"Better after than before," says I. "Where"s the ponies now?"
"What do the ashes look like?" says Jack.
"Are there any clinkers?" says Jill.
Say, I was down and out in the first round. For every word I could get in about ponies they got in ten about them bloomin" jars, and when I leaves "em they was organisin" a circus, with Grandfather and Aunt Sabina supposed to be occupyin" the reserved seats. Honest, it was enough to chill the spine of a morgue keeper. By good luck I runs across Snivens snoopin" through the hall.
"See here, you!" says I. "I want to talk to you."
"Beg pardon, sir," says he, backin" off, real stiff and dignified; "but----"
"Ah, chuck it!" says I, reachin" out and gettin" hold of his collar, playful like. "You"ve been listenin" at the door. Now what do you think of the way them kids is carryin" on in there?"
"It"s outrageous, sir!" says he, puffin" up his cheeks, "It"s scandalous! They"re young imps, so they are, sir."
"Want to stop all that nonsense?" says I.
He says he does.
"Then," says I, "you take them jars down cellar and hide "em in the coal bin."
He holds up both hands at that. "It can"t be done, sir," says he.
"They"ve been right there for twenty years without bein" so much as moved. They were very superior folks, sir, very superior."
"Couldn"t you put "em in the attic, then?" says I.
He couldn"t. He says it"s in the lease that the jars wa"n"t to be touched.
"Snivens," says I, shovin" a twenty at him, "forget the lease."
Say, he looks at that yellowback as longin" as an East Side kid sizin"
up a fruit cart. Then he gives a shiver and shakes his head. "Not for a thousand, sir," says he. "I wouldn"t dare."
"You"re an old billygoat, Snivens," says I.
And that"s all the good I did with my little whirl at the game; but I tries to cheer Pinckney up by tellin" him the kids wa"n"t doin" any harm.
"But they are," says Pinckney. "They"re raising the very mischief with my plans. The maids are scared to death. They say the house is haunted. Four of them gave notice to-day. Aunt Mary is packing her trunks, and that means that I might as well give up. I"ll inquire about a home to send them to this afternoon."
I guess it was about four o"clock, and I was tryin" to take a snooze in a hammock on the front porch, when I hears the twins makin" life miserable for the gard"ner that was fixin" the rose bushes.
"Lemme dig, Pat," says Jill.
"G"wan, ye young tarrier!" says Pat
"Can"t I help some?" says Jack.
"Yes, if ye"ll go off about a mile," says Pat.
"Why don"t the roses grow any more?" asks Jill.
"It"s needin" ashes on "em they are," says Pat.
"Ashes!" says Jack.
"Ashes!" says Jill.
Then together, "Oh, we know where there"s ashes--lots!"
"We"ll fetch "em!" says Jill, and with that I hears a scamperin" up the steps.
I was just gettin" up to chase after "em, when I has another thought.
"What"s the use, anyway?" thinks I. "It"s their last stunt." So I turns over and pretends to snooze.
When Pinckney shows up about six the twins has the pony carts out and is doin" a chariot race around the drive, as happy and innocent as a couple of pink angels. Then they eats their supper and goes to bed, with nary a mention of sayin" good-night to the jars, like they"d been in the habit of doin". Next mornin" they gets up as frisky as colts and goes out to play wild Indians in the bushes. They was at it all the forenoon, and never a word about Grandfather and Aunt Sabina.
Pinckney notices it, but he don"t dare speak of it for fear he"ll break the spell. About two he comes in with a telegram.
"Miss Gertie"s coming on the four o"clock train," says he, lookin" wild.
"You don"t act like you was much tickled," says I.
"She"s sure to find out what a muss I"ve made of things," says he.
"The moment she gets here I expect the twins will start up that confounded rigmarole about Grandfather and Aunt Sabina again. Oh, I can hear them doing it!"
I let it go at that. But while he"s away at the station the kitchen talk breaks loose. The cook and two maids calls for Aunt Mary, tells her what they think of a place that has canned spooks in the parlour, and starts for the trolley. Aunt Mary gets her bonnet on and has her trunks lugged down on the front porch. That"s the kind of a reception we has for Miss Gertrude and her mother when they show up.
"Anything particular the matter?" whispers Pinckney to me, as he hands the guests out of the carriage.
"Nothin" much," says I. "Me and Snivens and the twins is left. The others have gone or are goin"."
"What is the matter?" says Miss Gertie.
"Everything," says Pinckney. "I"ve made a flat failure. Shorty, you bring in the twins and we"ll end this thing right now."
Well, I rounds up Jack and Jill, and after they"ve hugged Miss Gertie until her travelin" dress is fixed for a week at the cleaners", Pinckney leads us all into the front room. The urns was there on the mantel; but the kids don"t even give "em a look.
"Come on, you young rascals!" says he, as desperate as if he was pleadin" guilty to blowin" up a safe. "Tell Miss Gertrude about Grandfather and Aunt Sabina."
"Oh," says Jack, "they"re out in the flower bed."
"We fed "em to the rose bushes," says Jill.
"We didn"t like to lose "em," says Jack; "but Pat needed the ashes."
"It"s straight goods," says I; "I was there."
And say, when Miss Gertrude hears the whole yarn about the urns, and the trouble they"ve made Pinckney, she stops laughin" and holds out one hand to him over Jill"s shoulder.
"You poor boy!" says she. "Didn"t you ever read Omar"s--