The sun poured through the windows onto Maida’s bed. She stirred. Was it a bird calling her? No. It was the phonograph. She peeped out the window. Arthur had brought the phonograph to the opening of the barn door. It was playing, “Bugle Calls of the American Army.” It was reveille that she was listening to.
The door to her bed-chamber flew open and Rosie, her heavy curls flying, her black eyes sparkling, precipitated1 herself across the room. “Oh Maida!” she exclaimed. “Isn’t it wonderful? I am not dreaming am I? Ow!” as Maida pinched her. “I have been awake for I don’t know how long, listening to the birds and everything. I have been waiting ever so long for you to wake up. I thought you would never stir.”
“Well now that I’m awake, I’ll dress as soon as possible,” Maida promised. “We’ve got a long day before us. Let’s go in and get Laura up.”
Laura was still deep in slumber2. Indeed she showed a marked disinclination to awaken3. Rosie charitably assisted her efforts by the application to her face of a very wet—and a very cold—sponge. For some reason, this action precipitated a pillow fight. In the midst of it, the breakfast bell sounded but they paid no attention to it. Finally Granny Flynn had to call: “Stop that running about, children, and get dressed. Breakfast’ll be on the table in a minute.”
When the second bell rang, the boys came in from the barn and the twelve children, Granny Flynn at one end of the table and Mrs. Dore at the other, sat down to a breakfast of fruit, oatmeal, eggs, and all the milk they wanted.
After breakfast, Maida said, “Now, first, I want to show the six little children where’s the nicest place for them to play. Do the rest of you want to come?”
The rest did want to come. Perhaps Laura voiced their sentiments when she said, “That’s a great idea, Maida. Get the little children interested, so they won’t be forever tagging us.”
Maida led the way to the side of the house—the north. They crossed an expanse of lawn,[Pg 60] came to an opening in the stone wall. Beyond looked like unbroken forest. But from the break in the wall, threading its way through the trees, appeared a well-worn path. They followed it for a few rods. It ended flush against a big sloping rock.
“This,” Maida said triumphantly4, “is House Rock.”
“Isn’t it a beauty!” Rosie exclaimed.
It was a beauty—and especially for play purposes. It was big, cut up by stratification into all levels—but low. At its highest end, it was not three feet from the ground. Trees shaded it; bushes hedged it; mosses6 padded it. No wonder it had been named House Rock; for it was a perfect setting for those housekeeping games in which little children so delight.
“Now, listen to me, little six,” Maida began.
But Arthur interrupted, “Why that’s a great name for them—the Little Six. And we,” he added triumphantly, “are the Big Six.”
“Molly and Mabel and Dorothy and Betsy and Delia and Timmie,” Maida started again, “all of you, listen! You are the Little Six. This is your playground. There are some toys[Pg 61] in the house; dolls and doll’s dishes and doll’s furniture, which you can bring here to play house with. But you are not to go far from the Rock. And when you hear the cow-bell, you must always return to the Little House.”
“Is that all,” Laura asked eagerly, “and now can we leave the Little Six and go exploring?”
The Little Six waited, dancing with excitement, impatient for the first time in their lives to have the big children go.
“Not yet,” Maida responded, “just one more thing for the Little Six.”
She led the way around House Rock to its high end. From there another well-worn path started off. The children followed her down its curving way. Not far from House Rock, it came into a big circular enclosure; grassy7 and surrounded by trees.
“What’s this, Maida?” Arthur asked.
“It’s a Fairy Ring,” Maida answered solemnly.
“That’s what I’ve always called it,” Maida replied. “I don’t know what it is, if it isn’t a Fairy Ring. I have never seen anything[Pg 62] like it—except in England and there they always call them Fairy Rings, and besides nobody knows what it was used for.”
Arthur strolled around the entire circumference9 of the Ring keenly examining the ground and the surrounding trees.
“It looks like a wood clearing to me,” he said in a low tone to Maida when he rejoined the group.
Betsy, silenced for the first time in her five years of experience, suddenly exploded. “Oh goody! goody! goody!” she exclaimed. “Now the fairies will come and play with us. I’ve always wanted to see a fairy. Now I’m going to see one!”
“I don’t believe they’s any such things as fairies,” Timmie declared sturdily.
“Oh Timmie,” Dorothy Clark remonstrated10, “I should think you’d be ashamed of yourself. Of course they’s fairies.”
“Well, anyway,” Timmie still sturdily stood his ground, “if they are, I don’t believe they’ll come and play with us.”
“Well, I believe they will,” Mabel Clark reinforced her sister.
But Betsy was capering11 up and down the length and breadth of the Fairy Ring. “I know the fairies will come!” she sang aloud.[Pg 63] “I know the fairies will come! I know the fairies will come!”
When the older children left the Fairy Ring, all six of the little children were capering too. The last thing they heard was Delia’s mimicking12 words: “I know the fairz tum! I know the fairz tum! I know the fairz tum!”
“That’s over,” Maida said. “I told Granny Flynn,” she explained, “that I’d show the little children a nice place to play. Now let’s go into the living room and talk. There are a whole lot of things that I’ve got to tell you that I haven’t had time to tell you yet.”
Although it was a June day—and as warm and sunny as June knows how to be—they gathered about the big fireplace where already logs were piled and ready to burn. The boys sat on the fender; the girls drew up chairs. After they were all comfortable Maida began.
“Father says that this first week we can all rest. It’s to be our vacation, but after that, we’ve got to work. Father says that there are some things that every girl ought to know how to do and some things every boy ought to know. And we’re going to learn those things living in the Little House.”
Rosie’s eyes danced. “Hurry!” she urged Maida.
Maida drew a long breath. “There’s so much of it. You see there’s a good deal of work about the house, although it seems so small. Floribel—she’s the colored maid—is going to do the cooking and Zeke, her husband, will attend to most of the outside work. Of course Granny Flynn and Mrs. Dore will run everything. But we girls are to take care of our own rooms and the flower garden.”
“Oh goody, goody!” Rosie exclaimed, “I love flowers!”
“We are to keep the house decorated with flowers. And once every week, we are to do the housekeeping for the entire day—that’s Floribel’s and Zeke’s day off. That day, we have to plan the meals; do the marketing13; cook the food; wash and wipe the dishes.”
“Gee, I’m glad I’m not a girl,” Harold said jubilantly.
“Oh your turn comes now,” Maida declared. “You boys have got to weed and water the vegetable garden; gather vegetables whenever they are needed; run errands; take care of the tennis court.”
“For my part,” Laura declared, “I wish we did all the cooking. I love it.”
“You wouldn’t love it if you did it for[Pg 65] sixteen people,” Maida commented in a scandalized tone.
“It’s just as though we were all alone by ourselves,” Rosie declared jubilantly.
“We are,” Maida stated. “We’re three miles from the Big House. We shan’t see any of father’s company. Father has closed one of the roads that leads to the Little House and the other is a secret one that nobody but he and Botkins and I know. Your parents are invited to visit you whenever they wish. Of course father will come to see us occasionally. And let me tell you he will come when we least expect it. And if everything isn’t in apple-pie-order—Of course there’s the telephone if we should need help—or anything happened—But otherwise we’re almost all alone in the world.”
“It’s like a story book,” Dicky commented.
“Maida!” Rosie said, “you speak of a flower garden and a vegetable garden but I don’t remember that you showed them to us last night.”
“No, I didn’t,” Maida explained. “We were all getting so tired. But I’ll show them to you now. Come!”
She led the way through the living room;[Pg 66] through the dining room to the back door of the house. Then she turned north. “This room is the laundry,” she said. “And here,” pointing to an enclosure, set off by a high vine-grown lattice, “is the drying yard.” They were now walking on a path which ran between the house and a file of cypresses14, standing15 trim and tall and so close that they made a hedge. Maida led the way to the corner where there was an opening. There a great rectangle surrounded by cypresses was a garden—all roses. The bushes were already in rich bloom, great creamy white ones and great pinky white ones. Others were deep pink, golden yellow, a rich dark crimson16.
“This is the rose garden,” Maida explained. “Beyond,” she led the way into still another cypress-guarded square, “is the old-fashioned garden. There are nasturtiums here and phlox and pansies and peonies and lots of other things I can’t remember, and in the fall there’ll be dahlias and asters.”
Rosie shook herself with joy. “I shall love working in this garden,” she declared. “This afternoon let’s fill all the vases in the house with roses.”
“All right,” Maida agreed absently. “Now I’m going to show you the vegetable garden.”
“I know where that is,” Arthur boasted. “I got up early and explored.”
Maida led the way past the croquet ground, past the tennis court to another cypress-bordered square. Here, in parallel lines, were rows of green sprouts17. The earth must have been turned over in the spring, indeed it might have been turned over in the previous fall, rich loam18 and cultivator added. It looked like freshly-grated chocolate.
“Gracious, I think I could make fudge of that earth,” Rosie exclaimed.
“How tidy it looks,” Laura commented.
“Yes,” Maida agreed. “That’s because the gardener has put it in perfect condition for you boys. But after this, you’ve got to take care of it yourselves. And weeds grow like—like—” She paused for a comparison.
“Like sixty!” Arthur finished it for her. “I know; I’ve weeded my aunt’s garden in Maine. Believe me it’s hot work. The thing to do is to work a little every day—that’s the only way you can keep ahead of the weeds.”
“Sure, early in the morning!” Dicky remarked.
“I just happened to read it in a book,” Dicky explained.
“Now, when I tell you,” Maida went on, as one suddenly remembering the rest of her instructions, “that we shall have to go to bed at nine and get up at seven, I have told you all I have to tell you. Father’s very strict about our sleep. He says we must have ten hours. There’s one exception. Saturday night, when we can sit up until ten and Sunday morning when we can sleep until eight. Now, how would you like to go to the Magic Mirror?”
“Oh I’ve been on pins and needles every moment since we got up wanting to go to that Pond,” Rosie declared, “but then I want to see everything at once.”
“Arthur, do you know how to row a canoe?” Dicky asked.
“No, I don’t,” Arthur admitted.
“I do,” said Harold with a slight accent of superiority, “but you don’t row a canoe. You row a boat and you paddle a canoe.”
“Does it take long to learn?” Dicky asked with great interest.
“No, and it’s as easy as pie when you get the hang of it, but you fall overboard a hundred times before you do that.”
“I can’t swim,” Dicky said disconsolately20.
“Never mind, Dicky,” Maida comforted him, “you’ll soon learn. Can you swim Rosie?”
“Yes. I’ll teach you Dicky. You begin first with water wings and then—”
In the meantime, following Maida’s lead, they were moving north.
“Hi!” Arthur remonstrated. “The way to the Pond—I mean the Magic Mirror—is over in that direction.”
“This is another way to it,” Maida explained. “Once you’ve taken it, you’ll never take any other.”
A little path disengaged itself from the trees which fringed the lawn, began to wind away, almost hidden, among the trees. The children followed Maida in Indian file. For a few moments they could hear Granny Flynn calling to the younger children; then the voices gradually died away; bird voices took their places; the calm and the hush21 of the deep forest fell upon them.
“Oh isn’t it wonderful!” Rosie said in an awed tone. “It makes me feel like—It makes me feel like—Well, it’s like being in church.”
On both sides the fresh green of the trees made an intricate screen through which the[Pg 70] sunlight poured and splashed. The birds kept up their calls; and many insects called too. A bee buzzed through a tiny interval22 of silence; then a crow cawed. The road turned, dipped, sank.
“Isn’t this pretty?” Maida exclaimed as they descended23 into a hollow with high, thick, blossoming wild-rose bushes on both sides.
Involuntarily, the Big Six stopped and looked about them. They stood in a little dimple in the earth—bushes growing thick and high on its sides.
“How hot it is down here,” Laura commented, “and how sweet it smells.”
“I call it the Bosky Dingle,” Maida explained.
“It’s a poetry phrase,” Maida told him. “It means a kind of woody hollow.”
“There’s the Pond!” called the practical Harold.
The children broke into a run.
They came out on a cleared space with a boat-house and a long jetty, leading from a newly-shingled shed into the water. “This is for the canoes,” Maida explained. She [Pg 71]unlocked the door and showed a single wide empty room.
“Oh let’s go home and get the canoes and bring them down here,” Arthur explained. “I’m wild to try them.”
“It will take two to carry each canoe,” Harold explained, “and we need bathing suits.”
“There are bathing suits at home for all of us,” Maida explained. “Shall we turn back?” She asked this question politely, but she said it a little reluctantly.
Rosie seemed to see her reluctance25.
“Did you have another plan, Maida?” Rosie demanded.
“Well you see,” Maida answered slowly, “there’s a gypsy camp half way round the Magic Mirror and I thought you might like to visit it.”
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