Part 22 (1/2)

”Perhaps so,” said Polly, ”and at any rate, he can eat it himself. And he looks hungry enough.”

”I'd rather he had some little girls, Polly,” said Phronsie, thoughtfully, ”and have him give them each a piece.”

”Well, maybe he has some; we'll think so, anyway,” Polly answered. ”Oh, see, Jasper is calling us.”

To be sure, there he was on the other side of the boat nearest Marken, with a big group of pa.s.sengers, intently watching the Marken children running along in their clacking sabots, on the high bank, and holding out their arms, singing something all the while in a shrill, high key.

”They want some stuivers,” cried Jasper. ”Come, Polly and Phronsie, let us toss them some.”

Whiz--spin--went the coins, to fall into the thick stubby gra.s.s on the bank. The children, stopping their song in mid-air, scrambled and sprawled all over each other in their efforts to secure the coveted money. So Jasper and Polly threw the bits next time in the other direction. Then there was a shout and a rush, and the same thing was repeated till only a tangle of arms and legs could be seen. But some one of them always got the money.

”Dear me! they've eyes just like birds!” exclaimed Parson Henderson; ”to think of finding anything in that thick gra.s.s.”

”Let them alone for that,” laughed old Mr. King; ”their wits are sharpened by practice.”

”Look out, Phronsie!” exclaimed Jasper. ”Your stuivers went into the water. Here, I'll hold you up, then you can throw it farther. There you go,” swinging her to his shoulder. ”Now, then”--he guided her hand, and away spun the coin.

”It did, it did,” crowed Phronsie, from her high perch. ”It did, Jasper, go right straight down in the gra.s.s just like yours and Polly's.”

”So it did, Pet. Well, now, here is another.”

”There's a little girl back there and she hasn't any,” mourned Phronsie. ”Oh, dear, I want to give her some.”

”To be sure,” said Jasper. ”Well, we must give her some, and that's a fact.” The small girl kept on at a dog-trot along the bank, her eyes fixed on the wonderful people who tossed out such magic wealth, and holding out her arms and singing her shrill song. But when the money was thrown, she was always a bit too late, and the other children, scrambling and scuffling, had pounced upon it, and had made off with it.

”Here, you boys, keep away; you've had enough; we're going to give this to the little girl,” Jasper shouted to them as they threw coin after coin.

”They don't know what you are saying, my boy,” said old Mr. King, laughing heartily at the performance, ”and they wouldn't mind you in the least if they did.”

”I suppose not,” said Jasper in chagrin. ”Oh, the mean little beggars!”

”Hold up your ap.r.o.n,” screamed Polly to the little girl.

”That's a good idea,” said Jasper. ”Why didn't we think of it before?”

”She won't understand any better than the boys,” said old Mr. King.

”You forget, children, that these youngsters don't know our language.”

”What a bother,” exclaimed Jasper, ”it is to have so many different languages, anyway!”

”And she hasn't any ap.r.o.n, Polly,” corrected her mother; ”that is her brown gown.”

Polly was already going through the motions of holding up an imaginary ap.r.o.n. And at last the little girl understood by gestures what she could not possibly get into her head by words, so she picked up the skirt of her gown in her st.u.r.dy little fists, and one, two, three clinking coins fell safely into it. But the boys racing along in advance soon discovered this successful trick, and completely swarmed around her, howling dreadfully, so she hastened off, happy in her prize, which she huddled up in her gown as she ran.

”Isn't this just richness?” exclaimed Polly, gazing all about her in an ecstasy. ”Oh, Jasper, what pictures we'll take--and do see that woman's cap! and those pot-hooks of hair over her eyes, and that funny, long dangling curl!”

”Take care, Polly, you almost stepped off backward down the bank,”

warned Adela, pulling her back, as they got off the steamboat and stopped a bit to look around.

”Dear me, did I?” said Polly. ”Well, it's enough to make any one step backward to see such funny clothes; and they are hay-making, Adela Gray, as sure as you live.”