Deacon Brown"s old wagon stood at the gate, for the Peppers and their friends; and, oh! joy, not the old horse between the shafts, but a newer and much livelier beast. And on the straw laid in the bottom of the wagon, the seats being removed, disported all the merry group, Mr.
King alone having the dignity of a chair.
Deacon Brown, delighted with his scheme of bringing the wagon over as a surprise for the Peppers to take a drive in, was on the side of the narrow foot-path, chuckling and rubbing his hands together. "You won"t have to drive so easy as you used to, Ben," he called out, "this fellow"s chirk; give him his head. Sho! what you goin" that way for?"
as Ben turned off down the lane.
"To Grandma Bascom"s," shouted two or three voices.
"Joel"s over there," sang out Polly.
"We couldn"t go without him, you know," chirped Phronsie, poking a distressed little face up from the straw heap.
""Twould serve him just right if we did," said Van. "He"s a great chap to stay over there like this."
"No--no," cried d.i.c.k in terror, "don"t go without Joel; I"d rather have him than any of you," he added, not over politely.
Phronsie began to cry piteously at the mere thought of Joel"s being left behind.
"He wanted to see Mr. Beebe," she managed to say, "and dear Mrs. Beebe.
Oh! don"t go without him." So Mr. King made them hand her up to him, and at the risk of their both rolling out, he held her in his lap until the wagon, stopping at the door of Grandma Bascom"s cottage, brought Joel bounding out with a whoop.
"Jolly! where"d you get that, and where are you going?" all in one breath, as he swung himself up behind.
"Deacon Brown brought it over just now," cried Polly.
"As a surprise," furnished Percy. "Isn"t he a fine old chap? Here"s for the very jolliest go!"
"We"re going to see dear Mr. Beebe, and dear Mrs. Beebe," announced Phronsie, smiling through her tears, and leaning out of the old gentleman"s lap to nod at him.
"Hurrah!" screamed Joel. "Good-by, Grandma," to the old lady, whose cap-frills were framed in the small window. "I"ve had a fine time in there," he condescended to say, but nothing further as to the details could they extract from him; and so at last they gave it up, and lent their attention to the various things to be seen as the wagon spun along. And so over and through the town, and to the very door of the little shoe-shop, and there, to be sure, was Mr. Beebe the same as ever, to welcome them; and Joel found to his immense satisfaction that the stone pot was as full of sugary doughnuts as in the old days; and Phronsie had her pink and white sticks, and Mrs. Beebe "Oh-ed" and "Ah-ed" over them all, and couldn"t bear to let them go when at last it was time to say "good-by." And at last they all climbed into the old wagon, and were off again on their round of visits.
It was not till the gray dusk of the winter afternoon settled down unmistakably, so that no one could beg to stay out longer, that they turned Deacon Brown"s horse toward the little brown house.
"It"s going to snow to-morrow, I think," observed Jasper, squinting up at the leaden sky, "isn"t it, father?"
"Whoop!" exclaimed Joel, "then we will have sport, I tell you!"
"It certainly looks like it," said old Mr. King, wrapping his fur-lined coat closer. "Phronsie, are you sure you are warm enough?"
"Yes, Grandpapa dear," she answered, curling up deeper in the straw at his feet.
"Do you remember how you would carry the red-topped shoes home with you, Phronsie?" cried Polly, and then away they rushed again into "Oh, don"t you remember this, and you haven"t forgotten that?" Jasper as wildly reminiscent now as the others, for hadn"t he almost as good as lived at the little brown house, pray tell? So the Whitneys looked curiously on, without a chance to be heard in all the merry chatter; and then they drew up at the gate of the parsonage, where they were all to have supper.
When Phronsie woke up in the big bed by the side of her mother the next morning, Polly was standing over her, and looking down into her face.
"Oh, Phronsie!" she exclaimed in great glee, "the ground is all covered with snow!"
"O--oh!" screamed Phronsie, her brown eyes flying wide open, "do give me my shoes and stockings, Polly, do! I"ll be dressed in just one--minute," and thereupon ensued a merry scramble as she tumbled out of the big bed, and commenced operations, Polly running out to help Mamsie get the breakfast.
"Mush seems good now we don"t have to eat it," cried Joel, as they all at last sat around the board.
""Twas good then," said Mrs. Pepper, her black eyes roving over the faces before her.
"How funny," cried Percy Whitney, who had run over from the parsonage to breakfast, "this yellow stuff is." And he took up a spoonful of it gingerly.
"You don"t like it, Percy; don"t try to eat it. I"ll make you a slice of toast," cried Polly, springing out of her chair, "in just one moment."
"No, you mustn"t," cried d.i.c.k, bounding in in time to catch the last words. "Mamma said no one was to have anything different, if we came to breakfast, from what the Peppers are going to eat. I like the yellow stuff; give me some, do," and he slid into a chair and pa.s.sed his plate to Mrs. Pepper.
"So you shall, d.i.c.ky," she said hastily. "And you will never taste sweeter food than this," giving him a generous spoonful.
"Grandpapa is eating ham and fried eggs over at the minister"s house,"
contributed d.i.c.k, after satisfying his hunger a bit.
"Ham and fried eggs!" exclaimed Mother Pepper, aghast. "Why, he never touches them. You must be mistaken, my boy."
"No, I"m not," said d.i.c.k, obstinately. "The minister"s wife said it was, and she asked me if I wouldn"t have some, and I said I was going over to the Peppers to breakfast; I"d rather have some of theirs. And Grandpapa said it was good--the ham and fried eggs was--and he took it twice; he did, Mrs. Pepper."
"Took it twice?" she repeated, faintly, with troubled visions of the future. "Well, well, the mischief is done now, so there is no use in talking about it; but I"m worried, all the same."
"Hurry up, Percy," called Joel across the table, "and don"t dawdle so.
We"re going to make a double ripper, four yards long, to go down that hill there." He laid down his spoon to point out the window at a distant snow-covered slope.
Percy shivered, but recalling himself in time, said "Splendid," and addressed himself with difficulty to his mush.
"Well, you"ll never be through at that speed," declared Joel. "See I"ve eaten three saucerfuls," and he handed his plate up, "And now for the fourth, Mamsie."
"Oh! baked potatoes," cried Ben, rolling one around in his hand before he took off its crackling skin. "Weren"t they good, though, with a little salt. I tell you, they helped us to chop wood in the old times!"
"I really think I shall have to try one," said Percy, who deeply to his regret was obliged to confess that Indian meal mush had few charms for his palate.
"There"s real milk in my mug now," cried Phronsie, with long, deep draughts. "Polly, did I ever have anything but make-believe in the little brown house; ever, Polly?"
Polly was saved from answering by a stamping of snowy boots on the flat doorstone.
"Hurrah, there!" cried Van, rushing in, followed by Jasper. "Hoh, you slow people in the little brown house, come on for the double ripper!"
IX
A SUDDEN BLOW
"Mamsie," cried Polly, suddenly, and resting her hands on her knees as she sat on the floor before the stove, "do you suppose there is any one poor enough in Badgertown to need the little brown house when we lock it up to-morrow?" "Not a soul," replied Mrs. Pepper, quickly; "no more than there was when we first locked it up five years ago, Polly. I"ve been all over that with the parson last evening; and he says there isn"t a new family in the place, and all the old ones have their homes, the same as ever. So we can turn the key and leave it with a clear conscience."
Polly drew a long breath of delight, and gazed long at the face of the stove that seemed to crackle out an answering note of joy as the wood snapped merrily; then she slowly looked around the kitchen.