Pen heard it all, as they had intended he should. He stopped in the aisle and faced them. The grief and despair that he had felt outside when his own comrades had ignored him, gave place now to a sudden blazing up of the old wrath. He did not raise his voice; but every word he spoke was alive with anger.
"You cowardly puppies! You talk about the flag! The only flag you"re fit to live under is the black flag, with skull and cross-bones on it."
Then he turned on his heel and marched up the aisle to where Miss Grey was seated at her desk. He took Colonel Butler"s letter from his pocket and handed it to her.
"My grandfather," he said, "wishes me to give you this letter."
She looked up at him with a grieved and troubled face.
"Oh, Pen!" she exclaimed, despairingly, "what have you done, and why did you do it?"
She was fond of the boy. He was her brightest and most gentlemanly pupil. On only one or two other occasions, during the years of her authority, had she found it necessary to reprimand him for giving way to sudden fits of pa.s.sion leading to infraction of her rules. So that it was with deep and real sorrow that she deplored his recent conduct and his present position.
"I don"t know," he answered her. "I guess my temper got the best of me, that"s all."
"But, Pen, I don"t know what to do. I"m simply at my wit"s end."
"I"m sorry to have given you so much trouble, Miss Grey," he replied.
"But when it comes to punishing me, I think the letter will help you out."
The bell had stopped ringing. The boys and girls had crowded in and were already seated, awaiting the opening of school. Pen turned away from his teacher and started down the aisle toward his seat, facing his fellow-pupils as he went.
And then something happened; something unusual and terrible; something so terrible that Pen"s face went pale, he paused a moment and looked ahead of him as though in doubt whether his ears had deceived him, and then he dropped weakly into his seat. They had hissed him. From a far corner of the room came the first sibilant sound, followed at once by a chorus of hisses that struck straight to the boy"s heart, and echoed through his mind for years.
Miss Grey sprang to her feet. For the first time in all the years she had taught them her pupils saw her fired with anger. She brought her gavel down on the table with a bang.
"This is disgraceful!" she exclaimed. "We are in a school-room, not in a goose-pond, nor in a den of snakes. I want every one who has hissed to remain here when school closes at noon."
But it was not until after the opening exercises had been concluded, and the younger children had gone out to the room of the a.s.sistant teacher, that she found an opportunity to read Colonel Butler"s letter. It did help her out, as Pen had said it would. She resolved to act immediately upon the request contained in it, before calling any cla.s.ses. She rose in her place.
"I have an unpleasant duty to perform," she said. "I hoped, when I gave you boys permission to have the s...o...b..ll fight, that it would result in permanent peace among you. It has, apparently, served only to embitter you more deeply against each other. The school colors have been removed from the building without authority. With those guilty of this offense I shall deal hereafter. The flag has been abused and thrown into the slush of the street. As to this I shall not now decide whose was the greater fault. But one, at least, of those concerned in such treatment of our colors has realized the seriousness of his misconduct, and desires to apologize for it, to his teacher, to his country, to his flag, and to the one who was carrying it at the time of the a.s.sault. Penfield, you may come to the platform."
But Pen did not stir. He sat there as though made of stone, that awful hiss still sounding in his ears. Miss Grey"s voice came to him as from some great distance. He did not seem to realize what she was saying to him. She saw his white face, and the vacant look in his eyes, and she pitied him; but she had her duty to perform.
"Penfield," she repeated, "will you please come to the platform? We are waiting for your apology."
This time Pen heard her and roused himself. He rose slowly to his feet; but he did not move from his place. He spoke from where he stood.
"Miss Grey," he said, "after what has occurred here this morning, I have decided--not--to--apologize."
He bent over, picked up his books from the desk in front of him, stepped out into the aisle, walked deliberately down between rows of astounded schoolmates to the vestibule, put on his cap and coat, and went out into the street.
No one called him back. He would not have gone if any one had. He turned his face toward home. Whether or not people looked at him curiously as he pa.s.sed, he neither knew nor cared. He had been hissed in public by his schoolfellows. No condemnation could be more severe than this, or lead to deeper humiliation. Strong men have quailed under this repulsive and terrible form of public disapproval. It is little wonder that a mere schoolboy should be crushed by it. That he could never go back to Miss Grey"s school was perfectly plain to him.
That, having refused to apologize, he could not remain at Bannerhall, was equally certain. One path only remained open to him, and that was the snow-filled, country road leading to his grandfather Walker"s humble abode at Cobb"s Corners.
When he reached home he found that his grandfather and his Aunt Millicent had gone down the river road for a sleigh-ride. He did not wait to consider anything, for there was really nothing to consider.
He went up to his room, packed his suit-case with some clothing and a few personal belongings, and came down stairs and left his baggage in the hall while he went into the library and wrote a letter to his grandfather. When it was finished he read it over to himself, aloud:
"_Dear Grandfather:_
"After what happened at school this morning it was impossible for me to apologize, and keep any of my self-respect. So I am going to Cobb"s Corners to live with my mother and Grandpa Walker, as you wished. Good-by!
"Your affectionate grandson, "Penfield Butler."
"P. S. Please give my love to Aunt Millicent."
He enclosed the letter in an envelope, addressed it, and left it lying on the library table. Then he put on his cap and coat, took his suit-case, and went out into the sunlight of the winter morning. At the entrance gate he turned and looked back at Bannerhall, the wide lawn, the n.o.ble trees, the big brick house with its hospitable porch, the window of his own room, facing the street. Something rose in his throat and choked him a little, but his eyes were dry as he turned away. He knew the road to Cobb"s Corners very well indeed. He had made frequent visits to his mother there in the summer time. For, notwithstanding his forbidding att.i.tude, Colonel Butler recognized the instinct that drew mother and child together, and never sought to deny it proper expression. But it was hard traveling on the road to-day, especially with a burden to carry, and Pen was glad when Henry Cobb, a neighbor of Grandpa Walker, came along with horse and sleigh and invited him to ride.
It was just after noon when he reached his grandfather"s house, and the members of the family were at dinner. They looked up in astonishment when he entered.
"Why, Pen!" exclaimed his mother, "whatever brings you here to-day?"
"I"ve come to stay with you awhile, mother," he replied, "if grandpa "ll take me in."
"Of course grandpa "ll take you in."
And then, as mothers will, especially surprised mothers, she fell on his neck and kissed him, and smiled through her tears.
"Well, I dunno," said Grandpa Walker, facetiously, balancing a good-sized morsel of food carefully on the blade of his knife, "that depen"s on wuther ye"re willin" to take pot-luck with us or not."
"I"m willing to take anything with you," replied Pen, "if you"ll give me a home till I can shift for myself."
He went around the table and kissed his grandmother who had, for years, been partially paralyzed, shook hands with his Uncle Joseph and Aunt Miranda, and greeted their little brood of offspring cheerfully.
"What"s happened to ye, anyhow?" asked Grandpa Walker when the greetings were over and a place had been prepared for Pen at the table. "d.i.c.k Butler kick ye out; did he?"
"Not exactly," was the reply. "But he told me I couldn"t stay there unless I did a certain thing, and I didn"t do it--I couldn"t do it--and so I came away."
"Jes" so. That"s d.i.c.k Butler to a T. Ef ye don"t give him his own way in everything he aint no furder use for ye. Well, eat your dinner now, an" tell us about it later."
So Pen ate his dinner. He was hungry, and, for the time being at least, the echo of that awful hiss was not ringing in his ears. But they would not let him finish eating until he had told them, in detail, the cause of his coming. He made the story as brief as possible, neither seeking to excuse himself nor to lay the blame on others.
"Well," was Grandpa Walker"s comment when the recital was finished, "I dunno but what ye done all right enough. They ain"t one o" them blame little scalawags down to Chestnut Valley, but what deserves a good thrashin" on gen"al principles. They yell names at me every time I go down to mill, an" then cut an" run like blazes "fore I can git at "em with a hoss-whip. I"m glad somebody"s hed the grace to wallop "em. And es for d.i.c.k Butler; he"s too allfired pompous an" domineerin" for anybody to live with, anyhow. Lets on he was a great soldier! Humph!
I"ve known him--"
"Hush, father!"
It was Pen"s mother who spoke. The old man turned toward her abruptly.
"You ain"t got no call," he said, "to stick up for d.i.c.k Butler."
"I know," she replied. "But he"s Pen"s grandfather, and it isn"t nice to abuse him in Pen"s presence."
"Well, mebbe that"s so."
He rose from the table, got his pipe from the mantel, filled it and lighted it, and went over and deposited his somewhat ponderous body in a cushioned chair by the window. Pen"s mother and aunt pushed the wheel-chair in which Grandma Walker sat, to one side of the room, and began to clear the dishes from the table.
"Well," said the old man, between his puffs of smoke, "now ye"re here, what ye goin" to do here?"