Now, the dear old gentleman had a poor memory; and, if he laid down his newspaper or spectacles, he hardly ever knew where to find them.
"I guess I left my silk handkerchief up stairs," said he, one morning. "Won't my little boy run up, and get it off the bureau?"
Flaxie went in a moment, but the handkerchief was not there. There was a silver box on the bureau, though, a very pretty one; and Flaxie thought she would open it and see what was in it. It was an old-fashioned snuff-box. Grandpa Pressy did not use snuff, but he carried his medicines in this box when he went away from home. There were three kinds of medicine,—cough lozenges, sugar-coated pills, and a tiny bottle wrapped in cotton-wool, and marked "wine of antimony."
First, Flaxie took out a cough lozenge, and put it on her tongue; but it was rather fiery2, and she said,—
"O, it quackles me."
She would not touch the "candy pills," for she had seen the same sort before, and knew they were bitter inside; but she picked the vial out of the cotton-wool, held it up to the light, and thought it looked "very nice."
"Mayn't I have some, grandpa?" whispered she.
She knew her gampa was not there to hear her: it was a way she had of talking to herself.
"Mayn't I have some, gampa?" Then she smiled very sweetly, and replied aloud,—
"Yes, little boy, you may have some."
Ah, Flaxie, Flaxie! To think you should know no better than to meddle3 with such dreadful things! The antimony was as poisonous as it could be; but, if anybody had told you so, you would have swallowed it all the same, I suppose, you silly little creature!
How much antimony Flaxie took, I'm sure I don't know, but it was a great deal; and it frightens me now to think of it, for this is a true story.
"I'm a doctor's chillen; I mus' take mederson," said she, making a wry4 face as she found it did not taste at all "nice."
Suddenly a voice called out,—
"Where's that try-patience?"
It was Dora; she was close by the door. Flaxie threw the vial and the box behind the looking-glass, and answered, in an innocent tone,—
"Here I is!"
Of course she knew Dora meant her; for Dora never, never called anybody else a "try-patience."
"What are you up in this chair for, rummaging5 round in folks' bureaux?" said Dora, hugging and scolding and shaking her, all in a breath.
"I wasn't doin' nuffin," said guilty little Flaxie, pouting6. "If you scold to me, Dodo, I'll make me a naughty little goorl!"
"You're always naughty, without making. There, now, come away: this room is no place for you."
"O, now I know what I camed for," said Flaxie; "it was gampa's hang-ger-fiss."
"O, lor', I found his hang-ger-fiss long ago in the dining-room. Away with you. I want to make the bed."
As Dora spoke7, she kissed Flaxie; and I wonder she didn't perceive that the child's breath smelt8 of medicine.
"There, there, you're an old darling," said Dodo, "whatever you do."
That was the way Dora's scoldings usually ended; and Flaxie did not mind them in the least. She danced down stairs in a great hurry; for, in the front yard under the trees, her brother Preston and two other boys were swapping9 jack10-knives, and Miss Frizzle always liked to be on the spot when any thing was going on.
The boys all smiled when they saw her coming; and Preston drew her close to his side, and straightened the lace frill in the neck of her dress. He was only eight years old; but he had always felt a great deal of care of his little sister.
"Come here, Miss Frizzle, and I'll put you in my pocket," said Bert Abbott.
This was considered such a bright speech that the boys, all three, turned their pockets inside out to see if they had any sweetmeats to offer. Bert Abbott found a broken tart12, and Jack Snow a few peanuts. Flaxie took the "pinnuts" with a cool little nod, but the tart was not to her fancy.
"'Cause I don't like pie-grust, and that's because," said she, curling her lip as she looked at the crumbs13.
"Guess you don't like 'pinnuts' either," said Jack Snow; for she was dropping the shells down Preston's back and the kernels14 into the grass.
"Yes, I like 'em; pinnuts is le-licious," replied Flaxie, faintly; but she was beginning to grow rather pale round the mouth.
"Come, boys," said Preston, who had not the slightest idea that any thing ailed15 his precious sister, "let's go and have our sail. I'll run and get Flaxie's hat."
They called it "sailing;" but it was merely rocking about in the pretty boat, called the "Trout-fly," which was moored17 on the bank of the brook18. As the boys did not know how to swim, Dr. Gray never allowed them to unfasten the boat.
It was a lovely day. The hills were as blue as the sky, and the sky was as soft as a dream. What harm was there in having a little "sail" in that black and green "Trout-fly?" Preston thought they were doing a proper thing, and so they were; but the young passenger they took with them was soon to give them a world of trouble.
The boys had a pretty good time; but they could not make Flaxie talk: she said her "teef were tired." There was an anxious look on her face, and she never once smiled.
"What under the sun ails19 you?" said Preston, as she threw herself down in the bottom of the boat, with her head on his feet.
"I don' know," replied Flaxie; for she had no more remembrance of her dose of poison than a kitten has of its last saucer of cream.
"Are you sleepy?"
"No; but my eyes are."
"Let her go to sleep; don't bother her," said Jack Snow.
"Yes, I shall bother her too. She's real white; and I can't stand it," said Preston, stroking her cold cheeks in alarm.
At that Flaxie began to cry. She was not in pain, as she had been when she got the slate-pencil up her nose; but somehow she felt very unhappy.
"Why, Flaxie Frizzle Gray, what do you mean by such talk as that? What do YOU know about dying?"
"O, I know 'bout16 it; we'll all die some day, mamma said so; guess it's some day now," gasped21 Flaxie, mournfully.
"That's not a pretty way to talk," said Bert Abbott. "Here, eat a raisin22, Flaxie, that's a good baby."
Flaxie shut her eyes firmly, and would not touch the raisin. Preston began to feel uneasy: he had never seen his sister's rosy23 little face look like this before. "See here, boys," said he, "let's get out of this, and I'll carry Flaxie home to mother."
If he could only have done it! But, somehow, before he had fairly got the child in his arms, she drew away from him and leaned over the stern of the boat. I suppose she was blind and dizzy; but, at any rate, she lost her balance and fell head-first into the brook, which was deep enough, even by the shore, to drown a man. It was done so quickly that nobody had time to stop her. Jack Snow reached out as far as he could and clutched the hem1 of her cambric dress; but it slipped through his fingers, and the child sank down, down to the very bottom.
"Hullo there!" screamed the boy, as if that could do the least good!
Preston plunged24 into the water. He did not know how to swim much; but he never stopped to think of himself, he must save his darling sister. O, where was she? Why didn't she rise to the surface? He had heard his father say that people did not drown till they had risen at least once. Perhaps you, who know of Flaxie's taking poison, can guess why she did not rise. She had fainted away!
Preston dived, but came up without her. She had gone out of his reach. When he rose, he said to himself,—
"I'll never go home without my darling sister! If she drowns, I'll drown!"
"Jump into the boat," screamed the boys. "It's no use; you can't get her!"
"Yes, I will," said Preston, and dived again. That time, without knowing it, he almost touched Flaxie, lying still as a log, ten feet below.
When he came up, the boys reached after him and pulled him into the boat. He struggled with all his might; but it was two against one, and he could not help himself.
"Pat him on the back," said Jack Snow, always ready with advice.
"Oogle, oogle, oggle, goggle!" cried Preston, striking out both arms, and determined26 to dive again; but the boys held him fast. If they had not held him, he would certainly have drowned, but he could not have saved Flaxie. He had courage enough, and will enough for a grown man; but, alas27, his strength was only that of a little boy.
And what could be done? Bert Abbott ran up the bank, screaming for help. Was all the world deaf? If those boys had never prayed before, they prayed now. "Help us, help us, O God, won't you help us? Send somebody to save Flaxie!"
It was quite five minutes—so I am told—that the child lay in that brook before any help came. At last a man, who was going by, heard the outcry, and thought it sounded like something more than boys' play. He ran to the spot; and, as he could swim, he soon had Flaxie out of the water; but, whether dead or alive, that was the question.
There she lay in his arms, as still as a stone. The water dripped from her beautiful flaxen hair, from the tips of her white fingers, from her dimpled chin; but not an eyelash stirred, and her little heart had ceased to beat.
"The poor thing is clean gone, no mistake about that," thought the man, putting his lips to Flaxie's cold mouth.
"Rub her! Roll her! Run for father!" shouted Preston, flinging himself upon his lifeless sister, and kissing her wildly.
"Here, boys, you run ahead and get the doctor, and I'll carry her to the house as quick as I can," said Mr. Bond.
"Don't take on so," added he, soothingly28 to Preston. "Folks do come to, sometimes, and live, when they look as far gone as she does."
He said this from the kindness of his heart; but in reality he had very little hope of Flaxie. Dr. Gray had scarcely any hope either: he thought she had been in the water too long.
Ever so many men and women worked over the child for hours and hours: Dr. Papa and mamma among the rest, of course; and even Grandpa Pressy helped a little, though his hands trembled, and he was very pale. It did not seem to be of the least use; still, they kept trying.
"O, you dear, beautiful baby," said Mrs. Gray, the tears falling over her cheeks, "it is so hard to give you up!"
Dr. Papa held his cold little darling, his "Pinky Pearly," to his heart; but he could not speak a word.
But, just as they were all giving her up, she was seen to breathe, very, very softly.
"Saved!" whispered Dr. Papa.
"Saved!" echoed mamma.
"Thank God!" said Grandpa Pressy.
How did Preston feel when his dear sister slowly opened her blue eyes? He would have given his life for her,—was he glad she was saved? Ah, was he glad, the noble boy?
In a few minutes Dr. Papa knew the whole story: he found out that Flaxie had been taking poison.
"Now I understand it all," said he. "She fainted away before she fell into the brook. If she had not fainted she could not have lived so long under the water."
"Was that what made her lie so still?" asked Preston. "If she had moved a little I might have pulled her out; but she wouldn't move, and I couldn't reach her."
"You tried your best, my son," said the doctor, laying his hand on Preston's head. "It makes me happy to think my little girl has such a brother!"
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swapping
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