"We have so much to do to-day," said Betty. "I don"t see how we can ever get through if we stop for this."
"Let everything slide!" begged Rob. "Do your work to-morrow. This will be lots of fun. The ice may not last more than a day or so, and the MacIntyre boys are not going to be out here all vacation."
"I suppose we could tie up those packages to-night," said Lloyd, with an inquiring look at Betty.
"Of course," Rob answered for her. "And I"ll help you with anything you have to do. Come on."
"Well, then, you run out to the kitchen and ask Aunt Cindy to give you something for a lunch,--anything in sight, and we"ll get ready while Mom Beck finds our skates."
Rob rubbed his ears apprehensively. "I"d as soon beard the lion in his den as Aunt Cindy in her kitchen. She"s never forgiven my early thefts."
"Go on, goosey," laughed Lloyd. "Don"t you know that since you"re "growed up," as Aunt Cindy says, she swears by you? I heard her tell Mom Beck last night she reckoned she"d have to make a batch of little sugah hah"t cakes right away, for Mistah Rob would be coming prowling round her cooky jah."
"Am I growed up?" asked Rob gravely, throwing back his shoulders and looking into the mirror at the tall reflection it showed him.
"You are in inches and ells," laughed Lloyd, "but you"re not always six feet tall in yoah actions."
"It"s only when I am in your society that I appear so juvenile,"
retorted Rob. "When I"m away at school with the other fellows, I feel and act as old as Daddy, but when I"m back home, where you all seem to expect me to be a kid, I naturally adjust myself to that role just to be companionable and obliging. You would be afraid of me if I were to turn out my whiskers and stand back on my dignity. You know you would."
"Don"t try it, Bobby," advised Lloyd. "It wouldn"t be becoming. Trot out to Aunt Cindy and get the lunch. That"s a good little man. We"ll be ready in just a few minutes."
Even in her baby days, Lloyd had been patronizing at times to her good-natured playmate, ordering him about with a princess-like right that always seemed part of the game. So now he laughingly shrugged his shoulders and started to the kitchen, while Lloyd followed Betty up-stairs to change her slippers for heavy-soled walking-boots.
A few minutes later the three were hurrying down the avenue to the gate, under the bare windswept branches of the locusts.
"Aunt Cindy had disappeared temporarily," said Rob. "There wasn"t a soul in the kitchen, so I rummaged around till I found this old basket, and filled it with a little of everything in sight. It is a long way to the creek. We"ll be ready to eat nails by the time we tramp over there in this snappy weather."
"It is snappy," agreed Lloyd. "Betty, yoah cheeks are as red as fiah."
The rosy face under the brown tam-o"-shanter smiled back at her. "So are yours. Aren"t they, Rob? They are as red as her coat."
"h.e.l.lo!" exclaimed Rob, noticing for the first time the long red coat that Lloyd wore. "That"s something new, isn"t it? I thought you looked different, but I couldn"t tell exactly what it was. That"s a stunner, sure enough, Princess. It sort of livens up the landscape."
"I"m glad you like it," laughed Lloyd, "but I don"t believe you would have seen it at all if Betty hadn"t called yoah attention to it. You"ll nevah get on in society, Bobby, if you don"t learn to notice things.
You"ll miss all the chances most boys take advantage of to pay compliments and make pretty little speeches."
Rob scowled. "You know I don"t go in for that sort of stuff."
"But you ought to," persisted Lloyd, who was in a perverse mood. "I considah it my duty to take you in hand and teach you. You may practise on Betty and me. Now we"ve been talking to Gay all term about our friends in Lloydsboro Valley, and naturally we want everybody to put their best foot foremost and show off their prettiest. Malcolm and Keith will leave a charming impression of themselves, because they will make her feel in such an easy graceful way that she has made that sawt of an impression on them. If she wears an especially pretty dress, or says an especially bright thing, or plays unusually well, they will notice it in some way so that she will know that they noticed it, and that they were pleased. Naturally that will please her, and she will like them bettah for it."
Rob faced her with a whimsical expression. "Look here, Lloyd Sherman, I"ve played every kind of a game that you"ve asked me to ever since I learned to walk. I"ve been your man Friday when you wanted to be Robinson Crusoe, and played B"r Fox to your B"r Rabbit. You"ve scalped me and buried me and dug me up. You"ve made me be Pharaoh with the ten plagues of Egypt, or a Christian martyr thrown to the wild beasts, just as it pleased your fancy. I"ve even played dolls with you week at a time, but I swear I draw the line at this. I"ll do anything in reason to help entertain your chum,--ride or dance or skate or get up private theatricals,--but I"ll _not_ make a ninny of myself trying to be flowery and get off complimentary speeches. It comes natural to some people, but I"m not built that way. I"d be as awkward at it as a fish out of water."
Lloyd turned her head with a despairing gesture. "Oh, Rob, you"re hopeless! You don"t undahstand at all! n.o.body wants you to be flowery, and n.o.body likes flat-footed, out-and-out compliments. They"re not nice at all. I just meant--well--I scarcely know what I _did_ mean, but you know how Malcolm does. It isn"t that he says a thing in so many words, but he has a way of somehow making you feel that he has noticed nice things about you, and that he is _thinking_ compliments."
"Gee whiz!" exclaimed Rob, in a teasing tone. "Say that again, won"t you please, and say it slowly, so that I can take it all in. Do I get the thought? To be agreeable one must not say things, but must cultivate an air of having noticed that you are agreeable, and stand off and think compliments so hard that you can actually feel them flying through the air. Is that your idea?"
"Oh, Rob! Stop your teasing."
"Well, that is what you said, or words to that effect. Didn"t she, Betty?"
The brown eyes flashed an amused smile at him. They walked along in silence for a few minutes, then he said, humbly, but with a twinkle in his eye which boded mischief: "Well, I"ll do the best I can to please you, Lloyd. I"ll watch Malcolm till I get the hang of it, then I"ll stand off and think compliments about your friend till her ears burn and she is duly impressed. Grandfather is always saying, "Who does the best his circ.u.mstance allows, does n.o.bly. Angels could do no more.""
"I wish I had never mentioned the subject," pouted Lloyd, as they walked on down the frozen pike. "I simply meant to give you a little advice for yoah own good, and you"ve gone and made a joke of it. I am suah you"ll say or do something befoah the mawning is ovah that will make Gay think you are perfectly dreadful."
Rob only laughed in answer, leaving her to infer that she had good reason for her fears. As they pa.s.sed the only store which the Valley boasted, Kitty came rushing out, a bright new tin saucepan dangling at her side like a drum. It was tied by a piece of twine, and she was beating a tattoo upon it with a long-handled iron spoon. Keith followed, his overcoat pockets bulging with parcels.
"Are you playing Santa Claus this early?" cried Betty, as he hurried across to shake hands with them.
"No; Kitty decided that no social function in the woods was properly a picnic without a fire and some kind of a mess to cook. So we stopped at the store, and she"s loaded me down with stuff for fudge. Malcolm and the girls are on ahead in the waiting-room."
"Where"s Ra.n.a.ld?" asked Lloyd, as they crossed the railroad track and walked along the platform toward the door of the station.
"He"s gone hunting with John Baylor, the boy he brought home from school with him," answered Kitty. "We can"t get him within a stone"s throw of Gay. I teased him so unmercifully in my letters about the girl who had asked for his picture to put in her group of heroes that he won"t even look in her direction."
As Lloyd greeted Malcolm, whom she had not seen since the close of the summer vacation, and then stood talking with him while Allison introduced Rob to her guest, she was conscious that Rob was watching every motion, and making note of it, to tease her afterward. A few moments later, when they were all discussing a choice of places for the picnic-grounds, he edged over to her.
"Now I understand what you mean," he said, in a low voice. "Malcolm didn"t say anything about that red coat. He just gave a sort of quick, pleased glance at it, as if it had hit him hard, and made some gallant speech about a Kentucky cardinal. I tried my best to follow suit. So when I was introduced, I gave the same kind of a glad start when I saw her hair, and was about to make a similar reference to a Texas redbird, when my courage failed me. So I just stood off and fired the name at her in thought till I"m sure she understood."
"You mean thing!" exclaimed Lloyd, under her breath. "Her hair isn"t red. It"s just a deep, rich, bronzy auburn, and perfectly lovely. I do wish I"d nevah said anything. Now you"ll not act natural, and you won"t like each othah as I had hoped you would."
A gayer picnic party never started down the pike than the one that went laughing along the road that winter morning, under barbed-wire fences, through pasture gates, across bare woodlands, and over frozen corn-fields. It was a still gray morning, with the chill of snow in the air, and presently the snow began to fall in big feathery flakes.
Gay was delighted. She held up her face to let the cold, star-shaped crystals settle on it. She caught them on her sleeve to marvel over their airy beauty. "It"s like frozen thistle-down!" she cried. "I hope it will snow all day and all night until everything is covered. I never saw a white Christmas."
"This will stop the skating," said Allison, "unless we had a broom to sweep the ice as it falls."
Rob offered to go back for one, but they were so far on their way they all protested it would not be worth while.
"How much farthah is it?" asked Lloyd, presently. For the last half-mile she had had nothing to say, and had fallen behind the others.
"I"m so tiahed I can hardly take another step."
Rob looked at her curiously. It seemed strange for Lloyd to admit that she was tired. He had known her to tramp nearly all day after nuts, and then be ready for a horseback ride afterward.
"We"ll stop just over this hill," he replied. "There"s a good place to camp. Here! Catch hold of my skate-strap, and I"ll help pull you up."
"It helps some," she said, clinging to the strap swung over his shoulder, "but I don"t believe I"ll evah get ovah this hill."
"It looks like a grove of Christmas trees!" cried Gay, as they started down the other side toward the creek. Little cedars from two to five feet high dotted the hillside, and the snow had drifted across them till the branches drooped with the soft white burden. It began blowing faster, and coming down like a thick white sheet between them and the creek.
Rob, who had often picnicked here on his hunting trips, led the way farther down the hill to a cavelike opening under an overhanging ledge of rocks.
"This will keep the wind off your backs," he said. "Huddle down here a few minutes until we build a fire. Then you"ll be all right."
Some charred sticks and ashes between two flat rocks, with an old piece of sheet iron laid on top, marked the spot where many meals had been cooked. The boys began at once foraging for firewood. There was plenty of it all around,--dead limbs and broken twigs,--and soon they had a big heap ready to light.
"Now if somebody can donate a piece of paper to start a blaze, we"ll have you warm in a jiffy," said Rob.