"That may be so," Julia retorted, "but Columbus would never have discovered America with that chopping-knife, I"m sure of that.--Is Lallie Joy about our age?"
"I don"t know. She must have been at least forty when she was born, and that would make her fifty-five now. What _do_ you suppose would wake her up? If I could only get her to stand straight, or hold her head up, or let her hair down, or close her mouth! I believe I"ll stay in the kitchen and appeal to her better feelings a little this morning; I can seed the raisins for the bread pudding."
Nancy sat in the Shaker rocker by the sink window with the yellow bowl in her lap. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes were bright, her lips were red, her hair was goldy-brown, her fingers flew, and a high-necked gingham ap.r.o.n was as becoming to her as it is to all nice girls. She was thoroughly awake, was Nancy, and there could not have been a greater contrast than that between her and the comatose Lallie Joy, who sat on a wooden chair with her feet on the side rounds. She had taken off her Turkey red sunbonnet and hung it on the chair-back, where its color violently a.s.saulted her flaming locks. She sat wrong; she held the potato pan wrong, and the potatoes and the knife wrong. There seemed to be no sort of connection between her mind and her body. As she peeled potatoes and Nancy seeded raisins, the conversation was something like this.
"How did you chance to bring the b.u.t.ter to-day instead of to-morrow, Lallie Joy?"
"Had to dress me up to go to the store and get a new hat."
"What colored tr.i.m.m.i.n.g did you get?"
"Same as old."
"Don"t they keep anything but magenta?"
"Yes, blue."
"Why didn"t you try blue for a change?"
"Dunno; didn"t want any change, I guess."
"Do you like magenta against your hair?"
"Never thought o" my hair; jest thought o" my hat."
"Well, you see, Lallie Joy, you can"t change your hair, but you needn"t wear magenta hats nor red sunbonnets. Your hair is handsome enough, if you"d only brush it right."
"I guess I know all "bout my hair and how red "t is. The boys ask me if Pop painted it."
"Why do you strain it back so tight?"
"Keep it out o" my eyes."
"Nonsense; you needn"t drag it out by the roots. Why do you tie the braids with strings?"
""Cause they hold, an" I hain"t got no ribbons."
"Why don"t you buy some with the money you earn here?"
"Savin" up for the Fourth."
"Well, I have yards of old Christmas ribbons that I"ll give you if you"ll use them."
"All right."
"What do you scrub your face with, that makes those shiny k.n.o.bs stick right out on your forehead and cheek bones?"
"Sink soap."
"Well, you shouldn"t; haven"t you any other?"
"It"s upstairs."
"Aren"t your legs in good working order?"
Uncomprehending silence on Lallie Joy"s part and then Nancy returned to the onslaught.
"Don"t you like to look at pretty things?"
"Dunno but I do, an" dunno as I do."
"Don"t you love the rooms your father has finished here?"
"Kind of."
"Not any more than that?"
"Pop thinks some of "em"s queer, an" so does Bill Harmon."
Long silence, Nancy being utterly daunted.
"How did you come by your name, Lallie Joy?"
"Lallie"s out of a book named Lallie Rook, an" I was born on the Joy steamboat line going to Boston."
"Oh, I thought Joy was _Joy_!"
"Joy Line"s the only joy I ever heard of!"
There is no knowing how long this depressing conversation would have continued if the two girls had not heard loud calls from Gilbert upstairs. Lallie Joy evinced no surprise, and went on peeling potatoes; she might have been a sister of the famous Casabianca, and she certainly could have been trusted not to flee from any burning deck, whatever the provocation.
"Come and see what we"ve found, Digby and I!" Gilbert cried. "Come, girls; come, mother! We were stripping off the paper because Mr. Popham said there"d been so many layers on the walls it would be a good time to get to the bottom of it and have it all fresh and clean. So just now, as I was working over the mantel piece and Digby on the long wall, look in and see what we uncovered!"
Mrs. Carey had come from the nursery, Kitty and Julia from the garden, and Osh Popham from the shed, and they all gazed with joy and surprise at the quaint landscapes that had been painted in water colors before the day of wall paper had come.
Mr. Popham quickly took one of his tools and began on another side of the room. They worked slowly and carefully, and in an hour or two the pictures stood revealed, a little faded in color but beautifully drawn, with almost nothing of any moment missing from the scenes.
"Je-roosh-y! ain"t they handsome!" exclaimed Osh, standing in the middle of the room with the family surrounding him in various att.i.tudes of ecstasy. "But they"re too faced out to leave"s they be, ain"t they, Mis"
Carey? You"ll have to cover "em up with new paper, won"t you, or shall you let me put a coat of varnish on "em?"
Mrs. Carey shuddered internally. "No, Mr. Popham, we mustn"t have any "shine" on the landscapes. Yes, they are dreadfully dim and faded, but I simply cannot have them covered up!"
"It would be wicked to hide them!" said Nancy. "Oh, Muddy, _is_ it our duty to write to Mr. Hamilton and tell him about them? He would certainly take the house away from us if he could see how beautiful we have made it, and now here is another lovely thing to tempt him. Could anybody give up this painted chamber if it belonged to him?"
"Well, you see," said Mr. Popham a.s.suringly, "if you want to use this painted chamber much, you"ve got to live in Beulah; an" Lem Hamilton ain"t goin" to stop consullin" at the age o" fifty, to come here an"
rust out with the rest of us;--no, siree! Nor Mis" Lem Hamilton wouldn"t stop over night in this village if you give her the town drinkin" trough for a premium!"
"Is she fashionable?" asked Julia.