But "t is the funniest in the morning. This morning I waked up early, and he was fast asleep, and I thought, Now you"ll catch it, old fellow, and was just a going to pull his hair; but in a minute I remembered.
Then I dressed myself and thought I would take a walk out. I went just as softly by his bed and stood still there a minute and set out to give a little pull, for I don"t feel half so mad as I did the first of it, but was afraid he did. So I went out-doors and looked round. Went as far as the Two Betseys" Shop and was going by, but The Other Betsey stood at the door shaking a mat, and called to me, "Billy, where are you going to?"
"Only looking round," I said. She told me to come in and warm me, and I thought I would go in just a minute or two. Lame Betsey was frying flapjacks in a spider, a little mite of a spider, for breakfast. She spread b.u.t.ter on one and made me take it to eat in a saucer, and I never tasted of a better flapjack. There was a cinnamon colored jacket hanging on the chair-back, and I said, "Why, that"s Spicey"s jacket!" "Who?"
they cried out both together. Then I called him by his right name, Jim Mills. He"s some relation to them, and his mother isn"t well enough to mend all his clothes, so Lame Betsey does it for nothing. He earns money to pay for his schooling, and he wants to go to college, and they don"t doubt he will. They said he was the best boy that ever was. His mother doesn"t have anybody but him to do things for her, only his little sister about the size of my little sister. He makes the fires and cuts wood and splits kindling, and looks into the b.u.t.tery to see when the things are empty, and never waits to be told. When they talked about him they both talked together, and Lame Betsey let one spiderful burn forgetting to turn "em over time enough.
When I was coming away they said, "Where"s Dorry? I thought you two always kept together." For we did always go to buy things together. Then I told her a little, but not all about it.
"O, make up! make up!" they said. "Make up and be friends again!" I"m willing to make up if he is. But I don"t mean to be the first one to make up.
From your affectionate Grandson,
WILLIAM HENRY.
_William Henry to his Grandmother._
MY DEAR GRANDMOTHER,--
I guess you"ll think "t is funny, getting another letter again from me so soon, but I"m in a hurry to have my father send me some money to have my skates mended; ask him if he won"t please to send me thirty-three cents, and we two have made up again and I thought you would like to know. It had been "most three days, and we hadn"t been anywhere together, or spoken hardly, and I hadn"t looked him in the eye, or he me. Old Wonder Boy he wanted to keep round me all the time, and have double-runner together. He knew we two hadn"t been such chums as we used to be, so he came up to me and said, "Billy, I think that Dorry"s a mean sort of a chap, don"t you?"
"No, I don"t," I said. "He don"t know what "t is to be mean!" For I wasn"t going to have him coming any Jersey over me!
"O, you needn"t be so s.p.u.n.ky about it!" says he.
"I ain"t s.p.u.n.ky!" says I.
Then I went into the schoolroom, to study over my Latin Grammar before school began, and sat down amongst the boys that were all crowding round the stove. And I was studying away, and didn"t mind "em fooling round me, for I"d lost one mark day before, and didn"t mean to lose any more, for you know what my father promised me, if my next Report improved much. And while I was sitting there, studying away, and drying my feet, for we"d been having darings, and W. B. he stumped me to jump on a place where "t was cracking, and I went in over tops of boots and wet my feet sopping wet. And I didn"t notice at first, for I wasn"t looking round much, but looking straight down on my Latin Grammar, and didn"t notice that "most all the boys had gone out. Only about half a dozen left, and one of "em was Dorry, and he sat to the right of me, about a yard off, studying his lesson. Then another boy went out, and then another, and by and by every one of them was gone, and left us two sitting there. O, we sat just as still! I kept my head down, and we made believe think of nothing but just the lesson. First thing I knew he moved, and I looked up, and there was Dorry looking me right in the eye! And held out his hand--"How are you, Sweet William?" says he, and laughed some. Then I clapped my hand on his shoulder, "Old Dorrymas, how are you?" says I.
And so you see we got over it then, right away.
Dorry says he wasn"t asleep that morning, when I stood there, only making believe. Said he wished I"d pull, then he was going to pull too, and wouldn"t that been a funny way to make up, pulling hair? He"s had a letter from Tom Cush and he"s got home, but is going away again, for he means to be a regular sailor and get to be captain of a great ship. He"s coming here next week. I hope you won"t forget that thirty-three. I"d just as lives have fifty, and that would come better in the letter, don"t you believe it would? That photograph saloon has just gone by, and the boys are running down to the road to chase it. When Dorry and I sat there by the stove, it made me remember what Uncle Jacob said about our picture.
Your affectionate Grandson,
WILLIAM HENRY.
_William Henry to his Grandmother._
MY DEAR GRANDMOTHER,--
The reason that I"ve kept so long without writing is because I"ve had to do so many things. We"ve been speaking dialogues and coasting and daring and s...o...b..lling, and then we"ve had to review and review and review, because "t is the last of the term, and he says he believes in reviews more than the first time we get it. I tell you, the ones that didn"t get them the first time are bad off now. I wish now I"d begun at the first of it and got every one of mine perfect, then I should have easier times. The coast is wearing off some, and we carry water up and pour on it, and let it freeze, and throw snow on. Now "t is moonshiny nights, the teacher lets all the "perfects" go out to coast an hour. Sometimes I get out. And guess where Bubby Short and Dorry and I are going to-night!
Now you can"t guess, I know you can"t. To a party! Now where do you suppose the party is to be? You can"t guess that either. In this town.
And not very far from this school-house. Somebody you"ve heard of. Two somebodies you"ve heard of. Now don"t you know? The Two Betseys! Suppose you"ll think "t is funny for them to have a party. But they"re not a going to have it themselves. Now I"ll tell you, and not make you guess any more.
You know I told you Tom Cush was coming. He came to-day. He"s grown just as tall and as fat and as black and has some small whiskers. I didn"t know "twas Tom Cush when I first looked at him. Bubby Short asked me what man that was talking with Dorry, and I said I didn"t know, but afterwards we found out. He didn"t know me either. Says I"m a staving great fellow. He gave Dorry a ruler made of twelve different kinds of wood, some light, some dark, brought from famous places. And gave Bubby Short and me a four-blader, white handled. He"s got a fur cap and fur gloves, and is "most as tall as Uncle Jacob. He told Dorry that he thought if he didn"t come back here and see everybody, he should feel like a sneak all the rest of his life.
We three went down to The Two Betseys" Shop with him, and when he saw it, he said, "Why, is that the same old shop? It don"t look much bigger than a hen-house!" Says he could put about a thousand like it into one big church he saw away. Said he shouldn"t dare to climb up into the apple-tree for fear he should break it down. Said he"d seen trees high as a liberty-pole. And when he saw where he used to creep through the rails he couldn"t believe he ever did go through such a little place, and tried to, but couldn"t do it. So he took a run and jumped over, and we after him, all but Bubby Short. We took down the top one for him.
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The Two Betseys didn"t know him at first, not till we told them. Dorry said, "Here"s a little boy wants to buy a stick of candy." Then Tom said he guessed he"d take the whole bottle full. And he took out a silver half a dollar, and threw it down, but wouldn"t take any change back, and then treated us all, and a lot of little chaps that stood there staring. Lame Betsey said, "Wal, I never!" and The Other Betsey said, "Now did you ever? Now who"d believe "t was the same boy!" And Tom said he hoped "t wasn"t exactly, for he didn"t think much of that Tom Cush that used to be round here. Coming back he told us he was going to stay till in the evening, and have a supper at the Two Betseys", us four together, but not let them know till we got there. He"s going to carry the things. We went to see Gapper Sky Blue, and Tom bought every bit of his mola.s.ses candy, and about all the seed-cakes. When I write another letter, then you"ll know about the party.
Your affectionate Grandson,
WILLIAM HENRY.
P. S. Do you think my father would let me go to sea?
_William Henry to his Grandmother._
MY DEAR GRANDMOTHER,--
We had it and they didn"t know anything about it till we got there, and then they didn"t know what we came for. Guess who was there besides us four! Gapper Sky Blue and little Rosy. Tom invited them. We left the bundles inside and walked in. Not to the shop, but to the room back, where they stay. They told us, "Do sit up to the fire, for "t is a proper cold day." They"d got their tea a warming in a little round tea-pot, a black one, and their dishes on a little round table, pulled up close to Lame Betsey; seemed just like my sister, when she has company, playing supper. The Other Betsey, she was holding a skein of yarn for Lame Betsey to wind, and said their yarn-winders were come apart. Dorry said, "Billy, let"s you and I make some yarn-winders!" Now what do you think we made them out of? Out of ourselves! We stood back to back, with our elbows touching our sides, and our arms sticking out, and our thumbs sticking up. Then Dorry told her to put on her yarn, and we turned ourselves round, like yarn-winders.
Pretty soon Gapper Sky Blue and Rosy came. Then we brought in the bundles and let "em know what was up, and they didn"t know what to say.
All they could say was, "Wal, I never!" and "Now did you ever?"
The Other Betsey said if they were having a party they must smart themselves up some. So she got out their other caps, with white ruffles, and put on her handkerchief with a bunch of flowers in the back corner, but put a black silk cape on Lame Betsey that had a muslin ruffle round it, or lace, or I don"t know what, and a clean collar, that she worked herself, when she was a young lady, and a bow of ribbon, that she used to wear to parties, wide ribbon, striped, green and yellow, or pink, I can"t tell, and both of "em clean ap.r.o.ns, figured ap.r.o.ns,--calico, I think like enough,--with the creases all in "em, and strings tied in front. I tell you if the Two Betseys didn"t look tiptop! Then they unset that little round table, and we dragged out the great big one, that hadn"t been used for seventeen years. The Other Betsey"s grandfather had it, when he was first married. When "t isn"t a table, "t is tipped up to make into a chair, and had more legs than a spider. Little Rosy helped set the table. She never went to a party before.
O, but you ought to "ve seen the plates! You know your pie-plates? Well, these were just like them. All white, with scalloped edges, blue scalloped edges. Only no bigger round than the top of your tin dipper.
The knives and forks--two-p.r.o.ngers--had green handles. And the sugar-bowl and cream pitcher were dark blue. Tom brought a good deal of sugar, all in white lumps, and a can of milk. He bought pies and jumbles and turnovers and ginger-snaps and egg-crackers and cake and bread at the bake-house, and b.u.t.ter and cheese and Bologna sausage--I can"t bear Bologna sausage--and some oranges, that he brought home from sea. And the sweetest jelly you ever saw! Don"t know what "t is made of, but they call it guava jelly, and comes in little boxes. I believe I could eat twenty boxes of that kind of jelly, if I could get it. Dorry says he don"t doubt they make it out of apple-parings down in Jersey.
The Other Betsey stood up in a chair and took down her best china cups and saucers, that used to be her grandmother"s, and hadn"t been took down for a good many years, and wiped the dust off. Little mites of things, with pictures on them. We boys didn"t drink tea, only Tom Cush; we had milk in mugs. Mine was a tall, slim one, not much bigger round than an inkstand, and had pine-trees on it, blue pine-trees. Dorry had a china one that was about as clear as gla.s.s, that Lame Betsey"s brother brought home when he went captain, and Bubby Short"s had "A gift of affection" on it. That was one her little niece used to drink out of that died afterwards, when she was very little.
I tell you if that supper-table didn"t look like a supper-table when "t was all ready! They set Lame Betsey at the head of the table, because she couldn"t get up, and Dorry said the one at the head must never get up, for it wasn"t polite. We took her right up in her chair to set her there. Then there was some fun quarrelling which should sit at her right hand, because that is a seat of honor. Tom said Gapper ought to, for he was the oldest. But he said it ought to be Tom, because he was the most like company. But at last she said "t wouldn"t make any difference, because she was left-handed. The Other Betsey brought some twisted doughnuts out.
Now I"ll tell you how we sat.
Lame Betsey at the head, and the Other Betsey at the other end; Gapper Sky Blue and Rosy and Bubby Short on the right side, and Tom and Dorry and I on the left. And if we didn"t have a bully time! The Two Betseys and Gapper used to know each other, and to go to school together, and they told such funny stories, made us die a laughing, and when I get home you"ll hear some. Then Gapper told Tom Cush that now he was a sailor he ought to spin us a yarn. When I come home I"ll tell you the yarn Tom spun. "T was all about an alligator he saw, and about going near it in a boat, and what the Arabs did, and what he did, and what the alligator did. Wait till I come, then you"ll hear about it. Both Betseys kept putting down their knife and fork, and looking up at him, just as scared, and kept saying, "Wal, I never!" "Now did you ever!"
Tom acted it all out. First he cleared a place for a river. Then he took a twisted doughnut for the alligator and a ginger-snap for a boat. I"ll tell you about it sometime. Guess "t wasn"t all true, for you can put anything you"ve a mind to in a yarn. He told us about the beautiful birds, and when I told him about one my sister used to have, he said he"d bring her home a Java sparrow.
Then he told us about drinking "Hopshe!" I"ll tell how, and I want all of you to try it.
Now suppose Hannah Jane was the one to try it.
First, she takes a tumbler of water in her hand, then you all say together, Hannah Jane and all, quite fast,--
"A blackbird sat on a swinging limb.
He looked at me and I at him.
Once so merrily,--Hopshe!
Twice so merrily,--Hopshe!
Thrice so merrily,--Hopshe!"
Now I shall tell where the fun comes in.