"So you did!" exclaimed Peace, in genuine surprise, glancing down at the ugly, purple bruise on her hand, which she had completely forgotten.
"Well, I won"t remember that any more, either. Two folks which look so much alike ought to be friends, and I want you to like me."
"I--do--like you," faltered the embarra.s.sed child. "I"m sorry I was hateful. Here are your ap.r.o.n and ribbon."
"Keep the ribbon," responded Peace generously. "I s"pose I"ve got to take the ap.r.o.n back, "cause grandpa says I mustn"t give away my clothes without asking him or grandma about it, and I can"t now, "cause they are both gone away. But a hair-ribbon ain"t clothes, and, anyway, that"s one Frances Sherrar gave me, so I know you can have it." She pressed the pink bow back into Lottie"s hand, and throwing both arms around her, kissed her fervently, saying, "I am coming again some time soon, and I"ll bring you a bag of sugar and some real b.u.t.ter so"s you can have it extra for once, even if the Lady Boards didn"t order it for that p"tic"lar day. Good-bye, Mrs. Matron, and Tony, and--all the rest. I"ve had a good time here--till I run up against the cook, I mean. Mercy!
She"s strong! But I"m glad grandpa adopted us so"s I didn"t have to come here to live." She waved her hand gaily at them, and danced away down the walk, whistling cheerily.
"She"s a quaint child!" murmured the lady who had questioned her.
"She"s a trump!" declared Tony to Lottie, as they departed together for the playgrounds.
And in her heart the matron whispered, "She"s a darling!"
CHAPTER XII
A LITTLE CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM
"Oh, Elspeth, you can"t guess where I"ve been!" shrieked Peace, puffing with excitement as she stumbled up the steps after her long run home.
"Why, I thought you were playing with Giuseppe and the Lilac Lady,"
replied the young mother, looking up in surprise from the little white dress she was hemst.i.tching.
"But I went down to the drug store to telephone grandma!"
"I know you did, but I thought you stopped to tell the news at the stone house on your way home."
"What news?"
"That the invalids have run away and left you."
"How did you know that?"
"The postman came just after you left, and he brought a letter from Dr.
Campbell, explaining all about it."
"Then he did take time to write, did he? I was pretty hot about it at first," Peace admitted candidly, "But I don"t care at all now. I"ve had such a splendid time here with you all the while they"ve been shut up sick, that no matter how long they stay in the Pine Woods, it couldn"t make up for all they"ve missed by not being me."
"Do you really feel that way about it, dear?" cried Elizabeth, much pleased and touched at the child"s unlooked-for declaration.
"You just better b"lieve I do! Why, I"ve had just the nicest time! I "xpected I"d miss seeing the girls just dreadfully, but Gail and Faith have come up every single week, and I"ve telephoned home "most every day, and the rest of the time has been filled so full that I haven"t minded how long I"ve been away at all. This must be my other home, I guess."
"You little sweetheart! I wonder if you have any idea how much we are going to miss you when grandpa takes you away again."
"Oh, yes, I "magine I do. I make such a racket wherever I go that when I leave, the stillness seems like a hole. But don"t you fret! I"m coming up here real often--just as often as grandma will let me. "Cause I"ve got not only you to visit now, but the Lilac Lady and Juiceharpie and the Home children--Oh, that"s what I started to tell you about when I first came up.
"I"ve just been there. I never knew there was a Home so near here, or I"d have been there before this. And what do you think? There"s a girl living in it named Lottie, which looks so much like me that when we changed ap.r.o.ns the other children didn"t know the difference at first.
They think she must be my twin sister or some cousin I don"t know anything about, though I kept telling them there weren"t any cousins in our family, and if mother"d ever had twins, she"d have kept "em both and not throwed one away to grow up without knowing who her people were.
Don"t you think so?"
"I most a.s.suredly do," Elizabeth answered promptly. "Gail has often told me that your papa was an only child, and the one brother your mamma had died when he was a little fellow. So there can"t be any near cousins, and you are not a twin, so Lottie isn"t your sister. How did it all come about?"
The story was quickly told, to Elizabeth"s mingled amus.e.m.e.nt and horror; and Peace ended by sagely remarking, "So I"m going to ask Allee if she"s willing that we should use some of our Fourth of July money to buy them a treat of sugar and b.u.t.ter for a whole day--or a week, if it doesn"t take too much, and grandpa don"t sit down on the plan. I don"t think he will, "cause these children aren"t fakes. They really d"serve having some good times "casionally, and it did make them so happy to have someone extra to play with. I s"pose they get awfully tired of fighting the same children all the time. Besides, we"ve got lots of money in our bank, "cause we used only about ten dollars of our furnishing money to dec"rate our room with, and the rest we saved for patriotism. I am awful glad there are such places for poor children to go to when their own people can"t take care of "em, but I do wish the Lady Boards weren"t so stingy."
Elizabeth knew it would do no good to argue the matter, and besides, she was not well posted concerning this particular Home, so she merely agreed that Peace"s plan would no doubt make the little folks happy, but wisely suggested that she say no more about it until she had consulted with the family at home and received their consent. "Because, you see, dear, if you make some rash promises which you can"t fulfill, it will only make the children unhappy, instead of bringing sunshine into their lives."
"But isn"t it a good way to spend money? They ain"t beggars with bank accounts somewhere, like the old woman which got Gail"s dollar last spring."
"I think it is a very nice way, dearie, and I am sure grandpa will not object a mite; but the best way is not to make any promises that we don"t intend to carry out, or that we are not sure we can fulfill. Then no one will be disappointed if our plans don"t come through the way we hoped they would. Do you see what I mean?"
"Yes; never promise to do _anything_ until you"re sure you can. But that would keep me from doing lots of things, Elspeth. I could not ever promise to be good, or--"
"Oh, Peace, I didn"t mean that!" Elizabeth never could get accustomed to this literal streak in the small maiden"s character; and, in consequence, her little preachments often received an unexpected shower-bath. "I meant not to promise to do favors for other folks unless we can and will see that they are done."
"Ain"t it a favor to be good when it"s easier and naturaler to be bad--not really bad, either, but just yourself?"
"No, dear. We ought to _try_ to be good without anyone"s asking us to, and just because it is easier to do wrong than right is no excuse for us at all."
Unconsciously she said this very severely, for she thought she heard Saint John chuckling behind the curtains of the study window; but Peace interpreted the lecture literally, and hastily jumping up from the step, said, "I think I"ll go and tell the Lilac Lady about the children, and see if she hasn"t got more roses than she knows what to do with, "cause I know they"d like "em at the Home. Do you care?"
"No, Peace. Glen is asleep. But don"t stay long, for it is nearly five o"clock now, and tea will soon be ready."
"All right. I"ll bring you some roses for the table if she has any to spare today, and she ought to, "cause the pink and white bushes have just begun to open."
She whisked out of sight around the corner in a twinkling, and was soon perched on the stool beside the lame girl"s chair, regaling her with an account of the afternoon"s adventures.
The white signal fluttering from the lilac bushes had been discarded long ago, and Peace was welcome whenever she came now, for with her peculiar childish instinct, she seemed to know when the invalid found her chatter wearisome. At such times she would sit in the gra.s.s beside the chair, silently weaving clover chains, or wander quietly about the premises, revelling in the beauty and perfume of the garden flowers, or better still, whistling softly the sweet tunes which the pain-racked body always found so soothing.
But this afternoon the young mistress of the stone house was lonely, for Aunt Pen and Giuseppe were in town shopping, and she wished to be amused; so Peace was doubly welcome, and felt very much flattered at the attention her lengthy story received. To tell the truth of the matter, the lame girl had just discovered how cunningly the small, round face was dimpled, and in watching these little Cupid"s love kisses come and go with the child"s different expressions and moods, she did not hear a word that was said until Peace heaved a great, sympathetic sigh, and closed her tale with the remark, "And so I"m going to see if I can"t take them some--enough to last a week maybe--for it must be _dreadful_ to eat bread and potatoes every day without any b.u.t.ter or gravy."
The older girl roused herself with a start, and promptly began asking questions in such an adroit fashion that in a moment or two she had the gist of the whole story, and was much interested in the picture Peace drew of the Home children"s life. "Why, do you know, I used to go there with Aunt Pen--years ago--to carry flowers and trinkets, and sometimes to sing. My! How glad they used to be! They would sit and listen with eyes and mouths wide open as if they simply couldn"t get enough. Aunt Pen used to be quite interested in the Home. Poor Aunt Pen! She gave up all her pet hobbies when I was hurt."
"Didn"t you like to go?"
"Oh, it was flattering to have such an appreciative audience, of course; but--my ambitions soared higher than that. They were as well satisfied with a hand-organ."
"Oh, Tony ain"t! And neither is Ethel! They both just _love_ music, and they kept me whistling until I was tired. And how they do love stories!
I "magined for them till my thinker ran empty. I couldn"t help wishing I was you, so"s I could tell them all the beau-ti-ful fancies you make up as you lie here under the trees day in and day out. I told "em about you and pictured this garden for "em, and the flowers which Hicks cuts by the _bushel-basket_, and Juiceharpie which plays the fiddle and dances and sings like a cheer-up--"
"A cherub, do you mean? Giuseppe is inconsolable to think he can"t teach you to say his name correctly."
"Yes, and I"m the same thing to think he"s got such a name that won"t be said right. He doesn"t like Jessup any better. But never mind, I know he"d like Tony and the other Home boys; and I thought maybe you would let him go some day and play for the children there. Miss Chase is awfully sweet and nice, even if she is fat, and she"d be tickled to pieces to give him a permit any time he could come."
The lame girl laid a thin, waxen hand on the curly head bobbing so enthusiastically at her side, and murmured gently, "How do you think up so many beautiful things to do for other people?"
"I don"t," Peace frankly replied. "I guess they just think themselves.