"We"re laughing at the house," cried Natalie. "It"s got its mouth open and the funniest look on its face. Come and see."
"Mo" nonsense," grunted mammy and slammed the door.
Then it was that the house seemed to withdraw suddenly into the primness of virginal white paint.
"That"s what it wanted," cried Natalie, excitedly--"just to get its mouth shut. O Mother, isn"t it an old _dear_?"
Stub Hollow had looked upon the new arrivals at Aunt Jed"s as summer people until they began to frequent Stub Hollow"s first and only Presbyterian church. Natalie, who like all people of charm, was many years younger inside than she was out, immediately perceived that the introduction of mammy in her best Sunday turban into that congregation would do a great deal toward destroying its comatose atmosphere. Like many another New England village church, Stub Hollow"s needed a jar and needed it badly. But it wasn"t the church that got the jar.
Upon the introduction of Gip into the family circle, it was conceded that there was no longer any reason why mammy should resign the benefits of communal worship. Consequently, with many a grunt,--for good food and better air had well nigh doubled her proportions,--mammy climbed from the veranda to the back seat of the cart and filled it. For a moment it seemed doubtful whether mammy or Gip would hold the ground, but Gip finally won out by clawing rapidly at the pebbly road and getting the advantage of the down grade.
Neither Natalie nor Mrs. Leighton ever knew just where it was they lost mammy, but it couldn"t have been far from the gate; for just as they were dipping into the wood half-way down the hill, Mrs. Leighton happened to glance back, missed mammy, and saw her stocky form waddling across the lawn toward the back of the house. Mrs. Leighton was also young inside. She said nothing.
When finally they drew up, with the a.s.sistance of three broad-shouldered swains, at the church, Natalie looked back and gasped,
"Mammy! Mother, where"s mammy?"
"You don"t suppose she could have got off to pick flowers, do you?"
asked Mrs. Leighton, softly.
"Why, _Mother_!" cried Natalie. "Do you know that mammy may be _killed_?
We"ll have to go straight back."
"No, we won"t," said Mrs. Leighton, flushing at her levity before the very portals of the church. "She"s all right. I looked back, and saw her crossing the lawn."
"Even so," said Natalie, severely, "I"m surprised at _you_." Then she laughed.
Church seemed very long that day, but at last they were out in the sunshine again and Gip was given her full head. No sooner had Zeke, the hired man, seized the bit than Natalie sprang from the cart and rushed to the kitchen. She found mammy going placidly about her business.
"Doan" yo" talk to me, chile," she burst out at sight of Natalie. "Doan"
yo" dast talk to me!"
Natalie threw her arms about her.
"You poor mammy," she murmured. "Aren"t you hurt?"
"Hurt!" snorted mammy. "Yo" mammy mought "a" been killed ef she didn"
carry her cushions along wif "er pu"sson."
CHAPTER XLIII
Six miles away from Aunt Jed"s, on the top of a hill overlooking the Housatonic Valley, stood the Leighton homestead, a fine old-fashioned house, now unoccupied save for a care-taking farmer and his wife, who farmed the Leighton acres on shares. The homestead belonged to Lewis"s father, and in the natural course of events was destined to become Lewis"s property.
Great was the excitement at Homestead Farm when a telegram arrived announcing the imminent arrival of owner and son.
"Land sakes! William," gasped Mrs. Tuck, "in two days! You"ll hev to send "em a telegram tellin" "em it can"t be done nohow. I told you my conscience was a-p.r.i.c.kin" me over the spring cleanin". Seems like Providence was a-jostlin" my elbow all these days, and I was jest too ornery to pay heed."
"In two days, it says," repeated William; "and we can"t send no telegram because there ain"t no address."
Tuck and his wife had no children. They occupied the kitchen for a living-room and the big bedroom over it at night. The main part of the house was shut up. The hired hands occupied rooms in the barn that had once been the quarters of a numerous stable force, for the Leightons had always gone in for horses, as two or three long-standing trotting records at neighboring county fairs gave evidence.
Mrs. Tuck was not long in facing the inevitable. First of all she commandeered all the labor on the farm; then she sent a call for aid to a couple of neighbors. Within an hour all the green shutters had swung wide on their creaking hinges, and the window-sashes were up. Out of the open windows poured some dust and a great deal of commotion. Before night the big house was spick and span from garret to cellar.
"Does seem to me," said Mrs. Tuck, as she placed a very sc.r.a.ppy supper before William, "like dust is as human as guinea pigs. Where you say it can"t get in, it jest breeds."
"Now you sit down and take it easy, Mrs. Tuck," said William, who had married late in life and never got on familiar terms with his wife. "I reckon them men-folks ain"t so took with reddin" up as you think they be."
"Oh, I know," said the tired, but by no means exhausted, Mrs. Tuck, "I ain"t forgettin" their innards, ef thet"s what you"re thinkin" of. You just tell Silas to kill four broilers, an" I"ll clean "em to-night.
Thet"ll give me a start, and to-morow I c"n do a few dozen pies. I _hev_ got some mince-meat, thank goodness! an" you c"n get me in some of them early apples in the morning. Seems like I"m not going to sleep a wink for thinkin"."
Lewis and Leighton did not motor from New York to the Homestead Farm, as ten years later they might have done. Motors, while common, were still in that stage of development which made them a frequent source of revenue to the farmer with a stout team of horses. Consequently it was by train that they arrived at Leighton"s home station--a station that had grown out of all recognition since last he had seen it.
However, he himself had not grown out of recognition. A lank figure of a man, red-cheeked, white-bearded, slouch-hatted, and in his shirt-sleeves, stepped forward and held out a h.o.r.n.y hand.
"Well, Glen, how be ye? Sure am glad to see ye back."
"Me, too," said Leighton, grinning and flushing with pleasure. "Come here, Lew. Shake hands with Mr. Tuck."
"Well, I swan!" chuckled William as he crushed Lewis"s knuckles. "Guess you don"t recollec" ridin" on my knee, young feller?"
"No, I don"t," said Lewis, and smiled into the old man"s moist blue eyes.
"And who he this?" asked William, turning toward Nelton.
"That? Oh, that"s Nelton," said Lewis.
"Glad to meet ye, Mr. Nelton. Put it thar!" said William, holding out a vast hand.
For an instant Nelton paused, then, with set teeth and the air of one who comes to grips with an electric battery, he laid his fingers in Mr.
Tuck"s grasp. "Huh!" remarked William, "ye ain"t got much grip. Wait tell we"ve stuffed ye with b.u.t.termilk "n" pies "n" victuals "n" things."
Nelton said not a word, but cast an agonized look at Leighton, who came to his aid.
"Now, William, what have you brought down?"
"Well, Glen, there"s me an" the kerryall for the folks, an" Silas here with the spring-wagon for the trunks."
"Good," said Leighton. "Here, Silas, take these checks and look after Mr. Nelton. Lew and I will go in the carryall."
"Fancy your governor a-pullin" of my leg!" murmured Nelton, presumably to Lewis, but apparently to s.p.a.ce. "Why don"t "e tell this old josser as I"m a menial, and be done with it."
Old William started, stared at Nelton, then at Leighton. He walked off toward the carryall, scratching his head.
"What is it?" he asked Lewis, in a loud whisper.