"Ah, I know now that "tis for myself you wish me to store the heavy parcel, and the loaded basket. The heart within thy brave breast is bigger, and warmer than that of any man I ever knew."
It was as Captain Seaford had said.
When, with his wife beside him, he opened the basket, he found it filled with luscious fruit, beneath which lay a huge parcel of sugar.
In the big bundle that the st.u.r.dy captain had found it a task to tug to the house, was another large bag of sugar, a bag of flour, a parcel containing beans, a giant squash, and tea and coffee.
"Could he possibly know that at just this time, these gifts are especially welcome?" Mrs. Seaford asked.
"I can"t imagine how he could find that out, but surely they could not have come at a better time," was the earnest reply.
He turned to hide the tears that had sprung to his honest eyes, when, for the first time, he saw a large firkin, set just inside the door, and, as if to keep it company, a large sack leaned against it. The firkin, as the captain had called it, proved to be a huge tub of fine b.u.t.ter, and the sack was filled with potatoes.
A card was pinned to the sack.
"These few articles I leave instead of my card.
John."
"Ah, John Atherton, faithful friend, may every blessing be thine,"
said Mrs. Seaford, with trembling lips, to which Captain Seaford, gently breathed, "Amen."
On the inside of the cover of the b.u.t.ter tub was tacked this note:
"A load of coal for winter comfort will arrive this afternoon. I _couldn"t_ bring it in the auto.
John."
"And see him make a joke by saying that he couldn"t bring it in the auto!" said Captain Seaford, "and thus try to make light of his generosity. He doesn"t blind us to his great goodness, though. He"s one man of a thousand!"
In the auto the three playmates were gaily talking, singing s.n.a.t.c.hes of blithe little songs, as they sped along the beach, on the way to Avondale.
"I"ve loved to be with you before this trip," said Sprite, "but sometimes I"ve longed to see home, but now that I"m to go there every fortnight I"ll be gay, and happy all the time. Oh, Mr. Atherton, I thank you for promising that!"
"And in return, little Sprite, I"ll ask a favor," he said. "Call me "Uncle John," just as Rose does, and Polly does the same."
"Oh, I will, I _will_!" she cried. "I"ve always wanted to."
"You will feel more at home with an uncle so near," he said, gently.
Already the boys and girls of Avondale were talking of the opening of school. Of all the eager ones, Sprite Seaford was the most excited.
Her mother"s careful training had fitted her for a cla.s.s among girls of her own age, but she did not know that.
She hoped that she might be in the cla.s.s with Princess Polly, and Rose, but wherever her place in school might be, she was eager for the "first day" to arrive.
One morning Polly and Sprite were on the piazza, before breakfast, and after pacing up and down for a while, they went down the steps, and around behind the house to search for Sir Mortimer.
"He"s sometimes in under the bushes taking a nap," said Polly, and they crouched to look under the shrubbery. An ear-piercing screech made them spring to their feet, and there, flying down the road, was Gyp, tearing along as if in fright, but what could so have startled wild, careless Gyp?
He did not stop running, nor did he slacken his pace, but looking straight ahead, as if not daring to look back, to learn if he were followed, he raced down the street, fear plainly showing in every movement of his thin wiry legs.
"What _could_ have frightened him?" Polly asked. Sprite could not guess.
Now, slowly going over his beat a patrolman pa.s.sed, walking along as if haste were a thing unheard of.
"_That"s_ what made him run!" cried Princess Polly.
"What? The policeman!" cried Sprite. "Why he isn"t chasing him."
"Of course he isn"t," Polly replied, "but Gyp is so afraid of any one of the policemen in this town, that he runs screaming just like that the minute he sees one."
Together they watched, until Gyp was out of sight.
"They say folks here in Avondale are going to _make_ Gyp go to school,"
said Polly, "but I shouldn"t think they could do it, and if they _could_, just think how he"d act!"
"I can"t think," said Sprite, her eyes dancing, "but I know I"ll like to watch him the first day."
"We couldn"t watch him if we wanted to because he wouldn"t be in our room," Polly said.
"Well, then he"ll be above us, because he"s bigger than we are," said Sprite. Polly laughed as she said;
"Oh, no he won"t. He"s _never_ been to school but a few months, as big as he is. He"ll be in some cla.s.s below us."
"Why, then he"ll be with _little_ children," said Sprite, "and won"t he look funny when he"s such a big boy?"
"Well, that"s where he"ll have to be, _if_ they can make him go!"
CHAPTER VI
A DELIGHTFUL CALL
One Sat.u.r.day morning, Rose skipped along the sidewalk on the way to Aunt Judith"s cottage. Her cheeks were very pink, and her eyes were bright.
Uncle John was to take her with him in the big automobile that afternoon, and they were to call, he said, on a very dear friend of his.
"Do I know her?" Rose had asked.
"You _will_, when you see her," was the laughing reply.
"Is it some one I"ve seen?" she asked, her face alight with interest.
"Yes, and no," Uncle John said.
"And that is all I"ll tell you," he continued, "because I"d like you to recognize her at once, without any hint from me."