I"ve been to Silver Bow to buy me a bean.
Tabby Catt, Tabby Catt, what saw you there?
I saw "Gory Hanner" with her fearful red hair."
So intent were they upon rendering their new song, that neither boy heard the screen open and close softly behind him, but Mercedes caught a glimpse of the set, white face and flashing eyes through the doorway, and held her breath in mingled fear and expectation.
"Billy goat, Billy goat, where have you been?" a low, ominous voice interrupted; and the two tormentors came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the floor, paralyzed at the unexpected appearance of the black-haired girl.
"A-chewing the whiskers, that grow under my chin," the voice calmly finished, and seizing the pan of dirty water from which Gloriana had just rescued the last potato, Tabitha dashed its contents over the astonished duet. Then realizing that once more she had let go of her fiery temper, she fled from the house up the trail to a great boulder on the summit of the mountain, and threw herself face down in an abandon of shame, remorse and despair.
"Oh, dear, why can"t I be good?" she sobbed. "Just when I think I can hold onto myself and be ladylike no matter how mad I get, something comes up to show me that I"m mistaken. I"m just as hateful as Billiard! Oh, dear! And I thought he was being so good, and all the while he was doing mean things behind my back. I make a miserable fizzle of everything I undertake. What would Mrs. McKittrick say if she could have seen me a few minutes ago? Now I"ve lost all the hold I had on the boys. They can"t respect anyone who doesn"t control her temper any better than I.
"How I wish I had never offered to take care of the tribe of McKittrick! No, that isn"t so, either, for then the mother couldn"t have gone inside with Mr. McKittrick, and perhaps the operation would have killed him. I"m glad he had his chance, bad boys or no bad boys!
But oh, I am so thankful that Miss Davis will soon be home. I will never play housekeeper again, never! But now,--how can I make it right with Billiard and Toady? What a world this is to live in! Always stepping on someone"s toes and then having to beg pardon. The trouble of it is I--I don"t believe I am very sorry that I doused the boys. I am sorry I got so mad and did such a hateful thing, of course, but they deserved more than they got. And yet they aren"t to blame, either, after the bringing up they have had. I suppose--it"s up to me--to do the apologizing act--myself--this trip."
Drying her eyes and taking a firm grip on herself, she descended from her refuge and sought out the boys in their room.
"Come in," Billiard called gruffly in response to her knock, though inwardly he was quaking with fear lest it might be the sheriff or Uncle Hogan, whose authority he had never but once dared to defy. So he was visibly relieved when he saw Tabitha standing alone on the threshold, but waited uncertainly for her to state her errand.
She was as anxious as they to have the ordeal over with, and plunged into the middle of her carefully framed speech, saying briefly, "I came to ask your pardon for my rudeness of a few minutes ago. I forgot myself. It was wrong of me to speak and act as I did, no matter how great the provocation."
Her wandering gaze suddenly fell upon Billiard"s face, just in time to see him wink wickedly at Toady, and her good resolutions abruptly took wing. "But you deserved every bit you got," she finished fiercely, "and the next time I"ll _souse you in the rain barrel_!"
Slamming the door in their surprised faces, she marched majestically away to the kitchen, and furiously began beating up a cake, so chagrined over this new defeat of her plans that she could not keep the tears from her eyes.
Suddenly a meek voice at her elbow spoke hesitatingly, "Say, Tabitha, we"ve apologized to Gory Anne--Gloriana, I mean. Will you--excuse--me for what we said about you, too?"
Toady"s big, beseeching, brown eyes met hers unflinchingly--he certainly knew how to look angelic when occasion demanded it--and Tabitha relented.
"Yes, Toady, I"ll excuse _you_," she said with meaning emphasis, which was not lost on the older brother, keeping well in the background.
"I--I"m ready to be excused, too," Billiard gulped at length, shuffling forward a few steps, but not raising his eyes from the floor.
"Very well," she answered coldly. "But don"t you dare bother Gloriana again. I won"t stand for it!"
"No, ma"am," Billiard responded meekly; and the two boys made good their escape, feeling very virtuous indeed.
CHAPTER V
IRENE"S SONG
"Miss Davis gets home to-day," sang Tabitha under her breath, as she drew on her slippers that bright, hot morning. "Do you know that, Gloriana Holliday?"
"Haven"t I been counting every minute,--yes, every second for the past twenty-four hours?" laughed the second girl, letting down her luxuriant auburn mane and beginning to brush it vigorously. "But I had a horrible dream last night. I thought she sent us her wedding announcements, and we had to stay here all summer."
"False prophet! How dare you dream such a thing as that? Didn"t we have a letter from her just two days ago saying she would reach here on to-day"s train? And anyway, dreams always go by contraries, you know."
"It"s mighty lucky they do in this case," Gloriana replied seriously.
"But I woke in a cold sweat, the dream was so very real. I couldn"t help wondering if something _had_ delayed her so she wouldn"t reach here as soon as we had expected."
"What a pessimist you are!" cried Tabitha, eyeing her companion in surprise. "You are usually just the opposite. What is the matter with you to-day, Glory?"
"Oh, I just somehow feel it in my bones that something is going to happen----"
"To be sure! Miss Davis is coming home and relieve us of our job."
"Something disappointing, I mean.
"Well, you just get that feeling out of your bones right away!"
commanded Tabitha, thrusting the last pin into her shining, black hair and whisking into her big, kitchen ap.r.o.n. "You must have the rheumatism and that is bad for one"s health. One more meal after this, and--exit Tabitha Catt and Gloriana Holliday, housekeepers."
Gloriana laughed, as, with a comical flourish and backward courtesy, the black-haired girl disappeared through the door, but her gay spirits were contagious, and presently the younger maid joined her companion in the kitchen, singing softly:
""Maxwellton"s braes are bonnie Where early fa"s the dew, And "twas there that Annie Laurie Gave me her promise true.""
"There, that sounds better," Tabitha commented. "Really, I was beginning to get shivers of misgiving myself from your gloomy forebodings in the other room. What shall we have for dinner in honor of the occasion? Green peas, asparagus tips, French potatoes and caramel pudding? Or shall we invest in some strawberries at two bits a box and have shortcake for dessert?"
Merrily she skipped about the kitchen, making ready the simple breakfast for the hungry brood; and when that was out of the way, and the house swept and dusted, the two housekeepers began preparations for an elaborate dinner.
"To celebrate our release from bondage," laughed Gloriana, browning the sugar for a caramel pudding, while Tabitha carefully concocted her best layer cake. So busy were they that the morning flew by as on wings, and before either was aware of the hour, a shrill blast of a whistle proclaimed the approach of a locomotive.
"The train!" gasped Tabitha.
"And we haven"t tidied the children up or changed our own dresses,"
mourned Gloriana.
"I intended to meet Miss Davis at the station, to be sure she came here for dinner," wailed the other.
"It"s too late now to do that, but we can make the youngsters a little more presentable before the "bus comes up from the depot," suggested the younger girl.
"They certainly will need cleaning up by this time, I"ll admit. Call them, will you, please?"
Gloriana stepped to the door and yodelled shrilly, but there was no answering trill, save the echo thrown back by the mountain peaks.
"Decamped again!" sighed Tabitha impatiently. "Did you ever see a bunch of children who could do the disappearing act as quickly or as completely as the tribe of McKittrick? If you will watch these potatoes, I will go hunting. They were here only a few seconds ago, seems to me."
Briskly she circled the house. Not a chick nor a child was anywhere in evidence. Down to the boulder playhouse, up the trail to the summit, but nowhere were the children to be found. Tabitha became alarmed.
What mischief had Billiard led them into now? He had been perfectly angelic for twenty-four hours. It was time for another outbreak.
Shading her eyes with her hand, she anxiously surveyed the surrounding hillsides, the gray flat below, the dingy station house, and presently her sharp eyes espied a procession of lagging figures straggling down the steps from the depot platform.
"Can it be--" she began. "Yes, I do believe it is! Horrors! Whatever will Miss Davis say when she sees that bunch of dirty ragam.u.f.fins!
One, two, three, four--Billiard is lugging Janie pickaback, and Mercy and Toady have made a chair for Rosslyn. Yes, that is my family!"
She turned to go back to the house, but another thought had suddenly occurred to her. "Miss Davis! She"s not with them. Can it be she didn"t come? Was Gloriana right after all? She surely would not let the children plod home in the heat while she rode in the "bus. No, there are only eight people in that bunch and they are all children.