First he stepped to the cupboard, and after examining its contents he drew out a mutton-bone (which had been put away for Bruin), a hunch of bread, and a cranberry tart, on which he proceeded to make a hearty meal, without troubling himself about knife or fork. He ate hurriedly, looking about him the while,--though, curiously enough, he saw neither of the two pairs of bright eyes which were following his every movement.
The parrot on her perch sat motionless, not a feather stirring; the racc.o.o.n under the table lay crouched against the wall, as still as if he were carved in stone. Even the kettle had stopped singing, and only sent out a low, perturbed murmur from time to time.
His meal finished, the rascal--his confidence increasing as the moments went by without interruption--proceeded to warm himself well by the fire, and then on tiptoe to walk about the room, peering into cupboards and lockers, opening boxes and pulling out drawers. The parrot"s blood boiled with indignation at the sight of this "unfeathered vulture," as she mentally termed him, ransacking all the Madam"s tidy and well-kept stores; but when he opened the drawer in which lay the six silver teaspoons (the pride of the cottage), and the porringer that Toto had inherited from his great-grandfather,--when he opened this drawer, and with a low whistle of satisfaction drew the precious treasures from their resting-place, Miss Mary could contain herself no longer, but clapped her wings and cried in a clear distinct voice, "Stop thief!"
The man started violently, and dropping the silver back into the drawer, looked about him in great alarm. At first he saw no one, but presently his eyes fell on the parrot, who sat boldly facing him, her yellow eyes gleaming with anger. His terror changed to fury, and with a muttered oath he stepped forward.
"It was you, was it?" he said fiercely. "You"ll never say "Stop thief"
again, my fine bird, for I"ll wring your neck before I"m half a minute older."
[Ill.u.s.tration: But at this last mishap the robber, now fairly beside himself, rushed headlong from the cottage.--PAGE 163.]
He stretched his hand toward the parrot, who for her part prepared to fly at him and fight for her life; but at that moment something happened. There was a rushing in the air; there was a yell as if a dozen wild-cats had broken loose, and a heavy body fell on the robber"s back,--a body which had teeth and claws (an endless number of claws, it seemed, and all as sharp as daggers); a body which yelled and scratched and bit and tore, till the ruffian, half mad with terror and pain, yelled louder than his a.s.sailant. Vainly trying to loosen the clutch of those iron claws, the wretch staggered backward against the hob. Was it accident, or did the kettle by design give a plunge, and come down with a crash, sending a stream of boiling water over his legs? Who can tell? It was a remarkable kettle. But at this last mishap the robber, now fairly beside himself, rushed headlong from the cottage, and still bearing his terrible burden, fled screaming down the road.
At the same moment the door of the grandmother"s room was opened hurriedly, and the old lady cried, in a trembling voice, "What has happened? What is it? c.o.o.n! Mary! are you here?"
"I am here, Madam!" replied the parrot, quickly. "c.o.o.n has--has just stepped out, with--in fact, with an acquaintance. He will be back directly, no doubt."
"But that fearful noise!" said the grandmother. "Was that--"
"The acquaintance, dear Madam!" replied Miss Mary, calmly. "He was excited!--about something, and he raised his voice, I confess, higher than good breeding usually allows. Yes. Have you had a pleasant nap?"
The good old lady, still much mystified, though her fears were set at rest by the parrot"s quiet confidence, returned to her room to put on her cap, and to smooth the pretty white curls which her Toto loved. No sooner was the door closed than the squirrel, who had been fairly dancing up and down with curiosity and eagerness, opened a fire of questions:--
"Who was it? What happened? What did he want? Who knocked down the kettle? Why didn"t you want Madam to know?" etc.
Miss Mary entered into a full account of the thrilling adventure, and had but just finished it when in walked the racc.o.o.n, his eyes sparkling, his tail c.o.c.ked in its airiest way.
"Well?" cried the parrot, eagerly, "is he gone?"
"Yes, my dear, he is gone!" replied c.o.o.n, gayly. "Oh, dear me! what a pleasant ride I have had! Why didn"t you come too, Miss Mary? You might have held on by his hair. It would have been such fun! Yes, I went on quite a good bit with him, just to show him the way, you know. And then I bade him good-by, and begged him to come again; but he didn"t say he would."
c.o.o.n shook himself, and fairly chuckled with glee, as did also his two companions; but presently Miss Mary, quitting her perch, flew to the table, and holding out her claw to the racc.o.o.n, said gravely:--
"c.o.o.n, you have saved my life, and perhaps the Madam"s and Cracker"s too. Give me your paw, and receive my warmest thanks for your timely aid. We have not been the best of friends, lately," she added, "but I trust all will be different now. And the next time you are invited to a party, if you fancy a feather or so to complete your toilet, you have only to mention it, and I shall be happy to oblige you."
"And for my part, Miss Mary," responded the racc.o.o.n warmly, "I beg you to consider me the humblest of your servants from this day forth. If you fancy any little relish, such as snails or fat spiders, as a change from your every-day diet, it will be a pleasure to me to procure them for you. Beauty," he continued, with his most gallant bow, "is enchanting, and valor is enrapturing; but beauty and valor _combined_, are--"
"Oh, come!" said the squirrel, who felt rather crusty, perhaps, because he had not seen the fun, and so did not care for the fine speeches, "stop bowing and sc.r.a.ping to each other, you two, and let us put this distracted-looking room in order before Madam comes in again. Pick up the kettle, will you, c.o.o.n? Look! the water is running all over the floor."
The racc.o.o.n did not answer, being apparently very busy setting the chairs straight; so Cracker repeated his request, in a sharper voice.
"Do you hear me, c.o.o.n? Please pick up that kettle. I cannot do it myself, for it is twice as big as I am, but I should think you could lift it easily, now that it is empty."
The racc.o.o.n threw a perturbed glance at the kettle, and then said in a tone which tried to be nonchalant, "Oh! the kettle is all right. It will get up, I suppose, when it feels like it. If it should ask me to help it, of course I would; but perhaps it may prefer the floor for a change.
I--I often lie on the floor, myself," he added.
The squirrel stared. "What do you mean?" he said. "It isn"t alive! Toto said it wasn"t."
The racc.o.o.n beckoned him aside, and said in a low tone, "My good Cracker, Toto _says_ a great many things, and no doubt he thinks they are all true. But he is a young boy, and, let me tell you, he does _not_ know everything in the world. If that thing is not alive, why did it jump off its seat just at the critical moment, and pour hot water over the robber"s legs?"
"Did it?" exclaimed the squirrel, much impressed.
"Yes, it did!" replied the racc.o.o.n, emphatically. "I saw it with these eyes. And I don"t deny that it was a great help, Cracker, and that I was very glad the kettle did it. But see, now! when a creature has no more self-respect than to lie there for a quarter of an hour, with its head on the other side of the room, without making the smallest attempt to get up and put itself together again, why, I tell you frankly _I_ don"t feel much like a.s.sisting it. You never knew one of _us_ to behave in that sort of way, did you, now?"
"N-n-no!" said Cracker, doubtfully. "But then, if any of us were to lose our heads, we should be dead, shouldn"t we?"
"Exactly!" cried the racc.o.o.n, triumphantly. "And when that thing loses its head, it _isn"t_ dead. That"s just the difference. It can go without its head for an hour! I"ve seen it, when Toto took it off--the head, I mean--and forgot to put it on again. I tell you, it just _pretends_ to be dead, so that it can be taken care of, and carried about like a baby, and given water whenever it is thirsty. A secret, underhand, sly creature, I call it, and I sha"n"t touch it to put its head on again!"
And that was all the thanks the kettle got for its pains.
CHAPTER X.
WHEN Toto came home, as he did just when night was closing in around the little cottage, he was whistling merrily, as usual; and the first sound of his clear and tuneful whistle brought c.o.o.n, Cracker, and Miss Mary all running to the door, to greet, to tell, and to warn him. The boy listened wide-eyed to the story of the attempted robbery, and at the end of it he drew a long breath of relief.
"I am _so_ glad you didn"t let Granny know!" he cried. "That was clever of you. She never would have slept quietly again. And, I say! what a good fellow you are, c.o.o.n! Shake paws, old boy! And Miss Mary, you are a trump, and I would give you a golden nose-ring like your Princess"s if you had a nose to wear it on. To think of you two defending the castle, and putting the enemy to flight, horse, foot, and dragoons!"
"What is dragoons?" asked the parrot, gravely. "I don"t think he had any about him, unless it was concealed. He had no horse, either; but he had two feet,--and very ugly ones they were. He danced on them when the kettle poured hot water over his legs,--danced higher than ever you did, Toto."
"Did he?" laughed Toto, who was in high spirits. "Ha! ha! I am delighted to hear it. But," he added, "it is so dark that you do not see our guest, whom I have brought home for a little visit. Where are you, Jim Crow? Come here and be introduced to the family!"
Thus adjured, the crow hopped solemnly forward, and made his best bow to the three inmates, who in turn saluted him, each after his or her fashion. The racc.o.o.n was gracious and condescending, the squirrel familiar and friendly, the parrot frigidly polite, though inwardly resenting that a crow should be presented to her,--to _her_, the favorite attendant of the late lamented Princess of Central Africa,--without her permission having been asked first. As for the crow, he stood on one leg and blinked at them all in a manner which meant a great deal or nothing at all, just as you chose to take it.
"Distinguished persons!" he said, gravely, "it is with pleasure that I make your acquaintance. May this day be the least happy of your lives!
Lady Parrot," he added, addressing himself particularly to Miss Mary, "grant me the honor of leading you within. The evening air is chill for one so delicate and fragile."
Miss Mary, highly delighted at being addressed by such a stately t.i.tle as "Lady Parrot," relaxed at once the severity of her mien, and gracefully sidled into the house in company with the sable-clad stranger, while Toto and the two others followed, much amused.
After a hearty supper, in the course of which Toto related as much of his and Bruin"s adventures in the hermit"s cave as he thought proper, the whole family gathered around the blazing hearth. Toto brought the pan of apples and the dish of nuts; the grandmother took up her knitting, and said, with a smile: "And who will tell us a story, this evening? We have had none for two evenings now, and it is high time that we heard something new. Cracker, my dear, is it not your turn?"
"I think it is," said the squirrel, hastily cramming a couple of very large nuts into his cheek-pouches, "and if you like, I will tell you a story that Mrs. Cow told me a day or two ago. It is about a cow that jumped over the moon."
"What!" cried Toto. "Why, I"ve known that story ever since I was a baby!
And it isn"t a story, either, it"s a rhyme,--
"Hey diddle diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow--"
"Yes, yes! I know, Toto," interrupted the squirrel. "She told me that, too, and said it was a pack of lies, and that people like you didn"t know anything about the real truth of the matter. So now, if you will just listen to me, I will tell you how it really happened."
THE MOON-CALF.
There once was a young cow, and she had a calf.
"And that"s half!" said Toto, in rather a provoking manner.