Joel looked down quickly at the big white bundle in the sling.
"There ain"t nothin"--" He was going to say, "the matter with my hand, Polly," when he saw some very red spots spreading quickly along its surface.
"Oh, now you"ve burst open the cut," cried Polly, forgetting herself, and turning quite white. "What shall we do, and Mamsie away!"
Little David, at that, burst into a loud cry, and Joel tried to say, "No, I haven"t," but looking very scared at Polly"s scream.
"Oh, I"ll fix it, Joe," she exclaimed in haste, though how she managed to get the words out she never knew. "Let me see, Mamsie would untie it if she were here, and put on court plaster. Now, David, you run over to Grandma"s and ask her to give us some more. She told us to come if we wanted it, and I"ll put on a fresh piece just as tight, oh, you can"t think!" Polly kept talking all the time, feeling that she should drop if she didn"t, and little David, forgetting all about the lump on his forehead, that now was most as big as an egg, ran off as fast as he could, and presently returned with the court plaster, waving it over his head.
Polly took off the b.l.o.o.d.y rag, setting her lips tightly together, until she saw Joel"s face again. Then she began quickly, "Oh, what a nice time you"re goin" to have at the bonfire, Joe!"
"Is there goin" to be a bonfire?" asked Peletiah, with more interest than he had hitherto shown.
"Yes," said Polly, "there is, Peletiah. Mr. Blodgett"s goin" to burn up all that rubbish left after he pulled down his cow-pen, you know."
"When"s he goin" to burn it?" continued Peletiah.
"This afternoon," said Polly. "Ben"s over there, and Joel"s goin", and David." All the while she was dabbing off the blood running out of the side where the court plaster slipped when the stage went over. Then she cut off another bit from the piece Grandma sent over, and quickly pasted it over the edge of the old piece.
"There now, Joey," she cried, "that"s as nice as can be! Now I"ll get you a fresh piece of cloth to tie it up in."
"I don"t want it tied up," cried Joel, wiggling his fingers; "they feel so good to be out, Polly."
"Oh, you must have "em tied up," cried Polly, decisively, running back with the cloth. "Hold your hand still, Joe; there now, says I, that"s all done!" She gave a great sigh of relief, when at last Joel"s arm was once more in its sling.
"I"m glad it"s all back again, Polly," said little David, viewing the white bundle with satisfaction.
"So am I, I declare," said Polly, folding her hands to rest a bit.
"I guess I"ll go to that bonfire," observed Peletiah. At the sound of his voice, Polly came to herself with a little gasp.
"Oh, I forgot all about you, Peletiah, and David"s head. I"ll see your shin first, "cause you"re company."
When Peletiah"s small trouser leg was pulled up, Polly saw with dismay a black and blue spot rapidly spreading. "O dear me," she cried, down on her knees, "what will dear Mrs. Henderson say?
and she"s so good to us!"
"And I didn"t want to go to Boxford, either," said Peletiah.
"Well, David, you must just run back and ask Grandma if we may have a little wormwood," said Polly. "I"d go, but I don"t like to leave you children alone," in distress as she saw Davie"s lump on his forehead, and his hot, tired face. "I"m sorry, for you"ve just been over."
"I"ll go," cried Joel, springing off, but Polly called him back.
"No, you can"t, Joe," she cried, "you"ll burst that cut open again, maybe. Davie must go. Tell Grandma one of the minister"s boys has got hurt."
So Davie ran over again, trying not to think how his head ached, and in he came in a few minutes with the bunch of wormwood dangling at his side.
"She said--Grandma did--pound it up and tie it on with a rag, if you haven"t got time to steep it," said Davie, relinquishing the bundle into Polly"s hand, "and to put some on my head, too," he added, feeling this to be a calamity as much worse as could be imagined than to have on the brown paper bits.
"So I will," declared Polly. "Oh, how good of Grandma! Boys, we must do ever and all we can for her, she"s so nice to us. Now I must pound this up, just as she said."
This operation was somewhat delayed by all three of the boys hanging over her and getting in the way. And Phronsie, who had been busy with Seraphina in the bedroom, now running out to add herself to the number, it was a little time before Peletiah"s small leg had the wet rag tied on.
"Well, now you"re done," said Polly, thankfully, "and you"d better run home, Peletiah, and tell your mother all about it, and how sorry we are."
"Yes," said Peletiah, slowly moving off, "I will, "cause she told me to come right back."
"Oh, Peletiah!" exclaimed Polly, in horror, "and you"ve been here all this time!"
"And I didn"t want to go to Boxford," said Peletiah, going off.
Pretty soon, back he came, just as Polly finished bathing Davie"s head. "I"ll take the dish," he said. "Mother said bring it back."
XIV
DEACON BLODGETT"S BONFIRE
But that afternoon it began to rain smartly, so n.o.body went to the bonfire after all. "P"r"aps," Polly had kept saying to herself, "all Mr. Atkins" sacks will be sewed up by the next time Mr. Blodgett tries to burn up his rubbish, and then I can go," but she didn"t speak a word to her mother, for then Mrs.
Pepper would find out how dreadfully disappointed Polly had been at the thought of not seeing the grand spectacle. So she worked on busily, expecting every day to hear Ben say, "Now we"re goin"
to set it off to-day," for he was at work pretty steadily now, for Farmer Blodgett. But he never did.
At last one day, Ben came home very late to supper, so late that Polly ran to the window ever so many times, exclaiming, "Bensie never was so late before." Phronsie had long been in bed, and the boys were anxiously looking up at the clock to see if it were anywhere near half-past seven, when Ben came in.
"Why, Ben Pepper!" exclaimed Polly, aghast, "whatever is the matter?"
"I should ask so, too," said Mother Pepper, "only I know Ben will tell when he is rested. Let him eat his supper, Polly, and don"t bother him with questions."
So Polly took off the clean towel that had covered Ben"s supper on the table, and hovered over him, watching every mouthful. But she didn"t say a word.
"You see," said Ben, when he had appeased his appet.i.te somewhat, and eating more slowly, "I really couldn"t help it, for the bonfire was such a big one."
"The bonfire?" screamed Polly. "What do you mean, Ben?"
"Why, Mr. Blodgett"s bonfire, to be sure," said Ben. "Whatever else could I mean, Polly?" leaning back to look over his shoulder at her.
"You haven"t gone and had that bonfire without telling us, Ben Pepper!" cried Polly, in amazement. "Oh, how could you do such a dreadful mean thing!" she added pa.s.sionately.
"Polly--Polly!" cried Mother Pepper, in dismay.
"Well, I don"t care," said Polly, recklessly, "it was perfectly awfully mean, Mamsie, to go and have that bonfire without telling us a single thing about it. Now we can"t one of us ever see it,"
she mourned.
"Better not judge Ben till you hear the reason, Polly," advised Mother Pepper, gravely. "I"ll warrant he had some good one."
"So I have," cried Ben, with a dreadful feeling at his heart that his comrade Polly blamed him. "Mr. Blodgett told me I mustn"t run home and tell you, though I begged him as hard as I could to let me."
"Then he is a very mean man," exploded Polly, with flashing eyes and a little red spot on either cheek.
"Take care, Polly," said Mrs. Pepper.