Even a man, Mr. Oliver Sands, said that would be "cruel." You don"t want to have me cruel, do you, Jim Barlow?"
"Shucks! Hannah won"t mourn for no calf, longer "n a couple of hours, "less she"s different from any cow I ever see, light-complected or otherwise. As for that jumpin" notion o" hern; I"ll fix her! I"ve been layin" out to do it, ever since I heard she done it, but somehow I didn"t get the chance."
"You didn"t get the chance because you never take it. I don"t think it"s right, Jim Barlow, for you to work every minute of daylight, fearing you won"t do all your horrid "duty" to your employer, then study all night to make yourself "fit for your friends," as you told me. Maybe, some of your friends might like to see you, now and then, before you _are_ "fit,"" returned Dorothy, and with that they came to the gate of Skyrie and drove over the path to the barn, the path, or driveway, which that very morning had been overgrown and hidden with gra.s.s and weeds, but now lay hard and clean as if just newly made.
"Pshaw! Somebody"s been busy, I declare!" cried Jim, admiringly, and leaped out to tie Mr. Smith"s "nag" in a comfortable shady place. He did not offer to help Dorothy alight, nor did she either wait for or expect this courtesy; but seeing mother Martha in the kitchen, ran to her with an account of her brief outing.
The housemistress had slipped away from the few women guests left remaining in the field where dinner had been served. Most of them had already left for home, their part in the day"s proceedings having been well finished, and each a busy farmwife who had s.n.a.t.c.hed a half-day from her own crowding tasks to help the "Bee" along.
She had made many acquaintances, she was glad to know them. She "liked folks better than scenery," as she had once complained to her husband, during a fit of homesickness for "dear old Baltimore"; but she was very tired. The excitement of this unexpected visitation, and the varying emotions of the day had strangely wearied her. Besides, deep down in her heart--as in father John"s--lay a feeling of wounded pride. She had been very happy, for a time, she had found herself the center of much kindly attention: and yet--she wished that the need for such attention had not existed. So she was glad now of the privacy of her kitchen whither none would intrude; and into which Dorothy ran, full of talk and eager above all things to tell of that astonishing offer of Mrs.
Calvert"s to re-adopt her.
But something stopped the words on her lips. She could not herself have explained why she refrained from speaking, unless it were that weary, fretful expression of Mrs. Chester"s face. So, instead of bestowing confidences, she merely said:
"Mother dear, do come upstairs to your own pretty room and lie down.
It"s grown terribly warm this afternoon and you look so tired. I"ll shut the blinds and make it all dark and cool; then I"ll find father John and see if he needs me too. Come, mother, come."
With a sudden burst of affection, such as rarely came from Mrs. Chester, that lady caught the girl in her arms and kissed her fondly, saying:
"You are my good angel, Dolly darling! You are the brightness of my life. Don"t ever let anybody else steal you away from me, will you? I couldn"t live without you, now--and here."
Dorothy"s breath came quick and sharp. How odd this was, to have her mother touch upon that very subject lying uppermost in her own heart!
Could she and Mrs. Calvert have been discussing her in this way? Well, at least, she now knew that she had been wholly right. The reluctant "No" she had given Mrs. Betty was the only word to say.
CHAPTER XVI
THE FATE OF DAISY-JEWEL
The "Bee" was a thing of the past. Everybody had gone, leaving a vastly different Skyrie from that which greeted the rising sun of that memorable day. Weed-grown, bramble-infested fields lay cleared of debris, that had been gathered into heaps and burned. The garden plot was now a stretch of well-made beds wherein had been sown or set such things as would develop to ripeness that season, although it was long past orthodox time for garden-making. To the delight of his obstinate soul, even Pa Babc.o.c.k"s asparagus trench had been duly prepared and a sufficient number of the roots set out. But the work of the trench, or bed, had not been accomplished by himself. He had explained the pressing need of such a thing to Mrs. Calvert, who, to rid herself and others of his "talk," had promptly furnished the necessary funds to pay for the plants and had dispatched him to a distant market gardener"s to procure them. He had returned sooner than was expected or desired, but could he relegate his own intelligent task to anybody else? So, for once, he really did work faithfully, spreading out each tiny rootlet with a care that insured a prompt growth, and deluging them with water which it took many trips to the spring to bring.
The old well-curb had been repaired, the well emptied of water, and cleaned. The barn had been put in order, so far as might be with the time and material at command. The roof would not leak again nor the blinds fall because of rusted hinges. Even the cellar had been swept, and garnished with double coatings of sweet-smelling whitewash; and, indeed, all that these willing helpers could think of and accomplish had been done to make the Skyrie household "start farming fair and square."
The last event of the "Bee" had been an auction.
Mrs. Calvert had sent a brief note of instructions to Seth Winters and he had promptly acted upon them. With such an a.s.sembly at hand the time was ripe for selling Daisy-Jewel to the highest bidder. So the blacksmith held a short parley with Bill Barry, the village auctioneer, and afterward started the sale by a fair price named for such a blooded quadruped.
"Seven dollars! Seven dollars! Did I hear somebody bid seven dollars?
only seven for such a beautiful Jewel and Daisy combined?"
"Seven fifty!" called Jim Barlow, also acting upon instructions.
"Seven fifty--somebody higher? _And_ eight dollars? Eight, eight, eight, somebody raise me eight-eight-eight--_And_ fifty! Eight dollars and fifty cents! Why, you folks, you make me blush to be an auctioneer, standing here on a horse-block and selling away from a little girl the only piece of stawk she owns for just eight dollars and fifty cents.
That I should live to--Nine, nine, nine, nine! Somebody raise me nine dollars for a full-bred Jersey bull calf! nine, nine, nine----"
"Ten!" shouted Mr. Smith, who knew he could reimburse himself in some way for this recklessly extravagant purchase.
But the chance was not for him. "Ten fifty!" shouted somebody at the rear of the crowd, and:
"Ten and fifty! Fifty, fifty, fifty--Hard word that to rattle off--Make it "leven; and ease my poor tongue! "Leven, "leven, "leven, eleven dollars and fifty cents. That"s that blamed old fifty cropping up again.
Go it by even dollars, friends and feller citizens, Eleven and--twelve, twelve, twelve--Almost as bad to say! Hump her up. Thirteen do I hear?
Thirteen? Don"t let her stick at that! who"ll pay just thirteen unlucky dollars when they can buy a full-blooded bull calf for--Fourteen, do I hear? Fourteen, fourteen, four--four--four--Fifteen good American dollars for a poor little girl"s pet calf! Neighbors, I am ashamed of you, I certainly am. Why, I"ll bid sixteen myself, ruther "an have such a blot as that printed on this town"s archives! I will, I say, though I haven"t any more use for a poor little girl"s one pet calf than I have for two wives! Sixteen I bid, seventeen somebody lifts me. Eighteen?
Nineteen? Twenty? Now you begin to talk! But let me warn you fellers, that this here sale is cash or its equivalent. So anyone who"s just biddin" to hear himself talk--take care! Twenty-one, one, one, one, one, one, one----"
The sale went on for a long time, and the bidding grew more spirited continually. Bill Barry"s taunt about cash payment touched the pride of some, but the outcome of the matter was predestined from the beginning.
Seth Winters had had his instructions and now acted upon them. When n.o.body would "raise" him any higher, the calf was knocked down to him at thirty-five dollars and was promptly dispatched to a new home in charge of the Smith boys, who had come to see the finish of the "Bee."
Bill Barry refused to take any payment for his services in the matter, so the blacksmith hurried to find Dorothy and to place the money in her hands. To his surprise, he found her weeping bitterly, with her head against old Hannah"s hairy side, as if mingling her tears with that bereaved mother"s.
"Why, Dorothy dear! I understood you were tired of Daisy-Jewel and more than willing to exchange him for a colt. See here--thirty-five dollars, all in crisp banknotes, and your very own!"
But Dorothy would not be comforted, nor even lift her curly head to look upon what she now sadly considered as the price of blood, while Hannah continued to moo distractingly, yet, at the same time managed to chew her cud--the sign of a well-contented bovine mind.
Jim also drew near, a wide, short board in hand and, wholly disgusted with Dorothy"s inconsistency, exclaimed:
"Pshaw! If girls don"t beat all creation for changin" their minds! Here was you wantin" to be rid of that calf, now cryin" like--most like one yourself. Shucks! Dorothy Chester, where"s your good sense at? An" you stand aside, will you? I want to fix Hannah so you won"t have to chase her no more."
Now the truth is that Dorothy had listened to the auction with keen interest and no thought of grief till she heard Mr. Barry allude to herself as a "poor little girl with only one calf." Then the springs of self-pity were touched and she would have stopped the sale had she dared or known quite how. That her father approved of it he had told her at its beginning, and so did Jim. These two were the most sensibly practical persons she knew, even more than mother Martha,--where the question of live stock was concerned,--and she ought to be guided by their judgment. Daisy-Jewel had been a trial and expense from the day of his arrival at Skyrie, but--he was _her_ Daisy-Jewel, and she had sold him into bondage--probably, into worse: the hands of a butcher!
Thirty-five dollars! It seemed incredible: but thirty-five dollars as the price of a life. How dreadful!
"Stand still, you old misery! Now, then, my Hannah, how do you find yourself?" cried Jim, coolly pushing Dorothy aside and stepping back himself to avoid the twisting and jerking of the cow"s horns. "There you be! Plenty of chance to look down on the pasture but none to go skippin"
over stun walls!"
Dorothy wiped her eyes, indignant with Jim for his callous want of sympathy in her own grief, and curious about Hannah; who had ceased both mooing and chewing, confused and distracted by the thing which had befallen her.
Jim had simply hung the board he had brought upon Hannah"s horns and securely fastened it there, letting it fall forward over her face at an angle which permitted her to see the ground but, as he had declared, would not encourage her search for stone walls to leap. "Easy as fallin"
off a log, ain"t it?" he demanded of Mr. Winters, who had watched the operation with some amus.e.m.e.nt and some compa.s.sion. "Some folks think it"s mean to put boards on "em, but Mis" Stott she said "twas better to be mean to critters than to have critters mean to folks. Why, here has Dorothy been runnin" half over the hull farm, catchin" Hannah, when all that time she might have been studyin" her books!"
"Thanks, n.o.ble youth! I"m not "sufferin"" to study in the summer and vacation time," answered Dorothy, who had begun to recover her cheerfulness and now asked the blacksmith, as he extended the money toward her: "What will become of Daisy now?"
"Mrs. Calvert has bought him. He will be kept on the Deerhurst farm, the other side of the mountain, and will grow up, I trust, quite worthy of his pedigree. She owns a fine herd of animals and her stock-farm is one of her chief interests here."
"Than he won"t be--be murdered?"
"No, indeed. Here is your money. I must be going. Good-night."
"I"ll go along with you. Good-night, Dorothy. Don"t forget to ask your folks "bout that circus!" called Jim, casting a self-important glance into Seth Winters"s face as he followed him down the path.
With her money in hand Dorothy joined her parents and was well commended that she had consented to the sale of Daisy-Jewel; and for a little while, until milking-time required Martha"s presence in the barnyard, the trio discussed its vast amount and the best sort of horse to be selected. Neither Mr. Chester nor his wife dashed the girl"s enthusiasm or so much as hinted that the sum in hand would scarcely pay for a good horse. To her it seemed all-sufficient, not only for a horse, but for a wagon and harness as well. And--But let us not antic.i.p.ate!
The circus whose coming attractions now filled Jim Barlow"s mind more than even his beloved "study" had sent out its posters long ahead; so that the country folk might accustom themselves to the ideas of its tempting sights and to grow anxious to behold them. To the lad it seemed as if the days would never pa.s.s. The only relief to his eagerness was that Herbert"s projected camp-picnic had been postponed on account of Helena"s sudden illness. One of her bronchial attacks had kept her a prisoner within the Towers and she had become so interested in the idea of the affair that her brother waited for her to recover.
He contented himself the better by frequent visits to Skyrie, and by his gift to Dorothy of the stray kitten. The rather disreputable-looking little animal he had coaxed Miss Milliken to cleanse and adorn with a blue ribbon before its advent at Skyrie, where it now resided, petted and pampered till its thin outlines became plump ones and it almost filled that place in Dorothy"s heart left vacant by Daisy-Jewel.
Also, Dolly herself had twice been sent for to visit Helena in her confinement of the sick-room, and had won the liking of everybody who saw her there. She was so simple and natural, so free from the imitating manner of some of Helena"s friends who envied and toadied to the rich man"s daughter, that the heiress found her society novel and refreshing. It was something quite new for Helena to be told, one day when she was "fussing" over the dainty meal sent up to her room, that: