“ThenwillyoukeepthesecretuntilIhavetimetotry——sayuntilthistimenextyear?“
“I’llkeepitjustaslongasLaddiewantsmeto。“
“Good!“saidthePrincess。“NowonderLaddiethinksyouthefinestLittleSisteranyoneeverhad。“
“DoesLaddiethinkthat?“Iasked“Hedoesindeed!“saidthePrincess。
“ThenI’mnotafraidtogohome,“Isaid。“AndI’llbringhisletterthenexttimehecan’tcome。“
“Wereyouscaredthistime?“
ItoldheraboutthatSomethinginthedrybed,thewolves,wildcats,PaddyRyan,andtheGypsies。
“Youlittlegoosie,“saidthePrincess。“IamafraidthatbrotherLeonofyoursisthebiggestroguelooseinthispartofthecountry。Didn’titeveroccurtoyouthatpeoplenamedWolfeliveoverthere,andtheycallthatcrowdnextus`wildcats,’
becausetheyjustwentonsomelandandtookit,andbeganlivingtherewithoutanymorepermissionthanrealwildcatsasktoenterthewoods?DoyousupposeIwouldbehere,andeverywhereelseI
wanttogo,iftherewereanydanger?Didanythingreallyharmyoucoming?“
“You’reharmedwhenyou’rescareduntilyoucan’tbreathe,“I
said。“Anyway,nothingcouldgetmecoming,becauseIheldthelettertightinmyhand,likeLaddiesaid。Ifyou’dwritemeonetotakeback,I’dbesafegoinghome。“
“Isee,“saidthePrincess。“ButI’venopencil,andnopaper,unlessIusethebackofoneofLaddie’sletters,andthatwouldn’tbepolite。“
“Youcanmakenewfashions,“Isaid,“butyoudon’tknowmuchaboutthewoods,doyou?IcouldfixfiftywaystosendamessagetoLaddie。“
“Howwouldyou?“askedthePrincess。
RunningtothepawpawbushesIpulledsomebigtenderleaves。
ThenItookthebarkfromtheboxandlaidaleafonit。
“Presswithoneofyourrings,“Isaid,“andprintwhatyouwanttosay。IwritetotheFairieseverydaythatway,onlyIuseanoldknifehandle。“
Shetried。Shespoiledtwoorthreebybearingdownsohardshecuttheleaves。Shedidn’tevenknowenoughtowriteonthefrostyside,untilshewastold。Butprettysoonshegotalongsowellsheprintedallovertwobigones。ThenItookastickandpunchedlittleholesandstuckapieceoffoxfirebloomthrough。
“Whatmakesyoudothat?“sheasked。
“That’sthestamp,“Iexplained。
“Butit’smyletter,andIdidn’tputitthere。“
“HastobethereortheFairieswon’tlikeit,“Isaid。
“Wellthen,letitgo,“saidthePrincess。
Iputbackthebarkandreplacedthestone,gatheredupthescatteredleaves,andputthetwowithwritingonbetweenfreshones。
“NowImustrun,“Isaid,“orLaddiewillthinktheGypsieshavegotmesure。“
“I’llgowithyoupastthedrycreek,“sheoffered。
“Youbetternot,“Isaid。“I’dlovetohaveyou,butitwouldbebestforyoutochangetheiropinion,beforefatherormotherseesyouontheirland。“
“Perhapsitwould,“saidthePrincess。“I’llwaithereuntilyoureachthefenceandthenyoucallandI’llknowyouareintheopenandfeelcomfortable。“
“Iammostalloverbeingafraidnow,“Itoldher。
Justtoshowher,Iwalkedtothecreek,climbedthegateandwentdownthelane。AlmosttotheroadIbeganwonderingwhatI
coulddowiththeletter,whenlookingaheadIsawLaddiecoming。
“Iwasjuststartingtofindyou。You’vebeenanage,child,“hesaid。
Ihelduptheletter。
“Nooneislooking,“Isaid,“andthiswon’tgoinyourpocket。“
Youshouldhaveseenhisface。
“Wheredidyougetit?“heasked。
Itoldhimallaboutit。Itoldhimeverything——aboutthehairthatmaybewasstrongerthanshethought,andthatshewasgoingtochangefather’sandmother’sopinions,andthatIputtheredfloweron,butsheleftit;andwhenIwasdoneLaddiealmosthuggedthelifeoutofme。Ineverdidseehimsohappy。
“Ifyoubevery,verycarefulnevertobreatheawhisper,I’lltakeyouwithmesomeday,“hepromised。
CHAPTERII
OurAngelBoy“Ihadabrotheronce——agraciousboy,Fullofallgentleness,ofcalmesthope,Ofsweetandquietjoy,——therewasthelookOfheavenuponhisface。“
Itwassuppertimewhenwereachedhome,andBobbywasatthefrontgatetomeetme。Healwayshuntedmeallovertheplacewhenthebigbellintheyardrangatmealtime,becauseifhecrowednicelywhenhewastold,hewasallowedtostandonthebackofmychairandeverylittlewhileIheldupmyplateandsharedbiteswithhim。Ihaveseenmanywhitebantams,butneveranotherlikeBobby。MybigbrothersboughthimformeinFortWayne,andsenthiminabox,aloneonthecars。FatherandI
drovetoGrovevilletomeethim。Theminutefatherpriedoffthelid,Bobbyhoppedontheedgeoftheboxandcrowed——thebiggestcrowyoueverheardfromsuchamiteofabody;hewasn’tintheleastafraidofusandwewerepleasedaboutit。Youscarcelycouldseehisbeadyblackeyesforhisbushytopknot,hiswingtipstouchedtheground,histailhadtwobeautifulplumyfeathersmuchlongerthantheothers,hisfeetwerecoveredwithfeathers,andhiskneetuftsdragged。Hewasthesauciest,spunkiestlittlefellow,andwhiteasmuslin。Wewenttosuppertogether,butnooneaskedwhereIhadbeen,andbecauseIwassoburstingfullofimportance,ItalkedonlytoBobby,inordertobesafe。
AftersupperIfinishedHezekiah’strousers,andMaycuthiscoatforme。SchoolwouldbegininSeptemberandourclotheswerebeingmade,soIusedthescrapstodresshim。Hissuitwasdonebythenextforenoon,andfatherneverlaughedharderthanwhenHezekiahhoppeddownthewalktomeethimdressedinpinktrousersandcoat。ThecoathadflowingsleeveslikethePrincesswore,soHezekiahcouldfly,andheseemedtolikethem。
HissuitwassuchasuccessIbeganasunbonnet,andwhenthatwastiedonhim,thefolksalmosthadspasms。Theysaidhewouldn’tlikebeingdressed;thathewouldflyawaytopunishme,buthedidnosuchthing。Hestayedaroundthehouseandwastameasever。
WhenIbecametiredsewingthatafternoon,Iwentdownthelaneleadingtoourmeadow,whereLeonwaskillingthistleswithagrubbinghoe。Ithoughthewouldbegladtoseeme,andhewas。
Everyonehadbeenbusyinthehouse,soIwenttothecellartheoutsidewayandateallIwantedfromthecupboard。ThenI
spreadtwobigslicesofbreadthebestIcouldwithmyfingers,puttingapplebutteronone,andmashedpotatoesontheother。
Leonleanedonthehoeandwatchedmecoming。Hewasahungryboy,andlonesometoo,buthecouldn’tbeforcedtosayso。
“Laddieisatworkinthebarn,“hesaid。
“I’mgoingtoplayinthecreek,“Ianswered。
Crossingourmeadowtherewasastreamthathadgrassybanks,bigtrees,willows,bushesandvinesforshade,asolidpebblybed;
itwasallturnsandbendssothatthewaterhurrieduntilitbubbledandsangasitwent;initlivedtinyfishcolouredbrightlyasflowers,besideitrankilldeer,ploverandsolemnblueheronsalmostastallasIwascamefromtherivertofish;
foraplacetoplayonanAugustafternoon,itcouldn’tbebeaten。Thesheephadbeenputinthelowerpasture;sothecrossoldShropshireramwasnottheretobotherus。
“Cometotheshade,“IsaidtoLeon,andwhenwewerecomfortablyseatedunderabigmapleweighteddownwithtrailinggrapevines,Iofferedthebread。Leontookapieceineachhandandbegantoeatasifhewerestarving。Laddiewouldhavekissedmeandsaid:“Whatafinetreat!Thankyou,LittleSister。“
Leonwasdifferent。Heatesogreedilyyouhadtoknowhewasgladtogetit,buthewouldn’tsayso,notifhenevergotanymore。Whenyouknewhim,youunderstoodhewouldn’tforgetit,andhe’dbecertaintodosomethingniceforyoubeforethedaywasovertopayback。Wesattheretalkingabouteverythingwesaw,andatlastLeonsaidwithagrin:“Shelleyisn’tgettingmuchgrapesapisshe?“
“Ididn’tknowshewantedgrapesap。“
“Shereadaboutitinapaper。Itsaidtocutthevineofawildgrape,catchthedrippingsandmoistenyourhair。Thiswouldmakeitglossyandgrowfaster。“
“WhatonearthdoesShelleywantwithmorehairthanshehas?“
“Oh,shehashearditbraggedonsomuchshethinkspeoplewouldsaymoreifshecouldimproveit。“
Ilookedandtherewasthevine,dryascouldbe,andamilkcrockbeneathit。
“Didn’tthesillyknowshehadtocutthevineinthespringwhenthesapwasrunning?“
“Bearwitness,Ovine!thatshedidnot,“saidLeon,“andspeak,yevoicelesspottery,andtestifythatsheexpectedtofindyouoverflowing。“
“Toobadthatshe’sgoingtobedisappointed。“
“Sheisn’t!She’sgoingtofindampleliquidtobatheherstreamingtresses。Keepquietandwatchme。“
Hepickedupthecrock,carriedittothecreekanddippeditfullofwater。
“That’stoomuch,“Iobjected。“She’llknowshenevergotacrockfullfromadryvine。“
“She’llthinkthevinebleditselfdryforhersake。“
“Sheisn’tthatsilly。“
“Wellthen,howsillyisshe?“askedLeon,spillingouthalf。
“Aboutso?“
“Notsobadasthat。Lessyet!“
“Anythingtopleasetheladies,“saidLeon,pouringoutmore。
Thenwesatandgiggledawhile。
“Whatareyougoingtodonow?“askedLeon。
“Playinthecreek,“Ianswered。
“Allright!I’llworknearyou。“
Herolledhistrousersabovehiskneesandtookthehoe,buthewasinthewatermostofthetime。Wehadtoclimbonthebankwhenwecametothedeepcurve,underthestumpoftheoldoakthatfathercutbecausePeteBillingswouldclimbitandyowllikeawildcatoncoldwinternights。PetewaswronginhisheadlikePaddyRyan,onlyworse。Aswepassedweheardthefaintestsounds,sowelayandlooked,andthereinthedarkplaceundertheroots,wherethewaterwasdeepest,huddledsomeofthecunningestlittledownywildducksyoueversaw。Welookedateachotherandneversaidaword。Leonchasedthemoutwiththehoeandtheyswamdownstreamfasterthanoldones。Istoodintheshallowwaterbehindthemandkeptthemfromgoingbacktothedeepplace,whileLeonworkedtocatchthem。Everytimehegotonehebroughtittome,andImadeabagofmyapronfronttoputthemin。Thesupperbellrangbeforewecaughtallofthem。Weweredrippingwetwithcreekwaterandperspiration,butwehadtheducks,everyoneofthem,andproudlystartedhome。I’llwagerLeonwassorryhedidn’twearapronssohecouldcarrythem。Hedidkeepthelastoneinhishands,andhelditslittlefluffybodyagainsthischeekseveryfewminutes。
“Couldn’tanythingbeprettierthanayoungduck。“
“Exceptalittleguinea,“Isaid。
“That’sso!“saidLeon。“Theyaremostasprettyasquail。I
guessallyoungthingsthathavedownareaboutascunningastheycanbe。Idon’tbelieveIknowwhichIlikebest,myself。“
“Babykilldeers。“
“Imeantame。Thingsweraise。“
“I’lltakeguineas。“
“I’llsaywhiteturkeys。Theyseemsoinnocent。Nothingofoursisprettyasthese。“
“Butthesearewild。“
“Sotheyare,“saidLeon。“Twelveofthem。Won’tmotherbepleased?“
Shewasnotintheleast。Shesaidwewereasighttobehold;
thatshewasashamedtobethemotheroftwochildrenwhodidn’tknowtameducksfromwildones。SherememberedinstantlythatAmandaDeamhadsetaspeckledDorkinghenonMallardduckeggs,whereshegottheeggs,andwhatshepaidforthem。ShesaidtheduckshadfoundthecreekthatflowedbesideDeams’
barnyardbeforeitenteredourland,andtheyhadswumawayfromthehen,andboththehenandAmandawouldbefrantic。Sheputtheducksintoabasketandsaidtotakethembacksoonaseverwegotoursuppers,andwemusthurrybecausewehadtobatheandlearnourtextsforSunday-schoolinthemorning。
Wewentthroughtheorchard,downthehillandacrossthemeadowuntilwecametothecreek。Bythattimeweweretiredofthebasket。Itwasonefatherhadwovenhimselfofshavedandsoakedhickorystrips,anditwasheavy。Thesightofwatersuggestedtheproperplaceforducks,anyway。Wetalkeditoveranddecidedthattheywouldbemuchmorecomfortableswimmingthaninthebasket,anditwasmorefuntowadethantowalk,sowewentabovethedeepplace,Istoodinthecreektokeepthemfromgoingdown,andLeonpouredthemonthewater。Pigscouldn’thaveactedmorecontrary。ThoseducksLIKEDus。Theywouldn’tgotoDeams’。Theyjustfoughttoswimbacktous。Anyway,wehadtheworsttimeyoueversaw。Leoncutlongswitchestoherdthemwith,andbothofuswadedandtriedtodrivethem,buttheywoulddartunderembankmentsandroots,anddiveandhide。