Part 33 (1/2)

”You mean you'd made the bargain to do this work and you couldn't back out?” said Grandpapa.

Joel looked up and nodded quickly.

”Yes, sir.”

”Oh, yes. Well, now, I mustn't hinder you from your work”--old Mr. King turned briskly to his writing again--”or I shall be as bad as Frick--eh, Joel?” and he laughed gayly. ”Now trot back and go at your task again.”

So Joel, fortified with his pencil, marched back to sit on the floor in the alcove and take up his interrupted work, and Grandpapa's pen went scratching busily over the paper, and nothing else was heard except the buzzing of a big fly outside the window, venting his vexation at his inability to get in.

Meanwhile Frick and the knot of boys had drawn off in astonishment and dismay at the failure of their plan to get Joel Pepper into the delightful expedition.

”What was he doing?” demanded more than one boy.

”I don't know,” said Frick; ”I couldn't get in.”

”Oh, now I know; he's got some secret,” said Larry Keep, and he whirled around in vexation and snapped his fingers.

”Maybe it's a flying-machine,” suggested another boy.

”Phoo! he couldn't make that in his grandfather's writing-room,” said Larry, in derision, yet he looked anxious. Suppose Joel Pepper were really busy over such a splendid thing as that and hadn't told him. ”Guess something else.”

”I can't think what it is,” said Frick, sitting down on the curbstone to become lost in thought--an example to be speedily followed by all the boys, till finally there was a dismal row of them, without a thought remaining of having the expedition on the pond, since Joel Pepper wouldn't come with them.

XV

UP IN ALEXIA'S PRETTY ROOM

Polly was having a bad half-hour with herself, despite all the attractions up in Alexia's pretty room.

”It's no use,” she cried, throwing down the little brush with which she was whisking off the dainty bureau-cover. The girls were ”setting up” the various adornments that were plentifully strewn about, an occupation that Polly dearly loved, and that Alexia as dearly hated. ”I must go home.”

Alexia, down on her knees, with her head in the closet, grumbling over the shoe bag, whose contents were in a chronic state of overflow, pulled it out suddenly.

”Why, Polly Pepper!” she exclaimed, in an injured tone. One eye was draped by a cobweb, gained by diving into the closet's extreme corner after a missing slipper, gone for some weeks; and in other ways Alexia's face presented a very unprepossessing appearance. ”You said you'd help me with my room this morning.”

”Oh, yes, I know,” said Polly hurriedly, and running over to Alexia; ”but you'll let me off, won't you?--for I've something on my mind. Oh, dear me!”

Alexia hopped up to her feet, the slipper flying off at a tangent, and ran all around Polly Pepper, gazing at her anxiously.

”I don't see anything. Oh, what is it?” she cried.

”You see, the boys wanted to find Joel, and I--” began Polly, twisting her fingers.

”Bother the boys!” exclaimed Alexia, interrupting. ”Is that all? They are everlastingly wanting to find Joel. Well”--with a sigh of relief--”we can go back to work again. Why, I must say, Polly, you scared me 'most to death. Oh, dear me! I wish I had let Norah sweep this old closet when she does the room. It's dirty as can be. If Aunt knew it--” The rest of it was lost, as Alexia was down on her knees again, her head back in the closet, with the hope of unearthing more slippers and shoes.

”Alexia, do come out,” cried Polly, pulling her gown smartly; ”I must speak to you.”

”Can't,” said Alexia, rummaging away. ”There, I've gone and knocked down my blue silk waist! Do pick it up, Polly; it 'll get all dirt, and then won't Aunt scold!”