"Wilbur, perhaps," insisted Winona. "Merle is already very choice in his reading."
"A puzzle, anyway--why, there they come!"
And the manner of their coming brought more bewilderment to the house of Penniman. For the criminal Wilbur did not come shamed and slinking, but with rather an uplift. Behind him gloomily trod the Merle twin. Even at a distance he was disapproving, accusatory, put upon. It was to be seen that he washed his hands of the evil.
"Whatever in the world--" began Mrs. Penniman, for Wilbur in the hollow of his arm bore a forked branch upon which seemed to perch in all confidence a free bird of the wilds.
"A stuffed bird!" said the peering Winona, and dispelled this illusion.
The twins entered the gate. Midway up the gravelled walk Wilbur Cowan began a gurgling oration.
"I bet n.o.body can guess what I brought! Yes, sir--a beautiful present for every one--that will make a new man of poor old Judge Penniman, and this lovely orange--that"s for Mrs. Penniman--and I bet Winona can"t guess what"s wrapped up in this box for her--it"s the most beautiful alb.u.m, and this first-cla.s.s animal for my father, and it"ll last a lifetime if he takes care of it good; and I got me a dog to watch the house." Breathless he paused.
"Spent all his money!" intoned Merle. "And he bought me this knife, too."
He displayed it, but merely as a count in the indictment for criminal extravagance. He had gone to the hammock to sit by Winona. He needed her. He had been too long unconsidered.
The sputtering gift-bringer bestowed the orange upon Mrs. Penniman, the alb.u.m upon Winona, and the invigorator upon the now embarra.s.sed judge.
"Thank you, Wilbur, dear!" Mrs. Penniman was first to recover her poise.
"Thanks ever so much," echoed Winona, doubtfully.
She must first know that he had come by this money righteously. The judge adjusted spectacles to read the label on his gift.
"Thank you, my boy. The stuff may give me temporary relief."
He had felt affronted that any one could suppose one bottle of anything would make a new man of him; and--inconsistently enough--affronted that any one should suppose he needed to be made a new man of. He had not liked the phrase at all.
"And now perhaps you will tell us----" began Winona, her lips again tightening. But the Wilbur twin could not yet be brought down to mere history.
"This is an awful fighting dog," he was saying. "He"s called Frank, and he eats them up. Yes, sir, he nearly et up that old Boodles dog just now. He would of if I hadn"t stopped him. He minds awful well."
"Spent all _our_ money!" declaimed Merle in a public-school voice, using "our" for the first time since his defeat of the morning. Certain of Winona"s support, it had again become their money. "And cursing, swearing, fighting, smoking!"
"Oh, Wilbur!" exclaimed the shocked Winona; yet there was dismay more than rebuke in her tone, for she had brought the alb.u.m to view. "If you"ve been a bad boy perhaps I should not accept this lovely gift from you. Remember--we don"t yet know how you obtained all this money."
"Ho! I earned that money good! That old fat Mr. Whipple said I earned it good. He said he wouldn"t of done what I done----"
"Did, dear!"
"--wouldn"t of did what I did for twice the money."
"And what was it you did?"
Winona spoke gently, as a friend. But Wilbur rubbed one bare foot against and over the other. He was not going to tell that shameful thing, even to these people.
"Oh, I didn"t do much of anything," he muttered.
"But what was it?"
The judge interrupted.
"It says half a winegla.s.sful before meals. Daughter, will you bring me the winegla.s.s?"
The Pennimans kept a winegla.s.s. The judge found a corkscrew attached to the bottle, and sipped his draft under the absorbed regard of the group.
"It feels like it might give some temporary relief," he admitted, savoring the last drops.
"You go right down to the drug store and look at that picture; you"ll see then what it"ll do for you," urged the donor.
"What else did the Whipples say to you?" wheedled Winona.
The Wilbur twin again hung embarra.s.sed.
"Well--well, there"s a cruel stepmother, but now she wasn"t cruel to me.
She said I was a nice boy, and gave me back my pants."
"Gave you back--"
Winona enacted surprise.
"I had to have my pants, didn"t I? I couldn"t go out without any, could I? And she took me to a pantry and give me a big hunk of cake with raisins in it, and a big slice of apple pie, and a big gla.s.s of milk."
"I must say! And she never gave me a thing!" Merle"s bitterness grew.
"And she kissed me twice, and--and said I was a nice boy."
"You already said that," reminded the injured brother.
"And she didn"t act cruel to me once, even if she is a stepmother."
"But how did you come to be without your----"
Wilbur was again reprieved from her grilling. The Penniman cat, Mouser, a tawny, tigerish beast, had leaped to the porch. With set eyes and quivering tail it advanced crouchingly, one slow step at a time, noiseless, sinister. Only when poised for its final spring upon the helpless prey was it seen that Mouser stalked the blue jay on its perch.
Wilbur, with a cry of alarm, s.n.a.t.c.hed the treasure from peril. Mouser leaped to the porch railing to lick her lips in an evil manner.
"You will, will you?" Wilbur stormed at her. Yet he was pleased, too, for Mouser"s attempt was testimony to the bird"s merit. "She thought it was real," he said, proudly.
"But how did you come to have your clothes----" began Winona sweetly once more, and again the twin was saved from shuffling answers.
The dog, Frank, sniffing up timidly at Mouser on the porch rail, displeased her. From her perch she leaned down to curse him hissingly, with arched back and swollen tail, a potent forearm with drawn claws curving forward in menace.
"You will, will you?" demanded Wilbur again, freeing his legs from the leash in which the dismayed dog had entwined them.
Frank now fell on his back with limp paws in air and simpered girlishly up at his envenomed critic on the railing.
"We got to keep that old cat out the way. He eats "em up--that"s all he does, eats "em! It"s a good thing I was here to make him mind me."