"It"s rather humiliating to confess that I was wrestling with my granddaughter, and that she got the best of me," returned grandma, patting Cricket"s hand. "It"s my first and last pugilistic performance."
"It"s my fault," burst out Cricket, "and I ought to be put in jail. Will had been showing me how to wrestle, and he had taught me such a good twist, that I caught Archie on, and I thought I"d just show grandma--just barely show her, auntie, and I put my foot around her ankle, and somehow, she went right over like ninepins, and doubled up her foot. Oh, grandma! can you ever walk again?"
Grandma"s lips were getting rather white with pain from her foot, but she laughed again, and said, brightly:
"Yes, indeed, little maid, I will be all right in a week or two."
"A week!" groaned Cricket. "I thought you were going to say to-morrow."
Auntie Jean had slipped off grandma"s stocking, and was bathing her rapidly swelling foot with arnica. In a few minutes, Will, and Archie, and Luke appeared, bringing a piazza-chair, and two stout poles. Auntie Jean bandaged the foot temporarily, and then Luke and Will helped grandma up in the chair. They slipped the poles lengthwise under the chair, and Luke stood ready to lift the front ends as Will and Archie took the rear ones.
"Wait a moment," said Aunt Jean, as the procession was ready to start.
"Can"t I fix a support for your foot, mother? It will hurt it dreadfully to hang it down."
"Put a stick across the poles, and the cushion on it," suggested Cricket, quickly, "and lay her foot on that." She picked up a stout stick, and laid it in place, while Archie put the cushion on it, and adjusted grandma"s foot on it.
"That"s a capital suggestion," said grandma, approvingly. "That feels very comfortable. Are you sure you can lift me, boys?"
"Could carry a ton this way, Mrs. Maxwell," said Luke. "All ready, boys.
Hist all together, now." And as they all "histed" the procession moved.
Auntie Jean and Cricket walked on either side, keeping the cushion and stick in place. So grandma finally arrived, was helped up the piazza steps, and into her own room, which was, fortunately, on the first floor.
CHAPTER XIV.
PLAYING NURSE.
Poor Cricket went around with a face as long as her arm, all the rest of the day, dreadfully cast down by this unfortunate result of her wrestling lessons. For a while, she was almost ready to vow that she would never do anything again that the boys did, but when she thought of all the lovely things this would cut her off from, she couldn"t make up her mind to go that length.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "SHE BURIED HERSELF IN THE STORY FOR "THE ECHO""]
Auntie Jean soon a.s.sured her that the sprain was not at all serious, and that the inflammation seemed to be going down already, but her heart was very heavy. She would not go sailing with the boys, nor sit under the rocks with the girls, and at last she buried herself in her next story for the _Echo_. A very tragic and mournful tale it was, of a naughty little girl, who was left in charge of her small brother, but who ran away, all by herself, up garret, to play, and when she went back she found her poor little baby brother had fallen into the bath-tub, which was left half full of water, and was drowned. Picturing the remorse of her heroine, and how they finally brought the baby back to life, although he had been in the water all the afternoon,--of course Cricket did not mind a little thing like that,--somewhat relieved her mind. By supper-time she had sufficiently recovered so that she could allow herself to smile.
Will came in from the post-office, waving a letter that finished the work. It was from Hilda Mason, saying that she could come on Friday next, as Cricket, with auntie"s permission, had written, asking her to do, to spend a week.
"Goody! goody!" cried Cricket, dancing around, with her dimples quite in evidence again. "Won"t we have fun! and she can write a story for the "Echo," too."
"What bliss!" remarked Archie, bringing all her curly hair over her face with a sweep of his arm.
"It"s a great honour to be a contributor to a paper, Mr. Archie, so,"
shaking back her hair, and pulling his.
"Especially for one that pays so liberally as the "Echo,"" teased Archie.
"You"re a model of sarcasticity, I suppose you think," said Cricket, tossing her head. "Auntie, will you take us to Plymouth some day? I know Hilda will want to see Plymouth Rock."
"Watch her that she doesn"t carry it off in her pocket," advised Archie.
"And all the other interesting things in Plymouth," went on Cricket, turning her back on him. "And we"ll go over to Bear Island for a picnic, girls."
"Yes, if you"ll promise--" began Edna.
"Goodness, yes! if you won"t say anything more about it," interrupted Cricket, hastily. "And, oh, auntie! couldn"t we have some charades? Some real, regular charades, I mean, not little ones all by ourselves."
"I"ll be in them, if you"ll have something I like," offered Archie, condescendingly.
"If we have any charades, you may be sure we won"t ask you," returned Cricket, crushingly. "I"ll have Will, though. He"s a very good actress, and he doesn"t spoil everything, as some other people do."
"Thank you," said Will, making a bow, with his hand on his heart.
"I"m out of it, then," said Archie, "for I know I"m not a good actress."
"Of course I meant actor. There isn"t much difference, anyway. Just two letters. Anyway, we"ll have a beautiful time. You"ll have Edna, Eunice, and I"ll have Hilda."
"What do you suppose would happen if it should chance to be a rainy week, and I should have you all on my hands to entertain in the house, now, while grandma is laid up? Would there be any house left?" asked Auntie Jean.
"The cellar," said Eunice. "But I"d be sorry for you, auntie."
"And I for myself. But I don"t think it will rain, and you"ll probably have a lovely time together."
"Don"t expect too much," advised Will. "Antic.i.p.ation is always better than reality, you know."
"It wouldn"t be, if people always had as good a time as they expected,"
remarked Cricket, thoughtfully.
There was a shout at this.
"Exactly, little wiseacre. That"s the trouble," laughed auntie. "Write to Hilda to come on the 4.10 train Friday afternoon, and we"ll all be ready to help you both have as good a time as you antic.i.p.ate."
Cricket departed to write the following letter:
"DEAREST OLD HILDA:
"I was so glad to get your letter that I nearly jumped out of my shoes. We"ll have the greatest fun that ever was, and auntie will take us to Plymouth, and I"ll guess Will will sail us out beyond the Gurnet Light, and we can have a picnic on the island, perhaps. What do you think I"ve gone and done to-day? I expect you"ll say it"s just like me, and I"m sure it isn"t like anybody else, and I"m awfully morterfied. I wrestled with grandmother, my grandmother Maxwell, when she didn"t know I was going to, and I tipped her right over accidentally, without meaning to, and I"ve almost broken her leg!!! Isn"t that _too dreadful_? I didn"t quite break her leg, but I sprained her ankle, so she can"t walk. I never knew anybody to do such terrible, morterfying things as I do. I do hope I"ll get to be proper and good when I"m grown-up. It would be very nice to be born proper, and _very_ nice for my mother, but then I wouldn"t have had so much fun. I want to see you so much that I can"t wait, hardly.
It seems a million years till Friday. Remember you"re to stay a whole week, and we"ll have _loads_ of fun. Auntie says come on the 4.10 train, and we"ll meet you.
"Yours very lovingest,
"JEAN MAXWELL."
The next morning, after breakfast, when grandma was up and dressed, with her sprained foot resting on a cushioned chair in front of her, Cricket presented herself at the door.
"I"ve come to be your legger, grandma," she announced, "and I"ll read to you, or amuse you, or play dominos or halma with you, or anything you like. Or we might play go-bang. That"s very interesting."
"Thank you, little granddaughter," said grandmother, much amused, but touched as well. "I"ll be very glad to have a legger, but, after all, it wasn"t my eyes that were sprained, so I can read very well for myself. I couldn"t think of keeping you in all this beautiful day."