These first is sweet-william, as rich in bloom as the Unitarian is in good works, a-sowin" theyselves constant, an" every little plant a- puttin" out a flower."
"Ain"t there any Catholics?" asked Lovey Mary.
"Don"t you see them hollyhawks an" s...o...b..a.l.l.s an" laylacs? All of them are Catholics, takin" up lots of room an" needin" the prunin"-knife pretty often, but bringin" cheer and brightness to the whole garden when it needs it most. Yes, I guess you"d have trouble thinkin" of any sect I ain"t got planted. Them ferns over in the corner is Quakers. I ain"t never seen no Quakers, but they tell me that they don"t b"lieve in flowerin" out; that they like coolness an" shade an" quiet, an" are jes the same the year round. These colea plants are the apes; they are all things to all men, take on any color that"s round "em, kin be the worst kind of Baptists or Presbyterians, but if left to theyselves they run back to good-fer-nothin"s. This here everlastin" is one of these here Christians that"s so busy thinkin" "bout dyin" that he fergits to live."
Miss Viny chuckled as she crumbled the dry flower in her fingers.
"See how different this is," she said, plucking a sprig of lemon- verbena. "This an" the mint an" the sage an" the lavender is all true Christians; jes by bein" touched they give out a" influence that makes the whole world a sweeter place to live in. But, after all, they can"t all be alike! There"s all sorts of Christians: some stands fer sunshine, some fer shade; some fer beauty, some fer use; some up high, some down low. There"s jes one thing all the flowers has to unite in fightin" ag"inst--that"s the canker-worm, Hate. If it once gits in a plant, no matter how good an" strong that plant may be, it eats right down to its heart."
"How do you get it out, Miss Viny?" asked Lovey Mary, earnestly.
"Prayer an" perseverance. If the Christian"ll do his part, G.o.d"ll do his"n. You see, I"m tryin" to be to these flowers what G.o.d is to his churches. The sun, which answers to the Sperrit, has to shine on "em all, an" the rain, which answers to G.o.d"s mercy, has to fall on "em all. I jes watch "em, an" plan fer "em, an" shelter "em, an" love "em, an" if they do their part they"re bound to grow. Now I"m goin" to cut you a nice bo"quet to carry back to the Cabbage Patch."
So engrossed were the two in selecting and arranging the flowers that neither thought of the yellowroot or its subst.i.tute. Nevertheless, as Lovey Mary tramped briskly back over the railroad-ties with her burden of blossoms, she bore a new thought in her heart which was destined to bring about a surer cure than any of Miss Viny"s most efficient herbs.
CHAPTER IX
LABOR DAY
"And cloudy the day, or stormy the night, The sky of her heart was always bright."
"It wouldn"t s"prise me none if we had cyclones an" tornadoes by evenin", it looks so thundery outdoors."
It was inconsiderate of Miss Hazy to make the above observation in the very face of the most elaborate preparations for a picnic, but Miss Hazy"s evil predictions were too frequent to be effective.
"I"ll scurry round an" git another loaf of bread," said Mrs. Wiggs, briskly, as she put a tin pail into the corner of the basket. "Lovey Mary, you put in the eggs an" git them cookies outen the stove. I promised them boys a picnic on Labor Day, an" we are goin" if it snows."
"Awful dangerous in the woods when it storms," continued Miss Hazy. "I heared of a man oncet that would go to a picnic in the rain, and he got struck so bad it burned his shoes plump off."
"Must have been the same man that got drownded, when he was little, fer goin" in swimmin" on Sunday," answered Mrs. Wiggs, wiping her hands on her ap.r.o.n.
"Mebbe "t was," said Miss Hazy.
Lovey Mary vibrated between the door and the window, alternating between hope and despair. She had set her heart on the picnic with the same intensity of desire that had characterized her yearning for goodness and affection and curly hair.
"I believe there is a tiny speck more blue," she said, scanning the heavens for the hundredth time.
"Course there is!" cried Mrs. Wiggs, "an" even if there ain"t, we"ll have the picnic anyway. I b"lieve in havin" a good time when you start out to have it. If you git knocked out of one plan, you want to git yerself another right quick, before yer sperrits has a chance to fall.
Here comes Jake an" Chris with their baskets. Suppose you rench off yer hands an" go gether up the rest of the childern. I "spect Billy"s done hitched up by this time."
At the last moment Miss Hazy was still trying to make up her mind whether or not she would go. "Them wheels don"t look none too stiddy fer sich a big load," she said cautiously.
"Them wheels is a heap sight stiddier than your legs," declared Mrs.
Wiggs.
"An" there ain"t a meeker hoss in Kentucky than Cuby. He looks like he might "a" belonged to a preacher "stid of bein" a broken-down engine- hoss."
An unforeseen delay was occasioned by a heated controversy between Lovey Mary and Tommy concerning the advisability of taking Cusmoodle.
"There ain"t more than room enough to squeeze you in, Tommy," she said, "let alone that fat old duck."
""T ain"t a fat old duck."
""T is, too! He sha"n"t go. You"ll have to stay at home yourself if you can"t be good."
"I feel like I was doin" to det limber," threatened Tommy.
Mrs. Wiggs recognized a real danger. She also knew that discretion was the better part of valor. "Here"s a nice little place up here by me, jes big enough fer you an" Cusmoodle. You kin set on the basket; it won"t mash nothin". If we"re packed in good an" tight, can"t none of us fall out."
When the last basket was stored away, the party started off in glee, leaving Miss Hazy still irresolute in the doorway, declaring that "she almost wisht she had "a" went."
The destination had not been decided upon, so it was discussed as the wagon jolted along over the cobblestones.
"Let"s go out past Miss Viny"s," suggested Jake; "there"s a bully woods out there."
"Aw, no! Let"s go to Tick Creek an" go in wadin"."
Mrs. Wiggs, seated high above the party and slapping the reins on Cuba"s back, allowed the lively debate to continue until trouble threatened, then she interfered:
"I think it would be nice to go over to the cemetery. We"d have to cross the city, but when you git out there there"s plenty of gra.s.s an"
trees, an" it runs right "longside the river."
The proximity of the river decided the matter.
"I won"t hardly take a swim!" said Jake, going through the motions, to the discomfort of the two little girls who were hanging their feet from the back of the wagon.
"I"m afraid it"s going to rain so hard that you can take your swim before you get there," said Lovey Mary, as the big drops began to fall.
The picnic party huddled on the floor of the wagon in a state of great merriment, while Mrs. Wiggs spread an old quilt over as many of them as it would cover.
""T ain"t nothin" but a summer shower," she said, holding her head on one side to keep the rain from driving in her face. "I "spect the sun is shinin" at the cemetery right now."
As the rickety wagon, with its drenched and shivering load, rattled across Main street, an ominous sound fell upon the air:
_One--two--three! One--two!_
Mrs. Wiggs wrapped the lines about her wrists and braced herself for the struggle. But Cuba had heard the summons, his heart had responded to the old call, and with one joyous bound he started for the fire.
"Hold on tight!" yelled Mrs. Wiggs. "Don"t none of you fall out. Whoa, Cuby! Whoa! I"ll stop him in a minute. Hold tight!"
Cuba kicked the stiffness out of his legs, and laying his ears back, raced valiantly for five squares neck and neck with the engine-horses.
But the odds were against him; Mrs. Wiggs and Chris sawing on one line, and Billy and Jake pulling on the other, proved too heavy a handicap. Within sight of the fire he came to a sudden halt.
"It"s the lumber-yards!" called Chris, climbing over the wheels.
"Looks like the whole town"s on fire."