She gathered up her dust cloths and broom, and Hortense went reluctantly with her.
"Do show me the attic, Mary," Hortense pleaded.
"Not to-day," said Mary firmly. "You"d be seeing things in the corners.
I never saw your like!"
So for the rest of the morning, Mary dusted other rooms in which all the furniture seemed dead or asleep and, therefore, quite uninteresting.
After luncheon, however, Hortense asked Grandfather to tell her about the knife with the crinkly blade.
"That," said Grandfather, "is a Malay kris, such as the pirates in the East Indies carry. An old sea captain gave it to me. It once belonged to a Malay pirate. When he was captured, my friend secured it and gave it to me in return for a service I did for him."
"It looks as though it could tell terrible stories," said Hortense.
"No doubt it would if it could talk," said Grandfather. "It is very old and doubtless has been in a hundred fights and killed men."
"You wouldn"t let me carry it?" Hortense asked.
"Gracious no," said Grandfather. "It is dangerous. What made you think of such a thing?"
What Hortense thought was that it would be a very nice and handy weapon to hunt the cat with at night, but she couldn"t tell Grandfather that; so she said nothing.
"It"s a nice afternoon," said Grandfather, "and little girls should be out-of-doors. Run out and see the barn and the orchard."
Hortense did as she was told, wandering about the yard, exploring the loft of the barn, and the orchard. At last she came back to the house, for this interested her more than anything else.
There were many bushes and shrubs planted close to the walls, forming fine secret corners in which to hide and look unseen upon the world without. Hortense hid a while in each of them, wishing she had some one with whom to play hide and seek.
She found one bush which was particularly inviting, for it was beside an open window of the bas.e.m.e.nt. She looked in and was surprised to see that the window opened not into the bas.e.m.e.nt but into a wooden box or chute that sloped steeply, and then dropped out of sight into the gloom below.
Hortense peered in as far as she could and as she did so, much to her surprise, a head appeared in the darkness where the wooden box dropped out of sight.
It was the head of a dirty little boy. As she stared at it, she recognized the little boy who had turned handsprings in the yard next door as she and Uncle Jonah had driven by yesterday.
"h.e.l.lo," said Hortense.
"h.e.l.lo," said the boy. "Help me out. I slipped."
He endeavored to lift himself to the chute whose edge came to his chin, but it was too slippery and he could not. Hortense stretched out her arm to help him, but the distance was too great.
"However did you get there?" Hortense asked.
"I wanted to see where it went," said the boy, "but once I got in I slipped and fell to the bottom."
"Where does it go?" Hortense asked.
"Only to the furnace," said the boy in disgust.
"Oh," said Hortense. "I thought it might go to a secret room or something."
"Can"t you get a rope?" the boy asked.
Hortense considered.
"I couldn"t pull you out if I did. I"ll have to get Uncle Jonah."
"He"ll lick me," said the boy.
"Oh, I know," said Hortense. "We"ll play you"re a prisoner in a dungeon, and every day I"ll bring you things to eat."
But the boy didn"t seem to like this idea.
"I want to get out," he said, and disappeared.
"I believe there"s some sort of a door at the bottom," he said at last, reappearing, "but it opens from the other side. Couldn"t you get into the cellar and open it?"
"Aunt Esmerelda might see me and ask what I was doing," she answered.
"Maybe I can get by when she isn"t looking. You wait."
"I"ll wait all right," said the boy. "Don"t you be too long. It"s dark in here."
"The dark won"t hurt you," said Hortense, but to this the boy only snorted by way of reply.
Hortense peeped cautiously into the kitchen. Aunt Esmerelda was seated in her chair, fast asleep.
"What luck," thought Hortense, and she tiptoed across the kitchen to the cellar door. She opened it very carefully, shut it again without noise, and crept down the stairs.
The bas.e.m.e.nt was dark, but soon Hortense began to see her way and walked to the furnace. At the back of it was the wooden chute that led to the window above.
She knocked gently upon it.
"Are you in there?" she asked.
"Yes," said a m.u.f.fled voice.
Hortense looked for the door of which the boy had spoken and at last found a panel which slid in grooves. She pulled at this but succeeded in raising it only a couple of inches.
"It"s stuck," said Hortense.
"I can help," said the boy, slipping his fingers through the opening.
He and Hortense pulled and tugged and at last succeeded in raising the panel about a foot. They couldn"t budge it an inch further.
"I guess I can squeeze through," said the boy.
Sc.r.a.ping sounds came from the box, and the noise of heels on the wooden sides. The boy"s head appeared and then an arm. Hortense seized the arm and pulled.
At last a very dusty, grimy boy wriggled through and, rising gasping to his feet, dusted his clothes.