Part 15 (1/2)
”Don't you want some nails driven? I can do that first rate.”
Aunt Vi laughed and said nails might be needed in putting up a staging, and she was sure that he could use a hammer better than she could.
Jimmy-boy, much gratified, struck an att.i.tude, and pounding his left palm with his thumb, repeated the rhyme:--
”Drive the nail straight, boys, Hit it on the head; Work with your might, boys, Ere the day has fled.”
”There, he can speak, I knew he could speak!” cried Lucy, in admiration.
It was settled that they were all to meet Wednesday morning, and their mother with them, to talk over the matter.
”That's great,” said Jimmy.
The watch was found and the world looked bright once more. True, he was deeply in debt; but with such a grand helper as Aunt Vi he was sure the debt would very soon be paid.
XI
BEGGING PARDON
Next morning Jimmy walked to school with ”the little two,” whistling as he went. Lucy had tortured her hair into a ”cue,” and
”The happy wind upon her played, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.”
”I've got the snarling-est, flying-est hair,” scolded she. ”I never'll braid it again as long as I live; so there!”
”Good!” cried Jimmy. ”It has looked like fury ever since we came up here.”
Here Nate overtook the children. He had not been very social since the accident, but seemed now to want to talk.
”How do you do, Jimmy?” he said: and Jimmy responded, ”How d'ye do yourself?”
The little girls ran on in advance, and Jimmy would have joined them, but Nate said:---
”Hold on! What's your hurry?”
Jimmy turned then and saw that Nate was scowling and twisting his watch-chain.
”I've got something to say to you--I mean papa wants me to say something.”
”Oh ho!”
”I don't see any need of it, but papa says I must.”
Jimmy waited, curious to hear what was coming.
”Papa says I jollied you the other day.”
”What's that?”