"Couldn"t you bring up one--or two--to-morrow morning _early_, and make a place and tuck "em in here, under the step, and put back the sod, and fasten "em up?"
"What--_for_?" with wild amazement.
"I can"t do what I want to, just for an idea. It will make a noise, and I don"t feel sure enough. There had better be a kitten. I"ll tell you the rest to-morrow morning." And Ruth was up on her two little feet, and had given Stephen a kiss, and was back into the house, and round again to the balcony, before he could say another word.
Boys like a plan, though; especially a mysterious getting-up-early plan; and if it has cats in it, it is always funny. He made up his mind to be on hand.
Ruth was first, though. She kept her little bolt drawn all night, between her room and that of Barbara and Rose. At five o"clock, she went softly across the pa.s.sage to Stephen"s room, in her little wrapper and knit slippers. "I shall be ready in ten minutes," she whispered, right into his ear, and into his dream.
"Scat!" cried Stephen, starting up bewildered.
And Ruth "scatted."
Down on the front piazza, twenty minutes after, she superintended the tucking in of the kittens, and then told him to bring a mallet and wedge. She had been very particular to have the kittens put under at a precise place, though there was a ready-made hole farther on. The cat babies mewed and sprawled and dragged themselves at feeble length on their miserable little legs, as small blind kittiewinks are given to doing.
"They won"t go far," said Ruth. "Now, let"s take this board up."
"What--_for_?" cried Stephen, again.
"To get them out, of course," says Ruth.
"Well, if girls ain"t queer! Queerer than cats!"
"Hush!" said Ruth, softly. "I _believe_--but I don"t dare say a word yet--there"s something there!"
"Of course there is. Two little yowling--"
"Something we all want found, Steve," Ruth whispered, earnestly. "But I don"t know. Do hush! Make haste!"
Stephen put down his face to the crack, and took a peep. Rather a long serious peep. When he took his face back again, "I _see_ something,"
he said. "It"s white paper. Kind of white, that is. Do you suppose, Ruth--? My cracky! if you do!"
"We won"t suppose," said Ruth. "We"ll hammer."
Stephen knocked up the end of the board with the mallet, and then he got the wedge under and pried. Ruth pulled. Stephen kept hammering and prying, and Ruth held on to all he gained, until they slipped the wedge along gradually, to where the board was nailed again, to the middle joist or stringer. Then a few more vigorous strokes, and a little smart levering, and the nails loosened, and one good wrench lifted it from the inside timber and they slid it out from under the house-boarding.
Underneath lay a long, folded paper, much covered with drifts of dust, and speckled somewhat with damp. But it was a dry, sandy place, and weather had not badly injured it.
"Stephen, I am sure!" said Ruth, holding Stephen back by the arm.
"Don"t touch it, though! Let it be, right there. Look at that corner, that lies opened up a little. Isn"t that grandfather"s writing?"
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It lay deep down, and not directly under. They could scarcely have reached it with their hands. Stephen ran into the parlor, and brought out an opera-gla.s.s that was upon the table there.
"That"s bright of you, Steve!" cried Ruth.
Through the gla.s.s they discerned clearly the handwriting. They read the words, at the upturned corner,--"heirs after him."
"Lay the board back in its place," said Ruth. "It isn"t for us to meddle with any more. Take the kittens away." Ruth had turned quite pale.
Going down to the barn with Stephen, presently, carrying the two kittens in her arms, while he had the mallet and wedge,--
"Stephen," said she, "I"m going to do something on my own responsibility."
"I should think you had."
"O, that was nothing. I had to do that. I had to make sure before I said anything. But now,--I"m going to ask Uncle and Aunt Roderick to come over. They ought to be here, you know."
"Why! don"t you suppose they will believe, _now_?"
"Stephen Holabird! you"re a bad boy! No; of course it isn"t _that_."
Ruth kept right on from the barn, across the field, into the "old place."
Mrs. Roderick Holabird was out in the east piazza, watering her house plants, that stood in a row against the wall. Her cats always had their milk, and her plants their water, before she had her own breakfast. It was a good thing about Mrs. Roderick Holabird, and it was a good time to take her.
"Aunt Roderick," said Ruth, coming up, "I want you and Uncle to come over right after breakfast; or before, if you like; if you please."
It was rather sudden, but for the repeated "ifs."
"_You_ want!" said Mrs. Roderick in surprise. "Who sent you?"
"n.o.body. n.o.body knows but Stephen and me. Something is going to happen." Ruth smiled, as one who has a pleasant astonishment in store.
She smiled right up out of her heart-faith in Aunt Roderick and everybody.
"On the whole, I guess you"d better come right off,--_to_ breakfast!"
How boldly little Ruth took the responsibility! Mr. and Mrs. Roderick had not been over to our house for at least two months. It had seemed to happen so. Father always went there to attend to the "business."
The "papers" were all at grandfather"s. All but this one, that the "gale" had taken care of.
Uncle Roderick, hearing the voices, came out into the piazza.
"We want you over at our house," repeated Ruth. "Right off, now; there"s something you ought to see about."
"I don"t like mysteries," said Mrs. Roderick, severely, covering her curiosity; "especially when children get them up. And it"s no matter about the breakfast, either way. We can walk across, I suppose, Mr.
Holabird, and see what it is all about. Kittens, I dare say."
"Yes," said Ruth, laughing out; "it _is_ kittens, partly. Or was."
So we saw them, from mother"s room window, all coming along down the side-hill path together.
We always went out at the front door to look at the morning. Arctura had set the table, and baked the biscuits; we could breathe a little first breath of life, nowadays, that did not come out of the oven.
Father was in the door-way. Stephen stood, as if he had been put there, over the loose board, that we did not know was loose.
Ruth brought Uncle and Aunt Roderick up the long steps, and so around.
"Good morning," said father, surprised. "Why, Ruth, what is it?" And he met them right on that very loose board; and Stephen stood stock still, pertinaciously in the way, so that they dodged and blundered about him.