"So I took him out to the barn and showed him the big pewter bowl the cats eat out of and he said, "I"ll give you fifty cents for that dish."
"Gosh, I said to him, "Mister, I was just fooling with you. I know you don"t want a cat-dish."
"But he said again, "I"ll give you fifty cents for that dish."
"So when I saw that he really meant it and wanted the dish I wrapped the old pewter dish in a paper and he gave me half a dollar for it. When I told Lizzie about it she laughed good and said the city folks must be dumb if they want pewter dishes when you can buy such nice ones for ten cents. Yes, Eph, that"s the fellow"s going to auctioneer. He"s a good one, you bet; he keeps things lively all the time. All his folks is good talkers. Lizzie says his mom can talk the legs off an iron pot. But then he needs a good tongue in this business; it takes a lot of wind to be an auctioneer, specially at a big sale like this. He says it"s going to be a wonderful sale, that he ain"t had one like it for years. There"s things here belonged to the family for three generations, been handed down and handed down and now to-day it"ll get scattered all over Lancaster County, mebbe further. This saving up things and not using "em is all nonsense. I tell Lizzie we"ll use what we got and get new when it"s worn out and not let a lot back for the young ones to fight over or other people to buy."
Here the auctioneer climbed upon a big box, clapped his hands and called loudly, "Attention, attention! This sale is about to begin. We have here a collection of fine things, all in good condition. The terms of the sale are cash. Now, folks, bid up fast and talk loud when you bid so I can hear you. We have here some of the finest antique dishes in the country, also some furniture that can"t be duplicated in any store to-day. We"ll begin on this cherry table."
He lifted a spindle-legged table in the air and went on talking.
"Now that"s a fine table to begin with! All solid cherry, no screws loose--and that"s more than you can say about some people--now what"s bid for this table? Fine and good as the day it came out of a good workman"s shop; no scratches on it--the Brubaker people knew how to take care of furniture. Who bids? How much for it do you bid? Fifty cents--fifty, all right--make it sixty--sixty cents I"m bid. Sixty, sixty, sixty--seventy--go ahead, eighty--go on--ninety, one dollar, one dollar ten, twenty, thirty--keep on--one dollar thirty, make it forty, forty, forty, forty, I have a dollar forty for this table--all done?
Going--all done--all done?"
All was said in one breathless succession of words. He paused an instant to gather fresh impetus, then resumed, "All done--any more? Gone at a dollar forty to----"
"Lizzie Brubaker."
"Sold to Lizzie Brubaker."
"There," whispered the preacher to Phbe, "that"s one."
She smiled and nodded her head.
"Here now," called the auctioneer, "here"s a fine set of chairs. Bid on them; wink to me if you don"t want to call out. My wife said she don"t care how many ladies wink to me this afternoon at this sale, but after that she won"t have it--now then; go ahead! Give me one of the chairs, Sam, so the people can see it--ah, ain"t that a beauty! Six in all, all solid wood, too, none of your cane seats that you have to be afraid to sit in. All solid wood, and every one alike, all painted green and every one with fine hand-painted flowers on the back. Where can you beat such chairs? Don"t make them any more these days, real antiques they are! Bid up now, friends; how much a piece? The six go together, it would be a shame to part them. Fifteen cents did I hear?--Say, I"m ashamed to take a bid like that! Twenty, that"s a little better--thirty, thirty, forty over here? Forty cents I have, fifty, sixty, seventy, seventy-five, eighty, eighty, eighty cents I"m bid; I"m bid eighty cents--make it ninety--ninety I"m bid, make it a dollar--ninety, ninety--all done at ninety? Guess we"ll let Jonas Erb have them at ninety cents a piece, and real bargains they are!"
"Here"s where I bid," said Phbe, her cheeks rosy from excitement.
"Shall I release you from your promise?" offered the preacher.
"No, I"ll bid."
"Attention," called the auctioneer. "Attention, everybody! Here we have a real antique, something worth bidding on!"
Phbe held her breath.
"Here now, Sam, give it a lift so everybody can see--ah, there you are!"
He shouted the last words as two men held above the crowd--the old wooden cradle!
Phbe groaned and looked at Phares--he was smiling. The old aversion to ridicule swelled in her; he should not have reason to laugh at her; she would show him that she was equal to the occasion--she would bid on the cradle!
"Start it, hurry up, somebody. How much is bid for the cradle? Sam here says it"s been in the Brubaker family for years and years. Think of all the babies that were rocked to sleep in it--it"s a real relic."
Phbe, unacquainted with the value of cradles, was silently endeavoring to determine the proper amount for a first bid. She was relieved to hear a woman"s voice call, "Twenty-five cents."
"Twenty-five I have, twenty-five," called the auctioneer. "Make it thirty."
"Thirty," said Phbe.
"Forty," came from the other woman.
"Make it fifty, Miss." He pointed a fat finger at Phbe.
"Fifty," she responded.
"Fifty, fifty, anybody make it sixty? Fifty cents--all done at fifty?
Then it goes at fifty cents to"--Phbe repeated her name--"to Phbe Metz."
He proceeded with the sale. Phbe turned triumphantly to the preacher--"I kept my promise."
"You did," he said. "The cradle is yours--what are you going to do with it?"
"Gracious! Why, I never thought of that! I don"t want it. I just wanted the fun of bidding. Can"t I pay it and leave it and they can sell it over again?"
"You bid rashly," the preacher said, though his eyes were smiling and his usual tone of admonition was absent from his voice. "I think you may be able to sell it to the woman who was bidding against you."
"I"ll find her and give it to her."
She elbowed her way through the crowd until she reached the place from which the opposing voice had come. She looked about a moment, then addressed a woman near her. "Do you know who was bidding on the cradle?"
"Yes, it was Hetty here, the one with the white waist. Here, Hetty, this lady wants to talk to you."
"To me?" echoed the rival bidder for the cradle.
"Did you bid on the cradle?" asked Phbe.
"Yes, but I didn"t get it. I only wanted it because it was in the family so long. I"m a Brubaker. I said I wouldn"t give more than fifty cents for it, for it would just stand up in the garret anyway, and be one more thing to move around at housecleaning time. Yet I"d liked to have it. I don"t know who got it."
"I did, but I don"t want it. I"d like to give it to you."
"Why"--the woman was amazed--"what did you bid on it for?"
"Just for the fun of bidding," said Phbe, laughing. "Will you let me give it to you?"
"I"ll give you half a dollar for it," offered the woman.
"No, I mean it. I want to give it to you. I"ll consider it a favor if you"ll take it from me."
"Well, if you want it that way. But don"t you want the quilt and the feather pillows?"
"No, take it just as it is."
"Why, thanks," said the woman as she went to the spot where the cradle stood. She soon walked away with the clumsy gift in her arm. "Now don"t it beat all," she said as she set it down near her friends. "I just knew that I"d get a present to-day. This morning I put my stocking on wrong side out and I just left it for they say still that it means you"ll get a present before the day is over, and here I get this cradle!"
With a bright smile illumining her face, Phbe rejoined the preacher.
"I see you disposed of the cradle," he greeted her.