Part 2 (2/2)

”I hastened to her side,” continued Peter, who was gifted in the art of putting things elaborately when he chose, ”and remarked, 'I believe this is yours?' She--now what, friends, would you naturally expect a girl to do on receiving the third favour from a stranger within fifteen minutes?”

”What did you expect? Did you suppose she would fly into your----”

”Did you want her to open the pocketbook and hand you a quarter, saying, 'Here, my honest lad----'”

”Think she 'd say, 'You must call and see father. He will give you a position in his----'”

”Your suggestions are far-fetched and improbable. I expected none of these things to happen. But consider the situation. Here was I, crossing the street for the third time in the mud----”

”Go on!”

”Would n't you have thought, considering the absurdity of the affair--her strewing things along the street like that--the least she could have done would have been to----”

”Smile!” supplied Jane. ”_Did n't_ she, Peter?”

”She did not,” avowed Peter. ”She just looked at me as if she thought I had been about to steal her purse, took it, and went on, this time without saying thank you!”

”Good gracious!” This from Ross. ”She must be a nice girl to know.

And you look pretty well, too, Pete, in that blue suit.”

”Where does she live?” Nancy inquired, her round face sympathetic with Peter's mock humiliation.

”In the big house across the street. If you get out of milk or eggs, Janey, don't hesitate to run across and borrow some,” counselled Peter.

”Now if you 'll just make use of us all this evening,” proposed Mr.

Bell, rising, ”we can accomplish a good deal--eh, boys? Shall I open the boxes and barrels, Martha?”

At this suggestion three more pairs of strong arms were put at Mrs.

Bell's service. She set every one at work at once.

”Yes, Joe, dear,” she agreed, ”if you will open the boxes, I 'll take out the things and put them in place as far as I can. That's right, Nancy, you help Jane with the dishes, and when they are done you can go up stairs and make up the beds. Ross and Peter----”

”Yes, we 'll set up the beds,” said Peter, with alacrity, antic.i.p.ating the division of work, ”and uncrate the chests of drawers and the bedroom furniture generally. Come on, Ross. You 're as much one of the family as any of us now, since you helped us move, and a little family labour like this will complete the job. Whoever lives with us has to learn to be handy man about the house.”

”I 'm ready.” Ross looked it. There was an air of alertness about him, for he was slimmer and lighter than Peter, and his fair curly hair made him appear much younger, although only two years separated the ages of the cousins.

”You will find the furniture mostly in the rooms where it belongs,” Mrs.

Bell called after them. ”Jane will be up soon and straighten you out, if you get mixed. Rufus, suppose you go round after the others and bring away all the litter they leave after the uncrating, and make a neat pile of it in the wood-shed.”

The steep and narrow little staircase ascended abruptly between walls from the dining-room and led to low-ceiled regions above, which, to the eyes of Murray and s.h.i.+rley Townsend, from the big house across the street, facing Worthington Square, would have seemed too cramped and small of dimensions to be habitable, to say nothing of the possibility of their ever being made comfortable. But the Bells were of the sort who make the best of everything, and so far none of them had suggested that the little house was not an abode fit for the finest.

”Jane and Nan in one room, Rufe and I in another, and Mr. Ross McAndrew alone in state in this little one in the corner. I judge by the signs that's the stowing of the crowd intended,” speculated Peter, surveying each room in turn.

”That corner room's as big as any. I don't think I ought to have it all to myself,” objected Ross.

”What, not that s.p.a.cious eight-by-nine apartment, with one whole side under the eaves?” laughed Peter. ”Well, since we can't split ourselves into halves, and like the family of the famous poem 'we are seven,' I don't see but you 'll have to make the best of your loneliness. The beds are only three-quarters size, and Rufe takes up less room than you do, so he and I naturally chum it.”

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