"Oh, dear me!" Ezekiel essayed to, but laid down his spoon. "I don"t want anything, I"m so tired."
Mrs. Henderson cast an anxious glance over at him.
"No need to worry," her husband telegraphed back, going quietly on with his own dinner. Rachel had begun on hers with hungry zest, but stopped suddenly, hopped out of her chair, and raced to the door.
"Rachel!" It wasn"t a loud voice, but she found herself back again and looking into Mrs. Henderson"s face.
"Sit down, dear; we do not leave the table in that way."
So Rachel slipped into her seat, feeling as if all the blood in her body were in her hot cheeks.
"Now, what is it?" The parson"s wife took one of the brown hands working nervously under the tablecloth. "Tell me; don"t be afraid," she said softly. But Miss Jerusha heard.
"Stuff and nonsense!" she exclaimed, with a sneer. "When I was a child, there was no such coddlin" goin" on, I can tell you."
"It"s Peletiah," said Rachel. "Oh, dear me! he"s out on the piazza, and he must be awfully hungry. Can"t I make him come in?"
"No, sit still. Husband"--the parson"s wife looked down the table--"excuse me a minute." She slipped out, and in another moment in she came, and Peletiah with her.
And then Mr. Henderson told such a funny story about a monkey he had read about only just that very morning, that Ezekiel forgot there ever was such a thing as tired legs, and even Peletiah had no thoughts for that dreadful run home from Grandma Bascom"s.
As for Rachel, all idea of dinner flew at once out of her head. She laid down her knife and fork and leaned forward with sparkling eyes, to catch every word. Seeing which, Mrs. Henderson burst out laughing.
"I"m afraid you are making things worse, husband," she said, "for they won"t eat any dinner at all now."
"I surely am," said the parson, with another laugh, "and I thought I was going to help so much," he added ruefully.
"How you can laugh," exclaimed Miss Jerusha sourly, at the good time in progress, and sitting quite stiffly, "I don"t for my part see."
"Oh, well, if you"d laugh more, it would be better for all of us, Jerusha,"
said her brother good-naturedly.
"I ain"t a-goin" to laugh," declared Miss Jerusha, "and it"s a wicked, sinful shame to set such an example before those boys, like coddlin" up that girl for keepin" them off playin". I never see such goin"s on!"
"We haven"t been playing," said Peletiah stoutly.
"I told her so," said Ezekiel fretfully, seeing that his father had no more monkey stories to offer, "but she keeps saying it just the same. I wish she"d go off and play," he added vindictively.
The idea of Miss Jerusha ever having played, made Rachel turn in her chair and regard her fixedly. Then she broke out into a laugh; it was such a merry peal that presently the boys joined in, and even the parson and his wife had hard work to keep their faces straight.
"Well, if I _ever_ see such goin"s on!" Miss Jerusha shoved back her chair and stalked out of the room.
"Did she ever play?" asked Rachel, when the door into the keeping-room had slammed.
"Why, yes, of course, child," said Mrs. Henderson, with a smile, "when she was a little girl."
"And was she ever a little girl?" persisted Rachel.
"Why, certainly. Now eat your dinner, Rachel."
Rachel picked up her knife and fork. When the two boys saw that she was ready to really begin on her meal, they set to on theirs.
"I"m awful hungry," announced Peletiah, when he had been working busily on his plateful.
The parson burst out into a laugh, like a boy.
"Hush, husband," warned Mrs. Henderson; "I"m afraid Jerusha will hear."
"I can"t help it, Almira." His eyes were br.i.m.m.i.n.g with amus.e.m.e.nt. "Our boys are getting waked up already."
"I ain"t asleep," declared Peletiah, looking up at his father in amazement; "I"m eating my dinner."
"So am I," announced Ezekiel wisely, and putting out his plate for another potato.
"So I see," said his father gravely. "Well, now we"re all getting on very well," he added, in great satisfaction, with a glance around the table.
"Good-bye; you must excuse me, wife; you know I must get over to the funeral early."
"Is old Miss Bedlow dead, Ma?" asked Peletiah, pausing in the act of getting some gravy to his mouth.
"Yes, dear. Take care, Peletiah, and pay attention to your dinner."
Peletiah set down the mouthful on his plate. "I hain"t got to go, have I, Ma?" he asked, in trepidation.
"No, dear; now go on with your dinner, and don"t say "hain"t.""
"I"m glad I haven"t got to go," observed Peletiah, with a long sigh of relief, and beginning on his dinner once more. "I don"t like funerals."
"I do." Rachel bobbed her black head at him across the table, and her eyes roved excitedly. "I"ve seen lots an" lots of "em in the city. They"re fine, I tell you." She laid down her knife and fork again and waved her arms.
"Oh, a string of carriages as long--an" the corpse is sometimes in a white box, and heaps of flowers. I like "em next to the circus."
"There, there, Rachel, eat your dinner, child," broke in Mrs. Henderson quickly. "And, boys, don"t talk any more. You must get through dinner, for I have to go to Miss Bedlow"s by two o"clock," and she got out of her chair and began to clear the table.
So all that was to be heard now in the parsonage kitchen was the pleasant rattle of knives and forks, and the bustle of clearing up, and presently the children hopped out of their chairs and began to help Mrs. Henderson to set everything in order.
"I"m goin" to wash every single thing up," announced Rachel, hurrying for the mop.
"Can you, dear?" asked the parson"s wife. She was very tired, and yet had the funeral of the old parishioner to attend. But the risk seemed great of allowing the new little girl to do up all the dinner dishes. "There are a great many of them, and some of them are big"--glancing doubtfully around the piles. "Are you sure you can manage them?"
"Why, yes," declared Rachel in scorn, "I can do "em all just as easy!" She stopped to snap her fingers at the greasy plates, then ran over to get the big teakettle on the stove in a twinkling.
"Let Peletiah carry that for you," said Mrs. Henderson.
"He"s so slow," said Rachel, but she stopped obediently.
"Rachel, there is one thing"--and the parson"s wife came over and put her hand on the thin little shoulder--"we all help each other in this house, and we never talk against one."
"Oh," said Rachel.
Peletiah by this time had advanced on the teakettle, and, as soon as he could, he bore it off and solemnly poured a goodly supply of boiling-hot water into the waiting dishpan.