Part 11 (1/2)

”Well, no, you don't; but if you're so down on a fellow's having any fun, what's he to expect?”

”I'm not down on your having fun, but I think we ought to do just as well as we can while uncle and aunt are away; better even, for it seems sort of--sort of dishonest to do things behind people's backs that you wouldn't do before their faces.”

”Do you mean to say I am dishonest?” began Louis, bl.u.s.tering.

”O, no,” cried Edna; ”but--but--”

”Humph! I don't believe you know what you do mean. Now, see here; my father and mother ain't wicked people, are they?”

”Of course not.”

”Well, then, if they let me have boys to come in and play with me at home, why isn't it just as right here? Answer me that!”

Edna could not answer, so she got up and walked away, Louis calling after her, ”You needn't have anything to do with it, Miss Goody-goody.

I don't suppose the boys will insist upon your playing with them.” And a moment after Edna heard him go out of the house.

About a half hour later she heard him return, a troop of boys following him. They clattered into the house and up into the schoolroom. Ellen, hearing the noise, went up, but, as might have been expected, the boys only jeered at her, and paid no attention to what she said.

”Masther Louis must study his lessons,” she told them.

”I don't have to,” replied Louis. ”I don't call that any school we had to-day, and I'm not going to study the same lessons twice. You don't know anything about it, Ellen. You just go along and tend to your business. We're not going to do any harm.” And Ellen, after standing helplessly looking at them for a moment, went back to her work.

”Will she tell on you, Louis?” asked the boys.

”I don't care if she does,” returned he. ”If they make a fuss, I know what I can do. I can run away.”

”Good for you!” cried Phil Blaney. ”Of course you can. You can go out West. You can make your way to California, where your father and mother are. You'll have a fine time, Lou, for you'll meet cowboys, and maybe you'll have a whack at the Indians. That's what I'd like to do.

You're no baby, to be ordered around by a little girl and a servant.”

”You bet I'm not,” returned Louis, feeling very big. ”They'd better try bossing me. I'll let 'em know they can't do it.”

The boys' play became more and more boisterous as time went on. The schoolroom presented a fine field for sport, and Edna, in her room above, trembled as now and then came a crash which made her jump.

”O, my!” she exclaimed; ”I hope they won't go to Uncle Justus's chemical closet. I'm so afraid they will!” And, indeed, the boys were bent on investigating everything, with the intention of putting all in order before they left.

But in the midst of the din came a sudden quiet. Edna could stand it no longer, and she ran down stairs and peeped in the room. In flinging a book across the room one of the boys had upset a bottle of ink, the contents of which spattered floor and wall. The boys were busy mopping it up.

”You can say the cat got up here and did it,” Phil Blaney was saying.

”No, he sha'n't,” cried Edna, from the door, ready to defend Moggins.

The boys all stopped and looked fearfully around.

”O, it's only Louis' cousin! She won't tell; will you, Edna?”

”I sha'n't let Moggins be blamed when he can't speak for himself,” she replied, firmly, although she was scared.

”If you dare to tell,” began Phil, coming up to her threateningly, ”I'll--I'll make it worse for you.”