"No," said Polly, with a little laugh, "I s"pose I shouldn"t, Davie." O dear me, she thought, I ought not to laugh when Joel"s in there all alone in the provision room. "Well, now we"re all ready. I"m just going to peek and see if he"s all right. You stay here, Davie."
With that she hopped off down the little steps to look through the big crack in the old door of the provision room.
"Why--where--" she started back and rubbed her eyes, and stared again. "Oh! Davie," she screamed. Then she clapped her hands over her mouth. "It never"d do to scare him," she said. And she opened the provision room door and rushed in. The old stool stood in the middle of the floor, but there was no Joel to be seen.
Polly ran here and there. "Joel--_Joel_!" she cried, peering into every corner, and looking into the potato bag and behind some boxes that the storekeeper had given the boys to make things out of, and that were kept as great treasures. "O dear me, what shall I do? I must tell Davie now, so he can help me find him--" when she heard a funny noise, and rushing outside, she heard Joel say, "Don"t come, Polly, he"s "most dead."
Polly gave a gasp, and bounded to his side, as Joel flopped around on the ground, his back toward her, his black eyes fastened on something doubled up in his fists.
"O dear me, Joel, what is it?" cried Polly, bending over him.
"Ow--go way!" roared Joel, twisting worse than ever, and squeezing his brown hands together tightly; "he"ll get away, maybe, and bite you."
"Oh, he"ll bite you, Joe," cried Polly, in great alarm. "O dear me, let me see what it is! I can help, Joel, I can help."
She flung herself down on the ground close to his side. Just then out rushed Davie from the provision room.
"Keep him away, keep him away," screamed Joel, trying to turn his back on both of them. But Polly caught sight of a dangling thing hanging from his clenched hands.
"Oh, Joel!" She gave one scream, "It"s a snake!"
"I know it," said Joel, trying to twitch back again; "it"s an ugly mean old adder, Polly, but he"s most dead. I"ve squeezed his neck."
"Let me see him," cried Polly. "Turn around, Joel. I"ll help you.
O dear me!" as Joel whirled back, the long body of the snake flopping from one side to the other. "If he"d keep still, I could cut off his tail high up. I"ll go and get the hatchet--"
and she ran off.
"Hoh! you needn"t," cried Joel after her, in great dudgeon, and giving a final wrench. "There, I"ve deaded him; see, Polly--see, Dave!" and he held the snake up triumphantly.
"A snake!" screamed Davie, tumbling over backward on the gra.s.s.
"O dear me, it"s a snake, Polly!" and he huddled up his feet and tucked them under him.
"Ain"t he big?" cried Joel, swinging the long dangling body at Davie as Polly ran back.
"Don"t scare him, Joel," she cried. "O goodness me! What a big one, and a gray adder, too. Oh, Joel, are you sure he didn"t bite you anywhere? Do throw him down and let me see," she begged anxiously. But Joel swung the snake back and forth. "Hoh, I guess not!" he said scornfully, "not a single snip, Polly. Ain"t he big! I killed him all alone by myself."
"Yes--yes, but do put him down, Joel," she begged, "and let me see if you"re all right."
So Joel at last set his snake on the ground, and straightened out his tail; then he commenced to run all around him. "Ain"t he a buster, Polly!" he cried, his eyes shining.
Polly looked at him reprovingly out of her brown eyes. "Mamsie wouldn"t like you to say that word," she began. "But you won"t again, I know," seeing his face.
"No," said Joel, brightening up, "I won"t, Polly. But ain"t he big! You couldn"t a-killed him, Dave," he cried at little Davie tucking up his toes under him on the gra.s.s.
"No," said Davie. "O dear me, he may be alive and bite us all now."
"Hoh!" exclaimed Joel, "he"s just as dead as anything. See!" and he twitched up the long gray snake by the tip of the tail and swung it over his head.
"Oh, don"t, Joe!" begged Polly, running over to put her arms around David, who burrowed into them as far as he could. "Do put him down, and come and tell us how you killed him. There, let"s all sit down on the doorstep. Come, boys."
"I"m going to hold my snake," announced Joel, stopping the swing in mid-air to pat the adder"s head lovingly. "Ain"t he sweet, Polly?"
Davie shivered and turned his eyes away.
"No, you must not hold him," said Polly, decisively. "If you do, you can"t sit on the step beside us."
"Then I won"t hold him," said Joel, running up to them, "but I"ll have him close to me," and he laid the snake by the side of the doorstep. "I"m going to sit here by you, Polly."
Little Davie thrust up his head and looked fearfully around Polly.
"You can"t have that snake here, Joel," announced Polly, in her most determined tone. "Put him off on the gra.s.s in the orchard,"
as the one scraggy apple tree was called. "Now hurry, like a good boy, and then come and tell us how you killed him."
"I can"t see him good, "way off there," grumbled Joel, and picking up his snake he dragged him through the gra.s.s. "Just a little bit nearer," he pleaded.
"Not a single bit of an inch nearer, Joel Pepper," said Polly, firmly. So Joel laid the snake down and ran back and sat down on the end of the step by Polly.
"Now begin," said Polly.
"Well, I was sittin" on the old stool," said Joel, his chubby face getting very red, "when I heard a scrunchin" an" a swishin", an" I thought "twas you, Polly, so I didn"t look round."
"No," said Polly, with a little shiver, "it wasn"t me. Go on, Joey."
"Well, it scrunched an" it swished, and it didn"t stop, so then I looked around."
"O dear me!" exclaimed Polly, throwing one arm around Joel, and drawing him to her. Little Davie sat up quite straight and folded his hands.
"And he was sticking up his head behind the potato bag, looking at me just like this." Joel flew off the doorstep and stood up as tall as possible and ran out his tongue.
Little Davie gave a loud scream. "Oh, you brave Joel!" exclaimed Polly, tumbling off from the doorstep to throw her arms around him, and kiss his stubby black hair.
"Phoo! that"s nothing!" cried Joel, who always hated to be praised.
"And I"m just as proud of you as I can be," Polly ran on with kindling eyes. "Oh, Joel!"
Joel wriggled all over with delight at that "Oh, Joel!"
"And now come back and tell us the rest," said Polly, hanging to his brown hand. "Go on, Joel," as they sat down again on the doorstep.
"Well, he looked at me, and I looked at him," said Joel, "and then I said "Squish!" and he bobbed down his head, just a minute, and I jumped and I grabbed him by the neck, and that"s all, Polly." And Joel gave a long stretch.
But Polly had her arms around his neck. "Oh, you brave, brave Joel," she cried. "Mamsie"ll be so proud of you! Think what she"ll say when she comes home!"
II
WHAT DAVE HEARD