CHAPTER VIII--REFORMING A "PIRATE"

"Well! you said I could come, Aggie Kenway--so there!"

This was Sammy's initial statement when Neale dragged him off his perch

and brought him around to the side of the car where all could see him.

"Why! you awful boy! I never!" declared Agnes, shaking her head at him

angrily.

"Yes, you did," repeated Sammy.

"Don't add to your wickedness by telling such a story, Sammy Pinkney,"

admonished Ruth.

"Oh, Sammy!" gasped Tess, dolefully.

"I don't believe even pirates tell stories," added Dot, with grave

conviction.

"I ain't! I ain't telling a story," repeated the small boy, with

earnestness. "She did! she did!"

"I never! I never!" responded Agnes.

"Wait!" put in Ruth, firmly. "We are getting nowhere. Of course you did

not tell him he could come, Aggie; but he must have thought you said

something like that. What _did_ she say, Sammy Pinkney?"

"She said--she said," choked the now much-abused-sounding Sammy. "She

said she'd like to see me find room aboard the car--_and I did!_" and he

concluded with something like triumph.

"Oh!" gasped Agnes.

"Well, I never!" exclaimed Mrs. Heard, and it must be confessed she was

immensely amused. "What a boy!"

"Did you ever hear the like of that?" repeated Ruth, using one of Mrs.

MacCall's favorite expressions of amazement.

"I'm sure I didn't mean----" began Agnes, but her older sister said,

quickly:

"Of course you didn't, deary! And that boy should have known better."

"She _did_ tell me so--she did!" wailed Sammy. "And I'm going. My mother

said I could--and that you girls was awful nice to take me."

"Cricky!" murmured Neale, all of a broad grin now. "You got a reputation

that time, Aggie, for goodness, without meaning it."

"I don't care----"

"The thing is now," interrupted Ruth, decidedly, "how to send him home."

At that Sammy lifted up his voice in a wail that might have touched a

heart of stone. And really, after all, there was not a heart of stone in

the whole party of tourists from the old Corner House--not even in Tom

Jonah's breast. The old dog went up to Sammy and tried to lap his tears

away.

"Oh, see here, kid! don't yell like that," begged Neale. "Turn off the

sprinkler. That won't get you anywhere."

"Will you tell me what we are to do with him, then?" demanded Ruth,

quite put out. "There is no room for him in the car."

"I can stay where I was. I don't mind," gulped Sammy.

"Never!" declared Agnes. "You made a show out of us all the way through

town. We'll never hear the last of it."

"We were boarded by a pirate, sure enough," chuckled Neale.

"He's worse than any pirate," sighed Ruth. "We'd know what to do with a

real pirate."

"I wonder?" murmured Neale, his eyes twinkling.

But Ruth ignored him. She thought she saw her duty, and was determined

to do it. "I suppose we shall have to go back," she hesitated.

"Oh, no, Ruthie!" begged the two little girls in chorus.

"I wouldn't go back for that horrid little scamp!" snapped Agnes, her

face flushing. "Sammy Pinkney, you are the worst boy!"

Sammy sniffed and looked at her. "I found that ring you lost that time,

Aggie Kenway. 'Member?" he asked.

"But you _are_ an awful nuisance," pronounced Ruth, with conviction.

"You never would have knowed your hens was layin' in Mr. Benjamin's lot

last week if I hadn't ha' told you, Ruthie Kenway--so there," responded

the youngster.

"And you told me that--that sick man was carrying a brick in his hat--and

he wasn't," Dot put in faintly.

Sammy grinned at that; but he was prompt to say, too: "Well, who found

all your dolls out on the grass where you'd played lawn party, and

brought 'em in just before the thunder shower the other day? Heh?"

"Cricky!" exclaimed Neale, under his breath, and with some admiration,

"the kid's making out a case."

Tess, the kind-hearted, would make no accusation; but Ruth, despite the

boy's rejoinders, remained firm.

"No," she said. "He must go home. Is there a railroad station near from

which we can send him, Neale? We'll telephone to his mother. We are a

long way from town."

At that Sammy Pinkney, who prided himself on being "tough" and who was

in training for a piratical future, broke down completely.

"Ow! ow! ow!" he howled, digging his grimy fist first into one eye and

then into the other. "I don't wanter! I don't wanter! I don't wanter go

back. I ain't got nobody to play with. And ma'll lick me 'cause I said

you'd 'vited me to go--an' now Aggie s-s-says she didn't. And I been

sick, anyway, and I can't play with the fellers, 'cause it tires me so.

"I--I--I never git to go nowheres," pursued Sammy, using the most

atrocious English, but utterly abandoned in his grief. "You Corner House

girls git all the go--go--good times, and _I_ ain't got even a s-s-sister

to play with----"

At this point a most astonishing thing overtook Agnes Kenway. She had

begun by glaring at Sammy in anger; but as he went on to bewail his hard

state, her pretty face flushed, then paled; her blue eyes filled with

tears which soon began to spill over. She drew nearer to the miserable

little chap, standing, dirty and forlorn, in the middle of the road.

"Now, stop that, Sammy!" she suddenly blurted out. "Just stop. Don't cry

any more."

"He can't go. There isn't room," Ruth was repeating.

Agnes turned toward the eldest Corner House girl sharply and stamped her

foot.

"He shall go, Ruth Kenway--so there! He can squeeze in on the seat

between Neale and me. Here! take that bag up, Neale O'Neil. There's room

for it right in here," and she pointed. "Now! stop your crying, Sammy.

You shall go; but you'll have to be good."

"Oh, Aggie," cried the happy youngster, "I'll be as good as gold. You'll

see."

"Well!" gasped Ruth, yet not sorry that for once Agnes had usurped

authority.

Mrs. Heard laughed. Dot said:

"Well, it's true. He _hasn't_ any sister."

"And I'm sure he _can_ be good," put in Tess, the optimist.

Neale was chuckling to himself as he put Sammy's suitcase in the place

indicated.

"What is the matter with _you_, Neale O'Neil?" demanded Agnes, hotly,

brushing the tears out of her eyes.

"I was just thinking that this party has assumed a good deal of a

contract," said the light-haired boy.

"What for?"

"For reforming a pirate," said Neale.

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