After dinner Chester decided that it was time to make himself useful.
"Can"t I go right to work now?" he asked.
"We don"t begin harvest till tomorrow," said Miss Salome. "You"d better rest this afternoon."
"Oh, I"m all right now," insisted Chester. "I feel fine. Please give me something to do."
"You can go out and cut me some wood for my afternoon"s baking," said Clemantiny. "And see you cut it short enough. Any other boy that"s tried always gets it about two inches too long."
When he had gone out, she said scornfully to Miss Salome, "Well, what do you expect that size to accomplish in a harvest field, Salome Whitney?"
"Not very much, perhaps," said Miss Salome mildly. "But what could I do? You wouldn"t have me turn the child adrift on the world again, would you, Clemantiny?"
Clemantiny did not choose to answer this appeal. She rattled her dishes noisily into the dishpan.
"Well, where are you going to put him to sleep?" she demanded. "The hands you"ve got will fill the kitchen chamber. There"s only the spare room left. You"ll hardly put him there, I suppose? Your philanthropy will hardly lead you as far as _that_."
When Clemantiny employed big words and sarcasm at the same time, the effect was tremendous. But Miss Salome didn"t wilt.
"What makes you so prejudiced against him?" she asked curiously.
"I"m _not_ prejudiced against him. But that story about himself didn"t ring true. I worked in Upton years ago, and there weren"t any Bensons there then. There"s more behind that he hasn"t told. I"d find out what it was before I took him into my house, that"s all. But I"m not prejudiced."
"Well, well," said Miss Salome soothingly, "we must do the best we can for him. It"s a sort of duty. And as for a room for him--why, I"ll put him in Johnny"s."
Clemantiny opened her mouth and shut it again. She understood that it would be a waste of breath to say anything more. If Miss Salome had made up her mind to put this freckled, determined-looking waif, dropped on her doorstep from heaven knew where, into Johnny"s room, that was an end of the matter.
"But I"ll not be surprised at anything after this," she muttered as she carried her dishes into the pantry. "First a skinny little urchin goes and faints on her doorstep. Then she hires him and puts him in Johnny"s room. Johnny"s room! Salome Whitney, what _do_ you mean?"
Perhaps Miss Salome hardly knew what she meant. But somehow her heart went out warmly to this boy. In spite of Clemantiny"s sniffs, she held to the opinion that he looked like Johnny. Johnny was a little nephew of hers. She had taken him to bring up when his parents died, and she had loved him very dearly. He had died four years ago, and since that time the little front room over the front porch had never been occupied. It was just as Johnny had left it. Beyond keeping it scrupulously clean, Miss Salome never allowed it to be disturbed. And now a somewhat ragged lad from nowhere was to be put into it! No wonder Clemantiny shook her head when Miss Salome went up to air it.
Even Clemantiny had to admit that Chester was willing to work. He split wood until she called him to stop. Then he carried in the wood-box full, and piled it so neatly that even the grim handmaiden was pleased. After that, she sent him to the garden to pick the early beans. In the evening he milked three cows and did all the ch.o.r.es, falling into the ways of the place with a deft adaptability that went far to soften Clemantiny"s heart.
"He"s been taught to work somewheres," she admitted grudgingly, "and he"s real polite and respectful. But he looks too cute by half. And his name isn"t Benson any more than mine. When I called him "Chester Benson" out there in the cow-yard, he stared at me fer half a minute "sif I"d called him Nebuchadnezzar."
When bedtime came, Miss Salome took Chester up to a room whose whiteness and daintiness quite took away the breath of a lad who had been used to sleeping in garrets or hired men"s kitchen chambers all his life. Later on Miss Salome came in to see if he was comfortable, and stood, with her candle in her hand, looking down very kindly at the thin, shrewd little face on the pillow.
"I hope you"ll sleep real well here, Chester," she said. "I had a little boy once who used to sleep here. You--you look like him. Good night."
She bent over him and kissed his forehead. Chester had never been kissed by anyone before, so far as he could remember. Something came up in his throat that felt about as big as a pumpkin. At the same moment he wished he could have told Miss Salome the whole truth about himself. I might tell her in the morning, he thought, as he watched her figure pa.s.sing out of the little porch chamber.
But on second thought he decided that this would never do. He felt sure she would disapprove of his running away, and would probably insist upon his going straight back to Upton or, at least, informing Aunt Harriet of his whereabouts. No, he could not tell her.
Clemantiny was an early riser, but when she came into the kitchen the next morning the fire was already made and Chester was out in the yard with three of the five cows milked.
"Humph!" said Clemantiny amiably. "New brooms sweep clean."
But she gave him cream with his porridge that morning. Generally, all Miss Salome"s hired hands got from Clemantiny was skim milk.
Miss Salome"s regular hired man lived in a little house down in the hollow. He soon turned up, and the other two men she had hired for harvest also arrived. Martin, the man, looked Chester over quizzically.
"What do you think you can do, sonny?"
"Anything," said Chester st.u.r.dily. "I"m used to work."
"He"s right," whispered Clemantiny aside. "He"s smart as a steel trap.
But just you keep an eye on him all the same, Martin."
Chester soon proved his mettle in the harvest field. In the brisk three weeks that followed, even Clemantiny had to admit that he earned every cent of his wages. His active feet were untiring and his wiry arms could pitch and stock with the best. When the day"s work was ended, he brought in wood and water for Clemantiny, helped milk the cows, gathered the eggs, and made on his own responsibility a round of barns and outhouses to make sure that everything was snug and tight for the night.
"Freckles-and-Bones has been well trained somewhere," said Clemantiny again.
It was hardly fair to put the bones in now, for Chester was growing plump and hearty. He had never been so happy in his life. Upton drudgery and that dreadful week in Montrose seemed like a bad dream.
Here, in the golden meadows of Mount Hope Farm, he worked with a right good will. The men liked him, and he soon became a favourite with them. Even Clemantiny relented somewhat. To be sure, she continued very grim, and still threw her words at him as if they were so many missiles warranted to strike home. But Chester soon learned that Clemantiny"s bark was worse than her bite. She was really very good to him and fed him lavishly. But she declared that this was only to put some flesh on him.
"It offends me to see bones sticking through anybody"s skin like that.
We aren"t used to such objects at Mount Hope Farm, thank goodness.
Yes, you may smile, Salome. I like him well enough, and I"ll admit that he knows how to make himself useful, but I don"t trust him any more than ever I did. He"s mighty close about his past life. You can"t get any more out of him than juice out of a post. I"ve tried, and I know."
But it was Miss Salome who had won Chester"s whole heart. He had never loved anybody in his hard little life before. He loved her with an almost dog-like devotion. He forgot that he was working to earn money--and make his fortune. He worked to please Miss Salome. She was good and kind and gentle to him, and his starved heart thawed and expanded in the sunshine of her atmosphere. She went to the little porch room every night to kiss him good night. Chester would have been bitterly disappointed if she had failed to go.
She was greatly shocked to find out that he had never said his prayers before going to bed. She insisted on teaching him the simple little one she had used herself when a child. When Chester found that it would please her, he said it every night. There was nothing he would not have done for Miss Salome.
She talked a good deal to him about Johnny and she gave him the jack-knife that Johnny had owned.
"It belonged to a good, manly little boy once," she said, "and now I hope it belongs to another such."
"I ain"t very good," said Chester repentantly, "but I"ll try to be, Miss Salome--honest, I will."
One day he heard Miss Salome speaking of someone who had run away from home. "A wicked, ungrateful boy," she called him. Chester blushed until his freckles were drowned out in a sea of red, and Clemantiny saw it, of course. When did anything ever escape those merciless black eyes of Clemantiny"s?
"Do you think it"s always wrong for a fellow to run away, Miss Salome?" he faltered.
"It can"t ever be right," said Miss Salome decidedly.
"But if he wasn"t treated well--and was jawed at--and not let go to school?" pleaded Chester.
Clemantiny gave Miss Salome a look as of one who would say, You"re bat-blind if you can"t read between the lines of that; but Miss Salome was placidly unconscious. She was not really thinking of the subject at all, and did not guess that Chester meant anything more than generalities.
"Not even then," she said firmly. "Nothing can justify a boy for running away--especially as Jarvis Colemen did--never even left a word behind him to say where he"d gone. His aunt thought he"d fallen into the river."
"Don"t suppose she would have grieved much if he had," said Clemantiny sarcastically, all the while watching Chester, until he felt as if she were boring into his very soul and reading all his past life.
When the harvest season drew to a close, dismay crept into the soul of our hero. Where would he go now? He hated to think of leaving Mount Hope Farm and Miss Salome. He would have been content to stay there and work as hard as he had ever worked at Upton, merely for the roof over his head and the food he ate. The making of a fortune seemed a small thing compared to the privilege of being near Miss Salome.
"But I suppose I must just up and go," he muttered dolefully.