"Be sure you"ve chosen one then," laughed Jim as he rather gingerly picked up one infant and placed it behind the dashboard. He had on his own Sunday attire and realized the cost of it, so objected almost as strongly as Mabel had done to contact with this well-soused youngster.
"Say, sonny, what made you tumble in the brook? Don"t you know this is Sunday?"
"Yep. Didn"t tumble, just _went_. I"m no "sonny"; I"m sissy. S-a-p sap, p-h-i----" began the little one, glibly and distinctly.
"You can"t be! You surely are Ananias! Your hair is cut exactly like a boy"s and you wear boy"s panties! You"re spelling the wrong name. Look out! What next?" cried Molly anxiously, as the active baby suddenly climbed over the back of that seat to join her mate behind. There master Ananias--or was it really Sapphira?--cuddled down on the rug in the bottom of the cart and settled himself--herself--for sleep.
Neither Alfy nor Melvin interfered with these too-close small neighbors; but withdrawing to the extreme edges of the seat left them to sleep and get dry at their leisure. After that the homeward drive proceeded in peace; only Herbert calling out now and then from his place in the big wagon to make Melvin admire some particular beauty of the scene, challenging the Provincial to beat it if he could in that far away Markland of his own.
"But you haven"t the sea!" retorted Melvin, proudly.
"We don"t need it. We have the HUDSON RIVER!" came as swiftly back; and as they had come just then to a turn in the road where an ancient building stood beneath a canopy of trees, he asked: "Hold up the horses a minute, will you, Littlejohn? I"d like our English friend to say if he ever saw anything more picturesque than this."
"This" was a more than century-old Friends" meeting-house. Unpainted and shingled all over its outward surface. "Old shingle-sides" was its local name, and a lovelier location could not have been chosen even by a less austere body of worshipers.
Meeting had been prolonged that First Day. The hand clasp of neighbor with neighbor which signaled its close had just been given. From the doorways on either side, the men"s and the women"s, these silent worshipers were now issuing; the men to seek the vehicles waiting beneath the long shed and the women to gossip a moment of neighborhood affairs.
Mr. Winters was willing to rest and "breathe the horses" for a little, the day being warm and the drive long, and to observe with interest the decorous home-going of these Plain People; and it so chanced that the big wagon, where Dorothy sat on the front seat with Luna resting against her, halted just beside the entrance to the meeting-house grounds. From her place she watched the departing congregation with the keen interest she brought to everything; and among them she recognized the familiar outlines of George Fox, the miller"s fine horse; and, holding the reins over its back, Oliver Sands, the miller himself. So close he drove to the big wagon that George Fox"s nose touched Littlejohn"s leader, and the boy pulled back a little.
"Huh! That"s old Oliver in his First Day grays! But he"s in the grumps. Guess the Spirit hasn"t moved him to anything pleasant, by the look," he remarked to Dorothy beside him.
"He does look as if he were in trouble. I don"t like him. I never did.
He wasn"t--well, nice to Father John once. But I"m sorry he"s unhappy.
n.o.body ought to be on such a heavenly day."
If Oliver saw those watching beside the gate he made no sign. His fat shoulders, commonly so erect, were bowed as if he had suddenly grown old. His face had lost its unctuous smile and was haggard with care; and for once he paid no heed to George Fox"s un-Quakerlike gambols, fraught with danger to the open buggy he drew. A pale-faced woman in the orthodox attire of the birthright Friends sat beside the miller and clung to him in evident terror at the horse"s behavior. It was she who saw how close the contact between their own and the Deerhurst team, and her eye fell anxiously upon the two girlish figures upon the front seat of the wagon. For a girl the unknown Luna seemed, clad in the scarlet frock and hat that Dorothy had given; while Dolly, herself, clasping the little creature close lest she should be frightened looked even younger than she was.
"Sisters," thought Dorcas Sands, "yet not alike." Then casting a second, critical glance upon Luna she uttered a strange cry and clutched her husband"s arm.
"Dorcas, thee is too old for foolishness," was all the heed he paid to her gesture, and drove stolidly on, unseeing aught but his own inward perturbation which had found no solace in that morning"s Meeting.
Dorcas looked back once over her shoulder and Dorothy returned a friendly smile to the sweet old face in the white-lined gray bonnet.
Then the bonnet faced about again and George Fox whisked its wearer out of sight.
"I declare I"d love to be a Quakeress and wear such clothes as these women do. They look so sweet and peaceful and happy. As if nothing ever troubled them. Don"t you think they"re lovely, Littlejohn?"
"Huh! I don"t know. That there Mrs. Sands--Dorcas Sands is the way she"s called "cause the Friends don"t give n.o.body t.i.tles--I guess there ain"t a more unhappy woman on our mountain than her."
"Why, Littlejohn! Fancy! With such a--a good man; isn"t he?"
"Good accordin" as you call goodness. He ain"t bad, not so bad; only you want to look sharp when you have dealings with him. They say he measures the milk his folks use in the cookin" and if more b.u.t.ter goes one week than he thinks ought to he skimps "em the next. I ain"t stuck on that kind of a man, myself, even if he is all-fired rich. Gid-dap, boys!"
With which expression of his sentiments the young mountaineer touched up the team that had rather lagged behind the others and the conversation dropped. But during all that homeward ride there lingered in Dorothy"s memory that strange, startled, half-cognizant gaze which gentle Dorcas Sands had cast upon poor Luna. But by this time, the afflicted guest had become as one of the family; and the fleeting interest of any pa.s.ser-by was accepted as mere curiosity and soon forgotten.
After dinner Mr. Winters disappeared; and the younger members of the House Party disposed themselves after their desires; some for a stroll in the woods, some in select, cosy spots for quiet reading; and a few--as Mabel, Helena, and Monty--for a nap. But all gathered again at supper-time and a happy evening followed; with music and talk and a brief bedtime service at which the Master officiated.
But Dorothy noticed that he still looked anxious and that he was preoccupied, a manner wholly new to her beloved Mr. Seth. So, as she bade him good-night she asked:
"Is it anything I can help, dear Master?"
"Why do you fancy anything"s amiss, la.s.sie?"
"Oh! you show it in your eyes. Can I help?"
"Yes. You may break the news to Dinah that those twins are on our hands for--to-night at least. I"m sorry, but together you two must find them a place to sleep. We can"t be unchristian you know--not on the Lord"s own day!"
He smiled his familiar, whimsical smile as he said this and it rea.s.sured the girl at once. Pointing to a distant corner of the room, where some considerate person had tossed down a sofa cushion, she showed him the ill-named babies asleep with their arms about each other"s neck and their red lips parted in happy slumber.
"They"ve found their own place you see; will it do?"
"Admirable! They"re like kittens or puppies--one spot"s as good as another. Throw a rug over them and let them be. I think they"ll need nothing more to-night, but if they do they"re of the sort will make it known. Good-night, little Dorothy. Sleep well."
After a custom which Father John had taught her, though he could not himself explain it, Dorothy "set her mind" like an alarm clock to wake her at six the next morning and it did so. She bathed and dressed with utmost carefulness and succeeded in doing this without waking anybody.
Those whose business it was to be awake, as the house servants, gave her a silent nod for good-morning and smiled to think of her energy.
The reason appeared when she drew a chair to a desk by the library window and wrote the following letter:
"MY DARLING AUNT BETTY:
"Good-morning, please, and I hope you"ll have a happy day.
I"ve written you a post card or a letter every day since you went away but I haven"t had one back. I wonder and am sorry but I suppose you are too busy with your sick friend. I hope you aren"t angry with me for anything. I was terrible sorry about somebody--losing--stealing that money! There, it"s out! and I feel better. Sorrier, too, about it"s being _him_. Well, that"s gone, and as you have so much more I guess you won"t care much. Besides, we don"t need much.
Dear Mr. Seth is just too splendid for words. He thinks of something nice to do all the time.
"Yesterday we went to church and so did the dogs and the twins. I haven"t told you about them for this is the first letter since they came and that was just after breakfast Sunday. A crazy man brought them and said he"d "pa.s.sed them on." They"re the cutest little mites with such horrible names--Ananias and Sapphira! Imagine anybody cruel enough to give babies those names. They aren"t much bigger than b.u.t.tons but they talk as plain as you do. They said "A-ah!"
and "A-A-men!" in the middle of the sermon and stopped the minister preaching. I wasn"t sorry they did for I didn"t know what they"d do next nor Luna either. They three and Mr.
Seth are the uninvited, or self-invited, ones and they"re more fun than all the rest. Mabel fell out the carriage, or jumped out, and spoiled her dress and fainted away.
"My House Party is just fine! Monty got stuck in the barn and had to be sawed apart. I mean the barn had to be, not Monty; and not one of us said a word about it.
"I"m writing this before the rest are up because afterward I shan"t have a minute"s chance. It"s a great care to have a House Party, though the Master--we call Mr. Winters that, all of us--takes the care. I don"t know what we would do without him, and what we can without that stolen money.
Monty says if he had that or had some of his own, he"d be able to manage without any old Master, he would. That was when he wanted to go sailing Sunday afternoon and Mr. Seth said "no."
"Monty"s real smooth outside but he has p.r.i.c.kly tempers sometimes; and I guess he--he sort of "sa.s.sed" the Master, "cause he refused to give us any money to hire a sail boat and Monty hadn"t any left himself. But it all blew over. Mr.
Seth doesn"t seem to mind Monty any more"n he does his tortoise-sh.e.l.l cat; and he"s a very nice boy, a very nice boy, indeed. So are they all. I"m proud of them all. So is Mabel. So is Molly B. Those two are so proud they squabble quite consid"able over which is the nicest, and the boys just laugh.
"Oh! I must stop. It"s getting real near breakfast time; and dear Aunt Betty, will you please send me another one hundred dollars by the return of the mail? I mean as quick as you can. You see to-day, we"re going around visiting "Headquarters" of all the revolution people. There"s a lot of them and they won"t cost anything to see; but to-morrow there"s "The Greatest Show on Earth" coming to Newburgh and I _must_ take my guests to it. I really must.
"Good-by, darling Aunt Betty.
"DOROTHY.
"P. S.--I"ve heard that people can telegraph money and that it goes quicker that way. Please do it.
"D.
"P. P. S.--Mr Seth says that this Headquartering will be as good as the circus, but it isn"t easy to believe; and Melvin isn"t particularly pleased over the trip. I suppose that"s because our folks whipped his; and please be sure to telegraph the money at once. The tickets are fifty cents a-piece and ten cents extra for every side-show; and Molly and I have ciphered it out that it will take a lot, more"n I"d like to have the Master pay, generous as he is. Isn"t it lovely to be a rich girl and just ask for as much money as you want and get it? Oh! I love you, Aunt Betty!
"DOROTHY; for sure the last time."
One of the men was going to early market and by him the writer dispatched this epistle. Promptly posted, it reached Mrs. Calvert that morning, who replied as promptly and by telegram as her young relative had requested. The yellow envelope was awaiting Dorothy that evening, when she came home from "Headquartering" with her guests, and she opened it eagerly.