She agreed with him, and so did Aunt Melinda; but Jack and Mary finished their suppers and went out to the front door. She stood still for a moment, with her hands clasped behind her, looking across the street, as if she were reading the sign on the shop. The discontented, despondent expression on her face made her more and more like a very young and pretty copy of her father.
"I don"t care, Molly," said Jack. "If they take away every cent I get, I"m going to the city, some time."
"I"d go, too, if I were a boy," she said. "I"ve got to stay at home and wash dishes and sweep. You can go right out and make your fortune.
I"ve read of lots of boys that went away from home and worked their way up. Some of "em got to be Presidents."
"Some girls amount to something, too," said Jack. "You"ve been through the Academy. I had to stop, when I was twelve, and go to work in a store. Been in every store in Crofield. They didn"t pay me a cent in cash, but I learned the grocery business, and the dry-goods business, and all about crockery. That was something. I could keep a store.
Some of the stores in New York "d hold all the stores in Crofield."
"Some of "em are owned and run by women, too," said Mary; "but there"s no use of my thinking of any such thing."
Before he could tell her what he thought about it, her mother called her in, and then he, too, stood still and seemed to study the sign over the door of the blacksmith-shop.
"I"ll do it!" he exclaimed at last, shaking his fist at the sign. "It isn"t the end of July yet, and I"m going to get to the city before Christmas; you see "f I don"t."
After Mary Ogden left him and went in, Jack walked down to the bridge.
It seemed as if the Cocahutchie had a special attraction for him, now that he knew what might be in it.
There were three boys leaning over the rail on the lower side of the bridge, and four on the upper side, and all were fishing. Jack did not know, and they did not tell him, that all their hooks were baited with "flies" of one kind or another instead of worms. Two had gra.s.shoppers, and one had a big b.u.mblebee, and they were after such trout as Jack Ogden had caught and been paid so much money for. One told another that Jack had five dollars apiece for those fish, and that even the bullheads were so heavy it tired him to carry them home.
Jack did not go upon the bridge. He strolled down along the water"s edge.
[Ill.u.s.tration: _Along the Water"s Edge_.]
"It"s all sand and gravel," he said; "but I"d hate to leave it."
It was curious, but not until that very moment had he been at all aware of any real affection for Crofield. He was only dimly aware of it then, and he forgot it all to answer a hail from two men under the clump of giant trees which had so nearly wrecked the miller"s wagon.
The men had been looking up at the trees, and Jack heard part of what they said about them, as he came near. They had called him to talk about his trout-fishing, but they had aroused his curiosity upon another subject.
"Mr. Bannerman," he said, as soon as he had an opportunity between "fish" questions, "did you say you"d give a hundred dollars for those trees, just as they stand? What are they good for?"
"Jack," exclaimed the sharp-looking man he spoke to, "don"t you tell anybody I said that. You won"t, will you? Come, now, didn"t I treat you well while you were in my shop?"
"Yes, you did," said Jack, "but you kept me there only four months.
What are those trees good for? You don"t use anything but pine."
"Why, Jack," said Bannerman, "it isn"t for carpenter work. Three of "em are curly maples, and that one there"s the straightest-grained, biggest, cleanest old cherry! They"re for j"iner-work, Jack. But you said you wouldn"t tell?"
"I won"t tell," said Jack. "Old Hammond owns "em. I stayed in your shop just long enough to learn the carpenter"s trade. I didn"t learn j"iner-work. Don"t you want me again?"
"Not just now, Jack; but Sam and I"ve got a bargain coming with Hammond, and he owes us some, now, and you mustn"t put in and spile the trade for us. I"ll do ye a good turn, some day. Don"t you tell."
Jack promised again and the carpenters walked away, leaving him looking up at the trees and thinking how it would seem to see them topple over and come crashing down into the Cocahutchie, to be made up into chairs and tables. Just as long as he could remember anything he had seen the old trees standing guard there, summer and winter, leafy or bare, and they were like old friends to him.
"I"ll go home," he said, at last. "There hasn"t been a house built in Crofield for years and years. It isn"t any kind of place for carpentering, or for anything else that I know how to do."
Then he took a long, silent, thoughtful look up stream, and another down stream, and instead of the gravel and bushes and gra.s.s, in one direction, and the rickety bridge and the slippery dam and the dingy old red mill, in the other direction, he seemed to see a vision of great buildings and streets and crowds of busy men, while the swishing ripple of the Cocahutchie changed into the rush and roar of the great city he was setting his heart upon. He gave it up for that evening, and went home and went to bed, but even then it seemed to him as if he were about to let go of something and take hold of something else.
"I"ve done that often enough," he said to himself. "I"ll have to leave the blacksmith"s trade now, but I"m kind o" glad I learned it. I"m glad I didn"t have my shoes on when I went into the water, though.
Soaking isn"t good for that kind of shoes. Don"t I know? I"ve worked in every shoe-shop in Crofield, some. Didn"t get any pay, except in shoes; but then I learned the trade, and that"s something. I never had an opportunity to stay long in any one place, but I could stay in the city."
Then another kind of dreaming set in, and the next thing he knew it was Sunday morning, with a promise of a sunny, sultry, sleepy kind of day.
It was not easy for the Ogden family to shut out all talk about fishing, while they were eating Jack"s fish for breakfast, but they avoided the subject until Jack went to dress. Jack was quite another boy by the time he was ready for church. He was skillful with the shoe-brush, and from his shoes upward he was a surprise.
"You do look well," said Mary, as he and she were on their way to church. "But how you did look when you came home last night!"
There was little opportunity for conversation, for the walk before the Ogden family from their gate to the church-door was not long.
The little processions toward the village green did not divide fairly after reaching there that morning. The larger part of each aimed itself at the middle of the green, although the building there was no larger than either of the two that stood at its right and left.
"Everybody"s coming to hear Elder Holloway," said Jack. "They say it takes a fellow a good while to learn how to preach."
Mrs. Ogden and Aunt Melinda led their part of the procession, and Jack and his father followed them in. There were ten Ogdens, and the family pew held six. Just as they were going in, some one asked Mary to go into the choir. Little Sally nestled in her mother"s lap; Bob and Jim were small and thin and only counted for one; Bessie and Sue went in, and so did their father, and then Jack remarked:
"I"m crowded out, father. I"ll find a place, somewhere."
"There isn"t any," said the blacksmith. "Every place is full."
He shook his head until the points of his Sunday collar scratched him, but off went Jack, and that was the last that was seen of him until they were all at home again.
Mary Ogden had her reasons for not expecting to sing in the choir that day, but she went when sent for. The gallery was what Jack called a "coop," and would hold just eighteen persons, squeezed in. Usually it was only half full, but on a great day, what was called the "old choir"
was sure to turn out. There were no girls nor boys in the "old choir."
There had been three seats yet to fill when Mary was sent for, but Miss Glidden and Miss Roberts and her elder sister from Mertonville came in just then. So, when Mary reached the gallery, Miss Glidden leaned over, smiled, and said very benevolently:
"You will not be needed to-day, Mary Ogden. The choir is filled."
The organ began to play at that moment, somewhat as if it had lost its temper. Mr. Simmons, the choir-leader (whenever he could get there), flushed and seemed about to say something. He was the one who had sent for Mary, and it was said that he had been heard to say that it would be good to have "some music, outside of the organ." Before he could speak, however, Mary was downstairs again. Seats were offered her in several of the back pews, and she took one under the gallery. She might as well have had a sounding-board behind her, arranged so as to send her voice right at the pulpit. Perhaps her temper was a little aroused, and she did not know how very full her voice was when she began the first hymn. All were singing, and they could hear the organ and the choir, but through, over, and above them all sounded the clear, ringing notes of Mary Ogden"s soprano. Elder Holloway, sitting in the pulpit, put up a hand to one ear, as half-deaf men do, and sat up straight, looking as if he was hearing some good news. He said afterward that it helped him preach; but then Mary did not know it.
When all the services were over, she slipped out into the vestibule to wait for the rest. She stood there when Miss Glidden came downstairs.
The portly lady was trying her best to smile and look sweet.
"Splendid sermon, Mary Ogden," said she. "I hope you"ll profit by it.
I sha"n"t ask you to take my cla.s.s this afternoon. Elder Holloway"s going to inspect the school. I"ll be glad to have you present, though, as one of my best scholars."
Mary went home as quickly as she could, and the first remark she made was to Aunt Melinda.
"_Her_ cla.s.s!" she said. "Why she hasn"t been there in six weeks. She had only four in it when she left, and there"s a dozen now."
The Ogden procession homeward had been longer than when it went to church. Jack understood the matter the moment he came into the dining-room, for both extra leaves had been put into the extension-table.
"There"s company," he said aloud. "You couldn"t stretch that table any farther, unless you stretched the room."
"Jack," said his mother, "you must come afterward. You can help Mary wait on the table."
Jack was as hungry as a young pickerel, but there was no help for it, and he tried to reply cheerfully:
"I"m getting used to being crowded out. I can stand it."