Part 13 (1/2)

Within the house, too, the children accomplished a revolution. The girls did nearly all the work, Hannah declared, and did it so swiftly they left her in a state of dazed admiration. Of course, they were liable to drop an unfinished task and take a sudden excursion to field or wood, but, on the whole, even Mrs. Winters was forced to confess that they were a caution, and no mistake, and might be smart housekeepers some day, if Hannah would only make them behave.

Sometimes a doubt of their absolute perfection would darken, for a moment, their foster-mother's placid sky, but even then her blame was tempered with praise.

”Well! well! well!” she remarked one evening, ”yous youngsters is awful smart, that's a fact; but I'm 'most scared you're too smart.”

This confession was wrung from her by the black-haired twin's dexterity in catching a plate that the fair-haired one had let fall, and at the same instant administering a sharp slap to the delinquent's ear.

Hannah was preparing the evening meal, with spasmodic a.s.sistance from the family. She stood over the stove, frying pancakes, while the orphans darted about her like swallows. Tim, always the swiftest, in spite of his lameness, was rus.h.i.+ng about in his usual capacity of superintendent, cramming more wood into the already red-hot stove, tasting the pancakes to see if they were just right, and rapping Joey over the head with the dripping batter-spoon when he attempted to follow his example. At brief intervals he would dart into the dining-room to settle a dispute between the belligerent twins.

The latter were setting the table with the best china teaset, a precious relic handed down from Jake's grandmother, and used only when there was distinguished company. No visitors were expected to-night, but the twins loved variety, and had arrayed the table in its best as a pleasant surprise for daddy. Joey was busiest of all. He had wailed loudly for a task, and Hannah had given him permission to fill the woodbox and the water-bucket. He was diligently carrying out her instructions, with one slight variation that showed him to be a true orphan. He filled the bucket with sticks, and then went paddling to and from the water-barrel, leaving a wet and muddy trail behind him, and gleefully deposited dipperfuls of water into the woodbox. He was finally discovered by his brother, promptly cuffed, and set to reverse the order of his going.

The arrival of Jake from the mill was the signal for a shrieking exodus in his direction, and soon afterward they were all seated around the table. The twins were placed opposite each other, to prevent hair-pulling--making faces did not cause much disturbance--and Jake and Hannah sat at either end, gazing at the array with much the same air as that with which a pair of good-tempered, puzzled hens might regard a swarm of agile ducklings.

After Jake had rapturously praised the fine appearance of the table, the orphans were, with some difficulty, prevailed upon to sit still while the blessing was being asked; and then the pancakes and the hot biscuits and the maple syrup began to disappear in an amazing manner.

”Well, an' how's daddy's little woodp.e.c.k.e.r?” asked Jake, pa.s.sing his big hand fondly over Joey's red curls. ”Been a good boy to-day?”

”Yep,” answered the baby in m.u.f.fled tones. He looked up at his foster-father cunningly. ”You won't t'rash me w'en I been a good boy, will yeh?”

”Bless the baby's heart! Who'd talk o' thras.h.i.+n' you?” roared the big man. ”If any fellow lifts a finger to you, you let daddy know--an'--an'--he'll bash their heads in for them!” he added explosively.

The elder boy glanced up at the man with an admiring flash in his old, weary eyes. ”Ole Mis' c.u.mmins uster lambaste him when she came home at night,” he said in a hard voice. ”That's what's made them marks on his legs.”

Jake Sawyer set his teeth and Hannah sighed and shook her head. Any mention of the old drunken woman with whom the children had lived, before the Home rescued them, the orphans well knew always stirred their foster-parents' tender hearts.

”Tim uster throw stones at her, an' stick pins into her when she was drunk!” cried the black-haired twin, in shrill triumph. ”An' she uster pull my hair, too, an' Lennie's, an' we stole her scissors an' cut it off awful short. But it didn't do no good, 'cause she uster whack us over the heads with her walkin'-stick.”

”Well, there ain't n.o.body goin' to whack any o' yous any more,” said big Jake Sawyer grimly. ”'Ceptin' it's me, when you're bad,” he added warningly.

This awful threat was received with loud laughter, and Joey hammered the table with his spoon and shouted joyfully, knowing there must be a grand joke somewhere.

Hannah looked across the table and nodded to her husband; it was a good time to disclose an important secret.

”Now we want yous to be awful good kids to-night,” said Jake, pus.h.i.+ng back his plate, and taking Joey on his knee, ”because the minister's comin' to see you.”

”The minister! Why, he's been here already!” cried the black-haired twin indignantly. ”What's he comin' again for?”

”That was jist a call,” said Hannah. ”This is different. It's a pastoral visitation this time,” she added solemnly. The orphans looked at each other apprehensively.

”What's that?” demanded Tim.

”It's when he comes to hear you say your verses an' your catechism,”

explained Jake soothingly; ”and you'll all show him how much you know; an' then he prays, and you must be awful good and quiet. Eh, little woodp.e.c.k.e.r?”

The black-haired twin looked across the table at the fair-haired twin, and each read aright the other's rebellious thought; one sharp glance from Tim, and the matter was settled. The minister might make his pastoral visitation, if he wanted to, but if he thought they were going to stay home to say verses, and be quiet, he was mistaken.

The Sawyer parents were dreading signs of rebellion, and Hannah now added enticingly: ”We're goin' to pa.s.s 'round the gingerbread and the ras'berry vinegar, and Susan Winters said yous girls could dress up in your new plaid dresses.”

The twins looked doubtful. Gingerbread and their new frocks! This gave the pastoral visitation a festive aspect. They slipped away from the table, and followed their elder brother out to the back yard.