Beebe, getting hold of Phronsie and lifting her to his knee.
Phronsie thrust out her little foot. "See," she cried gleefully, forgetting for a moment the big woman and the boy, "dear, nice Mr. Beebe, they"re all here." Then she poked out the other foot.
"I b.u.t.toned "em up all myself."
"No?" cried Mr. Beebe, greatly delighted; "well, now, when those are worn out, you come and see me again, will you?"
"They aren"t ever going to be worn out," said Phronsie, positively, and shaking her head.
"Hoh, hoh!" laughed Ab"m, suddenly finding his tongue, "your shoes ain"t never goin" to wear out! Ma, did you hear her?"
Phronsie started and hid her face on Mr. Beebe"s fat shoulder.
Polly hurried to her side.
"Be still!" cried his mother; "hain"t you no manners, an"
they"re company? Ab"m Bennett, I"m ashamed of ye." With that she leaned over and gave him a box on the ear.
It was perfectly dreadful, and Polly had all she could do to keep from bursting out crying. And what they would have done, no one knows, if Mrs. Beebe hadn"t said, "Won"t you all walk out into the parlor an" set down to the table? Come, Pa, you lead with Phronsie."
"Ab"m oughter," said his mother; "that"s style, seein" th"
party"s fer his birthday."
"Well, you go first then, Marinthy," said old Mr. Beebe, dryly, "with him, an" Phronsie an" I"ll foller on. Now then, my dear."
He set her on the floor, and bent his old white head down to smile into her face rea.s.suringly, while her trembling fingers held his hand fast.
"Polly," said little David, as they brought up the rear of the procession, "I am so very much afraid of that boy."
"The party will soon be through," said Polly, encouragingly.
"I"m so glad that Joel isn"t here, for he"d say something, I"m afraid, if Ab"m scares Phronsie again," and she gave a sigh of relief.
Oh, the table! There were doughnuts, sure enough, as Mrs.
Marinthy had said, "The biggest I ever see, and the sugariest."
No wonder good Mrs. Beebe got up at four o"clock to make them!
And a great dish of pink and white sticks and cunning little biscuits with real b.u.t.ter on them, and a cake, with little round candies sprinkled all over the top. Was there ever such a beautiful birthday party!
Phronsie, clinging to good Mr. Beebe"s hand, thought not, and her glances wandered all up and down in delight, to bring her eyes at last up to Polly"s brown ones, when her little face broke into a happy smile. Ab"m was so intent on choosing which of the pink and white sticks he should pick for, that he could think of nothing else, so Mrs. Beebe got them all seated without any further trouble. Old Mr. Beebe was just saying, "Now, if Joel was only here, we"d be all right," when the shop door opened suddenly, and into the little parlor ran Joel, very red in the face.
"Now that"s nice enough," cried Mrs. Beebe, getting out of her chair, her pink cap-ribbons all in a flutter, while old Mr. Beebe exclaimed, with a beaming face, "Well, I declare! ef I ain"t glad to see you. Set right down by me."
"No, he"ll set here, Pa," said Mrs. Beebe, pushing up the chair next to Ab"m; "there"s more room this side." So Joel marched up and got into his seat.
"An" so you thought you"d come," said Mr. Beebe, with a jolly little laugh. "Now we"ll have fine times, won"t we, Phronsie?"
patting her hand. "How"d you git here?"
"I walked," said Joel, who couldn"t for his life keep his eyes from the doughnuts, ""cept when I met a man with a load of hay.
An" he was so slow I got down again, for I was afraid I"d miss the party."
"Hee, hee, hee!" chuckled Mr. Beebe; "well, wife, do give Joel a doughnut; he must be tired, a-comin" so far."
"Oh, thank you," cried Joel, thrusting out his hand eagerly.
""Tain"t style, where I come from out West, to help the doughnuts first, an" specially when that boy"s just come," said Mrs. Marinthy, with a great air.
Joel dropped his doughnut to his plate as if it had been a hot cake, and leaned over to fasten his black eyes on her big face.
"Well, pa.s.s the biscuits, do, then," said old Mr. Beebe, good-naturedly; "let"s get somethin" a-goin", Ma." So the little biscuits were pa.s.sed, but Joel did not take one; he still sat regarding Ab"m"s mother.
"Ma, Ma," said Ab"m in a loud whisper, and twitching her elbow, "this strange boy"s a-lookin" at you all the time. Make him stop, do."
At this Phronsie gave a little cry. "Don"t let "em hurt Joey,"
she gasped, turning to Mr. Beebe.
"There shan"t nothin" hurt Joel, don"t you be afraid," he whispered back.
"Hoh, hoh!" cried Ab"m, pointing a big fat finger at her, that might have been cleaner; "hear her now. An" she said her shoes warn"t never goin" to wear out. Hoh, hoh!"
"You let our Phronsie alone," screamed Joel, tearing his black eyes off from Mrs. Marinthy"s face to fasten them on her son.
"Ow! he pinched me," roared Ab"m, edging suddenly off to his mother.
"I didn"t," cried Joel, stoutly; "I did"t touch him a single bit!
But he shan"t scare Phronsie, or I"ll pitch into him. Yes, sir-ree!"
"Joel!" cried Polly, in great distress, across the table.
"Well, he shan"t scare Phronsie," cried Joel, "this boy shan"t, or I will pitch into him," and his black eyes blazed, and he doubled up his little brown fists.
"Joel," commanded Polly, "do you stop, this very minute," and, "Oh, sir!" looking up at Mr. Beebe, and, "Oh, marm!" and her brown eyes were fixed imploringly on Mrs. Beebe"s round countenance, "I do feel so ashamed, and Mamsie will be so sorry.
But please will you let us go home?" And poor Polly could say no more.
"An" I sh"d think you"d better go home," said Ab"m"s mother, with asperity; "a-comin" to a birthday party and abusin" the boy it"s give for. I never see th" like. An" to think how I driv"
you clear over here, an" that horse most runnin" away all the time."
Polly got out of her chair and sorrowfully went up to Joel.
"We"ll sit out in the shop, if you please, dear Mr. and Mrs.
Beebe, till you get through the party. And then, if you please, we"d like to go home." Joel"s head dropped, and his little brown fists fell down. "I"m sorry," he mumbled.
Mrs. Beebe picked off the biggest pink stick from the pile on the dish and slid it on Joel"s plate. "Eat that," she whispered.
"Ab"m"s goin" home in a week, an" then, says I, you shall come over an" visit with me." And Mr. Beebe looked over at him and nodded his white head, and Joel was quite sure he winked pleasantly at him. But the pink stick and doughnut lay quite untouched on his plate, and after a time, Polly having crept back to her seat, the biscuits had been pa.s.sed around again, and the grand cake with the candies on top had been cut, the pink and white sticks were divided, and the doughnuts went up and down the table, and lo and behold! the party was over.
"I"ve had a birthday party," said Ab"m, with great satisfaction, sliding out of his chair with a black look for Joel, and stuffing what he couldn"t eat into his pocket.
"You come with me," said Mrs. Beebe to Joel, "and let the others go back into the shop." So he followed her into a little entry, and out of that opened a cupboard.
"Now there"s a paper bag up on that shelf," said Mrs. Beebe.
"You can climb up and git it; that"s right. Now, says I." She waddled back to the supper table. "Come here, Joel, my boy, and hold it open there and there." In went the biggest doughnuts that were left, some little biscuits, several pieces of the fine cake, and last of all, three or four pink and white sticks.
"You tell your Ma," said Mrs. Beebe, speaking very soft, "that Mr. Beebe an" me thinks a sight o" you, an" that you"re a-comin"
out here to spend the day just as soon as Ab"m goes. Now remember."
"Yes"m, I will," said Joel, twisting up his bag. "An" I"ll come, Mrs. Beebe, if Mamsie"ll let me."