It was Sat.u.r.day and a busy time for the housekeeper. She had neither leisure nor inclination to argue with a fretful patient, so went away and left him to himself. But she found his desire for Katharine"s society an excellent thing. As she had said of Deacon Meakin, "it kep"
her out of mischief" to act as nurse to the injured farmer, and he now delighted in her. The stories of her old life in the Southern city were almost like the fairy-tales she retold from printed books; and her little provincialisms of speech amused him as much as his country dialect did her. She had soon dropped into the habit of taking his meal-trays to him and strictly enforced his eating a "right smart" of all the nourishments provided.
At noon of this Sat.u.r.day she was perched upon the edge of his cot, daintily feeding him with bits of food she had cut up, when there was a clatter of feet upon the stairs, and, breathless as usual, Montgomery rushed in, announcing, without even a nod to Moses:
"I-it-it"s true! Mis" Turner"s seen it in her w-w-wood-shed! Widow Sprigg wasn"t m-m-mis-took!"
"Say "mistaken," Montgomery Sturtevant, and say it slow," corrected Katharine, severely, yet immediately turning an inquiring look toward Uncle Moses. Thus far her efforts to improve her playmate"s speech had been a safe secret between the two. They hoped to keep it such until the lad could speak a "whole piece" without stammering.
But the hired man had not observed her remark, or, if he had, probably considered it but one of her naturally dictatorial sort.
"A reg"lar tramp, Monty?" he asked, eagerly.
"R-r-r-regular. Mis" Turner"d put her p-p-pies out to cool on the wood-shed r-r-roof an" they was six seven of "em, an", sir, w-w-w-when she went t-t-t-to take "em in one was g-one! Yes, sir! An" she seen somethin" b-b-b-lack scooting cross lots, l-l-li-lic-lick--ety c-c-c-ut!"
"Monty, if I were you, I wouldn"t try to say "lickety-cut," till--"
again reproved the girl-teacher, still forgetful of secrecy. And again Mr. Jones ignored her, asking the boy:
"Where was Bob, son of Mrs. Turner, about that time?"
"F-f-fudge! I don"t know. Somewhere"s r-r-round, m-maybe. But it wasn"t him. "Twas a b-b-bigger, b-b-be-beard-d-er feller"n him."
"You said "six seven" pies. If she didn"t know how many she made how"d she know she lost any?"
"Well, sir! An" there was old Mr. Witherspoon, d-dr-driv-in" down mountain with a load o" c-c-carrots, he--he seen him cr-cr-cross--in"
Perkins"s corn-field an" he t-thought "twas a sc-sc-scarecrow, till it walked. Sc-sc-sc-scarecrows couldn"t do that he kn-kn-knew, an"--"
Although Eunice had done her utmost to keep the story of the bra.s.s bound box a secret from even her own household, it was inevitable that knowledge of it should come to the ears of the sick man, since it was the chief interest of the many neighbors who called to see him. Yet all he could gain from his callers was the vague suspicion each entertained. He meant now to get at the facts of the case. Montgomery had spread the tale, but had strangely kept silence with him, his old chum. Montgomery should speak now, or Moses would know the reason why; and if he still declined to explain matters he should be punished by being left out of the next fishing-party Uncle Mose would organize--if he ever fished again! He interrupted, saying:
"Never mind Witherspoon an" the carrots, Monty. Nor tramps, nuther.
Sence I ain"t constable, to do it myself, I hope the poor creatur" won"t get "rested. Don"t know where"d he be stowed, anyway, in this benighted Marsden, where there ain"t neither a jail nor a touch to one. What I want to know is: What did you find in Eunice"s woods?"
Monty did some rapid thinking, the question had been a surprise, but he answered, promptly:
"N-n-not-nothing."
"Montgomery Sturtevant! How dare you? An" I will say that"s the first lie I ever heard you tell. You"re bad enough, oh, you"re as bad as you need to be, but--a liar! Whew!"
The lad sprang to his feet, furious. His hands clenched, and it was well that his accuser was a disabled old man, else the "hot blood of the Sturtevants" might have driven their young descendant to do desperate deeds. As it was, he choked, glared, and finally stammered:
"I-if you was a boy, an" not old l-li-like you are, I"d make you t-t-take that back, or--k-k-kill you! It"s the tr-tr-truth! I don"t lie!
Do I, K-K-Katharine?"
The girl had never seen anybody so angry. Her own temper was quick enough, but its outbursts short-lived, and she certainly had never had the least desire to "kill" anybody. Montgomery looked as if he meant it, and in distress she threw herself upon him forcibly, unclasped his clenched fingers, and begged:
"Don"t say that, Monty! Oh, don"t say such dreadful things!" Then faced around toward the cot, declaring: "He didn"t "lie," Uncle Moses. It"s true. He didn"t find--"
Oh, she had almost betrayed herself in her eagerness to defend her friend.
"Didn"t find what, "Kitty Keehoty"? An" if you didn"t yourself, lad, why, you was along at the time. How else--But I"m sorry I used that hateful word. I don"t blame you for your s.p.u.n.k. I"d knock a feller down "at called me "liar" to my face, even now, old an" bedrid" as I be. I take it back an" call it square--if you will. But tell the hull business now, to your poor old fishin" teacher, an" let"s be done with mysteries.
Eunice, she"s as mum as an oyster; an" Susanna, she talks a lot of explaining yet don"t explain nothin". What"s all about, anyway, that"s set Marsden crazy? Why, one man come to see me, was tellin" of searchin"-parties ransackin" our woods, prospectin", or somethin". D"ye ever hear such impudence? Why, if I was constable, I"d arrest every man-jack of "em that"s dared to put pickaxe or spade in our ground! I"d have the law on "em, neighbor or no neighbor. Well, they won"t find a thing. "Cept maybe a few chestnuts or such. As for gold--Hm-m! But somethin" was found--what was it, Monty?"
The lad"s anger was ebbing, but he was still in an unfriendly mood.
Besides, he remembered the promise he had made to Aunt Eunice,--broken beforehand,--and resolved that he would keep silence now, even if the harm were already done. So he closed his lips very tightly, and looked steadily out of the window. Katharine followed this good example, and the pair seemed wholly absorbed--in nothing at all.
"Can"t you speak? Are you both struck dumb all to oncet? Is that the manners you think"s polite?" demanded Mr. Jones, testily.
Then Monty spoke. "Gr-gram-ma sent me to ask how you w-w-were. I"ll go an" tell her."
"Won"t you stay and play? And, oh, let me tell you. Mr. Deacon Meakin is cleaning up the barn just splendidly, and it will be all ready for--you know what!" cried Katy, excitedly, and forgetful of the keen ears of the man on the cot. She was reminded of them, however, when he again demanded:
"What"s that? What"ll the barn be ready for? I want you young ones to understand there"s to be no monkey shines of any sort whilst I"m laid up. An" you"re a sa.s.sy pair, the two of ye!"
"I don"t mean to be saucy, but you make me. And I guess you must be getting well very fast, "cause widow says that being cross is a good sign--and I"m sure you"re perfectly horrid, so there!" cried Kate, pertly, and seizing Monty"s hand hurried him down the stairs.
She had no sooner reached the bottom of them than she regretted her impertinence, and would have returned to apologize, had not Aunt Eunice just then appeared in the doorway, wearing her street things, while Deacon Meakin was also bringing the top-buggy around from the carriage-house. Katharine loved driving, of which luxury she had had very little; and the few times she had been out with Miss Maitland since her arrival at The Maples had been her happiest hours. The whole countryside was rich in autumn coloring, and through her artist father the child had learned to "see things." She was continually surprising all around her by finding such a store of beauty in every simple thing.
A yellow or scarlet leaf was far more than that to her; it was a picture of varying tints and shades, which she would study with keenest interest. She had pointed out to Aunt Eunice, upon that last drive up-mountain, at least twenty-five tones of green, and had seized the reins suddenly to stop old Dobbin that she might gaze her full upon a decrepit cedar-tree robed and garlanded with scarlet woodbine. Marsden village might seem dull to her after her city life, but nature more than compensated; so that now her fear was not that she must stay, but that her guardian--perforce--would tire of her.
"Oh, aunty! May I go?"
"No, Katharine, not to-day. I am going to visit an old friend, who is very ill. I do not know when I shall be back, but be a good girl and do whatever Susanna tells you. Good-by. Good-by, Montgomery. Please give my love to your grandmother, and thank her for sending to inquire after Moses."
Then the lady stepped into the buggy, the deacon chirruped to Dobbin, and they rode away. At the same moment came a shrill whistle from the street, and Monty ran to the gate. Bob Turner and a lot of boys were waiting near, rods over their shoulders and fish-hooks in their pockets, intent upon a Sat.u.r.day half-holiday at their favorite sport. Besides their tackle they had great sacks of burlap, or canvas, because when they had caught all the fish in the river they expected to gather all the chestnuts in the woods. In any case, they were bound for a good time, and Montgomery did not hesitate in joining them. He delayed just long enough to go into the house and secure Moses" oldest line and rod, catch up a basket for nuts, and was off, leaving a very lonely girl standing on the path and wishing most earnestly that she had been born a boy so she, too, might do things worth while. She had already heard so much about the delightful art of angling that she longed to try it for herself; but with Uncle Moses helpless, and Monty--so mean!--He might have taken her. He might have stayed and talked over their secret scheme, which Deacon Meakin was unconsciously furthering by his ultra tidiness. He might, at least, have promised to bring her some chestnuts.
But he had done none of these thoughtful things. He had been just plain--boy! Girls? Were there any she might visit uninvited? Aunt Eunice was very particular about that. She had explained that the Turner girls, Sophronia Walker, and even the Clackett sisters, Mercy and Lucinda, had many household duties to perform. Especially on Sat.u.r.days were their services in demand, since at this time of year there was pickling and preserving, soap-making and carpet-weaving; even among the more thrifty households "butchering and packing." Most families deferred the latter operation until much colder weather, but, as Susanna expressed it, "there"s some in Marsden township "at if they knowed they was to be hung "d want it done the day afore, they"re so forehanded." Even the widow herself, Katharine fancied, leaned a little toward this "forehandedness," since she made fruit-cake six months before it was to be eaten; and on that memorable night of the storm had actually produced for each child a piece of the same sort of cake, meltingly luscious and moist in one"s mouth, with the statement that it had been baked just seven years before. And when Katharine had exclaimed in amazement, had replied:
"My suz! That"s nothin" to what some keeps it. Mis" Turner, she"s got part her weddin" loaf yet, an" she"s been married more years "an I can exactly recollect; while her own mother has some "at"s twenty-five years old. Fact. Hers is gettin" ruther dry, but it"s always been kep" in a stone crock in a tin case an" only opened a-Thanksgiving time, when everybody in the hull connection is to dinner, and is give a tiny bit for remembrance" sake."
Thinking over her guardian"s information, there seemed to be no house where the young folks would have leisure for company, and the home prospect was rather lonely.
"Oh, for even a little s...o...b..ll to play with! Uncle Moses--I was rude to him, but he"s so cross I can"t go back and be shut up with him this beautiful afternoon. If I go just to say that I"m sorry he"ll make me tell him a lot of stories to prove my sorrow. That"s one of his ways.
The Widow Sprigg is sufficient unto herself and her scrubbing--of a Sat.u.r.day. I"ve found that out. Deacon Meakin isn"t at the barn and I might go there, but he"s spoiled the barn for me. I feel just as if I was in somebody"s parlor, some Marsden body"s parlor, that"s so much in order it makes everybody who goes into it as stiff as itself. I"ve found that out, too, going calling with Aunt Eunice. I wish--"
Susanna suddenly called out to the girl sitting upon the porch step and thus ruefully communing with herself:
"Ka-ty! Katharine!"
"Yes, Widow Sprigg! Here I am--coming. What is it? Something to do?"
"Well, I should say "twas somethin" to do! Here"s that wild-headed Monty took an" scampered off just as I was takin" this batch of punkin pies out the oven. Eunice wants me to send a couple of "em to Madam, an" this currant-jell-roll. I laid out to add a loaf of brown bread an" a pat of b.u.t.ter, "cause, say what they will, an" let Madam Sturtevant be as good b.u.t.ter maker as they claim, I "low old Whitey"s milk can"t hold to richness alongside our young Alderneys; an" besides, can"t be much milk left for b.u.t.ter after Monty an" Alfy"s drunk their fill. "Tain"t much besides milk they do get, nuther, "cept what we send "em. Well, it"s most like two families bein" one the way Eunice she feels. I wonder, could you be trusted to carry the things to the Mansion?"
"Could I not?" cried Katharine, gaily, skipping about the kitchen in her fanciful way at this prospect of a change. "And I"d go that cross-fields road Monty showed me. Over the meadows amongst the goldenrod, past the stone walls where the woodbine and clematis run over each other trying to make the old gray rocks beautiful. There"s a corn-field down beside the river so like a picture papa painted that I can almost see his dear hand holding the brush. And the forest is like a great palette set full of reds and blues and greens and yellows, out of G.o.d"s own color-box.
Oh, it"s such a glorious old world, Susanna, and I"m so glad, so glad to be alive!"
The widow put her arms akimbo and looked at Katharine over her spectacles, as she might have studied some new and rather formidable insect. Then she remarked:
"My suz! you didn"t look none too peart when I first called ye. If I"d had an opinion to give I should ha" give it that you was down in the mouth. Well, never mind. You"re a funny child, but I guess you"ll make some kind of woman if you live long enough. Hand me down that basket from the second pantry shelf, whilst I wrop that jell-roll in a napkin.
Take notice of the basket. Eunice, she had it made to the basket-maker"s up-mountain. She"s dreadful good to the basket-makers, Eunice is."
"Widow Sprigg, I think she"s "dreadful good" to everybody--to everybody lives. Yet she looks so sort of stern and dignified sometimes I feel afraid of her. But it is a curious basket, truly. What--"