So Jed was obliged to let her in and she entered with a skip and a jump, quite unconscious that her "back-step-uncle" was in any way different, either in feelings or desire for her society, than he had been for months.
"Why did you have the door locked, Uncle Jed?" she demanded. "Did you forget to unlock it?"
Jed, without looking at her, muttered something to the effect that he cal"lated he must have.
"Um-hm," she observed, with a nod of comprehension. "I thought that was it. You did it once before, you know. It was a ex-eccen- trick, leaving it locked was, I guess. Don"t you think it was a-- a--one of those kind of tricks, Uncle Jed?"
Silence, except for the hum and rasp of the lathe.
"Don"t you, Uncle Jed?" repeated Barbara.
"Eh? . . . Oh, yes, I presume likely so."
Babbie, sitting on the lumber pile, kicked her small heels together and regarded him with speculative interest.
"Uncle Jed," she said, after a few moments of silent consideration, "what do you suppose Petunia told me just now?"
No answer.
"What do you suppose Petunia told me?" repeated Babbie. "Something about you "twas, Uncle Jed."
Still Jed did not reply. His silence was not deliberate; he had been so absorbed in his own pessimistic musings that he had not heard the question, that was all. Barbara tried again.
"She told me she guessed you had been thinking AWF"LY hard about something this time, else you wouldn"t have so many eccen-tricks to-day."
Silence yet. Babbie swallowed hard:
"I--I don"t think I like eccen-tricks, Uncle Jed," she faltered.
Not a word. Then Jed, stooping to pick up a piece of wood from the pile of cut stock beside the lathe, was conscious of a little sniff. He looked up. His small visitor"s lip was quivering and two big tears were just ready to overflow her lower lashes.
"Eh? . . . Mercy sakes alive!" he exclaimed. "Why, what"s the matter?"
The lip quivered still more. "I--I don"t like to have you not speak to me," sobbed Babbie. "You--you never did it so--so long before."
That appeal was sufficient. Away, for the time, went Jed"s pessimism and his hopeless musings. He forgot that he was a fool, the "town crank," and of no use in the world. He forgot his own heartbreak, chagrin and disappointment. A moment later Babbie was on his knee, hiding her emotion in the front of his jacket, and he was trying his best to soothe her with characteristic Winslow nonsense.
"You mustn"t mind me, Babbie," he declared. "My--my head ain"t workin" just right to-day, seems so. I shouldn"t wonder if--if I wound it too tight, or somethin" like that."
Babbie"s tear-stained face emerged from the jacket front.
"Wound your HEAD too tight, Uncle Jed?" she cried.
"Ye-es, yes. I was kind of extra absent-minded yesterday and I thought I wound the clock, but I couldn"t have done that "cause the clock"s stopped. Yet I know I wound somethin" and it"s just as liable to have been my head as anything else. You listen just back of my starboard ear there and see if I"m tickin" reg"lar."
The balance of the conversation between the two was of a distinctly personal nature.
"You see, Uncle Jed," said Barbara, as she jumped from his knee preparatory to running off to school, "I don"t like you to do eccen-tricks and not talk to me. I don"t like it at all and neither does Petunia. You won"t do any more--not for so long at a time, will you, Uncle Jed?"
Jed sighed. "I"ll try not to," he said, soberly.
She nodded. "Of course," she observed, "we shan"t mind you doing a few, because you can"t help that. But you mustn"t sit still and not pay attention when we talk for ever and ever so long. I--I don"t know precactly what I and Petunia would do if you wouldn"t talk to us, Uncle Jed."
"Don"t, eh? Humph! I presume likely you"d get along pretty well.
I ain"t much account."
Barbara looked at him in horrified surprise.
"Oh, Uncle Jed!" she cried, "you mustn"t talk so! You MUSTN"T!
Why--why, you"re the bestest man there is. And there isn"t anybody in Orham can make windmills the way you can. I asked Teacher if there was and she said no. So there! And you"re a GREAT cons"lation to all our family," she added, solemnly. "We just couldn"t ever--EVER do without you."
When the child went Jed did not take the trouble to lock the door after her; consequently his next callers entered without difficulty and came directly to the inner shop. Jed, once more absorbed in gloomy musings--not quite as gloomy, perhaps; somehow the clouds had not descended quite so heavily upon his soul since Babbie"s visit--looked up to see there standing behind him Maud Hunniwell and Charlie Phillips.
He sprang to his feet. "Eh?" he cried, delightedly. "Well, well, so you"re back, Charlie, safe and sound. Well, well!"
Phillips grasped the hand which Jed had extended and shook it heartily.
"Yes, I"m back," he said.
"Um-hm. . . . And--er--how did you leave Uncle Sam? Old feller"s pretty busy these days, "cordin" to the papers."
"Yes, I imagine he is."
"Um-hm. . . . Well, did you--er--make him happy? Give his army the one thing needful to make it--er--perfect?"
Charlie laughed. "If you mean did I add myself to it," he said, "I did. I am an enlisted man now, Jed. As soon as Von Hindenburg hears that, he"ll commit suicide, I"m sure."
Jed insisted on shaking hands with him again. "You"re a lucky feller, Charlie," he declared. "I only wish I had your chance.
Yes, you"re lucky--in a good many ways," with a glance at Maud.
"And, speaking of Uncle Sam," he added, "reminds me of--well, of Daddy Sam. How"s he behavin" this mornin"? I judge from the fact that you two are together he"s a little more rational than he was last night. . . . Eh?"
Phillips looked puzzled, but Maud evidently understood. "Daddy has been very nice to-day," she said, demurely. "Charlie had a long talk with him and--and--"
"And he was mighty fine," declared Phillips with emphasis. "We had a heart to heart talk and I held nothing back. I tell you, Jed, it did me good to speak the truth, whole and nothing but. I told Captain Hunniwell that I didn"t deserve his daughter. He agreed with me there, of course."
"Nonsense!" interrupted Maud, with a happy laugh.
"Not a bit of nonsense. We agreed that no one was good enough for you. But I told him I wanted that daughter very much indeed and, provided she was agreeable and was willing to wait until the war was over and I came back; taking it for granted, of course, that I--"
He hesitated, bit his lip and looked apprehensively at Miss Hunniwell. Jed obligingly helped him over the thin ice.
"Provided you come back a major general or--or a commodore or a corporal"s guard or somethin"," he observed.
"Yes," gratefully, "that"s it. I"m sure to be a high private at least. Well, to cut it short, Jed, I told Captain Hunniwell all my past and my hopes and plans for the future. He was forgiving and forbearing and kinder than I had any right to expect. We understand each other now and he is willing, always provided that Maud is willing, too, to give me my opportunity to make good. That is all any one could ask."
"Yes, I should say "twas. . . . But Maud, how about her? You had consider"ble of a job makin" her see that you was worth waitin"
for, I presume likely, eh?"
Maud laughed and blushed and bade him behave himself. Jed demanded to be told more particulars concerning the enlisting. So Charles told the story of his Boston trip, while Maud looked and listened adoringly, and Jed, watching the young people"s happiness, was, for the time, almost happy himself.