The Story of the Big Front Door.
by Mary Finley Leonard.
CHAPTER I.
THE OUTLAWS.
"Come listen to me, ye gallants so free, All ye who love mirth for to hear; And I will tell you of a bold outlaw Who lived in Nottinghamshire."
_Old Ballad._
Ikey Ford was the first to make the discovery, and he lost no time in carrying the news to the others.
Great was their consternation!
"Moving into the Brown house? Nonsense, Ikey, you are making it up!"
Carl exclaimed.
"What shall we do about the banquet for King Richard?" cried Bess, sitting down on the doorstep despairingly.
"And my racket is over there, and your grandma"s fur rug, Ikey Ford!"
wailed Louise, shaking her finger at the bringer of evil tidings. He a.s.sented meekly, adding, "and Sallie"s clothes-pins."
A stranger might have been puzzled to guess what sort of calamity had befallen the little group in the doorway of the pleasant, hospitable-looking house among the maple trees, that warm August morning. Something serious certainly, for Louise"s dimples had disappeared, Bess was almost tearful, and the boys, though they affected to take it more lightly, wore plainly depressed.
"Let"s go over to Ikey"s and look through the fence," suggested Carl, and, as there seemed nothing else to do, the others agreed.
They filed solemnly down the walk and across the street,--Bess with a roll of green cambric under her arm,--and n.o.body uttered a word till a secluded spot behind Mrs. Ford"s syringa bushes was reached, where, through an opening in the division fence, they could look out un.o.bserved upon the adjoining house.
"The side windows are open!" Louise announced in a tragic whisper.
"Didn"t I tell you so?" replied Ikey with mournful triumph.
It was a small house with a pointed roof, and it stood in the midst of an old-fashioned garden, where for years and years lilacs and s...o...b..a.l.l.s, peonies and roses, pinks and sweet-william, and dozens of other flowers, had bloomed happily in their season, without any trouble to anybody. In the background sunflowers and hollyhocks grew, and on either side of the front gate two stout little cedars stood like sentinels on guard. The street upon which this gate opened was wide and shady, and the bustle and din of the city had not yet invaded its quiet.
Though in reality a red house grown somewhat rusty, it was called the "Brown house," because as far back as any one in the neighborhood could remember it had been occupied by an old lady of that name. For years before she died she was bed-ridden, and to the children there was something mysterious about this person who was never seen, but on whose account they were cautioned not to be noisy at their play. After her death the house was left closed and unoccupied, but hardly more silent than before. An air of mystery still hung about the place; the children when they pa.s.sed peeped in at the flowers alone in their glory, and spoke softly as though even yet their owner might be disturbed.
This was in the early spring; as the summer wore on this garden grew more and more irresistible. Other playgrounds lost their charm to the eyes that looked in at the long waving gra.s.s and the pleasant shady places under the apple trees.
"Let"s play Robin Hood," Bess proposed one morning as they sat in a row on the fence.
Carl and Louise received the idea with enthusiasm, and Ikey listened in silent admiration as the details of the fascinating game were unfolded.
The Hazeltine children had from their babyhood been in the habit of making plays of their favorite stories, but it seemed to Ikey immensely clever; so while the others argued over who should take this part and who that, he joyfully accepted whatever was offered him.
He did not fare so badly either, for being plump and rosy he was allowed to personate the jolly Friar Tuck. Robin Hood fell naturally to Carl as the oldest and the leader, Bess became Little John, Louise appeared by turns as Allan-a-Dale and the sheriff of Nottingham, and little Helen was occasionally pressed into service as Maid Marian. Who first thought of turning the deserted garden into Sherwood forest no one could ever remember, but as they sat on the fence that morning with the waving sea of gra.s.s below them, somebody began
"One for the money, Two for the show,..."
and away they all went. Some minutes later, Mrs. Ford, glancing from her window, wondered what had become of the children.
So the fun began and continued through the long summer days, when grown people stayed indoors and wondered what the children found to do out in the heat from morning till night. But in that distant corner of the garden, where, under the shelter of a crooked apple tree, the forest rovers had their trysting place, the weather was never too warm. The unoccupied house became transformed into Nottingham castle, and was never approached without delicious thrills of terror.
Excitement ran high on the day when Robin was released from the jail--otherwise a small rustic arbor--by his trusty followers.
There was simply no end to the fun, and the secrecy with which it was carried on helped to deepen the interest. The climax was reached when preparations were begun for King Richard"s banquet.
As usual, it originated with Bess, when she heard that a favorite cousin, a boy about Carl"s age, was coming to visit them for a few days.
"Aleck will make a very good King Richard," said Louise, when the matter was under discussion, "and we can pretend that he is just back from the Holy Land."
It was decided that this must be a real feast, not merely an occasion of pepper gra.s.s and cookies, so their combined funds were carefully laid out at the corner confectionery. Many articles supposed to be necessary to the comfort of the royal guest were smuggled into the garden, and everything was in readiness for his arrival on the next day, when Ikey made his startling discovery.
It had never occurred to them that some one might come to live in the Brown house; they were quite overwhelmed by it, and for more than an hour they sat under the syringa bushes peeping through at their lost domain. No one had much to say. Bess was gazing sadly at her roll of cambric which was to have done duty as suits of Lincoln green for the foresters, and Ikey was thinking of the fur rug and the clothes-pins, when Carl proposed a raid for the recovery of their possessions. "The girls can wait on the fence and take the things as we bring them," he said.
This promised a little excitement, so on the very spot from which they had made their first entrance into Sherwood forest, Bess and Louise waited while the boys dropped down and disappeared behind the bushes.
In a few minutes they came rushing back empty handed, to report that not a trace of anything was to be found, and that a man with a scythe was at work on the other side of the garden cutting down the gra.s.s.
It was very quiet in the neighborhood that afternoon. There were no children to be seen anywhere, and on the broad piazza of the house where the Hazeltines lived the chairs and settees, with here and there a gay cushion, appeared to be having a good time all to themselves, gathered in sociable groups. The clematis and honeysuckle swung softly in the breeze, making graceful shadows, and the maple trees stretched out long arms and touched each other gently now and then. At the back of the house on the kitchen steps sat Aunt Sukey, a person of dignity and authority. Her hands were folded over her white ap.r.o.n and her eyes rested with satisfaction on the rows of peach preserves that represented her morning"s work.
"Mammy," as the children called her, was a family inst.i.tution, and could not be spared, though her last nursling was fast outgrowing her.
No preserves tasted like Sukey"s, and no one could, on occasion, make such rolls.
"Yes," she remarked, continuing her conversation with Mandy, the cook, who was stepping around inside, "they"s _mischevious_ of course, but I can remember when Mr. Frank and Mr. William was a heap worse."
"Law, Aunt Sukey, I wouldn"t want to see "em if they was any worse than that Ikey Ford! It looks like the children has been up to twice as many pranks since he come," replied Mandy.
"He don"t take after his pa, then; Mr. Isaac was as nice, quiet-mannered a boy as you ever see, when he used to go with Mr.
Frank. But pshaw! all that triflin" is soon over. Look at Miss Zelie: seems like it warn"t no time since she was climbin" fences and tearin"
her clothes, till I"d get clean discouraged tryin" to keep her nice.
Oh! they"s fine children, I don"t care what you say; and Louise is the flock of the flower. She is like Miss Zelie, with her dark eyes and shinin" hair."
"Miss Zelie herself sets more store by Carl than any of the rest,"
said Mandy, coming to the door.
"That"s cause he favors his ma"s family and has a look like his uncle Carl. You know Miss Zelie married Miss Elinor"s brother. He used to come here for his holidays when she was a little girl no bigger "n Bess,--that was after Mr. Frank married Miss Elinor,--and they was always great friends. It looks like it"s mighty strange that Miss Elinor and Mr. Carl should be taken, and old Sukey left."
There was silence for a minute; then as Sukey wiped her eyes she continued, "I"ve nursed "em all from Mr. William down, and I knows old master"s grandchildren is bound to turn out right."
It was almost sunset when Aunt Zelie--tall and fair, like Bess"s favorite heroines--came and stood in the front door, wondering where the children were. She was not left long in doubt, for hardly had she settled herself to enjoy the pleasant air when there was a sudden rush from somewhere and she was surrounded by a laughing, breathless little company. The outlaws of the morning were scarcely to be recognized.
Little John and the sheriff of Nottingham were attired in the freshest of white dresses, with pink bows on their Gretchen braids, while Robin and the Friar were disguised as a pair of bright-faced modern boys, and with them was little Helen, a dignified person of eight, who carried a doll in her arms.
"Auntie, did you know that somebody is coming to live in the Brown house?" Louise asked, as they drew their chairs as close as possible to hers. At this time in the day she was their own special property, though there _were_ people who complained that they always monopolized her.
"Yes, your father heard that a relative of old Mrs. Brown"s was going to take the house, but that is all I know," she answered.