"You have to guess, it"s a guessing show."
Then came Beth in her j.a.panese costume, fanning vigorously.
Nan followed in a Turkey red calico wrapper, beloved of "Vada"s heart.
She tumbled down every two or three steps, which might have been the fault of the wrapper, or part of the show.
Last of all was Bobby, very hot and sweaty, in a moth-ball smelling fur rug, and ringing a bell.
"It looks like the four seasons," said mother.
"O mother, but you are smart," said Ethelwyn; "we thought you couldn"t possibly guess, so we were going to charge you another nickel!" she continued in a disappointed voice.
"I will pay it for guessing," said mother, laughing.
"I"m spring, all dressed in green, and I spring when I walk," said Ethelwyn beginning again.
"I"m summer," said Beth fanning.
"And I"m fall," said Nan, tumbling down, "that hurts the worst," she added with pride.
"I"m Christmas," said Bobby, "and I know now why it doesn"t come in summer. My! I"m hot!" he continued, mopping his brow.
"I"m Fourth of July," said Beth.
"And I"m Thanksgiving and turkey--"
"There isn"t a thing but April fool in spring, I do believe," said Ethelwyn, disgusted.
"Decoration Day, Arbor Day, and May Day," said mother. "It was a fine show, and the sun is out. You may go down now, and buy peanuts with your money."
_CHAPTER XIV_ _The Wedding and the Visit_
Out in the country, G.o.d"s flowers bravely grow.
And all the dusty wayside is edged with golden glow;
They were up in the nursery the next morning, having a wedding. A doll had opportunely lost her wig, and that always meant a good deal of excitement for the wigless one, for she was at once put to bed, and given medicine through the opening on top of the head, or made into a boy doll.
This last happened now; poor cracked and dead Billy Boy"s wig was jauntily glued on the wigless head, and the late Janet became Lord Jimmy, and was in the process of being wedded to Arabella, the walking, talking doll from Paris.
They were propped up in the doll house, and Beth was marrying them.
"Lord Jimmy," she said, "wilt thou marry Arabella and n.o.body else and be her quilt in time of trouble--?"
"A quilt!" said Ethelwyn. "What"s that?"
"A comfort then," said Beth with dignity, "or something like that.
Anyway I wish you wouldn"t talk in the middle of the wedding--and give her clothes, and things to eat, eh? Make him nod "yes," sister." So Ethelwyn, reaching out an energetic hand, clutched the bridegroom by the waist and made him bow so low, that his freshly-glued wig came off.
"O, for goodness sake, sister," said Beth, in an exasperated tone, "I never knew any one that could upset things like you--"
But their mother was heard calling them, in a way that meant something nice, so the poor bald-headed bridegroom and his wig were left at the feet of the haughty Arabella, who stared rigidly at the landscape outside, and tried not to see him.
"We are going to drive out to Grandmother Van Stark"s to spend the day, and perhaps a little longer," said mother.
"Oh won"t that be the nicest thing!" they cried in a breath. "Who can go on the pony?"
"Ethelwyn may ride out, and Beth back," said mother.
"I"ve always been so thankful to think you weren"t born a _no_ and _don"t_ mother," said Ethelwyn, hugging her. "Are we going right away?"
"Right away."
Sure enough there was Joe leading Nink.u.m, their own pony. Mother and Beth were to go in the phaeton.
All the way out they played games with the trees and flowers. Ethelwyn rode alongside the phaeton.
They counted the spots they pa.s.sed that were purple with thistles, and they were many. Others were pink and white with clover and daisies.
Their mother told them the story of the Field of the Cloth of Gold, when they drove down the lane bordered with golden Spanish needles.
But they enjoyed the missing word game the most, because it was new.
"It"s your turn to make up a game, mother," said Beth.
"I will give you lines that rhyme, only I will leave off the last word, after the first line," said mother, "and you must guess what that word is."
"There was a man rode to the mill.
The road ran steeply up the--"
"Hill," cried Beth.
"Yes; now let sister guess the next."
He stopped beside a flowing--"
"Rill?" asked Ethelwyn, after thinking awhile.
"Yes."
"This horse was dry, so drank his--"
"Fill."
"Along there came a girl named--"