"Now, I tell you," he said, "you must not take off that bandage again; do you know the consequences? You will be blind! and then you will be a care to your mother all your life!"
"I shall be blind, anyway," said Polly, despairingly; "so "twon"t make any difference."
"No; your eyes will come out of it all right, only I did hope," and the good doctor"s face fell--"that the other two boys would escape; but,"
and he brightened up at sight of Polly"s forlorn visage--"see you do your part by keeping still."
But there came a day soon when everything was still around the once happy little brown house--when only whispers were heard from white lips; and thoughts were fearfully left unuttered.
On the morning of one of these days, when Mrs. Pepper felt she could not exist an hour longer without sleep, kind Mrs. Beebe came to stay until things were either better or worse.
Still the cloud hovered, dark and forbidding. At last, one afternoon, when Polly was all alone, she could endure it no longer. She flung herself down by the side of the old bed, and buried her face in the gay patched bed-quilt.
"Dear G.o.d," she said, "make me willing to have anything," she hesitated--"yes, anything happen; to be blind forever, and to have Joey sick, only make me good."
How long she staid there she never knew; for she fell asleep--the first sleep she had had since Joey was taken sick. And little Mrs. Beebe coming in found her thus.
"Polly," the good woman said, leaning over her, "you poor, pretty creeter, you; I"m goin" to tell you somethin"--there, there, just to think! Joel"s goin" to get well!"
"Oh, Mrs. Beebe!" cried Polly, tumbling over in a heap on the floor, her face, as much as could be seen under the bandage, in a perfect glow, "Is he, really?"
"Yes, to be sure; the danger"s all over now," said the little old lady, inwardly thinking--"If I hadn"t a-come!"
"Well, then, the Lord wants him to," cried Polly, in rapture; "don"t he, Mrs. Beebe?"
"To be sure--to be sure," repeated the kind friend, only half understanding.
"Well, I don"t care about my eyes, then," cried Polly; and to Mrs.
Beebe"s intense astonishment and dismay, she spun round and round in the middle of the floor.
"Oh, Polly, Polly!" the little old lady cried, running up to her, "do stop! the doctor wouldn"t let you! he wouldn"t really, you know! it"ll all go to your eyes."
"I don"t care," repeated Polly, in the middle of a spin; but she stopped obediently; "seems as if I just as soon be blind as not; it"s so beautiful Joey"s going to get well!"
SUNSHINE AGAIN
But as Joel was smitten down suddenly, so he came up quickly, and his hearty nature a.s.serted itself by rapid strides toward returning health; and one morning he astonished them all by turning over suddenly and exclaiming:
"I want something to eat!"
"Bless the Lord!" cried Mrs. Pepper, "now he"s going to live!"
"But he mustn"t eat," protested Mrs. Beebe, in great alarm, trotting for the cup of gruel. "Here, you pretty creeter you, here"s something nice."
And she temptingly held the spoon over Joel"s mouth; but with a grimace he turned away.
"Oh, I want something to eat! some gingerbread or some bread and b.u.t.ter."
"Dear me!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mrs. Beebe. "Gingerbread!" Poor Mrs. Pepper saw the hardest part of her trouble now before her, as she realized that the returning appet.i.te must be fed only on strengthening food; for where it was to come from she couldn"t tell.
"The Lord only knows where we"ll get it," she groaned within herself.
Yes, He knew. A rap at the door, and little David ran down to find the cause.
"Oh, mammy," he said, "Mrs. Henderson sent it--see! see!" And in the greatest excitement he placed in her lap a basket that smelt savory and nice even before it was opened. When it was opened, there lay a little bird delicately roasted, and folded in a clean napkin; also a gla.s.s of jelly, crimson and clear.
"Oh, Joey," cried Mrs. Pepper, almost overwhelmed with joy, "see what Mrs. Henderson sent you! now you can eat fit for a king!"
That little bird certainly performed its mission in life; for as Mrs.
Beebe said, "It just touched the spot!" and from that very moment Joel improved so rapidly they could hardly believe their eyes.
"Hoh! I haven"t been sick!" he cried on the third day, true to his nature. "Mammy, I want to get up."
"Oh, dear, no! you mustn"t, Joel," cried Mrs. Pepper in a fright, running up to him as he was preparing to give the bedclothes a l.u.s.ty kick; "you"ll send "em in."
"Send what in?" asked Joel, looking up at his mother in terror, as the dreadful thought made him pause.
"Why, the measles, Joey; they"ll all go in if you get out."
"How they goin" to get in again, I"d like to know?" asked Joel, looking at the little red spots on his hands in incredulity; say, ma!
"Well, they will," said his mother, "as you"ll find to your sorrow if you get out of bed."
"Oh, dear," said Joel, beginning to whimper, as he drew into bed again, "when can I get up, mammy!"
"Oh, in a day or two," responded Mrs. Pepper, cheerfully; "you"re getting on so finely you"ll be as smart as a cricket! Shouldn"t you say he might get up in a day or two, Mrs. Beebe?" she appealed to that individual who was knitting away cheerily in the corner.
"Well, if he keeps on as he"s begun, I shouldn"t know what to think,"
replied Mrs. Beebe. "It beats all how quick he"s picked up. I never see anything like it, I"m sure!"
And as Mrs. Beebe was a great authority in sickness, the old, sunny cheeriness began to creep into the brown house once more, and to bubble over as of yore.
"Seems as if "twas just good to live," said Mrs. Pepper, thankfully once, when her thoughts were too much for her. "I don"t believe I shall ever care how poor we are," she continued, "as long as we"re together."
"And that"s just what the Lord meant, maybe," replied good Mrs. Beebe, who was preparing to go home.
Joel kept the house in a perfect uproar all through his getting well.
Mrs. Pepper observed one day, when he had been more turbulent than usual, that she was "almost worn to a thread."
"Twasn"t anything to take care of you, Joe," she added, "when you were real sick, because then I knew where you were; but--well, you won"t ever have the measles again, I s"pose, and that"s some comfort!"
Little David, who had been nearly stunned by the sickness that had laid aside his almost constant companion, could express his satisfaction and joy in no other way than by running every third minute and begging to do something for him. And Joel, who loved dearly to be waited on, improved every opportunity that offered; which Mrs. Pepper observing, soon put a stop to.
"You"ll run his legs off, Joel," at last she said, when he sent David the third time down to the wood-pile for a stick of just the exact thickness, and which the little messenger declared wasn"t to be found.
"Haven"t you any mercy? You"ve kept him going all day, too," she added, glancing at David"s pale face.
"Oh, mammy," panted David, "don"t; I love to go. Here Joe, is the best I could find," handing him a nice smooth stick.