Mrs. Franklin felt that she could not do too much to atone to Neal for having suspected him, and she longed to tell him so.
"And if I once see him I can persuade him to come back. I know I can!"
she said, joyfully, to Cynthia.
The visit was an unqualified success. The Franklin party did a vast amount of sight-seeing, Miss Trinkett being the most indefatigable of all. Indeed, Cynthia was the only one who was able physically to keep up with her energetic little grand-aunt, and even she was sometimes forced to plead fatigue.
Miss Betsey left nothing undone. She journeyed to the top of the Monument, she made a solemn pilgrimage to Alexandria. She was never too tired to go to the Capitol, and her little black-robed figure and large black bonnet soon became familiar objects in the visitors" gallery, while she listened carefully to all the speeches, thrilling or dull as they chanced to be. When the latter was the case, as frequently happened, Miss Trinkett waxed warm with indignation at the lack of attention paid to the prosy old member by his inconsiderate colleagues.
"Look!" she would whisper to Cynthia; "they are actually reading and writing and talking quite load to each other while that poor old gentleman is speaking; and some have gone out. How shocking!"
And she would lean forward again in an att.i.tude of renewed attention, and listen to the reasons for or against some very unimportant project.
At Mount Vernon, Miss Trinkett"s joy and patriotism knew no bounds. She bought little hatchets by the score, and herself drew up the bucket from the General"s own well. She was even guilty of breaking off a twig in Mrs. Washington"s garden, notwithstanding the signs which informed her that she was doing it under penalty of the law.
"I just couldn"t help it," she said afterwards to her nieces, in apologetic tones. "To think of that labyrinth and that box-border being Martha Washington"s own, and me with the same thing in my garden at home! It made me fairly thrill to think of Martha and me having the same tastes in common. I knew she"d have let me take it if she"d been here, for I always heard she was real kind-hearted, if she _was_ dignified, so I just did it."
But the most exciting day of all was when they visited the Dead-letter Office. Miss Trinkett, interested as she had always been in the mail service, was much impressed. She sat upstairs for hours, and gazed over the railing at the rows of men who were opening and examining thousands of missent letters. She could only be torn away by the entreaties of Cynthia, who begged her to come see the collection of curiosities which had found their way to this vast receptacle.
At the first gla.s.s case Miss Betsey stood appalled.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "CYNTHIA FRANKLIN," SHE EXCLAIMED, "LOOK THERE!"]
"Cynthia Franklin," she exclaimed, "look there!"
Cynthia looked. There was every conceivable thing in the place, from a beehive to a baby"s rattle.
"Do you see?"
"What, Aunt Betsey?"
"There! Look, my own rag doll!"
"Aunt Betsey, it can"t be!"
"It is, Cynthy. Don"t I know the work of my own hands, I should like to ask? Well, well, I want to know! I want--to--know! Find me a chair, Cynthy. I feel that taken aback I don"t know but what I"m going to faint, though I never did such a thing. But do tell! do tell! Oh, this government of ours! It is an age to live in, Cynthy."
Cynthia brought her the chair, and the old lady seated herself in front of the case.
"I do declare if there ain"t the very eyes I sewed in with my own hands--black beads they are, Cynthy--and the hair I embroidered with fine black yarn! And the petticoats, Cynthy! The flannel one"s feather-st.i.tched. I could tell you what that doll has on to her very stockings. To think that something I made so innocently, away off in Wayborough, for our little Janet, now belongs to the United States government! Well, well, it"s a great honor; almost too good to be true.
But the little satchel, Cynthy--the satchel that hung at her side with the gold in it, where"s that?"
That indeed was missing.
"Well, well, we won"t say anything. I"m sure government deserves it for all the trouble it takes, opening all those letters and bundles."
But her family thought differently, and wheels within wheels were set in motion by which the fifty dollars in gold were recovered--the famous fifty dollars, the loss of which had so affected the fortunes of Neal Gordon.
It seemed that in her agitation, after the death of Silas Green, Miss Betsey, though she stamped it generously, had put no address at all on the package, and having sent it off by the half-blind Mr. Peters, the deficiency had not been discovered.
He had taken it to Tottenham post-office, where both he and Miss Trinkett were unknown, and hurried away, leaving the valuable package to the mercies of government.
"And to think that government takes care of things and gives them back to you when you are as careless as all that!" said Miss Betsey. The doll she would not receive.
"No, no," she said; "let it stay where it is. I"ll make another for Janet some day. It"s an honor I never expected, to have one of my rag dolls set up in a gla.s.s case in a public building in the city of Washington for thousands and thousands of the American people to gaze at! Indeed, I want to know!"
The two weeks in Washington finally came to an end, and the Franklins bade farewell to the beautiful city with its parks and circles, its magnificent avenues, its public buildings, and towering Monument.
"Well, well," said Miss Betsey, as she took her last look. "I haven"t lived all these years for nothing! I"ve been to the capital of my country, and I"ve visited the tomb of Washington. And, Cynthy, now it"s all over and we"re safely out of the way, I"m real glad I took that twig from the garden. I had a kind of an uneasy feeling about it all the time I was in town, but now I feel better."
When they arrived at Philadelphia Mr. Carpenter was waiting for them at the station. Neal, he explained, was at the lumber-yard; he could not get off at that hour. They intended going to a hotel, but William Carpenter, with Quaker hospitality, insisted that they should stay under his roof while they were in the city.
"Rachel expects thee," he said to his cousin when she remonstrated; "she has made the necessary preparations."
"But there are so many of us," said Mrs. Franklin.
"There is room for all, and more," he replied, calmly.
Miss Trinkett was much pleased with all she saw, though somewhat surprised when she heard herself called by her given name on so short an acquaintance.
"However, it gives you an at-home feeling right away," she confided to her nieces. "It seems as if I were back in Wayborough with the people that have known me ever since I was born, I wouldn"t like to say how many years ago, though not so very many, either."
It was the middle of the afternoon when Neal came in. Hester heard his familiar step coming down the long narrow hall to her room, where she was resting. There was a knock at the door, and she called to him to come in. In another instant his arms were around her.
"Neal, Neal," she cried, "is it really you at last? Oh, how I have longed to see you! Let me look at you."
She held herself away from him, and scrutinized the face which was far above hers.
"You"ve grown. You are taller than ever. I only come up to your shoulder, Neal. What a big man you are going to be! And you have altered--your face looks different. What is it?"
"Can"t say," he laughed. "Don"t stare a fellow out of countenance, Hessie; it"s embarra.s.sing. Did you have a good time in Washington?"
It was evident that he did not wish to refer to past events, but Hester insisted upon speaking. She felt that something must be said sooner or later, and there was no time like the present. It would be well to get it over.
"Neal," she said, tenderly, taking his hand as they sat together on the sofa, "I never really thought you took the money. I only did for an instant after you ran away. Of course that seemed strange. But, Neal, you will forgive us for thinking so at all. You will come back, won"t you, dear? John wants you to as well as I, and you will go to college."
Neal rose and walked to the window. He stood there for a moment, with his hands in his pockets. Then he turned, and, coming back, stood in front of her.
"I"ll tell you what it is. Hessie, we"ve both got something to forgive.
I was beastly extravagant at St. Asaph"s, and not at all fair and square when I asked you for the money that time. Then, being suspended was all against me, and of course John had a right to get mad. It"s awfully hard to swallow the fact that he wouldn"t believe me, and he thought I would steal; however, he had some excuse for it. My old pride was at the bottom of it all. You see, I"ve had time to think it over since I"ve been here; two months is a good long time. I"ve been alone a lot, and when you"re not measuring boards at a lumber-yard you have plenty of time for thinking over your sins. And I suppose I was pretty well in the wrong, too. I ought not to have run away; I know that."
Now that Neal had reached this conclusion he was courageous enough to acknowledge it.
"And you will come home now, and go to college."
"No, I don"t think I will. Cousin William seems to think I do pretty well in the business, and I shouldn"t wonder if he"d feel rather badly to have me go. He was very good to take me in. Then I made up my mind I"d stick at the old thing and show Cyn--show some people I"m no coward.
Then I"m not very much gone on books, Hessie, and if I went to college I"d want to give a good deal of time to sports and all that, and I"d need a lot of money. Somehow I don"t seem to be able to see other fellows spending a pile without doing likewise. I haven"t got it, and I am not going to be dependent on you, Hessie dear, much as I know you would like to give me every cent you own. But, on the whole, I think I like better to make my own living. I rather like the feeling of it."
Hester felt that Neal was showing that he was made of good stuff. She was not a little proud of his independent spirit. She was greatly disappointed that he was not going through college; but, after all, she reflected, there was great wisdom in what he said. She determined to say no more until she had consulted with her husband, but she knew that he would agree with Neal.