The girl flushed, then was vexed at her embarra.s.sment and changed suddenly to the old, appealing Phbe.
"I remember, Davie. You were my salvation that day, you and Mother Bab."
Before they could answer she added with seeming innocency, yet with a swift glance into the face of the farmer boy, "I must go now so I"ll be home when Phares comes to invite me to that sale. I"m going with him; I"m wild to go."
"Yes?" David said slowly.
"Yes," she repeated, a teasing look in her eyes.
"Mommie, isn"t she fine?" David said after Phbe was gone and he lingered in the house.
"Mighty fine. But she is so different from the general run of girls; she"s so lively and bright and sweet, so sensitive to all impressions.
She"s anxious to get to the city to study music. It would be a wonderful experience for her--and yet----"
"And yet----" echoed David, then fell into silence.
Mother Bab was thinking of her boy and Phbe, of their gay comradeship.
How friendly they were, how well-mated they appeared to be, how appreciative of each other. Could they ever care for each other in a deeper way? Did the preacher care for the playmate of his childhood as she thought David was beginning to care?
"Well, I must go again, mommie. I came in for a drink at the pump and heard you and Phbe. Now I must hustle for I have a lot to do before sundown--ach, why aren"t we rich!"
"Do you wish for that?"
"Certainly I do. Not wealthy; just to have enough so we needn"t lie awake wondering if the dry spell or the wet spell or the hail will ruin the crops. I wish I could find an Aladdin"s lamp."
"Davie"--the smile faded from her face--"don"t get the money craze.
Money isn"t everything. This farm is paid for and we can always make a comfortable living. Money isn"t all."
"No, but--but it means everything sometimes to a young, single fellow.
But don"t you worry; the crops are fine this year, so far."
The mother did not forget his words at once. "It must be," she thought, "that David wants Phbe and feels he must have more money before he can ask her to marry him. Will men never learn that girls who are worth getting are not looking so much for money but the man. The young can"t see the depth and fullness of love. I"ve tried to teach David, but I suppose there"s some things he must learn for himself."
CHAPTER X
AN OLD-FASHIONED COUNTRY SALE
A WEEK later Phares and Phbe drove into the barnyard of a farm six miles from Greenwald, where the old-fashioned sale was scheduled to be held.
"We are not the first, after all," said the preacher as he saw the number of conveyances in and about the barnyard. He smiled good-humoredly as he led the way--he could afford to smile when he was with Phbe.
All about the big yard of the farm were placed articles to be sold at public auction. It was a miscellaneous collection. A cradle with miniature puffy feather pillows, straw tick and an old patchwork quilt of pink and white calico stood near an old wood-stove which bore the inscription, CONOWINGO FURNACE. Corn-husk shoe-mats, a quilting frame, rocking-chairs, two spinning-wheels, copper kettles, rolls of hand-woven rag carpet, old oval hat-boxes and an old chest stood about a huge table which was laden with jars of jellies. Chests, filled with linens and antique woolen coverlets, afforded a resting place for the fortunate ones who had arrived earliest. A few antique chairs and tables, a mahogany highboy in excellent condition and an antique corner-cupboard of wild-cherry wood occupied prominent places among the collection.
Truly, the sale warranted the attention it was receiving.
"I"d like to bid on something--I"m going to do it!" Phbe said as they looked about. "When I was a little girl and went to sales with Aunt Maria I coaxed to bid, just for the excitement of bidding. But she always made me tell what I wanted and then she bid on it."
"What do you want to buy?" asked the preacher.
"Oh, I don"t know. I don"t want any apple-b.u.t.ter in crocks, or any chairs. Oh, I"ll have some fun, Phares! I"ll bid on the third article they put up for sale! I heard a man say the dishes are going to be sold first, so I"ll probably get a cracked plate or a saucer without a cup, but whatever it is, the third article is going to be mine."
"That is rather rash," warned Phares. "It may be a bed or a chest."
"You can"t scare me. I"m going to have some real thrills at this sale."
The preacher entered into the spirit of the girl and smiled at her promise to bid on the third thing put up for sale.
"Oh, look at the highboy," she exclaimed to him.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"Yes. See how it"s inlaid with hollywood and cherry and how fine the lines of it are! I wonder how much it will bring. But Aunt Maria"d scold if I brought any furniture home, so I can"t buy it."
"The price will depend upon the number of bidders and the size of their pocketbooks. If any dealers in antiques are here it may run way up. We used to buy homespun linen and fine old furniture very cheap at sales, but the antique dealers changed that."
By that time the number of people was steadily increasing. They came singly and in groups, in carriages, farm wagons, automobiles and afoot.
Some of the curious went about examining each article in the motley collection in the yard.
Phbe watched it all with an amused smile; finally she broke into merry laughter.
Phares looked up inquiringly: "What is it?"
"This is great sport! I haven"t been to a good sale for several years.
That old man has knocked his fist upon every chair and table, has tested every piece of furniture, has opened all the bureau drawers, even the case of the old clock, and just a moment ago he rocked the cradle furiously to convince himself that it is in good working condition. Here he comes with a pewter plate in his hand--let"s hear what he has to say about it."
The old man"s cracked harsh voice rose above the confusion of other sounds as he leaned against a table near Phbe and Phares and spoke to another man:
"Here now, Eph, is one of them pewter plates that folks fuss so about just now, and I hear they put them in their dinin"-rooms along the wall!
Why, when I was a boy my granny had a lot of "em and we"d knock "em around any way. Ha, ha," he laughed loudly, "I can tell you a good one, Eph, about one of them pewter dishes."
He slapped the plate against his knee, but the thud was instantly drowned by his quick, "Ach, Jimminy, I hit myself pretty hard that time!
But I"ll tell you about it, Eph. You heard of the fellows from the city who go around the country hunting up old relics, all old truck, and sell it again in the city? Well, one of them fellows come to my house the other week and asked if I had anything old-fashioned I would sell. Now if Lizzie"d been home we might got rid of some of the old things we have on the garret, but I was alone and I didn"t know what I dared sell--you know how the women is. So I said, "What kind of old things do you want?"
""Oh," he said, "I buy old furniture, dishes, linen, pewter----"
""Pewter?" I said. "Who wants that?"
""There is a great demand for it," he said, "and I will give you a good price for any you have."
""Well," I laughed, "I have just one piece of pewter."
""Where is it?"
""Why, the cats have been eating out of it for a few years."
""May I see it?" he asks.