"Why, I never thought of that," cried Peace, enchanted with the idea.
"But how could I, so"s it would be as interesting as eating in other countries? We are all Americans here and cook the same things."
"O, there"s lots of difference between our own states," Cherry stoutly maintained. "In Florida they raise oranges mostly, and cotton in Louisiana--"
"A person can"t eat cotton," Peace broke in scornfully.
"I didn"t say they could," replied Cherry as indignantly. "But they grow other things, too. Maine has the best apples in the country, Grandpa says; and Michigan the best peaches. Georgia grows sweet potatoes--"
"And peanuts," Peace interrupted, aglow with animation.
"Yes, and peanuts," Cherry repeated. "California is noted for its grapes, and--oh, every state has _something_ it raises "specially. It would be as interesting traveling in the United States as in Europe, _I_ think."
"So do I,--now," Peace conceded. "And Gussie does make such a splendid teacher! That"s what she ought to be all right, "stead of a cook, though she does know how to cook wonderful things. But I"m glad she has got "most enough money saved up to take her through Normal College. She can poke more real education into a fellow"s head in a minute than Miss Phelps can in a day."
So the unique lessons continued, and Peace almost forgot at times that she was a prisoner unable to romp and play in the sunshiny out-of-doors which she loved so well. She even whistled occasionally when the play was most interesting; and the members of the household, watching so anxiously over their idol, rejoiced that the color still bloomed in the round cheeks, and the merry sparkle so often danced in the big brown eyes.
CHAPTER IV
PEACE LEARNS THE BITTER TRUTH
The school year came to a close, the days grew hotter, the nights brought no relief, and Dr. Coates, still a daily visitor at the big house, began to look grave again.
"What is it?" asked the President, feeling intuitively that something was wrong. "She is not doing as well?"
"No." The old doctor shook his head.
"The heat?"
"Possibly,--possibly. But she had stopped mending before the hot wave struck us."
"Then you think--"
"I"m afraid it means that operation I mentioned when she was first hurt."
The President turned on his heel and strode over to the window where he stood looking out into the warm, breathless evening twilight. When he wheeled about again, the doctor saw that the strong face was set and white, and great beads of perspiration stood on his forehead. "I--I trust you will not be offended, doctor," he said with a catch in his voice, "but I should like the opinion of other physicians--specialists-- before taking that step. You say--it is--a very delicate operation?"
"Yes," the doctor admitted. "But I am afraid now that it is her only chance. However, it is perfectly agreeable to me if you wish to consult other authorities. I myself would be glad to hear the opinions of specialists."
So it happened that a few days later a strange doctor bent over the white bed in the Flag Room, and when he had punched and poked to his heart"s content and Peace"s abject misery, another physician took his place.
"Dr. Coates said I hadn"t cracked a rib," moaned the unhappy victim tearfully, as she saw the second unfamiliar face above her, "but I"ll bet that man who just went out has cracked the whole bunch for me. Is that your business, too?"
"No, my dear," tenderly answered the big, burly specialist, beginning his examination with such a gentle, practised touch that Peace scarcely winced throughout the long ordeal. "My business is to mend cracked ribs--also cracked backs. Does yours feel very badly cracked?"
"All splintered up sometimes," the child promptly admitted. "It gets so bad in the night when there"s no one here to rub it that I can"t help crying once in a while. I tried to rub it myself the other night, but it took all my breath away and I could hardly get it back again. The bed is so hot! Dr. Coates said ages ago that I could get up in two months, but it"s more"n that now and he shakes his head every time I ask him."
"Are you then so anxious to get out of this dear little crib?"
Peace stared hard at the kindly face so near her own, and then e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, ""Cause it"s a dear little crib doesn"t make it any cooler nor any easier to stay tucked in when you are just crazy to be dancing about. Why, it"s _June_ now! They told me I"d be well so"s I could plant the pansies on my Lilac Lady"s grave, seeing as Allee had to set out all the vi"lets without any of my help. And now Hicks has had to transplant the pansies "cause they will soon be too big."
"Tell me all about it," urged the specialist, as if every minute of his time was not worth dollars to him; and Peace poured her heart full of woe into his sympathetic ears. When she had finished he abruptly asked, "Supposing Dr. Coates told you that an operation would be necessary before you could get well, would you let him perform it?"
"What"s a _noperation_?" asked Peace inquisitively.
"There is something out of place in your back, caused by your fall. It is pressing against the spine and must be lifted up where it belongs before--you can ever--get well."
"And can Dr. Coates lift it up where it b"longs?" Peace was breathlessly interested.
"Yes,--we think so,--we hope so," stammered the doctor, startled by the eager tone of her voice and the quick light in her big eyes.
"All right then, we"ll have the _noperation_. I"d most begun to think I was going to be like my Lilac Lady. My legs don"t feel any more, and she said hers didn"t."
"G.o.d forbid," muttered the man, who had already lost his heart to the little invalid, and was deeply touched by the pathos of the case; and gathering up his glittering instruments, he hurried from the room.
That night a cooling rain washed the fever from the air and the world awoke refreshed from its bath. The hot wave had broken, but to poor Peace the cool atmosphere brought little relief. The injured back hurt her cruelly and she could not keep the tears from her eyes.
"I knew that first doctor would crack a rib," she sobbed wildly, as the distracted President strove in vain to ease her pain. "Why doesn"t Dr.
Coates come and _noperate_? O, it does hurt me so bad, Grandpa!"
Laying the child back among her pillows, the stalwart man hastily fled down the stairway, and when he came back Dr. Coates and a sweet-faced, white-capped nurse were with him. The room across the hall was stripped of its furnishings and scrubbed with some evil-smelling stuff until the whole house reeked with it. Then the walls were draped with spotless sheets, and the next morning Peace was borne away to the improvised operating room, where only Dr. Coates, the kindly-faced stranger physician, their young a.s.sistant and the nurse were allowed to remain.
Peace looked about her curiously, murmured drowsily "I can"t say I admire your dec"rations," and fell asleep under the gentle fumes of the ether.
It seemed hours later when she awakened to consciousness and saw about her the white, drawn, anxious faces of her loved ones. "Then I"m not dead yet," she exclaimed with satisfaction. "That"s good. Did you get my back patched up, Dr. Coates?"
The horrible strain was broken. With stifled, hysterical sobs, the family hurriedly withdrew, and the nurse bent over the bed with her finger on her lips as she gently commanded, "Hush, childie, you mustn"t talk now. We want you to get some sleep so the little back will have a chance to heal."
"Can I talk when I wake up?" Peace demanded weakly.
"Yes, if you are very good."
"All right. You can go now. I don"t like folks to stare at me when I"m asleep. It d"sturbs my slumber." Closing her eyes once more, she fell into a dreamless sleep, and the doctors departed, much pleased with the result of their operation.
The days of convalescence were busy ones in the Campbell household, for it required the combined efforts of family, nurse, doctor and friends to keep the restless patient"s attention occupied. St. John and Elizabeth came often to the big house, bringing Glen or Guiseppe or Lottie to amuse the prisoner; Miss Edith laughingly declared that she was more frequently found in the Flag Room than in her own home; Ted and Evelyn vied with each other to see which could run the most errands, read the most stories, or propose the most new plays during the long vacation hours; and even busy Aunt Pen found opportunity occasionally to steal away for a brief visit with the brown-haired sprite who had brought so much joy into her own heart and life.
For a time the operation seemed a decided success, the back appeared to be stronger, the pain almost disappeared, and the nurse was no longer needed in the sick room. One day a wheel-chair was subst.i.tuted for the bed where Peace had lain so many weeks; and for the first time since the accident, she was carried out under her beloved trees, where she could watch the flowers bud and blossom, smell their perfume on each pa.s.sing breeze, and listen to the nesting birds in the branches overhead. But the crutches she had so fondly dreamed of, which were to teach her to walk again, were not forthcoming, and with alarm she saw the summer slip rapidly by while she lay among the pillows in the garden.
When she spoke of it to the older sisters, they answered cheerily, "Be patient, girlie, it takes a long time for such a hurt to heal," and turned their heads away lest she should read the growing conviction in their eyes.
"It"s _so_ hard to be patient," she protested mournfully. "You bet I"ll never climb another roof."
"No," they sighed sadly to themselves, "I am afraid you never will."
But the cruel truth of the matter was broken to poor Peace at a most unexpected moment. She was resting under her favorite oak, close to the library window, one warm afternoon, planning as usual for the day when she could walk again; and lulled by the drowsy hum of the bees and the soft swish of the leaves above her, she drifted off to slumberland. A slanting beam of the setting sun waked her as it fell across her face, and she sat up abruptly, hardly realizing what had roused her. Then she became aware of voices issuing from the library beyond, and Allee"s agonized voice cried out, "O, Grandpa, you don"t mean that she will _never_, _never_ walk again? Must she lie there all the rest of her life like the Lilac Lady and Sadie Wenzell until the angels come and get her?
Grandpa, must she _die_ like they did?"