Part 6 (2/2)

”It stood right here on his bureau propped up against the gla.s.s. Sammy must have thought a great deal of it,” flowed on the verbal torrent.

”Who would have thought of that boy being so sentimental about it?”

”Mrs. Pinkney!” begged the curious Agnes, almost distracted herself now, ”_do_ tell me what it is that is missing?”

”That picture. We had it taken--his father and Sammy and me in a group together--the last time we went to Pleasure Cove. Sammy begged to keep it up here. And--now--the dear child--has--has carried--it--away with him!”

Mrs. Pinkney broke down utterly at this point. She was finally convinced that at last Sammy had fulfilled his oft-repeated threat to ”run away for good and all”--whether to be a pirate or not, being a mooted question.

Agnes comforted her as well as she could. But the poor woman felt that she had not taken her son seriously enough, and that she could have averted this present disaster in some way.

”She is quite distracted,” Agnes said, on arriving home, repeating Aunt Sarah's phrase. ”Quite distracted.”

”But if she is extracted,” Dot proposed, ”why doesn't she have Dr.

Forsyth come to see her?”

”Mercy, Dot!” admonished Tess. ”_Dis_tracted, not _ex_tracted. You do so misp.r.o.nounce the commonest words.”

”I don't, either,” the smaller girl denied vigorously. ”I don't mispernounce any more than you do, Tess Kenway! You just make believe you know so much.”

”Dot! Mis_per_nounce! There you go again!”

This was a sore subject, and Ruth attempted to change the trend of the little girls' thoughts by suggesting that Mrs. McCall needed some groceries from a certain store situated away across town.

”If you can get Uncle Rufus to harness Scalawag you girls can drive over to Penny & Marchant's for those things. And you can stop at Mr.

Howbridge's house with this note. He must be told about poor Luke's injury.”

”Why, Ruthie?” asked little Miss Inquisitive, otherwise Dot Kenway. ”Mr.

Howbridge isn't Luke Shepard's guardian, too, is he?”

”Now, don't be a chatterbox!” exclaimed the elder sister, who was somewhat hara.s.sed on this morning and did not care to explain to the little folk just what she had in her mind.

Ruth was not satisfied to know that Cecile had gone to attend her brother. The oldest Kenway girl longed to go herself to the resort in the mountains where Luke Shepard lay ill. But she did not wish to do this without first seeking their guardian's permission.

Tess and Dot ran off in delight, forgetting their small bickerings, to find Uncle Rufus. The old colored man, as long as he could get about, would do anything for ”his chillun,” as he called the four Kenway sisters. It needed no coaxing on the part of Tess and Dot to get their will of the old man on this occasion.

Scalawag was fat and lazy enough in any case. In the spring Neale had plowed and harrowed the garden with him and on occasion he was harnessed to a light cart for work about the place. His main duty, however, was to draw the smaller girls about the quieter streets of Milton in a basket phaeton. To this vehicle he was now harnessed by Uncle Rufus.

”You want to be mought' car'ful 'bout them automobiles, chillun,” the old man admonished them. ”Dat Sammy Pinkney boy was suah some good once in a while. He was a purt' car'ful driber.”

”But he's a good driver _now_--wherever he is,” said Dot. ”You talk as though Sammy would never get back home from being a pirate. Of course he will. He always does!”

Secretly Tess felt herself to be quite as able to drive the pony as ever Sammy Pinkney was. She was glad to show her prowess.

Scalawag shook his head, danced playfully on the old stable floor, and then proceeded to wheel the basket phaeton out of the barn and into Willow Street. By a quieter thoroughfare than Main Street, Tess Kenway headed him for the other side of town.

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