CHAPTER XVIII.
VINNIE"S NEW BROOM.
Returning from his interview with Mr. Peakslow, Jack drove up on the roadside before the "castle," asked Rufe to hold the horse a minute, and ran to the door to bid Vinnie good by.
"Here, Link!" Rufe called, "stand by this horse!"
"I can"t," answered Link from the wood-pile, "I"ve got to get some wood, to make a fire, to heat some water, to dip the chickens, to loosen their feathers, and then to cook "em for dinner."
"Never mind the wood and the chickens and feathers! Come along!"
"I guess I _will_ mind, and I guess I _won"t_ come along, for you, or anybody, for _she_ asked me to."
"She? Who?"
"Aunt Vinnie; and, I tell you, she"s real slick." And Link slashed away at the wood with an axe; for that was the Betterson style,--to saw and split the sticks only as the immediate necessities of the house required.
Rufe might have hitched the horse, but he was not a fellow to give himself any trouble that could well be avoided; and just then he saw Wad coming out of the yard with two pails.
Wad, being cordially invited to stay and hold the horse, also declined, except on condition that Rufe should himself go at once to the spring for water.
"Seems to me you"re in a terrible pucker for water!" said Rufe. "Two pails? what"s the row, Wad?" For it was the time-honored custom of the boys to put off going for water as long as human patience could endure without it, and never, except in great emergencies, to take two pails.
"_She_ asked me to, and of course I"d go for _her_," said Wad. "She has gone into that old kitchen, and, I tell you, she"ll make things buzz!"
Meanwhile Jack had gone straight to the said kitchen,--much to Mrs.
Betterson"s dismay,--and found Vinnie in a neat brown dress, with ap.r.o.n on and sleeves pinned up. He thought he had never seen her look so bright and beautiful.
"At work so soon!" he exclaimed.
"The sooner the better," she replied. "Don"t look around you; my sister is sick, you know."
"I won"t hinder you a minute," Jack said. "I just ran in to tell you the good news about my horse,--though I suppose you"ve heard that from the boys,--and to say good by,--and one word more!" lowering his voice. "If anything happens,--if it isn"t pleasant for you to be here, you know,--there is a home at Mrs. Lanman"s; it will be always waiting for you."
"I thank you and Mrs. Lanman very much!" said Vinnie, with a trembling lip. "But I mean to _make_ things pleasant here," a smile breaking through the momentary trouble of her face.
Jack declined an urgent invitation to stay and see what sort of a dinner she could get.
"By the way," he whispered, as she followed him to the door, "who carried in that trunk?" When she told him, he was hugely delighted. "You will get along! Here comes Rufe. Rufus, this is your Aunt Vinnie."
Rufus (who had finally got Chokie to hold the horse"s halter) blushed to the roots of his hair at meeting his relative, and finding her so very youthful (I think it has already been said that the aunt was younger than the nephew), and altogether so fresh and charming in her ap.r.o.n and pinned-up sleeves.
She smilingly gave him her hand, which he took rather awkwardly, and said,--
"How d" "e do, Aunt Lavinia. I suppose I must call you _aunt_."
"Call me just Vinnie; the idea of my being _aunt_ to young men like you!"
There was a little constraint on both sides, which Link relieved by pushing between them with a big armful of wood.
"Well, good by," said Jack. "She will need a little looking after, Rufus; see that she doesn"t work too hard."
"_You_ are not going to work hard for _us_!" said Rufus, with some feeling, after Jack was gone.
"That depends," Vinnie replied. "_You_ can make things easy for me, as I am sure you will."
"Of course; just let me know if they don"t go right. Call on Link or Wad for anything; make "em stand round."
Vinnie smiled at Rufe"s willingness to have his brothers brought into the line of discipline.
"They are both helping me now. But I find there are no potatoes in the house, and I"ve been wondering who would get them. Lill says they are to be dug in the field, and that she digs them sometimes; but that seems too bad!"
"That"s when Wad and Link--there"s no need of _her_--I don"t believe in girls digging potatoes!" Rufe stammered.
"O, but you know," cried Lill, "sometimes we shouldn"t have any potatoes for dinner if I didn"t go and dig them! I don"t care, only it"s such hard work!"
Vinnie looked admiringly at the bright, brave little girl. Rufe colored redder than ever, and said,--
"Don"t _you_, now, do such a thing! Only let me know in season what"s wanted; I"ll be after those boys with a sharp stick!"
Vinnie couldn"t help laughing.
"So, when we"re going to want a handful of wood, a pail of water, or a basket of potatoes, I am to go for you, and you will go for the boys, and drive them up with your sharp stick! I don"t think I shall like that. Wouldn"t it be better for you to see that there are always potatoes in the bin, and wood in the box, and other things on hand that you know will be needed?"
It was perhaps quite as much her winning way as the good sense of this appeal which made it irresistible.
"Of course it would be better! I"ll get you a basket of potatoes now, and some green corn, and I"ll look out for the water and wood."
"O, thank you!" said Vinnie. "That will make things so much easier and pleasanter for all of us!"
The potatoes and corn were got with a cheerful alacrity which quite astonished Rufe"s mother and sisters.
The inertia of a large body being thus overcome, that well-known property of matter tended to keep Rufus still in motion; and while Vinnie, with Lill"s help, was getting the dinner ready, he might have been seen approaching the wood-pile with an eye to business.
"See here, Wad! This wood is pretty dry now; don"t you think it had better be cut up and got in before there comes a rain?"
"Yes, s"pose "t would be a good idea."
"We ought to be ashamed," Rufe went on, "to have _her_ calling for a handful of wood every time it"s wanted, or going out to hack a little for herself, if we"re not around; for she"ll do it."
"I s"pose so," Wad a.s.sented. "Why don"t you go to work and cut it up?
I"ll sit down on a log and whittle, and keep you company."
"Pshaw! don"t talk that way. I"ll go to work at it if you will. Come!