staid where they was when they find out how hard 'tis to get help here?"
"Real stuck up folks; dressed to kill," sneered Rhoda Jane. "Look at the
white pantalets on them young uns! and the girl's got a veil on her
bunnit."
"Well, what's the harm?" asked her brother. "If you had as pretty a
skin, I guess you'd be for takin' care of it too."
"Humph! beauty that's only skin deep won't last," and with a toss of the
head Miss Lightcap walked into the house in her most dignified style.
For the next ten days the doings at the corner house and the comings and
goings of the Keiths were a source of entertainment and intense interest
to their neighbors--the Lightcaps and others; a fact not to be wondered
at when we consider the monotony of life in the town at that time;--no
railroad, no telegraph, no newspaper, except those brought by the weekly
mail; no magazines, no public library, and very few books in private
houses.
Really the daily small occurrences in their own little world were pretty
nearly all the Pleasant Plainers could find to talk or think about.
And the Keiths, as recent arrivals from an older settled part of the
country, and above many of them in the social scale, were considered
worthy of more than ordinary attention. Their dress, their manners, the
furnishing of their house and their style of living were subjects of
eager discussion.
The general opinion among the Lightcaps and their set seemed to be that
they were too fine for the place; such remarks as the following being
frequently heard,
"Why would you believe it, they've got a real store carpet on that front
room, and a sofy and cheers covered with horse-hair cloth and white
curtains to the winders and picturs hanging up on to the walls."
"And the little girls wears white pantalets caliker ones such as our
youngsters wears isn't good enough for them."
There were in the town, however, a number of families of educated,
refined people who rejoiced in this addition to their society and only
waited for the new comers to get settled in their new home before
calling.
Among these Mrs. Keith and her aunt found several pleasant, congenial
companions; and with two or three the acquaintance soon ripened into a
close intimacy, a warm, enduring friendship.
Mildred also soon had more than one young girl crony whom she found as
worthy of regard as those she had left behind.
Back of the yellow house was a grove of saplings which became a favorite
haunt of the children in their hours of recreation. They would bend down
the smaller trees and ride them, climb up into the larger and sit among
the branches; or build baby-houses and play housekeeping underneath,
where the shade was thickest.
It was here they spent the warm, sunny days while the older members of
the family busied themselves in making the dwelling habitable and the
yard neat and orderly.
On the morning after their arrival Rupert spread a buffalo robe on the
ground in the shadiest part of the grove, whereon Zillah and Ada seated
themselves with their baby sister who had been entrusted to their care.
There were many lovely wild flowers springing up here and there, and
Cyril, Don and Fan ran hither and thither gathering them, prattling
merrily to each other the while, and now and then uttering a joyous
shout as they came upon some new floral treasure.
"Be careful not to go too far away, children," Zillah called to them.
"No, we won't go far," they answered, Cyril adding, "And I'll take care
of Fan."
In a little while they came running back with full hands.
"See, see!" they said, "so many and such pretty ones--blue, and white,
and purple, and yellow. There, you take these and we'll pick some more
for ourselves. And for mother and Aunt Wealthy; we'll make a big bunch
for each of them," and away they ran again.
"Oh, aren't they pretty?" cried Ada. "Let's make a bouquet for mother
out of these."
"She won't want two," said Zillah, "'specially just now when she's no
place to put them. Let's make wreaths for Annis and Fan."
"Oh yes!" and they began sorting the flowers with eager interest, little
Annis pulling at them too, crowing and chattering in sweet baby fashion.
Suddenly Zillah gave a start and laid a trembling hand on Ada's arm. Her
face had grown very pale and there was a look of terror in her large
blue eyes.
Ada turned quickly to see what had caused it, and was quite as much
alarmed on beholding a tall Indian, with rifle in hand, tomahawk and
scalping knife in his belt, standing within a few feet of them,
evidently regarding them with curiosity.
He wore moccasins and leggins, and had a blanket about his shoulders;
feathers on his head, too; but no war paint on his face.
Behind him was a squaw with a great bark basket full of wild berries,
slung to her back.
The little girls were too terribly frightened to cry out or speak, they
sat there as if turned to stone, while the Indian drew nearer and
nearer still closely followed by his squaw.
Stopping close beside the children, he grunted out a word or two to her,
and she slung her basket to the ground.
Taking up a double handful of the berries, he poured them into Zillah's
lap, saying, "Pappoose!"
The squaw restored her basket to its place and the two walked leisurely
away; happily not in the direction of Fan and the boys.
The little girls gazed at each other in blank astonishment; then burst
out simultaneously, "Oh, weren't you frightened? I thought he was going
to kill us!"
"But wasn't it good in him to give us the berries?"
"Yes; he meant them for baby; but mother doesn't let her have any, you
know; so we mustn't give them to her."
"No, but I'll call the children to get some.'
"Yes, do."
"Where did you get em?" queried Cyril, devouring his share with zest.
"An Indian gave them to us."
"An Indian? why that was like a friend and colation! I shan't be 'fraid
of 'em any more."
"I don't know," returned Ada with a wise shake of her head, "I'd rather
not see 'em even with their berries."
The little feast was just ended when they espied a gentleman passing
along the road beyond the grove. He turned and came toward them.
"Good-morning," he said, pleasantly. "These are Mr. Keith's children, I
believe?"
"Yes, sir," answered Zillah.
"I'm glad to see you," shaking hands with them; "and I should like to
make the acquaintance of your parents. Are they at home, in the house
yonder?"
"Mother is, sir; but I saw father go away a little while ago."
"Do you think your mother could see me for a moment? My name is Lord."
Cyril opened his eyes very wide; gazing up into the gentleman's face
with an odd expression of mingled curiosity and astonishment.
"I don't know, sir;" answered Zillah, "they're just cleaning the house
and--Cyril, run and ask mother."
Away flew the child, rushing into the room where Miss Stanhope and Mrs.
Keith were overseeing the opening of boxes and the unpacking of the
household gear.
"Mother, mother," he cried breathlessly, "the Lord's out yonder and he
wants to see you! Can he come in? shall I bring him?"
"The Lord! what can the child mean?" cried Aunt Wealthy, in her
astonishment and perplexity nearly dropping a large china bowl which she
held in her hand.
Mrs. Keith, too, looked bewildered for a moment, then a sudden light
breaking over her face,
"Yes, bring him in," she said, and turning to her aunt as the child sped
on his errand, "It must be the minister, auntie; I remember now that
Stuart told me his name was Lord."
Mr. Lord, who was a very absent-minded man, came in apologizing for his
"neglect in not calling sooner; he had been engaged with his sermon and
the matter had slipped his mind."
"I think you are blaming yourself undeservedly, sir," Mrs. Keith said,
giving him her hand with a cordial smile, "we arrived in town only
yesterday. Let me introduce you to my aunt, Miss Stanhope."
The two shook hands, and Mr. Lord seating himself upon a box, instead of
the chair that had been set for him, sprang up instantly with a hurried
exclamation.
A portion of the contents of a paper of tacks had been accidentally
spilt there.
The ladies were too polite to smile. Mrs. Keith offered the chair again,
simply saying, "You will find this a more comfortable seat; please
excuse the disorder we are in;" then plunged into talk about the town
and the little church he had recently organized there.
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Chapter Eighth.
"Home is the sphere of harmony and peace,
The spot where angels find a resting place,
When bearing blessings, they descend to earth."
--MRS. HALE.
CYRIL came running back carrying a covered basket.
"He's gone, girls. He wasn't the Lord at all; only a man; and he didn't
stay long; I guess 'cause he sat down on the tacks and hurted himself.
"Here's our dinner. Mother says we may eat it out here under the trees
and it'll be as good as a picnic."
"So it will. Let's see what it is," and Zillah took the basket and
lifted the lid. "Oh that's nice! buttered biscuits and cold tongue and
cheese and ginger bread--lots of it--and a turnover apiece."
"Isn't our mother good?" cried Ada gratefully. "Did you tell her about
the Indian the berries?"
"Yes; and father was there--he just came home--and he says we needn't be
a single bit afraid; they don't kill folks now, and they wouldn't dare
to hurt us right here in the town; even if they wanted to."
"Baby's been fretting a little; 'cause she's hungry, I guess," said
Zillah, putting a bit of gingerbread in the little one's hand.
"Yes; mother said you should give her some cake; and she'll come
directly and take her awhile. Now let's begin to eat, for I'm as hungry
as a big black bear."
"So am I," piped the small voices of Don and Fan. "But father always
asks a blessing first."
"Yes," assented Zillah, stopping short in her distribution of the good
things; "and mother does it when he's away, but--" and she glanced from
one to the other of the childish but grave faces of the little group.
"I'll do it," said Cyril, closing his merry blue eyes and folding his
chubby hands. "O Lord, we thank thee for the ginger bread and turnovers
and--and all the good things, Amen. Now gi me mine, Zil," opening his
eyes wide and holding out both hands.
"Ladies first, you know," answered the sister, "and we must all spread
our handkerchiefs in our laps to keep the greasy crumbs from our
clothes."
"Oh, yes; I fordot. Help Ada and Fan and yourself, then Don too, and me
last 'cause we're the gentlemen."
"No, myself last, because that's the way mother does."
"And mother and father always do everything right," commented Ada,
beginning upon her sandwich.
They were rosy, healthy children and their appetites were keen; but they
were not selfish or greedy, and the supply of food was more than amply
sufficient for all.
They were never stinted but had been taught that waste was sinful; so
the remains of the meal were put carefully by in the basket, which
Zillah then hung up on a branch near at hand.
As she did so the others set up a glad shout, "Mother's coming!" and
sprang forward to meet her, while baby held out her hands with a crow of
delight.
"Well, dears, had you plenty of dinner?" Mrs. Keith asked, taking Annis
in her arms and sitting down on the buffalo robe while they grouped
themselves about her.
"Oh yes; yes indeed! some left; and it was very good. Thank you for it,
mother."
"You quite deserved it; you have been dear, good children, taking care
of yourselves and baby all morning, and not giving any trouble to
anybody."
How the young cheeks flushed and the eyes grew bright at these words of
commendation from those dear lips. How they loved her for them, and what
an increased desire to merit her approbation they felt swelling in their
breasts.
She could stay with them only a little while but suggested various
amusements, some games they might play, some stories Zillah might relate
to the younger ones.
"Are you getting done fast, mother? can we sleep in our own home
to-night?" they asked.
"No, dears; for though the bedroom floors are cleaned there might be
some dampness that would injure us. We will go back to the tavern for
our supper and to sleep to-night; but to-morrow night we will be in our
own home once more."
"Not the nice home we used to have, though!" sighed Zillah.
"No, daughter; but we must try to be content and thankful; and if we
are, we may be as happy in the new home as we were in the old."
With that the now sleeping babe was laid gently down on the robe, a
light covering thrown over her, and with a charge to the others to take
care of her, and a caress bestowed upon each, the mother hastened back
to the house.
"We're tired running 'bout and picking flowers, Fan and Don and me,"
said Cyril; "so won't you please tell us a story now, Zil?"
"Yes; I'll tell you Androcles and the Lion; you always like that."
"Yes; and then tell 'bout the girl that had a silk dress and couldn't
run and play 'cause her shoes pinched," begged Fan.
"Oh look!" exclaimed Ada in an undertone, "see those girls. They haven't
silk dresses or shoes to pinch their toes. Don't they look queer?"
The subjects of her remarks were two little maids--one about her own
size, the other a trifle smaller--who were slowly making their way
through the bushes toward the spot where the Keith children were seated.
They had sallow, sunburnt faces, tawny, yellow locks straggling over
their shoulders, and their thin, lanky little forms were arrayed in
calico dresses faded, worn and skimpy: pantalets of the same material
but different color, appeared below their skirts. Their feet were bare,
and on their heads were sunbonnets of pasteboard covered with still
another pattern of calico both faded and soiled.
"Shall we ask them to come and join us?" queried Zillah.
"No; they don't look nice; they're dirty," whispered Cyril, with a
glance of disgust directed toward the strangers.
"Maybe dey is hungry," suggested Fan, "let's dive 'em some fing out o'
de basket."
"Good afternoon, little girls," said Zillah, raising her voice slightly
as they drew near; "will you come and sit with us?"
They shook their heads but came creeping on, each with a finger in her
mouth.
"Have you had your dinner?" An affirmative nod.
"I'm going to tell a story to these children, and if you like to come
and listen too, you can. What are your names?"
"Mine's Emmaretta Lightcap, and hers is Minerva Lightcap. She's my
sister, she is. Now go on and tell your story. Min, let's set down on
the grass right here."
They listened in open-mouthed wonder till summoned by a shrill voice
from the direction of the smithy, when they rose and scampered away.
The Keiths were a very domestic family; no place like home to them; and
all, from the father down to little Fan, were heartily weary of the
unsettled life they had led for some weeks past.
It was therefore with joy they found themselves once more able to sit
down under their own vine and fig tree, (if a rented domicile so
unsightly as "the yellow house on the corner" may fitly be compared to
natural objects so full of beauty and grace).
By the evening of the second day the advanced stage of the internal
improvements warranted them in taking possession.
As the shadows grew long the children were called in, the family
gathered about a neatly appointed table set out in the centre one of the
three lower rooms; spoken of indifferently as the sitting, or
dining-room, since it must answer both purposes.
The meal was enlivened by cheerful chat, in which the children were
allowed to take part; the only restriction being that but one voice was
to be heard at a time; and that not in loud or boisterous tones.
No domestic had been found yet and leaving mother and aunt to chat with
the father, Mildred and the younger girls cleared the table, washed the
dishes and made all neat in the kitchen.
This done they returned to the sitting-room. The great family Bible lay
open on the table before the father, a pile of hymn-books beside it.
These last Rupert took up and distributed; the father read a few verses
of Scripture and gave out a hymn. The mother's sweet voice set the tune,
the others joined in and a full chorus of praise swelled upon the summer
evening air.
It died away, and all knelt while the father offered a short but fervent
prayer giving thanks for the mercies of the day, asking for protection
through the night, confessing sins and pleading for pardon and eternal
life, for all temporal and spiritual good, through the atoning blood of
Christ.
It was thus each day was begun and ended in this truly Christian family.
"As for me and my house we will serve the Lord," was the resolution with
which Mr. and Mrs. Keith had begun their married life.
Each little one came to claim a good-night kiss from father and Aunt
Wealthy, then cheerfully followed their mother up the steep crooked
stairway to the large room above.
"Oh, how much nicer it looks!" they cried "Auntie's room too," running
to the open door and peeping in.
Everything was now clean and neat, carpets covered the rough boards of
the floor, curtains draped the windows and divided the large room into
several apartments, in each of which was a neat, white bed.
But little of their heavy furniture had been brought with them from the
old home, but its place was partially supplied by turning packing boxes
into chintz-covered and cushioned lounges, and toilet tables, whose
unsightliness was concealed by dainty drapery. Ingenuity and taste had
done wonders in making the house comfortable and attractive at small
expense.
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Chapter Ninth.
"'Tis necessity,
To which the gods must yield."
THE children had said their prayers, tired little heads were laid on
soft white pillows, weary young limbs stretched out to rest, and leaving
a kiss on each rosy mouth, the mother went down stairs to rejoin her
husband and aunt in the sitting-room.
She found Mrs. Prior with them; the good woman had "just run in" to tell
them of a girl in want of a place.
"I don't know anything about her," she went on, "except, that she's a
right decent looking girl and wants to work out a spell; and that they
tell me the family's English; respectable but poor.
"If you would wish to give her a trial; Mis' Keith, I've an opportunity
to send her word this evening and as like as not she'd get a chance to
come in with some of the country folks to-morrow."
Mrs. Keith gladly gave consent, feeling at the moment as if almost any
sort of help would be better than none; then asked, "Is there any school
in town that you could recommend for my little girls, Mrs. Prior?"
"Well, I don't know of but one and I've my doubts about that bein' such
as you'd want to send to. Damaris Drybread's the teacher, and I
shouldn't judge by her talk that she'd had a finished education;--not by
no means! still she may do well enough for little ones. I haven't any,
you know, so I haven't tried her."
"Suppose we have a light," suggested Mr. Keith, "it's growing too dark
for us to see each other's faces."
Mildred rose, went to the kitchen, and presently returned with a lighted
candle and a pair of snuffers, which she placed on the table.
Miss Stanhope was asking what sort of society was to be found in the
place, to which Mrs. Prior made answer,
"Well, ma'am, we have pretty much all sorts; and yet don't divide up in
circles like they do in a good many places. I s'pose there'll be more of
that as the town grows larger.
"There's educated folks that's fond o' books and the like, and know what
manners is, and how to talk well, and there's others that's rough and
ignorant, yet mostly well meaning with it all--real honest and
industrious.
"There are very few thieves, if any; folks leave their doors
unlocked--sometimes wide open at night, and their clothes hanging out on
the line; and I never hear of anything bein' took. There's very little
drinking either; a drunken man's a rare sight with us."
"There are a good many New Englanders here, are there not?" inquired Mr.
Keith.
"Yes, quite a good many; and from York state and Pennsylvany and
Virginia; from Jersey too; I hail from there myself.
"But I must be going, it's gettin' late; evenins is so short this time
o' year--and however it may be with Mr. Keith, I know you women folks
are tired enough to be ready for bed.
"Now don't be formal with me, but run in whenever you can. I'll always
be glad to see you.
"No, never mind your hat, Mr. Keith, I don't want a beau; for I'm not
the least mite afraid. Good-night to you all," and she hurried away.
The candle was flaring and wasting in the wind. Miss Stanhope hastened
to snuff it, remarking, "These are miserable tallows; get me some
candle to-morrow, Stuart, and I'll try to make some that will be an
improvement upon them. We have the moulds and the wick; all we want is
the tallow."
Near noon of the next day a flauntily dressed young woman walked in at
the open door and introduced herself to Mrs. Keith as the "Hinglish
girl, Viny Apple, that Mrs. Prior had recommended."
Mrs. Keith received her kindly, "Can you cook and do general housework?"
she asked.
"Yes, mum; of course, that's what I came for."
"I hope you understand how to work, but it is not to be expected that
your way will always be what will suit me best; so I trust you are
willing to be directed."
"If you're not too hard to please, mum, I'll suit, I'm sure."
"We will try it. Zillah, show Viny where she is to sleep."
"Is she to come to the table?" asked Mildred, when the two had
disappeared up the stairway.
"We shall see; I have not spoken of it yet."
"You won't put up with that, mother surely?"
"I think I must if that is the only condition on which we can have help
with our housework."
On coming down, Viny was directed to set the table for dinner, shown
where to find the requisite articles, told how many were in the family,
and left to the performance of her task.
Mildred noted the number of plates set on, and saw that Viny had counted
herself in with the rest.
"You have one plate too many," she said with some sharpness of tone.
"No, Miss."
"You certainly have. Here are eleven; and we are only ten."
"And I make 'leven," returned Viny, a hot flush on her cheek and an
angry gleam in her eyes.
"You?"
"Yes, Miss, I'm as good as the rest; and if I cook the victuals I 'ave a
right to eat 'em."
A warning glance from her mother's eye checked the angry exclamation on
the tip of Mildred's tongue.
"We will consent to your coming to the table with us, Viny, on condition
that you are always neat and tidy in appearance," Mrs. Keith remarked
in a quiet tone. "And now you may help me to dish up the dinner."
Aunt Wealthy was busied with her candle moulds in one corner of the
kitchen; putting in the wicks.
"So that question's settled," she said in an aside to her niece; "and I
think you have done wisely, Marcia."
The faces that surrounded the dinner-table that day were a study. Those
of Miss Stanhope and Mrs. Keith wore their usual placid expression, but
Mildred's was flushed and angry, Rupert's full of astonishment,
reflected to some extent by the younger ones, while that of the new
comer expressed self-assertion and defiance.
Mr. Keith glanced quizzically from one to another for a moment. Then
gave his attention to filling the plates; talking at the same time in a
cheerful strain.
"I have found a lot, wife, which I think will suit us for building on.
If nobody feels too tired for a walk after tea we will all go and look
at it. It is to be for the family, and the family must decide as to its
merits."
This turned the current of thought and all the young people grew eager
and animated. It was quite evident that no one intended to be too much
fatigued to be of the party of inspection.
In the midst of the talk a low, half-terrified exclamation from Fan drew
the attention of all, and following the direction of her glance they saw
a tall Indian in the doorway, while beyond in the street, were many
others, some on foot, some on horseback, some in the act of dismounting.
They were of both sexes and all ages; the papooses tied into little
wooden troughs which the mothers stood up on end on the ground.
The babies were very quiet, not a whimper to be heard from any of them;
though they were deprived of the use of their hands--their clothing
being a straight strip of cloth folded around their bodies in such a way
as to pin their poor little arms down to their sides--and had nothing to
amuse them but a string of tiny bells stretched across the trough in
front of their faces.