"How did she happen to have so many?"
"She used them in her English cla.s.ses when they were studying about Lowell and Hawthorne and Longfellow. See, here is one that ill.u.s.trates "The Children"s Hour," and here is another of "Snow Bound." This is a beautiful picture of Hawthorne"s birthplace, and here is "Old Ironsides." You don"t know much about some of the men yet because you haven"t had their poems in school; but you"ve got stories about everyone of them for your sc.r.a.pbooks, and if the pictures don"t fit, we will hunt up some other articles that will go with them."
Peace sighed, opened her mouth as if to protest, then closed it again; but a rebellious look crept into the brown eyes; and had Hope been less enthusiastic over her latest contribution to the sc.r.a.pbook fund, she might have noticed the determined set of the expressive mouth, and suspected that something unusual was brewing under the brown curls.
As it was, no one but Peace was prepared for the host of children that marched up the President"s front door steps the following afternoon, armed with paste-pots, brushes and scissors, and wearing big pinafores over their school dresses. Each demanded to see the invalid, and when ushered into the Flag Room was promptly set to work sticking pictures onto cambric pages.
"This can hardly be a coincidence," thought Mrs. Campbell, a.s.sailed by a sudden suspicion when patient Marie had shown the tenth visitor up the winding stairs. "Here come three in one bunch. Yes, they are turning in at the gate. Peace--"
The brown eyes glanced up from under their long lashes, and reading in the gentle, old face the unspoken question, Peace calmly announced, "Grandma, these are the Gleaners and their friends. They"ve come to help me stick sc.r.a.pbooks. You "member you said they might have their next meeting at our house?"
"But--but that"s more than a week off yet," stammered the amazed lady.
"The _reg"lar_ meeting day is," Peace agreed, "but I was just swamped under with work, so I coaxed Miss Edith to call a special meeting just a-purpose to stick. They"ve all brung their own glue and stuff. All we need now is more tables. I was awfully afraid there wouldn"t be many come, and I"m so deathly tired of hacking and reading and sorting and pasting all by my lonesome, that for two cents I"d dump the whole business right into the river, Sadie Wenzell or no Sadie Wenzell."
"Why, Peace!" murmured the surprised woman in shocked tones.
"Well, I would," the small rebel persisted. "Just as soon as I get one bunch of papers snipped up, in comes Jud with a bigger pile, or the girls lug up a lot of truck. I"ve read till I"m dizzy and cross-eyed, and my wits are worn out trying to "member all they"ve seen and heard.
I"ve learned so much _inflammation_ that it will be _months_ before there"s any s.p.a.ce for any more to sink in. What do you s"pose Sadie"s going to do with it all? There are a dozen sc.r.a.pbooks all made and enough stuff cut to fill a dozen more. There goes the bell again. That must be Miss Edith. I know her ring."
Abashed at this unlooked-for outbreak, and musing over the abrupt ending of her cherished plans, Mrs. Campbell hastily withdrew and went to meet the superintendent, whose voice could be heard in cheery greeting from the hall below.
Just fifteen girls put in appearance at the President"s house that afternoon, and for two hours they worked like beavers under the direction of the small tyrant in bed. Then Peace abruptly commanded, "Lay down your brushes now and clear up. It"s most dinner time and this room must look all right when Grandpa gets here. Grandma, will you please bring in the prize?"
"The prize?" echoed Mrs. Campbell in bewilderment.
"Why, yes. It"s that box of bonbons on your shelf. I asked Grandpa to get it for me two days ago."
"Did--did he know what you wanted it for?" she queried.
"I don"t s"pose he did ezackly," the child confessed. "But I was so afraid no one would want to paste pictures bad enough to come out today, that I promised "freshments for all and a prize for the one who made the best book and Evelyn"s got it. Evelyn, you better open up the box and treat the rest of us. A choc"lit drop would taste pretty good after working so hard. Gussie"ll be up d"reckly with the "reshments. I told her to make a whale of a batch of cookies and gallons of lemonade. We need something after finishing that job. But we"ve got most of the stuff stuck in somewhere and the books are plumb full. I"m so glad!"
And indeed Peace was right. Scarcely a sc.r.a.p remained of the huge pile of pictures and clippings which had littered table, dresser and bed a few moments before the sc.r.a.pbook brigade began to congregate; but more than twenty neatly pasted sc.r.a.pbooks stood stacked in the corner to dry, and Peace was content.
CHAPTER III
GUSSIE"S NEW PLAY
The day following this unexpected meeting of the Gleaners, the invalid spent in slumber, so exhausted was she by her efforts to get the obnoxious books completed and out of the way; but the second day she was herself again and restlessly eager for some new diversion; and here it was that Gussie came to the rescue. It had been a hard day for them all.
Outside the rain poured down in torrents, driven by a cold, fitful wind which seemed more like the blast of winter than the herald of returning spring; and inside even the cheerful glow of the open fires could not dispel the gloom and dampness of the storm without. It is just such a day as makes well folks cross and disgusted, and the poor, unwilling prisoner in the Flag Room upstairs felt forlorn indeed as she gazed down the deserted, flooded streets and across the soaked, sodden lawns which only yesterday had whispered of the coming of summer.
She was tired of reading,--the mere thought of it made her sick--the geographical puzzles which Allee and Cherry had laboriously cut out for her amus.e.m.e.nt quacked of school and duty; she could not play games all by herself and Grandma was too busy; dolls long since had lost their charm; it was too stormy for callers; and altogether world seemed a dull and cheerless place. Even when the girls returned from school the atmosphere did not clear. Peace was plainly out of sorts, and it was with a sigh of thanksgiving that the household saw the dismal day draw to a close.
The dinner-bell pealed out its summons, and half-heartedly Allee pulled out the invalid"s little table, covered it with a snowy cloth and sat down beside the bed. It was her turn to eat dinner in the Flag Room that night. Such occasions were usually regarded as a great privilege by this golden-haired fairy, who was a willing slave to every caprice of the brown-haired sister; but tonight she did not care much. Peace was so sulky,--not at all her sprightly, cheerful self,--and Allee felt out of sorts in sympathy.
Marie did not at once put in appearance with the usual covered tray, and Peace had just reached out an impatient hand to ring the bell when there was a sound of light steps on the stairs, and Gussie"s smiling face bobbed around the corner.
"Good evening," she laughed, courtesying so low that the tray she bore tripped threateningly.
"What"s happened to Marie?" demanded Peace, ungraciously. Then catching sight of the quaint garb the new waitress was wearing, her face lighted expectantly, and she cried in delight, "O, Gussie, how"d you come to think of that? Ain"t that Swede dress pretty, Allee? "Tis Swede, isn"t it?"
"Yes," laughed Gussie, perfectly satisfied with the reception of her little surprise. "This is the way women dress in Sweden where I was born."
"And I"ll bet you"ve got something nice under that napkin, too," Peace hazarded, her eyes dancing with their old roguish gleam.
"I shouldn"t wonder a bit," Gussie retorted, setting down the tray before the eager duet and carefully lifting off the white towel which covered it. The girls looked mystified,--a trifle disappointed, it seemed to the watchful cook,--and she hastily explained, "I"ve brought you a Swedish supper."
"A--what?" gasped Peace, still studying the queer dishes on the tray.
"A supper like the boys and girls in Sweden eat."
"Oh-h!" cried both girls in unison. "What fun!"
"Do they have this every night?" asked Allee, privately thinking that if they did she was glad she was an American.
"Oh, no, not always. This is just a--a sample supper. We have different dishes in Sweden just as you do here or in France or England."
"Then make us another Swede supper tomorrow night,--and every night until we"ve et up all your Swede dishes. Will you, Gussie?" wheedled Peace.
The older girl hesitated, frowned and said thoughtfully, "You would get tired of them very soon, girlie. Lots you would not touch at all. For instance, sour milk and sugar."
"No, I shouldn"t like that," Peace confessed, with an expressive shrug of her shoulders, "but--"
"I"ll tell you what I"ll do," the obliging Gussie interrupted. "Tomorrow night we will have a French dinner, and you must tell everything you know about France."
"Oh, how splendid!" Both children clapped their hands gleefully. "And next night we"ll have a German dinner, and then an Italian and a Spanish and a Denmarkish and a Swiss, and a--a--"
Peace paused to think of some other countries, while Gussie stood appalled at the result of her suggestion. But a glance at the glowing face on the pillow was ample reward, and suddenly realizing that she had given the weary prisoner a new and profitable play to occupy the long hours while the girls were away at school, she recklessly promised, "Dinners for every country in the world, if we can find out what each nation eats. But mind, you must learn all you can about the people and their land."
"It"ll be fun to do that," Peace answered readily. "I wonder why they don"t teach g"ography that way in school. It would be a heap more interesting."
Thus the long weeks rolled by, and unknown to Peace herself, she was not only keeping abreast of her cla.s.ses in school, but forging ahead in her studies as she had never done before.
"It"s so int"resting to learn that way," sighed the little prisoner blissfully, after a particularly impressive lesson supper one night.
"The only thing is, we"re going to run out of countries pretty soon, and then what _will_ we do? Already we"ve reached Asia. I ate China last night and India tonight. Tomorrow "twill be j.a.pan, and then there is only Africa and South America left before we get around the world. They have all been such fun! Some countries know how to cook lots better than others. Now, I really dreaded getting to China, "cause the books say Chinamen eat roasted rats, and I couldn"t bear to think of Gussie"s dishing up such horrible things as that; but the _slop chewey_ and rice she cooked were simply deelicious. I"ve always heard a lot about the India folks eating curry, too, and I thought it meant the hair they scratched off their horses with a curry-comb; so I was much surprised when Gussie made some for my dinner tonight. It"s only soup with some stuff in it that makes it "most too hot to eat.
"I can"t imagine what she will give me in Africa, "cause we ain"t cannibals, and she never will even hint what"s coming next, but I guess she will get around it some way. Why, in some countries the people eat horrible things! In West Indies they bake snakes and fry palm worms!
Think of it! Ugh, it makes me shiver! The folks in Brazil eat ants, and in New Caledonia it"s spiders. The Mexicans cook parrots and eat dynamite. Do you s"pose they ever "xplode? And in France where Marie was born they just _love_ snails--raw! I"d as soon eat angleworms myself.
My! I"m glad I"m a civilised _huming_ being. Course Gussie hasn"t fed me any of that junk, and it"s been lots of fun traveling this way. I wish the world wasn"t round, but just stretched away and away. Then there"d be room for more countries."
"Maybe Gussie will take you around the world again," suggested Allee comfortingly.
"You"d better take a trip through the United States next," said Cherry, who privately thought Peace was having the most wonderful experiences that ever befell mortal man, and rather envied the invalid her easy lot,--for such it really seemed to her.