Mr. Cheeseman, heedless of Cynthy"s lamentations, proceeded to re-arrange the show-window, trying one effect and another, head on one side and eyes screwed critically. Satisfied at length, he turned slowly and rather reluctantly toward Calvin Parks, who had been standing silently by.
"After all," he said apologetically, "Christmas is for the children, and Lonzo is the Lord"s child, my wife used to say, and I expect she was right."
Calvin"s twinkle burst into a smile.
"That"s all right, Mr. Cheeseman!" he said. "That suits me first-rate. I was only wonderin" whether it was just exactly what you would call trade!"
CHAPTER XII
CALVIN"S WATERLOO
Christmas Eve. All day a blaze of white and gold, softening now into cold glories of rose and violet over the great snow-fields. The road, white upon white, outlined with fringes of trees, and here and there a stretch of stump fence, was as empty as the fields, the solitary sleigh with its solitary occupant seeming only to emphasize the loneliness.
Calvin Parks looked down the long stretch of road into which he had just turned, and gave a long whistle.
"Hossy," he said, "do you know what this ro"d wants? It wants society! I don"t know as it would be reasonable to expect a house, or even a barn, but it does seem as if they might scare up a cow; what?"
Hossy whinnied sympathetically.
"Just so!" said Calvin. "That"s what I say. Christmas Eve and all, it does really appear as if they might scare up a cow. Not that she"d be likely to trade to any great extent. What say? She"d buy as much as that last woman did? That"s so, hossy; you"re right there. But we ain"t complainin", you and me, I want you to understand. We"ve done real well this trip, and before we get our little oats to-night we"ll work off every stick in the whole concern, you see if we don"t, and have money to put in the bank, io, money to put in the bank. Gitty up, you hossy!" He flourished his whip round the brown horse"s head and whistled a merry tune.
"h.e.l.lo! What"s up now?"
Some one was standing at the turn of the road ahead, waving to him; a child; a little girl in cloak and hood, her red-mittened hands gesticulating wildly.
"We"re a-comin", we"re a-comin"!" said Calvin Parks. "Git there just the very minute we git there, you see if we don"t. Why, Mittie May! you don"t mean to tell me this is you?"
"Oh! yes, please!" cried the child. "Oh! please will you come and see Miss Fidely? oh! please will you?"
"There! there! little un; why, you"re all out of breath. Been runnin", have ye?"
"Oh, yes!" panted Mittie May. "I ran all the way, for fear I wouldn"t get here before you went by. Will you come and see Miss Fidely, Mr.
Candy Man?"
"Well!" said Calvin, "that depends, little gal. There"s three p"ints I"d like to consider in this connection and as touchin" this matter, as old parson used to say. First, is Miss Fidely good-lookin" and agreeable _to_ see? Second, does she anyways want to see me? Third, how far off does she live? It"s gettin" on towards sundown, and hossy and me have a good ways to go before we get our oats."
"It"s not far," said the child. "And she wants to see you terrible bad.
Her goods ain"t come that she ordered, and the tree"s all up, and the boys and girls all comin" to-morrow, and no candy. And I told her about you, and how you mostly came along this road Wednesdays, and she said run and catch you if I could, and I run!"
"I should say you did!" said Calvin. "Now you hop right in here with me, little gal! Hopsy upsy--there she comes! Let me tuck you in good--so!
now you tell me which way to go, and hossy and me"ll git there. That"s a fair division, ain"t it?"
Still panting, the child pointed down a narrow cross-road, on which at some distance stood a solitary house.
"That the house?" asked Calvin. Mittie May nodded.
"I hope Miss Fidely ain"t large for her size," said Calvin; "she might fit rayther snug if she was."
It was a tiny house, gray and weather-beaten; but the windows were trim with white curtains and gay with flowers; on the stone wall a row of milk-pans flashed back the afternoon sun; the whole air of the place was cheerful and friendly.
"I expect Miss Fidely"s all right!" said Calvin with emphasis. "Smart woman, to judge by the looks of her pans, and there"s nothing better to go by as I know of. Them"s as bright as Miss Hands"s, and more than that I can"t say. Now you hop out, Mittie May, and ask her will she step out and see the goods, or shall I bring in any special line?"
The child stared. "She can"t come out!" she said. "Miss Fidely can"t walk."
"Can"t walk!" repeated Calvin.
"No! and the path ain"t shovelled wide enough for her to come out. Come in and see her, please!"
His eyes very round, Calvin followed the child up the narrow path and in at the low door. Then he stopped short.
The door opened directly into a long, low room, the whole width of the house. The whitewashed walls were like snow, the bare floor was painted bright yellow, with little islands of rag carpet here and there. There were a few quaint old rush-bottomed chairs, and in one corner what looked like a child"s trundle-bed, gay with a splendid sunflower quilt.
These things Calvin saw afterwards; the first glance showed him only the Tree and its owner. It was a low, spreading tree, filling one end of the room completely. Strings of pop-corn festooned the branches, and flakes of cotton-wool snow were cunningly disposed here and there. Bright apples peeped from amid the green, and from every tip hung a splendid star of tinsel or tin foil. No "boughten stuff" these; all through the year Miss Fidely patiently begged from her neighbors: from the women the tinsel on their b.u.t.ton-cards, from the men the "silver" that wrapped their tobacco. Carefully pressed under the big Bible, they waited till Christmas, to become the glory of the Tree. The presents might not have impressed a city child much, for every one was made by Miss Fidely herself; the ap.r.o.ns, the mittens, the cotton-flannel rabbits and bottle-dolls for the tiny ones, the lace-trimmed sachets and bows for the older girls. Mittie May, all forgetful of marble palaces, stole one glance of delighted awe, and then remembered her manners.
"Here"s the Candy Man, Miss Fidely!" she said.
Miss Fidely turned quickly; she had been tying an apple to one of the lower branches with scarlet worsted.
"Pleased to meet you!" she said. "Do take a seat, won"t you? I can"t rise, myself, so you must excuse me!"
Miss Fidely sat in a thing like a child"s go-cart on four wheels. Her little withered feet clad in soft leather moccasins peeped out from under her scant brown calico skirt. They could never have supported the strong square body and powerful head, Calvin thought; she must have spent her life in that cart; and at the thought a mist came over his brown eyes. But he took the hard brown hand that was held out to him, and shook it cordially.
"I am real pleased to make your acquaintance!" he said. "Nice weather we"re havin"; a mite cold, but "tis more seasonable that way, to my thinkin"."
"I was so afraid Mittie May wouldn"t catch you!" Miss Fidely went on. "I s"pose she"s told you my misfortune, sir. I order my candy from a firm in Tupham Centre; and I had a letter this mornin" statin" that they had burned up and lost all their stock, and couldn"t fill any orders. "Twas too late to order elsewhere, and I couldn"t make enough for all hands--thirty children I expect to-morrow, and some of "em comin" from nine or ten miles away--and what to do I didn"t know; when all of a sudden Mittie May thought of you. She lives on the next ro"d, not fur from here, Mittie doos, and she helps me get the tree ready; don"t you, Mittie May? I don"t know what I should do without her, I"m sure."
She smiled at Mittie May, who glowed with pride and pleasure. Calvin thought he had seen only one smile brighter than Miss Fidely"s.
"It did seem real providential," she went on, "if only she could catch you, and I"m more than pleased she did. Here"s my bags all ready," she pointed to a neat pile that lay on a table beside her; "and if you"ve got the goods to fill "em, I guess we sha"n"t need to do much bargainin". I"ve got the money ready too."
"I guess that"s all right!" said Calvin, rising. "I"ll bring my stock right in, what"s left of it, and you can take your pick. I"ve sold the heft of it, but yet there"s a plenty still to fill them bags twice"t over."
"Mittie May, it"s time for you to go," said Miss Fidely. "Your Ma"ll be lookin" for you to help get supper. Mebbe you can run over to-night to hang the bags, or first thing in the morning."
"I"ll hang the bags!" said Calvin Parks.
"Oh!" said Miss Fidely. "You"re real kind, but that"s too much to ask, isn"t it?"
"I guess not!" said Calvin. "I guess I"d rather trim a Christmas Tree than eat my supper any day in the week. You run along, Mittie May; I"ll tend to this."
The rose and violet were deepening over the snow-fields, and stars were piercing the golden veil of sunset. Calvin filled the brown horse"s nose-bag and hung it over his head, and covered him carefully with the buffalo robe.
"You rest easy a spell, hossy!" he said. "This is trade, you know.
Christmas Eve, you can"t expect to get to bed real early."