"All the curl has gone out of Martha, even," remarked Cricket, mournfully, surveying his straight tail.
"His tail will curl over again, when he begins to chirk up a bit," said Marm Plunkett, comfortingly. "He"d orter hev a dish of milk het up for him right away," she added. "Wisht I hed some to offer you."
"I"ll go right home with him, then, Marm Plunkett, and I"ll run all the way. I"ll borrow this little shawl of yours, if you"ll let me, to keep him warm. Now, I"m going to run, but the rest of you needn"t come so fast. Good-by, Marm Plunkett. I"ll come and see you again, some other day;" and off darted Cricket, followed more leisurely by the rest, leaving Marm Plunkett still murmuring,--
"Have--I--seen--Miss--Cricket!"
CHAPTER XXII.
HELEN"S TEXT.
"Oh, dear me!" sighed Eunice, dolefully, the next morning at breakfast.
"What dreadful changes there are going to be! Hilda goes to-day, the boys leave on Monday for their camp, and Edna goes on Tuesday to her grandmother"s. Cricket and I will be left all forlorn."
"Yes," added Cricket, pulling a long face, "and on Tuesday morning Eunice and I will be wearing the garbage of woe."
"Whatever you rig yourself up in, Miss Scricket," said Archie, amid the general laughter, "don"t deck yourself out in _garbage_. You"d be a public nuisance. Flowing "robes of porcelain," like the heroine of one of your stories, would be better."
"You needn"t tease me about that, for you know as well as anything that I meant _percaline_."
But Auntie Jean and grandma had to enjoy this alone, for the boys were not equal to the fine distinctions of girl"s apparel.
As Eunice said, there was a decided scattering of their little party.
Hilda left Sat.u.r.day afternoon, the boys departed on Monday, for their camp in the Maine woods, with a party of friends, and on Tuesday Edna had to go for her usual fortnight"s visit to her grandmother Somers, who always spent July and August at Lake Clear. She was a _very_ old lady, much older than Grandma Maxwell, and a good deal of an invalid. Edna much preferred staying with her cousins, but Grandmother Somers was very devoted to her only little granddaughter, and this was the particular time when she wanted her. Edna had never been there without her mother before, and really dreaded it. She had urged taking her cousins with her, but Auntie Jean knew this would be altogether too much responsibility for so old a lady to have, since she herself could not leave Marbury.
"I hate to go like poison," sighed Edna to Eunice, as they strolled up and down the station platform, while waiting for the train. "I wish I could stay here. I wish grandma wasn"t so fond of me. I wish you could come, too. I wish the two weeks were over. I wish--"
"Toot-to-toot!" whistled the approaching train.
"Horrid old thing! I wish it would run off the track! Wish Mrs. Abbott would forget to start this morning. She isn"t here yet. _Do_ you suppose she"s forgotten?" with sudden hopefulness.
Mrs. Abbott was a lady under whose care she was going.
"No such good luck!" murmured Eunice. "There she is now. Write to me every day, Edna."
"And you"ll have time to write some lovely stories for the "Echo,""
chirped Cricket, encouragingly.
"Yes, I will, and be glad too. It will be something to do. Think of my saying I"d be glad to write stories! Yes, mamma--good-by, everybody,"
and with hugs and kisses all around, Edna was put on the train and was off.
The children were both very quiet on their return ride from the station, and Auntie Jean began to fear that they might be homesick, with all their playmates gone. But when they reached home again Cricket drew Eunice into a quiet corner, and surprised her by flinging her arms around her neck, with a gigantic hug.
"I do love Hilda and Edna," she said, "but there"s n.o.body like my old Eunice, and I"m _so_ glad to have you all to myself for a little while again. I _don"t_ want to be selfish, and poor Edna hasn"t any sister, but--"
"Why, you poor little thing!" said Eunice, hugging her small sister, heartily. "I expect _I"ve_ been very selfish. I"ve never thought that, perhaps, you were being lonely when I was so much with Edna. You always seemed so happy."
"Oh, I am _happy_!" answered Cricket, surprised. "I always am, I guess.
But I do love to be with you, all by your lonesome, and now let"s have some real old Kayuna times. Come down on the beach, and let"s talk about it," with another squeeze. And then, with their arms about each other"s waists, they ran down the yard.
On the small sloping beach behind the big rocks, Zaidee and Helen and Kenneth were playing by themselves. Helen and Kenneth were sitting up very straight and stiff, with their little legs out straight in front of them, and their small hands folded in their laps. They were listening with intent faces, and round, wide-open eyes, to Zaidee, who, with small forefinger uplifted, was telling them something, with a very serious face. The girls crept softly near to see what they were doing.
"And these _naughty_ chil"en," went on Zaidee, "came out of the city, and they made lots of fun of Lishers, and they ran after him, an" kept calling him names, an" saying, "Go up, ole bullhead! go up, ole bullhead!" An" Lishers got very angry--as angry as Luke did the other day, when I asked him if he liked to have such mixed-up eyes," (poor Luke was very cross-eyed, and very sensitive about it), "and he said, "There"s some gre-at big bears in these woods, "n" I"ll call "em to come and eat you chil"en up, if you doesn"t stop calling names. Only bad little chil"en, "thout any one to tell "em any better, calls names."
But they didn"t one of "em stop, an" Lishers just whistled, an"
forty-two bears came trotting right out of the woods, an"
eated--up--every--one--of--those--bad--chil"en, quicker"n scat.
"Liza said so, herself. So, Helen and Kenneth, you mustn"t ever call any one any names, an" _specially_ you mustn"t call "em "bullheads,"
cause bears will come out of the woods an" eat you all up, and it"s very unpolite, too."
Helen looked awed, and Kenneth unbelieving.
"Ain"t any bears," he said, stoutly.
"You mustn"t inkerrupt the Sunday school," said Zaidee, severely. "Any way, there are crocky-dolls, if there ain"t any bears. I saw a funny, long thing come out of the water the other day, and "Liza said she guessed it was a crocky-doll."
"Tould it eat me up?" demanded Kenneth, hastily.
"I don"t think it could eat you all up at once," said Zaidee, cautiously; "but it might take bites out of you."
"What are you doing, children?" said Eunice, coming forward, and throwing herself on the sand beside them, and pulling Helen, her special pet, down into her arms.
"Playing Sunday school, Eunice," said Zaidee, sitting down, herself.
"We"re going to have a Sunday school every Tuesday afternoon, just the same as you have the Echo Club, you know. Helen"s going to make up the texts. She makes up _beautiful_ texts, just like the Bible."
"Why, Zaidee!" remonstrated Eunice, looking shocked. "You mustn"t say that anything is as nice as the Bible. What was it, pettikins?"
But Helen was shy, and needed much coaxing before she could be persuaded to give her "text," which was a very practical one.
"She who doth not what she is told, gets worse."
"Bravo!" cried Eunice, laughing. "That _is_ a fine text."
"She made it up all her own self," said Zaidee, quite as proud of her twin"s performance as if it had been her own.
"I don"t want to play Sunday school any more, Zaidee," said Kenneth, getting up. "I"d ravver play turch. I"m ze talking man, wiv white skirts on," he added, standing on a stone, and waving his short arms about, for the young man had made his first appearance at church the Sunday before, and had wanted to play "turch" ever since.
"You were a naughty boy," said Zaidee, reproachfully, "you talked out loud right in meetin"-church, and I was so "shamed."
"And you falled off the stool when all the people were kneeling down and saying, "The seats they do hear us, O Lord;" and you made a great _big_ noise," added Helen, severely, for her.
""The seats they do hear us,"" repeated Cricket. "What _does_ she mean, Eunice, do you suppose?"
"Why, don"t you know, Cricket," explained Helen, for herself. "When all the people are kneeling down, and the minister keeps saying things, and the people keep saying, "The seats they do hear us," "course they hear them, "cause they say it right at the back of the seats."