Part 17 (2/2)

”I hope you told that Caslon woman, Mother, to keep those brats from boiling over upon our premises,” said Mr. Steele, cheerfully, at dinner that evening, when the story of the day's adventures was pretty well told.

”Really, John, I had no time. _Such_ a crowd of eels-- Well! whatever she may deserve,” said Mrs. Steele, shaking her head, ”I am sure she does not deserve the trouble those fresh air children will bring her.

And she-she seems like such a nice old lady.”

”Who's a nice old lady?” demanded her husband, from the other end of the long table, rather sharply.

”Farmer Caslon's wife.”

”Humph! I don't know what she is; I know what _he_ is, however. No doubt of that. He's the most unreasonable--”

”Well, they'll have their hands full with all those young ones,” laughed Madge Steele, breaking in upon her father, perhaps because she did not wish him to reveal any further to her guests his ideas upon this topic.

”What under the sun can they do it for?” demanded Lluella Fairfax.

”Just think of troubling one's self with a parcel of ill-bred children like those orphanage kids,” added Belle Tingley.

”Oh, they do it just to bother the neighbors, of course,” growled Bobbins, who naturally believed all his father said, or thought, to be just right.

”They take a world of trouble on themselves, then, to spite their neighbors,” laughed Mercy Curtis, in her sharp way. ”That's cutting one's nose off to spite one's face, sure enough!”

”Goodness only knows _why_ they do it,” began Madge, when Ruth, who could keep in no longer, now the topic had become generally discussed among the young people, exclaimed:

”Both the farmer and his wife look to be very kindly and jolly sort of people. I am sure they have no idea of troubling other folk with the children they take to board. They must be, I think, very charitable, as well as very fond of children.”

”Trust Ruth for seeing the best side of it,” laughed Heavy.

”And the right side, too, I bet,” murmured Tom Cameron.

”We'll hope so,” said Mr. Steele, rather grimly. ”But if Caslon lets them trespa.s.s on my land, he'll hear about it, sharp and plenty!”

Now, it so happened, that not twenty-four hours had pa.s.sed before the presence of the ”fresh air kids” was felt upon the sacred premises of Sunrise Farm. It was very hot that next day, and the girls remained in the shade, or played a desultory game of tennis, or two, or knocked the croquet b.a.l.l.s around a bit, refusing to go tramping through the woods with the boys to a pond where it was said the fish would bite.

”So do the mosquitoes-I know them,” said Mercy Curtis, when the boys started. ”Be honest about it, now; I bet you get ten mosquito bites to every fish-bite. Tell us when you get back.”

Late in the afternoon the rural mail carrier was due and Ruth, Helen, Madge and Heavy started for the gate on the main road where the Steeles had their letter box.

A little woolly dog ran after Madge-her mother's pet. ”Come on, Toodles!” she said, and then all four girls started to race with Toodles down to the gate.

Suddenly Toodles spied something more entertaining to bark at and caper about than the girls' skirts. A cat was slipping through the bushes beside the wall, evidently on the trail of some unconscious bird.

Toodles, uttering a glad ”yap, yap, yap!” started for the cat.

Two tousled, curly heads appeared at the gateway. Below the uncapped heads were two thin bodies just of a size, clothed in s.h.i.+rts and overalls of blue.

”h.e.l.lo, kiddies!” said Heavy. ”How did you get here?”

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