Down beside the shattered fruit she sat and began munching the red, sweet, juicy pulp which smelled oh, so good! But somehow the taste was bitter in her mouth, and the tempting morsels choked her when she tried to swallow them. She reviewed the previous day"s happenings and began to wonder if she were entirely blameless. She had promised Mr. Carson not to get mad when folks teased her, and here she had not only got mad but had hurt Jerome, defied the teacher and stepped on her toes, wounded faithful Carrie by running away from her, angered her father and stolen his melon.
There was the sound of horse"s hoofs and the rumbling of wheels on the hard roadbed, and around the rocky hillside appeared a light carriage driven by a portly, middle-aged man of professional appearance, who drew rein at sight of the child sitting there so disconsolately with the broken watermelon between her knees.
"h.e.l.lo, sis," he said pleasantly, "can--"
"If you will follow the road you will reach Silver Bow in just a few seconds. It"s right around that next curve," recited Tabitha rapidly, as if well accustomed to directing travelers.
The man smiled in amus.e.m.e.nt, and Tabitha wondered vaguely where she had seen him before, for he certainly looked familiar. "I happen to be staying at Silver Bow just at present, so I know where to go," he answered genially, removing his hat to fan himself, and exposing to view a head of wavy red-brown hair streaked liberally with gray. "I was going to ask you if you could tell me what you were doing up there and where you got that watermelon."
"Yes?"
He waited expectantly, but no further explanation was forthcoming, and he gently reminded her, "I am listening."
"Well, I don"t intend to tell you," she burst forth hotly, "for it is none of your business!"
Instantly the kindly face became grave and he bowed politely as he gathered up the reins, saying, "Oh, I beg your pardon, little girl; it was rude of me to ask such a question. I forgot my manners."
She felt his unspoken reproof keenly and her face flushed with shame, but before he could drive on she cried impetuously, "It wasn"t your manners that were forgot, it was mine. I have to be so polite to Dad and Miss Brooks that I don"t have any manners left, I reckon. I am sorry I was rude. I stole this melon and drug it up here to plague Dad "cause he said I couldn"t have any, but it got smashed all into bits coming up, so I thought I better eat it so"s to save it. Aunt Maria doesn"t like anything to go to waste. But the melon is sour, I reckon, and I"m sorry I took it. I"d have lugged it back again but it was a sight to be seen and wouldn"t have held together till I could have got it there. Now I s"pose I"d better go home and get ready to be licked. It will surely come this time."
As this torrent of words tumbled from her lips she rose from her seat and slid down the rocky incline to the road where the stranger sat staring at her in absolute amazement.
"Are you Tabitha Catt?" he asked at last.
"Yes, sir. How did you know me?" and a look of intense bitterness crept into her eyes as the hateful name sounded in her ears.
"My boy is in school here, and he told me--"
"Is your boy Jerome Vane?" she interrupted, suddenly recognizing the great similarity between man and boy.
"Yes, I am Dr. Vane--"
"Well, I must say you"ve got the impolitest boy I ever saw! I threw "most a bucket of water in his face yesterday and punched his nose good.
Dad saw me and that"s why he said I couldn"t have any watermelon."
The doctor"s face was a study, his lips twitched and his eyes grew suspiciously bright. Leaning over the side of the carriage, he held out his hand to the barefooted girl among the rocks and said tenderly,
"Come home with me, Tabitha. The little mother wants to see you. Jerome is sorry and he will never torment you again. He didn"t understand."
Tabitha eyed the doctor doubtfully. Maybe he wanted to lick her for the blow she had given Jerome; but one look at the sympathetic face dispelled her fear, and she started as if to accept his invitation, then drew back.
"Thank you, Dr. Vane. I should be pleased to accompany you," she said with all the politeness and formality she could muster, "but I reckon I"d better be going home now. Dad is probably looking for me by this time. He"ll want his melon."
The doctor surveyed the shattered fruit on the mountainside, and then looked down into the small brown face with its pathetically drooping mouth.
"We"ll drive around by the store and get another melon, Tabitha, and everything will be all right. Won"t that do?"
"Why didn"t I think of that before?" she exclaimed in visible relief.
"How much will it cost? Four bits?"
"Yes, maybe a little more. Such things cost more here on the desert than they do where they use raised."
Her face fell. "I"ve got only forty-two cents in my bank. I reckon I"ll have to take the licking after all."
"I"ll give you the rest--" he began.
"No, I mustn"t take money from people unless I"ve done something to earn it. But--if you will lend me eight cents, I"ll pay it back as soon as I can earn it,--that is, if you can wait for it. Maybe it will be quite a while before I get any more. There ain"t many things a girl can do on the desert to earn money fast. In Ferndale I used to pick berries. Do you think you can wait?"
"Yes, indeed, Tabitha. Climb in and we"ll hurry that melon home before anyone knows it is gone."
Up into the carriage she scrambled and away they drove towards town.
CHAPTER VIII
TABITHA BEGS PARDON
With the melon resting securely in the cooler at home, Tabitha felt better, but the weight of her sins was not wholly lifted yet, and she dreaded to meet the doctor"s wife after the encounter she had had with Jerome the previous day; so the ride through town to the little brown cottage high on the mountainside overlooking the "flat" was very silent, and when the doctor lifted her from the carriage at his door, her eyes wore their frightened look, so pathetic in one so young. He noted the unchildlike expression on the thin face and felt her trembling in his arms, but before he could think of anything cheerful to say, Jerome bounded out of the house and met her half way up the steps with the impulsive words,
"I was very rude to you yesterday, Tabitha, and I am truly sorry. I was _all_ to blame and I should have told Miss Brooks so. Won"t you be friends with me now?"
Sincerity rang in his voice and his face was full of contrition.
Tabitha"s resentment was wholly conquered and her last fear vanished.
She gravely extended her hand to meet his and the hatchet was buried in that handclasp.
"Come now and see Mamma. She"s lying down because she has been awfully sick. That"s what we came here for, and she is anxious to see you."
The next instant Tabitha stood in the presence of a tiny, white-faced woman with the most wonderful eyes she had ever seen. They shone like stars but held the warmth of the sun in their glance, and instinctively the child recognized in this frail invalid a friend. Without waiting for the formality of an introduction, without stopping to think of consequences, Tabitha flew to the couch and dropped down beside it, crying remorsefully,
"I hit him an awful whack right on the nose, and I _meant_ to. I just itched to thrash him good. If I"d been a boy I reckon I would have pitched into him. I nearly drowned him in the water-bucket and wouldn"t say I was sorry. I wasn"t then, but I am now. Will--will--will you be friends with me after all that?"
"Poor little girl, poor little girl," said the weak voice, as the thin arms clasped her gently around. "Of course I"ll be your friend. I am sorry Jerome teased you. I am afraid he likes to plague folks whenever he can, but he doesn"t mean to be bad. You mustn"t pay any attention to what he says and he will soon get tired of tormenting."
"That"s just what Mr. Carson said, and I promised I would try not to get mad, but I forgot. I"ve got a perfectly terrible temper, and when it boils up inside of me it just sizzles all over everything before I can stop it. Why, I even sa.s.sed Dad! I thought sure he"d lick me, but he didn"t."
"Tell me all about it," urged the tender-hearted woman, and Tabitha poured out her pent-up griefs and longings into those sympathetic ears with a pa.s.sion that astonished her listeners.
"I don"t know what I"d do without Tom. He"s my "Guardian Angel." Did you ever read the book called _The Guardian Angel_? The surveyor let me take it. It"s about a girl who had almost as ugly a temper as mine. She didn"t have any mother or father. I"ve got Dad, but he hates us. I reckon it must be a job to move us everywhere he wants to go, and it is particularly bad now, "cause Aunt Maria doesn"t like it and she keeps saying she won"t stay. Tom"s most grown up now though, and when he gets through college and has a surveying office of his own, I"m going to keep house for him. In two more years now he"ll be ready to go to Reno to college. Mr. Carson and the surveyor are helping him with his lessons, so he doesn"t have very much time to teach me any more; but I am way ahead of Carrie and Nettie and the other girls of my age and I"m going to learn all I can so"s I can help Tom. If I only had a pretty name, I think I could stand Dad, but it"s awfully trying to have two such things to bother you all the time. There, now, I didn"t mean to say that! Miss Brooks says it is wicked to talk so, and I made up my mind to forever quit saying mean things. I guess I am pretty bad, for I do forget so awfully often--so very often. "Awfully" isn"t a nice word to use, Miss Brooks says. Do you know, her first name is Stella and it means "star."
Isn"t that a pretty name? My first name is Tabitha and it means cat; so I am a double cat, for you see my last name is Catt, too."
"But, my dear," interrupted the woman gently, "n.o.body is going to care what your name is if you are sweet and happy and sunny. They will like you without ever thinking what the name means."
"Now isn"t it funny that two people should think the same way? Mr.
Carson told me all that, but I was afraid he didn"t know for certain, because he isn"t a Catt. But then, you aren"t a Catt, either."
"Other people can have bad tempers, dear. I used to get just terribly angry when I was a little girl--"