good thing for Zara that you did. Poor Zara! They"d taken her father to jail, and she was going to have to stay with Farmer Weeks. She"d never have been able to get along without you, you know."
"Well, that"s one thing that makes me feel that perhaps it was right for me to go, Dolly. That, and the way Miss Eleanor spoke of it. She seemed to think it was the right thing for me to do, and she knows better than I do, I"m sure."
"Certainly she does. And look here, Bessie! It"s all coming out right, sometime, I know. I"m just sure of that! You"ll find out all about your father and mother, and you"ll see that there was some good reason for their not turning up before."
"Oh, Dolly dear, I"m sure of that now! And it"s just that that makes me feel so bad, sometimes. If something dreadful hadn"t happened to them, they would have come for me long ago. At least they would have kept on sending the money for my board."