Part 7 (1/2)

”Patriotic fiddlesticks!” she exclaimed. ”I have no patience with such blood-thirsty doctrines. And, Pen, listen! If I ever hear of your fighting with anybody, at any time, you'll have your aunt Millicent to deal with, I promise you that. Now come to supper, both of you.”

It was not until nearly the close of the afternoon session on the following day that Miss Grey referred to the unfortunate incident of the day before. She expressed her keen regret, and her sense of humiliation, over the occurrence that had marred the program, and requested Elmer Cuddeback, Aleck Sands and Penfield Butler to remain after school that she might confer with them concerning some proper form of apology to Colonel Butler. But when she had the three boys alone with her, and referred to the shameful discourtesy with which the donor of the flag had been treated, tears came into her eyes, and her voice trembled to the point of breaking. No one could have helped feeling sorry for her; especially the three boys who were most concerned.

”I don't think,” said Pen, consolingly, ”that grandfather minded it very much. He doesn't talk as if he did.”

”Let us hope,” she replied, ”that he was not too greatly shocked, or too deeply disgusted. Elmer, your conduct was wholly inexcusable, and I'm going to punish you. But, Pen, you and Aleck are the leaders, and I want this disgraceful feud between you up-town and down-town boys to stop. I want you both to promise me that this will be the end of it.”

She looked from one to the other appealingly, but, for a moment, neither boy replied. Then Aleck spoke up.

”Our fellows,” he said, ”feel pretty sore over the way I was treated yesterday; and I don't believe they'd be willing to give up till they get even somehow.”

To which Pen responded:

”They're welcome to try to get even if they want to. Were ready for 'em.”

Miss Grey threw up her hands in despair.

”Oh boys! boys!” she exclaimed. ”Why will you be so foolish and obstinate? What kind of men do you suppose you'll make if you spend your school-days quarreling and fighting with each other?”

”Well, I don't know,” replied Pen. ”My grandfather thinks it isn't such a bad idea for boys to try their mettle on each other, so long as they fight fair. He thinks they'll make better soldiers sometime. And he says the country is going to need soldiers after awhile.”

She looked up in surprise.

”But I don't want my boys to become soldiers,” she protested. ”I don't want war. I don't believe in it. I hate it.”

She had reason to hate war, for her own father had been wounded at Chancellorsville, and she remembered her mother's long years of privation and sorrow. Again her lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears. There was an awkward pause; for each boy sympathized with her and would have been willing to help her had a way been opened that would not involve too much of sacrifice. Elmer Cuddeback, even in the face of his forthcoming punishment, was still the most tenderhearted of the three, and he struggled to her relief.

”Can't--can't we make some sort o' compromise?” he suggested.

But Pen, too, had been thinking, and an idea had occurred to him. And before any reply could be made to Elmer's suggestion he offered his own solution to the difficulty.

”I'll tell you what I'll do, Miss Grey,” he said, ”and what I'll get our fellows to do. We'll have one, big s...o...b..ll fight. And the side that gets licked 'll stay licked till school's out next spring. And there won't be any more sc.r.a.pping all winter. We'll do that, won't we, Elmer?”

”Sure we will,” responded Elmer confidently.

Aleck did not reply. Miss Grey thought deeply for a full minute.

Perhaps, after all, Pen's proposition pointed to the best way out of the difficulty. Indeed, it was the only way along which there now seemed to be any light. She turned to Aleck.

”Well,” she asked, ”what do you think of it?”

”Why, I don't know,” he replied. ”I'd like to talk with some of our fellows about it first.”

He was always cautious, conservative, slow to act unless the emergency called for action.

”No,” replied Pen. ”I won't wait. It's a fair offer, and you'll take it now or let it alone.”

”Then,” said Aleck, doggedly, ”I'll take it, and you'll be sorry you ever made it.”