MONDAY--CONTINUED.
Meanwhile, Berta had led the way to the door of the parlor, where the
packers were at work. For some minutes the children watched them; then
Berta asked her usual question: "Does you s'pects you would like us to
help you?"
The men stopped work and straightened up to get a better view of the
four. Some of them turned away to hide a smile; but one man pushed
back his cap and thoughtfully scratched his head.
"Seems to me the boss did say something about needing more help; but
you'll have to settle it with him. Wait, I'll ask him." With a
chuckle, he went to the door of the next room.
"More help? I should say we do need it. But how did Gus get them here
so soon? It's not ten minutes since I 'phoned to him to send me four
more men."
The boss entered the parlor.
"There's your four to a man." And the packer, shaking with laughter,
turned again to the chair he had been wrapping.
"Very happy to make your 'quaintance, Mr. Boss." Berta stepped forward
and offered her hand.
"Eh? What's this? Oh, to be sure! And I'm delighted to make yours."
The boss made up his mind that the other men should find him equal to
the occasion. "So you're looking for a job, eh? Well, now, what kind
of a one would you prefer?"
"We prefer ev'y kind they is, Mr. Boss, 'cept ones that's too big and
heavy for us. But Dick's very strong. He has mushes in his arms, so
he has. Show them to Mr. Boss, Dick."
The little fellow promptly rolled up his sleeve and proudly doubled up
his arm.
"Well, well, who'd ever believe it! But you see how things are in
here. The pictures have to come down next. Do you think you are equal
to that job?"
"I guess I've got muscle enough; but you girls haven't any, and Jack's
only a baby; and maybe Uncle Rob and Aunt 'Lisbeth won't like it so
very well if you drop the pictures when I hand them down to you."
"No, Dick, I s'pects they won't. What does you think about it, Beth?"
"I'se quite sure they won't, Berta. But----but, Mr. Boss, isn't they
anything else that won't break when we drop it? rugs or all things same
as that?"
"Well, now, I'm sorry, but the rugs are all rolled up ready to put in
the van when it comes. But hold on! Let me take another look at those
muscles of yours, young man. Hm! There's a box on the front porch
that has to come in here, and it doesn't matter how many times you drop
it on the way----"
"We'll bring it! We'll bring it!" was the joyful shout; and the four
raced for the front door. Just outside it they came to a sudden halt
and looked in dismay at the box meant for the grand piano. Then
Berta's sharp eyes turned toward the parlor window, and she drew the
others around behind the box. "They's peeking out the windows and
laughing at us, so they is! They's not nice gemmans at all to s'pect
little folkses like us to carry such a drefful 'mense, 'normous, big
box same as this. Let's go into the liberry and see if Daddy hasn't
nenny of those things he said we could carry."
They scrambled through one of the long windows opening into the
library, where they found Mr. Selwyn on the top of a ladder.
"Has you nenny of those things for us to carry yet, Daddy?"
"What things, pet?"
"Those things you said at breakfus. Doesn't you 'member?"
"Oh, messages. No, I have no messages to send to anyone just now. How
about your own books and games? You may pack them in that nice low box
if you like."
With a squeal of delight, the four scampered from the room and up the
stairs.
"Lock that door, Mary! Quick! It will never do to let Beth see what
we are up to. There, now, if she can tell that this is not her Lucy
doll, she has better eyes than most people."
"We can't let her see it, though, until after Uncle has taken a look at
it; so I shall lock the door after us, Wilhelmina, when we go
out----Mercy on us! What _are_ they up to!" For from the staircase
came screams and wails and sounds of falling things which brought every
one in the house to the banisters.
Wilhelmina caught Jack at the head of the stairs and bundled him into
the playroom, closing the door on him; and then she hurried after Mary,
who, picking her way over the books and games scattered on the stairs,
was hurrying down to the three in a heap at the foot.
"We's deaded! Oh, we's all deaded; so we is!" wailed Berta as her
father lifted her to her feet.
"No, no, pet, it is not so bad as that, I am sure."
Dick managed to pull himself together and sat on the lowest step,
winking very hard; but Beth lay so still that Mr. Selwyn was
frightened. He lifted her carefully and carried her into the library,
feeling the frail little limbs to make sure that no bones were broken.
Presently, she opened her eyes and looked at him in a dazed way. He
passed his hand over her little yellow head and felt a great lump at
the back of it.
Berta was awed at the grave look on his face and whispered, "Is----is
little sister----drefful much hurt, Daddy?"
"She certainly got the worst of this tumble, dear. I cannot tell how
serious this bump on her head may be."
"Oh, dear, me! Poor Beth is all the time getting the worse of
ev'ything, so she is! First her Lucy doll's head, and now her own!"
And great tears rolled down Berta's chubby cheeks.
"My----my Lucy doll----did Uncle----make her well?"
"He hasn't come home yet, Bethy; but she is ever so much better, and I
am sure she will soon be as well as ever," soothed Mary, who was
kneeling beside her father.
"Jack----I was----taking care of him, Willy-mean----"
"He didn't fall, honey. He is up in the playroom."
"My----my head----Daddy----it hurts----drefful much."
"You bumped it, dear; but here are Mother and Aunt Etta and Aunt Mandy,
who all know the very best thing to do for bumps. Mary will get some
ice, and we shall go upstairs where you can be quiet and rest for a
little while."
"But----but I want to help pack, Daddy."
"We won't pack nennything at all till your poor little head is all
well, honey. You see, Mother, our new, little kitty was all the time
jumping round our feets ev'y whichy way." Berta thought that someone
should explain matters. "And she falled Beth down, and Beth bumped
Dick and falled him down, and he bumped me and falled me down,
and----and ev'ything falled all down ev'y place, and----"
"But you and Dick are not hurt, dear, are you?"
"I thinked we is deaded, Mother, but I guess we isn't."
After luncheon, Wilhelmina and Mary tiptoed into the twins' room, where
Beth lay in a heavy sleep, an icebag at the back of her head and Aunt
Mandy sitting beside her. They placed the new Lucy at the foot of the
bed where the little one would see her the moment she opened her eyes.
Then Mary insisted that the old nurse should go to her luncheon, and
promised that she and Wilhelmina would stay with Beth. Presently, the
child stirred, and the two slipped behind a screen to watch her when
she woke. They heard a low gurgle of delight and saw her creep to the
foot of the bed and clasp the doll in her arms, kissing her over and
over again and crooning, "My most beauty chile, my most beauty chile!"
And they almost laughed aloud when she began to examine the doll's
sweet little face for the cracks which she knew should be there,
feeling the rosy cheeks with her frail little finger, and rubbing her
eyes for a better look. And when she had made sure that Lucy's face
was as smooth as it had been before the accident, she began hugging and
kissing her again, while she murmured, "Isn't Uncle good! _Isn't_ he
good to make you all well, my most beauty chile! I must go find him
this very 'zact instinct and love him tight as I can. But----but my
head feels very queer, so it does."
Mary stole from behind the screen, ready to catch her if she should
show any sign of falling as she climbed unsteadily over the side of her
crib; but Beth, dazed from the pain in her head, took no notice of
anyone. Her sister followed her down to the library, where Mr. Selwyn
and the Doctor stood talking.
"I----I jes' want to give Uncle a big love for making my Lucy doll all
well again, and----and then I'se going back to bed, 'cause----'cause I
can't see so very well, and the bump hurts."
"No wonder, pet." The Doctor held her close. "But after you have
taken another little nap, you will feel much better. I think Lucy
should be kept in bed for the rest of the day, and I am sure she would
like you to stay with her. She had a very narrow escape, you know.
Come, we shall go upstairs again."
Berta and Dick begged off from their nap and began the afternoon by
stripping pin-cushions and emptying trays of pins and hairpins which
they scattered among the straw in a basket meant for china and
glassware. This was too much for the real workers, who felt that they
could breathe easily only when the four were sound asleep; and the
little ones, worn out after their busy morning, did not open their eyes
until time to dress for dinner.