responded uncle Jerry, attacking a piece of apple pie.
"Ye--es; though mother thought that was going to be the making of me,"
returned Rebecca sadly, giving a dry little sob as she tried to drink her tea.
"It"ll be nice for you to be all together again at the farm--such a house full o" children!" remarked the dear old deceiver, who longed for nothing so much as to cuddle and comfort the poor little creature.
"It"s too full--that"s the trouble. But I"ll make Hannah come to Riverboro in my place."
"S"pose Mirandy "n" Jane"ll have her? I should be "most afraid they wouldn"t. They"ll be kind o" mad at your goin" home, you know, and you can"t hardly blame "em."
This was quite a new thought,--that the brick house might be closed to Hannah, since she, Rebecca, had turned her back upon its cold hospitality.
"How is this school down here in Riverboro--pretty good?" inquired uncle Jerry, whose brain was working with an altogether unaccustomed rapidity,--so much so that it almost terrified him.
"Oh, it"s a splendid school! And Miss Dearborn is a splendid teacher!"
"You like her, do you? Well, you"d better believe she returns the compliment. Mother was down to the store this afternoon buyin" liniment for Seth Strout, an" she met Miss Dearborn on the bridge. They got to talkin" "bout school, for mother has summer-boarded a lot o" the schoolmarms, an" likes "em. "How does the little Temperance girl git along?" asks mother. "Oh, she"s the best scholar I have!" says Miss Dearborn. "I could teach school from sun-up to sun-down if scholars was all like Rebecca Randall," says she."
"Oh, Mr. Cobb, DID she say that?" glowed Rebecca, her face sparkling and dimpling in an instant. "I"ve tried hard all the time, but I"ll study the covers right off of the books now."
"You mean you would if you"d ben goin" to stay here," interposed uncle Jerry. "Now ain"t it too bad you"ve jest got to give it all up on account o" your aunt Mirandy? Well, I can"t hardly blame ye. She"s cranky an" she"s sour; I should think she"d ben nussed on bonny-clabber an" green apples. She needs bearin" with; an" I guess you ain"t much on patience, be ye?"
"Not very much," replied Rebecca dolefully.
"If I"d had this talk with ye yesterday," pursued Mr. Cobb, "I believe I"d have advised ye different. It"s too late now, an" I don"t feel to say you"ve ben all in the wrong; but if "t was to do over again, I"d say, well, your aunt Mirandy gives you clothes and board and schoolin"
and is goin" to send you to Wareham at a big expense. She"s turrible hard to get along with, an" kind o" heaves benefits at your head, same "s she would bricks; but they"re benefits jest the same, an" mebbe it"s your job to kind o" pay for "em in good behavior. Jane"s a leetle bit more easy goin" than Mirandy, ain"t she, or is she jest as hard to please?"
"Oh, aunt Jane and I get along splendidly," exclaimed Rebecca; "she"s just as good and kind as she can be, and I like her better all the time. I think she kind of likes me, too; she smoothed my hair once. I"d let her scold me all day long, for she understands; but she can"t stand up for me against aunt Mirandy; she"s about as afraid of her as I am."
"Jane"ll be real sorry to-morrow to find you"ve gone away, I guess; but never mind, it can"t be helped. If she has a kind of a dull time with Mirandy, on account o" her bein" so sharp, why of course she"d set great store by your comp"ny. Mother was talkin" with her after prayer meetin" the other night. "You wouldn"t know the brick house, Sarah,"
says Jane. "I"m keepin" a sewin" school, an" my scholar has made three dresses. What do you think o" that," says she, "for an old maid"s child? I"ve taken a cla.s.s in Sunday-school," says Jane, "an" think o"
renewin" my youth an" goin" to the picnic with Rebecca," says she; an"
mother declares she never see her look so young "n" happy."
There was a silence that could be felt in the little kitchen; a silence only broken by the ticking of the tall clock and the beating of Rebecca"s heart, which, it seemed to her, almost drowned the voice of the clock. The rain ceased, a sudden rosy light filled the room, and through the window a rainbow arch could be seen spanning the heavens like a radiant bridge. Bridges took one across difficult places, thought Rebecca, and uncle Jerry seemed to have built one over her troubles and given her strength to walk.
"The shower "s over," said the old man, filling his pipe; "it"s cleared the air, washed the face o" the airth nice an" clean, an" everything to-morrer will shine like a new pin--when you an" I are drivin" up river."
Rebecca pushed her cup away, rose from the table, and put on her hat and jacket quietly. "I"m not going to drive up river, Mr. Cobb," she said. "I"m going to stay here and--catch bricks; catch "em without throwing "em back, too. I don"t know as aunt Mirandy will take me in after I"ve run away, but I"m going back now while I have the courage.
You wouldn"t be so good as to go with me, would you, Mr. Cobb?"
"You"d better b"lieve your uncle Jerry don"t propose to leave till he gits this thing fixed up," cried the old man delightedly. "Now you"ve had all you can stan" to-night, poor little soul, without gettin" a fit o" sickness; an" Mirandy"ll be sore an" cross an" in no condition for argyment; so my plan is jest this: to drive you over to the brick house in my top buggy; to have you set back in the corner, an" I git out an"
go to the side door; an" when I git your aunt Mirandy "n" aunt Jane out int" the shed to plan for a load o" wood I"m goin" to have hauled there this week, you"ll slip out o" the buggy and go upstairs to bed. The front door won"t be locked, will it?"
"Not this time of night," Rebecca answered; "not till aunt Mirandy goes to bed; but oh! what if it should be?"
"Well, it won"t; an" if "t is, why we"ll have to face it out; though in my opinion there"s things that won"t bear facin" out an" had better be settled comfortable an" quiet. You see you ain"t run away yet; you"ve only come over here to consult me "bout runnin" away, an" we"ve concluded it ain"t wuth the trouble. The only real sin you"ve committed, as I figger it out, was in comin" here by the winder when you"d ben sent to bed. That ain"t so very black, an" you can tell your aunt Jane "bout it come Sunday, when she"s chock full o" religion, an"
she can advise you when you"d better tell your aunt Mirandy. I don"t believe in deceivin" folks, but if you"ve hed hard thoughts you ain"t obleeged to own "em up; take "em to the Lord in prayer, as the hymn says, and then don"t go on hevin" "em. Now come on; I"m all hitched up to go over to the post-office; don"t forget your bundle; "it"s always a journey, mother, when you carry a nightgown;" them "s the first words your uncle Jerry ever heard you say! He didn"t think you"d be bringin"
your nightgown over to his house. Step in an" curl up in the corner; we ain"t goin" to let folks see little runaway gals, "cause they"re goin"
back to begin all over ag"in!"
When Rebecca crept upstairs, and undressing in the dark finally found herself in her bed that night, though she was aching and throbbing in every nerve, she felt a kind of peace stealing over her. She had been saved from foolishness and error; kept from troubling her poor mother; prevented from angering and mortifying her aunts.
Her heart was melted now, and she determined to win aunt Miranda"s approval by some desperate means, and to try and forget the one thing that rankled worst, the scornful mention of her father, of whom she thought with the greatest admiration, and whom she had not yet heard criticised; for such sorrows and disappointments as Aurelia Randall had suffered had never been communicated to her children.
It would have been some comfort to the bruised, unhappy little spirit to know that Miranda Sawyer was pa.s.sing an uncomfortable night, and that she tacitly regretted her harshness, partly because Jane had taken such a lofty and virtuous position in the matter. She could not endure Jane"s disapproval, although she would never have confessed to such a weakness.
As uncle Jerry drove homeward under the stars, well content with his attempts at keeping the peace, he thought wistfully of the touch of Rebecca"s head on his knee, and the rain of her tears on his hand; of the sweet reasonableness of her mind when she had the matter put rightly before her; of her quick decision when she had once seen the path of duty; of the touching hunger for love and understanding that were so characteristic in her. "Lord A"mighty!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed under his breath, "Lord A"mighty! to hector and abuse a child like that one! "T ain"t ABUSE exactly, I know, or "t wouldn"t be to some o" your elephant-hided young ones; but to that little tender will-o"-the-wisp a hard word "s like a lash. Mirandy Sawyer would be a heap better woman if she had a little gravestun to remember, same"s mother "n" I have."
"I never see a child improve in her work as Rebecca has to-day,"
remarked Miranda Sawyer to Jane on Sat.u.r.day evening. "That settin" down I gave her was probably just what she needed, and I daresay it"ll last for a month."
"I"m glad you"re pleased," returned Jane. "A cringing worm is what you want, not a bright, smiling child. Rebecca looks to me as if she"d been through the Seven Years" War. When she came downstairs this morning it seemed to me she"d grown old in the night. If you follow my advice, which you seldom do, you"ll let me take her and Emma Jane down beside the river to-morrow afternoon and bring Emma Jane home to a good Sunday supper. Then if you"ll let her go to Milltown with the Cobbs on Wednesday, that"ll hearten her up a little and coax back her appet.i.te.
Wednesday "s a holiday on account of Miss Dearborn"s going home to her sister"s wedding, and the Cobbs and Perkinses want to go down to the Agricultural Fair."
XI
"THE STIRRING OF THE POWERS"
Rebecca"s visit to Milltown was all that her glowing fancy had painted it, except that recent readings about Rome and Venice disposed her to believe that those cities might have an advantage over Milltown in the matter of mere pictorial beauty. So soon does the soul outgrow its mansions that after once seeing Milltown her fancy ran out to the future sight of Portland; for that, having islands and a harbor and two public monuments, must be far more beautiful than Milltown, which would, she felt, take its proud place among the cities of the earth, by reason of its tremendous business activity rather than by any irresistible appeal to the imagination.
It would be impossible for two children to see more, do more, walk more, talk more, eat more, or ask more questions than Rebecca and Emma Jane did on that eventful Wednesday.
"She"s the best company I ever see in all my life," said Mrs. Cobb to her husband that evening. "We ain"t had a dull minute this day. She"s well-mannered, too; she didn"t ask for anything, and was thankful for whatever she got. Did you watch her face when we went into that tent where they was actin" out Uncle Tom"s Cabin? And did you take notice of the way she told us about the book when we sat down to have our ice cream? I tell you Harriet Beecher Stowe herself couldn"t "a" done it better justice."
"I took it all in," responded Mr. Cobb, who was pleased that "mother"
agreed with him about Rebecca. "I ain"t sure but she"s goin" to turn out somethin" remarkable,--a singer, or a writer, or a lady doctor like that Miss Parks up to Cornish."
"Lady doctors are always home"paths, ain"t they?" asked Mrs. Cobb, who, it is needless to say, was distinctly of the old school in medicine.
"Land, no, mother; there ain"t no home"path "bout Miss Parks--she drives all over the country."
"I can"t see Rebecca as a lady doctor, somehow," mused Mrs. Cobb. "Her gift o" gab is what"s goin" to be the makin" of her; mebbe she"ll lecture, or recite pieces, like that Portland elocutionist that come out here to the harvest supper."
"I guess she"ll be able to write down her own pieces," said Mr. Cobb confidently; "she could make "em up faster "n she could read "em out of a book."
"It"s a pity she"s so plain looking," remarked Mrs. Cobb, blowing out the candle.
"PLAIN LOOKING, mother?" exclaimed her husband in astonishment. "Look at the eyes of her; look at the hair of her, an" the smile, an" that there dimple! Look at Alice Robinson, that"s called the prettiest child on the river, an" see how Rebecca shines her ri" down out o" sight! I hope Mirandy"ll favor her comin" over to see us real often, for she"ll let off some of her steam here, an" the brick house"ll be consid"able safer for everybody concerned. We"ve known what it was to hev children, even if "t was more "n thirty years ago, an" we can make allowances."
Notwithstanding the encomiums of Mr. and Mrs. Cobb, Rebecca made a poor hand at composition writing at this time. Miss Dearborn gave her every sort of subject that she had ever been given herself: Cloud Pictures; Abraham Lincoln; Nature; Philanthropy; Slavery; Intemperance; Joy and Duty; Solitude; but with none of them did Rebecca seem to grapple satisfactorily.
"Write as you talk, Rebecca," insisted poor Miss Dearborn, who secretly knew that she could never manage a good composition herself.
"But gracious me, Miss Dearborn! I don"t talk about nature and slavery.