Part 19 (1/2)

And when both Mr. Robbins and the Mother Bird tried to expostulate, the Dean only laughed at them, brus.h.i.+ng their arguments aside.

”Why, if I were to turn over everything I own to the clan of Robbins, I could hardly pay back all that Kit has done for me. I'm a new man, Jerry.

Sometimes I feel like a prehistoric toad just released from a clay-bank and blinking in the sunlight. Not only has she taught me the joy of living, but through her ingenuity she brought about one of the greatest discoveries that has been made in years on ancient Egypt. I feel guilty in taking any credit for it whatsoever, for while I was groping blindly after the solution, she put her finger, as it were, on the whole source of the trouble.”

After they had returned west, and Jean had gone back to New York, Kit found her opportunity of laying her summer plan before her mother and father.

”There are acres and acres here that we never use at all. All that wonderful land on both sides of the river up through the valley, and the two islands besides. What I thought we could do was this, if you could just let us girls manage it. Couldn't we start a regular tent colony? Jean was telling me before she left about an artists' colony up in the Catskills, where they have tents fitted up for light housekeeping, and I'm sure we could do it here.”

It had taken much argument and figuring on paper before the consent of both was won, but Cousin Roxy approved of the scheme highly.

”Land alive, Elizabeth Ann,” she exclaimed, heartily, ”don't crush anything that looks like budding initiative in your girls. I'd let them put tents all over the place until it blossomed like the wilderness.

There's a stack of old furniture up in the garret at Maple Lawn and over at Elmhurst, too, and they're welcome to it. Get some pots of paint in and go to work, girls.”

Kit acted immediately on the suggestion and drove up with Shad to look over the collection of discarded antiques in the two garrets. What she liked best of all were the three-drawer, old-fas.h.i.+oned chests and hand-made wooden chairs. There were ewer stands also, and several old single slat bedsteads.

”We're going to paint them all over, mother dear, in the loveliest yellows and grays, and Shad says that it won't be any trick at all for him to build the floors for us, and he says he can fix up little hanging-cupboards like they have in the tea-rooms, don't you know, to hold a few plates and dishes for light housekeeping.”

”I don't see what else we're going to need,” Helen put in, thoughtfully, ”except the finis.h.i.+ng touches, and I can add those. They'll need some jars for wild flowers and cus.h.i.+ons and little things like that.”

”Well, don't forget that they'll have to eat some time,” Cousin Roxy remarked. ”Get some two-burner oil stoves and folding tables and camp chairs, or if you want to be real rustic and quaint, have Shad here knock some white birch ones together, and probably the city folks will admire them more than anything you could buy. Lay in a stock of candles and bracket lamps. I'd make them bring up their own bedding if I were you, 'cause that would be the only nuisance you'd have to contend with.”

”It's too bad,” Kit said, reflectively, ”that we're so far away from any kind of stores. I'm planning on eight tents all together, and there'll be ever so many things people will want to buy. Do you suppose, mother, that Mr. Peckham would let Sally manage anything like that up here? She's just dying to do something besides housework all her life.”

”But where would you put her, dear?”

”Put her in another tent, if we couldn't do anything else, but I'll bet a cookie the boys down there at the mill could throw together a perfectly dandy little slab shack with birch tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs. They could either have it down by the mill or put it right here at the crossroads. Sally could put in all kinds of supplies, kodaks and phonographs and post-cards and candy.”

”Better put in a few canned goods, too, and staples,” added Cousin Roxy.

”I declare, I'd kind of like to have a hand in that myself. I'd put Cynthy to work right away at home bakery goods. Kit, I do believe, child, you've started something that may waken Gilead out of its Rip Van Winkle slumber.”

Kit thought so too before she had half started the winter's work. Shad became a tower of strength when it came to painting the old furniture.

They took one of the large upper chambers that was unoccupied, and set up a stove to keep it warm. Helen called it the atelier, but it was more like a paint shop before Shad finished.

Jean did her share by sending up some stencils she had designed herself for the backs of the chairs and panels in the chests and headboards.

”They look just exactly like the painted furniture you see in the New York shops,” Cousin Roxy declared, the first time she inspected the results.

”When the Judge and I were down before Christmas, I saw a little dining-room set that looked kind of cute, although it wasn't anything but plain gray with a few morning-glory vines trailing over it. I think you've done splendidly, girls. You've set your hand to the plow and started some fine deep furrows. But just remember, it's a long way around a ten-acre lot, so faint not in the heat of the day.”

Kit herself attacked the problem of winning over the Peckhams to her idea of Sally's taking charge of a little store at the crossroads. Sally herself sat with wide anxious eyes on the extreme edge of a black haircloth armchair, while her mother said over and over again it was utterly impossible.

”Why, I couldn't get along without Sally, especially in the summer, with all the fruit to put up and the young ones home from school.”

”But, Mrs. Peckham,” pleaded Kit, ”when you were Sally's age, wasn't there ever anything that you wanted to do or be with all your heart and soul?

Didn't you ever just want to get away from what you had been doing for years, and start something new?”