Part 3 (1/2)

”Oh, I hope not!” murmured the littlest Corner House girl. ”It makes such a be-_you_-tiful belt for my Alice-doll, when it's my turn to wear it.”

CHAPTER III--SAMMY PINKNEY IN TROUBLE

Uncle Rufus, who was general factotum about the old Corner House and even acted as butler on ”date and state occasions,” was a very brown man with a s.h.i.+ny bald crown around three-quarters of the circ.u.mference of which was a hedge of white wool. Aided by Neale O'Neil (who still insisted on earning a part of his own support in spite of the fact that Mr. Jim O'Neil, his father, expected in time to be an Alaskan millionaire gold-miner), Uncle Rufus did all of the ch.o.r.es about the place. And those ch.o.r.es were mult.i.tudinous.

Besides the lawns and the flower gardens to care for, there was a good-sized vegetable garden to weed and to hoe. Uncle Rufus suffered from what he called a ”misery” in his back that made it difficult for him to stoop to weed the small plants in the garden.

”I don't know, Missy Ruth,” complained the old darkey to the eldest Corner House girl, ”how I's goin' to get that bed of winter beets weeded--I dunno, noways. My misery suah won't let me stoop down to them rows, and there's a big patch of 'em.”

”Do they need weeding right now, Uncle Rufus?”

”Suah do, Missy. Dey is sufferin' fo' hit. I'd send wo'd for some o' mah daughter Pechunia's young 'uns to come over yere, but I knows dat all o'

them that's big enough to work is reg'larly employed by de farmers out dat a-way. Picking crops for de canneries is now at de top-notch, Missy; and even Burnejones Whistler and Louise-Annette is big enough to pick beans.”

”Goodness me!” exclaimed Agnes, who overheard the old man's complaint.

”There ought to be kids enough around these corners to hire, without sending to foreign lands for any. They are always under foot if you _don't_ want them.”

”Ain't it de truf?” chuckled the old man. ”Usual' I can't look over de hedge without spyin' dat Sammy Pinkney and a dozen of his crew. They's jest as plenty as bugs under a chip. But now--”

”Well, why not get Sammy?” interrupted Ruth.

”He ought to be of some use, that is sure,” added Agnes.

”Can yo' put yo' hand on dat boy?” demanded Uncle Rufus. ”'Nless he's in mischief I don't know where to look for him.”

”I can find him all right,” Agnes declared. ”But I cannot guarantee that he will take the job.”

”Offer him fifty cents to weed those beet rows,” Ruth said briskly. ”The bed I see is just a mat of weeds.” They had walked down to the garden while the discussion was going on. ”If Sammy will do it I'll be glad to pay the half dollar.”

She bustled away about some other domestic matter; for despite the fact that Mrs. McCall bore the greater burden of housekeeping affairs, Ruth Kenway did not s.h.i.+rk certain responsibilities that fell to her lot both outside and inside the Corner House.

After all was said and done, Sammy Pinkney looked upon Agnes as his friend. She was more lenient with him than even Dot was. Ruth and Tess looked upon most boys as merely ”necessary evils.” But Agnes had always liked to play with boys and was willing to overlook their shortcomings.

”I got a lot to do,” ventured Sammy, shying as usual at the idea of work. ”But if you really want me to, Aggie--”

”And if you want to make a whole half dollar,” suggested Agnes, not much impressed by the idea that Sammy would weed beets as a favor.

”All right,” agreed the boy, and shooing Buster, his bulldog, out of the Corner House premises, for Buster and Billy b.u.mps, the goat, were sworn enemies, Sammy proceeded to the vegetable garden.

Now, both Uncle Rufus and Agnes particularly showed Sammy which were the infant beets and which the weeds. It is a fact, however, that there are few garden plants grown for human consumption that do not have their counterpart among the noxious weeds.

The young beets, growing in scattered clumps in the row (for each seed-burr contains a number of seeds), looked much like a certain weed of the lambs'-quarters variety; and this reddish-green weed pretty well covered the beet bed.

Tess and Dot had gone to a girls' party at Mrs. Adams', just along on Willow Street, that afternoon, so they did not appear to disturb Sammy at his task. In fact, the boy had it all his own way. Neither Uncle Rufus nor any other older person came near him, and he certainly made a thorough job of that beet bed.

Mrs. McCall ”set great store,” as she said, by beets--both pickled and fresh--for winter consumption. When Neale O'Neil chanced to go into the garden toward supper time to see what Sammy was doing there, it was too late to save much of the crop.

”Well, of all the dunces!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Neale, almost immediately seeing what Sammy had been about. ”Say! you didn't do that on purpose, did you?