"Come away, Emily," begged another young lady, seizing Miss Tresor"s arm, "the old cat is quite furious; just look at her face."
"We"ll leave her to mamma"s tender mercies," said Emily carelessly, "she knows how to handle her. Do you remember that scene, Elinor, at Geneva?"
"Don"t I!" laughed Elinor, as they sauntered off.
Well, by the time that six o"clock came, there wasn"t so much as a sc.r.a.p of a letter left in Jasper"s post office, but, instead, a box crammed full of silver pieces and banknotes. And Miss Mary Taylor and Mr. Hamilton Dyce, and some other young ladies and gentlemen whom they drilled into the service, shut themselves up in the library and wrote as fast as ever they could make their pens fly over the paper, till little white piles appeared on the table. And Percy and Joel and Van and the other boys would rush in for these same piles to put them in the post office, to earn more money, to go into the big box. So back and forth ran these letter carriers, until even Miss Mary threw down her pen.
"I can"t write another word," she cried. "I"ve exhausted everything I can think of. I don"t want to see another letter!"
And then a card was put up outside the Wistaria arbor, "Post Office Closed." And everybody who still had money, was anxious to spend it before going home; so it was just lavished on the flower-bowers, the fancy-work table, and the candy shop.
And then, when there wasn"t anything more to be bought or sold, the bands moved down nearer to the center of the big lawn, making the gay little groups all move back, leaving a broad, smooth surface, for the affair was to end in dancing on the green.
Meanwhile Grandpapa was gallantly offering his arm to Madam Dyce, and leading her up to an esplanade on the upper terrace, and, word being spread about that all the guests were expected to follow, there they found seats and little tables and a bevy of waiters to serve a delicious supper. And here the dancing on the green below by the young people could be seen in all its gayety, the setting sun casting bright gleams upon the merry scene.
"Dear me! shouldn"t you think those young people would be tired enough after all they have worked," observed the old gentleman, leaning back in his comfortable chair, "to sit still and take it easy with us here?"
"No, indeed!" exclaimed Madam Dyce, "my old feet are actually twitching under my gown to dance too."
"In that case," observed old Mr. King most gallantly, "let me lead you down, and will you give me the honor?" He bent his white hair to the level of her hand.
"No, indeed," laughed Madam Dyce; "I will leave the field for the young people. But it carries me back to my youth, when you and I did dance many a time together, Horatio."
"Did we not?" laughed Grandpapa, too. And then up came some merry groups, tired of dancing, after some supper, when down they would go again, fortified and refreshed, to begin it all over once more. At last, even the lingering ones were obliged to say good-bye. The evening had shut in and the brilliant garden party was a thing of the past. The King household was resting and talking it all over on the s.p.a.cious veranda, luxurious in its cushions and rugs, its easy-chairs and hammocks.
"Oh, it has been so perfectly beatific!" exclaimed Polly, in a rapture. She was curled up on the top step, her head in Grandpapa"s lap, who was ensconced in a big chair with Phronsie"s tired little face snuggled up on his breast. "Hasn"t it, Alexia?" For Alexia was going to stay over night.
"Oh, my!" Alexia gave a sigh and squeezed Polly"s hand. "I never had such a good time in all my life, Polly Pepper," she declared. "The poor children won"t begin to get the fun out of it that we"ve had."
"Oh, those dear poor children!" exclaimed Polly, stretching out her toes, which now began to ache dreadfully; "just think how perfectly lovely it"s going to be for them all summer, Alexia."
Joel caught the last words. He poked up his head from one of the hammocks.
"Well, I guess Mr. Cabot has helped a poor child to go into the country,"
he cried, in a pleased tone.
"I guess everybody has helped," observed Ben, "the way your letters went, Jasper! Who would think so many could have been sold!"
Jasper stopped pulling Prince"s ears.
"Didn"t they go!" he cried, in huge satisfaction.
"I guess you were glad to get that big bill, Jasper," shouted Joel. "My, wasn"t he good to send it!"
"Eh?" asked Jasper. Everybody was chatting and laughing, so it wasn"t strange that things couldn"t be heard the first time. So Joel shouted it again, glad to be allowed to scream such a splendid contribution over and over. "The big bill, wasn"t it prime, Jasper!"
"What are you talking about, Joe?" cried Jasper, stopping his play with Prince, as he saw Joel was terribly in earnest over something.
"Why, the big bill I gave you, that Mr. Cabot sent. Hurrah! Wasn"t it fine!" Joel kicked up his heels and emitted a whistle that made Polly clap her hands over her ears.
"What big bill?" exclaimed Jasper. "What on earth are you talking about, Joe?"
Joel tumbled out of the hammock and took long leaps across the piazza floor, which landed him in front of Jasper.
"Why, that ten-dollar bill I gave you that Mr. Cabot sent to the post office," he said, in a breath.
"You didn"t give me any ten-dollar bill," said Jasper, all in a puzzle; "you"ve been dreaming, Joe."
"I--I laid it down right by you." Joe could only gasp the words now.
"I didn"t see it," said Jasper.
X
TROUBLE FOR JOEL
There was an awful pause, for everybody caught the last words. Joel slid to the floor in a little heap. Mrs. Chatterton spoke up quickly.
"It"s easy enough to see where it went," and she gave a little laugh.
"Come on, Joe." Jasper sprang up and shook Joel"s arm. "We"ll go and hunt for it."
"I"ll go, too." Van and Percy screamed it together. Now that any trouble had come to Joel, each vied with the other to see which could work the faster to help matters.
"I laid it--right down. Oh, dear me!" Joel was pretty far gone in distress by this time, and blubbered miserably, as they all raced across the greensward, Polly and Alexia following swiftly. "Hold on there, James,"
ordered Jasper, to one of the three men busy dismantling the post office of its improvised tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs of pine branches.
"Eh--eh, sor? Stop, boys," said James to the workmen within the arbor.
"We have lost something," panted Jasper, as the whole group precipitated themselves up to the spot.
"Is that so, sor?" said James, in great concern. "Well, if I"d "a" known it, I"d "a" kept a sharp eye out for it, sor." Polly and Alexia were already in the arbor in the thickest of the green branches scattered over the floor, and the boys were picking and pulling wildly, everywhere a banknote could be supposed to hide. "What was it, sor?"
"A banknote," said Jasper, down on his knees, prowling over the floor with both hands, while Joel, who could scarcely see for the tears that streamed down his chubby cheeks, searched desperately on all sides.
"Is that so, sor?" said James, in great distress. "Well now, that"s too bad. We"ve taken off two loads already, sor."
"Where have you put them?" demanded Jasper, springing to his feet.
"Down in the dump, sor."
"We must look that over," said Jasper decidedly. "Send your men with lanterns; don"t touch a single thing here, James, I"ll come back," and he sprang off.
"No, no, sor," said James, touching his cap. "Now, boys," to the workmen, "you can leave this here; get your lanterns and help the master."