So she drew it carefully away, without awaking the little sleeper, and placed it where she knew Phronsie"s eyes would rest on it the first thing in the morning.
It was going on towards the middle of the night when Phronsie, whose exciting dreams of mamsie and the boys wouldn"t let her rest quietly, woke up; and in the very first flash she thought of her cushion.
"Why, where--" she said, in the softest little tones, only half awake, "why, Polly, where is it?" and she began to feel all around her pillow to see if it had fallen down there.
But Polly"s brown head with its crowd of antic.i.p.ations and busy plans was away off in dreamland, and she breathed on and on perfectly motionless.
"I guess I better," said Phronsie to herself, now thoroughly awake, and sitting up in bed, "not wake her up. Poor Polly"s tired; I can find it myself, I know I can."
So she slipped out of bed, and prowling around on the floor, felt all about for the little cushion.
""Tisn"t here, oh, no, it isn"t," she sighed at last, and getting up, she stood still a moment, lost in thought. "Maybe Jane"s put it out in the hall," she said, as a bright thought struck her. "I can get it there," and out she pattered over the soft carpet to the table at the end of the long hall, where Jane often placed the children"s playthings over night. As she was coming back after her fruitless search, she stopped to peep over the bal.u.s.trade down the fascinating flight of stairs, now so long and dark. Just then a little faint ray of light shot up from below, and met her eyes.
"Why!" she said in gentle surprise, "they"re all down-stairs! I guess they"re making something for mamsie--I"m going to see."
So, carefully picking her way over the stairs with her little bare feet, and holding on to the bal.u.s.trade at every step, she went slowly down, guided by the light, which, as she neared the bottom of the flight, she saw came from the library door.
"Oh, isn"t it funny!" and she gave a little happy laugh. "They won"t know I"m comin"!" and now the soft little feet went pattering over the thick carpet, until she stood just within the door. There she stopped perfectly still.
Two dark figures, big and powerful, were bending over something that Phronsie couldn"t see, between the two big windows. A lantern on the floor flung its rays over them as they were busily occupied; and the firelight from the dying coals made the whole stand out distinctly to the gaze of the motionless little figure.
"Why! what are you doing with my grandpa"s things?"
The soft, clear notes fell like a thunderbolt upon the men. With a start they brought themselves up, and stared--only to see a little white-robed figure, with its astonished eyes uplifted with childlike, earnest gaze, as she waited for her answer.
For an instant they were powerless to move; and stood as if frozen to the spot, till Phronsie, moving one step forward, piped forth:
"Naughty men, to touch my dear grandpa"s things!"
With a smothered cry one of them started forward with arm uplifted; but the other sprang like a cat and intercepted the blow.
"Stop!" was all he said. A noise above the stairs--a rushing sound through the hall! Something will save Phronsie, for the household is aroused! The two men sprang through the window, having no time to catch the lantern or their tools, as Polly, followed by one and another, rushed in and surrounded the child.
"What!" gasped Polly, and got no further.
"STOP, THIEF!" roared Mr. King, hurrying over the stairs. The children, frightened at the strange noises, began to cry and scream, as they came running through the halls to the spot. Jasper rushed for the men-servants.
And there stood Phronsie, surrounded by the pale group. "Twas two naughty men," she said, lifting her little face with the grieved, astonished look still in the big brown eyes, "and they were touching my grandpa"s things, Polly!"
"I should think they were," said Jasper, running over amongst the few scattered tools and the lantern, to the windows, where, on the floor, was a large table cover hastily caught up by the corners, into which a vast variety of silver, jewelry, and quant.i.ties of costly articles were gathered ready for flight. "They"ve broken open your safe, father!" he cried in excitement, "see!"
"And they put up their hand--one man did," went on Phronsie. "And the other said "Stop!"--oh, Polly, you hurt me!" she cried, as Polly, unable to bear the strain any longer, held her so tightly she could hardly breathe.
"Go on," said Jasper, "how did they look?"
"All black," said the child, pushing back her wavy hair and looking at him, "very all black, Jasper."
"And their faces, Phronsie?" said Mr. King, getting down on his old knees on the floor beside her. "Bless me! somebody else ask her, I can"t talk!"
"How did their faces look, Phronsie, dear?" asked Jasper, taking one of the cold hands in his. "Can"t you think?"
"Oh!" said Phronsie--and then she gave a funny little laugh, "two big holes, Jasper, that"s all they had!"
"She means they were masked," whispered Jasper.
"What did you get up for?" Mrs. Whitney asked. "Dear child, what made you get out of bed?"
"Why, my cushion-pin," said Phronsie looking worried at once. "I couldn"t find it, and--"
But just at this, without a bit of warning, Polly tumbled over in a dead faint.
And then it was all confusion again.
And so, on the following afternoon, it turned out that the Peppers, about whose coming there had been so many plans and expectations, just walked in as if they had always lived there. The greater excitement completely swallowed up the less!
WHICH TREATS OF A GOOD MANY MATTERS
"Phooh!" said Joel a few mornings after the emptying of the little brown house into the big one, when he and Van were rehearsing for the fiftieth time all the points of the eventful night, "phooh! if I"d been here they wouldn"t have got away, I guess!"
"What would you have done?" asked Van, bristling up at this reflection on their courage, and squaring up to him. "What would you have done, Joel Pepper?"
"I"d a-pitched right into "em--like--everything!" said Joel valiantly; "and a-caught "em! Yes, every single one of the Bunglers!"
"The what?" said Van, bursting into a loud laugh.
"The Bunglers," said Joel with a red face. "That"s what you said they were, anyway," he added positively.
"I said Burglars," said Van, doubling up with amus.e.m.e.nt, while Joel stood, a little st.u.r.dy figure, regarding him with anything but a sweet countenance.
"Well anyway, I"d a-caught "em, so there!" he said, as Van at last showed signs of coming out of his fit of laughter, and got up and wiped his eyes.
"How"d you have caught "em?" asked Van, scornfully surveying the square little country figure before him. "You can"t hit any.
"Can"t?" said Joel, the black eyes flashing volumes, and coming up in front of Van. "You better believe I can, Van Whitney!"
"Come out in the back yard and try then," said Van hospitably, perfectly delighted at the prospect, and flying alone towards the door. "Come right out and try."
"All right!" said Joel, following st.u.r.dily, equally delighted to show his skill.
"There," said Van, taking off his jacket, and flinging it on the gra.s.s, while Joel immediately followed suit with his little homespun one.
"Now we can begin perfectly splendid! I won"t hit hard," he added patronizingly, as both boys stood ready.
"Hit as hard as you"ve a-mind to," said Joel, "I"m a-going to."