Suchamerrytimeastheyhad!runningandshouting,sendingupthekitesorpullingthemdown,watchingtheiranticsintheair,andfeelingthemtugatthestringlikelivecreaturestryingtoescape。Nanwasquitewildwiththefun,Daisythoughtthenewplaynearlyasinterestingasdolls,andlittleBesswassofondofher“bootite,“thatshewouldonlyletitgoonveryshortflights,preferringtoholditinherlapandlookattheremarkablepicturespaintedonitbyTommy’sdashingbrush。Mrs。
  Joenjoyedhersimmensely,anditactedasifitknewwhoownedit,foritcametumblingdownheadfirstwhenleastexpected,caughtontrees,nearlypitchedintotheriver,andfinallydartedawaytosuchaheightthatitlookedamerespeckamongtheclouds。
  Byandbyeveryonegottired,andfasteningthekite-stringstotreesandfences,allsatdowntorest,exceptMr。Bhaer,whowentofftolookatthecows,withTeddyonhisshoulder。
  “Didyoueverhavesuchagoodtimeasthisbefore?“askedNat,astheylayaboutonthegrass,nibblingpennyroyallikeaflockofsheep。
  “NotsinceIlastflewakite,yearsago,whenIwasagirl,“answeredMrs。Jo。
  “I’dliketohaveknownyouwhenyouwereagirl,youmusthavebeensojolly,“saidNat。
  “Iwasanaughtylittlegirl,Iamsorrytosay。“
  “Ilikenaughtylittlegirls,“observedTommy,lookingatNan,whomadeafrightfulgrimaceathiminreturnforthecompliment。
  “Whydon’tIrememberyouthen,Aunty?WasItooyoung?“askedDemi。
  “Rather,dear。“
  “Isupposemymemoryhadn’tcomethen。Grandpasaysthatdifferentpartsofthemindunfoldaswegrowup,andthememorypartofmymindhadn’tunfoldedwhenyouwerelittle,soIcan’trememberhowyoulooked,“explainedDemi。
  “Now,littleSocrates,youhadbetterkeepthatquestionforgrandpa,itisbeyondme,“saidAuntJo,puttingontheextinguisher。
  “Well,Iwill,heknowsaboutthosethings,andyoudon’t,“
  returnedDemi,feelingthatonthewholekiteswerebetteradaptedtothecomprehensionofthepresentcompany。
  “Tellaboutthelasttimeyouflewakite,“saidNat,forMrs。Johadlaughedasshespokeofit,andhethoughtitmightbeinteresting。
  “Oh,itwasonlyratherfunny,forIwasagreatgirloffifteen,andwasashamedtobeseenatsuchaplay。SoUncleTeddyandIprivatelymadeourkites,andstoleawaytoflythem。Wehadacapitaltime,andwererestingaswearenow,whensuddenlyweheardvoices,andsawapartyofyoungladiesandgentlemencomingbackfromapicnic。Teddydidnotmind,thoughhewasratheralargeboytobeplayingwithakite,butIwasinagreatflurry,forIknewIshouldbesadlylaughedat,andneverhearthelastofit,becausemywildwaysamusedtheneighborsasmuchasNan’sdous。
  “’WhatshallIdo?’IwhisperedtoTeddy,asthevoicesdrewnearerandnearer。
  “’I’llshowyou,’hesaid,andwhippingouthisknifehecutthestrings。
  Awayflewthekites,andwhenthepeoplecameupwewerepickingflowersasproperlyasyouplease。Theyneversuspectedus,andwehadagrandlaughoverournarrowescape。“
  “Werethekiteslost,Aunty?“askedDaisy。
  “Quitelost,butIdidnotcare,forImadeupmymindthatitwouldbebesttowaittillIwasanoldladybeforeIplayedwithkitesagain;
  andyouseeIhavewaited,“saidMrs。Jo,beginningtopullinthebigkite,foritwasgettinglate。
  “Mustwegonow?“
  “Imust,oryouwon’thaveanysupper;andthatsortofsurprisepartywouldnotsuityou,Ithink,mychickens。“
  “Hasn’tourpartybeenaniceone?“askedTommy,complacently。
  “Splendid!“answeredeveryone。
  “Doyouknowwhy?Itisbecauseyourguestshavebehavedthemselves,andtriedtomakeeverythinggowell。YouunderstandwhatImean,don’tyou?“
  “Yes’m,“wasalltheboyssaid,buttheystoleashamefacedlookatoneanother,astheymeeklyshoulderedtheirkitesandwalkedhome,thinkingofanotherpartywheretheguestshadnotbehavedthemselves,andthingshadgonebadlyonaccountofit。CHAPTERXHOMEAGAIN
  Julyhadcome,andhayingbegun;thelittlegardensweredoingfinelyandthelongsummerdayswerefullofpleasanthours。Thehousestoodopenfrommorningtillnight,andtheladslivedoutofdoors,exceptatschooltime。Thelessonswereshort,andthereweremanyholidays,fortheBhaersbelievedincultivatinghealthybodiesbymuchexercise,andourshortsummersarebestusedinout-of-doorwork。Sucharosy,sunburnt,heartysetastheboysbecame;suchappetitesastheyhad;suchsturdyarmsandlegs,asoutgrewjacketsandtrousers;suchlaughingandracingallovertheplace;suchanticsinhouseandbarn;suchadventuresinthetrampsoverhillanddale;andsuchsatisfactionintheheartsoftheworthyBhaers,astheysawtheirflockprosperinginmindandbody,Icannotbegintodescribe。Onlyonethingwasneededtomakethemquitehappy,anditcamewhentheyleastexpectedit。
  Onebalmynightwhenthelittleladswereinbed,theelderonesbathingdownatthebrook,andMrs。BhaerundressingTeddyinherparlor,hesuddenlycriedout,“Oh,myDanny!“andpointedtothewindow,wherethemoonshonebrightly。
  “No,lovey,heisnotthere,itwastheprettymoon,“saidhismother。
  “No,no,Dannyatawindow;Teddysawhim,“persistedbaby,muchexcited。
  “Itmighthavebeen,“andMrs。Bhaerhurriedtothewindow,hopingitwouldprovetrue。Butthefacewasgone,andnowhereappearedanysignsofamortalboy;shecalledhisname,rantothefrontdoorwithTeddyinhislittleshirt,andmadehimcalltoo,thinkingthebabyvoicemighthavemoreeffectthanherown。Nooneanswered,nothingappeared,andtheywentbackmuchdisappointed。Teddywouldnotbesatisfiedwiththemoon,andafterhewasinhiscribkeptpoppinguphisheadtoaskifDannywasnot“tummin’soon。“
  Byandbyhefellasleep,theladstroopeduptobed,thehousegrewstill,andnothingbutthechirpofthecricketsbrokethesoftsilenceofthesummernight。Mrs。Bhaersatsewing,forthebigbasketwasalwayspiledwithsocks,fullofportentousholes,andthinkingofthelostboy。
  Shehaddecidedthatbabyhadbeenmistaken,anddidnotevendisturbMr。
  Bhaerbytellinghimofthechild’sfancy,forthepoormangotlittletimetohimselftilltheboyswereabed,andhewasbusywritingletters。
  Itwaspasttenwhensherosetoshutupthehouse。Asshepausedaminutetoenjoythelovelyscenefromthesteps,somethingwhitecaughthereyeononeofthehay-cocksscatteredoverthelawn。Thechildrenhadbeenplayingtherealltheafternoon,and,fancyingthatNanhadleftherhatasusual,Mrs。Bhaerwentouttogetit。Butassheapproached,shesawthatitwasneitherhatnorhandkerchief,butashirtsleevewithabrownhandstickingoutofit。Shehurriedroundthehay-cock,andtherelayDan,fastasleep。
  Ragged,dirty,thin,andworn-outhelooked;onefootwasbare,theothertiedupintheoldginghamjacketwhichhehadtakenfromhisownbacktouseasaclumsybandageforsomehurt。Heseemedtohavehiddenhimselfbehindthehay-cock,butinhissleephadthrownoutthearmthathadbetrayedhim。Hesighedandmutteredasifhisdreamsdisturbedhim,andoncewhenhemoved,hegroanedasifinpain,butstillsleptonquitespentwithweariness。
  “Hemustnotliehere,“saidMrs。Bhaer,andstoopingoverhimshegentlycalledhisname。Heopenedhiseyesandlookedather,asifshewasapartofhisdream,forhesmiledandsaiddrowsily,“MotherBhaer,I’vecomehome。“
  Thelook,thewords,touchedherverymuch,andsheputherhandunderhisheadtolifthimup,sayinginhercordialway,­;
  “Ithoughtyouwould,andI’msogladtoseeyou,Dan。“Heseemedtowakethoroughlythen,andstarteduplookingabouthimasifhesuddenlyrememberedwherehewas,anddoubtedeventhatkindwelcome。Hisfacechanged,andhesaidinhisoldroughway,­;
  “Iwasgoingoffinthemorning。Ionlystoppedtopeekin,asIwentby。“
  “Butwhynotcomein,Dan?Didn’tyouhearuscallyou?Teddysaw,andcriedforyou。“
  “Didn’tsupposeyou’dletmein,“hesaid,fumblingwithalittlebundlewhichhehadtakenupasifgoingimmediately。
  “Tryandsee,“wasallMrs。Bhaeranswered,holdingoutherhandandpointingtothedoor,wherethelightshonehospitably。
  Withalongbreath,asifaloadwasoffhismind,Dantookupastoutstick,andbegantolimptowardsthehouse,butstoppedsuddenly,tosayinquiringly,­;
  “Mr。Bhaerwon’tlikeit。IranawayfromPage。“
  “Heknowsit,andwassorry,butitwillmakenodifference。Areyoulame?“askedMrs。Jo,ashelimpedonagain。
  “Gettingoverawallastonefellonmyfootandsmashedit。Idon’tmind,“andhedidhisbesttohidethepaineachstepcosthim。
  Mrs。Bhaerhelpedhimintoherownroom,and,oncethere,hedroppedintoachair,andlaidhisheadback,whiteandfaintwithwearinessandsuffering。
  “MypoorDan!drinkthis,andtheneatalittle;youareathomenow,andMotherBhaerwilltakegoodcareofyou。“
  Heonlylookedupatherwitheyesfullofgratitude,ashedrankthewinesheheldtohislips,andthenbeganslowlytoeatthefoodshebroughthim。Eachmouthfulseemedtoputheartintohim,andpresentlyhebegantotalkasifanxioustohaveherknowallabouthim。
  “Wherehaveyoubeen,Dan?“sheasked,beginningtogetoutsomebandages。
  “Iranoffmore’namonthago。Pagewasgoodenough,buttoostrict。
  Ididn’tlikeit,soIcutawaydowntheriverwithamanwhowasgoinginhisboat。That’swhytheycouldn’ttellwhereI’dgone。WhenIlefttheman,Iworkedforacoupleofweekswithafarmer,butIthrashedhisboy,andthentheoldmanthrashedme,andIranoffagainandwalkedhere。“
  “Alltheway?“
  “Yes,themandidn’tpayme,andIwouldn’taskforit。Tookitoutinbeatingtheboy,“andDanlaughed,yetlookedashamed,asheglancedathisraggedclothesanddirtyhands。
  “Howdidyoulive?Itwasalong,longtrampforaboylikeyou。“
  “Oh,Igotonwellenough,tillIhurtmyfoot。Folksgavemethingstoeat,andIsleptinbarnsandtrampedbyday。Igotlosttryingtomakeashortcut,orI’dhavebeenheresooner。“
  “Butifyoudidnotmeantocomeinandstaywithus,whatwereyougoingtodo?“
  “IthoughtI’dliketoseeTeddyagain,andyou;andthenIwasgoingbacktomyoldworkinthecity,onlyIwassotiredIwenttosleeponthehay。I’dhavebeengoneinthemorning,ifyouhadn’tfoundme。“
  “AreyousorryIdid?“andMrs。Jolookedathimwithahalfmerry,halfreproachfullook,asshekneltdowntolookathiswoundedfoot。
  ThecolorcameupintoDan’sface,andhekepthiseyesfixedonhisplate,ashesaidverylow,“No,ma’am,I’mglad,Iwantedtostay,butIwasafraidyou­;“
  Hedidnotfinish,forMrs。Bhaerinterruptedhimbyanexclamationofpity,asshesawhisfoot,foritwasseriouslyhurt。
  “Whendidyoudoit?“
  “Threedaysago。“
  “Andyouhavewalkedonitinthisstate?“
  “Ihadastick,andIwasheditateverybrookIcameto,andonewomangavemearagtoputonit。“
  “Mr。Bhaermustseeanddressitatonce,“andMrs。Johastenedintothenextroom,leavingthedoorajarbehindher,sothatDanheardallthatpassed。
  “Fritz,theboyhascomeback。“
  “Who?Dan?“
  “Yes,Teddysawhimatthewindow,andhecalledtohim,buthewentawayandhidbehindthehay-cocksonthelawn。Ifoundhimtherejustnowfastasleep,andhalfdeadwithwearinessandpain。HeranawayfromPageamonthago,andhasbeenmakinghiswaytouseversince。Hepretendsthathedidnotmeantoletusseehim,butgoontothecity,andhisoldwork,afteralookatus。Itisevident,however,thatthehopeofbeingtakeninhasledhimherethrougheverything,andthereheiswaitingtoknowifyouwillforgiveandtakehimback。“
  “Didhesayso?“
  “Hiseyesdid,andwhenIwakedhim,hesaid,likealostchild,’MotherBhaer,I’vecomehome。’Ihadn’tthehearttoscoldhim,andjusttookhiminlikeapoorlittleblacksheepcomebacktothefold。Imaykeephim,Fritz?“
  “Ofcourseyoumay!Thisprovestomethatwehaveaholdontheboy’sheart,andIwouldnomoresendhimawaynowthanIwouldmyownRob。“
  Danheardasoftlittlesound,asifMrs。Jothankedherhusbandwithoutwords,and,intheinstant’ssilencethatfollowed,twogreattearsthathadslowlygatheredintheboy’seyesbrimmedoverandrolleddownhisdustycheeks。Noonesawthem,forhebrushedthemhastilyaway;butinthatlittlepauseI