"Same here!" said Tommy, straightening himself and looking over the sweetbriar bush. "What"s up your way?"
"This!" said Will, taking a postal card from his pocket. "I don"t make a practice of reading postal cards, Tom, but I thought I"d better do it this time, as I recognized the handwriting;" and he read aloud: ""Expect me to-morrow at eleven, for the day. M. DARRACOTT PRYOR.""
"Gee!" said Tommy Candy.
"Whiz!" said Will Jaquith. "Exactly. Now what are we to do? I promised Mr. Homer that she should not torment him."
"And I promised Her," said Tommy, slowly ("Her" was Mrs. Tree, once and for all time, with Tommy Candy), "that that woman should never stay in this house. Didn"t I tell you? It was the last time ever I was sittin"
with her. I"ll never forget it; she knew she hadn"t long to stay, for as brisk and chirk as she was; she knew it right enough. "Tommy," she says, "when I"m gone, I look to you to keep cats off the place; do you hear?" She couldn"t abide cats, you know. I says, "There sha"n"t any cat come on the place if I can help it, Mis" Tree," I says, "and I expect I can." I didn"t have no _i_dea at first what she meant. She raps her stick and looks at me. Gorry! when she looked at you, she hadn"t hardly no need to speak; her eyes did the talkin". "Cats!" she says.
"Four-legged cats, two-legged cats. Cats that say "miaouw!" cats that say "Maria!" keep "em off, Tommy! worry "em, Tommy! Worry "em! do you hear?"
""I hear, Mis" Tree," I says, "and I"ll do it."
""Good boy, Tommy!" she says; and she pulls out the table-drawer, same as she always did--Gorry! I can"t talk about it!" His voice faltered, and he turned away. "She was my best friend!" he said, brokenly; "she was the best friend ever a fellow had."
"Mine, too, Tommy," said Will, laying his hand kindly on the lad"s shoulder. "We"ll think of her together, boy, and we"ll carry out her wishes if it takes a--"
He checked himself, with a glance at the stick that never left Tommy"s side; but Tommy finished the sentence simply:
"A leg! that"s what we"ll do. I"d give my good leg, let alone the poor one; I shouldn"t have had that if it hadn"t been for her; if she hadn"t sent for Doctor Strong that day. Old Pottle was going to take it off, you know. "I"ll take off your ears first!" she says, and "rap" goes her stick. "Ninnyhammer!" she says; "noodle!" she says; "send for Geoffrey Strong." That rap was the first thing I heard; I believe it brought me back, too, from--from wherever there is. Gorry! I wish"t I could bring her back!"
"We cannot do that, Tommy," said Will Jaquith, sadly; "but what we can do, we will. Now about this--lady!"
"Look-a-here!" said Tommy, eagerly. "I don"t believe but what this fays in with what has been goin" on here. Last night--" and he told briefly of the advent of Mr. Pindar.
"He"s plum crazy," he added, "crazy as a loon; but yet it"s a knowin"
kind of crazy, and I don"t believe but what he could help us."
Will pondered. "I should not wonder if he could, Tom," he said at length. "I"d like to see him, anyhow. Where is he, and where is Mr.
Homer?"
"Mr. Homer"s gone for a walk," said Tommy. "He was all worked up about his brother"s comin", and some kind of rinktum he wants to get up, here in the village; kind of crazy circus, near as I could make out from the little he said. He didn"t eat hardly any breakfast, and Direxia was in a caniption, so I got him to go for a walk in the woods, to ca"m him down.
That ca"ms him down better than "most anything, generally, unless it"s Miss Wax"s barrel-organ, and she"s busy mornin"s. Come in, Will. The other one wasn"t down when I come out, but I presume likely he is now. I tell you he"s a queer one!"
They went in; and, sure enough, Mr. Pindar was in the dining-room, eating toast and marmalade, and holding forth to Direxia Hawkes, who stood in the doorway, half-admiring, half-distrustful. Her early opinion of Pindar Hollopeter had been unfavorable, but he certainly had an elegant way with him, and used beautiful language.
"The orange," he was saying, as he waved a spoonful of the translucent sweetmeat, "has ever been the friend of man; unless, indeed, we share the view of those who hold that it was the original Apple of Discord.
The answer to this theory would appear to lie in the fact that it is not an apple at all. But soft! whom have we here? A stranger! alarums and entrances. Enter mysterious individual, r. u. e."
"It"s w.i.l.l.y Jaquith and Tommy," said Direxia. "I"ll go now; if you want more toast, you can ring the bell."
"Good morning, sir!" said Tommy, advancing. "I hope you slept well. Let me make you acquainted with Mr. Jaquith; this is Mr. Homer"s brother, Will, that I was telling you about."
"I am glad to meet you, sir!" said Will. "Mr. Homer is a great friend of mine."
Mr. Pindar rose, and held out his hand with a superb gesture.
"My brother"s friends," he said, "find safe asylum in this rugged breast. Sir, I salute you. Can I offer you refreshment--the wheaten loaf, the smooth, unrifled egg, the bland emollience of the b.u.t.ter-pat?
No?"
"Thanks!" said Will. "I have breakfasted, Mr. Hollopeter; but don"t let me interrupt you. Thanks." He seated himself in response to a magnificent wave. "Pray finish your breakfast, sir!"
But Mr. Pindar had apparently finished, and was besides in a communicative mood. After explaining to them at great length the theory of Ate"s apple, he gave them a brief disquisition on the proper boiling of eggs, touched lightly on the use of b.u.t.ter among the Hebrews, and then, to their great delight, proceeded to advert to his own coming. It was a sudden inspiration, he informed them. Some thirty years had blossomed o"er his head since his foot had trod the soil from which he sprang. He left, a stripling in his early flower; he returned--"what you see!" His gesture transformed the little shabby bat-cloak into an ermine mantle. "A son of Thespis, gentlemen, at your command!"
Tommy opened wide eyes at this, having always heard that Mr. Hollopeter senior had rejoiced in the name of Ecclesiastes Nudd; but Will bowed respectfully in response to the wave. "An actor, sir?" he asked, deferentially.
Mr. Pindar bowed and waved again. "Actor, dramatist, musician, composer!
"By many names men know me, In many lands I dwell; Well Philadelphia knows me, Manhattan knows me well.
A man of cities, sir, of cities! I have come to a.s.sist at the celebration of the New Order, and shall be glad to count you among my aids." Here Mr. Pindar bowed profoundly, twirled his mustaches, fluttered his wings, and proceeded to unfold his scheme of a Processional Festival Jubilee, matrons, maidens, distaffs, and all. He declared that Will was the very figure of Apollo, and that Tommy, on account of his lameness, was evidently created for the part of Vulcan.
"A disparity of years, I grant you, my young friend," he said, graciously; "but what! the G.o.ds were young when time was. The Boy Hephaestos! what say you?"
Tommy Candy, probably for the first time in his young life, found nothing to say; but Will p.r.o.nounced the scheme a most interesting one.
Before going fully into it, however, he said, he was anxious to consult Mr. Pindar on a matter connected with his brother.
Mr. Pindar bowed again, still more profoundly, and crossing his arms on his breast, nodded thrice, each time more impressively than the last.
"Concerning Homer!" he said. "My father"s son; my mother"s fair-haired joy; in short, my brother. Gentles, say on; my ears are all your own."
"We have--learned," Will began cautiously, "that a visitor is coming here this morning whom we think Mr. Homer would greatly prefer not to see. The lady is a cousin of yours, sir; Mrs. Pryor, formerly Miss Darracott--"
He stopped, for Mr. Pindar fixed him with a gleaming eye and an outstretched forefinger, and uttered one word.
"Maria?"
"The same!" said Will.
"Maria!" repeated Mr. Pindar. "Ye G.o.ds! Strike home, young man! my bosom to the knife--strike home!"
"Mr. Homer has dreaded her coming," said Will, taking courage; "and Mrs.
Tree--a--did not--was not fond of her, we will say. We thought that you might possibly help us, sir, in devising some plan by which, without being uncivil, we might spare Mr. Homer the distress which--which an interview with this lady could hardly fail to give him."
Mr. Pindar still looked fixedly at him. "Maria!" he muttered once more.
"My boyhood"s knotted scourge! the most horrid child that ever--What does she want?"
"She desires to be a sister to Mr. Homer, sir," said Will, simply.
Mr. Pindar recoiled. "Perish the thought!" he exclaimed. "Sepulchred deep the curst conception lie! and you? ye seek a.s.sistance, ha?"
"We thought you might be able to help us out, sir," said Will.
"I bet you could fix her!" said Tommy.
Mr. Pindar"s eyes flashed. "Your hands!" he cried. "The Dramatic Moment strikes. Ding dong! But soft; we must dissemble!"
Mr. Pindar laid his finger on his lips, and rolled his eyes on his visitors with a warning glance. Then rising, he stole with measured and elaborately noiseless steps to the door, and listened at the keyhole, then to the window, and peered out with dramatic caution; then, still with his finger on his lips, he turned to his companions.