“Wa’al, Jane!” said she, excitedly, in the afternoon, “there they go ag’in! That’s the fourth time the hoss has been harnessed into Allen’s pung to-day; and now they’ve got their uncle. Whatever they find to laugh so over, and where they go to, is more’n I can see. They haven’t done up their dinner dishes, I know, for I’ve been watching of ’em and they hain’t had time to do ’em so quick as this, though Bell Winship is as spry as a skeeter when she gets a-goin’.”
Miss Miranda’s organs of vision were better than magnifying glasses, for, aided by a lively imagination, they could dart4 around corners and through doors with great ease. Bell avowed5 confidentially6 to Patty that morning, when she met her neighbor’s eyes fixed8 on the pantry window, that she believed Miss Miranda could see a fly-speck on top of a liberty-pole.
The girls had made the day a very long and lively one, and in the evening, their spirits still high and their inventive powers still unimpaired, they gave an impromptu9 concert. The audience was small but appreciative10. Grandmother was in a private box—the high-backed arm-chair in the cosiest11 corner; Uncle Harry12 sat on a hastily-erected throne made by perching a stool on the dining-table, and being given a large pair of goggles13, was requested to serve as dramatic and musical critic for the morning newspapers. Two or three of the boarders from Mrs. Carter’s famous Winter Farmhouse14 on the hill, the young schoolmaster (a Bowdoin student earning his college course by odd terms of teaching), and Hugh Pennell, his chum and classmate, home on a brief holiday, made quite a brave show when seated in three rows, while the unaffected laughter, the open mouths, and the staring eyes of “the help,” Emma Jane Perkins, Betty Bean, and ’Bijah Flagg, who were grouped at the hall door, helped in the general merriment.
Bell had a keen sense of the ridiculous and a voice like a meadow-lark. Jo was capital, too, as a mimic15, so together, they gave some absurdly funny scenes from famous operas. Bell had thrown on an evening dress of her cousin’s, which happened to be left in the house, and this, with its short sleeves, showing her round, girlish arms, and its long train, made her such a distracting little prima donna of fifteen, that Hugh Pennell quite laid his boyish heart at her feet. She sang “The Last Rose of Summer” with all the smiles, head-tossings, arch looks, casting down of eyelids16, and kissing of finger-tips at the close, which generally accompany it when sung by the stage soprano, and she was naturally greeted with rapturous applause. Then Jo, as the tenor17, in dressing-gown and smoking-cap for male attire18, sang a fervent19 duet with Alice Forsaith, rendering20 it with original Italian words and embraces at the end of every measure.
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Tableaux21 showing scenes from well-known novels, and thrilling historical events depicted22 in pantomime, came next, and the company was invited to name them as they followed one another in quick succession,—Eliza crossing the river by leaping from ice block to ice block, the bloodhounds in hot pursuit; Pochahontas saving the life of her noble Captain John; Rochester, holding Jane Eyre spellbound by the steely glitter of his eye; and the Pilgrim Fathers and Mothers, landing on a stern and rock-bound coast, ably represented by the dining-room table. As Uncle Harry sat on the table he was obliged to be the center of this thrilling scene, which was variously surmised23 by the audience to be the capture of a slave-ship by pirates, the rescue of a babe from a tenement-house fire, the killing24 of Julius C?sar in the Roman Senate, or an impassioned attempt to drag Casabianca from the burning deck.
After bidding their visitors goodnight, Bell and Jo went into the kitchen to put buckwheat cakes to raise for breakfast.
“I believe I’ll chop the meat hash for a half-hour while the kitchen is warm,” said Jo. “Emma Jane is right about the knife; it is dull beyond words!”
“If it is any duller than Emma Jane herself, I am sorry for it,” rejoined Bell.
“It’s a poor workman who complains of his tools, Jo,” said Patty, looking in at the door, with a superior air; “Columbus discovered America in an open boat.”
“He would never have discovered America with this chopping-knife,” quoth Jo, bringing it down with vicious emphasis on the unoffending meat.
“Did you notice Emma Jane’s expression as she stood in the doorway25 to night?”
“I did,” replied Bell, as she bustled26 about her last tasks at closet, cupboard, and sink. “Not a penny of my money shall go to the heathen in other lands until I have done some missionary27 work with her. In ten days I propose to make her stand straight, hold her head up, keep her mouth closed when not occupied in conversation or eating, stop straining her hair out by the roots, tie the ends of her braids with ribbon instead of twine28, give up her magenta29 hood30, and a few other little details.”
“I don’t see how you dare advise her at her advanced age,” responded Jo. “I suppose she is thirteen, but she appears about thirty. Look, Bell, can this hash be safely trusted now to the pearly teeth of our parlor31 boarders, or are the pieces too large for their ‘delicate sensibilities’?”
“I think that it may escape criticism,” laughed Bell. “Cover it with a clean towel and a platter, and one of us will give it a last castigation32 before it goes in the frying-pan.”
“I never had such a good time in my life, never, never!” sighed Lilia, as she blew out the lamp, and tucked herself on the front side of the bed, a little later. “I have only two things to trouble me. First: my wisdom tooth feels as if it were going to ache again. Second: it is my turn to build the kitchen fire in the morning.”
“Console yourself with one thought, my dear,” murmured Bell, drowsily33, yet sagely34. “Both these misfortunes can’t happen to you, for if your tooth chances to ache, we shall not have the heart to make you build the fire.”
“Don’t tell her that,” urged Jo, with a prodigious35 yawn, “or she will be feigning36 toothache constantly.”
Lilia’s fears had good foundation, however, for in the middle of the night, Jo, who slept next the front side, wakened suddenly to find her slipping quietly out of bed.
“What’s the matter, Lilia!” she whispered.
“Nothing; don’t wake the others, but that miserable37 tooth grumbles38 just enough to keep me awake, and my temple aches and my cheek, too. Where is the lotion39 I use for bathing my face, do you know?”
“Yes, where you put it this morning, on the back of the wash-stand; sha’n’t I light the lamp and help you?”
“No, no, hush40!” said Lilia. “I can put my hand on it in the dark. Here it is! I’ll bathe my face a few minutes, and then try to go to sleep.”
So, she anointed herself freely, put the bottle and sponge under the head of the bed lest she should need them again, and, finally, the pain growing less, fell asleep.
In the morning, Bell, who wakened first, rubbed her eyes drowsily, glanced at Lilia, who was breathing quietly, and uttered a piercing shriek41. This in turn aroused the other girls, who joined in the shriek on general principles, and then, blinking in the half-light, looked where Bell pointed42. One side of Lilia’s face was swollen43, and of a dark, purple color, presenting a truly frightful44 appearance. At length, hearing the confusion, Lilia awoke with a start, and her eyes being open, and rolling about in surprise, she looked still more alarming.
“What on earth is the matter, girls?” she asked, sitting up in bed, smoothing back her hair and rubbing her heavy lids.
Thereupon Edith and Alice began to tremble and nobody answered her.
“K-k-keep c-c-calm,” said Bell. “Lilia, dear, your face is badly swollen and inflamed45, and we’re afraid you are going to be ill, but we’ll send for the doctor straight away. Does it pain you very much?”
Lilia jumped up hastily, and, looking in the mirror, uttered a cry of terror, and sank back into the rocking-chair.
“Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What can it be! Oh, take me home to my father! It must be a malignant46 pustule—or spotted47 fever—or something dreadful! What shall I do? Bell, you are a doctor’s daughter; do find out what’s the matter with me! I am disfigured for life, and I wasn’t very good-looking before.”
“Girls,” said Bell, “let us dress this very instant, for we can’t be too quick about a thing of this kind. You, Jo, build the kitchen fire, and, Alice, make a blaze on the hearth48 in here; then, after we’ve made her comfortable, Edith can run and tell Uncle Harry to come.”
“Put on the kettle,” added Patty, “and heat blankets; they always do that in emergencies.”
“Don’t frighten me to death,” wailed49 Lilia, “calling me ‘a thing of this kind’ and an ‘emergency.’ I don’t feel a hit worse than I did in the night.”
“She had neuralgia in her face,” explained Jo; “that must have had something to do with it. She put on some of her liniment, and then dropped off to sleep. Come, darling, let us tuck you in bed again; try to keep up your courage!”
Then there was a hasty consultation50 in the kitchen ’midst many groans51 and tears. Bell was an authority on sickness, and she said, with an awestruck face, that it must be a dreadful attack of erysipelas in the very last stages.
“But,” cried Alice, perplexed52, “it is all very strange, for why does she have so little pain, and how could her face have turned so black from mortification53 in one night?”
“Blood-poisoning is very quick and very deadly,” said Patty, who had heard about such a case in her own family.
“Goodness knows what it is,” exclaimed Bell, wringing54 her hands in nervous terror. “What to do with her I don’t know; whether to put bricks to her head and ice to her feet, or keep her head cold and heat her ‘extremities,’ as father calls them—whether to give her a sweat or keep her dry, or wrap her in blankets, or get the linen55 sheets. Jo is with her now. If you’ll go and wake Uncle Harry, Edith, it is the best thing we can do. Run along with her, too, Patty, and you won’t be afraid together.”
Alice and Bell went back presently to Lilia, who looked even worse, now that the room was bright with the glow of the open fire and the pale light of the student lamp.
“You patient old darling!” cried Bell, falling on her knees beside the bed. “We have sent for Uncle Harry and the Doctor, and now you are sure to be all right, for we’ve taken the thing in good time. Good gracious!! what bottle have I tipped over under this bed!”
“It’s my neuralgia liniment,” murmured Lilia, faintly. “I bathed my face in it last night, and put it under there afterward56. Don’t spill it, for I can’t get any more here.”
“Your neuralgia lotion!” shrieked57 Bell, first with a look of blank astonishment58, and then one of excitement and glee mixed in equal parts. “Look at it, girls! Look, Alice and Jo! Oh, Lilia, you precious, blundering goose!” and thereupon she dragged out from beneath the bed valance a pint59 bottle of violet ink, and then relapsed into a paroxysm of voiceless mirth. Just then the hack60 door opened, and in hurried Uncle Harry, Edith, and Patty, much terrified, for they had heard the shouts and gasps61 and excited voices from outside, and supposed that Lilia must at least have fallen into convulsions.
“Let me see the poor child immediately,” cried Mr. Winship. “What is the trouble with you, Bell? are you demented? and where is Lilia?” looking at the apparently62 empty bed, for Lilia had wound herself in the sheets and blankets, disappeared from view, and was endeavoring to force a pillow into her mouth in order to render her shame-faced laughter inaudible. “Are you trying to play a joke on me?” continued he, with as much dignity as was consistent with an attire made up of an undershirt, a pair of trousers, overshoes, a tall hat, and a gold-headed cane63 which he had quite unconsciously caught up in his hasty flight from his chamber64.
“The fact is,” answered Bell, between her gasps, and trying desperately65 hard to regain66 her sobriety,—“the fact is—Uncle Harry—we made—a mistake, and so did—Lilia. There were two bottles just alike on the wash-stand, and in the night she bathed her face for five minutes in the purple ink! Oh, oh, oh!!”
Uncle Harry’s face relaxed into a broad smile as he realized the joke.
“Oh, Mr. Winship, you should have seen her!” sighed Jo, lifting her head from the sofa-pillow, with streaming eyes. “All her face, except part of her forehead and one cheek, was covered with enormous dark purple blotches67. She looked like a clown, or a Fourth of July fantastic, or anything else frightful!”
“Well,” said Edith, slyly, “Bell said mortification had taken place. I don’t think Lilia has ever been more mortified68 than she is now; do you?
“Puns are out of place, Edith,” said Bell, severely69. “Don’t hurry, Uncle Harry. Don’t let any thought of your rather peculiar70 attire cause you embarrassment71.”
But before Bell’s teasing voice had ceased, the last thud, thud of his rubbers, and click, click of his gold-headed cane were heard in the hall, and he thought, as he tried to finish his early morning nap, that it would be a long time before he allowed those madcap girls to rout72 him out of bed again at five o’clock on a winter’s day.
As for the girls themselves, they did not even make a trial of slumber73, but first scrubbed Lilia energetically with hard soap and pumice, and then made molasses candy, determined74 that the roaring kitchen fire should be used to some purpose.
Having gained so much time by the unusual way in which they had started the day, they were enabled to look back at nightfall on an unprecedented75 number of activities, some of them rather unique and original. There was a call upon Emma Jane’s mother, another upon Mrs. Carter at the Winter Farm, a sleigh-ride with Geoffrey Strong, the vehicle being a truck for hauling wood, an hour’s coasting down Brigadier hill, and a trip to the doctor’s for courtplaster and arnica and peppermint76 and cough lozenges. Then directly after luncheon77 Bell and Jo made a private and confidential7 call upon Grandma Win-ship’s pig, leaving with him as evidences of regard several samples of their own cookery. This call they hoped was unnoticed, but an hour afterwards the other four girls were espied78 coming from the Winships’, all clad in black garments of one sort or another. When questioned as to the meaning of this mysterious piece of foolishness they merely remarked that they, too, had called upon the Winships pig, but that it was a visit of condolence and sympathy.
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