Mr. Starbird laughed.
"Well, in the first place, Mrs. Lyman, let me ask you if you lost any money ever so long ago?"
"Yes, I lost a twenty-dollar gold piece last summer."
"Yes; and me, too. I had a silver dollar, "n" I lost it," cried Patty.
"How strange!" said Mr. Starbird. "So my dream does have some sense in it. Excuse me, Mrs. Lyman; but will you tell me where you kept the money?"
"In my black silk pocket; but the pocket went too."
"And I suppose you have hunted everywhere for it."
"Of course we have," said Dorcas. "I guess you"d think so, Mr. Starbird; why, we"ve turned this house upside down."
"To be sure. Well, I"d like to ask another question, Mrs. Lyman. Did you ever think that woman that is about here so much--Siller Noonin, I believe they call her--could have taken the money?"
"O, no, indeed, Francis; we consider Priscilla an honest woman."
"That was not what I meant to say, Mrs. Lyman. What I was going to ask was this: Wasn"t there a funny old man here at the time you lost the money? and didn"t Siller Noonin say that either he stole the money or she did?"
Mrs. Lyman looked surprised.
"Yes; there was a little old man at the house in haying-time, and I believe Priscilla did say she thought--"
"Yes, mother," broke in Dorcas; "and he was sitting out on the fence when she said it, and we were afraid he heard; but how did you know that, Mr. Starbird? It didn"t come to you in your dream?"
"Ah, Miss Dorcas, you are beginning to be curious; but when I go on to tell you more, you will open your eyes wider yet. I never saw that little old man, Mrs. Lyman, and never heard you speak of him; but I dreamed I was husking corn in your barn, and a man about as tall as your Mary--"
Just then Mary, and Moses, and George, and Silas, and John, and Rachel came into the room, followed by William Parlin; and Mr. Starbird had to begin at the beginning and tell as far as this all over again.
"A man as tall, perhaps, as Mary, with hair the color of pumpkin and milk, limped up to me--"
"Why, mother, why, Rachel, his hair _was_ all yellow and white," said Moses.
"Well, so I said," pursued Mr. Starbird. "And there were red rings round his eyes, and he had a turn-up nose, and hands all covered with warts."
"Mr. Starbird, you must have seen Israel Crossman," said Mrs. Lyman, who had stopped rocking in her surprise.
"Israel Crossman! That was the very name he spoke as he limped into the barn. I declare, Mrs. Lyman, this is growing more and more mysterious; but I never saw Israel Crossman; I give you my word."
"How very strange!" said Dorcas; "but do make haste and finish, for I am getting all of a tremble."
"Me, too," cried Patty, clinging close to her mother"s neck.
"Well, the old man sidled along to me, and said he,--
""I"m Isr"el Crossman; and look here: me and Squire Lyman"s two hired men and (I"ve forgotten the other name) got in hay into this ere barn last summer. Squire Lyman"s folks used me well; but there"s one thing that"s laid heavy on my mind. Mrs. Lyman lost a gold piece while I was here--""
"Yes, and me a silver dollar," cried Patty.
""And it distressed me bad," said Israel, "for Siller Noonin up and said that either she stole it, or I did. But it"s come to me lately," said Israel, "what must have "come of that money! I never took it; bless you, I never stole a pin! But I see that little Patty to play out in the barn with one of her rag babies.""
"O, I never," exclaimed Patty.
"Don"t interrupt," whispered one of the twins, deeply interested.
"You know I am only telling a silly dream, my dear," said Mr. Starbird.
"This little man said he saw Patty playing on the scaffold before the hay was got into the barn, and she had something round her doll"s neck that looked like a pocket. He didn"t know any more than that; but he "sort of mistrusted" that she might have left the doll on the scaffold, and the men might have pitched hay right on top of it."
"Sure enough," exclaimed Dorcas, with a nervous laugh; "who knows but she did?"
"Have you lost a doll, Patty?" asked William Parlin.
"No; I never."
"O, she doesn"t know when she loses dolls," said Rachel; "she always keeps more than a dozen or so on hand."
"Well, I was going to say," continued Mr. Starbird, "you could easily find out whether there was any meaning to my dream. If there _is_ a doll up there on the scaffold, the hay is getting so low you could sc.r.a.pe round and find it."
"That"s so," cried the twins.
"Not that it"s really worth while, either," added Mr. Starbird; "for, as I said, it was only--"
"But there isn"t the least harm in going out to see," said Mary and the twins, and William Parlin, all in a breath, as they started on a run for the barn. Patty slipped down from her mother"s arms and followed.
"Me! Me! Let me go first," she cried. And before any one else could do it, her swift little feet were mounting the ladder, and next minute tripping over the scaffold.
"O, look! O, catch! Here it is! Here is my dolly all up in the corner, and here"s a pocket round her neck!"
Dorcas, who was always rather nervous, sat on the barn floor and laughed and cried herself into such a state that Mr. Starbird had to give her his arm to help her back to the house.
There was a great time, you may be sure, when Patty shook the pocket before everybody"s eyes, and James rang the twenty-dollar piece on the brick hearth to make sure it was good gold. Dorcas was so excited that pink spots came in both her cheeks, and even James did not know what to think. Betsey Gould started right off to Dr. Potter"s, where Siller Noonin happened to be, to tell Siller the story. Dorcas kept having little spasms of laughing and crying, and the whole household had rather a frightened look; for it was the most marvellous dream they ever heard of.
"Well, mother, what do you think now of dreams?" said Moses. "Guess you"ll have to give it up."
Mrs. Lyman had been in her bedroom to put the gold piece into her drawer, and she now came back and took up her stocking-basket, as if nothing had happened.
"I will tell you to-morrow what I think of dreams, Moses.--Hush, Patty, I am afraid we shall be sorry you found your dollar, if it makes you so noisy."
Mr. Starbird went up to the table where Mrs. Lyman sat, pretending to be looking for the shears, but really to get a peep at the lady"s eyes. At any rate, he did not go away till he had made her look at him, and then they both smiled, and Mrs. Lyman said, in a very low voice,--
"Francis, you have kept up the joke long enough."
Frank nodded and went back to the settle.
"James," said he, "you are the wise one of the family; I wish you would tell me how you account for my dream."
"Can"t account for it," said James, shaking his head; "don"t pretend to."