Excuse me for not writing before. Here is my Report. I haven’t sniffed
my nose up any at Spicey. I’ll tell you why. Because I remember when I
first came, and had a red head, and how bad ’t was to be plagued all the
time. But I tell you if he isn’t a queer-looking chap! Don’t talk any,
hardly, but he’s great for laughing. Bubby Short says his mouth laughs
itself. But not out loud. Dorry says ’t is a very wide smile. It comes
easy to him, any way. He comes in laughing and goes out laughing. When
you meet him he laughs, and when you speak to him he laughs. When he
don’t know the answer he laughs, and when he says right he laughs, and
when you give him anything he laughs, and when he gives you anything he
laughs. Though he don’t have very much to give. But he can’t say no. All
the boys tried one day to see if they could make him say no. He had an
apple, and they went up to him, one at once, and said, “Give me a
taste.” “Give me a taste,” till ’t was every bit tasted away. Then they
tried him on slate-pencils,--his had bully points to them,--and he gave
every one away, all but one old stump. But afterwards Mr. Augustus said
’t was a shame, and the boys carried him back the pencils and said
they’d done with ’em. Dorry says he’s going to ask him for his nose some
day, and then see what he’ll do. I know. Laugh. You better believe he’s
a clever chap. And he won’t kick. Dorry likes him for that. Not till
he’s paid his quarter. Mr. Augustus offered him the quarter, but he
said, No, I thank you. “Why not?” Mr. Augustus asked him. He said he
guessed he’d rather earn it. We expect the teacher heard about it, and
guess he heard about that feller that wouldn’t pay his part, and about
his borrowing and not paying back, for one day he addressed the school
about money, and he said no boy of spirit, or man either, would ever
take money as a gift, long as he was able to earn. Course he didn’t mean
what your fathers give you, and Happy New Year’s Day, and all that. And
to borrow and not pay was mean as dirt, besides being wicked. He’d heard
of people borrowing little at a time and making believe forget to pay,
because they knew ’t wouldn’t be asked for. The feller I told you
about--the one that kicks and don’t pay--he owes Gapper Sky Blue for
four seed-cakes. Mr. Augustus says that what makes it mean is, that he
knows Gapper won’t ask for two cents! Gapper let him have ’em for two
cents, because he’d had ’em a good while and the edges of ’em were some
crumbly. And he borrowed six cents from Dorry and knows Dorry won’t say
anything ever, and so he’s trying to keep from paying. I guess his left
ear burns sometimes!
Gapper can’t go round now, selling cakes, because he’s lame, and has to
go with two canes. But he keeps a pig, and he and little Rosy make
tiptop molasses candy to sell in sticks, one-centers and two-centers,
and sell ’em to the boys when they go up there to coast. I tell you if
’t isn’t bully coasting on that hill back of his house! We begin way up
to the tip-top and go way down and then across a pond that isn’t there
only winters and then into a lane, a sort of downish lane, that goes
ever so far. Bubby Short ’most got run over by a sleigh. He was going
“knee-hacket” and didn’t see where he was going to, and went like
lightning right between the horses’ legs, and didn’t hurt him a bit.
Last night when the moon shone the teachers let us go out, and they
went too, and some of their wives and some girls. O, if we didn’t have
the fun! We had a great horse-sled, and we’d drag it way up to the top,
and then pile in. Teachers and boys and women and girls, all together,
and away we’d go. Once it ’most tipped over. O, I never did see anything
scream so loud as girls can when they’re scared? I wish ’t would be
winter longer than it is. We have a Debating Society. And the question
we had last was, “Which is the best, Summer or Winter?” And we got so
fast for talking, and kept interrupting so, the teacher told the Summers
to go on one side and the Winters on the other, and then take turns
firing at each other, one shot at a time. And Dorry was chosen Reporter
to take notes, but I don’t know as you can read them, he was in such a
hurry.
“In summer you can fly kites.
“In winter you can skate.
“In summer you have longer time to play.
“In winter you have best fun coasting evenings.
“In summer you can drive hoop and sail boats.
“In winter you can snow-ball it and have darings.
“In summer you can go in swimming, and play ball.
“In winter you can coast and make snow-forts.
“In summer you can go a fishing.
“So you can in winter, with pickerel traps to catch pickerel and perch
on the ponds, and on rivers. When the fish come up you can make a hole
in the ice and set a light to draw ’em, and then take a jobber and job
’em as fast as you’re a mind to.
“In summer you can go take a sail.
“In winter you can go take a sleigh-ride.
“In summer you don’t freeze to death.
“In winter you don’t get sunstruck.
“In summer you see green trees and flowers and hear the birds sing.
“In winter the snow falling looks pretty as green leaves, and so do the
icicles on the branches, when the sun shines, and we can hear the
sleigh-bells jingle.
“In summer you have green peas and fruit, and huckleberries and other
berries.
“In winter you have molasses candy and pop-corn and mince-pies and
preserves and a good many more roast turkeys, (another boy interrupting)
and all kinds of everything put up air-tight!”
(Teacher.) Order, order, gentlemen. One shot at a time.
“In summer you have Independent Day, and that’s the best day there is.
For if it hadn’t been for that, we should have to mind Queen Victoria.
“In winter you have Thanksgiving Day and Forefather’s Day and Christmas
and Happy New-Year Day and the Twenty-second of February, and that’s
Washington’s Birthday. And if it hadn’t been for that we should have to
mind Queen Victoria.”
When the time was up the teacher told all that had changed their minds
to change their sides, and some of the Summers came over to ours, but
the Winters all stayed. Then the teacher made some remarks, and said how
glad we ought to be that there were different kinds of fun and beautiful
things all the year round. Bubby Short says he’s sure he’s glad, for if
a feller couldn’t have fun what would he do? After we got out doors the
summer ones that didn’t go over hollered out to the other ones that did,
“Ho! ho! Winter killed! Winter killed! ’Fore I’d be Winter killed! Frost
bit! Frost bit! ’Fore I’d be Frost bit!”
I should like to see my sister’s blue boots. I am very careful when I go
a skating. There isn’t any spring-hole in our pond. I don’t know where
my handkerchiefs go to.
Your affectionate Grandson,