But, having fooled Eliza, the fun was over in that direction, and the Quaker ladies trotted away to make a call on Carter.
Just at first he didn"t know them, and thought the two ladies were coming to see him. But in a moment he saw who they were, and the good-natured man entered at once into the game.
CHAPTER X
CALLING AT THE SCHOOLHOUSE
"Good-morning, ladies," he said, bowing gravely, "I"m very pleased to see you. May I ask your names?"
"Mrs. William Penn and Mrs. Benjamin Franklin," said Marjorie, "and we have come to look at your flowers."
"Yes, ma"am; they do be fine this year, ma"am. Happen you raise flowers yourself?"
"No, not much," said King, "we don"t raise anything."
"Except when you raise the mischief," declared Carter, laughing at the prim faces before him. "I"m thinkin" if you"d always wear those sober-colored dresses you mightn"t lead such a rambunctious life."
"That"s so," said King, kicking at his skirts. "But they"re not easy to get around in."
"I think they are," said Marjorie, gracefully swishing the long folds of her silk skirt. "Come on, King, let"s go over and see Stella; we haven"t seen her yet."
"Miss Stella"s gone to school," Carter informed them. "I saw her go by with her books just before nine o"clock. And if you ladies can excuse me now, I"ll be going back to my work. If so be ye fall in the river or anything, just you scream, Miss Marjorie, and I"ll come and fish you out."
"We don"t fall in twice in one day," said Marjorie, with dignity, and the two Quaker ladies trailed away across the lawn.
They went down into the orchard, to pay a visit to Breezy Inn. This was Marjorie"s tree-house which Uncle Steve had had built for her the year before.
But the rope ladder was not there, so they could not go up, and they wandered on, half hoping they might meet somebody who would really think they were Quaker ladies. Crossing the orchard, they came out on one of the main streets of the town, and saw not far away, the school which Stella and Molly attended.
Marjorie had a sudden inspiration. "Let"s go to the school," she said, "and ask for Stella and Molly!"
"Only one of them," amended King; "which one?"
"Stella, then. We"ll go to the front door, and we"ll probably see the janitor, and we"ll ask him to call Stella Martin down."
"I think we"d better send for Molly."
"No, Molly would make such a racket. Stella"s so much quieter, and I don"t want to make any trouble."
They reached the schoolhouse, which was a large brick building of three or four stories. The front door was a rather impressive portal, and the children went up the steps and rang the bell.
"You do the talking, King," said Marjorie. "You can make your voice sound just like an old lady."
The janitor appeared in answer to their ring, and looked greatly amazed to see two old Quaker ladies on the doorstep. The children kept their heads down, and the large bonnets shaded their faces.
"We want to see Miss Stella Martin," said King, politely, and the clever boy made his voice sound like that of an elderly lady.
"Yes"m," said the janitor, a little bewildered. "Will you come in?"
"No," said King, "we won"t come in, thank you. Please ask Miss Stella Martin to come down here. Her two aunts from Philadelphia want to see her."
The janitor partly closed the door, and went upstairs to Stella"s cla.s.sroom.
"We fooled him all right!" chuckled King, "but what do you suppose Stella will say?"
"I don"t know," said Midget, thoughtfully; "you never can tell what Stella will do. She may think it"s a great joke, and she may burst out crying. She"s such a funny girl."
In a moment Stella came down. The janitor was with her, and opened the door for her. As she saw the two Quaker figures her face expressed only blank bewilderment.
"Who are you?" she asked, bluntly. "I haven"t any aunts in Philadelphia."
"Oh, yes, you have," said King, in his falsetto voice, "Don"t you remember your dear Aunt Effie and Aunt Lizzie?"
"No, I don"t," declared Stella, and then as she showed signs of being frightened, and perhaps crying, Marjorie came to the rescue.
She hated to explain the joke before the janitor, but he looked good-natured, and after all it was only a joke. So she threw back her head, and smiled at Stella, saying, "Then do you remember your Aunt Marjorie Maynard?"
"Marjorie!" exclaimed Stella. "What are you doing in such funny clothes?
And who is this with you,--Kitty?"
"No," said King, "it"s Kingdon. I"m Marjorie"s brother, and we"re out on a little lark."
"How did you ever dare come here?" and Stella"s startled gaze rested on them, and then on the janitor.
The janitor was a good-natured man, but he felt that this performance was not in keeping with school discipline, and he felt he ought to send the children away at once. But Marjorie smiled at him so winningly that he could not speak sternly to her.
"I guess you"d better run along now," he said; "the princ.i.p.al wouldn"t like it if he saw you."
"Yes, we"re going now," said Marjorie, "but I just wanted to speak to Stella a minute. We"re going to have a party, Stella, and I want you to come over this afternoon and tell us who to invite."
"All right," said Stella; "I"ll come right after school. And now do go away. If my teacher should see you she"d scold me."
"She"d have no right to," said King. "You couldn"t help our coming."
"No, but I can help staying here and talking to you. Now I must go back to my cla.s.sroom."
"Skip along, then," said Marjorie, and then turning to the janitor, she added, "and will you please ask Miss Molly Moss to come down."
"That I will not!" declared the man. "I"ve been pretty good to you two kids, and now you"d better make a getaway, or I"ll have to report to the princ.i.p.al."
"Oh, we"re going," said Marjorie, hastily; "and don"t mention our call to the princ.i.p.al, because it might make trouble for Stella, though I don"t see why it should."
"Well, I won"t say anything about it," and the janitor smiled at them kindly as he closed the door.
The pair went home chuckling, and when they reached the house it was nearly lunch time. So they came to the table in their Quaker garb, and created much merriment by pretending to be guests of the family.