Part 31 (2/2)
”What did you see in the parlor, John?” asked his father.
”Something in the parlor?” The boy was on his feet again. ”Where?”
”Wait a minute until I get my bathrobe and I'll go with you.”
A little later, the two descended the stairway, hand in hand. John's gaze followed his father's pointing finger as they stood on the parlor threshold. In front of the dead grate, was a three foot, denim-covered, cabinet. From the square opening at the top hung half a dozen or so of limp, dangling figures.
”Punch and Judy!” John could scarcely believe his eyes. ”Oh, Daddy!
Daddy!”
In a moment, Punch was on his right hand and Judy on his left as he wiggled his fingers back and forth to see if they worked as did the showman's at Neighborhood Hall. Judy bobbed up on the stage as his father beamed down at him.
”Mr. Punch, Mr. Punch,” she called. But her voice had neither the range nor the strength which Judy demanded to be successful, and he drew the marionettes off his fingers.
”Here,” he said to his father, ”you work 'em. Mine don't act right.”
Nothing loath, Mr. Fletcher stretched himself out on the floor behind the little cabinet. John s.h.i.+fted to the front and watched eagerly with his head resting on his hands.
What a Punch and Judy show it was that ensued! Mr. Fletcher, drawing on his fertile imagination, invented a new set of domestic quarrels for the unhappy couple, brought in a doctor and a clown, (two lifelike dolls which supplemented the original, limited performers), and kept John shrieking with laughter until the ruddy-faced little devil brought the performance to a close in the time-honored way. Subdued laughter in the doorway made them both look up with a start. There stood Mrs. Fletcher, fully dressed, with a smile on her face.
”John senior,” she ordered with mock severity, ”go upstairs and dress yourself for breakfast immediately. I do believe you're the biggest boy of the two in spite of your age.”
After the morning meal had been eaten, John devoured the contents of a candy-filled cornucopia from the tree, and drew on his stocking cap, coat, and mittens. Louise's presents were to be delivered, and that was a matter which brooked no unseemly delay.
Mrs. Martin's sister answered his ring at the apartment.
”Louise home?” he inquired eagerly.
Her aunt explained that Louise had gone out of town with her mother for a three-day Christmas visit.
”She'll be back, the day after tomorrow,” she consoled him.
So he left the presents in her charge with instructions to give them to his lady on the very moment of her arrival, and scampered down the carpeted stairway again.
Sid DuPree met him in front of his house. John surveyed him warily.
”'Lo!”
”'Lo!”
”What'd your folks give you?”
”Oh, lots of things. What'd you get?”
Sid stopped a moment to recount his various gifts, lest one of them be omitted in the effort to impress his neighbor.
”'Nother football,” he boasted. ”Cost five dollars, it did.”
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