The puddles bear in the morning and next thing the pond will, and I want
to have my skates here all ready. ’Most all the boys have got all theirs
already, waiting for it to freeze. They hang up on that beam in the
sink-room chamber. Look under my trainer trousers that I had to play
trainer in when I’s a little chap, on that great wooden peg, and you’ll
find ’em hanging up under the trousers. And my sled too, for Dorry and I
are going to have double-runner together soon as snow comes. It’s down
cellar. We went to be weighed, and the man said I was built of solid
timber. Dorry he hid some great iron dumb-bells in his pockets for fun,
and the man first he looked at Dorry and then at the figures, and then
at his weights; he didn’t know what to make of it. For I’ve grown so
much faster that we’re almost of a size.
First of it Dorry kept a sober face, but pretty soon he began to laugh,
and took the dumb-bells out, and then weighed over, and guess what we
weighed?
The fellers call us “Dorry & Co.” because we keep together so much. When
he goes anywhere he says “Come, Sweet William!” and when I go anywhere I
say “Come, Old Dorrymas!” There’s a flower named Sweet William. There
isn’t any fish named Dorrymas, but there’s one named Gurrymas. We keep
our goodies in the same box, and so we do our pencils and the rest of
our traps. His bed is ’most close to mine, and the one that wakes up
first pulls the other one’s hair. One boy that comes here is a
funny-looking chap, and wears cinnamon-colored clothes, all faded out.
He isn’t a very big feller. He has his clothes given to him. He comes
days and goes home nights, for he lives in this town. He’s got great
eyes and a great mouth, and always looks as if he was just a-going to
laugh. Sometimes when the boys go by him they make a noise, sniff,
sniff, sniff, with their noses, making believe they smelt something
spicy, like cinnamon. I hope you’ll find my skates, and send ’em right
off, for fear the pond might freeze over. They hang on that great wooden
peg in the sink-room chamber, that sticks in where two beams come
together, under my trainer trousers; you’ll see the red stripes.
Some of us have paid a quarter apiece to get a football, and shouldn’t
you think ’t was real mean for anybody to back out, and then come to
kick? One feller did. And he was one of the first ones to get it up too.
“Let’s get up a good one while we’re about it,” says he, “that won’t
kick right out.” Dorry went to pick it out, and took his own money, and
all the rest paid in their quarters, and what was over the price we took
in peanuts. O, you ought to ’ve seen that bag of peanuts! Held about
half a bushel. When he found the boys were talking about him he told
somebody that when anybody said, “Let’s get up something,” it wasn’t
just the same as to say he’d pay part. But we say ’t is. And we talked
about it down to the Two Betseys’ shop, and Lame Betsey said ’t was mean
doings enough, and The Other Betsey said, “Anybody that won’t pay their
part, I don’t care _who_ they be.” And I’ve seen him eating taffy three
times and more, too, since then, and figs. And he comes and kicks
sometimes, and when they offered some of the peanuts to him, to see if
he’d take any, he took some.
Now Spicey won’t do that. We said he might kick, but he don’t want to,
not till he gets his quarter. He’s going to earn it. If my skates don’t
hang up on that wooden peg, like enough Aunt Phebe’s little Tommy’s been
fooling with ’em. Once he did, and they fell through that hole where a
piece of the floor is broke out. You’d better look down that hole. I’m
going to send home my Report next time. I couldn’t get perfect every
time. Dorry says if a feller did that, he’d know too much to come to
school. But there’s some that do. Not very many. Spicey did four days
running. I could ’a got more perfects, only one time I didn’t know how
far to get, and another time I didn’t hear what the question was he put
out to me, and another time I didn’t stop to think and answered wrong
when I knew just as well as could be. And another time I missed in the
rules. You better believe they are hard things to get. Bubby Short says
he wishes they’d take out the rules and let us do our sums in peace, and
so I say. And then one more time some people came to visit the school,
and they looked right in my face, when the question came to me, and put
me out. I shouldn’t think visitors would look a feller right in the
face, when he’s trying to tell something. Dorry says that I blushed up
as red as fire-coals. I guess a red-header blushes up redder than any
other kind; don’t you? I had some taken off my Deportment, because I
laughed out loud. I didn’t mean to, but I’m easy to laugh. But Dorry he
can keep a sober face just when he wants to, and so can Bubby Short. I
was laughing at Bubby Short. He was snapping apple-seeds at Old Wonder
Boy’s cheeks, and he couldn’t tell who snapped ’em, for Bubby Short
would be studying away, just as sober. At last one hit hard, and W. B.
jumped and shook his fist at the wrong feller, and I felt a laugh
coming, and puckered my mouth up, and twisted round, but first thing I
knew, out it came, just as sudden, and that took off some.
I shall keep the Report till next time, because this time I’m going to
send mine and Dorry’s photographs taken together. We both paid half. We
got it taken in a saloon that travels about on wheels. ’T is stopping
here now. Course we didn’t expect to look very handsome. But the man
says ’t is wonderful what handsome pictures homely folks expect to make.
Says he tells ’em he has to take what’s before him. Dorry says he’s sure
we look very well for the first time taking. Says it needs practice to
make a handsome picture. Please send it back soon because he wants to
let his folks see it. Send it when you send the skates. Send the skates
soon as you can, for fear the pond might freeze over. Aunt Phebe’s
little Tommy can have my old sharp-shooter for his own, if he wants it.
Remember me to my sister.
Your affectionate Grandson,