Part 30 (1/2)

”She ain't going to shake me.” It was now so low that scarcely any one could hear it.

”And you mustn't ask Mother to send her back,” said Peletiah again. ”She's going to stay here just for ever and ever.”

There was something in his tone that made Ezekiel hasten to say:

”Oh, I won't.”

”And I won't shake you,” said Rachel, flying out from behind her hands and up to him, ”if you'll only let me stay here; just let me stay,” she cried, hungrily.

”Well,” said Ezekiel, with a great deal of condescension, ”if you won't shake me, you may stay at our house.”

So the children went back to the flat door-stone to talk it over, Peletiah saying:

”Maybe you can go to school with us next fall.”

”Oh, my!” exclaimed Rachel, with wide eyes, and clasping her hands, ”I've got to learn a lot first.”

”Yes, my father's got to teach you first,” said Peletiah.

”Where's he going to do it?” Rachel leaned over to get a comprehensive view of his face.

”In his study,” answered Peletiah.

”Where's that?”

”That's where he writes his sermons in, that he preaches at people Sundays,” said Ezekiel, finding it very pleasant to be communicative, now that he was quite sure the new girl would not shake him.

”Oh, how nice!” breathed Rachel. ”That's scrumptious!”

”That's what?” asked Peletiah critically.

”Scrumptious. Haven't you ever heard that? Oh, what a nin--I mean, oh, how funny!”

”And it ain't nice at all to have my father teach you,” said Peletiah, with very doleful ideas of that study.

”Why?” asked Rachel, with gathering dread.

”Oh, he makes you learn things,” said Peletiah dismally, drawing a long sigh at the remembrance.

”But that's just what I want to do,” cried Rachel, with sparkling eyes; ”I'm goin' to learn an' learn, till I can't learn no more.”

Peletiah was so occupied in edging off from her that he forgot to correct her speech.

”Yes, I'm goin' to learn,” exclaimed Rachel, in a glad little shout, and, springing to her feet, she swung her arms over her head. ”I'm goin' to read an' I'm goin' to write, an' then I can write a letter to my Phronsie.”

She ended up with a cheese, plunging down on the gra.s.s and puffing out her gown like a small balloon.

”You can't do that,” she said, nodding triumphantly up at the two boys.

”I don't want to,” said Peletiah, sitting still on the door-stone.