Part 5 (1/2)

”I expect I can cure your case,” Calvin repeated deliberately, ”for less money by a good sight, and more agreeable all round. Lemme see! two and two is four, and seven times four is twenty-eight, and two more--yes, sir! I'll undertake to cure your case for thirty cents, and do it handsome.”

He opened a drawer, and after a careful inspection took out two small objects which he held up. ”See them?” he said. ”This is your article.

All Day Suckers, they're called, and well named. The candy fills the mouth and yet don't crowd it any; the stick is to hold on by, and take it out when necessary. Pure sugar, no glucose in it; not a mite! Pure sugar, cream o' tartar killed, and flavored with fruit surrup. Now, young feller, you take fourteen of them suckers. They're two cents apiece, that's two for every day in the week. Every time you two find you're beginnin' to jaw, in goes your sucker, and you keep it there till you feel pleasant again. Keep that up for a week, and finish up at the end with a Purity Kiss--fifteen cents a dozen, call it two cents apiece, and I'll lay my next lo'd--what's that?”

A sharp rattle was heard. Both men turned round, and saw a light wagon whirling toward them. The horse was galloping; the driver, a young woman in a cloud of red gold hair, was urging him on with whip and voice.

”Well!” said Calvin Parks.

”Great hemlock!” cried the young man. ”Katie, stop!” He leaped out over the wheel, and set off running toward the advancing wagon. The young woman pulled up with a jerk.

”Joe!” she cried. ”Oh, Joe! come back! I--I'm sorry I bit you!”

She jumped out--over the wheel too--and the two red heads flamed together.

Calvin gazed for a moment, then turned round with a smile.

”I guess they won't need them suckers after all!” he said. ”Gitty up, hossy!”

CHAPTER V

CONCERNING PEPPERMINTS

Mary Sands stood in the doorway, leaning on her broom and looking out over the pleasant autumn country. It was a golden morning, and the world shone and sparkled in quite a wonderful way.

The green dooryard had its special show of emeralds, set off here and there by a tuft of dandelion that had escaped the watchful eye of Mr.

Sam. The stone wall of the barnyard was almost hidden by the hollyhocks; they were a pretty sight, Mary thought; she did admire hollyhocks.

The vast dog, who had been lying on the door-step, rose slowly, shook himself elaborately, p.r.i.c.ked his ears, and looked down the road.

”What is it, Rover?” asked Mary Sands. ”Do you feel good this mornin', same as I do? What you lookin' at? Somebody comin' along the road? So there is! It can't be Cousin Sam back again; he hasn't been gone but an hour. Why--can it--it surely is Mr. Parks!”

Involuntarily her hand went up to the smooth ripples of her brown hair; unconsciously she glanced down at her fresh print dress and blue ap.r.o.n.

”I wish't I'd had me a white ap.r.o.n!” she said. ”But there! he'll have to take me as he finds me. Workin' time ain't perkin' time, as Gran'm'ther used to say. Good mornin', Mr. Parks! isn't this a pretty day?”

”Good mornin' to you, Miss Hands!” said Calvin Parks as he drove up to the door. ”It is a pretty day, and everything to match, far as I can see. And the prettiest thing I've seen this mornin' is you,” he added, but not aloud.

”I was lookin' at them hollyhocks,” said Mary. ”See 'em down by the wall yonder? Ain't they handsome? Them pink and white ones look to me like girls, slim young ones all ready to bob a curtsey. I don't know but you'll think it foolish, but I'm always seein' likenesses between flowers and folks.”

”Be you?” said Calvin. ”That's a pretty idee now. I believe women folks have pretty idees right along; it must be real agreeable. Now when I see a hollyhock there ain't nothin' to it but hollyhock--except the cheese!”

he added meditatively. ”I used to think a sight of hollyhock cheese when I was a youngster.”

”So did I!” cried Mary with her tinkling laugh. ”But aren't you comin'

in, Mr. Parks? Do light down! Cousin Sam's gone to market, but Cousin Sim'll be real pleased to see you. He's been feelin' slim for two or three days.”

”That so?” said Calvin. ”Well, I didn't know as I should stop, more'n just to pa.s.s the time o' day, but if he's feelin' slim--” he threw the reins on the horse's neck and clambered out of the wagon.