"I never went to the graveyard, but I know where it is, and I know about people"s being buried. Flossy is going to be buried. And so the white stone shows the places where the people are put, and tells their names, does it? Why, it is a kind of a doorplate, after all, don"t you see? Who is Martha c.u.mmins, aged 17?"
"She was Miss Vildy"s sister, and she went to the city, and then come home and died here, long years ago. Miss Vildy set great store by her, and can"t bear to have her name spoke; so remember what I say. Now, this "Flossy" you tell me about (of all the fool names I ever hearn tell of, that beats all,--sounds like a wax doll, with her clo"se sewed on!), was she a young woman?"
"I don"t know whether she was young or not," said Tim, in a puzzled tone. "She had young yellow hair, and very young shiny teeth, white as china; but her neck was crackled underneath, like Miss Vilda"s;--it had no kissing places in it like Gay"s."
"Well, you stay here in the kitchen a spell now, "n" don"t let in that rag-dog o" yourn till he stops scratching if he keeps it up till the crack o" doom;--he"s got to be learned better manners. Now, I"ll go in "n" talk to Miss Vildy. She may keep you over night, "n" she may not; I ain"t noways sure. You started in wrong foot foremost."
SCENE VI.
_The White Farm. Evening._
TIMOTHY, LADY GAY, AND RAGS PROVE FAITHFUL TO EACH OTHER.
Samantha went into the sitting-room and told the whole story to Miss Avilda; told it simply and plainly, for she was not given to arabesques in language, and then waited for a response.
"Well, what do you advise doin"?" asked Miss c.u.mmins nervously.
"I don"t feel comp"tent to advise, Vilda; the house ain"t mine, nor yet the beds that"s in it, nor the victuals in the b.u.t.t"ry; but as a professin" Christian and member of the Orthodox Church in good and reg"lar standin" you can"t turn "em ou"doors when it"s comin" on dark and they ain"t got no place to sleep."
"Plenty of good Orthodox folks turned their backs on Martha when she was in trouble."
"There may be Orthodox hogs, for all I know," replied the blunt Samantha, who frequently called spades shovels in her search after absolute truth of statement, "but that ain"t no reason why we should copy after "em "s I know of."
"I don"t propose to take in two strange children and saddle myself with "em for days, or weeks, perhaps," said Miss c.u.mmins coldly, "but I tell you what I will do. Supposing we send the boy over to Squire Bean"s.
It"s near hayin" time, and he may take him in to help round and do ch.o.r.es. Then we"ll tell him before he goes that we"ll keep the baby as long as he gets a chance to work anywheres near. That will give us a chance to look round for some place for "em and find out whether they"ve told us the truth."
"And if Squire Bean won"t take him?" asked Samantha, with as much cold indifference as she could a.s.sume.
"Well, I suppose there"s nothing for it but he must come back here and sleep. I"ll go out and tell him so,--I declare I feel as weak as if I"d had a spell of sickness!"
Timothy bore the news better than Samantha had feared. Squire Bean"s farm did not look so very far away; his heart was at rest about Gay and he felt that he could find a shelter for himself somewhere.
"Now, how"ll the baby act when she wakes up and finds you"re gone?"
inquired Miss Vilda anxiously, as Timothy took his hat and bent down to kiss the sleeping child.
"Well, I don"t know exactly," answered Timothy, "because she"s always had me, you see. But I guess she"ll be all right, now that she knows you a little, and if I can see her every day. She never cries except once in a long while when she gets mad; and if you"re careful how you behave, she"ll hardly ever get mad at you."
"Well I vow!" exclaimed Miss Vilda with a grim glance at Samantha, "I guess she"d better do the behavin"."
So Timothy was shown the way across the fields to Squire Bean"s.
Samantha accompanied him to the back gate, where she gave him three doughnuts and a sneaking kiss, watching him out of sight under the pretense of taking the towels and napkins off the gra.s.s.
It was nearly nine o"clock and quite dark when Timothy stole again to the little gate of the White Farm. The feet that had traveled so courageously over the mile walk to Squire Bean"s had come back again slowly and wearily; for it is one thing to be shod with the sandals of hope, and quite another to tread upon the leaden soles of disappointment.
He leaned upon the white picket gate listening to the chirp of the frogs and looking at the fireflies as they hung their gleaming lamps here and there in the tall gra.s.s. Then he crept round to the side door, to implore the kind offices of the mediator before he entered the presence of the judge whom he a.s.sumed to be sitting in awful state somewhere in the front part of the house. He lifted the latch noiselessly and entered. Oh horror! Miss Avilda herself was sprinkling clothes at the great table on one side of the room. There was a moment of silence.
"He wouldn"t have me," said Timothy simply, "he said I wasn"t big enough yet. I offered him Gay, too, but he didn"t want her either, and if you please, I would rather sleep on the sofa so as not to be any more trouble."
"You won"t do any such thing," responded Miss Vilda briskly. "You"ve got a royal welcome this time sure, and I guess you can earn your lodging fast enough. You hear that?" and she opened the door that led into the upper part of the house.
A piercing shriek floated down into the kitchen, and another on the heels of that, and then another. Every drop of blood in Timothy"s spare body rushed to his pale grave face. "Is she being whipped?" he whispered, with set lips.
"No; she needs it bad enough, but we ain"t savages. She"s only got the pretty temper that matches her hair, just as you said. I guess we haven"t been behavin" to suit her."
"Can I go up? She"ll stop in a minute when she sees me. She never went to bed without me before, and truly, truly, she"s not a cross baby!"
"Come right along and welcome; just so long as she has to stay you"re invited to visit with her. Land sakes! the neighbors will think we"re killin" pigs!" and Miss Vilda started upstairs to show Timothy the way.
Gay was sitting up in bed and the faithful Samantha Ann was seated beside her with a lapful of useless bribes,--apples, seed-cakes, an ill.u.s.trated Bible, a thermometer, an ear of red corn, and a large stuffed green bird, the glory of the "keeping room" mantelpiece.
But a whole aviary of highly colored songsters would not have a.s.suaged Gay"s woe at that moment. Every effort at conciliation was met with the one plaint: "I want my Timfy! I want my Timfy!"
At the first sight of the beloved form, Gay flung the sacred bird into the furthest corner of the room and burst into a wild sob of delight, as she threw herself into Timothy"s loving arms.
Fifteen minutes later peace had descended on the troubled homestead, and Samantha went into the sitting-room and threw herself into the depths of the high-backed rocker. "Land o" liberty! perhaps I ain"t het-up!" she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, as she wiped the sweat of honest toil from her brow and fanned herself vigorously with her ap.r.o.n. "I tell you what, at five o"clock I was dreadful sorry I hadn"t took Dave Milliken, but now I"m plaguey glad I didn"t! Still" (and here she tried to smooth the green bird"s ruffled plumage and restore him to his perch under the revered gla.s.s case), "still, children will be children."
"Some of "em"s considerable more like wild cats," said Miss Avilda briefly.
"You just go upstairs now, and see if you find anything that looks like wild cats; but "t any rate, wild cats or tame cats, we would n"t da.s.s turn "em ou"doors this time o" night for fear of flyin" in the face of Providence. If it"s a stint He"s set us, I don"t see but we"ve got to work it out somehow."
"I"d rather have some other stint."
"To be sure!" retorted Samantha vigorously. "I never see anybody yet that didn"t want to pick out her own stint; but mebbe if we got just the one we wanted it wouldn"t be no stint! Land o" liberty, what"s that!"
There was a crash of falling tin pans, and Samantha flew to investigate the cause. About ten minutes later she returned, more heated than ever, and threw herself for the second time into the high-backed rocker.
"That dog"s been givin" me a chase, I can tell you! He clawed and scratched so in the shed that I put him in the wood-house; and he went and clim" up on that carpenter"s bench, and pitched out that little winder at the top, and fell on to the milk-pan shelf and scattered every last one of "em, and then upsot all my cans of termatter plants. But I couldn"t find him, high nor low. All to once I see by the dirt on the floor that he"d squirmed himself through the skeeter-nettin" door int"
the house, and then I surmised where he was. Sure enough, I crep"
upstairs and there he was, layin" between the two children as snug as you please. He was snorin" like a pirate when I found him, but when I stood over the bed with a candle I could see "t his wicked little eyes was wide open, and he was jest makin" b"lieve sleep in hopes I"d leave him where he was. Well, I yanked him out quicker "n scat, "n" locked him in the old chicken house, so I guess he"ll stay out, now. For folks that claim to be no blood relation, I declare him "n" the boy "n" the baby beats anything I ever come across for bein" fond of one "nother!"
There were dreams at the White Farm that night. Timothy went to sleep with a prayer on his lips; a prayer that G.o.d would excuse him for speaking of Martha"s doorplate, and a most imploring postscript to the effect that G.o.d would please make Miss Vilda into a mother for Gay; thinking as he floated off into the land of Nod, "It"ll be awful hard work, but I don"t suppose He cares how hard "t is!"
Lady Gay dreamed of driving beautiful white horses beside sparkling waters ... and through flowery meadows ... And great green birds perched on all the trees and flew towards her as if to peck the cherries of her lips ... but when she tried to beat them off they all turned into Timothys and she hugged them close to her heart ...
Rags" visions were gloomy, for he knew not whether the Lady with the Firm Hand would free him from his prison in the morning, or whether he was there for all time ... But there were intervals of bliss when his fancies took a brighter turn ... when Hope smiled ... and he bit the white cat"s tail ... and chased the infant turkeys ... and found sweet, juicy, delicious bones in unexpected places ... and even inhaled, in exquisite antic.i.p.ation, the fragrance of one particularly succulent bone that he had hidden under Miss Vilda"s bed.
Sleep carried Samantha so many years back into the past that she heard the blithe din of carpenters hammering and sawing on a little house that was to be hers, his, _theirs_. ... And as she watched them, with all sorts of maidenly hopes about the home that was to be ... some one stole up behind and caught her at it, and she ran away blushing ... and some one followed her ... and they watched the carpenters together. ...
Somebody else lived in the little house now, and Samantha never blushed any more, but that part was mercifully hidden in the dream.
Miss Vilda"s slumber was troubled. She seemed to be walking through peaceful meadows, brown with autumn, when all at once there rose in the path steep hills and rocky mountains ... She felt too tired and too old to climb, but there was nothing else to be done ... And just as she began the toilsome ascent, a little child appeared, and catching her helplessly by the skirts implored to be taken with her ... And she refused and went on alone ... but, miracle of miracles, when she reached the crest of the first hill the child was there before her, still beseeching to be carried ... And again she refused, and again she wearily climbed the heights alone, always meeting the child when she reached their summits, and always enacting the same scene.... At last she cried in despair, "Ask me no more, for I have not even strength enough for my own needs!" ... And the child said, "I will help you;" and straightway crept into her arms and nestled there as one who would not be denied ... and she took up her burden and walked.... And as she climbed the weight grew lighter and lighter, till at length the clinging arms seemed to give her peace and strength ... and when she neared the crest of the highest mountain she felt new life throbbing in her veins and new hopes stirring in her heart, and she remembered no more the pain and weariness of her journey.... And all at once a bright angel appeared to her and traced the letters of a word upon her forehead and took the child from her arms and disappeared.... And the angel had the lovely smile and sad eyes of Martha ... and the word she traced on Miss Vilda"s forehead was "Inasmuch"!