Part 15 (1/2)
Rebecca squeezed Emma Jane's arm, and Emma Jane gave a rapturous return squeeze. ”It was Mr. Aladdin,” whispered Rebecca, as they ran down the path to the gate. Seesaw followed them and handsomely offered to see them ”apiece” down the road, but Rebecca declined his escort with such decision that he did not press the matter, but went to bed to dream of her instead. In his dreams flashes of lightning proceeded from both her eyes, and she held a flaming sword in either hand.
Rebecca entered the home dining-room joyously. The Burnham sisters had gone and the two aunts were knitting.
”It was a heavenly party,” she cried, taking off her hat and cape.
”Go back and see if you have shut the door tight, and then lock it,”
said Miss Miranda, in her usual austere manner.
”It was a heavenly party,” reiterated Rebecca, coming in again, much too excited to be easily crushed, ”and oh! aunt Jane, aunt Miranda, if you'll only come into the kitchen and look out of the sink window, you can see the banquet lamp s.h.i.+ning all red, just as if the Simpsons'
house was on fire.”
”And probably it will be before long,” observed Miranda. ”I've got no patience with such foolish goin's-on.”
Jane accompanied Rebecca into the kitchen. Although the feeble glimmer which she was able to see from that distance did not seem to her a dazzling exhibition, she tried to be as enthusiastic as possible.
”Rebecca, who was it that sold the three hundred cakes of soap to Mr.
Ladd in North Riverboro?”
”Mr. WHO?” exclaimed Rebecca.
”Mr. Ladd, in North Riverboro.”
”Is that his real name?” queried Rebecca in astonishment. ”I didn't make a bad guess;” and she laughed softly to herself.
”I asked you who sold the soap to Adam Ladd?” resumed Miss Jane.
”Adam Ladd! then he's A. Ladd, too; what fun!”
”Answer me, Rebecca.”
”Oh! excuse me, aunt Jane, I was so busy thinking. Emma Jane and I sold the soap to Mr. Ladd.”
”Did you tease him, or make him buy it?”
”Now, aunt Jane, how could I make a big grown-up man buy anything if he didn't want to? He needed the soap dreadfully as a present for his aunt.”
Miss Jane still looked a little unconvinced, though she only said, ”I hope your aunt Miranda won't mind, but you know how particular she is, Rebecca, and I really wish you wouldn't do anything out of the ordinary without asking her first, for your actions are very queer.”
”There can't be anything wrong this time,” Rebecca answered confidently. ”Emma Jane sold her cakes to her own relations and to uncle Jerry Cobb, and I went first to those new tenements near the lumber mill, and then to the Ladds'. Mr. Ladd bought all we had and made us promise to keep the secret until the premium came, and I've been going about ever since as if the banquet lamp was inside of me all lighted up and burning, for everybody to see.”
Rebecca's hair was loosened and falling over her forehead in ruffled waves; her eyes were brilliant, her cheeks crimson; there was a hint of everything in the girl's face,--of sensitiveness and delicacy as well as of ardor; there was the sweetness of the mayflower and the strength of the young oak, but one could easily divine that she was one of
”The souls by nature pitched too high, By suffering plunged too low.”
”That's just the way you look, for all the world as if you did have a lamp burning inside of you,” sighed aunt Jane. ”Rebecca! Rebecca! I wish you could take things easier, child; I am fearful for you sometimes.”
XVI
SEASONS OF GROWTH