"Young man, I fear you"re with the wind," he said, laughing, and added, "I"ve a nephew just about your age and at least a head shorter, what do you think of that?"
"Has he a kite?" I enquired eagerly. "I have, an" a top an" ten checkers an" a big balloon."
"Have you, indeed? Well, my poor boy is not so well off, I regret to say. But don"t you think your prosperity is excessive considering the impoverished condition of the country?"
The big words left me gasping, and fearing that I had been too boastful for politeness, I hastened to inform him that "although the balloon was very big, it was also bu"sted, which made a difference."
"Ah, it is, is it? Well, that does make a difference."
"If your boy hasn"t any checkers I"ll give him half of mine," I added with a gulp.
With an elaborate flourish the General drew out a stiffly starched pocket handkerchief and blew his nose. "That"s a handsome offer and I"ll repeat it without fail," he said.
Then he shook hands again and marched down the hill with his gold-headed stick tapping the ground.
"Now you"ll come and trot home, I reckon," said President, when he had disappeared.
But the spirit of revolt had lifted its head within me, for through a cleft in the future, I saw myself already as the president of the Great South Midland and Atlantic Railroad, with a jingling bunch of seals and a gold-headed stick.
"I ain"t goin" that way," I said, "I"m goin" home by the old Adams house where the little girl lives."
"No, you ain"t either. I"ll tell ma on you."
"I don"t care. If you don"t take me home by the old Adams house, you"ll have to carry me every step of the way, an" I"ll make myself heavy."
For a long minute President wrinkled his brows and thought hard in silence. Then an idea appeared to penetrate his slow mind, and he grasped me by the shoulder and shook me until I begged him to stop.
"If I take you home that way will you promise to sham sick to-morrow, so I shan"t have to bring you out?"
The price was high, but swallowing my disappointment I met it squarely.
"I will if you"ll lift me an" let me look over the wall."
"Hope you may die?"
"Hope I may die."
"Wall, it ain"t anything to see but jest a house," remarked President, as I held out my hand, "an" girls ain"t worth the lookin" at."
"She called me common," I said, soberly.
"Oh, shucks!" retorted President, with fine scorn, and we said no more.
Clinging tightly to his hand I trudged the short blocks in silence. As I was little, and he was very large for his years, it was with difficulty that I kept pace with him; but by taking two quick steps to his single slow one, I managed to cover the same distance in almost the same number of minutes. He was a tall, overgrown boy, very fat for his age, with a foolish, large-featured face which continued to look sheepishly amiable even when he got into a temper.
"Is it far, President?" I enquired at last between panting breaths.
"There "tis," he answered, pointing with his free hand to a fine old mansion, with a broad and hospitable front, from which the curved iron railing bent in a bright bow to the pavement. It was the one great house on the hill, with its spreading wings, its stuccoed offices, its ma.s.sive white columns at the rear, which presided solemnly over the terraced hill-side. A moment later he led me up to the high, spiked wall, and swung me from the ground to a secure perch on his shoulder. With my hands clinging to the iron nails that studded the wall, I looked over, and then caught my breath sharply at the thought that I was gazing upon an enchanted garden. Through the interlacing elm boughs the rosy light of the afterglow fell on the magnolias and laburnums, on the rose squares, and on the tall latticed arbours, where amid a glossy bower of foliage, a few pale microphylla roses bloomed out of season. Overhead the wind stirred, and one by one the small yellow leaves drifted, like wounded b.u.t.terflies, down on the box hedges and the terraced walks.
"You"ve got to come down now--you"re too heavy," said President from below, breathing hard as he held me up.
"Jest a minute--give me a minute longer an" I"ll let you eat my blackberry jam at supper."
"An" you"ve promised on yo" life to sham sick to-morrow?"
"I"ll sham sick an" I"ll let you eat my jam, too, if you"ll hold me a little longer."
He lifted me still higher, and clutching desperately to the iron spikes, I hung there quivering, breathless, with a thumping heart. A glimmer of white flitted between the box rows on a lower terrace, and I saw that the princess of the enchanted garden was none other than my little girl of the evening before. She was playing quietly by herself in a bower of box, building small houses of moss and stones, which she erected with infinite patience. So engrossed was she in her play that she seemed perfectly oblivious of the fading light and of the birds and squirrels that ran past her to their homes in the latticed arbours. Higher and higher rose her houses of moss and stones, while she knelt there, patient and silent, in the terrace walk with the small, yellow leaves falling around her.
"That"s a square deal now," said President, dropping me suddenly to earth. "You"d better come along and trot home or you"ll get a lamming."
My enchanted garden had vanished, the spiked wall rose over my head, and before me, as I turned homeward, spread all the familiar commonplaceness of Church Hill.
"How long will it be befo" I can climb up by myself?" I asked.
"When you grow up. You"re nothin" but a kid."
"An" when"ll I grow up if I keep on fast?"
"Oh, in ten or fifteen years, I reckon."
"Shan"t I be big enough to climb up befo" then?"
"Look here, you shut up! I"m tired answerin" questions," shouted my elder brother, and grasping his hand I trotted in a depressed silence back to our little home.
CHAPTER III
A PAIR OF RED SHOES
I awoke the next morning a changed creature from the one who had fallen asleep in my trundle-bed. In a single hour I had awakened to the sharp sense of contrast, to the knowledge that all ways of life were not confined to the sordid circle in which I lived. Outside the poverty, the ugliness, the narrow streets, rose the spiked wall of the enchanted garden; and when I shut my eyes tight, I could see still the half-bared elms arching against the sunset, and the old house beyond, with its stuccoed wings and its grave white columns, which looked down on the magnolias and laburnums just emerging from the twilight on the lower terrace. In the midst of this garden I saw always the little girl patiently building her houses of moss and stones, and it seemed to me that I could hardly live through the days until I grew strong enough to leap the barriers and play beside her in the bower of box.
"Ma," I asked, measuring myself against the red and white cloth on the table, "does it look to you as if I were growin" up?"
The air was strong with the odour of frying bacon, and when my mother turned to answer me, she held a smoking skillet extended like a votive offering in her right hand. She was busy preparing breakfast for Mrs.
Cudlip, whose husband"s funeral we had attended the day before, and as usual when any charitable mission was under way, her manner to my father and myself had taken a biting edge.
"Don"t talk foolishness, Benjy," she replied, stopping to push back a loosened wiry lock of hair; "it"s time to think about growin" up when you ain"t been but two years in breeches. Here, if you"re through breakfast, I want you to step with this plate of m.u.f.fins to Mrs. Cudlip.
Tell her I sent "em an" that I hope she is bearin" up."
"That you sent "em an" that you hope she is bearin" up," I repeated.
"That"s it now. Don"t forget what I told you befo" you"re there. Thomas, have you b.u.t.tered that batch of m.u.f.fins?"
My father handed me the plate, which was neatly covered with a red-bordered napkin.