CHAPTER XXXVIII

_How Opal Makes Prepares to Move. How she Collects All the Necessary

Things, Bids Good-bye to Dear Love, and Learns that her Prayer has

been Answered._

We are going to move to the mill town. For a whole week, every

morning now after the morning works is done the mamma does have me

to help her make prepares to move; and after I do be helps to the

mamma, then I do work at making prepares for moving my belongings

when we go goes to the mill town.

I have made begins a week ago. I have been carrying my belongings

to inside an old log a little way away from the house we do live

in. Moving is a big amount of problem. But mostly now I do have my

prepares done. I am going to take with me when we go goes to the mill

just my necessary things--the mamma does say none but my necessary

things can go. She said that was my blue calico apron and my gray

calico apron and the clothes that goes under them and my two pair

of stockings and the shoes I have on and my sun-bonnet and my slate

and Cyr’s Reader.

But I have some more necessary things that the mamma has not knows

of. There is my two books that Angel Mother and Angel Father did

write in and I do study in every day, and the pictures of mother

and père and the pictures of grandmère and grandpère and tante and

oncle, and all the others that I do love much every day; and to-day

there was needs to give the dear picture of père a wash in the brook

because last time on yesterday, when I did kiss him, a little piece

of jam from my bread and butter got on his dear face that does look

so like him. And after I did come from the brook I put them all away

in a careful way in the box I do keep them in, and I said a little

prayer.

And I went to bring to the old log the willow whistle the shepherd

did make for me when it was the borning time of the lambs, and

the two flutes he did make of reeds. And now I do have most of my

necessaries in the hollow log. There by it is the lily plant the soul

of Peter Paul Rubens has loves for to be near. And I have planted

it in a little flower-pot Sadie McKibben has given to me. And when

we are moved moves to the mill town I will put the lily plant under

the window of the room I do have sleeps in, so that what the soul of

Peter Paul Rubens does love to be near will be near unto where I am.

And in the hollow log there is the old logging boot of the husband of

Dear Love, that he has given me to keep some of my rock collections

in. And there is the bath-towel of Thomas Chatterton Jupiter Zeus

that Dear Love has made for him. And there is the color pencils that

the fairies did bring to the moss-box. And there is many brown

papers that Sadie McKibben has given me to print prints on. And

there is the cushion Lola did make for Lucian Horace Ovid Virgil

to sit on in my desk at school. And there is all the patches I do

pin on my underskirt for my animal friends to ride in. And there is

the track of Elizabeth Barrett Browning that I did dig up in the

lane. It has so much of poetry in it. And there is one of the gray

neckties of the man that wears gray neckties and is kind to mice,

that he did give to me for Brave Horatius to wear. And there is the

bib of Elsie’s baby that Elsie did give me for Menander Euripides

Theocritus Thucydides to wear when he was nursing the bottle.

And there is seven of the tail-feathers of Lars Porsena that he did

lose when he did lose his tail. And there is four old horse-shoes

of William Shakespeare that the blacksmith did have allows for me

to have when he was putting new shoes onto William Shakespeare. And

there is the thimble of Dear Love that she has given me to carry

drinks of water to the folks in the hospital. And there is the little

bell of Peter Paul Rubens that he did use to wear to service in the

cathedral. And there is Elsie’s baby’s little old shoe that got worn

out and she gave it to me for Nannerl Mozart to sleep in. And there

is the lid of Sadie McKibben’s coffee-pot that she did give me when

it came off. She always did sing over that lid when cooking-time was

come. And there is the traveling-case of Minerva that the pensée

girl with the far-away look in her eyes did make for me to carry all

the christening robes of Minerva’s children in, and more pieces of

white cloth and little ribbons the pensée girl did put into Minerva’s

traveling case for christening-time come next year. And there is

the egg-shells Ben Jonson and Sir Francis Bacon and Pius VII and

Nicholas Boileau and Edmund Spenser and Oliver Goldsmith and John

Fletcher and Francis Beaumont and Cardinal Richelieu and Sir Walter

Raleigh and the rest of Minerva’s children hatched out of. I have

thinks there is needs for me to carry those egg-shells in my apron

when we go moves to the mill town, so they will not have breaks. And

there is the little gray shawl Sadie McKibben so made for Nannerl

Mozart.

And there is the little cap that Dear Love did make for my Louis II,

le Grand Condé. It has got a feather in it. He did nibble the end off

the feather, and he had mouse-wants to chew the tassel that she did

put on the bag she did make for me to carry him in. And there is the

ribbon bow off Elsie’s garter she did give me for Felix Mendelssohn

to wear. I have heard the women folks at the farmhouse say this world

would be a nice world if there were n’t any mice in it. I think it

would be a most lonesome place. And there is the big handkerchief

of the man of the long step that whistles most all of the time that

he did give to me for Brave Horatius to wear around his neck. And

there is Elsie’s old lace collar that Elizabeth Barrett Browning

does wear to cathedral service. And there is one of the whiskers of

Thomas Chatterton Jupiter Zeus that he did lose.

And there is all the portraits of my friends on poker-chips. And there

is the other white poker-chips that are waiting waits for pictures

to be drawed on them. And there is the blue and the red poker-chips

that is the breakfast and supper plates of the folks in the nursery

and the hospital. And there is Minerva’s white cap that she does wear

to cathedral service with the ruffles on it like are on the morning

cap of Jenny Strong. And there is the long green string I pulled my

tooth with. And there is the split jacket of Padre Martini, that he

did last wear before he was become a grown-up _cigale_. And there is

the bottle of Menander Euripides Theocritus Thucydides--the bottle

that used to be a brandy bottle. And there is the skins of the

caterpillars they did grow too big for when they were growing into

_papillons_ and _phalènes_. And there is the two tail-feathers of

Agamemnon Menelaus Dindon. And there is Solomon Grundy’s christening

robe. And there is the little fleur watering-pot the fairies did

bring that I do give my friends shower-baths with. And there is the

cocoon that Charlotte Brontë, the big velvet brown phalène, did hatch

out of; and there is more cocoons that other phalènes did hatch out

of. And there is the ribbon bow Elsie has given me off her other

garter for the pet squirrel Geoffroi Chaucer that the cat did hurt

but is well again. And there is a whole new box of mentholatum that

Sadie McKibben has given me for the little folks I find with hurts

in the mill town. And there is the four vaseline bottles that got

empty after the young husband of Elsie did use all the vaseline in

them to keep his pumpadoor smooth. I have uses for those vaseline

bottles to keep food in for the folks of the nursery.

These things I have now in the log. Others of my necessary things I

will bring this eventime and on to-morrow and the next day and the

day after that.

Some of us go to the mill town, but not all of us so go. Dear Solomon

Grundy is sold to a man that does live at one of the edges of the

mill town. Aphrodite is going to stay stays here, and so is Mathilde

Plantagenet and Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Anthonya Mundy and

the gentle Jersey cow and Savonarola and Agamemnon Menelaus Dindon;

and Plato and Pliny are going to live on in the barn. Brave Horatius

is going goes with Aidan of Iona come from Lindisfarne, and too

Menander Euripides Theocritus Thucydides is going with the shepherd

to the blue hills.

Minerva is going to town with us, and so is Sir Francis Bacon and Ben

Jonson and Pius VII and Nicholas Boileau and Sir Walter Raleigh and

all the rest of her dear children, and Clementine and Napoleon and

Andromeda. And by-and-by Thomas Chatterton Jupiter Zeus is coming

comes to the mill town, and so is Felix Mendelssohn and Louis II,

le Grand Condé, and Nannerl Mozart and some of her children, and

Lucian Horace Ovid Virgil and Geoffroi Chaucer and the caterpillar

folks in the nursery. All are when I do have homes fixed for them

about the house we are going to live in in the mill town.

Until then Thomas Chatterton Jupiter Zeus is going to stay with Dear

Love and her husband, and, too, Dear Love does say Lucian Horace

Ovid Virgil can live under her doorsteps until I do have a place

fixed for him under the doorstep of the house we are going to live

in in the mill town. And Sadie McKibben is going to take care of

Geoffroi Chaucer and bring him in to me at the house we are going

to live in at the mill town. And the man that wears gray neckties

and is kind to mice is going to take care of all my mouse friends

in his bunk-house, and he is going goes to feed the folks in the

nursery and the hospital.

And often it is I am going to come comes back again here to cathedral

service and talks with them I know, and to leave letters for the

fairies in the moss-box. I have thinks about the mill town. Maybe

in the fields over on the other side of the mill town--maybe there

there will be _étourneau_ and _ortolan_ and _draine_ and _durbec_ and

_loriot_ and _verdier_ and _rossignol_ and _pinson_ and _pivoine_.

When I am come to the mill town, I will go explores to see, and I

will build altars for Saint Louis. Now I go to see Dear Love.

When I was come near unto her little house, I had seeing of Dear

Love. She was sitting on the steps by her door drying her hair in

the sun. It did wave little ripples of light when the wind did go in

a gentle way by. She let me have feels of its touches. And she did

give me a kiss on each cheek and one on the nose when she lifted me

onto her lap. And then Dear Love did tell me a secret. It’s hers and

her husband’s secret that the angels did let them know ahead--they

are going to have a baby soon.

I felt a big amount of satisfaction. It is about time that prayer

was answered. Some prayers you pray a little while and answers come.

Some prayers you pray more times and answers don’t come. I have not

knows of why. But prayers for babies get answered soon--most always

they do. The time is so long I have been praying prayers for Dear

Love to have a baby soon. And now the angels have told her it’s

going to come in about five months. I have thinks that is quite a

time long to wait waits.

And Dear Love has showed me the clothes the angels did tell her to

make ahead for its coming. And there is two little shirts and bands,

and very long underskirts with feather stitches in them, and there’s

a little cream kimona with a blue ribbon bow on it. I looked looks at

it a long time. And Dear Love said she was going to make one just

like it for Thomas Chatterton Jupiter Zeus. I am glad. And there was

more little clothes, and while we was looking at them the husband of

Dear Love did come in the door and he did look adores at Dear Love.

It’s just our secret--just Dear Love’s and her husband’s and mine.

Nobody knows it but just us three, and Thomas Chatterton Jupiter Zeus

and Brave Horatius and Edward I and lovely Queen Eleanor of Castile

and Michael Angelo Sanzio Raphael and Aphrodite and Lucian Horace

Ovid Virgil and Felix Mendelssohn and Plato and Pliny and Minerva

and her chickens and Menander Euripides Theocritus Thucydides and

Louis II, le Grand Condé, and the willows that grow by Nonette.

Now Brave Horatius and me and Thomas Chatterton Jupiter Zeus are

going to prayers in the cathedral. The great pine tree is saying a

poem, and there is a song in the tree-tops.

POSTSCRIPT

After this I lived in a great many other lumber camps, and there

were new people and new animal friends and new nurseries and other

cathedrals. I studied in the woods and wrote down what I saw

and heard. In the spring of 1918 I went from Oregon to Southern

California, to do more research work in natural science, earning my

way by teaching nature classes. In the winter of 1918 I published my

first nature-book, paying for it by taking orders for it in advance.

In the summer of 1919 I came East, hoping to be able to get another

nature-book published. In my going to see publishers, I came to the

editor of the _Atlantic_. While I was telling the editor about this

book, he asked me if I never kept a diary, and this is the answer.

After the seventh year and far on into other years I continued the

diary; but perhaps some other time the story of all these things

will be pieced together and made into another book.

[Transcriber’s Notes:

Errors in punctuation were repaired.

In Contents, “xxi” was changed from “xvii”.

Except for the following changes, spelling and hyphenation have been

preserved as printed in the original.

Page 17, “thought” changed from “though” (I thought that a walk).

Page 33, “fairies” changed from “faires” (if the fairies yet).

Page 48, “would n’t” changed from “wouldn’t” (ham would n’t be

cut up).

Page 50, “maybe” changed from “may be” (thinks maybe his teeth).

Page 87, “that” changed from “what” (baby that has satisfaction).

Page 100, “Grand” changed from “Grande” (le Grand Condé, was asleep).

Page 139, “do” changed from “bo” (I do sing it).

Page 149, duplicated “to” deleted (to go away).

Page 154, “pancake” changed from “pankcake” (and the pancake-turner).

Page 167, “asfiditee” changed from “asafiditee” (piece of asfiditee

I did).

Page 170, “Nicholas” changed from “Nicolas” (Nicholas Boileau

and Jean).

Page 194, “Plantagenet” changed from “Plantagenent” (is enough

for Mathilde Plantagenet).

Page 218, “could n’t” changed from “couldn ’t” (we could n’t play

together); and

“By-and-by” changed from “By and-by” (By-and-by I did hear

Solomon).

Page 245, “oléandre” changed from “oleandre” (cornope, oléandre,

iris).

Page 252, “mentholatumed” changed from “metholatumed” (I have

mentholatumed).

Page 276, duplicated “and tante” deleted (and tante and oncle).

Page 280, “mentholatum” changed from “metholatum” (box of mentholatum

that Sadie).]

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