Little Men LIFE AT PLUMFIELD WITH JO'S BOYS. BY LOUISA ]SL ALCOTT, AUTHOR OF "little WOMEN," " AN OLD-FASHIONED GIRL,' " HOSPITAL SKETCHES." BOSTON: ROBERTS BROTHERS. 1871. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1871, by LOUISA M. A* '~'^' , In the Office of the Librari ' of Congress at Washington. CAMBRIDGE ! PRESS OF JOHN WILSON AND SON. HOSPITAL SKETCHES AND CAMP AND FIRESIDE STORIES. By Louisa M. Alcott. With Illustrations. Price $1.50. ■ ♦ *' Miss Alcott performed a brief tour of hospital duty during the late war. Her career as nurse was terminated by an attack of dangerous illness. But she made good use of her time, and her sketches of hospital life, if briefer than could be wished, make up in quality what they lack in quantity. They are, indeed, the most graphic and natural pictures of life in the great army hospitals that have yet appeared. Free from all affected sentimentalism, they blend in a strange and piquant manner the grave and gay, the lively and severe." — Phila. Inquirer. " It is a book which is thoroughly enjoyable, and with which little fault need be found. It is not a pretentious work, and the author has only aimed at telling the story of her experience as an army hospital nurse, in an easy, natural style ; but the incidents which she has given us are so varied, *— sometimes anmsingly humorous and sometimes tenderly pathetic, — and her narrative is so simple and straight- forward and truthful, that the reader's attention is chained, and he finds it impos- sible to resist the charm of the pleasant, kindly, keen-sighted Nurse Perriwinkle." — Round Table. " Such is the title of a volume by Miss Louisa M. Alcott, author of * Little Women,' one of ths most charming productions of tfie day. Miss Alcott is a New England woman of the best type, — gifted, refined, progressive in her opinions, heroic, self-sacrificing. She devoted \ ne and means to the service of her country in the darkest days of the Rebellion vi 'ting the camp and the hospital, devoting herself to the care of the sick and the dying, braving danger and privation in the sacred cause of humanity. The results of her experience are embodied in these ' Sketches,' which are graphic in narrative, rich in incident, and dramatic in style. Miss Alcott has a keen sense of the ludicrous, and, while she does not trifle with her subject, seeks to amuse as well as instruct her reader. She has the sunniest of tempers, and sees a humorous side even to the sad life of the hospital." — San Francisco Bulletin. " This volume illustrates excellently well the characteristics of Miss Alcott's talent as a novelist. Her subjects are always portions of her own experience ; her characters always the people she has known, under slight disguises, or strangely metamorphosed, as may happen, but easily to be recognized by those who have the key to them. In this she resembles many other writers ; but there is a pecu- liar blending of this realism with extreme idealization in most of her stories. She succeeds best — indeed, she only succeeds at all — in her real pictures. Her de- scriptions are as faithful and as varied in their fidelity as life itself, so long as she restricts herself to what she has actually seen and known. When she cleaves to real experiences, she is sure of her effect ; and her success is always greater in proportion to the depth of the experience she has to portray. For this reason we have always thought 'Hospital Sketches' her best piece of work." — Spring- field Republican. —4 Mailed., postpaid^ on receipt of the advertised price., by the Publishers^ ROBERTS BROTHERS, Bo<=ton. NEARLY READY, Pink and White Tyranny. By MRS. HARRIET BEECHER STOWE, Author of " Uncle Tout's Cabin,''^ " The Minister's Wooing,''^ dr'c. With Illustrations, i vol. i6ino. Price $1.50. This vivid and pointed novel of modem society presents to us in a story, which will not be called exaggerated, some of those phases of life around us which are none the less dangerous because they are called contemptible. The extrava- gance of the newly rich, who have never learned the use of money, and the failure of the substitutes by which people who live by sensation try to supply the place of honor and religion, have never been portrayed more precisely- At the same time Mrs. Stowe does justice to that sex which is not enough remembered in the discussion of the WTongs of Woman. For she describes, as no one else can de- scribe, the tyranny under which a loyal and chivalrous gentleman suffers most terribly. The pen, which more than any other quickened the public heart till the black slavery of centuries was broken, will render a service not less considerable, if it so wake the conscience of men and women that pink and white tyranny of women over men shall be impossible. ROBERTS BROTHERS, Publishers, Boston. / 34~f yc "These were the boys, and they lived together as happily as twelve lads could; studying and playing, working and squabbling, fighting faults and cultivating virtues, in the good old-fashioned way." — Page 28. Copy Z LITTLE MEN: LIFE AT PLOTIFIELD WITH JO'S BOYS. CHAPTER I. NAT. " T3LEASE, sir, is this Plumfield ? " asked a ragged J- boy of the man wTio opened the great gate at which the omnibus left him. " Yes ; who sent you ? " " Mr. Laurence. I have got a letter for the lady." "All right; go up to the house, and give it to her; she '11 see to you, Uttle chap." The man spoke pleasantly, and the boy went on, feeling much cheered by the words. Through the soft spring rain that fell on sprouting grass and budding trees, Nat saw a large square house before him — a hospitable-looking house, with an old-fashioned porch, wide steps, and lights shining in many windows. Neither curtains nor shutters hid the cheerful glimmer ; and, pausing a moment before he rang, Nat saw many little shadows dancing on the walls, heard the pleasant hum of young voices, and felt that it was hardly possi- ble that the light and warmth and comfort within could be for a homeless " little chap " like him. 1 2 LITTLE MEN. " I hope the lady wiU see to me," he thought ; ancl gave a timid rap with the great bronze knocker, which was a jovial griffin's head. A rosy-faced servant-maid opened the door, and smiled as she took the letter which ho silently offered. She seemed nsed to receiving strange boys, for she pointed to a seat in the hall, and said, with a nod, — " Sit there and drip on the mat a bit, while I take this in to missis." ^Nat found plenty to anmse him while he waited, and stared about him curiously, enjoying the view, yet glad to do so unobserved in the dusky recess by the door. The house seemed swarming with boys, who were beguiling the rainy twihght with all sorts of amuse- ments. There were boys everywhere, "up-stairs and down-stairs and in the lady's chamber," apparently, for various open doors showed pleasant groups of big boys, little boys, and middle-sized boys in all stages of even- ing relaxation, not to say effervescence. Two large rooms on the right were evidently school-rooms, for desks, maps, blackboards, and books were scattered about. An open fire burned oh the hearth, and several indolent lads lay on their backs before it, discussing a new cricket-ground, with such animation that their boots waved in the air. A tall youth was practising on the flute in one comer, quite undisturbed by the racket all about him. Two or three others were jump- ing over the desks, pausing, now and then, to get their breath, and laugh at the droll sketches of a little wag who was caricaturing the whole household on a black- board. r-^'^ vln the room on the left a long supper-table was seen. KAT. 3 set forth with gi'eat pitchers of new milk, piles of brown and white bread, and perfect stacks of the shiny gino-er- bread so dear to boyish souls. A flavor of toast was in the air, also suggestions of baked apples, very tantahz- ing to one hungry little nose and stomach. The hall, however, presented the most inviting pros- pect of all, for a brisk game of tag was going on in the upper entry. One landing was devoted to marbles, the other to checkers, while the stairs were occupied by a boy reading, a girl singing lullaby to her doll, two pup- pies, a kitten, and a constant succession of small boys sliding down the banisters, to the great detriment of their clothes, and danger to their hmbs. So absorbed did Nat become in this exciting race, that he ventured farther and farther out of his corner ; and when one very lively boy came down so swiftly that he could not stop himself, but fell ofi" the banis- ters, with a crash that would have broken any head but one rendered nearly as hard as a cannon-ball by eleven years of constant bumping, Nat forgot himself, and ran up to the fallen rider, expecting to find him half-dead. The boy, however, only winked rapidly for a second, then lay calmly looking up at the new face with a surprised " Hullo ! " " Hullo ! " returned Nat, not knowing what else to say, and thinking that form of rej^ly both brief and easy. " Are you a new boy ? " asked the recumbent youth, without stirring. "Don't know yet." "What's your name?" "Nat Blake." 4 LITTLE MEN. " Mine 's Tommy Bangs ; come up and have a go, will you ? " and Tommy got upon his legs like one sud- denly remembering the duties of hospitality. " Guess I won't, till I see whether I 'm going to stay or not," returned Nat, feeling the desire to stay increase every moment. " I say, Demi, here 's a new one. Come and see to him;" and the hvely Thomas returned to his sport with unabated reUsh. At his call, the boy reading on the stairs looked uj) with a pair of big brown eyes, and after an instant's pause, as if a little shy, he put the book under his arm, and came soberly down to greet the new-comer, who found something very attractive in the pleasant face of this slender, mild-eyed boy. " Have you seen Aunt Jo ? " he asked, as if that was some sort of important ceremony. "I haven't seen anybody yet but you boys; I'm waiting," answered Nat. "Did Uncle Laurie send you?" proceeded Demi, politely, but gravely. "Mr. Laurence did." " He is Uncle Laurie ; and he always sends nice boys." Nat looked gratified at the remark, and smiled, in a way that made his thin face very pleasant. He did not know what to say next, so the two stood staring at one another in friendly silence, till the little girl came up with her doll in her arms. She was very like Demi, only not so tall, and had a rounder, rosier face, and blue eyes. . " This is my sister Daisy," announced Demi, as if presenting a rare and precious creature. NAT. 5 The children nodded to one another ; and the little girl's face dimpled with pleasure, as she said, affably, — "I hope you'll stay. We have such good times here ; don't we, Demi ? " " Of course, we do ; that 's what Aunt Jo has Plum- field for." " It seems a very nice ])\:\de indeed," observed Nat, feeling that he must respond to these amiable young persons. " It 's the nicest place in the world ; isn't it, Demi ? " said Daisy, who evidently regarded her brother as authority on all subjects. " No ; I think Greenland, where the icebergs and seals are, is more interesting. But I 'm fond of Plum- field, and it is a A'ery nice place to be in," returned Demi, who was interested just now in a book on Green- land. He was about to offer to show Nat the pictures and explain them, when the servant returned, sajnug, with a nod toward the parlor-door, — "All right ; you are to stop." "I'm glad; now come to Aunt Jo." And Daisy took him by the hand with a pretty protecting air, which made Nat feel at home at once. Demi returned to his beloved book, while his sister led the new-comer into a back room, where a stout gen- tleman was fi'olicking with two little boys on the sofa, and a thin lady was just finishing the letter which she seemed to have been re-reading. " Here he is. Aunty ! " cried Daisy. " So this is my new boy ? I am glad to see you, my dear, and hope you'll be happy here," said the lady, drawing him to her, and stroking back the hair from 6 LITTLE MEN. his forehead with a Mnd hand and a motherly look, which made Nat's lonely httle heart yearn toward her. She was not at all handsome, but she had a meny sort of face, that never seemed to have forgotten cer- tain childish ways and looks, any more than her voice and manner had; and these things, hard to describe but very plain to see and feel, made her a genial, com- fortable kind of person, easy to get on with, and gener- ally "jolly," as boys would say. She saw the httle tremble of ]N"at's hps as she smoothed his hair, and her keen eyes grew softer, but she only drew the shabby figure nearer and said, laughing, — "I am Mother Bhaer, that gentleman is Father Bhaer, and these are the two little Bhaers. — Come here, boys, and see IsTat." The three wrestlers obeyed at once; and the stout man, with a chubby child on each shoulder, came up to welcome the new boy. Rob and Teddy merely grinned at, him, but Mr. Bhaer shook hands, and pointing to a low chair near the fire, said, in a cordial voice, — " There is a jDlace all ready for thee, my son ; sit down and dry thy wet feet at once." " Wet? so they are ! My dear, off" with your shoes this minute, and I '11 have some dry things ready for you in a ji%," cried Mrs. Bhaer, bustUng about so energetically, that Nat found himself in the cosy little chair, with dry socks and warm slippers on his feet, before he would have had time to say Jack Robinson, if he had wanted to try. He said " Thank you, ma'am," instead; and said it so gi-atefally, that Mrs. Bhaer's eyes grew soft again, and she said something merry, because she felt so tender, which was a way she had. NAT. 7 "These are Tommy Bang's slippers; but he never will remember to put them on in the house ; so he shall not have them. They are too big ; but that 's all the better ; you can't run away fi-om us so fast as if they fitted." "I don't want to run away, ma'am." And N'at spread his grimy little hands before the comfortable blaze, with a long sigh of satisfaction. "That's good! Now I am going to toast you well, and try to get rid of that ugly cough. How long have you had it, dear ? " asked Mrs. Bhaer, as she rummaged in her big basket for a strip of flannel. " All winter, I got cold, and it wouldn't get better, somehow." " No wonder, living in that damp cellar with hardly a rag to his poor dear back ! " said Mrs. Bhaer, in a low tone to her husband, who was looking at the boy with a skilful pair of eyes, that marked the thin temj)les and feverish lips, as well as the hoarse voice and fi-equent fits of coughing that shook the bent shoulders under the patched jacket. " Robin, my man, trot up to Nursey, and tell her to give thee the cough-bottle and the hniment," said Mr. Bhaer, after his eyes had exchanged telegrams with his wife's. Nat looked a httle anxious at the preparations, but forgot his fears, in a hearty laugh, when Mrs. Bhaer whispered to him, with a droll look, — " Hear my rogue Teddy try to cough. The syrup I 'm going to give you has honey in it ; and he wants some." Little Ted was red in the face with his exertions by 8 LITTLE MEN. the time tlie bottle came, and was allowed to suck the spoon, after Nat had manftilly taken a dose, and had the bit of flannel put about his throat. These first steps toward a cure were hardly com- pleted, when a great bell rang, and a loud tramping through the hall announced supper. Bashftil Nat quaked at the thought of meeting many strange boys, but Mrs. Bhaer held out her hand to him, and Rob said, patronizingly, "Don't be 'fraid; I'll take care of you." Twelve boys, six on a side, stood behind their chairs, prancing with impatience to begin, while the tall flute- playing youth was trying to curb their ardor. But no one sat down, till Mrs. Bhaer was in her place behind the teapot, with Teddy on her left, and Nat on her right. " This is our new boy, Nat Blake. After supper you can say, How do you do ? Gently, boys, gently." As she spoke every one stared at Nat, and then whisked into their seats, trying to be orderly, and fail- ing utterly. The Bhaers did their best to have the lads behave well at meal times, and generally succeeded pretty well, for their rules were few and sensible, and the boys, knowing that they tried to make things easy and happy, did their best to obey. But there are times when hungry boys cannot be repressed without real cruelty, and Saturday evening, after a half-hohday, was one of those times. "Dear little souls, do let them have one day in which they can howl and racket and ii'olic, to then* hearts' content. A holiday isn't a holiday, without plenty of freedom and fun ; and they shall have ftill swing once a week," Mrs. Bhaer used to say, when prini people NAT. 9 wondered why banister-sliding, pillow-fights, and all manner of jovial games were allowed under the once decorous roof of Plumfield. It did seem at times as if the aforesaid roof was in danger of flying off; but it never did, for a word from Father Bhaer could at any time produce a lull, and the lads had learned that liberty must not be abused. So, in spite of many dark predictions, the school flourished, and manners and morals were insinuated, without the pupils exactly knowing how it was done. Nat found himself very well off behind the tall pitchers, with Tommy Bangs just round the corner, and Mrs. Bhaer close by, to fill up plate and mug as fast as he could empty them. " Who is that boy next the girl down at the other end ? " whispered Nat to his young neighbor under cover of a general laugh. " That 's Demi Brooke. Mr. Bhaer is his uncle." " What a queer name ! " " His real name is John, but they call him Demi-John, because his father is John too. That's a joke, don't you see ? " said Tommy, kindly explaining. ISTat did not see, but politely smiled, and asked, with interest, — " Isn't he a very nice boy ? " " I bet you he is ; knows lots and reads Uke any thing." " Who is the fat one next him ? " " Oh, that 's Stufiy Cole. His name is George, but we call him Stuffy 'cause he eats so much. The little fellow next Father Bhaer is his boy Rob, and then there 's big Franz his nephew ; he teaches some, and kind of ^es to us." 10 LITTLE MEN. " He plays the flute, doesn't he ? " asked Nat as Tom- my rendered himself speechless by putting a whole baked apple into his mouth at one blow. Tommy nodded, and said, sooner than one would have imagined possible under the circumstances, " Oh, don't he, though ? and we dance sometimes, and do gymnastics to music. I hke a drum myself, and mean to learn as soon as ever I can." " I like a fiddle best ; I can play one too," said l!^at, getting confidential on this attractive subject. " Can you ? " and Tommy stared over the rim of his mug with round eyes, full of interest. " Mr. Bhaer 's got an old fiddle, and he 'U. let you play on it if you want to." " Could I ? Oh, I would like it ever so much. Tou see I used to go round fiddling with my father, and an- other man, till he died." " Wasn't that fun ? " cried Tommy, much impressed. " No, it was horrid ; so cold in winter, and hot in summer. And I got tu-ed ; and they were cross some- times ; and I didn't have enough to eat." Nat paused to take a generous bite of gingerbread, as if to assure himself that the hard times were over ; and then he added regretfully, — " But I did love my little fiddle, and I miss it. Nicolo took it away when father died, and wouldn't have me any longer, 'cause I was sick." " You '11 belong to the band if you play good. See if you don't." "Do you have a band here?" And Nat's eyes sparkled. " Guess we do ; a jolly band, all boys ; and they have concerts and things. You just see what haf)pens to- morrow night." NAT. 11 After this pleasantly exciting remark, Tommy re- tm-ned to his sui3per, and Nat sank into a blissful reverie over his full plate. Mrs. Bhaer had heard all they said, while apparently absorbed in filling mugs, and overseeing little Ted, who was so sleepy that he put his spoon in his eye, nodded like a rosy poppy, and finally fell fast asleep, with his cheek pillowed on a soft bun. Mrs. Bhaer had put Nat next to Tommy, because that roly-poly boy had a frank and social way with him, very attractive to shy persons. Nat felt this, and had made several small confidences during supper, which gave Mrs. Bhaer the key to the new boy's character, better than if she had talked to him herself. In the letter which Mr. Laurence had sent with Nat, he had said — "Dear Jo, — Here is a case after your own heart. This poor lad is an orphan now, sick and fiiendless. He has been a street-musician ; and I found him in a cellar, mourning for his dead father, and his lost \'iolin. I think there is something in him, and have a fancy that between us we may give this little man a lift. You cure his overtasked body, Fritz help his neglected mind, and when he is ready I '11 see if he is a genius or only a boy with a talent which may earn his bread for him. Give him a trial, for the sake of your own boy, « Teddy." " Of course we will ! " cried Mrs. Bhaer, as she read the letter ; and when she saw Nat, she felt at once that whether Ire was a genius or not, here was a lonely, sick 12 LITTLE MEN. boy, who needed just what she loved to give, a home, and motherly care. Both she and jVIi\ Bhaer observed him quietly ; and in sjoite of ragged clothes, awkward manners, and a dii-ty face, they saw much about K'at that pleased them. He was a thin, pale boy, of twelve, with blue eyes, and a good forehead under the rough, neglected hair ; an anxious, scared face, at times, as if he exjDected hard words, or blows; and a sensitive mouth, that trembled when a kind glance fell on him ; whUo a gentle speech called up a look of gratitude, very sweet to see. " Bless the poor dear, he shall fiddle all day long if he likes," said Mrs. Bhaer to herself, as she saw the eager, happy expression on his face when Tommy talked of the band. So, after supper, when the lads flocked into the school-room for more " high jinks," Mrs. Jo appeared with a violin in her hand, and after a word with her husband, went to. ISTat, who sat in a corner watching the scene with intense interest. "Now, my lad, give us a httle tune. We want a viohn in our band, and I think you will do it nicely." She expected that he would hesitate ; but he seized the old fiddle at once, and handled it -with such loving care, it was jDlain to see that music was his passion. *' I '11 do the best I can, ma'am," was all he said ; and then di'ew the bow across the strings, as if eager to hear the dear notes ag^ain. There was a gi-eat clatter in the room, but as if deaf to any sounds but those he made, Xat played softly to himself^ forgetting every thing in his delight. It was only a simple negro melody, such as street-musicians play, but it caught the ears of the boys at Once, and NAT. " It was the proudest, happiest minute of the poor boy's life, when he was led to the place of honor by the piano." — Pack 13. NAT. 13 silenced them, till they stood listening with surprise and pleasure. Gradually they got nearer and nearer, and Mr. Bhaer came- up to watch the boy ; for, as if he was in his element now, Nat played away and never minded any one, while his eyes shone, his cheeks redr dened, and his thin fingers flew, as he huggen the old fiddle and made it speak to all then* hearts the language that he loved. A hearty round of applause rewarded him better than a shower of pennies, when he stopped and glanced about him, as if to say — " I 've done my l^est ; please like it." " I say, you do that first rate," cried Tommy, who considered Nat his protege. " You shall be first fiddle in my band," added Franz, with an approving smile. Mrs. Bhaer whispered to her husband — " Teddy is right : there's something in the child." And Mr. Bhaer nodded his head emphatically, as he clapped Nat on the shoulder, saying, heartily — " You play well, my son. Come now and play some- thing which we can sino:." It was the proudest • hapi^iest minute of the poor boy's Hfe when he was led to the place of honor by the piano, and the lads gathered round, never heeding his poor clothes, but eying hun respectfully, and waiting eagerly to hear him play again. They chose a song he knew ; and after one or two false starts they got going, and viohn, flute, and piano led a chorus of bo}dsh voices that made the old roof ring again. It was too much for Nat, more feeble than he knew ; and as the final shout died away, his face 14 LITTLE MEN. began to work, he dropped the fiddle, and turning to the wall, sobbed like a little child. " My dear, what is it ? " asked Mrs. Bhaer, who had been singing with all her might, and trying to keep little Rob fi-om beating time with his boots. " You are all so kind — and it 's so beautiful — I can't help it," sobbed Nat, coughing till he was breathless. " Come with me, dear ; you must go to bed and rest ; you are worn out, and this is too noisy a place for you," whispered Mrs. Bhaer ; and took him away to her owti parlor, where she let him cry himself quiet. Then she won him to tell her all his troubles, and listened to the little story with tears in her own eyes, though it was not a new one to her. "My child, you have got a father and a mother now, and this is home. Don't think of those sad tunes any more, but get well and hn^-^^y; and be sure you shall never suffer again, if w< '^u help it. This place is made for all sorts of bo^ ^ have a good time in, and to learn bow to help themselves and be useful men, I hojDe. You shall have as '•'' Iich m^""' you want, only you must get > "^ *'. ]^"w come up to Nursey and have r ,..^|..^^, t> ^ b^.., and to- morrow we will la ' ■.• r -".lans together." Nat held her hr . ^^^ ac had not a word to say, and let his gratv^^c^x eyes speak for him, as Mrs. Bhaer led him up to a big room, where they found a stout German woman with a face so round and cheery, that it looked like a sort of sun, with the wide fiill of her cap for rays. " This is Nursey Hummel, and she will give you a nice bath, and cut your hair, and make you all ' comfy,' NAT, ' 15 as Rob says. That's the bath-room in there; and on Saturday nights we scrub all the little lads first, and pack them away in bed before the big ones get through singing. Now then, Kob, in with you," As she talked, Mrs. Bhaer had whipped off Rob's clothes and popped him into a long bath-tub in the little room opening into the nursery. There were two tubs, besides foot-baths, basins, douche-pipes, and all manner of contrivances for clean- liness. Nat was soon luxuriating in the other bath ; and while sunmering there, he watched the perform- ances of the two women, who scrubbed, clean night- gowned, and bundled into bed four or five small boys, who, of course, cut up all sorts of capers during the operation, and kept every one in a gale of merriment till they were extinguished in their beds. By the time Nat was V7^|^hed and done up in a blanket by the fire, while, c ^sey cut his hair, a new detachment of boys arri' ( , . j.. /md were shut into the bath-room, wliere they made as much splashing and noise as a £cno( \.of young zhales at play. "Nat had bett'^r sift-. > n<' • that if his cough troubles hrm iia Q that he takes a good draught of ^ ' " Mrs. Bhaer, who was flying about IIkv,, .,'ci. iSn with a large brood of lively ducklings. ■ . • Nursey approved the plan, finished Nat off with a flannel night-gown, a drink of something warm and sweet, and then tucked him into one of the three little beds standing in the room, where he lay looking like a contented mummy, and feeling that nothing more in the way of luxury could be offered him. Cleanliness 16 LITTLE MEN. in itself was a new and delightful sensation; flannel gowns were unknown comforts in his world ; sips of "good stuff" soothed his cough as pleasantly as kind words did his lonely heart ; and the feeling that some- body cared for him made that plain room seem a sort of heaven to the homeless child. It was like a cosy dream ; and he often shut his eyes to see if it would not vanish when he opened them again. It was too pleasant to let him sleep, and he could not have done so if he had tried, for in a few minutes one of the peculiar institutions of Plumfield was revealed to his astonished but appreciative eyes. A momentary lull in the aquatic exercises was fol- lowed by the sudden appearance of pillows flying in all directions, hurled by white goblins, who came rioting out of their beds. The battle raged in several rooms, all down the up]3er hall, and even surged at intervals into the nursery, when some hard-j)ressed warrior took refuge there. No one seemed to mind this explosion in the least; no one forbade it, or even looked sur- prised. Nursey went on hanging up towels, and Mrs. Bhaer looked out clean clothes, as calmly as if the most perfect order reigned. Nay, she even chased one daring boy out of the room, and fired after him the pillow he had slyly thrown at her. " Won't they hurt 'em ? " asked Nat, who lay laugh- ing with all his might. "Oh dear, no! we always allow one pillow-fight Saturday night. The cases are changed to-morrow; and it gets up a glow after the boys' baths ; so I rather like it myself," said Mrs. Bhaer, busy again among her dozen pairs of socks. NAT, 17 "What a very nice school this is!" observed Nat, in a burst of admiration. "It's an odd one" laughed Mrs. Bhaer; "but you see we don't believe in making children miserable by too many rules, and too much study. I forbade night- gown parties at first ; but, bless you, it was of no use. I could no more keep those boys in their beds, than so many jacks in the box. So I made an agreement with them : I was to allow a fifteen-minute pillow-fight, every Saturday night ; and they promised to go prop- erly to bed, every other night. I tried it, and it worked well. If they don't keep their word, no fi-olic ; if they do, I just turn the glasses round, put the lamps in safe places, and let them rampage as much as they like." "It's a beautifiil plan," said Nat, feeling that he should like to join in the fi'ay, but not venturing to propose it the first night. So he lay enjoying the spectacle, which certainly was a lively one. Tommy Bangs led the assailing party, and Demi defended his own room with a dogged courage, fine to see, collecting pillows behind him as fast as they were thrown, till the besiegers were out of ammunition, when they would charge upon him in a body, and recover their arms. A few slight accidents occurred, but nobody minded, and gave and took sounding thwacks with 25ei'fect good humor, while pillows flew like big snow flakes, till Mrs. Bhaer looked at her watch, and called out — " Time is up, boys. Into bed, every man Jack, or pay the forfeit!" " What is the forfeit ? " asked Nat, sitting up in his eagerness to know what happened to those wretches who 2 18 LITTLE MEN. disobeyed tMs most peculiar, but public-spirited school- ma'am. "Lose their fun next time," answered Mrs. Bhaer. " I give them five minutes to settle down, then put out the lights, and expect order. They are honorable lads, and they keep then* word." That was evident, for the battle ended as abruptly as it began — a parting shot or two, a final cheer, as Demi fired the seventh pillow at the retiring foe, a few chal- lenges for next time, then order prevailed ; and nothing but an occasional giggle, or a suppressed whisper, broke the quiet which followed the Saturday-night frolic, as Mother Bhaer kissed her new boy, and left him to happy dreams of life at Plumfield. CHAPTER 11. THE BOYS. WHILE Nat takes a good long sleep, I will tell my little readers something about the boys, among whom he found himself when he woke up. To begin with our old friends. Franz was a tall lad, of sixteen now, a regular German, big, blond, and book- ish, also very domestic, amiable, and musical. His uncle was fitting him for college, and his aunt for a happy home of his own hereafter, because she carefully fostered in him gentle manners, love of children, respect for women, old and young, and helpful ways about the house. He was her right-hand man on all occasions, steady, kind, and patient ; and he loved his merry aunt like a mother, for such she had tried to be to him. Emil was quite different, being quick-tempered, rest- less, and enterprising, bent on going to sea, for the blood of the old vikings stirred in his veins, and could not be tamed. His uncle promised that he should go when he was sixteen, and set him to studying naviga- tion, gave him stories of good and famous admirals and heroes to read, and let him lead the life of a frog in river, pond, and brook, when lessons were done. His room looked like the cabin of a man-of-war, for 20 LITTLE MEN. thing was nautical, military, and ship shape. Captain Kyd was his delight, and his favorite amusement was to rig up like that piratical gentleman, and roar out sanguinary sea-songs at the top of his voice. He would dance nothing but sailors' hornpipes, rolled in his gait, and was as nautical in conversation as his uncle would permit. The boys called him " Commodore," and took great pride in his fleet, which whitened the pond and suffered disasters that would have daunted any com- naander but a sea-struck boy. Demi was one of the children who show plainly the effect of intelligent love and care, for soul and body worked harmoniously together. The natural refine- ment which nothing but home influence can teach, gave him sweet and simple manners : his mother had cher- ished an innocent and loving heart in him ; his father had watched over the physical growth of his boy, and kept the little body straight and strong on wholesome food and exercise and sleep, while Grandpa March cul- tivated the little mind with the tender wisdom of a modern Pythagoras, — not tasking it with long, hard lessons, parrot-learned, but helping it to unfold as naturally and beautifully as sun and dew help roses bloom. He was not a perfect child, by any means, but his faults were of the better sort ; and being early taught the secret of self-control, he was not left at the mercy of appetites and passions, as some poor little mortals are, and then punished for pelding to the temptations against which they have no armor. A quiet, quaint boy was Demi, serious, yet cheery, quite unconscious that he was unusually bright and beautiful, yet quick to see and love intelligence or beauty in other THE BOYS. 21 children. Very fond of books, and full of lively fancies, born of a strong imagination and a spiritual nature, these traits made his parents anxious to balance them with useful knowledge and healthful society, lest they should make him one of those pale precocious children who amaze and delight a family sometimes, and fade away like hot-house flowers, because the young soul blooms too soon, and has not a hearty body to root it firmly in the wholesome soil of this world. So Demi was transplanted to Plumfield, and took so kindly t© the life there, that Meg and John and grand- pa felt satisfied that they had done well. Mixing with other boys brought out the practical side of him, roused his spirit, and brushed away the pretty cobwebs he was so fond of spinning in that little brain of his. To be sure, he rather shocked his mother when he came home, by banging doors, saying " by George " emphatically, and demanding tall thick boots "that clumped like pa]-)a's." But John rejoiced over him, laughed at his exj)losive remarks, got the boots, and said contentedly, " He is doing w^ell ; so let him clump. I want my son to be a manly boy, and this temporary roughness won't hurt him. We can polish him up by and by ; and as for learning, he will pick that up as j^igeons do peas. So don't hurry him." Daisy was as sunshiny and charming as ever, with all sorts of little womanlinesses budding in her, for she was like her gentle mother, and delighted in domestic things. She had a family of dolls, whom she brought uj) in the most exemplary manner ; she could not get on with- out her little ^Vork-basket and bits of sewing, which she did so nicely, that Demi li-equently pulled out his hand- 22 LITTLE MEN. kerchief to display her neat stitches, and Baby Josy had a flannel petticoat beautifully made by Sister Daisy. She liked to quiddle about the china-closet, prepare the salt-cellars, put the spoons straight on the table ; and every day went round the parlor with her brush, dust- ing chairs and tables. Demi called her a " Betty," but was very glad to have her keep his things in order, lend him her nimble fingers in all sorts of work, and help him with his lessons, for they ke2:»t abreast there, and had no thought of rivalry. The love between them was as strong as ever ; and no one could laugh Demi out of his affectionate ways with Daisy. He fought her battles valiantly, and never could understand Avliy boys should be ashamed to say " right out," that they loved their sisters. Daisy adored her twin, thought •" my brother " the most remarkable boy in the world, and every morning, in her little wrap- per, trotted to tap at his door with a motherly — " Get up, my dear, it's 'most breakfast time ; and here's your clean collar." Rob was an energetic morsel of a boy, who seemed to have discovered the secret of perpetual motion, for he never was still. Fortunately, he was not mischiev- ous, nor very brave ; so he kept out of trouble pretty well, and vibrated between father and mother like an affectionate little pendulum with a lively tick, for Rob was a chatterbox. • Teddy was too young to play a very important part in the affairs of Plumfield, yet he had his little sphere, and filled it beautifull}^ Every one felt the need of a pet at times, and Baby was always ready to accommo- date, for kissing and cuddling suited him excellently. THE BOYS. 23 Mrs. Jo seldom stirred without liim ; so he had his lit- tle finger in all the domestic jiies, and every one found tliem all the better for it, for they believed in babies at Plumfield. Dick Brown, and Adolplius or Dolly Pettingill, were two eight-years olds. Dolly stuttered badly, but was gi-adually getting over it, for no one was allowed to mock him and Mr. Bhaer tried to cure it, by making him talk slowly. Dolly was a good little lad, quite uninteresting and ordinary, but he flourished here, and w^ent through his daily duties and pleasures with j^lacid content and propriety. Dick Brown's affliction was a crooked ^ack, yet he bore his burden so cheerfully, that Demi once askr»d in his queer w^ay, " Do humps make people good-natured *? I 'd like one if they do." Dick was always merry, and did his best to be like other boys, for a plucky spirit lived in the feeble little body. When he first came, he was very sensitive about his misfortune, but soon learned to forget it, for no one dared remind him of it, after Mr. Bhaer had punished one boy for laughing at him. " God don't care ; for my soul is straight if my back isn't," sobbed Dick to his tormentor on that occasion ; and, by cherishing this idea, the Bhaers soon led him to believe that people also loved his soul, and did not mind his body, except to pity and help him to bear it. Playing menageiie once with the others, some one said, " What animal will you be, Dick ? " " Oh, I 'm the dromedary ; don't you see the hump on my back ? " was the laughing answer. "So you are, my nice little one that don't carry loads, 24 LITTLE MEN, but marches by the elephant first in the procession," said Demi, who was arranging the spectacle. " I hope others will be as kind to the poor dear as my boys have learned to be," said Mrs. Jo, quite satisfied with the success of her teaching, as Dick ambled past her, looking like a very happy, but a very feeble little dromedary, beside stout Stu%, who did the elephant with ponderous propriety. Jack Ford was a shaip, rather a sly lad, who was sent to this school, because it was cheap. Many men would have thought him a smart boy, but Mr. Bhaer did not hke his way of illustrating that Yankee word, and thought \^z anboyish keenness and money-loving as mu'^^ of an affliction as Dolly's stutter, or Dick's humj). Ned Barker was like a thousand other boys of four- teen, all legs, blunder, and bluster. Indeed the family called him the " Blunderbuss," and always expected to see him tumble over the chairs, bump against the tables, and knock down any small articles near him. He bragged a good deal about what he could do, but sel- dom did any thing to prove it, was not brave, and a little given to tale-telling. He was apt to bully the small boys, and flatter the big ones, and without being at all bad, was just the sort of fellow who could very easily be led astray. George Cole had been spoilt by an over-indulgent mother, who stuffed him with sweetmeats till he was sick, and then thought him too delicate to study, so that at twelve years old, he was a pale, puffy boy, dull, fret- ful, and lazy. A friend persuaded her to send him to Plumfield, and there he soon got waked up, for sweet things were seldom allowed, much exercise required, TEE BOYS. 25 and study made so pleasant, that Stuffy was gently lured along, till he quite amazed his anxious mamma by his improvement, and convinced her that there was really somethinof remarkable in Plumfield air. Billy Ward was what the Scotch tenderly call an " innocent," for though thirteen years old, he was like a child of six. He had been an unusually intelligent boy, and his father had hurried him on too fast, giving him all sorts of hard lessons, keeping him at his books six hours a day, and expecting him to absorb knowledge as a Strasburg goose does the food crammed down its throat. He thought he was doing his duty, but he nearly killed the boy, for a fever gave the j^oor child a sad holiday, and when he recovered, the overtasked brain gave out, and Billy's mind was like a slate over which a sponge has passed, leaving it blank. It was a terrible lesson to his ambitious father ; he could not bear the sight of his promising child, changed to a feeble idiot, and he sent him away to Plumfield, scarcely hoping that he could be helped, but sure that he would be kindly treated. Quite docile and hannless was Billy, and it was pitiful to see how hard he tried to learn, as if gi'oping dimly after the lost knowledge which had cost him so much. Day after day, he pored over the alphabet, proudly said A and B, and thought that he knew them, but on the morrow they were gone, and all the work was to be done over again. Mr. Bhaer had infinite patience with him, and kept on in spite of the apparent hopelessness of the task, not caring for book lessons, but trying gently to clear away the mists from the darkened mind, and give it back intelligence enough to make the boy less a burden and an affliction. 26 LITTLE MEN. Mrs. Bhaer strengthened his health by every aid she could invent, and the boys all j^itied and were kind to him. He did not like their active plays, but would sit for hours watching the doves, would dig holes for Teddy till even that ardent grubber was satisfied, or follow Silas, the man, from place to place seeing him work, for honest Si was very good to him, and though he forgot his letters Billy remembered friendly faces. Tommy Bangs was the scapegrace of the school, and the most trpng little scajDCgrace that ever lived. As full of mischief as a monkey, yet so good-hearted that one could not help forgiving his tricks ; so scatter- brained that words went by him like the wind, yet so penitent for every misdeed, that it was impossible to keep sober when he vowed tremendous vows of refor- mation, or proposed all sorts of queer punishments to be inflicted upon himself. Mr. and Mrs. Bhaer lived in a state of preparation for any mishap, from, the breaking of Tommy's own neck, to the blowing up of the entire family with gunpowder ; and Js'ursey had a jDarticular drawer in which she kept bandages, plasters, and salves for his especial use, for Tommy was alwaj'S being brought in half dead ; but nothing ever killed hun, and he rose from every downfall with redoubled "sigor. The first day he came, he chopped the toj) off one finger in the hay-cutter, and during the week, fell from the shed roof, was chased by an angry hen who tried to pick his eyes out because he examined her chickens, got run away with, and had his ears boxed violently by Asia, who caught him luxuriously skimming a pan of cream with half a stolen pie. Undaunted, however, by any failures or rebuffs, this indomitable youth went THE BOYS. 27 on amusing himself with all sorts of tricks till no one felt safe. If he did not know his lessons, he always had some droll excuse to offer, and as he was usually clever at his books, and as bright as a button in composing answers when he did not know them, he got on pretty well at school. But out of school, — Ye gods and little fishes! how Tommy did carouse ! He wound fat Asia up in her own clothes line against the post, and left her there to fume and scold for half an hour one busy Monday morning. He dropped a hot cent down Mary Ann's back as that pretty maid was waiting at table one day when there were gentlemen to dinner, whereat the poor girl upset the soup and rushed out of the room in dismay, leaAdng the family to think that she had gone mad. He fixed a pail of water up in a tree, with a bit of ribbon fastened to the handle, and when Daisy, attracted by the gay streamer, tried to pull it down, she got a douche bath that spoiled her clean frock and hurt her little feelings very much. He put rough white pebbles in the sugar-bowl when his grand- mother came to tea, and the poor old lady wondered why they didn't melt in her cup, but was too polite to say any thing. He passed round snufFin church so that five of the boys sneezed with such violence they had to go out. He dug paths in winter time, and then privately watered them so that people should tumble down. He drove poor Silas nearly wild by hanging his big boots in con- spicuous places, for his feet were enormous, and he was A'ery much ashamed of them. He persuaded confiding little Dolly to tie a thread to one of his loose teeth, and leave the string hanging from his mouth when he went to sleep, so that Tommy could pull it out without his 28 LITTLE MEN. feeling the dreaded operation. But the tooth wouldn't come at the first tweak, and poor Dolly woke up in great anguish of spirit, and lost all faith in Tommy from that day forth. The last prank had been to give the hens bread soaked in rum, which made them tipsy and scandalized all the other fowls, for the respectable old biddies went staggering about, pecking and cluck- ing in the most maudUn manner, while the family were convulsed with laughter at their antics, till Daisy took pity on them and shut them up in the hen-house to sleep off their intoxication. These were the boys, and they lived together as hap- pily as twelve lads could, studying and playing, working and squabbling, fighting faults and cultivating virtues in the good old-fashioned way. Boys at other schools probably learned more from books, but less of that bet- ter wisdom which makes good men. Latin, Greek, and mathematics were all very well, but in Professor Bhaer's opinion, self-knowledge, self-help, and self-control were more important, and he tried to teach them carefully. People shook their heads sometimes at his ideas, even while they owned that the boys improved wonderfully in manners and morals. But then, as Mrs. Jo said to Nat, it was an '' odd school." CHAPTER III. SUNDAY. THE moment the bell rang next morning Xat flew out of bed, and dressed himself with great satis- faction in the suit of clothes he found on the chair. They were not new, being half-worn garments of one of the well to-do boys ; but Mrs. Bhaer kept all such cast- off feathers for the picked robins who strayed into her nest. They were hardly on when Tommy appeared in a high state of clean collar, and escorted Xat down to breakfast. The sun was sliininsr into the dininor-room on the well- spread table, and the flock of hungiy, hearty lads who gathered round it. Xat observed that they were much more orderly than they had been the night before, and every one stood silently behind his chair while little Rob, standing beside his father at the head of the table, folded his hands, reverently bent his curly head, and softly repeated a short grace in the devout German fashion, which Mr. Bhaer loved and taught his little son to honor. Then they all sat do^vn to enjoy the Sunday-morning breakfast of coffee, steak, and baked potatoes, instead of the bread and milk fare with which they usually satisfied their young appetites. There was 30 LITTLE MEN. much pleasant talk while the knives and forks rattled briskly, for certain Sunday lessons were to be learned, the Sunday walk settled, and plans for the week dis- cussed. As he listened, Nat thought it seemed as if this day must be a very pleasant one, for he loved quiet, and there was a cheerful sort of hush over every thing that j^leased him very much ; because, in sj)ite of his rough life, the boy possessed the sensitive nerves which belong to a music-loving nature. " Now, my lads, get your morning jobs done, and let me find you ready for church when the 'bus comes round," said Father Bhaer, and set the example by going into the school-room to get books ready for the morrow. Every one scattered to his or her task, for each had some little daily duty, and was expected to perform it faithfally. Some brought wood and water, brushed the steps, or ran errands for Mrs. Bhaer. Others fed the pet animals, and did chores about the barn with Franz. Daisy washed the cups, and Demi wiped them, for the twins liked to work together, and Demi had been taught to make himself useful in the little house at home. Even baby Teddy had his small job to do, and trotted to and fro, putting napkins away, and pusliing chairs into their places. For half an hour the lads buzzed about like a hive of bees, then the 'bus drove round. Father Bhaer and Franz with the eight older boys piled in, and away they went for a three mile drive to church in town. Because of the troublesome cough Nat preferred to stay at home with the four small boys, and spent a happy morning in Mrs. Bhaer' s room, listening to the SUNDAY. 31 stories she read them, leaniing the hymn she taught them, and then quietly employing liimself pasting pict- ures into an old ledger. " This is my Sunday closet," she said, showing him shelves filled with picture-books, paint-boxes, architect- ural blocks, little diaries, and materials for letter-writ- ing. " I want my boys to love Sunday, to find it a peaceful, pleasant day, when they can rest from common study and play, yet enjoy quiet pleasures, and learn, in simple ways, lessons more important than any taught in school. Do you understand me ? " she asked, watching Nat's attentive face. " You mean to be good ? " he said, after hesitating a minute. " Yes ; to be good, and to love to be good. It is hard work sometimes, I know very well ; but we all help one another, and so we get on. This is one of the ways in which I try to help my boys," and she took down a thick book, which seemed half-full of writing, and opened at a page on which there was one word at the top. " Why, that 's my name ! " cried ISTat, looking both surprised and interested. " Yes ; I have a page for each boy. I keep a little account of how he gets on through the week, and Sun- day night I show him the record. If it is bad I am soiTy and disappointed, if it is good I am glad and proud ; but, whichever it is, the boys know I want to help them, and they try to do then* best for love of me and Father Bhaer." " I should think they would," said Nat, catching a glimpse of Tommy's name opposite his own, and won- dering what was written under it. 32 LITTLE MEN. Mrs. Bhaer saw his eye on the words, and shook her head, sapng, as she turned a leaf — " No, I don't show my records to any hut the one to whom each belongs. I call this my conscience book ; and only you and I will ever know what is to be writ- ten on the page below your name. Whether you will be j)leased or ashamed to read it next Sunday depends on yourself. I think it will be a good report ; at any rate, I shall try to make things easy for you in this new place, and shall be quite contented if you keep our few rules, live happily with the boys, and leam something." " I '11 try, ma'am ; " and Nat's thin face flushed up with the earnestness of his desire to make Mrs. Bhaer " glad and proud," not " sorry and disappointed." " It must be a great deal of trouble to write about so many," he added, as she shut her book with an encouraging jDat on the shoulder. " Not to me, for I really don't know which I like best, writing or boys," she said, laugliing to see Nat stare with astonishment at the last item. " Yes, I know many people think boys are a nuisance, but that is because they don't understand them. I do ; and I never saw the boy yet whom I could not get on capitally with after I had once found the soft spot in his heart. Bless me, I couldn't get on at all without my flock of dear, noisy, naughty, harum-scarum little lads, could I, my Teddy?" and Mrs. Bhaer hugged the young rogue, just in time to save the big inkstand from going into his pocket. Nat, who had never heard any thing like this before, really did not know whether Mother Bhaer was a trifle crazy, or the most delightftil woman he had ever met. SUNDAY. 33 He rather inclined to the latter opinion, in spite of her l^eculiar tastes, for she had a way of filling up a fellow's 2')late before he asked, of laughing at his jokes, gently tweaking him by the ear, or clai^i^ing him on the shoul- der, that Nat found very engaging. " Now, I think you would like to go into the school- room and i^ractise some of the hymns we are to sing to-night," she said, rightly guessing the thing of all others that he wanted to do. Alone with the beloved violin and the music-book propped up before him in the sunny window, while Sirring beauty filled the world outside, and Sabbath silence reigned within, Nat enjoyed an hour or two of genuine happiness, learning the sweet old tunes, and forgetting the hard past in the cheerful present. When the church-goers came back and dinner was over, every one read, wrote letters home, said their Sunday lessons, or talked quietly to one another, sitting here and there about the house. At three o'clock the entire fimily turned out to walk, for all the active young bodies must have exercise ; and in these walks the ac- tive young minds were taught to see and love the prov- idence of God in the beautiful miracles which Nature was working before their eyes. Mr. Bhaer always went with them, and in his simple, fatherly way, found for his flock "Sermons in stones, books in the running brooks, and good in every thing." Mrs. Bhaer mth Daisy and her own two boys drove into town, to pay the weekly visit to Grandma, which Avas busy Mother Bhaer's one holiday and greatest pleasure. Nat was not strong enough for the long walk, and asked to stay at home with Tommy, who kindly 3 34 LITTLE MEN. offered to do the honors of Pliimfield. " You 've seen the house, so come out and have a look at the gai'den, and the barn, and the menagerie," said Tommy, when they were left alone with Asia, to see that they didn't get into mischief; for, though Tommy was one of the best meaning boys who ever adorned knickerbockers, accidents of the most direful nature were always hap- pening to him, no one could exactly tell how. " What is your menagerie ? " asked Xat, as they trotted along the drive- that encircled the house. " We all have pets you see, and we keep 'em in the corn-barn, and call it the menagerie. Here you are. Isn't my guinea-pig a beauty ? " and Tommy proudly presented one of the ugliest sj)ecimens of that pleasing animal that I^at ever saw. " I know a boy with a dozen of 'em, and he said he 'd give me one, only I hadn't any j)lace to keep it, so I couldn't have it. It was white, with black spots, a regular rouser, and maybe I could get it for you if you 'd like it," said Nat, feeling it would be a delicate return for Tommy's attentions. " I 'd like it ever so much, and I '11 give you this one, and they can live together if they don't fight. Those white mice are Rob's, Franz gave 'em to him. The rabbits are IN'ed's, and the bantams outside are Stuffy's. That box thing is Demi's turtle-tank, only he hasn't begun to get 'em yet. Last year he had sixty-two, whackers some of 'em. He stamped one of 'em with his name and the year, and let it go ; and he says maybe he mil find it ever so long after and know it. He read about a turtle being found that had a mark on it that showed it must be hundreds of years old. Demi's such a funny chaj)." SUNDAY. 35 " What is in this box ? " asked Nat, stoiDping before a large deep one, half-full of earth. " Oh, that 's Jack Ford's worm-shop. He digs heaps of 'em and keeps 'em here, and when we want any to go a fishing with, we buy some of him. It saves lots of trouble, only he charged too much for 'em. Why, last time we traded I had to pay two cents a dozen, and then got little ones. Jack 's mean sometimes, and I told him I 'd dig for myself if he didn't lower his prices. Now, I own two hens, those gray ones ^^ith top knots, iirst-rate ones they are too, and I sell Mrs. Bhaer the eggs, but I ne^'er ask her more than twenty-five cents a dozen, never ! I 'd be ashamed to do it," cried Tommy mth a glance of scorn at the worm-shop. " Who owns the dogs ? " asked Nat, much interested in these commercial transactions, and feeling that T. Bangs was a man whom it would be a privilege and a pleasure to patronize. "The big dog is Emil's. His name is Christopher Columbus. Mrs. Bhaer named him because she likes to say Christopher Columbus, and no one minds it if she means the dog," answered Tommy, in the tone of a showman displacing his menagerie. " The white j^up is Rob's, and the yellow one is Teddy's. A man was going to drown them in our pond and Pa Bhaer wouldn't let him. They do well enough for the little chaps, I don't think much of 'em myself. Their names are Castor and Pollux." "I'd like Toby the donkey best, if I could have any thing, it 's so nice to ride, and he 's so little and good," said Nat, remembering the weary tramps he had taken on his own tired feet. 36 LITTLE MEN. "Mr. Laurie sent him out to Mrs. Bhaer, so she shouldn't carry Teddy on her back when we go to walk. We're all "fond of Toby, and he's a first-rate donkey, sm Those pigeons belong to the whole lot of us, we each have our pet one, and go shares in all the little ones as they come along. Squabs are great fun ; there ain't any now, but you can go up and take a look at the old fellows, while I see if Cockletop and Granny have laid any eggs." Nat climbed up a ladder, put his head through a trap door and took a long look at the pretty doves billing and cooing in their spacious loft. Some on their nests, some bustling in and out, and some sitting at their doors, while many went flying from the sunny house- top to the straw-strewn farmyard, where six sleek cows were placidly ruminating. "Everybody has got something but me. I wish I had a dove, or a hen, or even a turtle, all my own," thought Nat, feeling very poor as he saw the interest- ing treasures of the other boys. "How do you get these things?" he asked, when he joined Tommy in the barn. " We find 'em, or buy 'em, or folks give 'em to us. My father sends me mine ; but as soon as I get egg money enough, I 'm going to buy a pair of ducks. There 's a nice little j)ond for 'em behind the bam, and people pay well for duck-eggs, and the little duckies are pretty, and it's fun to see 'em swim," said Tommy, with the air of a millionnaire. Nat sighed, for he had neither father nor money, nothing in the wide world but an old empty pocket- book, and the skill that lay in his ten finger tips. SUNDAY, 37 Toniniy seemed to understand the question and the sio'h Avhich followed his answer, for after a moment of deep thought, he suddenly broke out — " Look here, I '11 tell you what I '11 do. If you will hunt eggs for me, I hate it, I '11 give you one Qgg out of every dozen. You keep account, and when you've had twelve, Mother Bhaer Avill give you twenty-five cents for 'em, and then you can buy what you like, don't you see?" " I '11 do it ! What a kind feller you are. Tommy ! " cried Nat, quite dazzled by this brilliant offer. " Pooh ! that is not any tiling. You begin now and rummage the barn, and I '11 Avait here for you. Granny is cackling, so you 're sure to find one somewhere," and Tommy threw himself down on the hay Avith a luxu- rious sense of having made a good bargain, and done a fi-iendly thing. Nat jo}"fully began his search, and went rustling from loft to loft till he found tAvo fine eggs, one hidden under a beam, and the other in an old peck measure, which Mrs. Cockletop had ai^joropriated. "You may haA^e one and I'll haA^e the other, that will just make up my last dozen, and to-morrow we '11 start fresh. Here, you chalk your accounts up near mine, and then we'll be all straight," said Tommy, shoAving a row of mysterious figures on the smooth side of an old AA^nnoAving machine. With a delightful sense of importance, the proud possessor of one ego, oj^ened his account with his friend, who laughingly wrote above the figures these imposing words, «T. Bangs & Co." 38 LITTLE MEN. Poor Nat found them so fascinating that he was with difficulty persuaded to go and deposit his first piece of portable property in Asia's store-room. Then they went on again, and having made the acquaintance of the two horses, six cows, three pigs, and one Alder- ney "Bossy," as calves are called in New England, Tommy took Nat to a certain old willow-tree that overhung a noisy little brook. From the fence it was an easy scramble into a wide niche between the three big branches, which had been cut off to send out from year to year a crowd of slender twigs, till a green can- opy rustled overhead. Here little seats had been fixed, and in a hollow place a closet made big enough to hold a book or two, a dismantled boat, and several half- finished whistles. " This is Demi's and my private place ; we made it, and nobody can come up unless we let 'em, excej^t Daisy, we don't mind her," said Tommy, as Nat looked with delight from the babbling brown water below to the green arch above, where bees were making a musi- cal murmur as they feasted on the long yellow blos- soms that filled the air with sweetness. " Oh, it 's just beautiful ! " cried Nat. " I do hope you '11 let me up sometimes. I never saw such a nice place in all my life. I 'd Hke to be a bird, and live here always." "It is pretty nice. You can come if Demi don't mind, and I guess he won't, because he said last night that he liked you." " Did he ? " and Nat smiled with pleasure, for Demi's regard seemed to be valued by all the boys, partly because he was Father Bhaer's nephew, and partly SUNDAY. 39 because he was such a sober, conscientious little fel- low. " Yes ; Demi likes quiet chaps, and I guess he and you will get on if you care about reading as he does." Poor Nat's flush of pleasure deej^ened to a painful scarlet at tliose last words, and he stammered out — " I can't read very well ; I never had any time ; I was always fiddling round, you know." "I don't love it myself, but I can do it well enough when I want to," said Tommy, after a surprised look, which said as plainly as words, " A boy twelve years old and can't read!" " I can read music, anyway," added Kat, rather rufiled at havino; to confess his ionorance. " I can't ; " and Tommy spoke in a respectful tone, which emboldened Nat to say firmly — " I mean to study real hard and learn every thing I can, for I never had a chance before. Does Mr. Bhaer give hard lessons ? " " No, he isn't a bit cross ; he sort of explains and gives you a boost over the hard places. Some fojks don't ; my other master didn't. If we missed a word, didn't we get raps on the head ! " and Tommy rubbed his ovnx pate as if it tingled yet with the liberal supply of raps, the memory of which was the only thing he brought away after a year with his " other master." " I think I could read this," said Nat, who had been examining the books. "Read a bit, then ; I'll help you," resumed Tommy, with a patronizing air. So Nat did his best, and floundered through a page with many friendly " boosts " from Tommy, who told 40 LITTLE MEN. him he would soon "go it " as well as anybody. Then they sat and talked boy-fashion about all sorts of things, among others, gardening ; for Nat, looking down from his perch, asked what was planted in the many little patches hing below them on the other side of the brook. "These are our farms," said Tommy. "We each have our own patch, and raise what we like in it, only we have to choose different things, and cant change till the crop is in, and we must keep it in order all summer." " What are you going to raise this year ? " " Wal, I cattle-ditQdi to hev beans, as they are about the easiest crop a-goin'." ISTat could not help laughing, for Tommy had pushed back his hat, put his hands in his pockets, and di-awled out his words in unconscious imitation of Silas, the man who managed the j)lace for Mr. Bhaer. " Come, you needn't laugh ; beans are ever so much easier than com or potatoes. I tried melons last year, but the bugs were a bother, and the old things wouldn't get rij)e before the frost, so I didn't have but one good water and two little 'mush mellions,'" said Tommy, relapsing into a " Silasism " with the last word. " Com looks pretty growing," said Nat, pohtely, to atone for his laugh. " Yes, but you have to hoe it over and over again. Now, six weeks' beans only have to be done once or so, and they get ripe soon. I 'm going to try 'em, for I spoke first. Stu:^" wanted 'em, but he 's got to take peas ; they only have to be picked, and he ought to do it, he eats such a lot." SUNDAY. 41 *' I wonder if I shall have a garden ? " said Nat, thinking that even corn hoeing must be pleasant work. " Of course you mil," said a voice from below, and there was Mr. Bhaer returned from his walk, and come to find them, for he managed to have a little talk with every one of the lads sometime during the day, and found that these chats gave them a good start for the coming week. Symi^athy is a sweet thing, and it worked wonders here, for each boy knew that Father Bhaer was in- terested in him, and some were readier to open their hearts to him than to a woman, especially the older ones, who liked to talk over their hopes and plans, man to man. When sick or in trouble they instinctively turned to Mrs. Jo, while the Uttle ones made her their mother-confessor on all occasions. In descending from their nest. Tommy fell into the brook ; being used to it he calmly j^icked himself out and retired to the house to be dried. This left Nat to Mr. Bhaer, which was just what he mshed, and, during the stroll they took among the garden j^lots, he won the lad's heart by giving him a little "farm," and discussing crops with him as gi-avely as if the food for the family depended on the harvest. From this pleasant topic they went to others, and Nat had many new and help- ftil thoughts put into a mind that received them as gi-atefully as the thirsty earth had received the warm spring rain. All supper time he brooded over them, often fixing his eyes on Mr. Bhaer with an inquiring look, that seemed to say, — "I like that, do it again, sir." I don't know whether the man understood the 42 LITTLE MEN. child's mute language or not, but when the boys were all gathered together in Mrs. Bhaer's parlor for the Sunday erening talk, he chose a subject which might have been suggested by the walk in the garden. As he looked about him Xat thought it seemed more like a great family than a school, for the lads were sit- ting in a wide half-circle round the fire, some on chau's, some on the rug, Daisy and Demi on the knees of uncle Fritz, and Rob snugly stowed away in the back of his mother's easy-chair, where he could nod unseen if the talk got beyond his depth. Every one looked quite comfortable, and listened attentively, for the long walk made rest agreeable, and as every boy there knew that he would be called upon for his views, he kept liis wits awake to be ready with an answer. " Once upon a time," began Mr. Bhaer in the dear old-fashioned way, "there was a great and wise gar- dener who had the largest garden ever seen. A won- dei-fid and lovely jDlace it was, and he watched over it with the greatest skill and care, and raised all manner of excellent and useful things. But weeds would grow even in this fine garden ; often the ground was bad and the good seeds sown in it would not spring up. He had many imder gardeners to help him. Some did their duty and earned the rich wages he gave them ; but others neglected their jDarts and let them run to waste, which disjDleased him much. But he was very patient, and for thousands and thousands of years he worked and waited for his gi-eat harvest." " He must have been jDretty old," said Demi, who was looking straight into imcle Fritz's face, as if to catch every word. SUNDAY, 43 "Hush, Demi, it's a fairy story," whispered Daisy. " No, I think it's a arrygory," said Demi. " What is a arrygory ? " called out Tommy, who was of an inquiring turn. "Tell him, Demi, if you can, and don't use words unless you are quite sure you know what they mean," said Mr. Bliaer. "I do know, grandpa told me ! A fable is a arry- gory ; it 's a story that means something. My ' Story without an end ' is one, because the child in it means a soul ; don't it, aunty ? " cried Demi, eager to prove himself right. " That 's it, dear ; and uncle's story is an allegory, I am quite sure; so Hsten and see what it means," re- turned Mrs. Jo, who always took part in whatever was going on, and enjoyed it as much as any boy among them. Demi composed himself, and Mr. Bhaer went on in his best English, for he had imjDroved much in the last five years, and said the boys did it. " This great gardener gave a dozen or so of little plots to one of his servants, and told him to do his best and see what he could raise. Now this servant was not rich, nor wise, nor very good, but he wanted to help because the gardener had been very kind to him in many ways. So he gladly took the little plots and fell to work. They were all sorts of shapes and sizes, and some were very good soil, some rather stony, and all of them needed much care, for in the rich soil the weeds grew fast, and in the poor soil there were many stones." " What was growing in them besides the weeds, and 44 LITTLE MEN. stones ? " asked Nat ; so interested, he forgot his shjniess and spoke before them all. " Flowers," said Mr. Bhaer, with a kind look. " Even the roughest, most neglected little bed had a bit of heart's-ease or a sprig of mignonette in it. One had ro- ses, sweet peas, and daisies in it," — here he pinched the j)lump cheek of the little girl leaning on his arm. " An- other had all sorts of curious plants in it, bright pebbles, a vine that wxnt climbing up like Jack's bean-stalk, and many good seeds just beginning to sprout; for, you see, this bed had been taken fine care of by a wise old man, who had worked in gardens of this sort all his life." At this part of the " arrygory," Demi jDut his head on one side hke an inquisitive bird, and fixed his bright eye on his uncle's face, as if he suspected something and was on the watch. But Mr. Bhaer looked perfectly in- nocent, and went on glancing from one young face to another, with a grave, wistful look, that said much to his wife, who knew how earnestly he desired to do his duty in these little garden plots. " As I tell you, some of these beds were easy to cul- tivate, — ^ that means to take care of, Daisy, — and others were very hard. There was one particularly sunshiny little bed, that might have been full of fruits and vege- tables as well as flowers, only it wouldn't take any pains, and when the man sowed, well, we '11 say melons in this bed, they canie to nothing, because the little bed neg- lected them. The man was sorry, and kept on trying, though every time the crojD failed, all the bed said, was, 'I forgot.'" Here a general laugh broke out. and every one looked SUNDAY. 45 at Tommy, who had pricked up his ears at the word " melons," and hung down his head at the sound of his favorite excuse. " I knew he meant us ! " cried Demi, cla])ping his hands. " You are the man, and we are the little gar- dens ; aren't we. Uncle Fritz ? " " You have guessed it. Now each of you tell me what crop I shall try to sow in you this spring, so that next autumn I may get a good harvest out of my twelve, no, thirteen, plots," said Mr. Bhaer, nodding at Nat as he corrected himself. "You can't sow corn and beans and peas in us. Unless you mean we are to eat a great many and get flit," said Stuffy, with a sudden brightening of his round, dull face as the pleasing idea occurred to him. "He don't mean that kind of seeds. He means things to make us good ; and the weeds are faults," cried Demi, who usually took the lead in these talks, because he was used to this sort of thing, and liked it very much. " Yes, each of you think what you need most, and tell me, and I will helj^ you to grow it ; only, you must do your best, or you will turn out like Tommy's melons — all leaves and no fruit. I will begin with the oldest, and ask the mother what she will have in her plot, for we are all parts of the beautiful garden, and may have rich harvests for our Master if we love Him enough," said Father Bhaer. " I shall devote the whole of my plot to the largest crop of patience I can get, for that is what I need most," said Mrs. Jo, so soberly that the lads fell to thinking in good earnest what they should say when their turns 46 LITTLE MEN. came, and some among them felt a tN^ingc of remorse, that they had helped to use up Mother Bhaer's stock of patience so fast. Franz wanted perseverance. Tommy steadmess, Ned went in for good temjDer, Daisy for industry, Demi for " as much wiseness as grandpa," and Xat timidly said he wanted so many things he would let Mr. Bhaer choose for him. The others chose much the same things, and patience, good temper, and generosity seemed the favorite crops. One boy wished to like to get up early, but did not know what name to give that sort of seed ; and poor Stufiy sighed out — " I wish I loved my lessons as much as I do my din- ner, but I can't." " We will plant self-denial, and hoe it and water it, and make it grow so well that next Christmas no one will get ill by eating too much dinner. If you exercise your mind, George, it will get hungry just as your body does, and you will love books almost as much as my philosopher here," said Mr. Bhaer; adding, as he stroked the hair off Demi's fine forehead, "Tou are greedy also, my son, and you like to stuff your little mind fiill of fairy tales and fancies, as well as George likes to fill his httle stomach with cake and candy. Both are bad, and I want you to try something better. Arithmetic is not half so pleasant as ' Arabian Xights,' I know, but it is a very useful thing, and now is the time to learn it, else you will be ashamed and sorry by and by." " But, ' Harry and Lucy,' and ' Frank,' are not fairy books, and they are all fiiU of barometers, and bricks, and shoeing horses, and useful things, and I 'm fond of SUNDAY. 47 thcni ; ain't I, Daisy ? " said Demi, anxious to defend himself. " So they are ; but I find you reading ' Roland and JVIaybird ' a great deal oftener than ' Harry and Lucy,' and I think you are not half as fond of ' Frank ' as you are of ' Sinbad.' Come, I shall make a little bargain with you both, — George shall eat but three times a day, and you shall read but one story book a week, and I will give you the new cricket-ground ; only, you must promise to play in it," said Uncle Fritz in his persuasive way, for Stuify hated to run about, and Demi was always reading in play hours. " But we don't like cricket," said Demi. " Perhaps not noio, but you will when you know it. Besides, you do like to be generous, and the other boys want to play, and you can give them the new ground if you choose." This was taking them both on the right side, and they agreed to the bargain, to the great satisfaction of the rest. There was a little more talk about the gardens, and then they all sang together. The band delighted Nat, for Mrs. Bhaer played the piano, Franz the flute, Mr. Bhaer a bass viol, and he himself the violin. A A^ery simple little concert, but all seemed to enjoy it, and old Asia, sitting in the corner, joined at times with the sweetest voice of any, for in this family, master and servant, old and young, black and white, shared in the Sunday song, which went up to the Father of them all. After this they each shook hands AAdth Father Bhaer ; Mother Bhaer kissed them every one fi'om six- teen-year old Franz to little Rob, who kept the tip of 48 - LITTLE MEN. her nose for his own particular kisses, and then they trooped ujd to bed. The hght of the shaded lamp that burned in the nursery shone softly on a picture hanging at the foot of Nat's bed. There were several others on the walls, but the boy thought there must be something pecu- liar about this one, for it had a graceful frame of moss and cones about it, and on a little bracket under- neath stood a vase of wild flowers freshly gathered from the spring woods. It was the most beautiful picture of them all, and Nat lay looking at it dimly feeling what it meant, and wishing he knew all about it. " That 's my picture," said a little voice in the room. Nat poj^i^ed up his head, and there was Demi in his night-gown pausing on his way back from Aunt Jo's chamber, whither he had gone to get a cot for a cut finger. " What is he doing to the children ? " asked Nat. " That is Christ, the Good Man, and He is blessing the children. Don't you know about Him? " said Demi, wondering. " Not much, but I 'd like to. He looks so kind," answered Nat, whose chief knowledge of the Good Man consisted in hearing His name taken in vain. " I know all about it, and I like it very much, because it is true," said Demi. " Who told you ? " "My Grandpa, he knows every thing., and tells the best stories in the world. I used to play with his big books, and make bridges, and railroads, and houses, when I was a httle boy," began Demi. " How old are you now ? " asked Nat, respectfully. SUNDAY, 49 « 'Most ten." " You know a lot of things, don't you ? " " Yes ; you see my head is pretty big, and Grandpa says it will take a good deal to fill it, so I keep putting- pieces of wisdom into it as fast as I can," returned Demi, in his quaint way. Nat laughed, and then said soberly — « Tell on, please." And Demi gladly told on without pause or punctua- tion. " I found a very pretty book one day and wanted to play with it, but Grandpa said I mustn't, and showed me the pictures, and told me about them, and I liked the stories very much, all about Joseph and his bad brothers, and the frogs that came up out of the sea, and dear little Moses in the water, and ever so many more lovely ones, but I hked about the Good Man best of all, and Grandpa told it to me so many times that I learned it by heart, and he gave me this picture so I shouldn't forget, and it was i)ut up here once when I was sick, and I left it for other sick boys to see." " What makes Him bless the children ? " asked Nat, who found something very attractive in the chief figure of the group. " Because He loved them." " Were they poor children ? " asked Nat, wistfully. " Yes, I think so ; you see some haven't got hardly any clothes on, and the mothers don't look like rich ladies. He liked poor people, and was very good to them. He made them well, and helped them, and told rich people they must not be cross to them, and they loved Him dearly, dearly," cried Demi with enthu- siasm. 4 50 LITTLE MEN. "Was He rich?" " Oh no ! He was born in a barn, and was so poor He hadn't any house to hve in when He grew up, and nothing to eat sometimes, but what people gave Him, and He went round preaching to everybody, and try- ing to make them good, till the bad men killed Him." " What for ? " and Nat sat up in his bed to look and hsten, so interested was he in this man who cared for the jDoor so much. " I '11 tell you all about it ; Aunt Jo won't mind ; " and Demi settled himself on the opposite bed, glad to tell his favorite story to so good a Ustener. Nursey peej)ed in to see if Nat was asleep, but when she saw what was going on, she slipped away again, and went to Mrs. Bhaer, saying with her kind face full of motherly emotion — " Will the dear lady come and see a pretty sight ? It' s Nat listening with all his heart to Demi telling the story of the Christ-child, hke a little wh'te angel as he is." Mrs. Bhaer had meant to go and talk with Nat a moment before he slept, for she had found that a serious word spoken at this time often did much good. But when she stole to the nursery door, and saw Nat eager- ly drinking in the words of his httle friend, while Demi told the sweet and solemn story as it had been taught him, sjDeaking softly as he sat with his beautiful eyes fixed on the tender face above them, her own filled with tears, and she went silently away, thinking to her- self — " Demi is unconsciously helping the poor boy better than I can ; I will not spoil it by a single word." SUNDAY. 51 The murmur of the childish voice went on for a long time, as one innocent heart preached that great sermon to another, and no one hushed it. When it ceased at last, and Mrs. Bhaer went to take away the lamp, Demi was gone and Nat fast asleep, lying with his face to- ward the j^icture, as if he had already learned to love the Good Man who loved little children, and was a faithful friend to the poor. The boy's face was very l^lacid, and as she looked at it she felt that if a single day of care and kindness had done so much, a year of patient cultivation would surely bring a grateful harvest from this neglected garden, which was already sown with the best of all seed by the little missionary in the night-gown. w CHAPTER lY. STEPPING-STOXES. HEX Xat went into school on Monday morning, lie quaked inwardly, for now he thought he should have to display his ignorance betbre them alL But ]Mr. Bhaer gave him a seat in the deep window, where he could turn his back on the others, and Franz heard him say his lessons there, so no one could hear his blunders or see how he blotted his copy-book. He was truly grateful for this, and toiled away so dihgently that Mr. Bhaer said, smiling, when he saw his hot face and inky jEingers — " Don't work so hard, my boy ; you will tire yourself out, and there is time enough." " But I must work hard, or I can't catch up with the others. They know heaps, and I don't know any thing," said Xat, who had been reduced to a state of despair by hearing the boys recite their grammar, history, and geography with what he thought amazing ease and accuracy. " You know a good many things which they don't," said Mr. Bhaer, sitting down beside him, while Franz led a class of small students through the intricacies of the multiplication table. STEPPING-STONES. 53 " Do I ? " and Nat looked utterly incredulous. " Yes ; for one thing, you can keep your temper, and Jack, who is quick at numbers, cannot ; that is an excel- lent lesson, and I think you have learned it well. Then, you can play the violin, and not one of the lads can, though they want to do it very much. But, best of all, Nat, you really care to learn something, and that is half the battle. It seems hard at first, and you will feel dis- couraged, but plod away, and things vrill get easier and easier as you go on." Nat's face had brightened more and more as he listened, for, small as the Hst of his learning was, it cheered him immensely to feel that he had any thing to fall back upon. " Yes, I can keep my temper — father's beating taught me that; and I can fiddle, though I don't know where the Bay of Biscay is," he thought, with a sense of comfort impossible to express. Then he said aloud, and so earnestly that Demi heard him — " I do want to learn, and I will try. I never Avent to school, but I couldn't help it ; and if the fellows don't laugh at me, I guess I'll get on first rate — you and the lady are so good to me." " They shan't laugh at you ; if they do, I '11 — I '11 — tell them not to," cried Demi, quite forgetting where he was. The class stopped in the middle of 7 times 9, and every one looked up to see what was going on. Thinking that a lesson in learning to help one another was better than arithmetic just then, Mr. Bhaer told them about Nat, making such an interesting and touch- ing little stoiy out of it that the good-hearted lads all promised to lend him a hand, and felt quite honored to 54 LITTLE MEN. be called upon to impart their stores of wisdom to the chap who fiddled so capitally. This appeal estab- lished the right feeling among them, and Nat had few hindrances to struggle against, for every one was glad to give him a " boost " up the ladder of learning. Till he was stronger, much study was not good for him, however, and Mrs. Jo found various amusements in the house for him while others were at their books. But his garden was his best medicine, and he worked away like a beaver, preparing his little farm, sowing his beans, watching eagerly to see them grow, and rejoicing over each green leaf and slender stalk that shot up and flourished in the warm spring weather. Never was a garden more faithfully hoed ; Mr. Bhaer really feared that nothing would find time to grow, Nat kept up such a stirring of the soil; so he gave him easy jobs in the flower garden or among the strawberries, where he worked and hummed as busily as the bees booming all about him. " This is the crop I like best," Mrs. Bhaer used to say, as she pinched the once thin cheeks now getting plumjD and ruddy, or stroked the bent shoulders that were slowly straightening up with healthful work, good food, and the absence of that heavy burden, poverty. Demi was his little fliend. Tommy his patron, and Daisy the comforter of all his woes; for, though the children were younger than he, his timid spirit found a pleasure in their innocent society, and rather shrunk fi'om the rough sports of the elder lads. Mr. Laurence did not forget him, but sent clothes and books, music and kind messages, and now and then came out to see how his boy was getting on, or took him into town to a STEPPING-STONES. 55 concert ; on which occasions Nat felt himself translated into the seventh heaven of bliss, for he went to Mr. Laurence's great house, saw his pretty wife and little fairy of a daughter, had a good dinner, and was made so comfortable, that he talked and dreamed of it for days and nights afterward. It takes so little to make a child happy, that it is a pity in a world full of sunsliine and pleasant things, that there should be any wistful faces, empty hands, or lonely little hearts. Feeling this, the Bhaers gathered up all the crumbs they could find to feed their flock of hungry sparrows, for they were not rich, except in charity. Many of Mrs. Jo's friends who had nurseries sent her the toys of which their children so soon tired, and in mending these Nat found an employment that just suited him. He was very neat and skilful with those slender fingers of his, and passed many a rainy afternoon with his gum-bottle, paint-box, and knife, repairing furniture, animals, and games, while Daisy was dressmaker to the dilapidated dolls. As fast as the toys were mended, they were put carefully away in a certain drawer which was to furnish forth a Christmas- tree for all the poor children of the neighborhood, that being the way the Plumfield boys celebrated the birth- day of Him who loved the poor and blessed the little ones. Demi was never tired of reading and explaining his fiivorite books, and many a pleasant hour did they spend in the old willow, revelling over "Robinson Crusoe," « Arabian Nights," " Edgeworth's Tales," and the other dear immortal stories that will delioht chil- dren for centuries to come. This opened a new world 66 LITTLE MEN. to Nat, and his eagerness to see what came next in tlie story helped him on till he could read as well as any- body, and felt so rich and proud with his new accom- plislnnent, that there was danger of his being as much of a bookworm as Demi. Another helpful tiling happened in a most unexpected and agreeable manner. Several of the boys were " in business," as they called it, for most of them were poor, and knowing that they would have then* own way to make by and by, the Bhaers encouraged any efforts at independence. Tommy sold his eggs ; Jack speculated in hve stock ; Franz helloed in the teaching, and was paid for it ; Xed had a taste for carjDentry, and a turn- ing-lathe was set u]) for him in which he turned all sorts of useful or j^retty things, and sold them ; while Demi constructed water-mills, whirligigs, and unknoAvn ma- chines of an intricate and useless nature, and disposed of them to the boys. " Let him be a mechanic if he likes," said Mr. Bliaer. " Give a boy a trade, and he is independent. Work is wholesome, and whatever talent these lads possess, be it for i^oetry or ploughing, it shall be cultivated and made useful to them if possible." So when Xat came riuinmg to Inm one day to ask with an excited face — " Can I go and fiddle for some people who are to have a pic-nic m om* woods ? Tliey will pay me, and I'd like to earn some money as the other boys do, and fiddling is the only way I know how to do it," — Mr. Bhaer answered readily- — "Go, and welcome. It is an easy and a pleasant way to work, and I am glad it is offered you." STEPPING-STONES. 57 Nat went, and did so well, that when he came home he had two dollars in his pocket, which he displayed with intense satisfaction, as he told how much he had enjoyed the afternoon, how kind the young people were, and how they had praised his dance-music, and promised to have him again. " It is so much nicer than fiddling in the street, for then I got none of the money, and now I have it all, and a good time besides. I 'm in business now as well as Tommy and Jack, and I like it ever so much," said Nat, proudly patting the old pocket-book, and feeling like a millionnaire already. He was in business truly, for pic-nics were plenty as summer opened, and Nat's skill was in great demand. He was always at liberty to go if lessons were not neg- lected, and if the pic-nics were respectable young peo- ple. For Mr. Bhaer explained to him that a good plain education is necessary for every one, and that no amount of money should hire him to go where he might be tempted to do wrong. Nat quite agreed to this, and it was a pleasant sight to see the innocent- hearted lad go driving away in the gay wagons that stopped at the gate for him, or to hear him come fid- dling home tired but happy, with his well-earned money in one pocket, and some "goodies" from the feast for Daisy or little Ted, whom he never forgot. " I 'm going to save up till I get enough to buy a violin for myself, and then I can earn my own living, can't I ? " he used to say, as he brought his dollars to Mr. Bhaer to keep. " I hope so, Nat ; but we must get you strong and hearty first, and put a little more knowledge into this 58 LITTLE MEN. musical head of yours. Then Mr. Laurie will find you a place somewhere, and in a few years we will all come to hear you play in public." With much congenial work, encouragement, and hope, N^at found life getting easier and hapj)ier every day, and made such progress in his music lessons, that his teacher forgave his slowness in some other things, knowing very well that where the heart is the mind works best. The only punishment the boy ever needed for neglect of more important lessons was to hang up the fiddle and the bow for a day. The fear of losing his bosom friend entirely made him go at his books with a will ; and having proved that he could master the lessons, what was the use of saying " I can't " ? Daisy had a great love of music, and a great rever- ence for any one who could make it, and she was often found sitting on the stairs outside Nat's door while he was practising. This pleased him very much, and he played his best for that one quiet little listener ; for she never would come in, but j^referred to sit sewing lier gay patchwork, or tending one of her many dolls, with an expression of dreamy pleasure on her face that made Aunt Jo say, with tears in her eyes, — " So like my Beth^" and go softly by, lest even her familiar presence mar the child's sweet satisfaction. ISTat was very fond of Mrs. Bhaer, but found some- thing even more attractive in the good professor, who took fatherly care of the shy feeble boy, who had barely escaped with his life from the rough sea on which his little boat had been tossing rudderless for twelve years. Some good angel must have watched over him, for, though his body had suffered, his soul STEPPINO-S TONES. 59 seemed to have taken little harm, and came ashore as innocent as a shipwrecked baby. Perhaps his love of music kept it sweet in spite of the discord all about him ; Mr. Laurie said so, and he ought to know. How- ever that might be. Father Bhaer took real j^leasure in fostering poor Nat's virtues, and in curing liis faults, finding his new pupil as docile and affectionate as a girl. He often called Nat his " daughter " when sj^eak- ing of him to Mrs. Joe, and she used to laugh at his fancy, for Madame liked manly boys, and thought Nat amiable but weak, though you never would have guessed it, for she petted him as she did Daisy, and he thought her a very delightful woman. One fiult of Nat's gave the Bhaers much anxiety, although they saw how it had been strengthened by fear and ignorance. I regret to say that Nat some- times told lies. Not very black ones, seldom getting deeper than gray, and often the mildest of white fibs; but that did not matter, a lie is a lie, and though we all tell many polite untruths in this queer world of ours, it is not right, and everybody knows it. " You cannot be too careful ; watch your tongue, and eyes, and hands, for it is easy to tell, and look, and act untruth," said Mr. Bhaer, in one of the talks he had witli Nat about his chief temptation. " I know it, and I don't mean to, but it 's so much easier to get along if you ain't very fussy about being exactly true. I used to tell 'em because I was afraid of fither and Nicolo, and now I do sometimes because the boys laugh at me. I know it 's bad, but I forget," and Nat looked much depressed by his sins. " When I Wits a little lad I used to tell lies ! Ach ! 60 LITTLE MEN, what fibs they were, and my old grandmother cured me of it — how, do you think ? My parents had talked, and cried, and punished, but still did I forget as you. Then said the dear old grandmother, 'I shall help you to remember, and j^ut a check on this unruly part,' with that she drew out my tongue and snipped the end with her scissors till the blood ran. That was temble, you may believe, but it did me much good, because it was sore for days, and every word I said came so slowly that I had time to think. After that I was more care- ful, and got on better, for I feared the big scissors. Yet the dear grandmother was most kind to me in all things, and when she lay djing far away in Xm-embuig, she prayed that little Fritz might love God and tell the truth." " I never had any grandmothers, but if you think it will cure me, I '11 let you snip my tongue," said Xat heroically, for he dreaded pain, yet did wish to stop fibbing. Mr. Bhaer smiled, but shook his head. " I have a better way than that, I tried it once before and it worked well. See now, when you tell a lie I will not punish you, but you shall punish me." " How ? " asked Xat, startled at the idea. " Tou shall ferule me in the good old-fashioned way ; I seldom do it myself, but it may make you remember better to give me pain than to feel it youi-self." " Strike you ? Oh, I couldn't ! " cried Xat. " Then mind that trij^ping tongue of thine. I have no wish to be hurt, but I would gladly bear such pain to cure this fault." This suggestion made such an impression on Xat, STEPPING-STONES. 61 that for a long time he set a watch upon his lips, and was desperately accurate, for Mr. Bhaer judged rightly, that love of him would be more powerful with Nat than fear for himself But alas ! one sad day Nat was oil' his 2:uard, and when peppery Emil threatened to thrash him, if it was he who had run over his garden and broken down his best hills of corn, Nat declared he didn't, and then was ashamed to own up that he did do it, when Jack was chasing him the night before. He thought no one would find it out, but Tommy happened to see him, and when Emil sj^oke of it a day or two later. Tommy gave his evidence, and Mr. Bhaer heard it. School was over, and they were all standing about in the hall, and Mr. Bhaer had just sat down on the straw settee, to enjoy his frolic Avith Teddy; but w^hen he heard Tommy, and saw Nat turn scarlet, and look at him with a frightened face, he put the little boy down, saying, " Go to thy mother, biibchen, I will come soon," and taking Nat by the hand led him into the school, and shut the door. The boys looked at one another in silence for a minute, then Tommy slipj^ed out and peeping in at the half-closed blinds, beheld a sight that quite bewildered him. Mr Bhaer had just taken down the long rule that hung over his desk, so seldom used that it was covered with dust. " My eye ! he 's going to come down heavy on Nat this time. Wish I hadn't told," thought good-natured Tommy, for to be feruled was the deej^est disgrace at this school. " You remember what I told you last time ? " said Mr. Bhaer, sorrowfully, not angrily. 62 LITTLE MEX. " Tes ; but please don't make me, I can't bear it," cried Xat, backing np against the door Tvith both hands behind him, and a face fall of distress. " Why don't he nj) and take it like a man ? I would," thought Tommy, though his heart beat fast at the sight. " I shall keep mv word, and you must remember to tell the truth. Obey me, Xat, take this and give me six good strokes." Tommy was so staggered by this last speech that he nearly tumbled down the bank, but saved himself, and hung on to the window ledge, staring in with eyes as round as the stuffed owl's on the chimney-piece. Xat took the rule, for when jSIr. Bhaer spoke in that tone every one obeyed him, and, looking as scared and oTiiltv as if about to stab his master, he erave two feeble blows on the broad hand held out to him. Then he stopped and looked up half-blind \nX\\ tears, but Mr. Bhaer said steadily, — " Go on, and strike harder." As if seeing that it must be done, and eager to have the hard task soon over, Xat di'ew his sleeve across his eyes and gave two more quick hard strokes that red- dened the hand, yet hm-t the giver more. " Isn't that enough ? " he asked in a breathless sort of tone. " Two more," was all the answer, and he gave them, hardlv seeing where they fell, then threw the rule all across the room, and hugging the kind hand in both his own, laid his face down on it sobbing out in a passion of love, and shame, and penitence — "I wiU remember I Ohl I wUl!" STEPFING-STONES. 63 Tlien Mr. Bhaer put an arm about liim, and said in a tone as compassionate as it had just now been firm — " I think you will. Ask the dear God to helj) you, and try to spare us both another scene like this." Tommy saw no more, for he crept back to the hall, looking so excited and sober that the boys crowded round him to ask what was being done to Nat. In a most impressive whisper Tommy told them, and they looked as if the sky was about to fall, for this reversing the order of things almost took then- breath away. " He made me do the same thing once," said Emil, as if confessing a crime of the deepest dye. "And you hit him?, dear old Father Bhaer? By thunder, I 'd just like to see you do it now ! " said Ned, collaring Emil in a fit of righteous wrath. " It was ever so long ago. I 'd rather have my head cut off than do it now," and Emil mildly laid Ned on his back instead of cufiing him, as he would have felt it his duty to do on any less solemn occasion. " How could you ? " said Demi, aj^palled at the idea. "I was hopping mad at the time, and thought I shouldn't mind a bit, rather hke it perhaps. But when I 'd hit Uncle one good crack, every thing he had ever done for me came into my head all at once somehow, and I couldn't go on. No, sir ! if he 'd laid me down and Avalked on me, I wouldn't have minded, I felt so mean ; " and Emil gave himself a good thumj) in the chest to express his sense of remorse for the past. " Nat 's crying like any thing, and feels no end sorry, so don't let 's say a Avord about it ; wall we ? " said tender-hearted Tommy. 64 LITTLE MEN. " Of course we won't, but it 's awful to tell lies," and Deini looked as if he found the awfulness much in- creased when the punishment fell not upon the sinner, but his best Uncle Fritz. " Suppose we all clear out, so Nat can cut up-stairs if he wants to," proposed Franz, and led the way to the barn, their refuge in troublous times. Nat did not come to dinner, but Mrs. Jo took some ujD to him, and said a tender word, which did him good, though he could not look at her. By and by the lads playing outside heard the violin, and said among them- selves : " He 's all right now." He was all right, but felt shy about going down, till, opening his door to slip away into the woods, he found Daisy sitting on the stairs with neither work nor doll, only her little hand- kerchief in her hand, as if she had been mourning for her captive friend. " I 'm going to walk ; want to come ? " asked Nat, trying to look as if nothing was the matter, yet feeling- very grateful for her silent sympathy, because he fancied every one must look upon him as a wretch. " Oh yes ! " and Daisy ran for her hat, proud to be chosen as a companion by one of the big boys. The others saw them go, but no one followed, for boys have a great deal more delicacy than they get credit for, and the lads instinctively felt that, when in disgrace, gentle little Daisy was their most congenial friend. The walk did Nat good, and he came home quieter than usual, but looking cheerfiil again, and hung all o^•er with daisy-chains, made by his little playmate while he lay on the grass and told her stories. STEPPING-STONES. 65 No one said a word about the scene of the morning, but its eifect was all the more lasting for that reason, perhaps. Nat tried his very best, and found much help, not only from the earnest little prayers he prayed to his Friend in heaven, but also in the patient care of the earthly friend, whose kind hand he never touched with- out remembering that it had willingly borne pain for his sake. CHAPTER V. FATTY PANS. « T T 7HAT 'S tlie matter, Daisy ? " V V « The boys won't let me play with them." "Why not?" " They say girls can't play foot-ball." " They can, for I 've done it ! " and Mrs. Bhaer laughed at the remembrance of certain youthfiil frolics. " I know I can play ; Demi and I used to, and have nice times, but he won't let me now because the other boys laugh at him," and Daisy looked deeply giieved at her brother's hardness of heart. " On the whole, I think he is right, deary. It 's all very well when you two are alone, but it is too rough a game for you with a dozen boys ; so I 'd find some nice little play for myself." " I 'm tired of playing alone ! " and Daisy's tone was very mournful. " I '11 play with you by and by, but just now I must fly about and get things ready for a trip into town. You shall go with me and see mamma, and if you like you can stay with her." " I should like to go and see her and baby Josy, but I 'd rather come back please. Demi would miss me, and I love to be here, Aunty." FATTY PANS. 67 " You can't get on without your Demi, can you ? " and Aunt Jo looked as if she quite understood the love of the little girl for her only brother. " 'Course I can't ; we 're twins, and so we love each other more than other people," answered Daisy, with a brightening face, for she considered being a twin one of the hiofhest honors she could ever receive. " Now, what will you do with your little self while I iiy round ? " asked Mrs. Bhaer, who was whisking piles of linen into a wardrobe with great rapidity. " I don't know, I 'm tired of dolls and things ; I wish you 'd make up a new play for me. Aunty Jo," said Daisy, swinging listlessly on the door. " I shall have to think of a bran new one, and it mil take me some time ; so suppose you go do^m and see what Asia has got for your lunch," suggested Mrs. Bliaer, thinking that would be a good way in which to dispose of the little hindrance for a time. " Yes, I think I 'd like that, if she isn't cross," and Daisy slowly departed to the kitchen, where Asia, the black cook, reigned undisturbed. In five minutes Daisy was back again, with a wide- aAvake fiice, a bit of dough in her hand and a dab of flour on her little nose. " O Aunty ! please could I go and make gingersnaps and things ? Asia isn't cross, and she says I may, and it would be such fun, please do," cried Daisy, all in one breath. "Just the thing, go andwelcome, make what you like, and stay as long as you please," ansAvered Mrs. Bhaer, much relieved, for sometimes the one little girl was harder to amuse than the dozen boys. 68 LITTLE MEN. Daisy ran off, and while she worked, Aunt Jo racked lier brain for a new play. All of a sudden she seemed to have an idea, for she smiled to herself, slammed the doors of the wardrobe, and walked briskly away, say- ing, " I '11 do it, if it 's a possible thing ! " What it was no one found out that day, but Aunt Jo's eyes tmnkled so when she told Daisy she had thought of a new play, and was going to buy it, that Daisy was much excited and asked questions all the way into town, without getting answers that told her any thing. She was left at home to play with the new baby, and delight her mother's eyes, while Aunt Jo went off shopjDing. When she came back -with all sorts of queer parcels in corners of the carry-all, Daisy was so full of curiosity, that she wanted to go back to Plum- field at once. But her aunt would not be hun-ied, and made a long call in mamma's room, sitting on the floor with baby in her lap, making Mrs. Brooke laugh at the pranks of the boys, and all sorts of droll nonsense. How her aunt told the secret Daisy could not imagine, but her mother eyidently knew it, for she said, as she tied on the little bonnet and kissed the rosy little face inside, " Be a good child, my Daisy, and learn the nice new play Aunty has got for you. It's a most useiul and interesting one, and it is very kind of her to play it with you, because she does not like it very well her- self " This last speech made the two ladies laugh heartily, and increased Daisy's bewilderment. As they drove away something rattled in the back of the carriage. " What 's that ? " asked Daisy, pricking up her ears. " The new play," answered Mrs. Jo, solemnly. PATTY PANS. 69 " Wliat is it made of ? " cried Daisy. " Iron, tin, wood, brass, sugar, salt, coal, and a hun- dred other things." " How strange ! what color is it ? " " AH sorts of colors." " Is it large ? " " Part of it is, and a part isn't." " Did I ever see one ? " " Ever so many, but never one so nice as this." " Oh ! what can it be ? I can't wait. When shall I see it ? " and Daisy bounced up and down with impa- tience. " To-morrow morning, after lessons." " Is it for the boys too ? " " No, all for you and Bess. The boys will like to see it, and want to play one part of it. But you can do as you like about letting them." " I '11 let Demi, if he wants to." "No fear that they won't all want to, esjDeciaUy Stuffy," and Mrs. Bhaer's eyes twinkled more than ever, as she patted a queer knobby bundle in her lap. " Let me feel just once," prayed Daisy. " Not a feel ; you 'd guess in a minute and sj)oil the fun." Daisy gi'oaned and then smiled all over her face, for through a little hole in the paper she caught a glimpse of something bright. "How can I wait so long? Couldn't I see it to- day?" " Oh dear, no ! it has got to be arranged, and ever so many parts fixed in their places. I promised Uncle Teddy that you shouldn't see it till it was all in aj^ple- pie order." 70 LITTLE MEN. " If Uncle knows about it then it must be splendid ! " cried Daisy, clapping her hands ; for this kind, rich, jolly uncle of hers was as good as a fairy god-mother to the children, and was always planning merry sur- prises, pretty gifts, and droll amusements for them. " Yes ; Teddy went and bought it with me, and we had such fun in the shop choosing the different parts. He would have every thing fine and large, and my little plan got regularly splendid when he took hold. You must give him your very best kiss when he comes, for he is the kindest uncle that ever went and bought a charming httle coo Bless me ! I nearly told you what it was ! " and Mrs. Bhaer cut that most interesting word short off in the middle, and began to look over her bills as if afraid she would let the cat out of the bag if she talked any more. Daisy folded her hands with an air of resignation, and sat quite still trying to think what play had a " coo " in it. When they got home she eyed every bundle that was taken out, and one large heavy one, which Franz took straight up-stairs and hid in the nursery, filled her with amazement and curiosity. Something very mysterious went on up there that afternoon, for Franz was ham- mering, and Asia trotting up and down, and Aunt Jo flying around like a mll-o'-the-wisp, with all sorts of things under her apron, while Httle Ted, who was the only child admitted, because he couldn't talk plain, babbled and laughed, and tried to tell what the " sum- pin pitty " was. All this made Daisy half wild, and her excitement spread among the boys, who quite overwhelmed Mother Bhaer with offers of assistance, which she declined by quoting their own words to Daisy — PATTY PANS. ^ 71 " Girls can't play with boys. This is for Daisy, and Bess, and me, so we don't want you." Whereupon the young gentlemen meekly retired, and invited Daisy to a game of marbles, horse, foot-ball, any thing she liked, with a sudden warmth and politeness which astonished her innocent little soul. Thanks to these attentions, she got through the after- noon, went early to bed, and next morning did her lessons with an energy which made Uncle Fritz wish that a new game could be invented every day. Quite a thrill pervaded the school-room when Daisy was dis- missed at eleven o'clock, for every one knew that now she was going to have the new and mysterious play. Many eyes followed her as she ran away, and Demi's mind was so distracted by this event that when Franz asked him where the desert of Sahara was, he mourn- fully rej)lied, " In the nursery," and the whole school laughed at him. "Aunt Jo, I've done all my lessons, and I can't wait one single minute more ! " cried Daisy, flying into Mrs. Bhaer's room. " It 's all ready, come on ; " and tucking Ted under one arm, and her work-basket under the other, Aunt Jo promptly led the way up-stairs. " I don't see any thing," said Daisy, staring about her as she got inside the nursery door. " Do you hear any thing ? " asked Aunt Jo, catching Ted back by his little frock as he was making straight for one side of the room. Daisy did hear an odd crackling, and then a purry little sound as of a kettle singing. These noises came from behind a curtain drawn before a deep bay win- 72 LITTLE MEN. dow. Daisy snatched it back, gaye one joyftil " Oh ! " and then stood gazing with delight at — what do you think? A wide seat ran ronnd the three sides of the win- dow ; on one side hung and stood all sorts of little pots and pans, gridirons, and skillets ; on the other side a small dinner and tea set, and on the middle part a cooking-stove. Not a tin one, that was of no use, but a real iron stove, big enough to cook for a large family of very himgry dolls. But the best of it was that a real fire burned in it, real steam came out of the nose of the little tea-kettle, and the lid of the little boiler actually danced a jig, the water inside bubbled so hard. A pane of glass had been taken out and replaced by a sheet of tin, with a hole for the small fiinnel, and real smoke went sailing away outside so naturally, that it did one's heart good to see it. The box of wood with a hod of charcoal stood near by ; just above hung dust- pan, brush and broom ; a little market basket was on the low table at which Daisy used to play, and over the back of her little chair hung a white apron with a bib, and a droll mob cap. The sun shone in as if he enjoyed the fim, the little stove roared beautifully, the kettle steamed, the new tins sparkled on the walls, the pretty china stood in tempting rows, and it was altogether as cheery and complete a kitchen as any child could desire. Daisy stood quite stiU after the first glad " Oh ! " but her eyes went quickly from one charming object to an- other, brightening as they looked, till they came to Aunt Jo's merry face; there they stopped as the happy little girl hugged her, saying gratefully — "O Aunty, it's a splendid new play! can I really PATTY PANS. 73 cook at the dear stove, and have parties and mess, and sweep, and make fires that truly burn ? I like it so much ! What made you tliink of it ? " " Your hking to make gingersnaps with Asia made me think of it," said Mrs. Bhaer, holding Daisy, who frisked as if she would fly. " I knew Asia wouldn't let you mess in her kitchen very often, and it wouldn't be safe at this fire up here, so I thought I 'd see if I could find a little stove for you, and teach you to cook ; that would be fun, and useful too. So I travelled round among the toy shops, but every thing large cost too much and I was thinking I should have to give it up, when I met Uncle Teddy. As soon as he knew what I was about, he said he wanted to help, and insisted on buying the biggest toy stove we could find. I scolded, but he only laughed, and teased me about my cooking when we were young, and said I must teach Bess as well as you, and went on buying all sorts of nice little things for my ' cooking class ' as he called it." " I 'm so glad you met him ! " said Daisy, as Mrs. Jo stopped to laugh at the memory of the fimny time she had with Uncle Teddy. " You must study hard and learn to make all kinds of things, for he says he shall come out to tea very often, and expects something uncommonly nice." " It 's the sweetest, dearest kitchen in the world, and I 'd rather study with it than do any thing else. Can't I learn pies, and cake, and maccaroni, and every thing? " cried Daisy, dancing round the room with a new sauce- pan in one hand and the tiny poker in the other. " All in good time. This is to be a useful play, I am to help you, and you are to be my cook, so I shall tell 74 LITTLE MEN. you what to do, and show you how. Then we shall have things fit to eat, and you will be really learning how to cook on a small scale. I '11 call you Sally, and say you are a new girl just come," added Mrs. Jo, set- tling down to work, while Teddy sat on the floor suck- ing his thumb, and staring at the stove as if it was a live thing, whose appearance deeply interested him. " That will be so lovely ! What shall I do first? " asked Sally, with such a happy face and willing air that Aunt Jo wished all new cooks were half as pretty and pleasant. " First of all, put on this clean cap and apron. I am rather old-fashioned, and I like my cook to be very tidy." Sally tucked her curly hair into the round cap, and put on the aj)ron without a murmur, though usually she rebelled against bibs. " Now, you can put things in order, and wash up the new china. The old set needs washing also, for my last girl was apt to leave it in a sad state after a party." Aunt Jo spoke quite soberly, but Sally laughed, for she knew who the untidy girl was who had left the cups sticky. Then she turned up her cufis, and with a sigh of satisfaction began to stir about her kitchen, having little raptures now and then over the " sweet rolling- pin," the " darling dish-tub," or the " cunning pepper- pot." "N'ow, Sally, take your basket and go to market; here is the list of things I want for dinner," said Mrs. Jo, giving her a bit of paper when the dishes were all in order. " Where is the market ? " asked Daisy, thinking that PATTY PANS. 75 the new play got more and more interesting every minute. " Asia is the market." Away went Sally, causing another stir in the school- room as she passed the door in her new costume, and whispered to Demi, with a face full of delight — " It 's a perfectly splendid play ! " Old Asia enjoyed the joke as much as Daisy, and laughed jollily as the little girl came flying into the room with her cap all on one side, the lids of her basket rattling like castanets, and looking like a very crazy little cook. " Mrs. Aunt Jo wants these things, and I must have them right away," said Daisy, importantly. " Let 's see, honey ; here 's two pounds of steak, pota- toes, squash, apples, bread, and butter. The meat ain't come yet; when it does I'll send it up. The other things are all handy." Then Asia packed one potato, one apple, a bit of squash, a little pat of butter, and a roll, into the basket, telling Sally to be on the watch for the butcher's boy, because he sometimes played tricks. " Who is he ? " and Daisy hoped it would be Demi. " You '11 see," was all Asia would say ; and Sally went off in great spirits, singing a verse from dear Mary Ho^\dtt's sweet story in rhyme, — " Away went little Mabel, With the Avheaten cake so fine, The new made pot of butter, And the Httle flask of wine." " Put every thing but the apple into the store-closet for the present," said Mrs. Jo, when the cook got home. 76 LITTLE MEN. There was a cupboard under the middle shelf, and on opening the door fresh delights apj)eared. One half was evidently the cellar, for wood, coal, and kindlings were piled there. The other half was full of little jars, boxes, and all sorts of droll contrivances for holding small quantities of flour, meal, sugar, salt, and other household stores. A pot of jam was there, a little tin box of gingerbread, a cologne bottle full of currant wine, and a tiny canister of tea. But the crowning charm was two doll's pans of new milk, with cream actually rising on it, and a wee skimmer all ready to skim it with. Daisy clasped her hands at this delicious spectacle, and wanted to skim immediately. But Aunt Jo said — " Not yet ; you will want the cream to eat on your apple-pie at dinner, and must not disturb it till then." " Am I going to have pie ? " cried Daisy, hardly be- lieving that such bliss could be in store for her. " Yes ; if your oven does well we will have two pies — one apple and one strawberry," said Mrs. Jo, who was nearly as much interested in the new play as Daisy herself. " Oh, what next ? " asked Sally, all impatience to begin. " Shut the lower draught of the stove, so that the oven may heat. Then wash your hands and get out the flour, sugar, salt, butter, and cinnamon. See if the pie- board is clean, and jDare your apj)le ready to j^ut in." Daisy got things together with as little noise and spilling as could be expected, from so young a cook. " I really don't know how to measure for such tiny pies ; I must guess at it, and if these don't succeed, we PATTY PANS. 77 must try again," said Mrs. Jo, looking rather perplexed, and very much amused with the small concern before her. " Take that little pan full of flour, put in a pinch of salt, and then rub in as much butter as will go on that 2)late. Always remember to put your dry things together first, and then the wet. It mixes better so." " I know how ; I saw Asia do it. Don't I butter the pie plates too ? She did, the first thing," gaid Daisy, whisking the flour about at a great rate. " Quite right ! I do believe you have a gift for cook- ing, you take to it so cleverly," said Aunt Jo, approv- ingly. "Now a dash of cold water, just enough to wet it ; then scatter some flour on the board, work in a lit- tle, and roll the paste out ; yes, that 's the way. N^ow put dabs of butter all over it, and roll it out again. We won't have our pastry very rich, or the dolls will get dyspeptic." Daisy laughed at the idea, and scattered the dabs with a liberal hand. Then she rolled and rolled with her delightful little pin, and having got her paste ready proceeded to cover the plates with it. Next the apple was sliced in, sugar and cinnamon lavishly sprinkled over it, and then the top crust put on with breathless care. " I always wanted to cut them round, and Asia never would let me. How nice it is to do it all my ownty donty self," said Daisy, as the little knife went clipping round the doll's plate j^oised on her hand. All cooks, even the best, meet with mishaps some- times, and Sally's first one occurred then, for the knife went so fast that the plate slij^ped, turned a somersault in the air, and landed the dear little pie upside down 78 LITTLE MEN. on the floor. Sally screamed, Mrs. Jo laughed, Teddy scrambled to get it, and for a moment confusion reigned in the new kitchen. " It didn't spill or break, becanse I pinched the edges together so hard ; it isn't hm-t a bit, so I '11 prick holes in it, and then it will be ready," said Sally, picking up the capsized treasure and putting it into shape with a child-like disregard of the dust it had gathered in its fall. " My new cook has a good temper I see, and that is such a comfort," said jMrs. Jo. " Xow open the jar of strawberry jam, fill the uncovered pie, and put some strips of paste over the top as Asia does." " I '11 make a D in the middle, and have zigzags all round, that will be so interesting when I come to eat it," said Sally, loading her pie with quirls and flourishes that would have driven a real 2Dastry cook wild. "iVoio I put them in ! " she exclauned ; when the last gi'imy knob had been carefully j^lanted in the red field of jam, and with an aii- of triiunph she shut them into ,the httle oven. ^ , " Oear up your things ; a good cook never lets her utensils collect. Then pare your squash and potatoes." " There is only one potato," giggled Sally. " Cut it in four pieces, so it will go into the little kettle, and put the bits into cold water till it is time to cook them." " Do I. soak the squash too ? " " No, indeed ! just pare it and cut it up, and put it into the steamer over the pot. It is drier so, though it takes longer to cook." Here a scratching at the door caused Sally to run and PATTY PANS. 79 open it, when Kit appeared with a covered basket in his mouth. " Here 's the butcher's boy ! " cried Daisy, much tickled at the idea, as she relieved him of his load, whereat he hcked his lips and began to beg, evidently thinking that it was his OAvn dinner, for he often carried it to his master in that way. Being undeceived, he departed in great wrath and barked all the way down- stairs, to ease his wounded feelings. In the basket were two bits of steak (doll's j^ounds), a baked pear, a small cake, and paper ^Yiih them on which Asia had scrawled, " For Missy's lunch, if her cookin' don't tm-n out well." " I don't want any of her old pears and things ; my cooking wiU turn out well, and I '11 have a splendid din- ner; see if I don't ! " cried Daisy, indignantly. " We may like them if company should come. It is always well to have something in the store-room," said Aunt Jo, who had been taught this valuable fact by a series of domestic panics. "Me is hundry," announced Teddy, who began to think what with so much cooking going on it was about time for somebody to eat something. His mother gave him her work-basket to rummage, hoping to keep him quiet till dinner was ready, and returned to her housekeeping. " Put on your vegetables, set the table, and then have some coals kindling ready for the steak." What a thing it was to see the potatoes bobbing about in the little pot ; to peep at the squash getting soft so fast in the tiny steamer ; to whisk open the oven door every five minutes to see how the pies got on, and at last when the coals were red and glowing, to put 80 LITTLE MEN, tTTO real steaks on a finger-long gridiron and proudly turn them with a fork. The potatoes were done first, and no wonder, for they had boiled fi-antically all the while. They were pounded up with a little pestle, had much butter and no salt j)ut in (cook forgot it in the excitement of the moment), then it was made into a mound in a gay red dish, smoothed over with a knife dipped in milk, and put in the oven to brown. So absorbed in these last performances had Sally been, that she forgot her pastry till she opened the door to put in the potato, then a wail arose, for, alas ! alas ! the little pies were burnt black ! " Oh, my pies ! my darling pies ! they are all spoilt ! " cried poor SaUy, wringing her dirty httle hands as she surveyed the ruin of her work. The tart was especially pathetic, for the quirls and zigzags stuck up in all directions fi-om the blackened jelly, like the walls and chinmey of a house after a fire. " Dear, dear, I forgot to remind you to take them out; it 's just my luck," said Aunt Jo, remorsefully. " Don't cry, darling, it was my fault ; we '11 try again after din- ner," she added, as a great tear dropped fi'om Sally's eyes and sizzled on the hot ruins of the tart. More would have followed, if the steak had not blazed up just then, and so occupied the attention of cook, that she quickly forgot the lost pastry. " Put the meat-dish and your own plates down to warm, while you mash the squash with butter, salt, and a httle pepper on the top," said Mrs. Jo, devoutly hoping that the dinner would meet with no ftuther disasters. The " cunning pepper-pot " soothed SaUy's feelings, PATTY PANS, 81 and she dished up her squash in fine style. The dinner was safely put upon the table ; the six dolls were seated three on a side ; Teddy took the bottom, and Sally the top. When all were settled, it was a most imposing spectacle, for one doll was in full ball costume, another in her night-gown ; Jerry, the worsted boy, wore his red winter suit, while Annabella, the noseless darling, was airily attired in nothing but her own kid skin. Teddy, as father of the family, behaved with gi'eat propriety, for he smilingly devoured every thing oiTered him, and did not find a single fault. Daisy beamed upon her company like the weary, warm, but hospitable hostess, so often to be seen at larger tables than this, and did the honors with an air of innocent satisfaction, which we do not often see elsewhere. The steak was so tough, that the httle carving-knife would not cut it ; the potato did not go round, and the squash was very lumpy ; but the guests appeared politely unconscious of these trifles ; and the master and mistress of the house cleared the table with appetites that any one might envy them. The joy of skimming a jug-full of cream mitigated the anguish felt for the loss of the pies, and Asia's despised cake proved a treasure in the way of dessert. " That is the nicest lunch I ever had ; can't I do it every day ? " asked Daisy as she scraped up and ate the leavings all round. " You can cook things every day after lessons, but I prefer that you should eat your dishes at your regular meals, and only have a bit of gingerbread for lunch. To-day, being the first time, I don't mind, but we must keep our rules. This afternoon you can make some- 6 82 LITTLE MEN. thing for tea if you like," said Mrs. Jo, who had en- joyed the dinner-party very much, though no one had invited her to partake. "Do let me make flapjacks for Demi, he loves them so, and it 's such fiin to turn them and put sugar in between," cried Daisy, tenderly wiping a yellow stain off Annabella's broken nose, for Bella had refiised to eat squash when it was pressed upon her as good for "lumatism," a complaint which it is no wonder she sufiered fi*om, considering the lightness of her attire. " But if you give Demi goodies, all the others will expect some also, and then you will have your hands full." " Couldn't I have Demi come up to tea alone just this one time, and after that I could cook things for the others if they were good," proposed Daisy, with a sudden inspiration. " That is a capital idea. Posy ! "We will make your little messes rewards for the good boys, and I don't know one among them who would not like something nice to eat more than almost any thing else. If Httle men are like big ones, good cooking will touch their hearts and soothe their tempers delightfully," added Aunt Jo, with a merry nod toward the door, where stood Papa Bhaer, surveying the scene with a face Ml of amusement. " That last hit was for me, sharp woman. I accept it, for it is true ; but if I had married thee for thy cook- ing, heart's dearest, I should have fared badly all these years," answered the professor, laughing, as he tossed Teddy, who became quite apoplectic in his endeavors to desciibe the feast he had just enjoyed. PATTY PANS. 83 Daisy proudly showed her kitchen, and rashly prom- ised Uncle Fritz as many flapjacks as he could eat. She was just telling about the new rewards when the boys, headed by Demi, burst into the room snufling the air like a pack of hungry hounds, for school was out, dinner was not ready, and the fragrance of Daisy's steak led them straight to the spot. A prouder little damsel was never seen than Sally as she displayed her treasures and told the lads what was in store for them. Several rather scoffed at the idea of her cooking any thing fit to eat, but Stuffy's heart was won at once, Nat and Demi had firm faith in her skill, and the others said they would wait and see. All ad- mired the kitchen, however, and examined the stove with deep interest. Demi offered to buy the boiler on the spot, to be used in a steam-engine which he was constructing ; and ISTed declared that the best and big- gest saucepan was just the thing to melt his lead in when he ran bullets, hatchets, and such trifles. Daisy looked so alarmed at these proposals, that Mrs. Jo then and there made and proclaimed a law that no boy should touch, use, or even approach the sacred stoA^e T\dthout a S2:)ecial jDeraiit from the oA^Tier thereof. This increased its value immensely in the eyes of the gentlemen, especially as any infringement of the law would be punished by the forfeiture of all right to par- take of the delicacies promised to the virtuous. At this i^oint the bell rang, and the entire population went down to dinner, which meal was enlivened by each of the boy's gi^^ng Daisy a list of things he would like to have cooked for him as fast as he earned them. Daisy, whose faith in her stove was unlimited, promised 84 - LITTLE MEN. every thing, if Aunt Jo would tell her how to make them. This suggestion rather alarmed Mrs. Jo, for some of the dishes were quite beyond her skill — wed- ding-cake for instance, bull's-eye candy, and cabbage soup with herrings and cherries in it, which Mr. Bhaer proposed as his favorite, and immediately reduced his Tvife to despair, for Geiman cookery was beyond her. Daisy wanted to begin again the minute dinner was done, but she was only allowed to clear uj), fill the kettle ready for tea, and wash out her apron, which looked as if she had cooked a Christmas feast. She was then sent out to play till five o'clock, for Uncle Fritz said that too much study, even at cooking stoves, was bad for little minds and bodies, and Aunt Jo knew by long experience how soon new toys lose theii* charm if they are not prudently used. Every one was veiy kind to Daisy that afternoon. Tommy promised her the first fruits of his garden, though the only visible crop just then was pigweed ; Xat offered to supply her with wood, free of charge ; Stufi\' quite worshipped her ; Xed immediately fell to work on a httle refrigerator for her kitchen ; and Demi, with a punctuality beautiful to see in one so young, escorted her to the nm-sery just as the clock struck five. It was not time for the party to begin, but he begged so hard to come in and help that he was allowed privi- leges few "S'isitors enjoy, for he kindled the fire, ran errands, and watched the progress of his supper with intense interest. Mrs. Jo directed the afiair as she came and went, being very busy putting up clean curtains all over the house. " Ask Asia for a cup of sour cream, then yom* cakes FATTY PANS. 85 will be light without much soda, which I don't like," was the first order. Demi tore down-stairs, and returned with the cream, also a puckered-ujD face, for he had tasted it on his way, and found it so sour that he predicted the cakes Avould be uneatable. Mrs. Jo took this occasion to deliver a short lecture from the step-ladder on the chemical prop- erties of soda, to which Daisy did not listen, but Demi did, and understood it, as he proved by the brief but comprehensive reply — " Yes, I see, soda turns sour things sweet, and the fizzling up makes them light. Let 's see you do it, Daisy." " Fill that bowl nearly full of flour and add a httle salt to it," continued Mrs. Jo. " Oh dear, every thing has to have salt in it, seems to me," said Sally, who was tired of opening the pill-box in which it was kept. " Salt is like good-humor, and nearly every thing is better for a pinch of it. Posy," and Uncle Fritz stopped as he passed, hammer in hand, to drive up two or three nails for Sally's little pans to hang on. " You are not invited to tea, but I '11 giA^e you some cakes, and I won't be cross," said Daisy, putting up her floury little face to thank him with a kiss. " Fritz, you must not interrupt my cooking class, or I '11 come in and moralize when you are teaching Latin. How would you like that ? " said Mrs. Jo, throwing a great chintz curtain down on his head. " Very much, try it and see," and the amiable Father Bhaer went singing and taj^ping about the house like a mammoth woodpecker. 86 LITTLE MEN. " Put the soda into the cream, and when it ' fizzles,' as Demi says, stir it into the flour, and beat it up as hard as ever you can. Have your griddle hot, butter it well, and then fry away till I come back," and Aunt Jo vanished also. Such a clatter as the httle spoon made, and such a beating as the batter got, it quite foamed I assure you ; and when Daisy poured some on to the griddle, it rose like magic into a puffy flapjack, that made Demi's mouth water. To be sure the first one stuck and scorched, because she forgot the butter, but after that first failure all went well, and six capital httle cakes were safely landed in a dish. " I think I 'd like maple-syrup better than sugar," said Demi from his arm-chair, where he had settled himself after setting the table in a new and peculiar manner. " Then go and ask Asia for some," answered Daisy, going into the bath-room to wash her hands. While the nursery was empty something dreadful happened. You see. Kit had been feeling hurt all day because he had carried meat safely and yet got none to pay him. He was not a bad dog, but he had his little faults like the rest of us, and could not always resist temptation. HapjDcning to stroll into the nursery at that moment, he smelt the cakes, saw them unguarded on the low table, and never stopping to think of conse- quences, swallowed all six at one mouthfiil. I am glad to say that they were very hot, and burned him so badly that he could not repress a surprised yelp. Daisy heard it, ran in, saw the empty dish, also the end of a yellow tail disappearing under the bed. Without a PATTY PANS. 87 word she seized that tail, piilled out the thief, and shook him till his ears flapped wildly, then bundled him down-stairs to the shed, where he spent a lonely even- ing in the coal-bin. Cheered by the sympathy which Demi gave her, Daisy made another bowl full of batter, and fried a dozen cakes, which were even better than the othei*s. Indeed, Uncle Fritz after eating two sent up word that he had never tasted any so nice, and every boy at the table below envied Demi at the flapjack party above. It was a truly delightful supper, for the little teapot lid only fell ofi* three times, and the milk jug upset but once ; the cakes floated in syrup, and the toast had a delicious beef-steak flavor, owing to cook's using the gi'idiron to make it on. Demi forgot philosophy, and stufied like any carnal boy, while Daisy planned sumptu- ous banquets, and the dolls looked on smiling affably. " Well, dearies, have you had a good time ? " asked Mrs. Jo, coming up with Teddy on her shoulder. "A very good time. I shall come again soon,^ answered Demi, with emphasis. " I 'm afraid you have eaten too much, by the look of that table." " ]^o, I haven't, I only ate fifteen cakes, and they were very little ones," protested Demi, who had kept his sister busy supplying his plate. " They won't hurt him, they are so nice," said Daisy, with such a ftmny mixture of maternal fondness, and housewifely pride, that Aunt Jo could only snule, and say — " Well, on the whole, the new game is a success then?" 88 LITTLE MEN. " I like it," said Demi, as if his approval was all that was necessary. "It is the dearest play ever made!" cried Daisy, hugging her little dish-tub as she proposed to wash up the cups. " I just ivish everybody had a sweet cooking stove like mine," she added, regarding it with affection. " This play ought to have a name," said Demi, gravely removing the syrup from his countenance with his tongue. « It has." " Oh, what ? " asked both children, eagerly. " Well, I think we will call it Patty-pans," and Aunt Jo retired, satisfied with the success of her last trap to catch a sunbeam. CHAPTER YL A FIRE BRAND. « T^LEASE, ma'am, could I speak to you ? It is some- JL thing very important," said Nat, popping his head in at the door of Mrs. Bhaer's room. It was the fifth head which had popped in during the last half-hour ; but Mrs. Jo was used to it, so she looked up, and said briskly — "Whatisit, my lad?" ISTat came in, shut the door carefully behind him, and said in an eager, anxious tone — "Dan has come." "Who is Dan?" " He 's a boy I used to know when I fiddled round the streets. He sold papers, and he was kind to me, and I saw him the other day in town, and told him how nice it was here, and he 's come." " But, my dear boy, that is rather a sudden way to pay a visit." " Oh, it isn't a visit, he wants to stay if you will let him ! " said Nat, innocently. "Well, but I don't know about that," began Mrs. Bhaer, rather startled by the coolness of the proposi- tion. 90 LITTLE MEN. " Why, I thought you liked to have poor boys come and live with you, and be kind to 'em as you wore to me,^' said Nat, looking surprised and alarmed. " So I do, but I like to know something about them first. I have to choose them, because there are so many. I have not room for all. I wish I had." " I told him to come because I thought you 'd like it, but if there isn't room he can go away again," said Nat, sorrowfully. The boy's confidence in her hospitality touched Mrs. Bhaer, and she could not find the heart to disappoint his hope, and spoil his kind little plan, so she said — « Tell me about this Dan." "I don't know any thing, only he hasn't got any folks, and he 's poor, and he was good to me, so I 'd like to be good to him if I could." " Excellent reasons every one ; but really, Nat, the house is full, and I don't know where I could put him," said Mrs. Bhaer, more and more inclined to prove her- self the haven of refuge he seemed to think her. " He could have my bed, and I could sleep in the barn. It isn't cold now, and I don't mind, I used to sleep anywhere with father," said Nat, eagerly. Something in his speech and face made Mrs. Jo put her hand on his shoulder, and say in her kindest tone : " Bring in your friend, Nat ; I think we must find room for him without giving him your place." Nat joyfully ran off, and soon returned followed by a most unprepossessing boy, who slouched in and stood looking about him, with a half bold, half sullen look, which made Mrs. Bhaer say to herself, after one glance : " A bad specimen, I am afraid." A FIRE BRAND. 91 "■This is Dan," said N'at, presenting him as if sure of his welcome. " Nat tells me yoii would like to come and stay with us," began Mrs. Jo, in a friendly tone. " Yes," was the gruff rej^ly. " Have you no friends to take care of you ? " "No." " Say, ' No, ma'am,' " whispered Nat. " Shan't neither," muttered Dan. " How old are you ? " " About fourteen." " You look older. What can you do ? " "'Most anything." " If you stay here we shall want you to do as the others do, work and study as well as play. Are you willing to agree to that ? " " Don't mind trying." "Well, you can stay a few days, and we will see how we get on together. Take him out, Nat, and amuse him till Mr. Bhaer comes home, when we will settle about the matter," said Mrs. Jo, finding it rather difficult to get on with this cool young person, who fixed his big black eyes on her with a hard, suspicious expression, sorroA\^ully unboyish. " Come on, Nat," he said, and slouched out again. " Thank you, ma'am," added Nat, as he followed him, feeling mthout quite understanding the difference in the welcome given to him and to his ungracious friend. " The fellows are having a circus out in the barn ; don't you want to come and see it ? " he asked, as they came down the wide steps on to the lawn. " Are they big fellows ? " said Dan. 92 LITTLE MEN. " No ; the big ones are gone fishing." " Fh-e away then," said Dan. !N'at led him to the great bam and introduced him to his set, who were disporting themselves among the half empty lofts. A large ckcle was marked out with hay on the wide floor, and in the middle stood Demi with a long whij), while Tommy, mounted on the much en- during Toby, pranced about the ckcle playing being a monkey. " You must pay a pin a-piece, or you can't see the show," said Stuffy, who stood by the wheel-barrow in which sat the band, consisting of a pocket-comb blown upon by Ned, and a toy drum beaten spasmodically by Kob. "He's company, so I'll pay for both," said Xat, handsomely, as he stuck two crooked pins in the dried mushroom which served as money-box. With a nod to the company they seated themselves on a couple of boards, and the performance went on. Afler the monkey act, Xed gave them a fine specimen of his agihty by jumping over an old chair, and Tun- ing up and down ladders, sailor fashion. Then Demi danced a jig with a gi-avity beautiM to behold. Xat was called upon to wrestle with Stuffy, and speedily laid that stout youth upon the ground. After this. Tommy proudly advanced to tm-n a somersault, an ac- comphshment which he had acquired by painM per- severance, practising in private till every joint of his little fi-ame was black and blue. His feats were received with great apjolause, and he was about to retire, flushed with pride and a rush of blood to the head, when a sconiftd voice in the audience was heard to say — A FIRE BRAND. 93 « Ho ! that ain't any thing ! " " Say that again, will you ? " and Tommy bristled np like an angry turkey-cock. " Do you want to fight," said Dan, promptly descend- ing from the barrel and doubling up his fists in a busi- ness-like manner. " No, I don't ; " and the candid Thomas retired a step, rather taken aback by the proposition. " Fighting isn't allowed ! " cried the others, much excited. " You 're a nice lot," sneered Dan. " Come, if you don't behave, you shan't stay," said Nat, firing up at that insult to his friends. "I'd like to see him do better than I did, that's all," observed Tommy, with a swagger. "Clear the way, then," and without the slightest preparation Dan turned three somersaults one after the other and came up on his feet. "You can't beat that, Tom; you always hit your head and tumble flat," said Nat, pleased at his friend's success. Before he could say any more the audience were electrified by three more somersaults backwards, and a short promenade on the hands, head doAvn, feet up. This brought down the house, and Tommy joined in the admiring cries w^hich greeted the accomi^lished gymnast as he righted himself, and looked at them with an air of calm superiority. "Do you think I could learn to do it without its hurting me very much?" Tom meekly asked, as he rubbed the elbows which still smarted after the last attempt. 94 LITTLE MEN. " What mil you give me if I '11 teach you ? " said Dan. "My new jack-knife; it's got five blades, and only one is broken." " Give it here then." Tommy handed it over with an affectionate look at its smooth handle. Dan examined it carefully, then putting it into his pocket, walked off, saying with a wink — " Keep it up till you learn, that 's all." A howl, of wrath from Tommy was followed by a general uproar, which did not subside till Dan, finding himself in a minority, proposed that they should play stick-knife, and whichever won should have the treasure. Tommy agreed, and the game was played in a circle of excited faces, which all wore an expression of satisfac- tion, when Tommy won and secured the knife in the depth of his safest pocket. " You come off with me, and I '11 show you roimd," said Nat, feeling that he must have a little serious con- versation "vWth his friend in private. What passed between them no one knew, but when they appeared again, Dan was more resi:)ectful to every one, though still gruff in his speech, and rough in his manner ; and what else could be expected of the poor lad who had been knocking about the world all his short life with no one to teach him any better ? The boys had decided that they did not like him, and so they left him to Nat, who soon felt rather oj^pressed hy the responsibility, but was too kind-hearted to desert him. Tommy, however, felt that in sj^ite of the jack-knife A FIRE BRAND. 95 transaction, there was a bond of sympathy between them, and longed to return to the interesting subject of somersaults. He soon found an opportunity, for Dan, seeing how much he admired liim, grew more amiable, and by the end of the first week was quite intimate with the lively Tom. Mr. Bhaer when he heard the story and saw Dan, shook his head, but only said quietly — " The experiment may cost us something, but we will try it." If Dan felt any gratitude for his protection, he did not show it, and took without thanks all that was given him. He was ignorant, but very quick to learn Avhen he chose ; had sharp eyes to Avatch what went on about him; a saucy tongue, rough manners, and a temper that was fierce and sullen by turns. He played with all his might, and played well at almost all the games. He was silent and grufi* before grown people, and only now and then was thoroughly social among the lads. Few of them really hked him, but few could help admiring his courage and strength, for nothing daunted him, and he knocked tall Franz flat on one occasion with an ease that caused all the others to keep at a re- spectful distance from his fists. Mr. Bhaer watched him silently, and did his best to tame the " Wild Boy," as they called him, but in priA^ate the worthy man shook his head, and said soberly, " I hojye the experi- ment will turn out well, but I am a little afraid it may cost too much." Mrs. Bhaer lost her patience with him half a dozen times a day, yet never gave him up, and always insisted that there was something good in the lad after all ; for 96 LITTLE MEN. he was kinder to animals than to people, he liked to rove about in the woods, and, best of all, little Ted was fond of him. What the secret was no one could discover, but Baby took to him at once — gabbled and crowed whenever he saw him — preferred his strong back to ride on to any of the others — and called him " My Danny " out of his own little head. Teddy was the only creature to whom Dan showed any affection, and this was only manifested when he thought no one else could see it; but mothers' eyes are quick, and motherly hearts instinctively divine who love their babies. So Mrs. Jo soon saw and felt that there was a soft spot in rough Dan, and bided her time to touch and win him. But an unexpected and decidedly alarming event upset all their plans, and banished Dan from Plum- field. Tommy, Nat, and Demi began by patronizing Dan, because the other lads rather shghted him ; but soon they each felt there was a certain fascination about the bad boy, and from looking down upon him they came to looking up, each for a different reason. Tommy admired his skill and courage; Nat was grateful for past kindness; and Demi regarded him as a sort of animated story book, for when he chose Dan could tell his adventures in a most interesting way. It pleased Dan to have the three favorites like him, and he exerted himself to be agreeable, which was the secret of his success. The Bhaers were surprised, but hoped the lads would have a good influence over Dan, and waited with some anxiety, trusting that no harm would come of it. A FIRE BRAND, 97 Dan felt they did not quite trust him, and never showed them his best side, but took a wilful pleasure in trj^ing theii' patience and thwarting their hopes as far as he dared. Mr. Bhaer did not approve of fighting, and did not think it a proof of either manhness or courage for two lads to pommel one another for the amusement of the rest. All sorts of hardy games and exercises were encouraged, and the boys were expected to take hard knocks and tumbles without whining; but black eyes and bloody noses given for the fun of it were for- bidden as a foohsh and a brutal play. Dan laughed at this rule, and told such exciting tales of his own valor, and the many fi'ays that he had been in, that some of the lads were fired with a desire to have a regular good "mill." " Don't tell, and I '11 show you how," said Dan ; and, getting half a dozen of the lads together behind the barn, he gave them a lesson in boxing, which quite satisfied the ardor of most of them. Emil, however, could not submit to be beaten by a fellow younger than himself, — for Emil was past fourteen, and a plucky fellow, — so he challenged Dan to a fight. Dan ac- cepted at once, and the others looked on with intense interest. What httle bird carried the news to head-quarters no one ever knew, but, in the very hottest of the fray, when Dan and Emil were fighting hke a pair of young bull-dogs, and the others with fierce, excited faces were cheering them on, Mr. Bhaer walked into the ring, plucked the combatants apart with a strong hand, and said, in the voice they seldom heard — 7 98 LITTLE MEN. "I can't allow this, boys! Stop it at once; and never let me see it again. I keep a school for boys, not for wild beasts. Look at each other and be ashamed of yom'selves." " You let me go, and I '11 knock him down again," shouted Dan, sparring away in sj)ite of the grip on his collar. " Come on, come on, I ain't thrashed yet ! " cried Emil, who had been down five times, but did not know when he was beaten. "They are playing be gladdy — what-you-call-'ems, like the Romans, Uncle Fritz," called out Demi, whose eyes were bigger than ever with the excitement of this new pastime. " They were a fine set of brutes ; but we have learned something since then I hope, and I cannot have you make my barn a Colosseum. Who proposed this?" asked Mr. Bhaer. " Dan," answered several voices. " Don't you know that it is forbidden ? " " Yes," growled Dan, sullenly. " Then why break the rule ? " " They '11 all be molly-coddles, if they don't know how to ficrht." " Have you found Emil a molly-coddle ? He doesn't look much like one," and Mr. Bhaer brought the two face to face. Dan had a black eye, and his jacket was torn to rags ; but Emil's face was covered with blood fi'om a cut lip and a bruised nose, while a bump on his fore- head was already as purple as a plum. In sj^ite of his wounds however, he still glared upon his foe, and evi- dently panted to renew the fight. A FIRE BRAND. 99 " He 'd make a first-rater if he was taught," said Dan, unable to withhold the praise from the boy who made it necessary for him to do his best. " He '11 be taught to fence and box by and by, and till then I think he will do very well without any les- sons in mauhng. Go and wash your faces ; and remem- ber, Dan, if you break any more of the rules again, you will be sent away. That was the bargain ; do your i^art and we will do ours." The lads went off, and after a few more words to the spectators, Mr. Bhaer followed to bind up the wounds of the young gladiators. Emil went to bed sick, and Dan was an unpleasant sj^ectacle for a week. But the lawless lad had no thought of obeying, and soon transgressed again. One Saturday afternoon as a party of th& boys went out to play. Tommy said — " Let 's go down to the river, and cut a lot of new fish-poles." " Take Toby to drag them back, and one of us can ride him down," proposed Stuffy, who hated to walk. " That means you^ I suppose ; well, hurry up, lazy- bones," said Dan. " ■ Away they went, and ha^dng got the poles were about to go home, when Demi unluckily said to Tommy, who was on Toby with a long rod in his hand — " You look like the picture of the man in the bull- fight, only you haven't got a red cloth, or pretty clothes on." "I'd like to see one; wouldn't you?" said Tommy shaking his lance. " Let 's have one ; there 's old Buttercup in the big 100 LITTLE MEN. meadow, ride at her Tom, and see her run," proposed Dan, bent on mischief. " No, you mustn't," began Demi, who was learning to distrust Dan's propositions. " Why not, little fuss-button ? " demanded Dan. " I don't think Uncle Fritz would like it." " Did he ever say we must not have a bull-fight ? " " No, I don't think he ever did," admitted Demi. " Then hold your tongue. Drive on, Tom, and here 's a red rag to flap at the old thing. I '11 help you to stir her up," and over the wall went Dan, full of the new game, and the rest followed hke a flock of sheep ; even Demi, who sat upon the bars, and watched the fun with interest. Poor Buttercup was not in a very good mood, for she had been lately bereft of her calf, and mourned for the little thing most dismally. Just now she regarded all mankind as her enemies (and I do not blame her), so when the matadore came prancing towards her with the red handkerchief flying at the end of his long lance, she threw up her head, and gave a most aj)propriate " Moo ! " Tommy rode gallantly at her, and Toby re- cognizing an old friend, was quite willing to approach ; but when the lance came down on her back mth a loud whack, both cow and donkey were surprised and dis- gusted. Toby backed with a bray of remonstrance, and Buttercup lowered her horns angrily. "At her again, Tom; she's jolly cross, and will do it capitally ! " called Dan, coming uj^ behind with another rod, while Jack and Ned followed his example. Seeing herself thus beset, and treated mth such disre- sj)ect, Buttercup trotted round the field, getting more A FIRE BRAND. 101 and more bewildered and excited every moment, for whichever way she tm-ned, there was a dreadful boy, yelling and brandishing a new and very disagreeable sort of whip. It was great fun for them, but real misery for her, till she lost patience and turned the tables in the most unexpected manner. All at once she wheeled short round, and charged full at her old friend Toby, Avdiose conduct cut her to the heart. Poor slow Toby backed so i:>recipitately, that he tri2oped over a stone, and down went horse, matadore, and all, in one ignominious heap, while distracted Buttercup took a surprising leap over the wall, and galloped wildly out of sight down the road. " Catch her, stop her, head her off ! run, boys, run ! " shouted Dan, tearing after her at his best pace, for she was Mr. Bhaer's pet Alderney, and if any thing hap- pened to her, Dan feared it would be all over with him. Such a running and racing and bawling and puffing as there was before she was caught ! The fish-poles were left behind ; Toby was trotted nearly off his legs in the chase ; and every boy was red, breathless, and scared. They found jDOor Buttercuj) at last in a flower garden, where she had taken refuge, worn out Avith the long run. Borrowing a rope for a halter, Dan led her home, followed by a party of very sober young gentlemen, for the cow was in a sad state, having strained her shoulder in jumping, so that she limped, her eyes looked Avild, and her glossy coat was wet and muddy. " You '11 catch it this time, Dan," said Tommy, as he led the wheezing donkey beside the maltreated cow. " So will you, for you heljoed." " We all did, but Demi," added Jack. 102 LITTLE MEN. " He put it into our heads," said Ned. " I told you not to do it," cried Demi, who was most broken-hearted at poor Buttercup's state. " Old Bhaer will send me off, I guess. Don't care if he does," muttered Dan, looking worried in spite of his words. " We '11 ask him not to, all of us," said Demi, and the others assented with the excej)tion of Stuffy, who cherished the hope that all the punishment might fall on one guilty head. Dan only said, "Don't bother about me ; " but he never forgot it, even though he led the lads astray again, as soon as the temptation came. When Mr. Bhaer saw the animal, and heard the story, he said very little, evidently fearing that he should say too much in the first moments of impa- tience. Buttercu]) was made comfortable in her stall, and the boys sent to their rooms till supiDcr-time. This brief respite gave them time to think the matter over, to wonder what the penalty would be, and to try to imaecine where Dan would be sent. He whistled brisk- ly in his room, so that no one should think he cared a bit ; but while he waited to know his fate, the longing to stay grew stronger and stronger, the more he re- called the comfort and kindness he had known here, the hardship and neglect he had felt elsewhere. He knew they tried to help him, and at the bottom of his heart he was grateful, but his rough life had made him hard and careless, suspicious and wilful. He hated re- straint of any sort, and fought against it like an untamed creature, even while he knew it was kindly meant, and dimly felt that he would be the better for it. He made up his mind to be turned adrift again, to knock about A FIRE BRAND, 103 the city as he had done nearly all his life ; a prospect that made him knit his black brows, and look about the cosy little room with a wistful expression that would have touched a much harder heart than Mr. Bhaer's if he had seen it. It vanished instantly, however, when the good man came in, and said in his accustomed grave way — "I have heard all about it, Dan, and though you have broken the rules again, I am going to give you one more trial, to please Mother Bhaer." Dan flushed up to his forehead at this unexpected reprieve, but he only said in his gruiff way — "I didn't know there was any rule about bull fiofhtino-." " As I never expected to have any at Plumfield, I never did make such a rule," answered Mr. Bhaer, smil- ing in spite of himself at the boy's excuse. Then he added gravely, " But one of the first and most impor- tant of our few laws is the law of kindness to every dumb creature on the place. I want everybody and every thing to be hapi)y here, to love, and trust, and serve us, as we try to love and trust and serve them faithfully and willingly. I have often said that you were kinder to the animals than any of the other boys, and Mrs. Bhaer hked that trait in you very much, be- cause she thought it showed a good heart. But you have disappointed us in that, and we are sorry, for we hoped to make you quite one of us. Shall we try again ? " Dan's eyes had been on the floor, and his hands ner- vously picking at the bit of wood he had been wiiit- tling as Mr. Bhaer came in, but Avhen he heard the kind 104 LITTLE MEN. voice ask that question, he looked up quickly, and said in a more respectful tone than he had ever used be- fore — " Yes, please." " Very well then, we will say no more, only you will stay at home fi'om the walk to-morrow, as the other boys will, and all of you must wait on poor Buttercuj) till she is well again." "I will." " Now, go down to supper, and do your best, my boy, more for your own sake than for ours." Then Mr. Bhaer shook hands with him, and Dan went down more tamed by kindness, than he would have been by the good whipping which Asia had strongly recommended. Dan did try for a day or two, but not being used to it, he soon tired and relapsed into his old wilful ways. Mr. Bhaer was called from home on business one day, and the boys had no lessons. They liked this, and played hard till bed-time, when most of them turned in and slejDt like dormice. Dan, however, had a plan in his head, and when he and Nat were alone, he un- folded it. " Look here ! " he said, taking from under his bed a bottle, a cigar, and a pack of cards " I 'm going to have some fun, and do as I used to with the fellows in town. Here 's some beer, I got it of the old man at the station, and this cigar ; you can pay for 'em, or Tommy will, he 's got heaps of money, and I haven't a cent. I 'm going to ask him in ; no, you go, they won't mind you." " The folks won't like it," began Nat. " They won't know. Daddy Bhaer is away, and Mrs. Bhaer's busy with Ted ; he 's got croup or something. A FIEE BRAND. 105 and she can't leave him. We shan't sit up late or make any noise, so where 's the harm ? " "Asia will know if we burn the lamp long, she always does." " No, she won't, I 've got the dark lantern on pur- pose, it don't give much light, and we can shut it quick if we hear any one coming," said Dan. This idea struck Nat as a fine one, and lent an air of romance to the thing. He started off to tell Tommy, but put his head in again to say — " You want Demi, too, don't you ? " "No, I don't; the Deacon will roll up eyes and preach if you tell him. He will be asleep, so just tip the wink to Tom and cut back again." Nat obeyed, and returned in a minute with Tommy half dressed, rather tousled about the head and very sleepy, but quite ready for fun as usual. " Now, keep quiet, and I '11 show you how to play a first-rate game called ' Poker,' " said Dan, as the three revellers gathered round the table, on which were set forth the bottle, the cigar, and the cards. " First we '11 all have a diink, then we '11 take a go at the ' weed,' and then we '11 play. That 's the way men do, and it 's jolly fun." The beer circulated in a mug, and all three smacked their lips over it, though Nat and Tommy did not like the bitter stuff. The cigar was worse still, but they dared not say so, and each puffed away till he was dizzy or choked, Avhen he passed the "weed" on to his neighbor. Dan liked it, for it seemed like old times when he now and then had a chance to imitate the low men who surrounded him. He drank, and smoked, 106 LITTLE MEN. and swaggered as much like them as he could, and, getting into the spuit of the part he assumed, he soon began to swear under his breath for fear some one should hear him. " You mustn't ; it 's wicked to say ' Damn ! ' " cried Tommy, who had followed his leader so far. "Oh, hang! don't you preach, but play away; it's jDart of the fun to swear." " I 'd rather say ' thunder — turtles,' " said Tommy, who had composed this interesting exclamation and was very proud of it. « And I '11 say ' The Devil ; ' that sounds well," added ISTat, much impressed by Dan's manly ways. Dan scoffed at their "nonsense," and swore stoutly as he tried to teach them the new game. But Tommy was very sleejDy, and Xat's head began to ache with the beer and the smoke, so neither of them was very quick to learn, and the game dragged. The room was nearly dark, for the lantern burned badly; they could not laugh loud nor move about much, for Silas slept next door in the shed-chamber, and alto- gether the party was dull. In the middle of a deal Dan stopped suddenly, called out, " Who 's that ? " in a startled tone, and at the same moment di-ew the shde over the hght. A voice in the darkness said, tremu- lously, " I can't find Tommy," and then there was the quick patter of bare feet running away down the entry that led from the wins: to the main house. " It 's Demi ! he 's gone to call some one ; cut into bed, Tom, and don't tell!" cried Dan, whisking all signs of the revel out of sight, and beginning to tear off his clothes, ^^•hile Xat did the same. A FIRE BRAND. 107 Tommy flew to his room and dived into bed, where he lay laughing till something burned his hand, when- he discovered that he was still clutching the stump of the festive cigar, which he haj^pened to be smoking when the revel broke uj). It was nearly out, and he was about to extinguish it carefully when Nursey's voice was heard, and fearing it would betray him if he hid it in the bed, he threw it underneath, after a final pinch which he thought fin- ished it. Nursey came in with Demi, who looked much amazed to see the red face of Tommy reposing peacefully upon his pillow. " He wasn't there just now, because I woke up and could not find him anywhere," said Demi, pouncing on him. " What mischief are you at now, bad child ? " asked Nursey, with a good-natured shake, which made the sleeper open his eyes to say, meekly, — " I only ran into I^at's room to see him about some- thing. Go away, and let me alone ; I 'm awful sleepy." Nursey tucked Demi in, and went ofi* to reconnoitre, but only found two boys slumbering peacefully in Dan's room. " Some little frolic," she thought, and as there was no harm done she said nothing to Mrs. Bhaer, who was busy and worried over little Teddy. Tommy was sleei:)y and telling Demi to mind his own business and not ask questions, he was snoring in ten minutes, little dreaming what was going on under his bed. The cigar did not go out, but smouldered away on the straw carpet till it was nicely on fire, and a hungry little flame went creeping along till the dimity c 6^ 108 LITTLE MEN. bedcover caught, then the sheets, and then the bed itself. The beer made Tommy sleep heavily, and the smoke stupefied Demi, so they slept on till the fire began to scorch them, and they Tvere in danger of being burned to death. Franz was sitting up to study, and as he left the school-room he smelt the smoke, dashed up-stau's and saw it comino- in a cloud from the left \r\ii.z of the house. Without stopping to call any one, he ran into the room, dragged the boys from the blazing bed, and splashed all the water he could find at hand on to the flames. It checked but did not quench the fire, and the children, wakened on being tumbled toj^sy-turvy into a cold hall, began to roar at the top of their voices. Mrs. Bhaer instantly aj^jDcared, and a minute after Silas bm'st out of his room shouting " Fire ! " in a tone that raised the whole house. A flock of white goblins with scared faces crowded into the hall, and for a minute every one was panic-stricken. Then Mrs. Bhaer foimd her ^its, bade ^m'sey see to the burnt boys, and sent Franz and Silas down-stairs for some tubs of wet clothes which she flung on to the bed, over the carpet, and up against the curtains, now burning finely, and threatening to kindle the walls. Most of the boys stood dumbly looking on, but Dan and Emil worked bravely, running to and fro Avith water from the bath-room, and helping to pull down the dangerous curtains. The peril was soon over, and ordering the boys all back to bed, and leading Silas to watch lest the fire broke out again, IMi's. Bhaer and Franz went to see how the poor boys got on. Demi had escaped with A FIRE BRAND. 109 one burn and a grand scare, but Tommy had not only most of his hair scorched off his head, but a great burn on his arm, that made him half crazy with the j^ain. Demi was soon made cosy, and Franz took him away to his own bed, where the kind lad soothed his fright and hummed him to sleep as cosily as a woman. Nursey watched over poor Tommy all night, trying to ease his misery, and Mrs. Bhaer vibrated between him and httle Teddy with oil and cotton, paregoric and squills, saying to herself from time to time, as if she found great amusement in the thought, "I always kneio Tommy would set the house on fire, and now he has done it ! " When Mr. Bhaer got home next morning he found a nice state of things. Tommy in bed, Teddy wheezing like a little grampus, Mrs. Jo quite used up, and the whole flock of boys so excited that they all talked at once, and almost dragged him by main force to view the ruins. Under his quiet management things soon fell into order, for every one felt that he was equal to a dozen conflagrations, and worked with a will at what- ever task he gave them. There was no school that morning, but by afternoon the damaged room was put to rights, the invalids were better, and there was time to hear and judge the little culprits quietly. Nat and Tommy told their parts in the mischief, and were honestly sorry for the danger they had brought to the dear old house and all in it. But Dan put on his devil-may-care look, and would not own that there was much harm done. Now, of all things, Mr. Bhaer hated drinking, gam- bling, and swearing; smoking he had given up that 110 LITTLE MEN. the lads might not be tempted to try it, and it grieved and angered him deeply to find that the boy, with whom he had tried to be most forbearing, should take advantage of his absence to introduce these forbidden vices, and teach his innocent little lads to think it manly and pleasant to indulge in them. He talked long and earnestly to the assembled boys, and ended by saying, with an air of mingled firmness and re- gret — " I think Tommy is punished enough, and that scar on his arm will remind him for a long time to let these things alone. Nat's fright will do for him, for he is really sorry, and does try to obey me. But you, Dan, have been many times forgiven, and yet it does no good. I cannot have my boys hurt by your bad exam- ple, nor my time wasted in talking to deaf ears, so you can say good-by to them all, and tell ISTursey to put up your things in my little black bag." " Oh ! sir, where is he going ? " cried Nat. "To a pleasant place up in the country, where I sometimes send boys when they don't do well here. Mr. Page is a kind man, and Dan will be happy there if he chooses to do his best." " Will he ever come back ? " asked Demi. "That will dej)end on himself; I hope so." As he spoke, Mr. Bhaer left the room to write his letter to Mr. Page, and the boys crowded round Dan very much as peoj^le do about a man who is going on a long and perilous journey to unknown regions. " I wonder if you '11 like it," began Jack. " Shan't stay if I don't," said Dan, coolly. " Where will you go ? " asked Nat. A FIRE BRAND. HI "I may go to sea, or out west, or take a look at Calilbrnia," answered Dan, with a reckless air that quite took away the breath of the little boys. " Oh, don't ! stay with Mr. Page awhile and then come back here ; do, Dan," pleaded Il^at, much affected at the whole affau*. " I don't care where I go, or how long I stay, and I 'II be hanged if I ever come back here," with which TVTathful S23eech Dan went away to put up his things, every one of which Mr. Bhaer had given him. That was the only good-by he gaA'e the boys, for they were all talking the matter over in the barn when he came doAvn, and he told Nat not to call them. The wagon stood at the door, and Mrs. Bhaer came out to speak to Dan, looking so sad that his heart smote him, and he said in a low tone — " May I say good-by to Teddy ? " " Yes, dear ; go in and kiss him, he will miss his Danny very much." No one saw the look in Dan's eyes as he stooped over the crib, and saw the Httle face hght up at first sight of liim, but he heard Mrs. Bhaer say pleadingly — " Can't we give the poor lad one more trial, Fritz ? " and Mr. Bhaer answer in his steady way — " My dear, it is not best, so let him go where he can do no harm to others, while they do good to him, and by and by he shall come back, I promise you." " He 's the only boy we ever failed with, and I am so giieved, for I thought there was the making of a fine man in him, si)ite of his faults." Dan heard Mrs. Bhaer sigh, and he wanted to ask for one more trial himself, but his pride would not let him, 112 LITTLE MEN. and he came out with the hard look on his face, shook hands without a word, and drove away ^-ith Mr. Bhaer, leaving Xat and Mrs. Jo to look after him ^ith tears in their eyes. A few days afterwards they received a letter fi'om Mr. Page, sa}dng that Dan was doing well, whereat they all rejoiced. But three weeks later came another letter, sajiug that Dan had run away, and nothing had been heard of him, whereat they aU looked sober, and Mr. Bhaer said — " Perhaps I ought to have given him another chance." Mrs. Bhaer, however, nodded wisely and answered, " Don't be troubled, Fritz ; the boy wiU come back to us, I 'm sure of it." But time went on and no Dan came. CHAPTER YII. NAUGHTY NAN. " I r^RITZ, I Ve got a new idea," cried Mrs. Bhaer, as "»- she met her husband one day after school. " Well, my dear, what is it ? " and he waited willingly to hear the new plan, for some of Mrs. Jo's ideas were so droll, it was impossible to help laughing at them, though usually they were quite sensible, and he was glad to carry them out. " Daisy needs a companion, and the boys would be all the better for another girl among them ; you know we believe in bringing up little men and women to- gether, and it is high time we acted up to our behef. They pet and tyrannize over Daisy by turns, and she is getting spoilt. Then they must learn gentle ways, and improve their manners, and having girls about will do it better than any thing else." " You are right, as usual. ISTow, who shall we have ? " asked Mr Bhaer, seeing by the look in her eye that Mrs. Jo had some one all ready to propose. " Little Annie Harding." " What ! Naughty Nan, as the lads call her ? " cried Mr. Bhaer, looking very much amused. " Yes, she is running wild at home since her mother 8 114 LITTLE MEN. died, and is too bright a child to be spoilt by servants. I have had my eye on her for some time, and when I met her father in town the other day I asked him why he did not send her to school. He said he would gladly if he could find as good a school for girls, as ours was for boys. I know he would rejoice to have her come ; so suppose we drive over this afternoon and see about it." " Have not you cares enough now, my Jo, without this httle gypsy to torment you?" asked Mr. Bhaer, patting the hand that lay on his arm. " Oh dear, no," said Mother Bhaer, briskly. " I like it, and never was happier than since I had my wilder- ness of boys. You see, Fritz, I feel a great symj^athy for Nan, because I was such a naughty child myself that I know all about it. She is fall of sjDirits, and only needs to be taught what to do with them to be as nice a little girl as Daisy. Those quick wits of hers would enjoy lessons if they were rightly directed, and what is now a tricksy midget would soon become a busy happy child. I know how to manage her, for I remem- ber how my blessed mother managed me, and " — " And if you succeed half as well as she did, you will have done a magnificent work," interrupted Mr. Bhaer, who labored under the delusion that JNIi's. B. was the best and most channing woman alive. " Now, if you make ftm of my plan I '11 give you bad cofiee for a week, and then where are you, sir ? " cried Mi"s. Jo, tweaking him by the ear just as if he was one of the boys. " Won't Daisy's hau- stand erect with horror at Nan's ^\ild ways?" asked Mi\ Bhaer, presently, when Teddy NAUGHTY NAN. 115 had swarmed up his waistcoat, and Rob up his back, for they always flew at their father the minute school was done." " At first, perhaps, but it will do Posy good. She is getting prim and Bettyish, and needs stirring up a bit. She always has a good time when Nan comes over to play, and the two mil help each other without knowing it. Dear me, half the science of teaching is knowing how much children do for one another, and when to mix them." " I only hope she won't turn out another firebrand." " My poor Dan ! I never can quite forgive myself for letting him go," sighed Mrs. Bhaer. At the sound of the name, little Teddy, who had never forgotten his fi'iend, struggled down fi'om his father's arms, and trotted to the door, looked out over the sunny lawn with a wistful face, and then trotted back again, saying, as he always did when disappointed of the longed-for sight — " My Danny's tummin' soon." " I really think we ought to have kej^t him, if only for Teddy's sake, he was so fond of him, and perhaps baby's love would have done for him what we failed to do." " I 've sometimes felt that myself; but after keeping the boys in a ferment, and nearly burning up the whole family, I thought it safer to remove the firebrand, for a time at least," said Mr. Bhaer. " Dinner 's ready, let me ring the bell," and Rob be- gan a solo upon that instrument wliich made it impos- sible to hear one's self speak. " Then, I may have Nan, may I ? " asked Mrs. Jo. 116 LITTLE MEN. " A dozen Nans if you want them, my dear," an- swered Mr. Bhaer, who had room in his fatherly heart for all the naughty neglected children in the world. When Mrs. Bhaer returned from her drive that after- noon, before she could unpack the load of little boys, without whom she seldom moved, a small girl of ten skipped out at the back of the carry-all, and ran into the house, shouting — " Hi, Daisy ! where are you ? " Daisy came, and looked pleased to see her guest, but also a trifle alarmed, when Nan said, still prancing, as if it was impossible to keej) still — " I 'm going to stay here always, papa says I may, and my box is coming to-morrow, all my things had to be washed and mended, and your aunt came and carried me off. Isn't it great fun ? " " Why, yes. Did you bring your big doll ? " asked Daisy, hoj^ing she had, for on the last visit Nan had ravaged the baby house, and insisted on washing Blanche Matilda's plaster face, which spoilt the poor dear's complexion for ever. " Yes, she 's somewhere round," returned Nan, with most unmaternal carelessness. " I made you a ring com- ing along, and pulled the hairs out of Dobbin's tail. Don't you want it ? " and Nan presented a horse-hair ring in token of friendship, as they had both vowed they would never speak to one another again when they last parted. Won by the beauty of the offering, Daisy gi'ew more cordial, and proposed retiring to the nursery, but Nan said, " No, I want to see the boys, and the barn," and ran off, swinging her hat by one string till it broke, when she left it to its fate on the grass. NAUGHTY NAN. 117 "Hullo! Nan!" cried the boys as she bounced in among them mth the announcement — " I 'm going to stay." " Hooray ! " bawled Tommy from the wall on which he was perched, for Nan was a kindred spirit, and he foresaw " larks " in the future. " I can bat ; let me play," said Nan, who could turn her hand to any thing, and did not mind hard knocks. " We ain't playing now, and our side beat without you." " I can beat you in running, any way," returned Nan, falling back on her strong point. « Can she ? " asked Nat of Jack. " She runs very well for a girl," answered Jack, who looked down uj^on Nan with condescending approval. " Will you try ? " said Nan, longing to display her powers. " It 's too hot," and Tommy languished against the wall as if quite exhausted. " What 's the matter with Stuffy ? " asked Nan, whose quick eyes were roving fi'om face to face. " Ball hurt his hand ; he howls at every thing," answered Jack, scornfully. " I don't, I never cry, no matter how much I 'm hurt ; it 's babyish," said Nan, loftily. "Pooh! I could make you cry in two minutes," returned Stuffy, rousing up. " See if you can." " Go and pick that bunch of nettles then," and Stuffy pointed to a sturdy specimen of that prickly plant growing by the wall. Nan instantly " grasped the nettle," pulled it up, and 118 LITTLE MEN. held it with a defiant gesture, in spite of the ahnost unbearable sting. " Good for you," cried the boys, quick to acknowledge courage even in one of the weaker sex. More nettled than she was, Stufiy determined to get a cry out of her somehow, and he said tauntingly, " You are used to poking your hands into every thing, so that isn't fair. Now go and bump your head real hard against the barn, and see if you don't howl then." " Don't do it," said Nat, who hated cruelty. But Nan was ofi", and running straight at the barn, she gave her head a blow that knocked her flat, and sounded like a battering-ram. Dizzy, but undaunted she staggered up, saying stoutly, though her face was drawn with pain. « That hurt, but I don't cry." " Do it again," said Stuffy, angrily ; and Nan would have done it, but Nat held her ; and Tommy, forgetting the heat, flew at Stuffy hke a httle game-cock, roaring out — " Stop it, or I '11 throw you over the barn ! " and so shook and hustled poor Stuffy, that for a minute he did not know whether he was on his head or his heels. " She told me to," was all he could say, when Tommy let him alone. " Never mind if she did ; it is awfully mean to hurt a little girl," said Demi, reproachfully. " Ho ! I don't mind ; I ain't a little girl, I 'm older than you and Daisy ; so now," cried Nan, ungratefully. "Don't preach. Deacon, you bully Posy every day of your life," called out the Commodore, who just then hove in sight. i NAUGHTY NAN. 119 *' I don't hurt her ; do I, Daisy ? " and Demi turned to his sister, who was " pooring " Nan's tingling hands, and recommending water for the purple lump rapidly develoj^ing itself on her forehead. "You are the best boy in the world," promptly answered Daisy ; adding, as truth compelled her to do, " You do hurt me sometimes, but you don't mean to." " Put away the bats and things, and mind what you are about, my hearties. No fighting allowed aboard this ship," said Emil, who rather lorded it over the others. "How do you do, Madge Wildfire?" said Mr. Bhaer, as Nan came in with the rest to supper. "Give the right hand, Uttle daughter, and mind thy manners," he added, as Nan offered him her left. " The other hurts me." "The poor Httle hand! what has it been doing to get those bhsters ? " he asked, drawing it from behind her back, where she had put it "vvith a look which made him think she had been in mischief. Before Nan could think of any excuse, Daisy burst out with the whole story, during which Stufly tried to hide his face in a bowl of bread and milk. When the tale was finished, Mr. Bhaer looked do^vn the long table towards his mfe, and said mth a laugh in his eyes — " This rather belongs to your side of the house, so I won't meddle with it, my dear." Mrs. Jo knew what he meant, but she hked her little black sheep all the better for her pluck, though she only said in her soberest way — " Do you know why I asked Nan to come here ? " 120 LITTLE MEN, "To plague me," muttered Stuffy, with his mouth Ml. "To help me make little gentlemen of you, and I think you have shown that some of you need it." Here Stuffy retired into his bowl again, and did not emerge till Demi made them all laugh by saying, in his slow wondering way — " How can she, when she 's such a tom-boy ! " " That 's just it, she needs help as much as you, and I expect you to set her an example of good manners." " Is she going to be a little gentleman too ? " asked Rob. " She 'd hke it ; wouldn't you, Nan ? " added Tommy. " No, I shouldn't ; I hate boys ! " said Nan, fiercely, for her hand stUl smarted, and she began to think that she might have shown her courage in some wiser way. " I am sorry you hate my boys, because they can be well-mannered, and most agreeable when they choose. Kindness in looks and words and ways is true polite- ness, and any one can have it if they only try to treat other people as they hke to be treated themselves." Mrs. Bhaer had addressed herself to Nan, but the boys nudged one another, and appeared to take the hint, for that time at least, and passed the butter ; said " please," and " thank you," " yes, sir," and " no, ma'am," with unusual elegance and respect. Nan said nothing, but kej)t herself quiet and refrained from tickling Demi, though strongly tempted to do so, because of the dignified airs he put on. She also appeared to have forgotten her hatred of boys, and played " I spy " with them till dark. Stuffy was observed to offer her frequent sucks of his candy-ball during the game NAUGHTY NAN. 121 which evidently sweetened her temper, for the last thing she said on going to bed was — " When my battledore and shuttle-cock comes, I '11 let you all play with 'em." Her first remark in the morning was, " Has my box come ? " and when told that it would arrive sometime during the day, she fretted and fumed, and whipped her doll, till Daisy was shocked. She managed to exist, however, till five o'clock, w^hen she disappeared, and was not missed till supper-time, because those at home thought she had gone to the hill with Tommy and Demi. " I saAv her going down the avenue alone as hard as she could pelt," said Mary Anne, coming in with the hasty-pudding, and finding every one asking, " Where is Nan?" " She has run home, httle gypsy ! " cried Mrs. Bhaer, looking anxious. " Perhaps she has gone to the station to look after her luggage," suggested Franz. " That is imj^ossible, she does not know the way, and if she found it she could never carry the box a mile," said Mrs. Bhaer, beginning to think that her new idea might be rather a hard one to carry out. " It Avould be like her," and Mr. Bhaer caught up his hat to go and find the child, Avhen a shout from Jack, who was at the window, made every one hurry to tlie door. There was Miss Nan, to be sure, tugging along a large band-box tied up in a linen bag. Very hot and dusty and tired did she look, but marched stoutly along, and came puffing up to the steps, where she dropj^ed her 122 LITTLE MEN. load with a sigh of relief, and sat down upon it, observ- ing as she crossed her tired arms — " I couldn't wait any longer, so I went and got it." " But you did not know the way," said Tommy, while the rest stood round enjoying the joke. " Oh, I found it, I never get lost." " It 's a mile, how could you go so far ? " " Well, it was pretty far, but I rested a good deal." " Wasn't that thing very heavy ? " " It 's so round, I couldn't get hold of it good, and I thought my arms would break right off." " I don't see how the station-master let you have it," said Tommy. " I didn't say any thing to him. He was in the little ticket place, and didn't see me, so I just took it off the platform." " Run down and tell him it is all right, Franz, or old Dodd will think it is stolen," said Mr. Bhaer, joining in the shout of laughter at Nan's coolness. " I told you we would send for it if it did not come. Another time you must wait, for you will get into* trouble if you run away. Promise me this, or I shall not dare to trust you out of my sight," said Mrs. Bhaer, wiping the dust off Nan's little hot face. " Well, I won't, only papa tells me not to put off doing things, so I don't." " That is rather a poser ; I think you had better give her some sup23er now, and a private lecture by and by," said Mr. Bhaer, too much amused to be angry at the young lady's exploit. The boys thought it " great fun," and Nan entertained them all supper-time with an account of her adventures ; NAUGHTY NAN. 123 for a big dog had barked at her, a man had laughed at her, a woman had given her a doughnut, and her hat had fallen into the brook when she stopped to di-ink, exhausted Avith her exertion. " I fancy you will have your hands full now, my dear. Tommy and ISTan are quite enough for one woman," said Mr. Bhaer, half an hour later. " I know it will take some time to tame the child, but she is such a generous, warm-hearted little thing, I should love her even if she were twice as naughty," answered Mrs. Jo, pointing to the merry group, in the middle of which stood Nan, giving away her things right and left, as lavishly as if the big band-box had no bottom. It was those good traits that soon made little " Giddy gaddy," as they called her, a favorite with every one. Daisy never comiDlained of being dull again, for Nan invented the most delightful plays, and her pranks rivalled Tommy's, to the amusement of the whole school. She buried her big doll and forgot it for a week, and found it well mildewed when she dug it up. Daisy was in despair, but Nan took it to the painter who was at work about the house, got him to paint it brick red, with staring black eyes, then she dressed it up with feathers, and scarlet flannel, and one of Ned's leaden hatchets ; and in the character of an Indian chief, the late Poppy- dilla tomahawked all the other dolls, and caused the nursery to run red with imaginary gore. She gave away her new shoes to a beggar child, hoping to be allowed to go barefoot, but found it im^^ossible to combine charity and comfort, and was ordered to ask leave before dis- posing of her clothes. She delighted the boys by making 124 LITTLE MEN. a fire-ship out of a shingle with two large sails wet with turpentine, which she hghted, and then sent the httle vessel floating down the brook at dusk. She harnessed the old turkey-cock to a straw wagon, and made him trot round the house at a tremendous pace. She gave her coral necklace for four unhappy kittens, which had been tormented by some heartless lads, and tended them for days as gently as a mother, dressing their wounds with cold cream, feeding them with a doll's spoon, and mourning over them when they died, till she was con- soled by one of Demi's best turtles. She made Silas tattoo an anchor on her arm hke his, and begged hard to have a blue star on each cheek, but he dared not do it, though she coaxed and scolded till the soft-hearted fellow longed to give in. She rode every animal on the place, from the big horse Andy to the cross pig, from whom she was rescued with difficulty. Whatever the boys dared her to do she instantly attempted, no matter how dangerous it might be, and they were never tired of testing her courage. Mr. Bhaer suggested that they should see who would study best, and Nan found as much pleasure in using her quick wits and fine memory as her active feet and merry tongue, while the lads had to do their best to keep their places, for Nan showed them that girls could do most things as well as boys, and some things better. There were no rewards in school, but Mr. Bhaer's "Well done ! " and Mrs. Bhaer's good report on the conscience book, taught them to love duty for its own sake, and try to do it faithfully, sure that sooner or later the rec- ompense would come. Little Nan was quick to feel the new atmosjDhere, to enjoy it, to show that it was NAUGHTY NAN. 125 what she needed ; for this little garden was full of sweet flowers, half hidden by the weeds; and when kind hands gently began to cultivate it, all sorts of green shoots sprung up, promising to blossom beautifully in the warmth of love and care, the best climate for young hearts and souls all the world over. CHAPTER VIII. PRANKS AND PLAYS. AS there is no particular plan to this story, except to describe a few scenes in the life at Plum- field for the amusement of certain httle persons, we will gently ramble along in this chapter and tell some of the pastimes of Mrs. Jo's boys. I beg leave to assure my honored readers that most of the incidents are taken from real life, and that the oddest are the truest ; for no person, no matter how viidd an imagination he may have, can invent any thing half so droll as the freaks and fancies that originate in the hvely brains of little people. Daisy and Demi were full of these whims, and hved in a world of their own, peopled with lovely or gro- tesque creatures, to whom they gave the queerest names, and with whom they played the queerest games. One of these nursery inventions was an invisible sprite called " The Naughty Kitty-mouse," whom the children had believed in, feared, and served for a long time. Thfey seldom spoke of it to any one else, kept their rites as private as possible ; and, as they never tried to describe it even to themselves, this being had a vague mysterious charm very agreeable to Demi, who delighted in elves PRANKS AND PLAYS, 127 and goblins. A most whimsical and tyrannical imp was the Naughty Kitty-mouse, and Daisy found a fearful pleasure in its service, blindly obepng its most absurd demands, which were usually proclaimed from the lips of Demi, whose powers of invention were great. Rob and Teddy sometimes joined in these ceremonies, and considered them excellent fun, although they did not understand half that went on. One day after school Demi whispered to his sister, with an ominous wag of the head — " The Kitty-mouse wants us this afternoon." " What for ? " asked Daisy, anxiously. " A sacJcerryfice^'' answered Demi, solemnly. " There must be a fire behind the big rock at two o'clock, and we must all bring the things we like best, and burn them ! " he added, with an awful emphasis on the last words. " Oh, dear ! I love the new paper dollies Aunt Amy painted for me best of any thing, must I burn them u]) ? " cried Daisy, who never thought of denying the unseen tyrant any thing it demanded. " Every one. I shall burn my boat, my best scrap- book, and all my soldiers," said Demi, firmly. " Well, I will ; but it 's too bad of Kitty-mouse to want our very nicest things," sighed Daisy. " A sackerryfice means to give up what you are fond of, so we micst^'' explained Demi, to whom the new idea had been suggested by hearing Uncle Fritz describe the customs of the Greeks to the big boys who were reading about them in school. " Is Rob coming too ? " asked Daisy. " Yes, and he is going to bring his toy village ; it is 128 LITTLE MEN. all made of wood, you know, and will burn nicely. We'll have a grand bonfire, and see them blaze up, won't we?" This brilliant prospect consoled Daisy, and she ate her dinner with a row of jDaper dolls before her, as a sort of farewell banquet. ' At the appointed horn- the sacrificial train set forth, each child bearing the treasures demanded by the in- satiable IStty-mouse. Teddy insisted on going also, and seeing that all the others had toys, he tucked a squeaking lamb under one arm, and old Annabella under the other, little di'eaming what anguish the latter idol was to give him. " Where are you going, my chickens ? " asked Mrs. Jo, as the flock passed her door. " To play by the big rock ; can't we ? " " Yes, only don't go near the pond, and take good care of baby." " I always do," said Daisy, leading forth her charge with a capable air. " Now, you must all sit round, and not move till I tell you. This flat stone is an altar, and I am going to m.ake a fire on it." Demi then proceeded to kindle up a small blaze, as he had seen the boys do at pic-nics. When the flame burned well, he ordered the comjoany to march round it three times and then stand in a circle. " I shall begin, and as fast as my things are burnt, you must bring yours." With that he solemnly laid on a little paper book full of pictures, pasted in by himself; this was followed by a dilaj^idated boat, and then one by one the unhappy PEANKS AND PLAYS. 129 leaden soldiers marched to death. N^ot one faltered or hung back, from the splendid red and yellow captain, to the small drummer who had lost his legs ; all van- ished in the flames and mingled in one common pool of melted lead. " Now, Daisy ! " called the high priest of Kitty-mouse, when his rich offerings had been consumed, to the great satisfaction of the children. " My dear dollies, how can I let them go ? " moaned Daisy, hugging the entire dozen with a face full of maternal woe. " You must," commanded Demi ; and with a farewell kiss to each, Daisy laid her blooming dolls upon the coals. " Let me keep one, the dear blue thing, she is so sweet," besought the poor little mamma, clutching her last in despair. " More ! more ! " growled an awful voice, and Demi cried, " That's the Kitty-mouse ! she must have every one, quick or she will scratch us ! " In went the precious blue belle, flounces, rosy hat, and all, and nothing but a few black flakes remained of that bright band. " Stand the houses and trees round, and let them catch themselves ; it will be like a real fire then," said Demi, who liked variety even in his " sackerryfices." Charmed by this suggestion, the children arranged the doomed village, laid a line of coals along the main street, and then sat down to watch the conflagration. It was somewhat slow to kindle owing to the paint, but at last one ambitious little cottage blazed uj), fired a tree of the palm sj^ecies, which fell on to the roof of a 9 130 LITTLE MEN. large family mansion, and in a few minutes the entire town was burning merrily. The wooden population stood and stared at the destraction like blockheads, as they were, till they also caught and blazed away with- out a cry. It took some time to reduce the town to ashes, and the lookers-on enjoyed the spectacle im- mensely, cheering as each house fell, dancing like wild Indians when the steeple flamed aloft, and actually casting one wretched little chum-shaped lady, who had escaped to the subui-bs, into the very heart of the fire. The superb success of this last offering excited Teddy to such a degTee, that he first threw his lamb into the conflagration, and before it had time even to roast, he planted poor dear Annabella on the funeral pyre. Of course she did not like it, and expressed her anguish and resentment in a way that terrified her infant de- stroyer. Being covered with Md, she did not blaze, but did what was worse, she squirmed. Fkst one leg curled up, then the other, in a very awfid and lifelike manner ; next she flung her arms oyer her head as if in great agony ; her head itself turned on her shoulders, her glass eyes fell out, and with one final writhe of her whole body, she sank down a blackened mass on the ruins of the town. This unexpected demonstration startled every one and fi-ightened Teddy half out of his little wits. He looked, then screamed and fled toward the house, roaring " Marmar," at the top of his voice. Mrs. Bhaer heard the outcry and ran to the rescue, but Teddy could only chng to her and pour out in his broken way something about, " poor Bella hm-ted," " a dreat fire," and " all the dollies doni." Fearing some dire misha]), his mother caught him up and hunied to FRANKS AND PLAYS. 131 the scene of action, where she found the blind worship- pers of Kitty-mouse mourning over the charred remains of the lost darling. " What have you been at ? Tell me all about it," said Mrs. Jo, composing herself to listen j^atiently, for the culj)rits looked so penitent, she forgave them before- hand. With some reluctance Denii explained their play, and Aunt Jo laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks, the cliildren were so solemn, and the j^lay was so absurd. " I thought you were too sensible to play such a silly game as this. If I had any ICitty-mouse I 'd have a good one who liked you to play in safe pleasant ways, and not destroy and frighten. Just see Avhat a ruin you have made ; all Daisy's pretty dolls, Demi's soldiers, and Rob's new village, besides poor Teddy's pet lamb, and dear old Annabella. I shall have to write up in the nursery the verse that used to come in the boxes of toys — ' The children of Holland take pleasure in maldng, What the cliildren of Boston take pleasure in breaking.* Only I shall put Plumfield instead of Boston." " We never will again, truly, truly ! " cried the repent- ant little sinners, much abashed at this reproof. "Demi told us to," said Rob. "Well, I heard Uncle tell about the Greece people, who had altars and things, and so I wanted to be like them, only I hadn't any live creatures to sackeiTyfice, so we burnt up our toys." " Dear me, that is something like the bean story," said Aunt Jo, laughing again. 132 LITTLE MEN. " Tell abont it." suofsjested Daisv, to chansre the snb- ject. '' Once there "vras a poor woman who had three or four little children, and she used to lock them np in her room when she went out to work, to keep them safe. One day when she was going away she said, ' Xow, my dears, don't let baby fall out of window, don't play with the matches, and don't put beans up your noses.' Xow the childi-en had never dreamed of doing that last thing, but she put it into their heads, and the minute she was gone, they ran and stuffed their naughty httle noses ftdl of beans, just to see how it felt, and she found them all criTng when she came home." '• Did it hurt ? " asked Rob, with such intense interest that his mother hastily added a warning sequel, lest a new e-iition of the bean story should appear in her own family. "Very much, as I know, for when my mother told me this story, I was so silly that I went and tried it my- self. I had no beans, so I took some little pebbles, and poked several into my nose. I did not like it at all, and wanted to take them out again xevx soon, but one would not come, and I was so ashamed to tell what a choose I had been that I went for hours with the stone c hurting me very much. At last the pain got so bad I had to tell, and when my mother could not get it out the doctor came. Then I was put in a chair and heLl tisrht, Rob, while he used his ugly httle pincers till the stone hopped out. Dear me I how my wretched httle nose did ache, and how people laughed at me ! " and Mrs. Jo shook her head in a dismal way, as if the mem- orv of her suffeiinsps was too much for her. PBANKS AND PLAYS. 133 Rob looked deeply impressed and I am glad to say- took the warning to heart. Demi proposed that they should bury j^oor Annabella, and in the interest of the funeral Teddy forgot his fright. Daisy was soon con- soled by another batch of dolls from Aunt Amy, and the Xaughty Kitty-mouse seemed to be appeased by the last offerings, for she tormented them no more. " Brops " was the name of a new and absorbing play, invented by Bangs. As this interesting animal is not to be found in any Zoological Garden, unless Du Chaillu has recently brought one from the Avilds of Afiica, I will mention a few of its peculiar habits and traits, for the benefit of inquiring minds. The Brop is a winged quadruped, with a human face of a youthful and meiTy aspect. When it walks the earth it grunts, when it soars it gives a shrill hoot, occasionally it goes erect, and talks good English. Its body is usually covered with a substance much resembling a shawl, sometimes red, sometimes blue, often inlaid, and, strange to say, they frequently change skins with one another. On their heads they have a horn very like a stiff broT\Ti paper lamp-lighter. Wings of the same substance flap upon their shoulders when they fly ; this is never very far from the ground, as they usually fall with violence if they attempt any lofty flights. They browse over the earth, but can sit up and eat like the squirrel. Their favorite nourishment is the seed-cake ; apples also are freely taken, and sometimes raw carrots are nibbled when food is scarce. They live in dens, where they have a sort of nest, much like a clothes-basket, in which the little Brops play till their mngs are grown. These singular animals quarrel at times, and it is on these 134 LITTLE MEN. occasions that they burst into human speech, call each other names, cry, scold, and sometimes tear off horns and skin, declaring fiercely that they "won't play." The few privileged persons who have studied them are inclined to think them a remarkable mixture of the monkey, the sphinx, the roc, and the queer creatures seen by the famous Peter Wilkins. This game was a great favorite, and the younger children beguiled many a rainy afternoon flapping or creeping about the nursery, acting like little bedlamites and being as merry as Jittle grigs. To be sure, it was rather hard uj)on clothes, particularly trouser-knees and jacket-elbows; but Mrs. Bhaer only said, as she patched and darned — " We do things just as foolish, and not half so harm- less. If I could get as much hapj^iness out of it as the little dears do, I 'd be a Broj^ myself." Nat's favorite amusements were working in his gar- den, and sitting in the willow-tree with his violin, for that green nest was a fairy world to him, and there he loved to perch, making music like a hapj)y bird. The lads called him " Old Chirper," because he was always humming, whistling, or fiddling, and they often stoi3ped a minute in their work or play to listen to the soft tones of the violin, which seemed to lead a little orchestra of summer sounds. The birds appeared to regard him as one of themselves, and fearlessly sat on the fence or lit among the boughs to watch him with their quick bright eyes. The robins in the api)le-tree near by evi- dently considered him a friend, for the father bird hunted insects close beside him, and the little mother brooded as confidingly over her blue eggs as if the boy PRANKS AND PLAYS, 135 was only a new sort of blackbird, who cheered her pa- tient watch with Ms song. The brown brook baobled and sparkled below him, the bees haunted the clover fields on either side, friendly faces peeped at him as they passed, the old house stretched its wide wings hos- pitably toward him, and with a blessed sense of rest and love, and happiness, Nat dreamed for hours in this nook, unconscious what healthful miracles were being wi'ought upon him. One listener he had who never tired, and to whom he was more than a mere schoolmate. Poor Billy's chief delight was to lie beside the brook, watching leaves and bits of foam dance by, listening dreamily to the music in the willow-tree. He seemed to think Nat a sort of angel who sat aloft and sang, for a few baby memories still lingered in his mind and seemed to grow brighter at these times. Seeing the interest he took in Nat, Mr. Bhaer begged him to help them lift the cloud from the feeble brain by this gentle spell. Glad to do any thing to show his gratitude, Nat always smiled on Billy when he followed him about, and let him listen undisturbed to the music which seemed to speak a language he could understand. "Help one another," was a favorite Plumfield motto, and Nat learned how much sweetness is added to life by trying to live up to it. Jack Ford's peculiar pastime was buying and selling ; and he bid fair to follow in the footsteps of his uncle, a country merchant, who sold a little of every thing and made money fast. Jack had seen the sugar sanded, the molasses watered, the butter mixed with lard, and things of that kind, and labored under the delusion 136 LITTLE MEN. that it was all a proper part of the business. His stock in trade was of a different sort, but he made as much as he could out of every worm he sold, and always got the best of the bargain when he traded with the boys for string, knives, fish-hooks, or what- ever the article might be. The boys, who all had nicknames, called him " Skinflint," but Jack did not care as long as the old tobacco-pouch in which he kept his money grew heavier and heavier. He established a sort of auction-room, and now and then sold off all the odds and ends he had collected, or helped the lads exchange things with one another. He got bats, balls, hockey-sticks, &c., cheap, from one set of mates, furbished them up, and let them for a few cents a time to another set, often extending his business beyond the gates of Plumfield in S2Dite of the rules. Mr. Bhaer put a stoj) to some of his siDCculations, and tried to give him a better idea of business talent than mere sharpness in overreaching his neighbors. Now and then Jack made a bad bargain, and felt worse about it than about any failure in lessons or conduct, and took his revenge on the next innocent customer who came along. His account-book was a cuiiosity ; and his quickness at figures quite remarkable. Mr. Bhaer j^raised him for this, and tried to make his sense of honesty and honor as quick; and, by and by, when Jack found .that he could not get on without these virtues, he o^^Tied that his teacher Avas right. Cricket and football the boys had of course — but, after the stirring accounts of these games in the immor- tal " Tom Brown at Rugby," no feeble female pen may venture to do more than respectfully allude to them. PRANKS AND PLAYS. 137 Emil spent his holidays on the river or the pond, and drilled the elder lads for a race with certain town boys, who now and then invaded their territory. The race duly came off, but as it ended in a general shij^wreck, it was not mentioned in public ; and the Commodore had serious thoughts of retiring to a desert island, so disgusted was he with his kind for a time. No desert island being convenient, he was forced to remain among his friends, and found consolation in building a boat-house. The little girls indulged in the usual plays of their age, improving upon them somewhat as their lively fancies suggested. The chief and most absorbing play was called " Mrs. Shakespeare Smith ; " the name was provided by Aunt Jo, but the trials of the poor lady were quite original. Daisy was Mrs. S. S., and Nan by turns her daughter or a neighbor, Mrs. Giddygaddy. No pen can describe the adventures of these ladies, for in one short afternoon their family was the scene of births, marriages, deaths, floods, earthquakes, tea- parties, and balloon ascensions. Millions of miles did these energetic women travel, dressed in hats and habits never seen before by mortal eye, perched on the bed, driving the posts like mettlesome steeds, and bouncing up and doAvn till their heads spun. Fits and fires were the pet afilictions, with a general mas- sacre now and then by way of change. Nan was never tired of inventing fresh combinations, and Daisy followed her leader Avith blind admiration. Poor Teddy was a frequent victim, and was often rescued from real danger, for the excited ladies were apt to forget that he was not of the same stuff as their long- 138 LITTLE MEN. suffering dolls. Once lie was shut into a closet for a dungeon, and forgotten by the girls, who ran off to some out-of-door game. Another time he was half drowned in the bath-tub, playing be a " cunning little whale." And, worst of all, he was cut down just in time after being hung up for a robber. But the institution most patronized by all was the Club. It had no other name, and it needed none, being the only one in the neighborhood. The elder lads got it ujD, and the younger were occasionally admitted if they behaved well. Tommy and Demi were honorary members, but were always obliged to retire unpleas- antly early, owing to circumstances over which they had no control. The proceedings of this club were somewhat pecuUar, for it met at all sorts of j)laces and hours, had all manner of queer ceremonies and amuse- ments, and now and then was broken up tempestuously, only to be re-established, however, on a firmer basis. Rainy evenings the members met in the school -room, and j^assed the time in games : chess, morris, backgam- mon, fencing matches, recitations, debates, or dramatic performances of a darkly tragical nature. In summer the barn was the rendezvous, and what went on there no uninitiated mortal knows. On sultry evenings the Club adjourned to the brook for aquatic exercises, and the members sat about in airy attire, frog-like and cool. On such occasions the speeches were unusually elo- quent, quite flomng, as one might say ; and if any ora- tor's remarks displeased the audience, cold water was thrown upon him till his ardor was effectually quenched. Franz was president, and maintained order admirably, considering the um-uly nature of the members. Mr. PRANKS AND FLATS. 139 Bhaer never interfered with their aifairs, and was re- warded for this wise forbearance by being invited now and then to behold the mysteries unveiled, which he appeared to enjoy much. When Nan came she wished to join the Club, and caused great excitement and division among the gen- tlemen by presenting endless petitions, both written and spoken, disturbing their solemnities by insulting them through the keyhole, j^erforming vigorous solos on the door, and writing up derisive remarks on Avails and fences, for she belonged to the " Irrejjressibles." Finding these appeals vain, the girls, by the advice of Mrs. Jo, got up an institution of their own, which they called the Cosy Club. To this they magnanimously invited the gentlemen whose youth excluded them fi-om the other one, and entertained these favored beings so well with little suppers, new games devised by Nan, and other j^leasing festivities, that, one by one, the elder boys confessed a desire to partake of these more elegant enjoyments, and, after much consultation, finally decided to propose an interchange of civilities. The members of the Cosy Club were invited to adorn the rival establishment on certain evenino^s, and to the surprise of the gentlemen their presence was not found to be a restraint upon the conversation or amusement of the regular frequenters ; which could not be said of all Clubs, I fancy. The ladies responded handsomely and hospitably to these overtures of peace, and both institutions flourished long and happily. CHAPTER IX. DAISY'S BALL. " IVr^^* SHAI^SPEARE SMITH tfouM like to -'-▼J- have Mr. John Brooke, Mr. Thomas Bangs, and Mr. Nathaniel Blake to come to her ball at three o'clock to-day. '■'■ J^.jS. — Nat must bring his fiddle, so we can dance, and all the boys must be good, or they cannot have any of the nice things we have cooked." This elegant invitation would, I fear, have been de- clined, but for the hint given in the last line of the postscript. " They have been cooking lots of goodies, I smelt 'em. Let 's go," said Tommy. " We needn't stay after the feast, you know," added Demi. " I never went to a ball. What do you have to do ? " asked Nat. " Oh, we just play be men, and sit round stiff and stupid like grown-up folks, and dance to j^lease the girls. Then we eat up every thing, and come away as soon as we can." " I think I could do that," said Nat, after considering Tommy's descrijDtion for a minute. DAISTS BALL, 141 " I '11 write and say we '11 come ; " and Demi despatched the following gentlemanly reply — " We will all come. Please have lots to eat. — J. B. Esquire." Great was the anxiety of the ladies about their first ball, because if every thing went well they intended to give a dinner-party to the chosen few. " Aunt Jo likes to have the boys play with us, if they are not rough ; so we must make them like our balls, then they will do them good," said Daisy, with her maternal air, as she set the table and surveyed the store of refreshments with an anxious eye. "Demi and Nat will be good, but Tommy will do something bad, I know he will," replied Nan, shaking her head over the httle cake-basket which she was arransfinoj. "Then I shall send him right home," said Daisy, with decision. " People don't do so at parties, it isn't proper." " I shall never ask him any more." " That would do. He'd be sorry not to come to the dinner-ball, wouldn't he ? " " I guess he would ! we '11 have the splendidest things ever seen, won't we? Real soup with a ladle and a tureem (she meant tureen) and a little bird for turkey, and gravy, and all kinds of nice vegytubbles." Daisy never could say vegetables properly, and had given up trying. " It is 'most three, and we ought to dress," said Nan, who had arranged a fine costume for the occasion, and was anxious to wear it. " I am the mother, so I shan't dress up much," said 142 LITTLE MEN. Daisy, putting on a night-cap ornamented with a red bow, one of her Aunt's long skirts, and a shawl ; a pair of spectacles, and a large pocket handkerchief comiDleted her toilette, making a plumj), rosy, Httle matron of her. Nan had a wreath of artificial flowers, a pair of old pink slij)j)ers, a yellow scarf, a green muslin skirt, and a fan made of feathers from the duster ; also, as a last touch of elegance, a smelling-bottle without any smell in it. " I am the daughter, so I rig up a good deal, and I must sing and dance, and talk more than you do. The mothers only get the tea and be proper, you know." A sudden very loud knock caused Miss Smith to fly into a chair, and fan herself violently, while her mamma sat bolt upright on the sofa, and tried to look quite calm and " proper." Little Bess, who was on a \dsit, acted the part of maid, and oj^ened the door, sajdng with a smile, " Wart in gemplemun, it 's all weady." In honor of the occasion, the boys wore high paper collars, tall black hats, and gloves of every color and material, for they were an afterthought, and not a boy among them had a perfect pair. " Good day, mum," said Demi, in a deep voice, which was so hard to kee2D up that his remarks had to be extremely brief. Every one shook hands and then sat down, looking so funny, yet so sober, that the gentlemen forgot their manners, and rolled in their chairs with laughter. " Oh don't ! " cried Mrs. Smith, much distressed. " You can't ever come again if you act so," added BAISrS BALL. 143 Miss Smith, rapping Mr. Bangs with her bottle because he laughed loudest. " I can't help it, you look so like fury," gasped Mr. Bangs, with most uncourteous candor. " So do you, but I shouldn't be so rude as to say so. He shan't come to the dinner-ball, shall he, Daisy ? " cried Nan, indignantly. " I think we had better dance now. Did you bring your fiddle, sir ? " asked Mrs. Smith, trying to preserve her polite composure. " It is outside the door," and Nat went to get it. "Better have tea first," proposed the unabashed Tommy, winking openly at Demi to remind him that the sooner the refreshments were secured the sooner they could escape. " No, we never have supper first ; and if you don't dance well you won't have any supper at all, not 07ie hit^ sir" said Mrs. Smith, so sternly that her wild guests saw she was not to be trifled with, and grew overwhelm- ingly civil all at once. "J" will take Mr. Bangs and teach him the polka, for he does not know it fit to be seen," added the hostess, with a reproachful look that sobered Tommy at once. Nat struck up, and the ball opened with two couples, who went conscientiously through a somewhat varied dance. The ladies did well, because they liked it, but the gentlemen excited themselves from more selfish motives, for each felt that he must earn his supper, and labored manfully toward that end. When every one was out of breath they were allowed to rest; and, indeed, poor Mrs. Smith needed it, for her long dress V. 144 LITTLE MEN, had tripped her up many times. The httle m.aid passed round molasses and water in such small cups that one guest actually emjDtied nine. I refrain from mention- ing his name, because this mild beverage affected him so much that he put cup and all into his mouth at the ninth round, and choked himself publicly. "You must ask Nan to play and sing now," said Daisy to her brother, who sat looking very much like an owl, as he gravely regarded the festive scene between his high collars. '• Give us a song, mum," said the obedient guest, secretly wondering where the piano was. Miss Smith sailed uj) to an old secretary which stood in the room, threw back the lid of the writing-desk, and sitting down before it, accompanied herself with a vigor which made the old desk rattle as she sang that new and lovely song, beginning — " Gaily the troubadour Touched his guitar. As he was hastening Home from the war." The gentlemen applauded so enthusiastically that she gave them " Bounding Billows," " Little Bo-Peep," and other gems of song, till they were obliged to hint that they had had enough. Grateful for the praises bestowed upon her daughter, Mrs. Smith graciously announced — ^^ Now we will have tea. Sit down carefully, and don't grab." It was beautiful to see the air of pride with which the good lady did the honors of her table, and the calmness with which she bore the little mishaps that DAISrS BALL. 145 occurred. The best pie flew wildly on to the floor when she tried to cut it with a very dull knife ; the bread and butter vanished with a rapidity calculated to dismay a housekeeper's soul ; and, worst of all, the custards were so soft that they had to be di'unk up, instead of being eaten elegantly with the new tin spoons. I grieve to state that Miss Smith squabbled with the maid for the best jumble, which caused Bess to toss the whole dish into the air, and burst out crying amid a rain of falling cakes. She was comforted by a seat at the table, and the sugar-bowl to empty; but during this flurry a large plate of patties was mysteriously lost, and could not be found. They were the chief ornament of the feast, and Mrs. Smith was indignant at the loss, for she had made them herself, and they were beautiful to behold. I put it to any lady if it was not hard to have one dozen delicious patties (made of flour, salt, and water, with a largo raisin in the middle of each, and much sugar over the whole) swept away at one fell swoop ? "You hid them. Tommy; I know you did!" cried the outraged hostess, threatening her suspected guest with the milk-pot. "I didn't!" "You did!" " It isn't proper to contradict," said Kan, who was hastily eating up the jelly during the fray. " Give them back, Demi," said Tommy. " That 's a fib, you 've got them in your own pocket," bawled Demi, roused by the false accusation. " Let 's take 'em away from him. It 's too bad to 10 146 LITTLE MEN. make Daisy cry," suggested Nat, who found Ms first ball more exciting than he expected. Daisy was akeady weeping, Bess like a devoted ser- vant mingled her tears with those of her mistress, and Kan denounced the entire race of boys as "plaguey things." Meanwhile the battle raged among the gentle- men, for, when the two defenders of innocence fell upon the foe, that hardened youth intrenched himself behind a table and pelted them with the stolen tarts, which were very effective missiles, being nearly as hard as bullets. While his ammunition held out the besieged prospered, but the moment the last patty flew over the parapet, the Adllain was seized, dragged howling from the room, and cast upon the hall floor in an ignomini- ous heap. The conquerors then returned flushed with victory, and while Demi consoled poor Mrs. Smith, Nat and Nan collected the scattered tarts, replaced each raisin in its proper bed, and rearranged the dish so that it really looked almost as well as ever. But their glory had departed, for the sugar was gone, and no one cared to eat them after the insult ofiered to them. " I guess we had better go," said Demi, suddenly, as Aunt Jo's voice was heard on the stairs. " P'raps we had," and Nat hastily dropped a stray jumble that he had just picked up. But Mrs. Jo was among them before the retrent was accomplished, and into her sympathetic ear the young ladies poured the story of their woes. '' No more balls for these boys till they have atoned for this bad behavior by doing something kind to you," said Mrs. Jo, shaking her head at the three culprits. " We were only in fun," began Demi. DAISY'S BALL. 147 " I don't like fun that makes other people unhappy. I am disappomted in you, Demi, for I hoped you would never learn to tease Daisy. Such a kind little sister as she is to you." " Boys always tease their sisters ; Tom says so," mut- tered Demi. " I don't intend that my boys shall, and I must send Daisy home if you cannot play happily together," said Aunt Jo, soberly. At this awful threat, Demi sidled up to his sister, and Daisy hastily dried her tears, for to be separated was the worst misfortune that could happen to the twins. " Nat was bad too, and Tommy was baddest of all," observed Nan, fearing that two of the sinners would not get their fair share of punishment. " I am sorry," said Nat, much ashamed. " I ain't ! " bawled Tommy through the keyhole, where he was listening, with all his might. Mrs. Jo wanted very much to laugh, but kept her countenance, and said imj^ressively, as she pointed to the door — " You can go, boys, but remember, you are not to speak to or play vrith the little girls till I give you leave. You don't deserve the pleasure, so I forbid it." The ill-mannered young gentlemen hastily retired to be received outside with derision and scorn by the un- repentant Bangs, who would not associate with them for at least fifteen minutes. Daisy was soon consoled for the failure of her ball, but lamented the edict that parted her from her brother, and mourned over his short-comings in her tender httle heart. Nan rather 148 LITTLE MEN. enjoyed the trouble, and went about turning up her pug nose at the three, especially Tommy, who pretended not to care, and loudly proclaimed his satisfaction at being rid of those " stupid girls." But in his secret soul he soon rej)ented of the rash act that caused this banishment from the society he loved, and every hour of separation taught him the value of the " stupid girls." The others gave in very soon, and longed to be friends, for now there was no Daisy to pet and cook for them; no ISTan to amuse and doctor them; and, worst of all, no Mrs. Jo to make home pleasant and hfe easy for them. To their great affliction, Mrs. Jo seemed to consider herself one of the offended girls, for she hardly spoke to the outcasts, looked as if she did not see them when she passed, and was always too busy now to attend to their requests. This sudden and entire exile from favor cast a gloom over their souls, for when Mother Bhaer deserted them, their sun had set at noon-day, as it were, and they had no refuge left. This unnatural state of things actually lasted for three days, then they could bear it no longer, and fear- ing that the eclipse might become total, went to Mr, Bhaer for help and counsel. It is my private opinion that he had received instruc- tions how to behave if the case should be laid before him. But no one suspected it, and he gave the afflicted boys some advice, which they gratefully accepted and carried out in the following manner : — Secluding themselves in the garret, they devoted several play-hours to the manufacture of some myste- rious machine, which took so much paste that Asia DAISY'S BALL, 149 grumbled, and the little girls wondered mightily, Nan nearly got her inquisitive nose pinched in the door, trying to see what was going on, and Daisy sat about, openly lamenting that they could not all play nicely together, and not have any dreadful secrets. Wednes- day afternoon was fine, and after a good deal of con- sultation about Avind and Aveather, Nat and Tommy went off, bearing an immense flat parcel hidden under many newsjiapers. Nan nearly died Avith su23pressed curiosity, Daisy nearly cried Avith vexation, and both quite trembled Avith interest AA^hen Demi marched into Mrs. Bhaer's room, hat in hand, and said, in the politest tone possible to a mortal boy of his years, — " Please, Aunt Jo, would you and the girls come out to a suri^rise party we haA^e made for you ? Do, it 's a veri/ nice one." "Thank you, we Avill come A\'ith j^leasure; only, I must take Teddy Avith me," replied Mrs. Bhaer, Avith a smile that cheered Demi like sunshine after rain. "We'd like to have him. The httle Avagon is all ready for the girls ; and you won't mind walking just up to Pennyroyal Hill, Avill you. Aunty ? " " I should like it exceedingly ; but are you quite sure I shall not be in the way ? " " Oh no, indeed ! we want you A'^ery much ; and the party Avill be spoilt if you don't come," cried Demi, Avith great earnestness. " Thank you kindly, sir ; " and Aunt Jo made him a grand curtsey, for she liked frolics as Avell as any of them. " Now, young ladies, we must not keep them waiting ; on with the hats, and let us be off at once. I 'm all impatience to know what the sm-prise is." 150 LITTLE MEN. As IMrs. Bhaer spoke ereiy one bustled about, and in five minutes the three little girls and Teddy were packed into the "clothes-basket," as they called the wicker wagon which Toby drew. Demi walked at the head of the procession, and Mrs. Jo brought up the rear, escorted by Kit. It was a most imposing party, I assure you, for Toby had a red feather-duster in his head, two remarkable flags waved over the carriage. Kit had a blue bow on his neck, which nearly drove hun wild, Demi wore a nosegay of dandehons in his buttonhole, and Mrs. Jo carried the queer Japanese umbrella in honor of the occasion. The girls had little flutters of excitement all the way ; and Teddy was so charmed with the drive that he kept droj)ping his hat overboard, and when it was taken from him he prepared to tumble out himself, evidently feel- ing that it behooved him to do something for the amuse- ment of the party. When they came to the hill " nothing was to be seen but the grass blowing in the ^vind," as the faiiy books say, and the children looked disappointed. But Demi said, m his most impressive manner, — " Now, you all get out and stand still, and the sur- prise party will come in ; " with which remark he re- tired behind a rock, over which heads had been bobbing at intervals for the last half-hour. A short pause of intense suspense, and then Xat, Demi, and Tommy marched forth, each bearing a new kite, which they jDresented to the three young ladies. Shrieks of delight arose, but were silenced by the boys, who said, with faces brimful of merriment, " That isn't all the surprise ; " and, running behind the rock again, DAISrS BALL. 151 emerged bearing a fourth kite of superb size, on which was printed, in bright yellow letters, "For Mother Bhaer." " We thought you 'd like one too, because you were ano-ry with us, and took the girls' part," cried all three, shaking with laughter, for this part of the affair evi- dently teas a surprise to Mrs. Jo. She clapped her hands, and joined in the laugh, looking thoroughly tickled at the joke. "Now boys, that is regularly splendid! Who did think of it?" she asked, receiving the monster kite with as much pleasure as the little girls did theirs. " Uncle Fritz proposed it when we planned to make the others ; he said you 'd Hke it, so we made a boun- cer," answered Demi, beammg with satisfaction at the success of the plot. "Uncle Fritz knows what I like. Yes, these are magnificent kites, and we were wishing we had some the other day when you were flying yours, weren't we, girls ? " " That 's why we made them for you," cried Tommy, standing on his head as the most appropriate way of expressing his emotions. " Let us fly them," said energetic Nan. " I don't know how," began Daisy. " We '11 show you, we want to ! " cried all the boys in a burst of devotion, as Demi took Daisy's, Tommy Nan's, and Nat, with difficulty, j)ersuaded Bess to let go her little blue one. " Aunty, if you will wait a minute, we '11 pitch yours for you," said Demi, feeling that Mrs. Bhaer's favor must not be lost again by any neglect of theirs. 152 LITTLE MEN, " Bless your buttons, dear, I know all about it ; and here is a boy who will toss up for me," added Mrs. Jo, as the professor peeped over the rock with a face full of fun. He came out at once, tossed up the big kite, and Mrs. Jo ran off with it in fine style, while the cliildren stood and enjoyed the spectacle. One by one all the kites went up, and floated far overhead Hke gay birds, balanc- ing themselves on the fresh breeze that blew steadily over the hill. Such a merry time as they had ! running and shouting, sending up the kites or pulling them down, watching their antics in the air, and feeling them tug at the string like live creatures trying to escape. Nan was quite wild with the fun, Daisy thought the new play nearly as interesting as dolls, and little Bess was so fond of her " boo tite," that she would only let it go on very short flights, preferring to hold it in her lap and look at the remarkable pictures painted on it by Tommy's dashing brush. Mrs. Jo enjoyed hers immensely, and it acted as if it knew who owned it, for it came tumbling down head first when least ex- pected, caught on trees, nearly pitched into the river, and finally darted away to such a height that it looked a mere speck among the clouds. By and by every one got tired, and fastening the kite strings to trees and fences, all sat down to rest, except Mr. Bhaer, who went off to look at the cows, with Teddy on his shoulder. " Did you ever have such a good time as this before ? " asked Nat, as they lay about on the grass, nibbling pennyroyal like a flock of sheep. " Not since I last flew a kite, years ago, when I was a girl," answered Mrs. Jo. JDAISrS BALL. 153 " I 'd like to have known you when you were a girl, you must have been so jolly," said Nat. " I was a naughty little girl, I am sorry to say." " I like naughty little girls," observed Tommy, look- ing at Nan, who made a frightful grimace at him in return for the compliment. •' Why don't I remember you then. Aunty ? Was I too young ? " asked Demi. " Rather, deai-." " I suppose my naemory hadn't come then. Grandpa says that different parts of the mind unfold as we grow up, and the memory part of my mind hadn't unfolded w^hen you were httle, so I can't remember how you looked," explained Demi. " Now, little Socrates, you had better keep that ques- tion for grandpa, it is beyond me," said Aunt Jo, put- ting on the extinguisher. " Well, I will, he knows about those things, and you don't," returned Demi, feeling that on the whole kites were better adapted to the comprehension of the pres- ent company. " Tell about the last time you flew a kite," said Nat, for Mrs. Jo had laughed as she spoke of it, and he thought it might be interesting. " Oh, it was only rather funny, for I was a great girl of fifteen, and was ashamed to be seen at such a play. So Uncle Teddy and I privately made our kites, and stole away to fly them. We had a capital time, and were resting as we are now, when suddenly we heard voices, and saw a party of young ladies and gentlemen coming back from a pic-nic. Teddy did not mind, though he was rather a large boy to be playing with a kite, but I 154 ' LITTLE MEN. was in a great flurry, for I knew I should be sadly- laughed at, and never hear the last of it, because my wild ways amused the neighbors as mudi as Nan's do us. " ' What shall I do ? ' I whispered to Teddy, as the voices di-ew nearer and nearer. " ' I '11 show you,' he said, and whipj)ing out his knife he cut the strings. Away flew the kites, and when the j)eople came up we were picking flowers as proj^erly as you please. They never suspected us, and we had a grand laugh over our narrow escape." "Were the kites lost. Aunty?" asked Daisy. " Quite lost, but I did not care, for I made up my mind that it would be best to wait till I was an old lady before I played with kites again ; and you see I have Avaited," said Mrs. Jo, beginning to pull in the big kite, for it was getting late. " Must we go now ? " "I must, or you won't have^any supper; and that sort of surprise party would not suit you, I think, my chickens." " Hasn't our party been a nice one ? " asked Tommy, complacently. " Splendid ! " answered every one. " Do you know why ? It is because your guests have behaved themselves, and tried to make every thing go well. You understand what I mean, don't you ? " " Yes 'm," was all the boys said, but they stole a shamefaced look at one another, as they meekly shoul- dered their kites and walked home, thinking of another party where the guests had not behaved themselves, and things had gone badly on account of it. CHAPTER X. HOME AGAIN. JULY had come, and haying begun ; the little gar- dens were doing finely, and the long summer days were full of pleasant hours. The house stood open from morning till night, and the lads lived out of doors, except at school time. The lessons were short, and there were many holidays, for the Bhaers believed in cultivating healthy bodies by much exercise, and our short summers are best used in out-of-door work. Such a rosy, sunburnt, hearty set as the boys became ; such appetites as they had ; such sturdy arms and legs, as outgrew jackets and trousers; such laughing and racing all over the place ; such antics in house and barn ; such adventures in the tramps over hill and dale ; and such satisfaction in the hearts of the Avorthy Bhaers, as they saw their flock prospering in mind and body, I cannot begin to describe. Only one thing was needed to make them quite happy, and it came when they least ex- pected it. One balmy night when the little lads were in bed, the elder ones bathing down at the brook, and Mrs. Bhaer undressing Teddy in her parlor, he suddenly cried out, " Oh, my Danny ! " and pointed to the window, where the moon shone brightly. 156 LITTLE MEN, " No, lovey, lie is not there, it was the pretty moon," said his mother. " Xo, no, Danny at a window ; Teddy saw him," per- sisted baby, much excited. " It might haye been," and ISlrs. Bhaer hunied to the window, hoping it would proye true. But the face was gone, and nowhere aiDj)eared any signs of a mortal boy ; she called his name, ran to the fi-ont door with Teddy in his httle shiii:, and made him call too, think- ing the baby yoice might haye more effect than lier own. Xo one answered, nothing appeared, and they went back much disapjDointed. Teddy would not be satisfied with the moon, and after he was in his crib kept poppmg ujD his head to ask if Danny was not " tummin' soon." By and by he fell asleep, the lads trooped up to bed, the house gTew still, and nothing but the chirp of the crickets broke the soft silence of the summer night. Mrs. Bhaer sat sewing, for the big basket was always piled with socks, fiill of portentous holes, and thinking of the lost boy. She had decided that baby had been mistaken, and did not eyen distm-b ]Mi\ Bhaer by telhng him of the child's fancy, for the poor man got Uttle time to himself till the boys were abed, and he was busy writing letters. It was past ten when she rose to shut up the house. As she paused a minute to enjoy the lovely scene from the steps, something white caught her eye on one of the hay-cocks scattered oyer the lawn. The children had been playing there all the afternoon, and, fancymg that Xan had left her hat as usual, Mrs. Bhaer Avent out to get it. But as she approached, she saw that it was neither hat nor handkerchief, but a EOME AGAIN. 157 shirt sleeve vAt\\ a brown hand sticking out of it. She hurried round the hay-cock, and there lay Dan, fast asleep. Ragged, dirty, thin, and worn-out he looked ; one foot was bare, the other tied up in the old gingham jacket which he had taken fi-om his own back to use as a clumsy bandage for some hurt. He seemed to have hidden himself behind the hay-cock, but in his sleep had thrown out the arm that had betrayed him. He sighed and muttered as if his dreams disturbed him, and once when he moved, he groaned as if in pain, but still slept on quite spent with weariness. " He must not lie here," said Mrs. Bhaer, and stoop- ing over him she gently called his name. He opened his eyes and looked at her, as if she was a part of his dream, for he smiled and said drowsily, " Mother Bhaer, I 've come home." The look, the words touched her very much, and she put her hand under his head to lift him up, saying in her cordial way — " I thought you would, and I 'm so glad to see you, Dan." He seemed to wake thoroughly then, and started up looking about him as if he suddenly remembered where he was, and doubted even that kind welcome. His face changed, and he said in his old rough way — " I was going off in the morning. I only stopped to peek in, as I went by." " But why not come in, Dan ? Didn't you hear us call you ? Teddy saw, and cried for you." "Didn't suppose you'd let me in," he said, fimibling Tv-ith a little bundle which he had taken up as if going immediately. 158 LITTLE MEN. " Try and see," was all Mrs. Bhaer answered, holding out her hand and pointing to the door, where the light shone hospitably. With a long breath, as if a load was off his mind, Dan took up a stout stick, and began to limp towards the house, but stopped suddenly, to say inquiringly — "Mr. Bhaer won't like it. I ran away from Page." "He knows it, and was sorry, but it will make no difference. Are you lame? " asked Mrs. Jo, as he limped on again. " Getting over a wall a stone fell on my foot and smashed it. I don't mind," and he did his best to hide the pain each stej) cost him. Mrs. Bhaer helped him into her own room, and, once there, he dropped into a chair, and laid his head back, white and faint with weariness and suffering. " My poor Dan ! drink this, and then eat a little ; you are at home now, and Mother Bhaer will take good care of you," He only looked up at her with eyes full of gratitude, as he drank the wine she held to his lips, and then be- gan slowly to eat the food she brought him. Each mouthful seemed to put heart into him, and presently he began to talk as if anxious to have her know all about him. " Where have you been, Dan ? " she asked, beginning to get out some bandages. " I ran off more 'n a month ago. Page was good enough, but too strict. I didn't like it, so I cut away down the river with a man who was going in his boat. That's why they couldn't tell where I 'd gone. When I left the man, I worked for a couple of weeks with a HOME AGAIN. 159 farmer, but I thrashed his boy, and then the old man thrashed me, and I ran off agam and walked here." "All the way?" " Yes, the man didn't pay me, and I wouldn't ask for it. Took it out in beating the boy," and Dan laughed, yet looked ashamed, as he glanced at his ragged clothes and dirty hands. " How did you live ? It was a long, long tramp for a boy like you." " Oh, I got on well enough, till I hurt my foot. Folks gave me things to eat, and I slept in barns and tramped by day. I got lost trying to make a short cut, or I 'd have been here sooner." " But if you did not mean to come in and stay with us, what were you going to do ? " " I thought I 'd like to see Teddy again, and you ; and then I was going back to my old work in the city, only I was so tired I went to sleep on the hay. I 'd have been gone in the morning, if you hadn't found me." "Are you sorry I did?" and Mrs. Jo looked at him with a half merry, half reproachful look, as she knelt down to look at his wounded foot. The color came up into Dan's face, and he kept his eyes fixed on his plate, as he said very low, " No, ma'am, I 'm glad, I wanted to stay, but I was afraid you " — He did not finish, for Mrs. Bhaer interrupted him by an exclamation of pity, as she saw his foot, for it was seiiously hurt. "When did you doit?" " Three days ago." " And you have walked on it in this state ? " 160 LITTLE MEN. " I had a stick, and I washed it at every brook I came to, and one woman gave me a rag to put on it." " Mr. Bhaer must see and dress it at once," and Mrs. Jo hastened into the next room, leaving the door ajar behind her, so that Dan heard all that passed. " Fritz, that boy has come back." "Who? Dan?" " Yes, Teddy saw him at the window, and we called to him, but he went away and hid behind the hay-cocks on the lawn. I found him there just now fast asleep, and half dead with weariness and pain. He ran away from Page a month ago, and has been making his way to us ever since. He pretends that he did not mean to let us see him, but go on to the city, and his old work, after a look at us. It is evident, however, that the hope of being taken in has led him here through every thing, and there he is waiting to know if you will forgive and take him back." " Did he say so ? " " Ris eyes did, and when I waked him, he said, like a lost child, ' Mother Bhaer, I 've come home.' I hadn't the heart to scold him, and just took him in like a poor little black sheep come back to the fold. I may keep him, Fritz ? " " Of course you may ! This proves to me that we have a hold on the boy's heart, and I would no more send him away now than I would my own Rob." Dan heard a soft little sound, as if Mrs. Jo thanked her husband without words, and, in the instant's silence that followed, two great tears that had slowly gathered - in the boy's eyes brimmed over and rolled down his dusty cheeks. No one saw them, for he brushed them HOME AGAIN. 161 hastily away ; but in that little pause I think Dan's old distrust for these good people vanished for ever, the soft spot in his heart was touched, and he felt an impetuous desire to prove himself worthy of the love and pit}- that was so patient and forgiving. He said nothing, he only wished the wish with all his might, resolved to try in his blind boyish way, and sealed his resolution with the tears which neither pain, fatigue, nor loneliness could wring from him. "Come and see his foot. I am afraid it is badly hurt, for he has kept on three days through heat and dust, with nothing but water and an old jacket to bind it up Tvith. I tell you, Fritz, that boy is a brave lad, and Tvdll make a fine man yet." " I hope so, for your sake, enthusiastic woman, your faith deserves success. Now, I Avill go and see your little Spartan. Where is he ? " " In my room ; but, dear, you '11 be very kind to him, no matter how gruff he seems. I am sure that is the way to conquer him. He won't bear sternness nor much restraint, but a soft word and infinite patience will lead him as it used to lead me." " As if you ever were like this little rascal ! " cried Mr. Bhaer, laughing, yet half angiy at the idea. " I was in spirit, though I showed it in a different way. I seem to know by instinct how he feels, to understand what will win and touch him, and to sym- pathize with his temptations and faults. I am glad I do, for it will help me to help him ; and if I can make a good man of this wild boy, it will be the best work of my life." " God bless the work, and help the worker ! " 11 162 LITTLE MEN. Mr. Bhaer spoke now as earnestly as she had done, and both came in together to find Dan's head down npon his arm, as if he was quite overcome by sleep. But he looked up quickly, and tried to rise as Mr. Bhaer said pleasantly — "So you like Plumfield better than Page's farm. Well, let us see if we can get on more comfortably this time than we did before." " Thanky, sir," said Dan, trying not to be gruff, and finding it easier than he expected. "Now, the foot! Ach! — this is not well. We must have Dr. Firth to-morrow. Warm water, Jo, and old linen." Mr. Bhaer bathed and bound up the wounded foot, while Mrs. Jo prepared the only empty bed in the house. It was in the little guest-chamber leading fi-om the parlor, and often used when the lads were j^oorly, for it saved Mrs. Jo from running up and do^Ti, and the invalids could see what was going on. When it was ready, Mr. Bhaer took the boy in his arms, and carried him in, helped him undress, laid him on the little white bed, and left him with another hand-shake, and a fatherly "Good-night, my .son." Dan dropped asleep at once, and slept heavily for several hours ; then his foot began to throb and ache, and he awoke to toss about uneasily, trying not to gi'oan lest any one should hear him, for he was a brave lad, and did bear pain like " a little SiDartan," as Mr. Bhaer called him. Mrs. Jo had a way of flitting about the house at night, to shut the "v^dndows if the wind grew chilly, to draw mosquito curtains over Teddy, or look after HOME AGAIN, 163 Tommy, who occasionally walked in his sleep. The least noise waked her, and as she often heard imaginary robbers, cats, and conflagrations, the doors stood open all about, so her quick ear caught the sound of Dan's little moans, and she was up in a minute. He was just giving his hot j^iHow a despairing thump when a liglit came glimmering through the hall, and Mrs. Jo crept in, looking like a droll ghost, with her hau- in a great knob on the top of her head, and a long gray dressino'-o-own trailins: behind her. " Are you in pain, Dan ? " " It 's pretty bad ; but I didn't mean to wake you." " I 'm a sort of owl, always flying about at night. Yes, your foot is like fire ; the bandages must be wet again," and away flaj^ped the maternal owl for more cooling stuflT, and a great mug of ice water. "Oh, that's so nice!" sighed Dan, as the wet band- ages went on again, and a long di*aught of water cooled liis thirsty throat. "There, now, sleep your best, and don't be fright- ened if you see me again, for I '11 shp down by and by, and give you another sprinkle." As she spoke, Mrs. Jo stooped to tmn the pillow and smooth the bed-clothes, when, to her great surprise, Dan put his arm round her neck, drew her face down to his, and kissed her, with a broken "Thank you, ma'am," which said more than the most eloquent speech could have done ; for the hasty kiss, the muttered Avords, meant, " I 'm sorry, I will try." She imderstood it, ac- cepted the unspoken confession, and did not spoil it by any token of suqirise. She only remembered that he had no mother, kissed the brown cheek half hidden on 164 LITTLE MEN. the pillow, as if ashamed of that little touch of tender- ness, and left him, saying, what he long remembered, " You are my boy now, and if you choose you can make me proud and glad to say so." Once again, just at dawn, she stole down to find him so fast asleep that he did not wake, and showed no sign of consciousness as she wet his foot, excejDt that the lines of pain smoothed themselves away, and left his face quite peaceful. The day was Sunday, and the house so still that he never waked till near noon, and, looking round him, saw an eager little face peering in at the door. He held out his arms, and Teddy tore across the room to cast himself bodily uj)on the bed, shouting, " My Dan- ny 's tum ! " as he hugged and wriggled with delight. Mrs. Bliaer appeared next, bringing breakfast, and nev- er seeming to see how shamefaced Dan looked at the memory of the little scene last night. Teddy insisted on giving him his " betfus," and fed him like a baby, which, as he was not very hungry, Dan enjoyed very much. Then came the doctor, and the poor Spartan had a bad time of it, for some of the little bones of his foot were injured, and putting them to rights was such a painful job, that Dan's lips were white, and great drops stood on his forehead, though he never cried out, and only held Mrs. Jo's hand so tight that it was red long afterwards. " You must keejD this boy quiet, for a week at least, and not let him put his foot to the ground. By that time, I shall know whether he may hop a little with a crutch, or stick to his bed for a while longer," said Dr. HOME AGAIN, 165 Firth, putting up the shining instruments that Dan did not hke to see. "It will get well sometime, won't it?" he asked, looking alarmed at the word " crutches." "I hope so;" and with that the doctor departed, leaving Dan much depressed ; for the loss of a foot is a dreadful calamity to an active boy. " Don't be troubled, I am a famous nurse, and we will have you tramping about as well as ever in a month," said Mrs. Jo, taking a hopeful view of the case. But the fear of being lame haunted Dan, and even Teddy's caresses did not cheer him ; so Mrs. Jo pro- posed that one or two of the boys should come in and pay him a little visit, and asked whom he would like to see. " Nat and Demi ; I 'd like my hat too, there 's some- thing in it I guess they 'd like to see. I supj^ose you threw away my bundle of plunder ? " said Dan, looking rather anxious as he put the question. " No, I kept it, for I thought they must be treasures of some kind, you took such care of them ; " and Mrs. Jo brought him his old straw hat stuck full of butter- flies and beetles, and a handkerchief containing a col- lection of odd things picked up on his way : birds' eggs, carefully done up in moss, curious shells and stones, bits of fimgus, and several little crabs, in a state of great indignation at their imprisonment. " Could I have something to put these fellers in ? Mr. Hyde and I found 'em, and they are first-rate ones, so I 'd like to keep and watch 'em ; can I ? " asked Dan, forgetting his foot, and laughing to see the crabs go sidling and backing over the bed. 166 LITTLE MEN. " Of course you can ; Polly's old cage will be just the thing. Don't let them nip Teddy's toes while I get it ; " and away went Mrs. Jo, leaving Dan oveijoyed to find that his treasures were not considered rubbish, and thrown away. Nat, Demi, and the cage arrived together, and the crabs were settled in their new house, to the great de- light of the boys, who, in the excitement of the j^er- formance, forgot any awkwardness they might otherwise have felt in greeting the runaway. To these admiring listeners Dan related his adventures much more fiiUy than he had done to the Bhaers. Then he displayed his " plunder," and described each article so well, that Mrs. Jo, who had retired to the next room to leave them free, was surprised and interested, as well as amused, at their boyish chatter. " How much the lad knows of these things ! how ab- sorbed he is in them! and what a mercy it is just now, for he cares so little for books, it would be hard to amuse him while he is laid up ; but the boys can supply him with beetles and stones to any extent, and I am glad to find out this taste of his ; it is a good one, and may per- haps prove the making of him. If he should turn out a great naturalist, and Nat a musician, I should have cause to be proud of this year's work; " and Mrs. Jo sat smiling over her book as she built castles in the air, just as she used to do when a girl, only then they were for herselfj and now they were for other peoj^le, which is the reason perhaps that some of them came to pass in reality — for charity is an excellent foundation to build any thing upon. Nat was most interested in the adventures, but J)enii HOME AGAIN. 167 enjoyed the beetles and butterflies immensely, drinking in the history of their changeful little lives as if it were a new and lovely sort of fairy tale — for, even in his plain way, Dan told it well, and found great satisfaction in the thought that here at least the small philosopher could learn of huu. So interested were they in the ac- count of catching a musk rat, whose skin was among the treasm'es, that Mr. Bhaer had to come himself to tell Nat and Demi it was time for the walk. Dan looked so wistfully after them as they ran off, that Father Bhaer proposed carrying him to the sofa in the parlor for a little change of air and scene. When he was established, and the house quiet, Mrs. Jo, who sat near by showing Teddy j^ictures, said, in an interested tone, as she nodded towards the treasures still in Dan's hands — " Where did you learn so much about these things ? " " I always liked 'em, but didn't know much till Mr. Hyde told me." "Who was Mr. Hyde?" " Oh, he was a man who lived round in the woods studying these things — I don't know what you call him — and wrote about frogs, and fishes, and so on. He stayed at Page's, and used to want me to go and help him, and it was great fun, 'cause he told me ever so much, and was uncommon jolly and wise. Hope I'll see him again sometime." "^I hope you will," said Mrs. Jo, for Dan's face had brightened up, and he was so interested in the matter that he forgot his usual taciturnity. " Why, he could make birds come to him, and rabbits and squirrels didn't mind him any more than if he was 168 LITTLE MEN, a tree. He never hurt 'em, and they seemed to know him. Did you ever tickle ,a hzard with a straw?" asked Dan, eagerly. "^N^o, but I should hke to try it." " Well, I 've done it, and it 's so funny to see 'em turn over and stretch out, they like it so much. Mr. Hyde used to do it; and he'd make snakes listen to him while he whistled, and he knew just when certain flowers would blow, and bees wouldn't sting him, and he 'd tell the wonderfullest things about fish and flies, and the Indians and the rocks." " I think you were so fond of going with Mr. Hyde, you rather neglected Mr. Page," said Mrs. Jo, slyly. " Yes, I did ; I hated to have to weed and hoe when I might be tramping round with Mr. Hyde. Page thought such things silly, and called Mr. Hyde crazy because he 'd lay hours watching a trout or a bird." " Suppose you say lie instead of lay, it is better gi-am- mar," said Mrs. Jo, very gently ; and then added, " Yes, Page is a thorough farmer, and would not understand that a naturalist's work was just as interesting, and j^er- haps just as important as his own. Now, Dan, if you really love these things, as I think you do, and I am glad to see it, you shall have time to study them and books to help you ; but I want you to do something besides, and to do it faithfully, else you will be sorry by and by, and find that you have got to begin again." " Yes, ma'am," said Dan, meekly, and looked a little scared by the serious tone of the last remarks, for he hated books, yet had evidently made up his mind to study any thing she proj^osed. HOME AGAIN, 169 "Do you see that cabinet with twelve drawers in it ? " was the next very unexpected question. Dan did see two tall old-fashioned ones standing on either side of the piano ; he knew them well, and had often seen nice bits of string, nails, brown paper, and such useful matters come out of the various drawers. He nodded and smiled. Mrs. Jo went on — " Well, don't you think those drawers would be good places to put your eggs, and stones, and shells, and lichens ? " " Oh, splendid but you wouldn't like my things 'clutterin' round,' as Mr. Page used to say, would you ? " cried Dan, sitting up to survey the old piece of furniture with sparkling eyes. " I like litter of that sort ; and if I didn't, I should give you the drawers, because I have a regard for chil- dren's little treasures, and think they should be treated respectfully. Now, I am going to make a bargain with you, Dan, and I hope you will keep it honorably. Here are twelve good-sized drawers, one for each month of the year, and they shall be yours as fast as you earn them, by doing the little duties that belong to you. I believe in rewards of a certain kind, esi^ecially for young folks ; they help us along, and though we may begin by being good for the sake of the reward, if it is rightly used, we shall soon leam to love goodness for itself." " Do you have 'em ? " asked Dan, looking as if this was new talk for him. "Yes, indeed! I haven't learnt to get on without tliem yet. My rewards are not drawers, or presents, or liolidays, but they are things which I like as much as 170 LITTLE MEN. you do the others. The good behavior and success of my boys is one of the rewards I love best, and I work for it as I want you to work for your cabinet. Do what you dislike, and do it well, and you get two re- wards — one, the prize you see and hold ; the other, the satisfaction of a duty cheerfully performed. Do you understand that ? " "Yes, ma'am." " We all need these httle helps; so you shall try to do your lessons and yom* work, play kindly with all the boys, and use yom- holidays well ; and if you bring me a good report, or if I see and know it without words — for I 'm quick to sjDy out the good little efforts of my boys — you shall have a compartment in the drawer for your treasures. See, some are already divided into four parts, and I will have the others made in the same way, a place for each week ; and when the drawer is filled with cm-ious and pretty things, I shall be as proud of it as you are; j)rouder, I think — for in the pebbles, mosses, and gay butterflies, I shall see good resolutions carried out, conquered faults, and a j^romise well kept. Shall we do this, Dan?" The boy answered with one of the looks which said touch, for it showed that he felt and understood her wish and words, although he did not know how to ex]Dress his interest and gratitude for such care and kindness. She understood the look, and seeing by the color that flushed up to his forehead that he was touched, as she wished him to be, she said no more about that side of the new plan, but pulled out the upper di'awer, dusted it, and set it on two chairs before the sofa, saying briskly — HOME AGAIN. 171 "Now, let us begin at once by putting those nice beetles in a safe place. These compartments will hold a good deal, you see. I 'd pin the butterflies and bugs round the sides ; they will be quite safe there, and leave room for the heavy things below. I '11 give you some cotton wool, and clean paper and pins, and you can get ready for the week's work." "But I can't go out to find any new things," said Dan, looking piteously at his foot. " That 's true ; never mind, we '11 let these treasures do for this week, and I dare say the boys will bring you loads of things if you ask them." " They don't know the right sort ; besides, if I lay, no, lie here all the time, I can't work and study, and earn my drawers." "There are plenty of lessons you can leani lying there, and several httle jobs of work you can do for me." " Can I ? " and Dan looked both sm*prised and pleased. "You can -learn to be patient and cheerful in spite of pain and no play. You can amuse Teddy for me, wind cotton, read to me when I sew, and do many things without hurting your foot, which will make the days pass quickly, and not be wasted ones." Here Demi ran in with a great butterfly in one hand, and a very ugly httle toad in the other. " Sec, Dan, I found them, and ran back to give them to yon ; aren't they beautiful ones ? " panted Demi, all out of breath. Dan laughed at the toad, and said he had no place to put liim, but the buttei-fly was a beauty, and if Mrs. Jo 172 LITTLE MEN. would give Mm a big pin, he would stick it right up in the drawer. " I don't like to see the poor thing struggle on a pin ; if it must be killed, let us put it out of pain at once wdth a drop of camphor," said Mrs. Jo, getting out the bottle. " I know how to do it — Mr. Hyde always killed 'em that way — but I didn't have any camphor, so I use a pin," and Dan gently poured a drop on the insect's head, when the pale green wings fluttered an instant, and then grew still. This dainty httle execution was hardly over when Teddy shouted from the bedi'oom, " Oh, the httle trabs are out, and the big one 's eaten 'em all up." Demi and his aunt ran to the rescue, and found Teddy dancing excitedly in a chair, while two Uttle crabs were scuttling about the floor, having got through the wii-es of the cage. A third was clinging to the top of the cage, evidently in terror of his life, for below appeared a sad yet funny sight. The big crab had wedged himself into the httle recess where Polly's cup used to stand, and there he sat eating one of his relations in the coolest way. All the claws of the poor victim were pulled off, and he was turned upside down, his upper shell held in one claw close under the mouth of the big crab like a dish, while he leisurely ate out of it with the other claw, pausing now and then to turn his queer bulging eyes fi'om side to side, and to put out a slender tongue and hck them in a way that made the children scream Avith laughter. Mrs. Jo carried the cage in for Dan to see the sight, while Demi caught and confined the wanderers under an inverted wash-bowl. HOME AGAIN. 173 " I '11 have to let these fellers go, for I can't keep 'em in the house," said Dan, with evident regret. " I '11 take care of them for you, if you will tell me how, and they can live in my turtle-tank just as well as not," said Demi, who found them more interesting even than his beloved slow turtles. So Dan gave him direc- tions about the wants and habits of the crabs, and Demi bore them away to introduce them to their new home and neighbors. " What a good boy he is ! " said Dan, carefully settling the first butterfly, and re- membering that Demi had given up his walk to bring it to him. " He ought to be, for a great deal has been done to make him so." " He 's had folks to tell him things, and to help him ; I haven't," said Dan, with a sigh, thinking of his neg- lected childhood, a thing he seldom did, and feeling as if he had not had fan- play somehow. " I know it, dear, and for that reason I don't expect as much fi-om you as from Demi, though he is younger ; you shall have all the helj) that we can give you now, and I hope to teach you how to help yourself in the best way. Have you forgotten what Father Bhaer told you when you were here before, about wanting to be good, and asking God to help you ? " " No, ma'am," very low. "Do you try that Avay still?" " No, ma'am," lower still. " Will you do it every night to please me ? " " Yes, ma'am," very soberly. " I shall depend on it, and I think I shall know if you are fl lithful to your promise, for these things always 174 LITTLE MEN. show to people who believe in them, though not a word is said. Now here is a pleasant story about a boy who hurt his foot worse than you did yours; read it, and see how bravely he bore his trouble." She put that charming little book, "The Crofton Boys," into his hands, and left him for an hour, passing in and out from time to time that he mioht not feel lonely. Dan did not love to read, but soon got so in- terested that he was sui-^msed when the boys came home. Daisy brought him a nosegay of wild flowers, and ISTan insisted on helping bring him his supper, as he lay on the sofa with the door open into the dining- room, so that he could see the lads at table, and they could nod sociably to him over their bread and butter. Mr. Bhaer carried him away to his bed early, and Teddy came in his night-gown to say good-night, for he went to his httle nest with the birds. " I want to say my prayers to Danny ; may I ? " he asked; and when his mother said "Yes," the httle fellow knelt do^m by Dan's bed, and folding his chubby hands, said softly — "Pease Dod bess everybody,c and hep me to be dood." \ Then he went away smihng with sleepy sweetness over his mother's shoulder. But after the evening talk was done, the evening song sung, and the house gi'ew still with beautiful Sunday silence, Dan lay in his pleasant room wide awake, thinking new thoughts, feeling new hopes and desires stirring in his boyish heart, for two good angels had entered in: love and gratitude began the work which time and ejQTort were to finish; and with an HOME AGAIN. 175 earnest wish to keep his first promise, Dan folded his hands together in the darkness, and softly whispered Teddy's little prayer — "Please God bless every one, and help me to be good." CHAPTER XI. UNCLE TEDDY. FOR a week Dan only moved from bed to sofa ; j long week and a hard one, for the hurt foot was very painful at times, the quiet days very wearisome to the active lad, longing to be out enjoying the summer weather, and especially difficult was it to be patient. But Dan did his best, and every one helped him in their various ways ; so the time i^assed, and he was rewarded at last by hearing the doctor say, on Saturday morning — "This foot is doing better than I exjDected. Give the lad the crutch this afternoon, and let him stump about the house a httle." " Hooray ! " shouted Nat, and raced away to tell the other boys the good news. Everybody was very glad, and after dinner the whole flock assembled to behold Dan crutch himself uj^ and down the hall a few times before he settled in the jDorch to hold a sort of levee. He was much pleased at the interest and good-will shown him, and brightened up more and more every minute ; for the boys came to pay their respects, the httle girls fussed about him with stools and cushions, and Teddy watched over him as if he was a frail creature unable to do any thing for him- VNCLE TEDDY. 177 self. Tliey were still sitting and standing about the steps, when a carriage stopped at the gate, a hat was waved from it, and with a shout of " Uncle Teddy ! Uncle Teddy ! " Rob scampered down the avenue as fast as his short legs would caiTy him. All the boys but Dan ran after him to see who should be first to open the gate, and in a moment the carriage drove \x]) with boys swarming all over it, while Uncle Teddy sat laugliing in the midst, with his little daughter on his knee. " Stop the triumphal car and let Jupiter descend," he said, and jumping out ran up the steps to meet Mrs. Bhaer, who stood smiling and clapping her hands like a girl. "How goes it, Teddy?" "All right, Jo." Then they shook hands, and Mr. Laurie put Bess into her aunt's arms, saying, as the child hugged her tight, " Goldilocks wanted to see you so much that I ran away with her, for I was quite pining for a sight of you my- self. We want to play with your boys for an hour or so, and to see how ' the old woman who hved in a shoe, and had so many children she did not know what to do,' is getting on." " I 'm so glad ! Play away, and don't get into mis- chief," ansAvered Mrs. Jo, as the lads crowded round the pretty child, admiring her long golden hair, dainty dress, and lofty ways, for the little " Princess," as they called her, allowed no one to kiss her, but sat smiling down upon them, and graciously patting their heads with her little, white hands. They all adored her, especially Rob, who considered her a sort of doll, and dared not touch 12 178 LITTLE MEN. her lest she should break, but worshippecl her at a re- spectful distance, made happy by an occasional mark of favor from her httle highness. As she immediately demanded to see Daisy's kitchen, she was borne off by Mrs. Jo, with a train of small boys following. The others, all but Nat and Demi, ran away to the menagerie and gardens to have all in order ; for Mr. Laurie always took a general survey, and looked disappointed if things were not flourishing. Standing on the steps, he turned to Dan, sajdng like an old acquaintance, though he had only seen him once or twice before — " How is the foot ? " " Better, su-." " Rather tired of the house aren't you ? " " Guess I am ! " and Dan's eyes roved away to the green hills and woods where he longed to be. " Suppose we take a httle turn before the others come back ? That big, easy carriage will be quite safe and comfortable, and a breath of fresh au' will do you good. Get a cushion and a shawl, Demi, and let 's carry Dan off." The boys thought it a capital joke, and Dan looked dehghted, but asked, with an unexpected bm-st of virtue — " Will Mrs. Bhaer hke it ? " " Oh, yes ; we settled all that a minute ago." " You didn't say any thing about it, so I don't see how you could," said Demi, inquisitively. " We have a way of sending messages to one another, without any words. It is a gi'eat improvement on the telegi^aph." UNCLE TEDDY. 179 " I know — it 's eyes ; I saw you lift your eyebrows, and nod toward the carriage, and Mrs. Bhaer laughed and nodded back again," cried Kat, who was quite at his ease with kind Mr. Laurie by this time. " Right. Xow then, come on," and in a minute Dan found himself settled in the carnage, his foot on a cush- ion on the seat oi:)posite, nicely covered with a shawl, which fell down fi'om the upper regions in a most mj's- terious manner, just when they wanted it. Demi climbed up to the box beside Peter, the black coach- man. Xat sat next Dan in the place of honor, while Uncle Teddy would sit oj)posite, — to take care of the foot he said, but really that he might study the faces before him — both so happy, yet so different, for Dan's was square, and brown, and strong, while ISTat's was long, and fair, and rather weak, but very amiable with its mild eyes and good forehead. " By the way, I 've got a book somewhere here that you may like to see," said the oldest boy of the party, diving under the seat and producing a book which made Dan exclaim — " Oh ! by George, isn't that a stunner ? " as he turned the leaves, and saw fine plates of butterflies, and birds, and every sort of interesting insect, colored like hfe. He was so charmed that he forgot his thanks, but Mr. Laurie did not mind, and was quite satisfied to see the boy's eager delight, and to hear his exclamations over certain old fiiends as he came to them. ISTat leaned on his shoulder to look, and Demi turned his back to the horses, and let his feet dangle inside the carriage, so that he might join in the conversation. When they got among the beetles, Mi*. Laurie took 180 LITTLE MEN. a curious little object out of his vest-^DOcket, and latino" it in the palm of his hand, said — " There's a beetle that is thousands of years old ; " and then, while the lads examined the queer stone-bug, that looked so old and gray, he told them how it came out of the wi'appings of a mummy, after l}ing for ages in a famous tomb. Finding them interested, he went on to tell about the Egj^Dtians, and the strange and splendid ruins they have left behind them — the Mle, and how he sailed up the mighty river, with the hand- some dark men to work Ms boat ; how he shot alliga- tors, saw wonderful beasts and birds ; and afterwards crossed the desert on a camel, who pitched him about like a ship in a storm. " Uncle Teddy tells stories 'most as well as Grandpa," said Demi, approvingly, when the tale was done, and the boys' eyes asked for more. " Thank you," said Mr. Laurie, quite soberly, for he considered Demi's j)raise worth having, for children are good critics in such cases, and to suit them is an accom- phshment that any one may be proud of. " Here 's another trifle or two that I tucked into my pocket as I was turning over my traps to see if I had any thing that would amuse Dan," and Uncle Teddy produced a fine arrow-head and a string of wampum. " Oh ! tell about the Indians," cried Demi, who was fond of playing wigwam. " Dan knows lots about them," added Nat. " More than I do, I dare say. Tell us something," and Mr. Laime looked as interested as the other two. " Mr. Hyde told me ; he 's been among 'em, and can talk their talk, and likes 'em," began Dan, flattered by UNCLE TEDDY. 181 their attention, but rather embarrassed by having a grown-up listener. " What is wampum for?" asked curious Demi, fi-om his perch. The others asked questions likewise, and, before he knew it, Dan was reeling off all Mr. Hyde had told him, as they sailed down the river a few weeks before. Mr. Laurie listened well, but found the boy more interesting than the Indians, for Mrs. Jo had told him about Dan, and he rather took a fancy to the wild lad, who ran away as he himself had often longed to do, and who was slowly getting tamed by j^ain and patience. " I Ve been thinking that it would be a good plan for you fellows to have a museum of your own ; a j^lace in which to collect all the curious and interesting things that you find, and make, and have given you. Mrs. Jo is too kind to complain, but it is rather hard for her to have the house littered ujd with all sorts of rattletraps, — half-a-pint of dor-bugs in one of her best vases, for in- stance, a couple of dead bats nailed up in the back- entry, wasps' nests timibling down on people's heads, and stones lying round everywhere, enough to pave the avenue. There are not many women who would stand that sort of thing, are there, now ? " As ]Mi\ Lamie spoke with a merry look in his eyes, the boys laughed and nudged one another, for it was evident that some one told tales out of school, else how could he know of the existence of these inconvenient treasures. " Where can we put them, then ? " said Demi, cross- ing his legs and leaning do^\Ti to argue the question. " In the old carriage-house." 182 LITTLE MEN. " But it leaks, and there isn't any window, nor any- place to put things, and it's all dust and cobwebs," began Nat. " Wait till Gibjbs and I have touched it up a bit, and then see how you hke it. He is to come over on Mon- day to get it ready ; then next Saturday I shall come out, and we will fix it up, and make the beginning, at least, of a fine httle museum. Every one can bring his things and have a place for them ; and Dan is to be the head man, because he knows most about such matters, and it will be quiet, pleasant work for him now that he can't knock about much." " Won't that be jolly ? " cried Nat, while Dan smiled all over his face and had not a word to say, but hugged his book, and looked at Mr. Laurie as if he thought him one of the greatest pubUc benefactors that ever blessed the world. " Shall I go round again, sir ? " asked Peter, as they came to the gate, after two slow turns about the half- mile triangle. " No, we must be prudent, else we can't come again. I must go over the premises, take a look at the carriage- house, and have a little talk with Mrs. Jo before I go ; " and, having deposited Dan on his sofa to rest and enjoy his book, Uncle Teddy went ofi" to have a frolic with the lads who were raging about the place in search of him. Leaving the little girls to mess up-stairs, Mrs. Bhaer sat down by Dan, and listened to his eager account of the drive till the flock returned, dusty, warm, and much excited about the new museum, which every one considered the most brilhant idea of the age. " I always wanted to endow some sort of an institu- UNCLE TEDDY. -^^^ tion, and I am going to begin with this," said Mr. Laurie, sitting down on a stool at Mrs. Jo's feet. "You have endowed one ah-eady. What do you call this ? " and JVIi's. Jo j^ointed to the happy-faced lads, who had camped upon the floor about them. " I call it a very j^romising Bhaer-garden, and I 'm proud to be a member of it. Did you know I was the head boy in this school?" he asked, turning to Dan, and changing the subject skilfully, for he hated to be thanked for the generous things he did. " I thought Franz was ! " answered Dan, wondering what the man meant. " Oh, dear no ! I 'm the first boy Mrs. Jo ever had to take care of, and I was such a bad one that she isn't done with me yet, though she has been working at me for years and years." " How old she must be ! " said IsTat, innocently. " She began early, you see. Poor thing ! she was only fifteen when she took me, and I led her such a life, it 's a wonder she isn't wiinkled and gray, and quite worn out," and JVIi- Laurie looked up at her laughing. "Dont, Teddy; I won't have you abuse yourself so ; " and Mrs. Jo stroked the curly black head at her knee as affectionately as ever, for, in spite of every thing, Teddy was her boy still. " If it hadn't been for you, there never would have been a Plumfield. It was my success with you, sir, that gave me courage to try my pet plan. So the boys may thank you for it, and name the new institution 'The Laurence Museum,' in honor of its founder, — won't we, boys?" she added, looking very hke the Uvely Jo of old times. 104 LITTLE MEN. " We will ! we will ! " shouted the boys, throwing up their hats, for though they had taken them off on enter- ing the house, according to rule, they had been in too much of a hurry to hang them ujd. " I' m as hungry as a bear, can't I have a cookie ? " asked Mr. Laurie, when the shout subsided and he had expressed his thanks by a splendid bow. "Trot out and ask Asia for the gingerbread-box, Demi. It isn't in order to eat between meals, but, on this joyful occasion, we won't mind, and have a cookie all round," said Mrs. Jo ; and when the box came she dealt them out with a Uberal hand, every one munching aAvay in a social circle. Suddenly, in the midst of a bite, Mr. Laurie cried out, "Bless my heart, I forgot grandma's bundle!" and running out to the carnage, returned with an interest- ing white parcel, which, being opened, disclosed a choice collection of beasts, birds, and pretty things cut out of crisp sugary cake, and baked a lovely brown. " There 's one for each, and a letter to tell which is whose. Grandma and Hannah made them, and I tremble to think what would have happened to me if I had forgotten to leave them." Then, amid much laughing and fun, the cakes were distributed. A fish for Dan, a fiddle for Nat, a book for Demi, a monkey for Tommy, a flower for Daisy, a hoop for Nan, who had driven twice round the triangle with- out stopping, a star for Emil, who put on airs because he studied astronomy, and, best of all, an omnibus for Franz, whose great dehght was to drive the family bus. Stuffy got a fat pig, and the little folks had bh'ds, and cats, and rabbits, with black cuiTant eyes. UNCLE TEDDY. 187 " Now 1 m^^tr^^c W° jirro'Wmy Golcliiocii.« :' 'Mam- ma ^\dll come flying out to get her if I' m not back early," said Uncle Teddy, when the last crmiib had vanished, which it speedily did, you may be sure. The young ladies had gone into the garden, and while they waited till Franz looked them up, Jo and Laurie stood at the door talking together. " How does little Giddy-gaddy come on ? " he asked, for Nan's pranks amused him very much, and he was never tired of teasing Jo about her. "Nicely; she is getting quite mannerly, and begins to see the error of her wild ways." " Don't the boys encourage her in them ? " "Yes; but I keep talking, and lately she has im- proved much. You saw how prettily she shook hands mth you, and how gentle she was mth Bess. Daisy's example has its effect upon her, and I'm quite sure that a few months will work wonders." Here Mrs. Jo's remarks were cut short by the appear- ance of Nan tearing round the corner at a break-neck pace, driving a mettlesome team of four boys, and fol- lowed by Daisy trundling Bess in a wheelbarrow. Plats off, hair flying, whij) cracking, and barrow bumping, up they came in a cloud of dust, looking as wild a set of little hoydens as one would wish to see. " So these are the model children, are they? It's lucky I didn't bring Mrs. Curtis out to see your school for the cultivation of morals and manners; she would never have recovered fi'om the shock of this spectacle," said Mr. Laurie, laughing at Mrs. Jo's prematm'e rejoic- ing over Nan's improvement. "Laugh away; I'll succeed yet. As you used to lo* LITTLE MEN. "\^".7^AU:^^er 'l"^^' " '^^^.^ted the boys, tHroy-j^igi, ^lie experiment has failed, the principle remains the same,' " said Mrs. Bhaer, joining in the merriment. "I'm afraid Nan's example is taking effect upon Daisy, instead of the other way. Look at my little princess ! she has utterly forgotten her dignity, and is screaming like the rest. Young ladies, what does this mean?" and Mr. Laurie rescued his small daughter fi'om impending destruction, for the four horses were champing their bits and curvetting madly all about her, as she sat brandishing a great whip in both hands. " We 're having a race, and I beat," shouted Nan. " I could have run faster, only I was afraid of spilling Bess," screamed Daisy. " Hi ! go long ! " cried the princess, giving such a flourish with her whip that the horses ran away, and were seen no more. "My precious child! come away from this ill-man- nered crew before you are quite spoilt. Good-by, Jo ! Nexttime I come, I shall expect to find the boys mak- ing j)atchwork." " It wouldn't hurt them a bit. I don't give in, mind you ; for my experiments always fail a few times before they succeed. Love to Amy and my blessed Marmee," called Mrs. Jo, as the carriage drove away; and the last Mr. Laurie saw of her, she was consoling Daisy for her failure by a ride in the wheelbarrow, and looking as if she liked it. Great was the excitement all the week about the repairs in the carriage-house, which went briskly on in spite of the incessant questions, advice, and meddling of the boys. Old Gibbs was nearly driven wild with it UNCLE TEDDY. 187 all, but managed to do his work nevertheless ; and by Friday night the place was all in order — roof mended, shelves up, walls whitewashed, a great window cut at the back, which let in a flood of sunshine, and gave them a fine view of the brook, the meadows, and the distant hills ; and over the great door, painted in red letters, was " The Laurence Museum." All Saturday morning the boys were planning how it should be furnished with their spoils, and when Mr. Laurie arrived, bringing an aquarium which Mrs. Amy said she was tired of, their rapture was great. The afternoon was spent in arranging things, and when the running and lugging and hammering was over, the ladies were invited to behold the institution. It certainly was a pleasant place, airy, clean, and bright. A hop-^dne shook its green bells :^ound the open T\dndow, the pretty aquarium stood in the middle of the room, with some delicate water plants rising above the water, and gold-fish showing their brightness as they floated to and fro below. On either side of the window were rows of shelves ready to receive the curiosities yet to be found. Dan's tall cabinet stood before the great door, which was fastened up, while the small door was to be used. On the cabinet stood a queer Indian idol, very ugly, but very interesting ; old Mr. Laurence sent it, as well as a fine Chinese junk in full sail, which had a conspicuous place on the long table in the middle of the room. Above, s^^dnging in a loop, and looking as if she was alive, hung Polly, who died at an advanced age, had been carefully stufled, and was now presented by Mrs. Jo. The walls were decorated with all sorts of things. A snake's skin, a big wasp's nest, 188 LITTLE MEN. a birch-bark canoe, a string of birds' eggs, wreaths of gray moss from the South, and a bunch of cotton-pods. The dead bats had a place, also a large turtle-sliell, and an ostrich-egg proudly presented by Demi, who volun-. teered to explain these rare curiosities to guests when- ever they liked. There were so many stones that it was impossible to accept them all, so only a few of the best were arranged among the shells on the shelves, the rest were piled up in corners, to be examined by Dan at his leisure. Every one was eager to give something, even Silas, who sent home for a stuffed wild-cat killed in his youth. It was rather moth-eaten and shabby, but on a high bracket and best side foremost the effect was fine, for the yellow glass eyes glared, and the mouth snarled so naturally, that Teddy shook in his little shoes at sight of it, when he came brmging his most cherished treas- ure, one cocoon, to lay upon the shrine of science. "Isn't it beautiful? I'd no idea we had so many curious things. I gave that; don't it look well ? We might make a lot by charging something for letting folks see it." Jack added that last suggestion to the general chatter that went on as the family viewed the room. " This is a free museum, and if there is any speculat ing on it I 'U paint out the name over the door," said Mr. Laurie, turning so quickly that Jack wished he had held his tongue. "Hear! hear!" cried Mr. Bhaer. "Speech! speech!" added Mrs. Jo. " Can't, I 'm too bashful. You give them a lecture yourself — you are used to it," Mr. Laurie answered. UNCLE TEDDY. 189 retreating towards the window, meaning to escape. But she hekl him fast, and said, laughing as she looked at the dozen pairs of dirty hands about her, — " If I did lecture, it would be on the chemical and cleansing properties of soaj^. Come now, as the founder of the institution, you really ought to give us a few moral remarks, and we will aj^plaud tremendously." Seeing that there was no way of escaping, Mr. Laurie looked up at Polly hanging overhead, seemed to find inspiration in the brilliant old bird, and sitting dovm upon the table, said, in his pleasant way, — " There is one thing I 'd like to suggest, boys, and that is, I want you to get some good as well as much pleasure out of this. Just putting curious or pretty things here won't do it ; so suppose you read up about them, so that when anybody asks questions you can answer them, and understand the matter. I used to like these things myself, and should enjoy hearing about them now, for I 've forgotten all I once knew. It wasn't much, was it, Jo ? Here 's Dan now, full of stories about birds, and bugs, and so on ; let him take care of the museum, and once a week the rest of you take turns to read a comiDOsition, or tell about some animal, mineral, or vegetable. We should all like that, and I think it would put considerable useful knowledge into our heads. "What do you say. Professor ? " " I 'd like it much, and will give the lads all the help I can. But they will need books to read up these new subjects, and we have not many, I fear," began Mr. Bhaer, looking much pleased, and planning many fine lectures on geology, which he liked. " We should have a Ubrary for the special purpose." 190 LITTLE MEN. " Is that a useful sort of book, Dan ? " asked Mr. Lau- rie, pointing to the volume that lay open by the cabinet. " Oh, yes ! it tells all I want to know about insects. I had it here to see how to fix the butterflies right. I. covered it, so it is not hurt ; " and Dan caught it uj), fearing the lender might think him careless. " Give it here a minute ; " and, pulling out his pencil, Mr. Laurie wi'ote Dan's name in it, saying, as he set the book up on one of the corner shelves, where nothing stood but a stuffed bird without a tail, " There, that is the beginning of the museum library. I'll hunt uj) some more books, and Demi shall keep them in order. Where are those jolly little books we used to read, Jo ? ' Insect Architecture ' or some such name — all about ants ha^dng battles, and bees having queens, and crickets eating holes in our clothes and stealing milk, and larks of that sort." " In the garret at home. I '11 have them sent out, and we mil plunge into ISTatural History with a will," said Mrs. Jo, ready for any thing. "Won't it be hard to write about such things?" asked Nat, who hated compositions. " At first, perhaps ; but you mil soon like it. If you think that hard, how would you like to have this sub- ject given to you, as it was to a girl of thirteen : — A conversation between Themistocles, Aristides, and Per- icles on the proposed appropriation of the funds of the confederacy of Delos for the ornamentation of Athens ? " said Mrs. Jo. The boys groaned at the mere sound of the long names, and the gentlemen laughed at the absurdity of the lesson. VNCLE TEDDY, i 191 / " Did she write it ? " asked Demi, in an awe-stricken tone. " Yes, but you can imagine what a piece of work she made of it, though she was rather a bright child." " I 'd Uke to have seen it," said Mr. Bhaer. " Perhaps I can find it for you ; I went to school with her," and Mrs. Jo looked so wicked that every one knew who the little girl was. Hearing of this fearful subject for a composition quite reconciled the boys to the thought of writing about familiar things. Wednesday afternoon was appointed for the lectures, as they preferred to call them, for some chose to talk instead of write. Mr. Bhaer promised a portfolio in which the written productions should be kept, and Mrs. Bhaer said she would attend the course with great pleasure. Then the dirty-handed society went off to wash, fol- lowed by the Professor, trjdng to calm the anxiety of Rob, who had been told by Tommy that all water was full of invisible polywogs. " I like your plan very much, only don't be too gen- erous, Teddy," said Mrs. Bhaer, when they were left alone. "You know most of the boys have got to paddle then* own canoes when they leave us, and too much sitting in the lap of luxury will unfit them for it." "I'll be moderate, but do let me amuse myself. I get desperately tired of business sometimes, and nothing fi-eshens me up like a good frolic with your boys. I like that Dan very much, Jo. He isn't demonstrative ; but he has the eye of a hawk, and when you have tamed him a little he will do you credit." " I 'm so glad you think so. Thank you very much 192 LITTLE MEN. for" your kindness to him, especially for this musenm afiair ; it will keep him happy while he is lame, give me a chance to soften and smooth this poor, rough lad, and make him love us. What did inspii'e you with such a beautiful, helpful idea, Teddy?" asked Mrs. Bhaer, glancing back at the pleasant room, as she turned to leave it. Laurie took both her hands in his, and answered, with a look that made her eyes fill with happy tears — " Dear Jo ! I have known what it is to be a mother- less boy, and I never can forget how much you and yours have done for me all these years." CHAPTER XIL E UCKLE BERRIES. THERE was a great clashing of tin pails, much running to and fro, and frequent demands for something- to eat, one August afternoon, for the boys were going huckleberrying, and made as much stir about it as if they were setting out to find the North- West Passage. "Now, my lads, get off as quietly as you can, for Rob is safely out of the way, and won't see you," said Mrs. Bhaer, as she tied Daisy's broad-brimmed hat, and settled the great blue pinafore in which she had envel- oped Nan. But the plan did not succeed, for Rob had heard the bustle, decided to go, and prepared himself^ without a thought of disappointment. The troop was just get- ting under way when the little man came marching do^\Ti stairs mth his best hat on, a bright tin j^ail in his hand, and a face beaming with satisfaction. " Oh, dear ! now we shall have a scene," sighed Mrs. Bhaer, who found her eldest son very hard to manage at times. ' " I 'm all ready," said Rob, and took his place in the ranks with such perfect unconsciousness of his mistake, that it really was very hard to undeceive him. 13 194 LITTLE MEN. "It's too far for you, my love; stay and take care of me, for I shall be all alone," began his mother. " You 've got Teddy. I 'm a big boy, so I can go ; you said I might when I was bigger, and I am now," persisted Rob, vnX\\ a cloud beginning to dim the brightness of his happy face. "We are going up to the great pasture, and it's ever so far; we don't want you tagging on," cried Jack, who did not admire the little boys. " I won't tag, I '11 run and keep up. O mamma ! let me go ! I want to fill my new pail, and I '11 bring 'em all to you. Please, please, I Tvill be good ! " prayed Hobby, looking up at his mother, so grieved and disap- pointed that her heart began to fail her. "But, my deary, you'll get so tired and hot you won't have a good time. Wait till I go, and then we will stay all day, and pick as many berries as you want." " You never do go, you are so busy, and I 'm tired of waiting. I'd rather go and get the berries for you all myself I love to pick 'em, and I want to fill my new pail dreffly," sobbed Rob. The pathetic sight of great tears tinkling into the dear new pail, and threatening to fill it i^-ith salt water instead of huckleberries, touched all the ladies present. His mother patted the weeper on his back; Daisy offered to stay at home with him ; and Nan said, in her decided way, — "Let him come ; I'll take care of him." "If Franz was going I wouldn't mind, for he is very careful ; but he is haying with the father, and I 'm not sure about the rest of you," began Mrs. Bhaer. HUCKLEBERRIES, 195 " It 's so far," put in Jack. " I 'd cany him if I was going — wish I was," said Dan, with a sigh. " Thank you, dear, but you must take care of your foot. I wish I could go. Stop a minute, I think I can manage it after all ; " and Mrs. Bhaer ran out to the steps, waving her aj^ron wildly. Silas was just driving away in the hay-cart, but turned back, and agreed at once, when Mrs. Jo pro- posed that he should take the whole party to the pasture, and go for them at five o'clock. " It will delay your work a little, but never mind ; we will pay you in huckleberry pies," said Mrs. Jo, knowing Silas's weak point. His rough, brown face brightened up, and he said, with a cheery " Haw ! haw ! " — " Wal now, Mis Bhaer, if you go to bribin' of me, I shall give in right away." "Now, boys, I have arranged it so that you can all go," said Mrs. Bhaer, running back again, much re- lieved, for she loved to make them happy, and always felt miserable when she had disturbed the serenity of her little sons ; for she believed that the small hoj^es and plans and pleasures of children should be tenderly respected by grown-up people, and never rudely thwarted or ridiculed. " Can I go ? " said Dan, delighted. " I tliought especially of you. Be careful, and never mind the berries, but sit about and enjoy the lovely things which you know how to find all about yon," answered Mrs. Bhaer, who remembered his kind ofier to her boy. m LITTLE MEN. " Me too ! me too ! " sung Rob, dancing with joy, and clapping his precious pail and cover Uke castanets. ""Yes, and Daisy and Nan must take good care of you. Be at the bars at five o'clock, and Silas will come for you all." Robby cast himself upon his mother in a burst of gratitude, promising to bring her every berry he picked, and not eat one. Then they were all packed into the hay-cart, and went rattling away, the brightest face among the dozen being that of Rob, as he sat between his two temporary little mothers, beaming upon the whole world, and waving his best hat ; for his indulgent mamma had not the heart to bereave him of it, since this was a gala-day to him. Such a happy afternoon as they had, in spite of the mishaps which usually occur on such expeditions ! Of course Tommy came to grief, tumbled upon a hornets' nest and got stung; but being used to woe, he bore the smart manfully, till Dan suggested the application of damp earth, which much assuaged the pain. Daisy saw a snake, and in fl}ing from it lost half her berries ; but Demi helped her to fill up again, and discussed reptiles most learnedly the while. Ned fell out of a tree, and split his jacket down the back, but sufiered no other fracture. Emil and Jack established rival claims to a certain thick patch, and while they were squabbling about it, Stufiy quickly and quietly stripped the bushes and fled to the protection of Dan, Avho was enjoying himself immensely. The crutch was no longer neces- sary, and he was delighted to see how strong his foot felt as he roamed about the great pasture, full of inter- esting rocks and stumps, with familiar little creatures HUCKLEBERRIES. 197 in the grass, and well-kno%\Ti insects dancing in the air. But of all the adventures that happened on this after- noon that which befell Nan and Rob Avas the most excit- ing, and it long remained one of the favorite histories of the household. Having explored the country pretty- generally, torn three rents in her frock, and scratched her face in a barberry-bush, Nan began to pick the ber- ries that shoue like big, black beads on the low, green bushes. Her nimble fingers flew, but still her basket did not fill up as rapidly as she desired, so she kept wandering here and there to search for better places, instead of picking contentedly and steadily as Daisy did. Rob followed Nan, for her energy suited him better than his cousin's patience, and he too was anx- ious to have the biggest and best berries for Mannar. " I keep putting 'em in, but it don't fill up, and I 'm so tired," said Rob, pausing a moment to rest his short legs, and beginning to think huckleberrpng was not all his fancy painted it ; for the sun blazed, Nan skipped hither and thither like a grasshopper, and the berries fell out of his pail almost as fast as he put them in, because, in his struggles with the bushes, it was often npside-down. " Last time we came they were ever so much thicker over that wall — great bouncers; and there is a cave there, where the boys made a fire. Let 's go and fill our things (juick, and then hide in the cave and let the others find us," proposed Nan, thirsting for adventures. Rob consented, and away they went, scrambling over the wall and running down the slojoing fields on the other side, till they were hidden among the rocks 198 LITTLE MEN. and underbrusli. The berries were thick, and at hist the pails were actually full. It was shady and cool down there, and a little spring gave the thii'stv children a refreshing drink out of its mossy cup. " Xow we will go and rest in the cave, and eat our lunch," said Xan, well satisfied -^dth her success so far. " Do you know the way ? " asked Rob. " 'Course I do ; I 've been once, and I always remem- ber. Didn't I go and get my box all right ? " That convinced Rob, and he followed blindly as Xan led him over stock and stone, and brought him, after much meandering, to a small recess in the rock, where the blackened stones showed that fires had been made. "Xow, isn't it nice ? " asked Xan, as she took out a bit of bread-and-butter, rather damaged by being mixed up witli nails, fishhooks, stones, and other foreign sub- stances, in the young lady's pocket. " Yes ; do you think they will find us soon ? " asked Rob, who found the shadowy glen rather dull, and began to long for more society. " Xo, I don't ; because if I hear them, I shall hide, and have ftm making them find me." " P'raps they won't come." " Don't care ; I can get home myself." " Is it a great way ? " asked Rob, looking at his little, stubby boots, scratched and wet with his long wandering. " It 's six miles, I guess." Xan's ideas of distance were vague, and her faith in her o^n powers great. "I think we better go now," suggested Rob, jDresently. " I shan't go till I have j^icked over my beiTies ; " and Xan besran what seemed to Rob an endless task. HUCKLEBERRIES. 199 " Oh, dear ! you said you 'd take good care of mc," he sighed, as the sun seemed to drop behind the hill all of a sudden. " Well, I am taking care of you as hard as I can. Don't be cross, child ; I '11 go in a minute," said Nan, who considered five-year-old Robby a mere infant com- pared to herself So little Rob sat looking anxiously about him, and waiting patiently, for, spite of some misgivings, he felt great confidence in Nan. "I guess it's going to be night pretty soon," he observed, as if to himself, as a mosquito bit him, and the frogs in a neighboring marsh began to pipe up for the evening concert. " My goodness me ! so it is. Come right away this minute, or they will be gone," cried Nan, looking up from her work, and suddenly perceiving that the sun was down. " I heard a horn about an hour ago ;' may be they were blowing for us," said Rob, trudging after his guide as she scrambled up the steep hill. " Where was it ? " asked Nan, stopping short. " Over that way ; " he pointed with a dirty Kttle finger in an entirely wrong direction. "Let's go that way and meet them;" and Nan wheeled about, and began to trot through the bushes, feeling a trifle anxious, for there were so many cow- paths all about she could not remember which way they came. On they went over stock and stone again, pausing now and then to listen for the horn, which did not blow any more, for it was only the moo of a cow on her way home. 200 LITTLE MEN. "I don't remember seeing that pile of stones — do you ? " asked Nan, as she sat on a wall to rest a moment and take an observation. " I don't remember any thing, but I want to go home," and Rob's voice had a little tremble in it that made Nan put her arms round him and lift him gently down, say- ing, in her most capable way, — "I'm going just as fast as I can, dear. Don't cry, and when we come to the road, I '11 carry you." " Where is the road ? " and Robby i^dped his eyes to look for it. " Over by that big tree. Don't you know that 's the one Ned tumbled out of?" " So it is. May be they waitedfor us ; I'd like to ride home — wouldn't you ? " and Robby brightened uj) as he plodded along toward the end of the great pasture. " No, I 'd rather walk," answered Nan, feeling quite sure that she would be obhged to do so, and preparing her mind for it. Another long trudge through the fast-deepening twi- light and another disappointment, for when they reached the tree, they found to their dismay that it was not the one Ned climbed, and no road anywhere appeared. "Are we lost?" quavered Rob, clasping his pail in despair. "Not much. I don't just see Avhich way to go, and I guess we 'd better call." So they both shouted till they were hoarse, yet nothing answered but the frogs in full chorus. " There is another tall tree over there, perhaps that 's the one," said Nan, whose heart sunk within her, though she still spoke bravely. HUCKLEBERRIES, ^ 201 " I don't think I can go any more ; my boots are so heavy I can't pull 'em ; " and Robby sat down on a stone quite worn out. " Then we must stay here all night. I don't care much, il* snakes don't come." , "I'm frightened of snakes. I can'c stay all night. Oh, dear ! I don't hke to be lost," and Rob puckered up his face to cry, when suddenly a thought oc- curred to him, and he said, in a tone of perfect confi- dence, — *' Marmar Avill come and find me — she always does ; I ain't afraid now." " She won't know where we are." " She didn't know I was shut up in the ice-house, but she found me. I know she '11 come," returned Robby, so trustfi^illy, that Nan felt reUeved, and sat down by liim, saving, with a remorseful sigh, — " I AAish we hadn't run away." " You made me ; but I don't mind much — Marmar will love me just the same," answered Rob, clinging to his sheet-anchor when all other hope was gone. " I 'm so hungry. Let 's eat our berries," proposed Nan after a pause, during which Rob began to nod. " So am I, but I can't eat mine, 'cause I told Marmar I 'd keep them all for her." "You'll have to eat them if no one comes for us," said Nan, who felt like contradicting every thing just then. " If we stay here a great many days, we shall eat up all the berries in the field, and then we shall starve," she added, gi-iraly. " I shall eat sassafi-as. I know a big tree of it, and Dan told me how squirrels dig up the roots and eat 202 LITTLE MEN. tliem, and I love to dig," returned Rob, undaunted by the prospect of starvation. " Yes ; and we can catch fi"ogs, and cook them. My father ate some once, and he said they were nice," put in N"an, beginning to find a spice of romance even in being lost in a huckleberry pasture. " How could we cook frogs? we haven't got any fire." " I don't knoAV ; next time I '11 have matches in my pocket," said Nan, rather depressed by this obstacle to the experiment in frog-cookery. " Couldn't we light a fire with a firefly ? " asked Rob, hopefully, as he watched them flitting to and fro like winged sparks. "Let's try;" and several minutes were pleasantly spent in catching the flies, and trying to make them kindle a green twig or two. " It 's a lie to call them ^re-flies when there isn't a fire in them," Nan said, throw- ing one unhappy insect away with scorn, though it shone its best, and obligingly walked up and down the twigs to please the innocent little experimenters. "Marmar's a good while coming," said Rob, after another pause, during which they watched the stars overhead, smelt the sweet fern crushed under foot, and listened to the crickets' serenade. " I don't see why God made any night ; day is so much pleasanter," said Nan, thoughtfully. " It 's to sleep in," answered Rob, with a yawn. " Then do go to sleep," said Nan, pettishly. " I want my own bed. Oh, I wish I could see Teddy ! " cried Rob, painfully reminded of home by the soft chirp of birds safe in their little nests. " I don't believe your mother will ever find us," said HUCKLEBERRIES. 203 Nan, who was becoming desperate, for she hated pa- tient waiting of any sort. " It 's so dark she won't see us." " It was all black in the ice-house, and I was so scared I didn't call her, but she savv^ me ; and she will see me now, no matter how dark it is," returned confiding Rob, standing up to jieer into the gloom for the help which never failed him. " I see her ! I see her ! " he cried, and ran as fast as his tired legs would take him toward a dark figure slowly approaching. Suddenly he stopped, then turned about, and came stumbling back, screaming, in a great panic, — " No, it 's a bear, a big black one ! " and hid his face in Nan's skirts. For a moment Nan quailed ; even her courage gave out at thought of a real bear, and she was about to turn and flee in great disorder, when a mild " Moo ! " changed her fear to merriment, as she said, laughing, — " It 's a cow, Robby ! the nice, black cow we saw this afternoon." The cow seemed to feel that it was not just the thing to meet two little people in her pasture after dark, and the amiable beast paused to inquire into the case. She let them ^stroke her, and stood regarding them with her soft eyes so mildly, that Nan, who feared no animal but a bear, was fired with a desire to milk her. " Silas taught me how ; and berries and milk would be so nice," she said, emptying the contents of her pail into her hat, and boldly beginning her new task, while Rob stood by and repeated, at her command, the poem from Mother Goose : — 204 LITTLE MEN. *' Cushy cow, bonny, let down your milk, Let down your milk to me. And I will ^ive you a gown of silk, A gown of silk and a silver tee." But the immortal rhjTne had little effect, for the benevolent cow had already been milked, and had only half a gill to give the thirsty children. " Shoo ! get away ! you are an old cross patch," cried Nan, ungratefully, as she gave up the attempt in despair ; and poor Mooly walked on with a gentle gurgle of sur- prise and reproof. " Each can have a sip, and then we must take a walk. We shall go to sleep if we don't; and lost people mustn't sleep. Don't you know how Hannah Lee in the pretty story slept under the snow and died? " " But there isn't any snow now, and it 's nice and warm," said Rob, who was not blessed "svith as lively a fancy as Xan. " Xo matter, we will poke about a little, and call some more ; and then, if nobody comes, we will hide under the bushes, like Hop-o'-my-thumb and his brothers." It was a very short walk, however, for Hob was so sleepy he could not get on, and tumbled down so often that Xan entirely lost patience, being half distracted by the resjDonsibility she had taken upon herself " If you tumble down again, I '11 shake you," she said, lifting the poor little man up very kindly as she spoke, for Xan's bark was much worse than her bite. "Please don't. It's my boots — they keep slipping so;" and Rob manfully checked the sob just ready to break out, adding, with a j^laintive 2:)atience that touched HUCKLEBERRIES. 205 Nan's heart, "If the skeeters didn't bite me so, I could go to sleep till Mannar comes." " Put your head on my lap, and I '11 cover you up with my apron ; I 'm not afraid of the night," said Nan, sitting down and trying to i)ersuade herself that she did not mind the shadow nor the mysterious rustlings all about her. " Wake me up when she comes," said Rob, and was fast asleep in five minutes with his head in Nan's lap under the pinafore. The little girl sat for some fifteen minutes, staring about her with anxious eyes, and feeling as if each second was an hour. Then a pale light began to glim- mer over the hill-top, and she said to herself — " I guess the night is over and morning is coming. I 'd like to see the sun rise, so I '11 watch, and when it comes up we can find our way right home." But before the moon's round face peeped above the hill to destroy her hope. Nan had fallen asleep, leaning back in a little bower of tall ferns, and was deep in a midsummer night's dream of fireflies and blue aprons, mountains of huckleberries, and Robby wiping away the tears of a black cow, who sobbed, " I want to go lioinc ! I want to go home ! " While the children were sleeping, peaceftilly lulled by the drowsy hum of many neighborly mosquitoes, the family at home were in a great state of agitation. The liay-cart came at five, and all but Jack, Emil, Nan, and Rob were at the bars ready for it. Franz drove instead of Silas, and when the boys told him that the others were going home through the wood, he said, looking ill-pleased, " They ought to have left Rob to ride, he will be tired out by the long walk." 206 LITTLE MEN. " It 's shorter that way, and they will carry him," said Stuffy, who was in a hurry for his supper. "You are sure Nan and Rob went witli tliem?" " Of course they did ; I saw them getting over the wall, and sung out that it was most five, and Jack called back that they were going the other way," ex^Dlained Tommy. " Very well, pile in then," and away rattled the hay- cart with the tired children and the full pails. Mrs. Jo looked sober when she heard of the division of the party, and sent Franz back with Toby to find and bring the little ones home. Supper was over, and the family sitting about in the cool hall as usual, when Franz came trotting back, hot, dusty, and anxious. " Have they come ? " he called out when half-way up the avenue. " No ! " and Mrs. Jo flew out of her cliair lookino; so alarmed that every one jumped up and gathered round Franz. " I can't find them anywhere," he began ; but the words were hardly spoken when a loud " Hullo ! " startled them all, and the next minute Jack and Emil came round the house. " Where are Nan and Rob ? " cried Mrs. Jo, clutching Emil in a way that caused him to tliink his aunt had suddenly lost her wits. " I don't know. They came home with the others, didn't they ? " he answered, quickly. " No ; George and Tommy said they went with you.'* " Well, they didn't. Haven't seen them. We took a swim in the pond, and came by the wood," said Jack, looking alarmed, as well he might. EUCKLEBERRIES. 207 " Call Mr. Bhaer, get the lanterns, and tell Silas I want him." That was all Mrs. Jo said, but they knew what she meant, and flew to obey orders. In ten minutes, Mr. Bhaer and Silas were off to the wood, and Franz tearing down the road on Old Andy to search the great pas- ture. Mrs. Jo caught uj) some food from the table, a little bottle of brandy from the medicine-closet, took a lantern, and bidding Jack and Emil come mth her, and the rest not stir, she trotted away on Toby, never stop- ping for hat or shawl. She heard some one running after her, but said not a word till, as she paused to call and listen, the light of her lantern shone on Dan's face. " You here ! I told Jack to come," she said, half- inclined to send him back, much as she needed help. "I wouldn't let him; he and Emil hadn't had any supper, and I wanted to come more than they did." He said, taking the lantern fi'om her and smiling up in her face with the steady look in his eyes that made her feel as if, boy though he was, she had some one to depend on. Off she jumped, and ordered him on to Toby, in spite of his pleading to walk ; then they went on again along the dusty, solitary road, stopping every now and then to call and hearken breathlessly for little voices to reply. When they came to the great pasture, other lights were already flitting to and fro like will-o'-the-wisps, and Mr. Bhaer's voice was heard shouting, "Nan ! Rob! Rob ! Nan ! " in every part of the field. Silas whis- tled and roared, Dan plunged here and there on Toby, who seemed to understand the case, and went over the roughest places with unusual docility. Often Mrs. Jo 208 LITTLE MEN. hushed them all, saying, with a sob in her throat, " The noise may frighten them, let me call ; Robby will know my voice ; " and then she would cry out the beloved little name in every tone of tenderness, till the very echoes whispered it softly, and the winds seemed to waft it willingly ; but still no answer came. The sky was overcast now, and only brief glimpses of the moon were seen, heat-lightning darted out of the dark clouds now and then, and a faint far-off rumble as of thunder told that a summer-storm was brewing. " O my Robby ! my Robby ! " mourned poor Mrs. Jo, wandering up and down like a pale ghost, while Dan kept beside her like a faithful firefly. " What shall I say to Nan's father if she comes to harm ? Why did I ever trust my darling so far away ? Fritz, do you hear any thing ? " And when a mournful " No " came back, she wrung her hands so despairingly, that Dan sprung down from Toby's back, tied the bridle to the bars, and said, in his decided way, — " They may have gone down to the spring — I 'm going to look." He was over the wall and away so fast that she could hardly follow him ; but when she reached the sj^ot, he lowered the lantern and showed her with joy the marks of little feet in the soft ground about the spring. She fell down on her knees to examine the tracks, and then sprung uj3, sajdng eagerly — "Yes; that is the mark of my Robby's little boots ! Come this way, they must have gone on." Such a weary search ! But now some inex]3licable instinct seemed to lead the anxious mother, for pres- HUCKLEBERRIES. 209 ently Dan uttered a cry, and caught up a little shining object lying in the path. It was the cover of the new tin j^ail, dropped in the first alarm of being lost. Mrs. Jo hugged and kissed it as if it were a living thing ; and when Dan was about to utter a glad shout to bring the others to the spot, she stopped him, say- ing, as she hurried on, "IsTo, let me find them; I let Rob go, and I want to give him back to his father all myself " A httle farther on Nan's hat appeared, and after passing the place more than once, they came at last upon the babes in the wood, both sound asleep. Dan never forgot the little picture on which the hght of his lantern shone that night. He thought Mrs. Jo would cry out, but she only wliispered " Hush ! " as she softly lifted away the apron, and saw the little ruddy face below. The berry-stained lips were half- open as the breath came and went, the yellow hair lay damp on the hot forehead, and both the chubby hands held fast the httle pail still full. The sight of the childish harvest, treasured through all the troubles of that night for her, seemed to touch Mrs. Jo to the heai-t, for suddenly she gathered up her boy, and began to cry over him, so tender- ly, yet so heartily, that he woke up, and at first seemed bewildered. Then he remembered, and hugged her close, saving with a laugh of triumph — " I knew you 'd come ! O Mannar ! I did want you so ! " For a moment they kissed and clung to one an- other, quite forgetting all the world ; for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they 14 210 LITTLE MEN. fold them in their fostering amis. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and wlio, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love. Dan meantime picked Nan ont of her bush, and, T\'ith a gentleness none but Teddy ever saw in him before, he soothed her first alarm at the sudden waking, and wiped away her tears ; for Nan also began to cry forjoy, itwas so good to see a kind face and feel a stronsT arm round her after what seemed to her as'es of loneliness and fear. "My poor little girl, don't cry! You are all safe now, and no one shall say a word of blame to-night," said Mrs. Jo, taking Nan into her capacious embrace, and cuddling both children as a hen might gather her lost chickens under her motherly wings. " It was my fault ; but I am sorry. I tried to take care of him, and I covered him up and let him sleep, and didn't touch his hemes, though I was so hungiy ; and I never will do it again — truly never, never," sobbed Nan, quite lost in a sea of penitence and thank- fulness. " Call them now, and let us get home," said Mrs. Jo ; and Dan, getting upon the wall, sent the joj^ul word " Found ! " ringing over the field. How the wandering lights came dancing from all sides, and gathered round the little group among the sweet fem bushes ! Such a hugging, and kissing, and talking, and crpng, as^w^nt on, must have amazed the glowworms, and evidently delighted the mos- quitoes, for they hummed frantically, while the lit- tle moths came in flocks to the party, and the frogs HUCKLEBERRIES. 211 croaked as if they could not express their satisfaction loudly enough. Then they set out for home, — a queer party, for Franz rode on to tell the news ; Dan and Toby led the way ; then came Nan in the strong arms of Silas, Avho considered her " the smartest little baggage he ever saw," and teased her all the way home about her pranks. Mr. Bhaer would let no one carry Rob but himself, and the little fellow, refreshed by sleep, sat uj:), and chattered gayly, feeling himself a hero, while his mother went beside him holding on to any j^art of his precious little body that came handy, and never tired of hearing him say, " I knew Marmar would come," or seeing him lean down to kiss her, and put a plump berry into her mouth, "'Cause he picked 'em all for her." The moon shone out just as they reached the avenue, and all the boys came shouting to meet them, so the lost lambs were bonie in triumjoh and safety, and landed in the dining-room, where the unromantic little things demanded supper instead of preferring kisses and ca- resses. They were set down to bread and milk, while the entire household stood round to gaze upon them. Nan soon recovered her spirits, and recounted her perils with a relish now that they were all over. Kob seemed absorbed in his food, but put down his spoon all of a sudden, and set up a doleful roar. " My precious, why do you cry ? " asked his mother, who still hung over him. " I 'm crying 'cause I was lost," bawled Rob, trying to squeeze out a tear, and failing entirely. " But you arc found now. Nan says you didn't cry out in the field, and I was glad you were such a brave boy." 212 LITTLE MEN. " I was so busy being frightened I didn't have any time then. But I want to cry now, 'cause I don't hke to be lost," explained Rob, struggling with sleep, emo- tion, and a mouthful of bread and milk. The boys set up such a laugh at this funny way of making ujd for lost time, that Rob stopj)ed to look at them, and the merriment was so infectious, that, after a surprised stare, he burst out into a merry " Ha, ha ! " and beat his spoon upon the table as if he enjoyed the joke immensely. "It is ten o'clock; into bed, every man of you," said Mr. Bhaer, looking at his watch. " And, thank Heaven ! there will be no empty ones to-night," added Mrs. Bhaer, watching, with full eyes, Robby going up in his father's arms, and Nan, escorted by Daisy and Demi, who considered her the most inter- esting heroine of their collection. " Poor Aunt Jo is so tired she ought to be carried up herself," said gentle Franz, putting his arm round her as she paused at the stau--foot, looking quite exhausted by her fright and long walk. " Let 's make an arm-chair," proposed Tommy. " IS'o, thank you, my lads ; but somebody may lend me a shoulder to lean on," answered Mrs. Jo. " Me ! me ! " and half-a-dozen jostled one another, all eager to be chosen, for there was something in the pale motherly face that touched the warm hearts under the round jackets. Seeing that they considered it an honor, Mrs. Jo gave it to the one who had earned it, and nobody grumbled when she i^ut her arm on Dan's broad shoulder, saying, with a look that made liim color up with pride and pleasure, — HUCKLEBERRIES. 213 " He found the children ; so I think he must help me up." Dan felt richly rewarded for his evening's work, not only that he was chosen from all the rest to go proudly up bearing the lamp, but because Mrs. Jo said, heartily, " Good-night, my boy ! God bless you ! " as he left her at her door. " I wish I was your boy," said Dan, who felt as if danger and trouble had somehow brought him nearer than ever to her. "You shall be my oldest son," and she sealed her promise with a kiss that made Dan hers entirely. Little Rob was all right next day, but Nan had a headache, and lay on Mother Bhaer's sofa w^ith cold- cream upon her scratched face. Her remorse was quite gone, and she evidently thought being lost rather a fine amusement. Mrs. Jo was not pleased with this state of things, and had no desire to have her children led fi'om the paths of '^'irtue, or her pupils lying round loose in huckleberry fields. So she talked soberly to Nan, and tried to impress upon her mind the difierence be- tween hberty and license, telling several tales to enforce her lecture. She had not decided how to j^unish Nan, but one of these stories suggested a way, and as Mrs. Jo liked odd penalties she tried it. "All children run away," pleaded Nan, as ifiit was as natural and necessary a thing as measles or hooping- ing cough. " Not all, and some who do run away don't get found again," answered Mrs. Jo. "Didn't you do it yourself?" asked Nan, whose keen little eyes saw some traces of a kindred spirit 214 LITTLE MEN. in the serious lady who was sewing so morally before her. Mrs. Jo laughed, and owned that she did. " Tell about it," demanded Xan, feehng that she was getting the upper hand in the discussion. Mrs. Jo saw that, and sobered down at once, sa}ing, with a remorseful shake of the head, — "I did it a good many times, and led my poor mother rather a hard life Avith my pranks, till she cured me." " How ? " and Nan sat up with a face full of interest. " I had a new pair of shoes once, and wanted to show them ; so, though I was told not to leave the garden, I ran away and was wandering about all day. It was in the city, and why I wasn't killed I don't know. Such a time as I had. I frolicked in the park with dogs, sailed boats in the Back Bay with strange boys, dined with a little Irish beggar-girl on salt fish and potatoes, and was found at last fast asleep on a door-stejD with my arms round a great dog. It was late in the even- ing, and I was as dirty as a Uttle pig, and the new shoes were worn out — I had travelled so far." " How nice ! " cried Xan, looking all ready to go and do it herself. " It was not nice next day ; " and Mrs. Jo tried to keep her eyes from betrapng how much she enjoyed the memory of her early caj^ers. " Did your mother whip you ? " asked Nan, curiously. " She never whipped me but once, and then she begged my pardon, or I don't think I ever should have forgiven her, it hurt my feehngs so much." "Why did she beg your pardon? — my father don't." " Because, when sh2 had done it, I turned round and HUCKLEBERRIES, 215 said, 'Well, you are mad yourself, and ought to be whipped as much as me.' She looked at me a minute, then her anger all died out, and she said, as if ashamed, 'You are right, Jo, I am angry; and why should I punish you for being in a passion when I set you such a bad example ? Forgive me, dear, and let us try to help one another in a better way.' I never forgot it, and it did me more good than a dozen rods." Nan sat thoughtfully turning the little cold-cream jar for a minute, and Mrs. Jo said nothing, but let that idea get well into the busy httle mind that was so quick to see and feel what Avent on about her. " I like that," said Nan, presently, and her face looked less elfish, Avith its sharp eyes, inquisitive nose, and mischievous mouth. "What did your mother do to you when you ran away that time ? " " She tied me up to the bed-post with a long string, so that I could not go out of the room, and there I stayed all day with the httle worn-out shoes hanging up before me to remind me of my fault." " I should think that would cure anybody," cried Nan, who loved her hberty above all things. " It did cure me, and I think it will you, so I am going to try it," said Mrs. Jo, suddenly taking a ball of strong twine out of a drawer in her work-table. Nan looked as if she was decidedly getting the Avorst of the argument now, and sat feeling much crestflillen while Mrs. Jo tied one end round her Avaist and the other to the arm of the sofa, saying, as she finished — " I don't like to tie you up hke a naughty httle dog, but if you don't remember any better than a dog, I must treat you like one." 216 LITTLE MEN. "I'd just as lief be tied up as not — I like to play- dog;" and Nan put on a don't-care face, and began to growl and grovel on the floor. Mrs. Jo took no notice, but leaving a book or two and a handkerchief to hem, she went away, and left Miss Nan to her own devices. This was not agi-eeable, and after sitting a moment she tried to untie the cord. But it was fastened in the belt of her apron behind, so she began on the knot at the other end. It soon came loose, and, gathering it ujd, Nan was about to get out of the window, w^hen she heard Mrs. Jo say to some- body as she passed through the hall — " No, I don't think she will run away now ; she is an honorable little gii'l, and knows that I do it to help her." In a minute Nan whisked back, tied herself up, and began to sew violently. Rob came in a moment after, and was so charmed vdth the new punishment, that he got a jumjD-rope and tethered himself to the other arm of the sofa in the most social manner. " I got lost too, so I ought to be tied up as much as Nan," he explained to his mother when she saw the new captive. " I 'm not sure that you don't deserve a little punish- ment, for you knew it was wrong to go far away from the rest." "Nan took me," began Rob, willing to enjoy the novel penalty, but not wilhng to take the blame. " You needn't have gone. You have got a conscience, though you are a httle boy, and you must learn to mind it." " Well, my conscience didn't prick me a bit when she EOCKLEBERRIES. 217 said ' Let 's get over the wall,' " answered Rob, quoting one of Demi's exj^ressions. " Did you stop to see if it did ? " « No." " Then you cannot tell." "I ffuess it's such a little conscience that it don't prick liard enough for me to feel it," added Rob, after thinking OA^er the matter for a minute. " We must sharpen it up. It 's bad to have a dull conscience ; so you may stay here till dinner-time, and talk about it with Nan. I trust you both not to untie yourselves till I say the word." " No, we won't," said both, feeling a certain sense of virtue in heljiting to punish themselves. For an hour they were very good, then they grew tired of one room, and longed to get out. Never had the hall seemed so inviting; even the little bedroom acquired a sudden interest, and they would gladly have gone in and played tent with the curtains of the best bed. The open windows drove them wild because they could not reach them ; and the outer world seemed so beautiful, they wondered how they ever found the heart to say it was dull. Nan pined for a race round the lawn, and Rob remembered with dismay that he had not fed his dog that morning, and wondered what poor Pollux would do. They watched the clock, and Nan did some nice calculations in minutes and seconds, while Rob learned to tell all the hours between eight and one so well that he never forgot them. It was madden- ing to smell the dinner, to know that there was to be succotash and huckleberry pudding, and to feel that they would not be on the spot to secure good helps of 218 LITTLE MEN. both. When Mary Ann began to set the table, they nearly cut themselves in two trymg to see what meat there was to be ; and Nan offered to help her make the beds, if she would only see that she had " lots of sauce on her jDudding." When the boys came bursting out of school, they found the children tugging at their halters like a pair of restive little colts, and were much edified, as well as amused, by the sequel to the exciting adventures of the night. " Untie me now, Marmar ; my conscience will prick like a pin next time, I know it will," said Rob, as the bell rang, and Teddy came to look at him with sorrowflil surprise. " We shall see," answered his mother, setting him fi'ee. He took a good run down the hall, back through the dining-room, and brought up beside Nan, quite beaming with virtuous satisfaction. " I '11 bring her dinner to her, may I ? " he asked, pitying his fellow-captive. " That 's my kind little son ! Yes, pull out the table, and get a chair ; " and Mrs. Jo hurried away to quell the ardor of the others, who were always in a raging state of hunger at noon. Nan ate alone, and spent a long afternoon attached to the sofa. Mrs. Bhaer lengthened her bonds so that she could look out of the window ; and there she stood watching the boys play, and all the little summer creat- ures enjoying their liberty. Daisy had a pic-nic for the dolls on the lawn, so that Nan might see the fun if she could not join in it. Tommy turned his best somer- saults to console her ; Demi sat on the steps reading HUCKLEBERRIES. 219 aloud to himself, which amused !N'