"Do you think I would have time to go home?" Marian asked anxiously.
"They said they were in a great hurry."
"What is the use of your going home? I can put you up a little lunch easy as not. Here"s these cookies, and I"ve baked turnovers, too.
There"s a basket of nice good apples in the pantry; you can have one of those, and I"ll whisk together some sandwiches in the shake of a sheep"s tail."
"Oh, that would be perfectly fine. Do you think grandma would mind?"
"She oughtn"t to. She"s done the same thing lots of times herself."
"Oh!" This fact certainly set things all right, for surely no grown person could be so absolutely unjust and inconsistent as to blame a child for doing what she had done, not once, but often herself. So Marian was quite a.s.sured, and smilingly watched Mrs. Hunt"s kind hands pack a lunch for her.
"There now," said the good woman when she had tucked a red napkin over the top of the basket. "Run along and have a good time. I guess all the quarts of blackberries you get won"t make many jars of jam, but you"ll have just as much fun. If I get the chance I"ll run up to your grandma"s or send word that you won"t be home to dinner. Maybe I"ll see your grandpa as he comes back from the post-office."
And so, well content, Marian sped forth to join the girls who were waiting.
"Are you going?" they asked. "You didn"t have to go home, did you?"
"No, Mrs. Hunt put up a lunch for me. She is always so very kind."
"What have you got?" asked Marjorie eagerly.
"Three sandwiches, ham ones, and six cookies, two turnovers and an apple." Marian enumerated the articles with pride.
"I guess that will be enough," said Marjorie, condescendingly. "But you will have to cut the turnovers in two so they will go around; we haven"t any, you know."
Marian felt somewhat abashed, and thought that Marjorie was not very polite. She would not have inquired into the contents of their lunch baskets for the world. However, she trotted along very contentedly till they reached Alice"s home where Stella was to join them. "I found some crackers and cheese, and there are two slices of bread and jam," announced this older girl as she came out. "I think perhaps we can find an apple tree along the way. Did you bring anything, Marjorie?"
"Yes, I have something in here." Marjorie swung her tin bucket in air.
"Then we"d better start," continued Stella. "Who is that with you?
Oh, I see, it is Marian Otway. h.e.l.lo, Marian."
"How do you do?" said Marian. She had never seen Stella except from across the church. She considered her quite a young lady, although she was only fourteen, but she was tall for her age and had an a.s.sured air.
The weather was warm, as it often is in early September, and as they trudged along the dusty road with the noonday sun beating down upon them, Marian thought it was anything but fun. Stella, however, kept encouraging them all by telling them it was only a little further, and that when they came to a certain big tree they would sit down and eat their lunch. The tree seemed a long way off, but at length it was reached, and the four sat down to rest under its shade.
"Oh, I do wish I had a drink," sighed Alice. "I am so thirsty."
"So am I," exclaimed the others.
"Maybe there is a spring near," said Stella. "There is a house over yonder; perhaps they could let us have some milk."
"But we haven"t any money to pay for it," said Alice.
"So we haven"t. Well, we"ll have to ask for water. It was very stupid to think of only being hungry and not of being thirsty. We could have brought some milk as well as not. Let us have your tin bucket, Marjorie, and you and Alice go over and ask for some water."
"I"m too tired," complained Marjorie. "If I lend you my bucket I think some one else ought to go for the water."
"Oh, all right," said Stella with a disdainful smile. "I am sure Marian will be accommodating enough to go with Alice, although you have walked no further than they did. You will go, won"t you, Marian?"
At this direct appeal, Marian could not refuse to go, and arose with alacrity to do Stella"s bidding.
"Empty your bucket into my basket," said Stella to Marjorie, at the same time taking off the lid. Marjorie made a dive into the bucket and hastily secured a small package wrapped in paper, consenting to Stella"s putting the two biscuits and the one banana that remained, into her basket.
"Don"t begin to eat till we come back," called Alice as she and Marian started off.
"We won"t," promised her sister.
The way through the open field was quite as hot, if not as dusty as the road, and Marian agreed with Alice that it was harder to walk through the stubble than the dust, so they were glad enough to reach the shade of the trees surrounding the little farmhouse. A woman was scouring tins on the back porch.
"Could we have some water from your pump?" asked Alice timidly.
The woman looked up. "Why, yes, and welcome. Where did you drop from? I ain"t seen any carriage come up the road."
"We walked from Greenville," Alice told her.
"All the way this warm day? Well, I should think you would want water. You two didn"t come by yourselves, did you?"
"No, my sister and another girl are over there by that big chestnut tree."
"Lands! then why didn"t you go to the spring? "T ain"t but a step, just a ways beyond the tree down in that little hollow. I think the water"s better and colder than the pump water, but you can have either you like. Perhaps, though, you"d like a gla.s.s of milk. But there, you just wait, I know something better than that. Just set down and cool off while I fetch something for you to take back.
Don"t take a drink till you set awhile; you"re all overheated."
"What do you suppose she"s going to give us?" whispered Alice.
Marian shook her head. "I"d like water better than anything, but she said we"d best wait and I"m going to."
"Then I will," said Alice, not to be outdone.
Presently the woman returned with a pitcher upon which stood cool beads of moisture, while the clinking sound of ice from within suggested deliciousness to the thirsty. Setting down a gla.s.s the woman poured something into it, and then handed the gla.s.s to Marian who politely offered it to Alice. It was quickly accepted and Alice took a satisfying draught. "It is lemonade," she said, "and it is, oh, so good. I never tasted anything so good."
The woman laughed. "You never were more thirsty, maybe. Take your time; I"ll get another gla.s.s." She stepped inside to supply Marian with the same treat. "I"ll pour the rest into your pail," she said; "it will go good with your lunch. I made a whole bucketful this morning thinking maybe my husband"s folks might come over for Sunday and would be thirsty after their long drive, but it"s too late for "em now. They always start by sunup and get here before dinner. They won"t be here this week, so you come in for what they don"t."
"I"m glad they didn"t come," said Alice setting down her gla.s.s.
The woman laughed. "It"s an ill wind that blows n.o.body good, they say. Here"s your pail; there"s ice enough to keep it cool for some time."
"Thank you so very, very much," said Marian earnestly. "If I get enough blackberries I"ll surely bring you some."
"Bless the child! You needn"t, for I have had all I need, and have put "em up till I"m sick of the sight of "em. Keep all you get and I"m sure you"re welcome; their time is about over and what you get won"t be worth much. I"m sure you"re welcome to your drink." She fell to scouring again, and the girls departed bearing the bucket carefully.
"Wasn"t she kind?" said Marian, in grateful remembrance, "and isn"t it nice to know about the spring?"
"Be careful," cried Alice in alarm, for just here Marian struck her foot against a stubbly growth and came near falling, but recovered her footing.
"Let me take it," said Alice, grasping the handle of the bucket.
"I"m sure I shall be glad if you will," replied Marian in a relieved tone, "it would be too dreadful to spill any of that delicious stuff."