AN EVENTFUL DAY
"Not a bit," chirped Midget, who was determined to be plucky to the
last; "we just came down here to get cooled off, and somehow we can't
get up."
"Well, if ye aren't a team of Terrors!" exclaimed the exasperated
Carter. "I've a good mind to let ye stay down there and GET cooled off!"
Carter was really frightened, but Marjorie's voice was so reassuring
that his mood turned to anger at the children's foolishness. As he
looked into the situation, however, and saw the girls clasping each
other as they hung half-way down the well, his alarm returned.
"How CAN I get ye up, ye bad babies! Whichever one I pull up, the other
one must go down and drown!"
The reaction was beginning to tell upon Molly, and her bravery was
oozing out at her fingerends.
"Let me down," she wailed, brokenly; "it was all my fault. Save
Marjorie and let me go!"
"No, indeed," cried Marjorie, gripping Molly closer; "I'm the heaviest.
Let me go down and pull Molly up, Carter."
"Quit your nonsense, Miss Midget, and let me think a minute. For the
life of me I don't know how to get ye out of this scrape, but I must
manage it somehow."
"It's easy enough, Carter," cried Marjorie, whose gayety had returned
now that a rescue seemed probable. "You pull me up first and let Molly
go down, but not as far as the water,--and when I get nearly up,
there's a stick through the chain that will stop me. Then I'll get out,
and you can pull Molly up after."
But Molly's nerve was almost gone. "Don't leave me," she cried,
clutching frantically at Midge. "Don't send me down alone, I'm so
frightened!"
"But, Molly dear, it's the only way! I'd just as leave let you go up
first, but I'm so heavy I'd drop ker-splash! and you'd go flying up!"
But Molly wouldn't agree to go down, and she began to cry hysterically.
So Carter settled the question.
"It's no use, Miss Midget," he called down, in a stern voice, "to try
to send Miss Molly down. She's in no state to take care of herself, and
you are. Now be a brave little lady and obey my word and I'll save you
both; but if you don't mind me exactly, ye'll be drowned for sure!"
Marjorie was pretty well scared at Molly's collapse, and she agreed to
do whatever Carter commanded.
"All right, then," said Carter. "Do you two let go of each other and
each hang tightly to her own chain, and push your buckets apart as far
as you can, but don't hit the sides of the well."
Somewhat inspirited at the thought of rescue, Molly took a firm hold of
her chain and pushed herself loose from Marjorie. Marjorie had faith in
Carter's promises, but she felt a sinking at her heart as she began to
descend the dark well and came nearer and nearer to the black water.
With great care, Carter drew up the bucketful of Molly, and when
Midge's bucket was still at a safe distance above the water, he stayed
the chain with a stick, and pulled Molly the rest of the way up merely
by his own strong muscles.
He safely landed the bucket on the curb, and picking the exhausted
child out, laid her on the grass, without a word.
He then went back to the well and spoke very decidedly to Marjorie.
"Miss Midget," he said, "now I'll pull ye up, but ye must do your share
of helpin'. When ye reach the other bucket, shove it aside, that it
doesn't hit ye. Stand straight and hold tight, now!"
Marjorie did as she was told, and, slowly but steadily, Carter pulled
her up. At last she, too, was once again out in the sunlight, and she
and Molly sat on the grass and looked at each other, uncertain whether
to laugh or cry.
"It was a narrow escape," said Carter, shaking his head at them, "and
what puts such wicked mischief into your heads, I don't know. But it's
not for me to be reprovin' ye. March into the house now, and tell your
Grandma about it, and see what she says."
"I'll go in," said Marjorie, "but if you'd rather, Molly, you can go
home. I'll tell Grandma about it, myself."
"No," said Molly, "it was my fault. I coaxed you into it, and I'm going
to tell your grandma about it."
"I was just as much to blame as you, for I didn't have to go down the
well just because you coaxed me. But I'll be glad if you will come with
me, for, of course, we can explain it better together."
Hand in hand the two culprits walked into the room where Mrs. Sherwood
sat sewing.
They were a sorry-looking pair, indeed! Their pretty gingham frocks
were limp and stringy with dampness, and soiled and stained from
contact with the buckets and the moss-grown sides of the well.
Marjorie had been unable to get her shoes on over her damp, torn
stockings, and as Molly's head had been drenched with water, she
presented a forlorn appearance.
Grandma Sherwood looked at them with an expression, not so much of
surprise, as amused exasperation.
"I'm glad you weren't killed," she said, "but you look as if you had
come very near it. What have you been up to now?"
"We haven't been up at all, Grandma," said Marjorie, cheerfully, "we've
been down--in the well."
"In the well!" exclaimed Mrs. Sherwood, her face blank with surprise.
"Marjorie, what can I do with you? I shall have to send you home before
your vacation is over, unless you stop getting into mischief! Did you
fall down?"
"It was my fault, Mrs. Sherwood," said Molly; "truly, I didn't mean
mischief, but it was such a hot day and I thought it would be cool down
the well--"
"And it was," interrupted Marjorie; "and we had a pretty good
time,--only I was too heavy and I went down whizz--zip! And Molly came
flying up, and if we hadn't caught each other, I s'pect we'd both have
been drowned!"
Grandma Sherwood began to realize that there had been not only mischief
but real danger in this latest escapade.
"Molly," she said, "you may go home, and tell your mother about it, and
I will talk it over with Marjorie. I think you were equally to blame,
for, though Molly proposed the plan, Marjorie ought not to have
consented."
So Molly went home and Mrs. Sherwood had a long and serious talk with
her little granddaughter. She did not scold,--Grandma Sherwood never
scolded,--but she explained to Marjorie that, unless she curbed her
impulsive inclinations to do reckless things, she would certainly make
serious trouble for herself and her friends.
"It doesn't matter at all," she said, "who proposes the mischief. You
do just as wrong in consenting to take part, as if you invented the
plan yourself."
"But, Grandma, truly I didn't see any harm in going down the well to
get cooled off. The buckets are big and the chains are very strong, and
I thought we would just go down slowly and swing around awhile and pull
ourselves up again."
"Oh, Midget, will you never learn commonsense? I know you're only
twelve, but it seems as if you ought to know better than to do such
absurd things."
"It does seem so, Grandma, and I'll try to learn. Perhaps if you punish
me for this I'll grow better. Punishment most always does me good."
Grandma Sherwood suppressed a smile.
"I always punish you, Midget, when you do wrong through forgetfulness,
because I think punishment helps your memory. But I don't think you'll
ever FORGET that you're not to go down the well again. But next time it
will be some other dreadful thing; something totally different, and
something that it would never occur to me to warn you against. However,
I do want you to remember not to do things that endanger your life, so
I think I shall punish you for this morning's performance. You may
remain in your own room all the afternoon,--at least, until Uncle Steve
comes home."
Grandma's command was not so much for the sake of punishing Marjorie as
the thought that the child really needed a quiet afternoon of rest
after her experience of the morning.
Marjorie sighed a little, but accepted her fate, and after dinner went
to her room to spend the afternoon. It was not a great hardship, for
there was plenty of entertainment there, and had it been a rainy day,
she could have occupied herself happily. But the knowledge that she was
there as a punishment weighed on her mind, and depressed her spirits;
and she wandered idly about the room, unable to take an interest in her
books or toys.
Grandma looked in from time to time and gave her an encouraging smile
and a few words of comfort; for, though intending to be strict with
Midget, like all other grandmas, Mrs. Sherwood greatly preferred to be
indulgent.
After a while Molly came over, and, as she seemed so penitent and full
of remorse, Mrs. Sherwood told her that, if she chose, she might go up
to Marjorie's room and share her imprisonment.
Nothing loath, Molly trotted upstairs, and the lonesome Marjorie was
glad, indeed, to see her. After a short discussion of the affair of the
morning, Marjorie said, with her usual inclination to keep away from
disagreeable subjects: "Don't let's talk about it any more. Let's have
some good fun up here. I'm so glad Grandma let you come up."
"All right," said Molly, "what shall we do?"
"Let's make paper dresses. Here's a stack of newspapers Grandma was
going to throw away, and I saved them."
"Goody! What fun! Shall we pin or sew?"
"We'll pin till the pins give out, and then we'll sew."
"Paper dresses" was a favorite pastime with the children. Usually
Stella was with them, and they depended a good deal on her taste and
skill. But to-day they had to manage without her, and so the dresses,
though fairly well made, were not the fashionable garments Stella
turned out.
A whole double sheet of newspaper was long enough for a skirt, which,
in a paper dress, was always down to the floor, like grown-up gowns,
and usually had a long train. Sometimes they pasted the papers
together, and sometimes pinned or sewed them, as the mood served.
The waists were often quite elaborate with surplice folds, and puffy
sleeves, and wide, crushed belts.
So absorbed did they grow in their costumes that the time passed
rapidly. At last they stood, admiring each other, in their finished
paper gowns, with paper accessories of fans, hats, and even parasols,
which were considered great works of art.
"Let's play we're going riding in an automobile," said Molly.
"All right; what shall be the automobile--the bed?"
"No, that isn't high enough. I don't mean a private automobile, I mean
one of those big touring things where you sit 'way up high."
"Let's get up on top of the wardrobe."
"No, that's too high, and the bureau isn't high enough. Let's get out
on the roof and hang our feet over."
"No," said Marjorie, decidedly; "that would be getting into mischief;
and besides, I promised Grandma I wouldn't leave the room. Come on,
Molly, let's climb up on the wardrobe. There can't be any harm in that,
and 'twill be lots of fun."
"How can we get up?"
Marjorie looked at the wardrobe and meditated. "Easy enough," she said
after a moment: "we'll just put a chair on the table and climb up as
nice as pie!"
The girls worked energetically, yet careful not to tear their paper
costumes; and removing the things from a strong square table, they
pushed it up to the wardrobe. On this they set a chair, and Marjorie
volunteered to go up first, saying that, if it didn't break down with
her, it surely wouldn't with Molly.
So Molly held the table firmly, while Marjorie climbed up and, though
it required some scrambling, she finally reached the top of the heavy
wardrobe, without more than a dozen tears in her paper dress.
"Bring up my parasol, Molly," she said, "I forgot it; and bring some
papers and the scissors, and we'll make some automobile goggles."
Laden with these things, Molly briskly started to climb up. The light,
wiry child sprang easily on to the table, and then on to the chair.
Marjorie lent a helping hand, but just as Molly crawled up to the top
of the wardrobe, her flying foot kicked the chair over, which in turn
upset the table.
"Now, you HAVE done it!" said Marjorie. "How are we going to get down?"
"It seems to me," said Molly, grimly, "that we're always getting into
places where we can't get down, or can't get up, or something."
"Never mind; Jane or somebody will come along soon and set the table up
again for us."
It really was great fun to play they were on a high motor car seeing
New York. But after a while the game palled, and their paper dresses
became torn, and the girls wanted to get down and play something else.
But neither Jane nor any one else happened to come along, and though
Marjorie called a few times, nobody seemed to be within hearing.
"I should think we could find some way to get down," said Molly. "Can't
you think of any way, Mops?"
Marjorie considered. To jump was out of the question, as it would
probably mean a sprained ankle.
"I wish we had a rope ladder," she said, "and, Molly, I do believe we
can make one. Not a ladder, exactly, but don't you know how people
sometimes escape from prisons by tying sheets together and letting
themselves down?"
"Yes, but we haven't any sheets."
"I know it, but we can take our dress skirts. Not the paper ones, but
our own gingham ones. They're strong, thick stuff, and we can tie them
together somehow and let ourselves down that way."
Although obliged to work in somewhat cramped quarters, the girls
managed to take off their dress skirts, and, as they were very full,
one of them was really sufficient to reach far enough down the side of
the wardrobe to make a jump possible.
"I'll tell you what," said Marjorie: "let's tie the two together at the
corners like this, and then put it right across the top of the
wardrobe, and each of us slide down on opposite sides."
When the full skirts were stretched out to their greatest width and
tied together by their hems, at what Marjorie called a corner, the
girls flung the whole affair across the top of the wardrobe, and sure
enough, the skirts hung down on either side to within four or five feet
of the floor, which was quite near enough to jump.
So thick and strong was the material, there was really no danger of
tearing it, and in great glee the girls grasped their life-line and
half slid, half clambered down.
They came down on the floor with a sudden thump, but in safety. All
would have been well had they had sense enough to let go of their
gingham skirts, but, doubled up with laughter, they clung to them, with
the result that a sudden and unintentional jerk forward brought the
whole wardrobe over on its face, and it fell crashing to the floor.
Such a racket as it made! It fell upon a small table, whose load of
vases and bric-a-brac was totally wrecked. It also smashed a chair and
very nearly hit the bird-cage.
And just at this moment, of all times, Uncle Steve appeared at the door!
Although dismayed at the catastrophe, Uncle Steve couldn't help
laughing at the astonished faces of the two girls. For, jubilant at the
success of their descent, the accompanying disaster had been thrust on
them so suddenly that they scarcely knew what it all meant. And
costumed as they were, in their little ruffled white petticoats, with
hats and bodices made of newspaper, the sight was a comical one indeed.
"Marjorie Maynard!" exclaimed Uncle Steve, "you certainly DO beat the
Dutch, and Molly lends you valuable aid. Would you mind telling me WHY
you prefer the wardrobe flat on its face instead of in an upright
position?"
"Oh, Uncle Steve it upset itself, and I'm so sorry!"
"Oh, well, if it upset itself I suppose it did so because it prefers to
lie that way. Probably it was tired and wanted to rest. Wardrobes are a
lazy lot, anyway. But do you know, I was stupid enough to think that
you girls had something to do with its downfall."
"Oh, we did, Uncle Steve," declared Marjorie, and as by this time her
uncle's arm was around her, and she realized his sympathetic attitude
in the matter, she rapidly began to tell him all about it.
"We were playing automobile, you see--"
"Oh, well, if it was an automobile accident, it's not at all
surprising. Was it reckless driving, or did you collide with something?"
"We collided with the table," said Marjorie, laughing; but just then
Grandma Sherwood appeared, and somehow the look of consternation on her
face seemed to take all the fun out of the whole affair.
But Uncle Steve stood between Marjorie and a reprimand, and in
consequence of his comical explanation of the disaster, Mrs. Sherwood
fell to laughing, and the tragedy became a comedy.
And then, at Uncle Steve's orders, the girls were made tidy, and he
took them out for a drive, while the long-suffering Carter was called
in to remove all evidences of the dreadful automobile accident.