I will build a littil cottige just for yew-EW-EW and I.""
In fairness, it must be called to mind that boys older than Penrod have these wellings of pent melody; a wife can never tell when she is to undergo a musical morning, and even the golden wedding brings her no security, a man of ninety is liable to bust-loose in song, any time.
Invalids murmured pitifully as Penrod came within hearing; and people trying to think cursed the day that they were born, when he went shrilling by. His hands in his pockets, his shining face uplifted to the sky of June, he pa.s.sed down the street, singing his way into the heart"s deepest hatred of all who heard him.
"One evuning I was sturow-ling Midst the city of the DEAD, I viewed where all a-round me Their PEACE-full graves was SPREAD.
But that which touched me mostlay----"
He had reached his journey"s end, a junk-dealer"s shop wherein lay the long-desired treasure of his soul--an accordion which might have possessed a high quality of interest for an antiquarian, being unquestionably a ruin, beautiful in decay, and quite beyond the sacrilegious reach of the restorer. But it was still able to disgorge sounds--loud, strange, compelling sounds, which could be heard for a remarkable distance in all directions; and it had one rich calf-like tone that had gone to Penrod"s heart. He obtained the instrument for twenty-two cents, a price long since agreed upon with the junk-dealer, who falsely claimed a loss of profit, Shylock that he was! He had found the wreck in an alley.
With this purchase suspended from his shoulder by a faded green cord, Penrod set out in a somewhat homeward direction, but not by the route he had just travelled, though his motive for the change was not humanitarian. It was his desire to display himself thus troubadouring to the gaze of Marjorie Jones. Heralding his advance by continuous experiments in the music of the future, he pranced upon his blithesome way, the faithful Duke at his heels. (It was easier for Duke than it would have been for a younger dog, because, with advancing age, he had begun to grow a little deaf.)
Turning the corner nearest to the glamoured mansion of the Joneses, the boy jongleur came suddenly face to face with Marjorie, and, in the delicious surprise of the encounter, ceased to play, his hands, in agitation, falling from the instrument.
Bareheaded, the sunshine glorious upon her amber curls, Marjorie was strolling hand-in-hand with her baby brother, Mitch.e.l.l, four years old. She wore pink that day--unforgettable pink, with a broad, black patent-leather belt, shimmering reflections dancing upon its surface.
How beautiful she was! How sacred the sweet little baby brother, whose privilege it was to cling to that small hand, delicately powdered with freckles.
"h.e.l.lo, Marjorie," said Penrod, affecting carelessness.
"h.e.l.lo!" said Marjorie, with unexpected cordiality. She bent over her baby brother with motherly affectations. "Say "howdy" to the gentymuns, Mitchy-Mitch," she urged sweetly, turning him to face Penrod.
"WON"T!" said Mitchy-Mitch, and, to emphasize his refusal, kicked the gentymuns upon the shin.
Penrod"s feelings underwent instant change, and in the sole occupation of disliking Mitchy-Mitch, he wasted precious seconds which might have been better employed in philosophic consideration of the startling example, just afforded, of how a given law operates throughout the universe in precisely the same manner perpetually. Mr. Robert Williams would have understood this, easily.
"Oh, oh!" Marjorie cried, and put Mitchy-Mitch behind her with too much sweetness. "Maurice Levy"s gone to Atlantic City with his mamma," she remarked conversationally, as if the kicking incident were quite closed.
"That"s nothin"," returned Penrod, keeping his eye uneasily upon Mitchy-Mitch. "I know plenty people been better places than that--Chicago and everywhere."
There was unconscious ingrat.i.tude in his low rating of Atlantic City, for it was largely to the attractions of that resort he owed Miss Jones"
present att.i.tude of friendliness.
Of course, too, she was curious about the accordion. It would be dastardly to hint that she had noticed a paper bag which bulged the pocket of Penrod"s coat, and yet this bag was undeniably conspicuous--"and children are very like grown people sometimes!"
Penrod brought forth the bag, purchased on the way at a drug store, and till this moment UNOPENED, which expresses in a word the depth of his sentiment for Marjorie. It contained an abundant fifteen-cents" worth of lemon drops, jaw-breakers, licorice sticks, cinnamon drops, and shopworn choclate creams.
"Take all you want," he said, with off-hand generosity.
"Why, Penrod Schofield," exclaimed the wholly thawed damsel, "you nice boy!"
"Oh, that"s nothin"," he returned airily. "I got a good deal of money, nowadays."
"Where from?"
"Oh--just around." With a cautious gesture he offered a jaw-breaker to Mitchy-Mitch, who s.n.a.t.c.hed it indignantly and set about its absorption without delay.
"Can you play on that?" asked Marjorie, with some difficulty, her cheeks being rather too hilly for conversation.
"Want to hear me?"
She nodded, her eyes sweet with antic.i.p.ation.
This was what he had come for. He threw back his head, lifted his eyes dreamily, as he had seen real musicians lift theirs, and distended the accordion preparing to produce the wonderful calf-like noise which was the instrument"s great charm.
But the distention evoked a long wail which was at once drowned in another one.
"Ow! Owowaoh! Wowohah! WaowWOW!" shrieked Mitchy-Mitch and the accordion together.
Mitchy-Mitch, to emphasize his disapproval of the accordion, opening his mouth still wider, lost therefrom the jaw-breaker, which rolled in the dust. Weeping, he stooped to retrieve it, and Marjorie, to prevent him, hastily set her foot upon it. Penrod offered another jaw-breaker; but Mitchy-Mitch struck it from his hand, desiring the former, which had convinced him of its sweetness.
Marjorie moved inadvertently; whereupon Mitchy-Mitch pounced upon the remains of his jaw-breaker and restored them, with accretions, to his mouth. His sister, uttering a cry of horror, sprang to the rescue, a.s.sisted by Penrod, whom she prevailed upon to hold Mitchy-Mitch"s mouth open while she excavated. This operation being completed, and Penrod"s right thumb severely bitten, Mitchy-Mitch closed his eyes tightly, stamped, squealed, bellowed, wrung his hands, and then, unexpectedly, kicked Penrod again.
Penrod put a hand in his pocket and drew forth a copper two-cent piece, large, round, and fairly bright.
He gave it to Mitchy-Mitch.
Mitchy-Mitch immediately stopped crying and gazed upon his benefactor with the eyes of a dog.
This world!
Thereafter did Penrod--with complete approval from Mitchy-Mitch--play the accordion for his lady to his heart"s content, and hers. Never had he so won upon her; never had she let him feel so close to her before.
They strolled up and down upon the sidewalk, eating, one thought between them, and soon she had learned to play the accordion almost as well as he. So pa.s.sed a happy hour, which the Good King Rene of Anjou would have envied them, while Mitchy-Mitch made friends with Duke, romped about his sister and her swain, and clung to the hand of the latter, at intervals, with fondest affection and trust.
The noon whistles failed to disturb this little Arcady; only the sound of Mrs. Jones" voice for the third time summoning Marjorie and Mitchy-Mitch to lunch--sent Penrod on his way.
"I could come back this afternoon, I guess," he said, in parting.
"I"m not goin" to be here. I"m goin" to Baby Rennsdale"s party."
Penrod looked blank, as she intended he should. Having thus satisfied herself, she added:
"There aren"t goin" to be any boys there."
He was instantly radiant again.
"Marjorie----"
"Hum?"
"Do you wish I was goin" to be there?"
She looked shy, and turned away her head.
"MARJORIE JONES!" (This was a voice from home.) "HOW MANY MORE TIMES SHALL I HAVE TO CALL YOU?"
Marjorie moved away, her face still hidden from Penrod.
"Do you?" he urged.