The evening of the 9th of April was cool but clear, and the farmer said, genially, "Well, Sue, prospects good for fine weather on your birthday. Glad of it; for I suppose you will want me to go to town with you for your present, whatever it is to be."
"You"ll own up a girl can keep a secret now, won"t you?"
"He"ll have to own more"n that," added his wife; "he must own that an ole woman hasn"t lost any sleep from curiosity."
"How much will be left me to own to-morrow night?" said the farmer, dubiously. "I suppose Sue wants a watch studded with diamonds, or a new house, or something else that she darsn"t speak of till the last minute, even to her mother."
"Nothing of the kind. I want only all your time tomorrow, and all Hiram"s time, after you have fed the stock."
"All our time!
"Yes, the entire day, in which you both are to do just what I wish. You are not going gallivanting to the city, but will have to work hard."
"Well, I"m beat! I don"t know what you want any more than I did at first."
"Yes, you do--your time and Hiram"s."
"Give it up. It"s hardly the season for a picnic. We might go fishing--"
"We must go to bed, so as to be up early, all hands."
"Oh, hold on, Sue; I do like this wood-fire. If it wouldn"t make you vain, I"d tell you how--"
"Pretty, father. Say it out."
"Oh, you know it, do you? Well, how pretty you look in the firelight.
Even mother, there, looks ten years younger. Keep your low seat, child, and let me look at you. So you"re eighteen? My! my! how the years roll around! It WILL be Bleak House for mother and me, in spite of the wood-fire, when you leave us."
"It won"t be Bleak House much longer," she replied with a significant little nod.
The next morning at an early hour the farmer said, "All ready, Sue. Our time is yours till night; so queen it over us." And black Hiram grinned acquiescence, thinking he was to have an easy time.
"Queen it, did you say?" cried Sue, in great spirits. "Well, then, I shall be queen of spades. Get "em, and come with me. Bring a pickaxe, too." She led the way to a point not far from the dwelling, and resumed: "A hole here, father, a hole there, Hiram, big enough for a small hemlock, and holes all along the northeast side of the house.
Then lots more holes, all over the lawn, for oaks, maples, dogwood, and all sorts to pretty trees, especially evergreens."
"Oh, ho!" cried the farmer; "now I see the hole where the woodchuck went in."
"But you don"t see the hole where he"s coming out. When that is dug, even the road will be lined with trees. Foolish old father! you thought I"d be carried away with city gewgaws, fine furniture, dresses, and all that sort of thing. You thought I"d be pining for what you couldn"t afford, what wouldn"t do you a particle of good, nor me either, in the long run. I"m going to make you set out trees enough to double the value of your place and take all the bleakness and bareness from this hillside. To-day is only the beginning. I did get some new notions in the city which made me discontented with my home, but they were not the notions you were worrying about. In the suburbs I saw that the most costly houses were made doubly attractive by trees and shrubbery, and I knew that trees would grow for us as well as for millionaires--My conscience! if there isn"t--" and the girl frowned and bit her lips.
"Is that one of the city beaux you were telling us about?" asked her father, sotto voce.
"Yes; but I don"t want any beaux around to-day. I didn"t think he"d be so persistent." Then, conscious that she was not dressed for company, but for work upon which she had set her heart, she advanced and gave Mr. Minturn a rather cool greeting.
But the persistent beau was equal to the occasion. He had endured Sue"s absence as long as he could, then had resolved on a long day"s siege, with a grand storming-onset late in the afternoon.
"Please, Miss Banning," he began, "don"t look askance at me for coming at this unearthly hour. I claim the sacred rites of hospitality. I"m an invalid. The doctor said I needed country air, or would have prescribed it if given a chance. You said I might come to see you some day, and by playing Paul Pry I found out, you remember, that this was your birthday, and--"
"And this is my father, Mr. Minturn."
Mr. Minturn shook the farmer"s hand with a cordiality calculated to awaken suspicions of his designs in a pump, had its handle been thus grasped. "Mr. Banning will forgive me for appearing with the lark," he continued volubly, determining to break the ice. "One can"t get the full benefit of a day in the country if he starts in the afternoon."
The farmer was polite, but nothing more. If there was one thing beyond all others with which he could dispense, it was a beau for Sue.
Sue gave her father a significant, disappointed glance, which meant, "I won"t get my present to day"; but he turned and said to Hiram, "Dig the hole right there, two feet across, eighteen inches deep." Then he started for the house. While not ready for suitors, his impulse to bestow hospitality was prompt.
The alert Mr. Minturn had observed the girl"s glance, and knew that the farmer had gone to prepare his wife for a guest. He determined not to remain unless a.s.sured of a welcome. "Come, Miss Banning," he said, "we are at least friends, and should be frank. How much misunderstanding and trouble would often be saved if people would just speak their thought! This is your birthday--YOUR DAY. It should not be marred by any one. It would distress me keenly if I were the one to spoil it. Why not believe me literally and have your way absolutely about this day? I could come another time. Now show that a country girl, at least, can speak her mind."
With an embarra.s.sed little laugh she answered, "I"m half inclined to take you at your word; but it would look so inhospitable."
"Bah for looks! The truth, please. By the way, though, you never looked better than in that trim blue walking-suit."
"Old outgrown working-suit, you mean. How sincere you are!"
"Indeed I am. Well, I"m de trop; that much is plain. You will let me come another day, won"t you?"
"Yes, and I"ll be frank too and tell you about THIS day. Father"s a busy man, and his spring work is beginning, but as my birthday-present he has given me all his time and all Hiram"s yonder. Well, I learned in the city how trees improved a home; and I had planned to spend this long day in setting out trees--planned it ever since my return. So you see--"
"Of course I see and approve," cried Minturn. "I know now why I had such a wild impulse to come out here to-day. Why, certainly. Just fancy me a city tramp looking for work, and not praying I won"t find it, either. I"ll work for my board. I know how to set out trees. I can prove it, for I planted those thrifty fellows growing about our house in town. Think how much more you"ll accomplish, with another man to help--one that you can order around to your heart"s content."
"The idea of my putting you to work!"
"A capital idea! and if a man doesn"t work when a woman puts him at it he isn"t worth the powder--I won"t waste time even in original remarks.
I"ll promise you there will be double the number of trees out by night.
Let me take your father"s spade and show you how I can dig. Is this the place? If I don"t catch up with Hiram, you may send the tramp back to the city." And before she could remonstrate, his coat was off and he at work.
Laughing, yet half in doubt, she watched him. The way he made the earth fly was surprising. "Oh, come," she said after a few moments, "you have shown your goodwill. A steam-engine could not keep it up at that rate."
"Perhaps not; but I can. Before you engage me, I wish you to know that I am equal to old Adam, and can dig."
"Engage you!" she thought with a little flutter of dismay. "I could manage him with the help of town conventionalities; but how will it be here? I suppose I can keep father and Hiram within earshot, and if he is so bent on--well, call it a lark, since he has referred to that previous bird, perhaps I might as well have a lark too, seeing it"s my birthday." Then she spoke. "Mr. Minturn!"
"I"m busy."
"But really--"
"And truly tell me, am I catching up with Hiram?"
"You"ll get down so deep that you"ll drop through if you"re not careful."
"There"s nothing like having a man who is steady working for you. Now, most fellows would stop and giggle at such little amusing remarks."
"You are soiling your trousers."
"Yes, you"re right. They ARE mine. There; isn"t that a regulation hole?
"Two feet across and eighteen deep.""
"Yah! yah!" cackled Hiram; "eighteen foot deep! Dat ud be a well."
"Of course it would, and truth would lie at its bottom. Can I stay, Miss Banning?"