They both laughed to think of Joel"s discomfiture, and under the shade of overhanging branches they sat down upon a large rock at the side of the road and Randy, turning toward Jotham said,
"There, now I"ll tell you what I could not tell this morning, because dear little Prue cannot keep a secret, and you can, and will."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "I"ll tell you just one thing more," said Randy.]
"I will if you wish it, Randy," said Jotham.
"Well then, these parcels are not for me, they are for someone else, and I do not wish her to know where they came from, Jotham, are you willing to go over to the Wilson farm to-night?" asked Randy.
"I"d go to Joppa if you asked it," answered the boy with a laugh.
"Then go to Molly"s house after dark, and leave these bundles on the doorstep. Knock loudly, and then run away just far enough so that you will be able to see them taken in, and don"t tell anyone about it. It"s just a nice little surprise and you and I will keep our secret."
"It"s a pleasure that you are planning, of that I am sure," said Jotham.
"I"ll tell you just one thing more," said Randy, "Molly Wilson is a nice girl and she will be sixteen to-morrow."
"Oh ho! A birthday gift! Well, I don"t wonder you wish it to get there to-night, but if I leave it and run, how will they know that the bundles are for Molly?"
"Oh, I must put her name on the parcels now," said Randy.
Jotham produced a pencil and thinking that Molly might recognize her writing, Randy printed in large letters this legend:
"For Mollie Wilson, from one who loves her."
After viewing her work with satisfaction, Randy said,
"There, now they are all ready, but Jotham," she added a moment later, "what will you do with them between now and twilight?"
"I"ll take the packages home, and as you wish no one to know about them, I"ll hide them in a safe place in our woodshed. When I start for Molly"s house I have to go in the same direction that I would if I were intending to stop at Reuben Jenks" door, so I"ll leave the presents at the Wilson"s, and stop at Reuben"s on the way home; then if I"m known to have been at Reuben"s no one will guess that I was running about delivering presents."
So at a bend of the road they parted, Jotham happy in the thought that he had a part in one of Randy"s plans, and at the same time doing her bidding, and Randy wondering if Molly"s delight when she looked at her gifts would be as great as that which she had herself experienced in sending them.
CHAPTER III
GOSSIP
The sun shone down upon the dusty little "square," and the foliage of the big willow tree near Barnes" store looked as if frosted, such a thick coating of dust lay upon the leaves.
At the trough beneath the tree an old gray horse stood alternately taking a long draught of the clear water, and looking off across the square, as if lost in meditation.
A dragon-fly with steely wings lit upon the trough and, skilled little acrobat, balanced upon the extreme edge as if thus to take in the full beauty of old Dobbin"s reflection.
Exhaling a long breath as he lifted his s.h.a.ggy head, the old horse sent a shower of bright drops upon the dragon-fly who, considering the act to be a great breach of etiquette, took zigzag flight across the sunny square, and up the winding road toward the mill.
It looked as if Dobbin might drink the trough dry if he chose, for an animated conversation was in progress at Barnes" store, and his master was one of the leaders in every discussion, whether the topic chanced to be political, or simply a tale of village gossip.
A chubby urchin made little hills of dust, using a well worn slipper for a trowel, and Dobbin kicked and stamped impatiently, occasionally taking another drink, and still the discussion went on.
"Naow I argy, that a leetle deestrict school wus good "nough fer me, an"
look at me!
"Own my farm free an" clear, got a good lot er stock an" tools on the place, an" I"m wuth two thousand dollars in cash!"
The speaker was old Josiah Boyden, one of the "_see_lectmen," and a member of the school committee. His greatest pride lay in the fact that he was a self-made man, and truly he looked as if constructed upon a home made pattern.
The group of farmers, obedient to his command, turned and looked at the speaker, while from behind the stove which, hot weather or cold, held the place of honor in the centre of the store, a shrill voice ventured to question the pompous owner of so great a property.
"Be ye goin" ter say, Josiah, that every feller what"s edicated at a deestrict school can git ter own sech a fort"n as yourn?"
"Huh! Wal, no, not exactly," was the admission, for while this good committee-man was fighting a suggestion which had been made relative to securing better quarters for the school which promised to be larger than on any previous year, he did not wish to diminish his own glory by inferring that any one, however bright, or ambitious, could possibly arrive at his eminence.
"I think, friends," said Parson Spooner in his soft, pleasant voice, "that our scholars should be given every comfort and advantage which our village can possibly afford to grant."
"That"s it, that"s it," a.s.sented Josiah Boyden, "but the thing is, she can"t afford to offer nothin" extry beyond just what"s set aside fer schools."
Again the squeaky voice from behind the stove made itself heard. "That"s the time, Josiah, when the taown can"t afford it that cap"talists, such as you say you be, oughter step right inter the gap an" help aout."
"I"ve got a arrant daown ter the mill," remarked the offended "_see_lectman," "an" I"m goin" right along ter "tend to it, but I"ll say in leavin", thet I won"t waste my breath a talkin" to a person with a mind so narrer as ter s"pose fer a moment that private puss-strings hangs aout fer every person who feels like it ter pull. I"m public sperited, every one knows that, but I don"t help support no inst.i.tootion er larnin when I got the hull er my edication at a deestrict school," and in intense disgust he left the store followed by an irritating chuckle which, although it came from behind the rusty old stove, reached the ears of Boyden as he stamped down the rickety steps of the store and stalked majestically across the square and up the road.
He was sure of a sympathetic listener at the mill, for it was a well worn saying in the village that the miller "agreed with everyone."
The river which kept his mill running, wound its way through the next village, where another grist mill was humming, and Martin Meers was far too shrewd to permit himself to express a difference of opinion from that held by a good customer, who in his wrath might take his grist to the rival mill to be ground.
Pondering over the "narrer minds" of those with whom he had been conversing, Josiah Boyden tramped along the dusty road, becoming more incensed with every step, as he thought of the individual who had presumed to suggest that he might contribute toward the school fund, and still the gossip at the store progressed, unhindered by the departure of the "_see_lectman."
"My Reuben," remarked Mr. Jenks, "made more progress in his studies last season than he ever made before in two winters" work, and I feel that the teacher deserves a deal of thanks fer stirring up such an interest. I don"t have the sort er feelin" that Boyden has. I stand ready and willin"
ter put my hand in my pocket ter help aout expenses, ef some others will "gree ter chip in."
"But there"s a "scuse fer Boyden," chuckled Nate Burnham, the old fellow behind the stove, as he relighted his pipe, and puffed a few times to determine if it intended to burn. "There"s a sort er "scuse fer Boyden,"
he repeated, "fer his children have growd up, so he ain"t got no use fer schools, and fellers like him don"t pay fer things they ain"t a usin"."
"Wal, I think we ought ter have a village improvement sarsiety fer the benefit of us as is out"n school," remarked Joel Simpkins, thrusting his hands deep into his pockets and tossing his head to shake back a refractory lock of hay-colored hair.
He was the "head clerk" at Barnes" store. To be sure he was, as a general thing, the _only_ clerk, but Joel considered himself quite a personage, and never referred to himself as other than head clerk.
"Kinder had an idee that ye couldn"t be improved, Joel," remarked a young farmer who had thus far taken no part in the conversation.
Joel looked sharply at the man, and vaguely wondered if possibly the remark was sarcastic, but the face into which he peered was so genuinely good natured that Joel was rea.s.sured, and he at once decided that only a very fine compliment was intended.
"I think we could fix up this "ere square," said Joel, "ter begin with.
Take that old horse trough. That could be fixed up "n" painted, "n" that willer tree; "twouldn"t hurt it ter give it a good preunin". Growin" as it does daown in the ditch, or puddle beside this store, it flourishes, an"
lops its limbs nigh onto across the square; an" the rickety fence beside it ought ter be straightened up "fore some of the fellers that are perpetually leanin" "gainst it pitch with it backward inter the ditch."
"Wal, Joel, while yer "baout it," remarked Silas Barnes, "why don"t yer suggest a brick block er two, an" pavin" stones in the square an" a few other things such as I told ye I seen in Boston. "Tain"t wuth while ter stop after ye git started ter make suggestions."