[Ill.u.s.tration: "What could be sweeter "n little Mary Elizabeth?"]
Wife has had her over here to supper sev"al nights lately, an" Sonny he"s took tea over to the Wallaces" once-t or twice-t, an" they say he shows mighty good table manners, pa.s.sin" things polite, an" leavin"
proper amounts on his plate. His mother has always teached him keerful.
It"s good practice for "em both. Of co"se Mary Elizabeth she"s a year older "n what Sonny is, an" she"s thess gittin" a little experience out o" him--though she ain"t no ways conscious of it,--an" he "ll gain a good deal o" courage th"oo keepin" company with a ladylike girl like Mary Elizabeth. That"s the way it goes, an" I think th" ain"t nothin"
mo" innercent or sweet.
How"d you say that, doctor? S"posin" it wasn"t to turn out that-a-way?
Well, bless yo" heart, ef it was to work out in _all seriousness, what could be sweeter "n little Mary Elizabeth_? Sonny ain"t got it in his power to displease us, don"t keer what he was to take a notion to, less"n, of co"se, it was wrong, which it ain"t in him to do--not knowin"ly.
You know, Sonny has about decided to take a trip north, doctor--to New York State. Sir? Oh, no; he ain"t goin" to take the co"se o" lectures thet Miss Phoebe has urged him to take--"t least, that ain"t his intention.
No; he sez thet he don"t crave to fit his-self to teach. He sez he feels like ez ef it would smother him to teach school in a house all day. He taken that after me.
No; he"s goin a-visitin". Oh, no, sir; we ain"t got no New York kin.
He"s a-goin" all the way to that strange an" distant State to call on a man thet he ain"t never see, nor any of his family. He"s a gentle man by the name o" Burroughs--John Burroughs. He"s a book-writer. The first book thet Sonny set up nights to read was one o" his"n--all about dumb creatures an" birds. Sonny acchilly wo"e that book out a-readin" it.
Yas, sir; Sonny says thet ef he could thess take one long stroll th"oo the woods with him, he"d be willin" to walk to New York State if necessary. An" we"re a-goin" to let "im go. The purtiest part about it is thet this here great book-writer has invited him to pay him a visit.
Think o" that, will you? Think of a man thet could think up a whole row o" books a-takin" sech a" int"res" in our plain little Arkansas Sonny.
But he done it; an" "mo" "n that, he remarked in the letter thet it would give him great pleasure to meet the boy thet had so many mutual friends in common with him, or some sech remark. Of co"se, in this he referred to dumb brutes, an" even trees, so Sonny says. Oh, cert"n"y; Sonny writ him first. How would he"ve knew about Sonny? Miss Phoebe she encouraged him to write the letter, but it was Sonny"s first idee. An"
the answer, why, he"s got it framed an" hung up above his bookshelves between our marriage c"tif"cate an" his diplomy.
He"s done sent Sonny his picture, too. He"s took a-settin" up in a"
apple-tree. You can tell from a little thing like that thet a person ain"t no dude, an" I like that. We "ve put that picture in the front page of the plush alb.u.m, an" moved the bishop back one page.
Sonny has sent him a photograph of all our family took together, an"
likely enough he"ll have it framed time Sonny arrives there.
When he goes, little Mary Elizabeth, why, she"s offered to take keer of all his harmless live things till he comes back, an" I s"pose they"ll be letters a-pa.s.sin" back and fo"th. It does seem so funny, when I think about it. "Pears like thess the other day thet Mis" Wallace fetched little Mary Elizabeth over to look at Sonny, an" he on"y three days old.
I ricollec" when she seen "im she took her little one-year-old finger an" teched "im on the forehead, an" she says, says she, "Howdy?"--thess that-a-way. I remember we all thought it was so smart. Seemed like ez ef she reelized thet he had thess arrived--an" she had thess learned to say "Howdy," an" she up an" says it.
An" she"s ap" at speech yet, so Sonny says. She don"t say much when wife or I are around, which I think is showin" only right an" proper respec"s.
Th" ain"t nothin" purtier, to my mind, than for a young girl to set up at table with her elders, an" to "tend strictly to business. Mary Elizabeth"ll set th"oo a whole meal, an" sca"cely look up from her plate. I never did see a little girl do it mo" modest.
Of co"se, Sonny, he bein" at home, an" she bein" his company, why, he talks constant, an" she"ll glance up at him sort o" sideways occasional.
Wife an" me, we find it ez much ez we can do, sometimes, to hold in; we feel so tickled over their cunnin" little ways together. To see Sonny politely take her cup o" tea an" po" it out in her saucer to cool for her so nice, why, it takes all the dignity we can put on to cover our amus.e.m.e.nt over it. You see, they"ve only lately teethed together, them child"en.
I reckon the thing sort o" got started last summer. I know he give her a flyin" squir"l, an" she embroidered him a hat-band. I suspicioned then what was comin", an" I advised wife to make up a few white-bosomed shirts for him, an" she didn"t git "em done none too soon. "Twasn"t no time befo" he called for "em.
A while back befo" that I taken notice thet he "d put a few idees down on sheets o" paper for her to write her compositions by. Of co"se, he wouldn"t _write_ "em. He"s too honest. He"d thess sugges" idees promiscu"us.
She"s got words, so he says, an" so she"d write out mighty nice compositions by his hints. I taken notice thet in this world it"s often that-a-way; one"ll have idees, an" another"ll have words. They ain"t always bestowed together. When they are, why, then, I reckon, them are the book-writers. Sonny he"s got purty consider"ble o" both for his age, but, of co"se, he wouldn"t never aspire to put nothin" he could think up into no printed book, I don"t reckon; though he"s got three blank books filled with the routine of "out-door housekeeping," ez he calls it, the way it"s kep" by varmints an" things out o" doors under loose tree-barks an" in all sorts of outlandish places. I did only last week find a piece o" paper with a po"try verse on it in his hand-write on his little table. I suspicioned thet it was his composin", because the name "Mary Elizabeth" occurred in two places in it, though, of co"se, they"s other Mary Elizabeths. He"s a goin" to fetch that housekeepin" book up north with him, an" my opinion is thet he"s a-projec"ing to show it to Mr.
Burroughs. But likely he won"t have the courage.
Yas; take it all together, I"m glad them two child"en has took the notion. It"ll be a good thing for him whilst he"s throwed in with all sorts o" travelin" folks goin" an" comin" to reelize thet he"s got a little sweetheart at home, an" thet she"s bein" loved an" cherished by his father an" mother du"in" his absence.
Even after they"ve gone their sep"rate ways, ez they most likely will in time, it"ll be a pleasure to "em to look back to the time when they was little sweethearts.
I know I had a number, off an" on, when I was a youngster, an" they"re every one hung up--in my mind, of co"se--in little gilt frames, each one to herself. An" sometimes, when I think "em over, I imagine thet they"s sweet, bunches of wild vi"lets a-settin" under every one of "em--all "cep"n" one, an" I always seem to see pinks under hers.
An" she"s a grandmother now. Funny to think it all over, ain"t it?
At this present time she"s a tall, thin ol" lady thet fans with a turkey-tail, an" sets up with the sick. But the way she hangs in her little frame in my mind, she"s a chunky little thing with fat ankles an"
wrisses, an" her two cheeks they hang out of her pink caliker sunbonnet thess like a pair o" ripe plumgranates.
She was the pinkest little sweetheart thet a pink-lovin" school-boy ever picked out of a cla.s.s of thirty-five, I reckon.
Seemed to me everything about her was fat an" chubby, thess like herself. Ricollec", one day, she dropped her satchel, an" out rolled the fattest little dictionary I ever see, an" when I see it, seem like she couldn"t nach.e.l.ly be expected to tote no other kind. I used to take pleasure in getherin" a pink out o" mother"s garden in the mornin"s when I"d be startin" to school, an" slippin" it on to her desk when she wouldn"t be lookin", an" she"d always pin it on her frock when I"d have my head turned the other way. Then when she"d ketch my eye, she"d turn pinker"n the pink. But she never mentioned one o" them pinks to me in her life, nor I to her.
Yas; I always think of her little picture with a bunch o" them old-fashioned garden pinks a settin" under it, an" there they"ll stay ez long ez my old mind is a fitten place for sech sweet-scented pictures to hang in.
They"ve been a pleasure to me all my life, an" I"m glad to see Sonny"s a-startin" his little picture-gallery a"ready.
WEDDIN" PRESENTS
[Ill.u.s.tration: "T"]
That you, doctor? Hitch up, an" come right in.
You say Sonny called by an" ast you to drop in to see me?
But I ain"t sick. I"m thess settin"out here on the po"ch, upholstered with pillers this-a-way on account o" the spine o" my back feelin" sort o" porely. The way I ache--I reckon likely ez not it"s a-fixin" to rain.
Ef I don"t seem to him quite ez chirpy I ought to be, why Sonny he gets oneasy an" goes for you, an" when I object--not thet I ain"t always glad to see you, doctor--why, he th"ows up to me thet that"s the way we always done about him when de was in his first childhood. An" ef you ricollec"--why, it"s about true. He says he"s boss now, an" turn about is fair play.
My pulse ain"t no ways discordant, is it? No, I thought not. Of co"se, ez you say, I s"pose it"s sort o" different to a younger person"s, an"
then I"ve been so worked up lately thet my heart"s bound to be more or less frustrated, and Sonny says a person"s heart reg"lates his pulse.
I reckon I ain"t ez strong ez I ought to be, maybe, or I wouldn"t cry so easy ez what I do. I been settin" here, pretty near boo-hoo-in" for the last half-hour, over the weddin" presents Sonny has thess been a-givin"
me.
Last week it was a daughter, little Mary Elizabeth--an" now it"s his book.
They was to "ve come together. The book was printed and was to "ve been received here on Sonny"s weddin"-day, but it didn"t git in on time. But I counted it in ez one o" my weddin" presents from Sonny, give to me on the occasion of his marriage, thess the same, though I didn"t know about the inscription thet he"s inscribed inside it tell it arrived--an" I"m glad I didn"t.
Ef I"d "ve knew that day, when my heart was already in my win"-pipe, thet he had give out to the world by sech a printed declaration ez that thet he had to say dedicated all his work in life, _in advance_, to my ol" soul, I couldn"t no mo" "ve kep" up my behavior "n nothin".
I"m glad you think I don"t need no physic, doctor. I never was no hand to swaller medicine when I was young, and the obnoxion seems to grow on me ez I git older.
Not all that toddy? You"ll have me in a drunkard"s grave yet,--you an"
Sonny together,--ef I don"t watch out.
That nutmeg gives it a mighty good flavor, doc". Ef any thing ever does make me intemp"rate, why, it"ll be the nutmeg an" sugar thet you all smuggle the liquor to me in.