"Somebody had hooked them!" cried Ned.
"No, there they were, but some one had stolen all the fruit out ofthem by lifting up the upper crust and then putting it down after thegooseberry had been scraped out."
"What a mean trick!" and Nan looked at Tommy, as if to imply that hewould do the same.
"When she told the boys her plan and showed them the poor littlepatties all robbed of their sweetness, the boys were much grieved anddisappointed, and all declared that they knew nothing about the matter.'Perhaps the rats did it,' said Lewis, who was among the loudest to denyany knowledge of the tarts. 'No, rats would have nibbled crust and all,and never lifted it up and scooped out the fruit. Hands did that,' saidMiss Crane, who was more troubled about the lie that some one must havetold than about her lost patties. Well, they had supper and went to bed,but in the night Miss Crane heard some one groaning, and going tosee who it was she found Lewis in great pain. He had evidently eatensomething that disagreed with him, and was so sick that Miss Crane wasalarmed, and was going to send for the doctor, when Lewis moaned out,'It's the gooseberries; I ate them, and I must tell before I die,' forthe thought of a doctor frightened him. 'If that is all, I'll give youan emetic and you will soon get over it,' said Miss Crane. So Lewis hada good dose, and by morning was quite comfortable. 'Oh, don't tell theboys; they will laugh at me so,' begged the invalid. Kind Miss Cranepromised not to, but Sally, the girl, told the story, and poor Lewis hadno peace for a long time. His mates called him Old Gooseberry, and werenever tired of asking him the price of tarts."
"Served him right," said Emil.
"Badness always gets found out," added Demi, morally.
"No, it don't," muttered Jack, who was tending the apples with greatdevotion, so that he might keep his back to the rest and account for hisred face.
"Is that all?" asked Dan.
"No, that is only the first part; the second part is more interesting.Some time after this a peddler came by one day and stopped to show histhings to the boys, several of whom bought pocket-combs, jew's-harps,and various trifles of that sort. Among the knives was a littlewhite-handled penknife that Lewis wanted very much, but he had spent allhis pocket-money, and no one had any to lend him. He held the knife inhis hand, admiring and longing for it, till the man packed up his goodsto go, then he reluctantly laid it down, and the man went on his way.The next day, however, the peddler returned to say that he could notfind that very knife, and thought he must have left it at Miss Crane's.It was a very nice one with a pearl handle, and he could not affordto lose it. Every one looked, and every one declared they knew nothingabout it. 'This young gentleman had it last, and seemed to want it verymuch. Are you quite sure you put it back?' said the man to Lewis, whowas much troubled at the loss, and vowed over and over again that he didreturn it. His denials seemed to do no good, however, for every one wassure he had taken it, and after a stormy scene Miss Crane paid for it,and the man went grumbling away."
"Did Lewis have it?" cried Nat, much excited.
"You will see. Now poor Lewis had another trial to bear, for the boyswere constantly saying, 'Lend me your pearl-handled knife, Gooseberry,'and things of that sort, till Lewis was so unhappy he begged to be senthome. Miss Crane did her best to keep the boys quiet, but it was hardwork, for they would tease, and she could not be with them all thetime. That is one of the hardest things to teach boys; they won't 'hita fellow when he is down,' as they say, but they will torment him inlittle ways till he would thank them to fight it out all round."
"I know that," said Dan.
"So do I," added Nat, softly.
Jack said nothing, but he quite agreed; for he knew that the elder boysdespised him, and let him alone for that very reason.
"Do go on about poor Lewis, Aunt Jo. I don't believe he took the knife,but I want to be sure," said Daisy, in great anxiety.
"Well, week after week went on and the matter was not cleared up.The boys avoided Lewis, and he, poor fellow, was almost sick with thetrouble he had brought upon himself. He resolved never to tell anotherlie, and tried so hard that Miss Crane pitied and helped him, and reallycame at last to believe that he did not take the knife. Two months afterthe peddler's first visit, he came again, and the first thing he saidwas,
"'Well, ma'am, I found that knife after all. It had slipped behind thelining of my valise, and fell out the other day when I was putting in anew stock of goods. I thought I'd call and let you know, as you paid forit, and maybe would like it, so here it is.'"
"The boys had all gathered round, and at these words they felt muchashamed, and begged Lewis' pardon so heartily that he could not refuseto give it. Miss Crane presented the knife to him, and he kept it manyyears to remind him of the fault that had brought him so much trouble."
"I wonder why it is that things you eat on the sly hurt you, and don'twhen you eat them at table," observed Stuffy, thoughtfully.
"Perhaps your conscience affects your stomach," said Mrs. Jo, smiling athis speech.
"He is thinking of the cucumbers," said Ned, and a gale of merrimentfollowed the words, for Stuffy's last mishap had been a funny one.
He ate two large cucumbers in private, felt very ill, and confidedhis anguish to Ned, imploring him to do something. Ned good-naturedlyrecommended a mustard plaster and a hot flat iron to the feet; only inapplying these remedies he reversed the order of things, and put theplaster on the feet, the flat iron on the stomach, and poor Stuffy wasfound in the barn with blistered soles and a scorched jacket.
"Suppose you tell another story, that was such an interesting one," saidNat, as the laughter subsided.
Before Mrs. Jo could refuse these insatiable Oliver Twists, Rob walkedinto the room trailing his little bed-cover after him, and wearingan expression of great sweetness as he said, steering straight to hismother as a sure haven of refuge,
"I heard a great noise, and I thought sumfin dreffle might havehappened, so I came to see."
"Did you think I would forget you, naughty boy?" asked his mother,trying to look stern.
"No; but I thought you'd feel better to see me right here," respondedthe insinuating little party.
"I had much rather see you in bed, so march straight up again, Robin."
"Everybody that comes in here has to tell a story, and you can't soyou'd better cut and run," said Emil.
"Yes, I can! I tell Teddy lots of ones, all about bears and moons, andlittle flies that say things when they buzz," protested Rob, bound tostay at any price.
"Tell one now, then, right away," said Dan, preparing to shoulder andbear him off.
"Well, I will; let me fink a minute," and Rob climbed into his mother'slap, where he was cuddled, with the remark
"It is a family failing, this getting out of bed at wrong times. Demiused to do it; and as for me, I was hopping in and out all night long.Meg used to think the house was on fire, and send me down to see, and Iused to stay and enjoy myself, as you mean to, my bad
son."
"I've finked now," observed Rob, quite at his ease, and eager to win theentree into this delightful circle.
Every one looked and listened with faces full of suppressed merriment asRob, perched on his mother's knee and wrapped in the gay coverlet, toldthe following brief but tragic tale with an earnestness that made itvery funny:
"Once a lady had a million children, and one nice little boy. She wentup-stairs and said, 'You mustn't go in the yard.' But he wented, andfell into the pump, and was drowned dead."
"Is that all?" asked Franz, as Rob paused out of breath with thisstartling beginning.
"No, there is another piece of it," and Rob knit his downy eyebrows inthe effort to evolve another inspiration.
"What did the lady do when he fell into the pump?" asked his mother, tohelp him on.
"Oh, she pumped him up, and wrapped him in a newspaper, and put him on ashelf to dry for seed."
A general explosion of laughter greeted this surprising conclusion, andMrs. Jo patted the curly head, as she said, solemnly,
"My son, you inherit your mother's gift of story-telling. Go where glorywaits thee."
"Now I can stay, can't I? Wasn't it a good story?" cried Rob, in highfeather at his superb success.
"You can stay till you have eaten these twelve pop-corns," said hismother, expecting to see them vanish at one mouthful.
But Rob was a shrewd little man, and got the better of her by eatingthem one by one very slowly, and enjoying every minute with all hismight.
"Hadn't you better tell the other story, while you wait for him?" saidDemi, anxious that no time should be lost.
"I really have nothing but a little tale about a wood-box," said Mrs.Jo, seeing that Rob had still seven corns to eat.
"Is there a boy in it?"
"It is all boy."
"Is it true?" asked Demi.
"Every bit of it."
"Goody! tell on, please."
"James Snow and his mother lived in a little house, up in New Hampshire.They were poor, and James had to work to help his mother, but he lovedbooks so well he hated work, and just wanted to sit and study all daylong."
"How could he! I hate books, and like work," said Dan, objecting toJames at the very outset.
"It takes all sorts of people to make a world; workers and students bothare needed, and there is room for all. But I think the workers shouldstudy some, and the students should know how to work if necessary,"answered Mrs. Jo, looking from Dan to Demi with a significantexpression.
"I'm sure I do work," and Demi showed three small hard spots in hislittle palm, with pride.
"And I'm sure I study," added Dan, nodding with a groan toward theblackboard full of neat figures.
"See what James did. He did not mean to be selfish, but his mother wasproud of him, and let him do as he liked, working by herself that hemight have books and time to read them. One autumn James wanted to goto school, and went to the minister to see if he would help him, aboutdecent clothes and books. Now the minister had heard the gossip aboutJames's idleness, and was not inclined to do much for him, thinkingthat a boy who neglected his mother, and let her slave for him, wasnot likely to do very well even at school. But the good man felt moreinterested when he found how earnest James was, and being rather an oddman, he made this proposal to the boy, to try now sincere he was.
"'I will give you clothes and books on one condition, James.'
"'What is that, sir?' and the boy brightened up at once.
"'You are to keep your mother's wood-box full all winter long, and doit yourself. If you fail, school stops.' James laughed at the queercondition and readily agreed to it, thinking it a very easy one.
"He began school, and for a time got on capitally with the wood-box,for it was autumn, and chips and brushwood were plentiful. He ran outmorning and evening and got a basket full, or chopped up the cat sticksfor the little cooking stove, and as his mother was careful and saving,the task was not hard. But in November the frost came, the days weredull and cold, and wood went fast. His mother bought a load with her ownearnings, but it seemed to melt away, and was nearly gone, before Jamesremembered that he was to get the next. Mrs. Snow was feeble and lamewith rheumatism, and unable to work as she had done, so James had to putdown the books, and see what he could do.
"It was hard, for he was going on well, and so interested in hislessons that he hated to stop except for food and sleep. But he knew theminister would keep his word, and much against his will James set aboutearning money in his spare hours, lest the wood-box should get empty.He did all sorts of things, ran errands, took care of a neighbor's cow,helped the old sexton dust and warm the church on Sundays, and in theseways got enough to buy fuel in small quantities. But it was hard work;the days were short, the winter was bitterly cold, and precious timewent fast, and the dear books were so fascinating, that it was sad toleave them, for dull duties that never seemed done.
"The minister watched him quietly, and seeing that he was in earnesthelped him without his knowledge. He met him often driving the woodsleds from the forest, where the men were chopping and as James ploddedbeside the slow oxen, he read or studied, anxious to use every minute.'The boy is worth helping, this lesson will do him good, and when hehas learned it, I will give him an easier one,' said the ministerto himself, and on Christmas eve a splendid load of wood was quietlydropped at the door of the little house, with a new saw and a bit ofpaper, saying only,
"'The Lord helps those who help themselves.'
"Poor James expected nothing, but when he woke on that cold Christmasmorning, he found a pair of warm mittens, knit by his mother, with herstiff painful fingers. This gift pleased him very much, but her kissand tender look as she called him her 'good son,' was better still. Intrying to keep her warm, he had warmed his own heart, you see, andin filling the wood-box he had also filled those months with dutiesfaithfully done. He began to see this, to feel that there was somethingbetter than books, and to try to learn the lessons God set him, as wellas those his school-master gave.
"When he saw the great pile of oak and pine logs at his door, and readthe little paper, he knew who sent it, and understood the minister'splan; thanked him for it, and fell to work with all his might. Otherboys frolicked that day, but James sawed wood, and I think of allthe lads in the town the happiest was the one in the new mittens, whowhistled like a blackbird as he filled his mother's wood-box."
"That's a first rater!" cried Dan, who enjoyed a simple matter-of-facestory better than the finest fairy tale; "I like that fellow after all."
"I could saw wood for you, Aunt Jo!" said Demi, feeling as if a newmeans of earning money for his mother was suggested by the story.
"Tell about a bad boy. I like them best," said Nan.
"You'd better tell about a naughty cross-patch of a girl," said Tommy,whose evening had been spoilt by Nan's unkindness. It made his appletaste bitter, his pop-corn was insipid, his nuts were hard to crack, andthe sight of Ned and Nan on one bench made him feel his life a burden.
But there were no more stories from Mrs. Jo, for on looking down at Robhe was discovered to be fast asleep with his last corn firmly clasped inhis chubby hand. Bundling him up in his coverlet, his mother carried himaway and tucked him up with no fear of his popping out again.
"Now let's see who will come next," said Emil, setting the doortemptingly ajar.
Mary Ann passed first, and he called out to her, but Silas had warnedher, and she only laughed and hurried on in spite of their enticements.Presently a door opened, and a strong voice was heard humming in thehall,
"Ich weiss nicht was soll es bedeuten Dass ich so traurig bin."
"It's Uncle Fritz; all laugh loud and he will be sure to come in," saidEmil.
A wild burst of laughter followed, and in came Uncle Fritz, asking,"What is the joke, my lads?"
"Caught! caught! you can't go out till you've told a story," cried theboys, slamming the door.
"So! that is the joke then? Well, I have no wish to go,
it is sopleasant here, and I pay my forfeit at once," which he did by sittingdown and beginning instantly,
"A long time ago your Grandfather, Demi, went to lecture in a greattown, hoping to get some money for a home for little orphans thatsome good people were getting up. His lecture did well, and he put aconsiderable sum of money in his pocket, feeling very happy about it. Ashe was driving in a chaise to another town, he came to a lonely bit ofroad, late in the afternoon, and was just thinking what a good place itwas for robbers when he saw a bad-looking man come out of the woodsin front of him and go slowly along as if waiting till he came up. Thethought of the money made Grandfather rather anxious, and at first hehad a mind to turn round and drive away. But the horse was tired, andthen he did not like to suspect the man, so he kept on, and when he gotnearer and saw how poor and sick and ragged the stranger looked, hisheart reproached him, and stopping, he said in a kind voice,
"'My friend, you look tired; let me give you a lift.' The man seemedsurprised, hesitated a minute, and then got in. He did not seem inclinedto talk, but Grandfather kept on in his wise, cheerful way, speaking ofwhat a hard year it had been, how much the poor had suffered, and howdifficult it was to get on sometimes. The man slowly softened a little,and won by the kind chat, told his story. How he had been sick, couldget no work, had a family of children, and was almost in despair.Grandfather was so full of pity that he forgot his fear, and, asking theman his name, said he would try to get him work in the next town, as hehad friends there. Wishing to get at pencil and paper to write down theaddress, Grandfather took out his plump pocket-book, and the minute hedid so, the man's eye was on it. Then Grandfather remembered what was init and trembled for his money, but said quietly,
"'Yes, I have a little sum here for some poor orphans. I wish it was myown, I would so gladly give you some of it. I am not rich, but I knowmany of the trials of the poor; this five dollars is mine, and I want togive it to you for your children.'
"The hard, hungry look in the man's eyes changed to a grateful one as hetook the small sum, freely given, and left the orphans' money untouched.He rode on with Grandfather till they approached the town, then he askedto be set down. Grandpa shook hands with him, and was about to drive on,when the man said, as if something made him, 'I was desperate when wemet, and I meant to rob you, but you were so kind I couldn't do it. Godbless you, sir, for keeping me from it!'"
"Did Grandpa ever see him again?" asked Daisy, eagerly.
"No; but I believe the man found work, and did not try robbery anymore."
"That was a curious way to treat him; I'd have knocked him down," saidDan.
"Kindness is always better than force. Try it and see," answered Mr.Bhaer, rising.
"Tell another, please," cried Daisy.
"You must, Aunt Jo did," added Demi.
"Then I certainly won't, but keep my others for next time. Too manytales are as bad as too many bonbons. I have paid my forfeit and I go,"and Mr. Bhaer ran for his life, with the whole flock in full pursuit. Hehad the start, however, and escaped safely into his study, leaving theboys to go rioting back again.
They were so stirred up by the race that they could not settle to theirformer quiet, and a lively game of Blindman's Buff followed, in whichTommy showed that he had taken the moral of the last story to heart,for, when he caught Nan, he whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry I calledyou a cross-patch."
Nan was not to be outdone in kindness, so, when they played "Button,button, who's got the button?" and it was her turn to go round, shesaid, "Hold fast all I give you," with such a friendly smile at Tommy,that he was not surprised to find the horse-hair ring in his handinstead of the button. He only smiled back at her then, but when theywere going to bed, he offered Nan the best bite of his last apple; shesaw the ring on his stumpy little finger, accepted the bite, and peacewas declared. Both were ashamed of the temporary coldness, neither wasashamed to say, "I was wrong, forgive me," so the childish friendshipremained unbroken, and the home in the willow lasted long, a pleasantlittle castle in the air.