Part 29 (1/2)

”No, we're not so very rich,” said Ben soberly. ”Our house in First Street isn't nearly as big and as handsome as this. But we did have a big one in the country. Uncle lives there now, and we have a hundred acres of land.”

”Jiminy!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the young boy.

”Chillen! Chillen, please bring de company down to your gramper.”

”Oh, I'm 'fraid you're going away,” said Lu. ”You're awful sweet! I just wish I had a little sister. I wish you'd come and stay a week. But I s'pose you'd feel like a cat in a strange garret. I'd be real good to you, though.”

She caught Hanny in her arms and fairly ran down-stairs with her.

”You're the littlest mite of a thing! Why, you're never nine years old!

You're just like a doll!”

”Oh, please let me walk,” entreated Hanny.

Their mother stood in the lower hall.

”You boys go down-stairs or in the parlor. So many children confuse grandpa. Lu, you look too utterly harum-scarum. Do go and brush your hair.”

Between the parlor and the back room was a s.p.a.ce made into a library on one side and some closets on the other. Sliding doors shut this from the back room. This was large, with a splendid, high-post bedstead that had yellow silk curtains around it, a velvet sofa, and over by the window some arm-chairs and a table. And out of one chair rose a curious little old man, who seemed somehow to have shrunken up, and yet he was a gentleman from head to foot. His hair was long and curled at the ends, but it looked like floss silk. His eyes were dark and bright, his face was wrinkled, and his beard thin. Hanny thought of the old man at the Bowling Green who had been in the Bastille. His velvet coat, very much cut away, was faced with plum-colored satin, his long waistcoat was of flowered damask, his knee-breeches were fastened with silver buckles, and his slippers had much larger ones. There really were some diamonds in them. His s.h.i.+rt frill was crimped in the most beautiful manner, and the diamond pin sparkled with every turn.

”This is grandpa,” said Mrs. French. ”We are all very proud of him that he has kept his faculties, and we want him to live an even hundred years.”

The old man smiled and shook his head slowly. He took Hanny's hand, and his was as soft as a baby's. He said he was very glad to see them both; he and their father had been talking over old times and relations.h.i.+ps.

His voice had a pretty foreign sound. It was a soft, trained voice, but the accent was discernible.

”And you were here through the War of the Revolution,” said Ben, who had been counting back.

”Yes. My father had just died and left nine children. I was the oldest, and there were two girls. So I couldn't be spared to go. The British so soon took possession of New York. But in 1812 I was free to fight for liberty and the country of my adoption. We were never molested nor badly treated, but of course we could give no aid to our countrymen. It was a long, weary struggle. No one supposed at first the rebels could conquer.

And all that is seventy years ago, seventy years.”

He leaned back and looked weary.

”You must come down some Sat.u.r.day morning when he feels fresh and he will tell you all about it,” said Mrs. French. ”His memory is excellent, but he does get fatigued.”

”I wonder if you ever saw the statue of King George that was in Bowling Green,” Hanny asked, with a little hesitation. ”They made bullets of it.”

”Ah, you know that much?” He smiled and leaned over on the arm of the chair. ”Yes, my child. The soldiers met to hear the Declaration of Independence read for the first time. Was.h.i.+ngton was on horseback with his aides around him. The applause was like a mighty shout from one throat. Then they rushed to the City Hall and tore the picture of the king from its frame, and then they dragged the statue through the streets. Yes, its final end was bullets for the rebels, as they were called. As my daughter says, come and see me again, and I will tell you all you want to hear. You are a pretty little girl,” and he pressed Hanny's hand caressingly.

Then they said good-by to him and went back to the parlor.

”He always dresses up on holidays,” said Mrs. French smilingly, ”though he continues to wear the old-fas.h.i.+oned costume. He has had a number of calls to-day. People are still interested in the old times. And believe me, I shall take a great deal of pleasure in continuing the acquaintance. You may expect me very soon.”

Luella kissed Hanny with frantic fervor and begged her to come again.

She was so used to boys, she cared nothing about Ben.

The little girl had so much to tell Jim, who had been skating. The quarrelling parrots, the beautiful house, the queer little guinea-pigs, and the splendid hobby-horse that they didn't seem to care a bit about.

”And Lu is a good deal like Dele, only not so nice or so funny, and her hair is awful black. She ran down-stairs with me in her arms and I was 'most frightened to death. I don't believe I would want to be her little sister. And the grandpa is like a picture of the old French people. And to think that he doesn't read English very well and always uses his French Bible. There were so many foreign people in New York at that time, I s'pose they couldn't all talk English.”