 CHAPTER XVI Lie round, child, and get your sweeping done up smart and early. Yes, mother. I shall want you to help me about the baking bind by. Yes, mother. Roxy is cleaning the cellar's closets, so you'll have to get the vegetables ready for dinner. Father wants a boiled dish, and I shall be so busy I can't see to it. Yes, mother. A cheerful voice gave the three answers, but it cost Mary an effort to keep it so, for she had certain little plans of her own which made the work before her unusually distasteful. Saturday always was a trying day, for those she liked to see rooms in order, she hated to sweep. As no speck escaped Mrs. Grant's eye, and only the good old fashioned broom wielded by a pair of strong arms was allowed. Baking was another trial. She loved good bread and delicate pastry, but did not enjoy burning her face over a hot stove, dobbing her hands with dough, or spending hours rolling out cookies for the boys. While a boiled dinner was her a special horror, as it was not elegant, and the washing of vegetables was a job she always shirked when she could. However, having made up her mind to do her work without complaint, she ran upstairs to put on her dust cap, trying to look as if sweeping was the joy of her life. It is such a lovely day, I did want to rake my garden, and have a walk with Molly, and finish my book so I can get another, she said with a sigh, as she leaned out of the open window for a breath of the unusually mild air. Down in the ten-acre lot the boys were carting and spreading loam. Out in the barn her father was getting his plows ready. Over the hill rose the smoke of the distant factory, and the river that turned the wheels was gliding through the meadows, where soon the blackbirds would be singing. Old Bess pod the ground, eager to be off. The gray hens were scratching busily all about the yard. Even the green things in the garden were pushing through the brown earth, softened by April rains. And there was a shimmer of sunshine over the wide landscape that made every familiar object beautiful with hints of spring, and the activity it brings. Something made the old nursery hymn come into Mary's head and humming to herself. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too. She tied on her cap, shouldered her broom, and fell to work so energetically that she soon swept her way through the chambers, down the front stairs to the parlor door, leaving freshness and order behind her as she went. She always groaned when she entered that apartment, and got out of it again as soon as possible. For it was, like most country parlors, a prim and chilly place, with little beauty and no comfort. Black horsehair furniture, very slippery and hard, stood against the wall. The table had its gift books, albums, worsted mat, and ugly lamp, the mantelpiece its china vases, pink shells, and clock that never went. The gay carpet was kept distressingly bright by closed shutters six days out of the seven, and a general air of go-to-meeting solemnity pervaded the room. Mary longed to make it pretty and pleasant, but her mother would allow of no change there, so the girl gave up her dreams of rugs and hangings, fine pictures and tasteful ornaments, and dutifully aired, dusted, and shut up this awful apartment once a week, privately resolving that, if she ever had a parlor of her own, it should not be as dismal as a tomb. The dining-room was a very different place, but here Mary had been allowed to do as she liked, yet so gradual had been the change that she would have found it difficult to tell how it came about. It seemed to begin with the flowers, for her father kept his word about the posipots and got enough to make quite a little conservatory in the bay window, which was sufficiently large for three rows all round, and hanging baskets overhead. Being discouraged by her first failure, Mary gave up trying to have things nice everywhere and contended herself with making that one nook so pretty that the boys called it her bower. Even Busy Mrs. Grant owned that plants were not so messy, as she expected, and the farmer was never tired of watching little daughter as she sat at work there with her low chair and table full of books. The lamp helped, also, for Mary set up her own but so well trimmed that it burned clear and bright, shining on the green arch of ivy overhead, and on the nasturtium vines, framing the old glass, and peeping at their gay little faces and at the pretty young girl so pleasantly that first her father came to read his paper by it, then her mother slipped in to rest on the lounge in the corner, and finally the boys hovered about the door as if the set-in room had grown more attractive than the kitchen. But the open fire did more than anything else to win and hold them all, as it seldom fails to do when the black demon of an airtight stove is banished from the hearth. After the room was cleaned till it shone, Mary begged to have the brass and irons put in, and offered to keep them as bright as gold if her mother would consent. So the great logs were kindled and the flames went dancing up the chimney as if glad to be set free from their prison. It changed the whole room like magic, and no one could resist the desire to enjoy its cherry comfort. The farmer's three-cornered leather chair soon stood on one side and mother's rocker on the other as they toasted their feet and dozed or chatted in the pleasant warmth. The boys' slippers were always ready on the hearth, and when the big boots were once off, they naturally settled down about the table, where the tall lamp with its pretty shade of pressed autumn leaves burned brightly, and the books and papers lay ready to their hands instead of being tucked out of sight in the closet. They were beginning to see that Mary's notions had some sense in them, since they were made comfortable and good-naturedly took some pains to please her in various ways. Tom brushed his hair and washed his hands nicely before he came to table. Dick tried to lower his boisterous laughter, and Harry never smoked in the sitting-room. Even Roxy expressed her pleasure in seeing things kind of spruced up, and Mary's gentle treatment of the hard-working drudge won her heart entirely. The girl was thinking of these changes as she watered her flowers, dusted the furniture, and laid the fire ready for kindling. And when all was done, she stood a minute to enjoy the pleasant room, full of spring sunshine, fresh air, and exquisite order. It seemed to give her heart for far more distasteful labours, and she failed to work at the pies as cheerfully as if she liked it. Mrs. Grant was flying about the kitchen, getting the loaves of brown and white bread ready for the big oven. Roxy's voice came up from the cellar singing Bounding Billows with a swashing and scrubbing accompaniment which suggested that she was actually enjoying a life on the ocean wave. Mary, in her neat cap and apron, stood smiling over her work as she deftly rolled and clipped, filled and covered, finding a certain sort of pleasure in doing it well, and adding interest to it by crimping the crust, making pretty devices with strips of paste and star-shaped prickings of the fork. Goodwill give a skill, says the proverb, and even particular Mrs. Grant was satisfied when she paused to examine the pastry with her experienced eye. You are a handy child and a credit to your bringing up, though I do say it. Those are as pretty pies as I'd wish to eat if they bake well, and there's no reason why they shouldn't. May I make some tarts or rabbits of these bits? The boys like them, and I enjoy modeling this sort of thing, and Mary, who was trying to mold a bird as she had seen Ralph do with clay to amuse Jill while the bust was going on. No, dear, there's no time for knick-knacks today. The beets ought to be on this minute, run and get them, and be sure you scrape the carrots well. Poor Mary put away the delicate task she was just beginning to like, and taking a pan went down cellar, wishing vegetables could be grown without earth, for she hated to put her hands in dirty water. A word of praise to Roxy made that grateful scrubber leave her way to poke about in the root cellar, choosing, Seach as was pretty much of a muchness, else they wouldn't bile even. So Mary was spared that part of the job, and went up to scrape and wash without complaint since it was for father. She was repaid at noon by the relish with which she enjoyed his dinner, for Mary tried to make even a boiled dish pretty by arranging the beets, carrots, turnips, and potatoes in contrasting colors, with the beef hidden under the cabbage leaves. Now I'll rest and read for an hour, then I'll rake my garden, or run downtown to see Molly and get some seeds, she thought, to herself, as she put away the spoons and glasses, which she liked to wash, that they might always be clear and bright. If you've done all your own mending there's a heap of socks to be looked over, then I'll show you about darning the tablecloths. I do hate to have a stitch of work left over till Monday, said Mrs. Grant, who never took naps, and prided herself on sitting down to her needle at three p.m. every day. Yes, mother. And Mary went slowly upstairs, feeling that a part of Saturday ought to be a holiday after books and work all the week. As she braided up her hair, her eye fell upon the reflection of her own face in the glass. Not a happy nor a pretty one just then, and Mary was so unaccustomed to seeing any other, that involuntarily this frown smoothed itself out. The eyes lost their weary look, the drooping lips curbed into a smile, and, leaning her elbows on the bureau, she shook her head at herself, saying, half aloud, as she glanced at the mirror, you needn't look so cross and ugly just because you can't have what you want. Sweeping, baking, and darning are not so bad as being plagued with lovers and carried off and burnt at the stake, so I won't envy poor Rebecca her jewels and curls, and romantic times, but make the best of my own. Then she laughed, and the bright face came back into the mirror, and Mary went on dressing with care, for she took pleasure in her own little charms, and felt a sense of comfort in knowing that she could always have one pretty thing to look at if she kept her own face serene and sweet. It certainly looked so as it bent over the pile of big socks half an hour later, and brightened with each that was laid aside. Her mother saw it, and guessing why such wistful glance went from clock to window kindly shortened the task of tablecloth darning by doing a good bit herself before putting it into Mary's hands. She was a good and loving mother in spite of her strict ways, and knew that it was better for her romantic daughter to be learning all the housewife-free lessons she could teach her than to be reading novels, writing verses, or philandering about with her head full of girlish fancies, quite innocent in themselves, but not the stuff to live on. So she wisely taught the hands that preferred to pick flowers, trim up rooms and mold birds, to work well with needle, broom, and rolling pin, put a receipt book before the eyes that loved to laugh and weep over tender tails, and kept the young head and heart safe and happy with wholesome duties, useful studies, and such harmless pleasures as girls should love, instead of letting them waste their freshness in vague longings, idle dreams, and frivolous pastimes. But it was often hard to thwart the docile child, and lately she had seemed to be growing up so fast that her mother began to feel a new sort of tenderness for this sweet daughter, who was almost ready to take upon herself the cares as well as triumphs and delights of maidenhood. Something in the droop of the brown head, and the quick movement of the busy hands with a little burn on it made it difficult for Mrs. Grant to keep Mary at work that day, and her eye watched the clock almost as impatiently as the girls, for she liked to see the young face brighten when the hour of release came. What next, asked Mary, as the last stitch was set, and she stifled a sigh on hearing the clock strike four, for the sun was getting low and the lovely afternoon going fast. One more job, or not too tired for it. I want the receipt for diet drink, Miss Dawes promised me. Would you like to run down and get it for me, dear? Yes, mother. And that answer was as blithe as of Robin's chirp, for that was just where Mary wanted to go. Away went thimble and scissors, and in five minutes away went Mary, skipping down the hill without a care in the world, for a happy heart sat singing within, and everything seemed full of beauty. She had a capital time with Molly, called on Jill, did her shopping in the village, and had just turned to walk up the hill when Ralph Evans came tramping along behind her, looking so pleased and proud about something that she could not help asking what it was. For they were great friends, and Mary thought that to be an artist was the most glorious career a man could choose. I know you've got some good news, she said, looking up at him as he touched his hat, and fell into step with her, seeming more contented than before. I have, and I was just coming up to tell you, for I was sure you would be glad. It is only a hope, a chance, but it is so splendid I feel as if I must shout and dance, or fly over a fence or two to let off steam. Do tell me quick, have you got an order, asked Mary, full of interest at once, for artistic vicissitudes were very romantic, and she liked to hear about them. I may go abroad in the autumn. Oh, how lovely. Isn't it? David German is going to spend a year in Rome to finish a statue and wants me to go along. Grandma is willing, as cousin Maria wants her for a long visit, so everything looks promising and I really think I may go. Won't it cost a great deal, asked Mary, who in spite of her little elegancies had a good deal of her thrifty mother's common sense. Yes, and I've got to earn it, but I can, I know I can, for I've saved some and I shall work like ten beavers all summer. I won't borrow if I can help it, but I know someone who would lend me five hundred if I wanted it. And Ralph looked as eager and secure as if the earning of twice that sum was a mere trifle when all the longing of his life was put into his daily tasks. I wish I had it to give you. It must be so splendid to feel that you can do great things if you only have the chance and to travel and see all the lovely pictures and statues and people and places in Italy how happy you must be. And Mary's eyes had the wistful look that they always wore when she dreamed dreams of the world she loved to live in. I am so happy that I'm afraid it never will happen. If I do go I'll write and tell you all about the fine sights and how I get on. Would you like me to, as Ralph, be getting enthusiastically and ending rather bashfully? For he admired Mary very much and was not quite sure how this proposal would be received. Indeed I should. I'd feel so grand to have letters from Paris and Rome and you'd have so much to tell it would be almost as good as going myself, she said, looking off into the daffodil sky as they paused a minute on the hilltop to get breath, for both had walked as fast as they talked. And will you answer the letters asked Ralph watching the innocent face which looked unusually kind and beautiful to him in that soft light? Why yes, I'd love to. Only I shall not have anything interesting to say. What can I write about? And Mary smiled as she thought how dull her letters would sound after the exciting details his would doubtless give. Write about yourself and all the rest of the people I know. Grandma will be gone and I shall want to hear how you get on. Ralph looked very anxious indeed to hear and Mary promised she would tell all about the other people, adding, as she turned from the evening peace and loveliness to the house, whence came the clatter of milk pans and the smell of cooking. I never should have anything very nice to tell about myself, for I don't do interesting things as you do and you wouldn't care to hear about school and sewing and messing round at home. Mary gave a disdainful little sniff at the savory perfume of ham which saluted them and paused with her hand on the gate as if she found it pleasanter out there than in the house. Ralph seemed to agree with her for leaning on the gate he lingered to say with real sympathy in his tone and something else in his face, yes, I should, so you write and tell me all about it. I didn't know you had any worries for you always seemed like one of the happiest people in the world with so many to pet and care for you and plenty of money and nothing very hard or hateful to do, you'd think you were well off if you knew as much about poverty and work and never getting what you want as I do you bear your worries so well that nobody knows you have them I ought not to complain and I won't for I do have all I need I'm so glad you're going to get what you want at last and Mary held out her hand to say good night with so much pleasure in her face that Ralph could not make up his mind to go just yet I shall have to scratch round in a lively way before I do get it for David says a fellow can't live on less than four or five hundred a year even living as poor artists have to in garrets and on crusts I don't mind as long as grandma is all right she is away tonight I should not be here he added Mary needed no hint for her tender heart was touched by the vision of her friend in a garret and she suddenly rejoiced that there was ham and eggs for supper so that he might be well fed once at least before he went away to feed on artistic crusts being here come in and spend the evening the boys will like to hear the news and so will father do now it was impossible to refuse the invitation he had been longing for and then they went to the great delight of Roxy who instantly retired to the pantry smiling significantly and brought out the most elaborate pie in honour of the occasion Mary touched up the table and put a little vase of flowers in the middle to redeem the vulgarity of donuts of course the boys upset it but as there was company nothing was said Ralph devoured his supper with the appetite of a hungry boy while watching Mary eat bread and cream out of an old-fashioned silver poringer and thinking it the sweetest sight he ever beheld then the young people gathered about the table full of the new plans and the elders listened as they rested after the week's work a pleasant evening for they all liked Ralph but as the parents watched Mary sitting among the great lads a little queen among her subjects half unconscious as yet of the power in her hands they nodded to one another and then shook their heads as if they said I'm afraid the time is coming mother no danger as long as she don't know it father at nine the boys went off to the barn the farmer to wind up the eight day clock and the housewife to see how the baked beans and Indian pudding for tomorrow Ralph took up his hat to go saying as he looked at the shade on the tall student lamp what a good light that gives I can see it as I go home every night and it burns up here like a beacon I always look for it and it hardly ever fails to be burning sort of cheers up the way you know when I'm tired or low in my mind that I'm very glad I got it I liked the shape but the boys laughed at it as they did at my bulwashes in a ginger jar over there I'd been reading about household art and I thought I'd try a little answered Mary laughing at her own whims you've got a better sort of household art I think for you make people happy and places pretty without fussing over it this room is ever so much improved every time I come though I hardly see what it is except the flowers said Ralph to the tall callow that bent its white cup above her as if to pour its dew upon her head isn't that lovely I tried to draw it the shape was so graceful I wanted to keep it but I couldn't isn't it a pity such beautiful things won't last forever and Mary looked regretfully at the half faded one that grew beside the fresh blossom I can keep it for you it would look well in plaster may I thank you I should like that very much take the real one as a model please do there are more coming and this will brighten up your room for a day or two as she spoke Mary cut the stem and adding two or three of the great green leaves put the handsome flower in his hand with so much good will that he felt as if he had received a very precious gift then he said good night so gratefully that Mary's hand quite tingled with the grasp of his and went away often looking backward through the darkness to where the light burned brightly on the hilltop the beacon kindled by an unconscious hero for a young Leander swimming gallantly against wind and tide toward the goal of his ambition Chapter 17 of Jack and Jill all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Mary Anderson Jack and Jill by Luisa May Alcott Chapter 17 Down at Molly's Now my dears I have something very curious to tell you so listen quietly and then I'll give you your dinner said Molly addressing the nine cats trooping after her as she went into the shed chamber with a bowl of milk and a plate of scraps in her hands she had taught them to behave well at meals so though their eyes glared and their tails quivered with impatience they obeyed and when she put the food on a high shelf and retired to the big basket the four old cats sat demurely down before her while the five kids scrambled after her and tumbled into her lap as if hoping to hasten the desired feast by their innocent gambles Granny Tobias mortification and molasses were the elders Granny a gray old puss was the mother and grandmother of all the rest Tobias was her eldest son and mortification his brother so named because he had lost his tail which affliction depressed his spirits and cast a blight over his young life molasses was a yellow cat the mama of four of the kits the fifth being granny's latest darling toddlekins the little aunt was the image of her mother and very sedate even at that early age miss muffett so called from her dread of spiders was a timid black and white kit beauty a pretty maltease with a serene little face and pink nose rag bag a funny thing every color that a cat could be and scamp who well deserved his name for he was the plague of miss bat's life and molly's a special pet he was now perched on her shoulder and as she talked kept peeping into her face or biting her ear in the most impertinent way while the others sprawled in her lap or promenaded around the basket rim my friends something very remarkable has happened miss bat is cleaning house and having made this announcement molly leaned back to see how the cats received it for she insisted that they understood all she said to them tabias stared mortification laid down as if it was too much for him molasses beat her tail on the floor as if whipping a dusty carpet and granny began to purr approvingly the giddy kids paid no attention as they did not know what house cleaning meant happy little dears I thought you'd like it granny for you are a decent cat and know what is proper continued molly leaning down to stroke the old puss who blinked affectionately at her I can't imagine what put it into miss bat's head I never said a word and gave up groaning over the clutter as I couldn't mend it I just took care of boo and myself and left her to be as untidy as she pleased and she is a regular old here scamp put his paw on her lips because he saw them moving but it seemed as if he was to check the disrespectful word just coming out well I won't call names but what shall I do when I see everything in confusion and she won't let me clear up looking round at scamp who promptly put the little paw on her eyelid as if the roll of the blue ball underneath amused him shut my eyes to it you mean I do all I can but it is hard when I wish to be nice and do try don't I ask molly but scamp was ready for her and began to comb her hair with both paws as he stood on his hind legs to work so busily and pulled him down saying as she cuddled the sly kit you sharp little thing I know my hair is not neat now for I've been chasing boo round the garden to wash him for school then Miss Bat threw the parlor carpet out of the window and I was so surprised I had to run and tell you now what had we better do about it the cats all winked at her but no one had any advice to offer except Tobias who walked to the shelf and looking up uttered a deep suggestive yell which said as plainly as words dinner first and discussion afterward very well don't scramble said molly getting up to feed her pets first the kits who rushed at the bowl and thrust their heads in lapping as if for a wager then the cats who each went to one of the four piles of scraps laid round at intervals and placidly ate their meat while molly retired to the basket to ponder over the phenomena taking place in the house she could not imagine what had started the old lady it was not the example of her neighbors who had beaten carpets and scrubbed paint every spring for years without exciting her to any greater exertion than cleaning a few windows and having a man to clear away the rubbish displayed when the snow melted molly never guessed that her own efforts were at the bottom of the change or knew that a few words not meant for her ear had shamed miss bat into action coming home from prayer meeting one dark night she trotted along behind two old ladies who were gossiping in loud voices as one was rather deaf and miss bat was both pleased and troubled to hear herself unduly praised I always said sister does meant well but she's getting into years and the care of two children is a good deal for her with her cooking and her rumitis I don't deny she did neglect them for a spell but she does well by him now and I wouldn't wish to see better appearing children you've no idea how improved molly is she came in to see my girls and brought her sewing work shirts for the boy and done it as neat and capable as you'd wish to see she always was a smart child but dreadful careless said the other old lady evidently much impressed by the change in harem's garum molly loo being over to miss minnows so much has been good for her and up to miss grants girls catch neat ways as quick as they do untidy ones and then wild little tykes often turn out smart women sister does has done well by them children and I hope Mr. B. Miss sees it he ought to give her something comfortable to live on when she can't do for him any longer he can well afford it I haven't a doubt he will he's a lavish man when he starts to do a thing but dreadful on observing else he'd have seen the matters long ago them children was town talk last fall and I used to feel as if it was my bounden duty to speak to miss Dawes but I never did fear and I might speak too plain and hurt her feelings you've spoken plain enough now and I'm beholden to you though you'll never know it said miss bat to herself as she slipped into her own gate while the gossips trudged on quite unconscious of the listener behind them miss bat was a worthy old soul in the main only like so many of us she needed rousing up to her duty she had got the rousing now and it did her good for she could not bear to be praised when she had not deserved it she had watched Molly's efforts with lazy interest and when the girl gave up meddling with her affairs as she called the housekeeping miss bat ceased to oppose her and let her scrub boo men close and brush her hair as much as she liked so Molly had worked along without any help from her running into Mrs. Peck for advice to marry for comfort and the fire kind of help one often needs so much now miss bat found that she was getting the credit and the praise belonging to other people and it stirred her up to trying to deserve a part at least Molly don't want any help about her work or the boy it's too late for that but if this house don't get a spring cleaning that will make it shine my name ain't bath Sheba Dawes said the old lady and laid energetic plans for a grand revolution inspired there too not only by shame but by the hint that Mr. Bemis was a lavish man as no one knew better than she Molly's amazement next day at seeing carpets fly out of window ancient cobwebs come down and long undisturbed closets routed out to the great dismay of moths and mice has already been confided to the cats and as she sat there watching them lap and gnaw she said to herself I don't understand it but as she never says much to me about my affairs I won't take any notice till she gets through then I'll admire everything all I can it is so pleasant to be praised after you've been trying hard she might well say that for she got very little herself and her trials had been many her efforts not always successful and her reward seemed a long way off poor Boo could have sympathized with her for he had suffered much persecution from his small schoolmates when he appeared with large grey patches on the little brown trousers where he had worn them out coasting down those two fascinating steps as he could not see the patches himself he fancied them invisible and came home much afflicted by the jeers of his friends then Molly tried to make him a new pair out of a sack of her own but she cut both sides for the same leg so one was wrong side out fondly hoping no one would observe it she sewed bright buttons wherever they could be put and sent confining Boo away in a pair of blue trousers which were absurdly hunky behind and buttony before he came home heartbroken and muddy having been accidentally tipped into a mud puddle by two bad boys who felt that such tailoring was an insult to mankind that roused Molly's spirit and she begged her father to take the boy and have him properly fitted out as he was old enough now to be well dressed and she wouldn't have him tormented his attention being called to the trousers Mr. Bemis had a good laugh over them and then got Boo a suit which caused him to be the admired of all observers and to feel as proud as a little peacock cheered by this success Molly undertook a set of small shirts and stitched away bravely though her own summer clothes were in a sad state and for the first time in her life she cared about what she should wear I must ask Mary and maybe father will let me go with her and her mother when they do their shopping instead of leaving it to Miss Bat who dresses me like an old woman Mary knows what is pretty and becoming I don't thought Molly meditating in the bushel basket with her eyes on her snuff colored gown and the dark purple bow at the end of the long braid Muffet had been playing with Molly was beginning to see that even so small a matter as the choice of colors made a difference in one's appearance and to wonder why Mary always took such pains to have a blue tie for the gray dress for the brown and gloves that matched her bonnet ribbons Mary never wore a locket outside her sack a gay bow in her hair and soiled cuffs a smart hat and the braid worn off her skirts she was exquisitely neat and simple yet always looked well dressed and pretty for her love of beauty taught what all girls should learn as soon as they begin to care for appearances that neatness and simplicity best ornaments that good habits are better than fine clothes and the most elegant manners are the kindest all these thoughts were dancing through Molly's head and when she left her cats after a general romp in which even Decarus Granny allowed her family to play leapfrog over her respectable back she had made up her mind not to have yellow ribbons on her summer hat if she got a pink muslin as she had planned but to finish off Boo's last shirt before she went shopping with Mary it rained that evening and Mr. Bemis had a headache so he threw himself down upon the lounge after tea for a nap with his silk handkerchief spread over his face he did get a nap and when he waked he lay for a time drowsily listening to the patter of the rain and another sound which was even more soothing putting back a corner of the handkerchief to learn what it was he saw Molly sitting by the fire with Boo in her lap rocking and humming as she warmed his little bear feet having learned to guard against croup by attending to the damp shoes and socks before going to bed Boo lay with his round face turned up to hers stroking her cheek while the sleepy blue eyes blinked lovingly at her as she sang her lullaby with a motherly patient sweet to see they made a pretty little picture and Mr. Bemis looked at it with pleasure having a leisure moment in which to discover as all parents do sooner or later that his children were growing up Molly is getting to be quite a woman and very like her mother thought Papa wiping the eye that peeped for he had been fond of the pretty wife who died when Boo was born sad lost them poor things but Miss Bat seems to have done well by them Molly is much improved and the boy looks finally she's a good soul after all and Mr. Bemis began to think he had been hasty when he made up his mind to get a new housekeeper feeling that burnt steak weak coffee and ragged wristbands were sure signs that Miss Bat's days of usefulness were over Molly was seeing the lullaby her mother used to sing to her and her father listened to it silently till Boo was carried away too sleepy for anything but bed when she came back she sat down to her work fancing her father still asleep she had a crimson bow at her throat and one on the newly braided hair her cuffs were clean and a white apron hid the shabbiness of the old dress she looked like a thrifty little housewife as she sat with her basket beside her full of neat white rolls her spools set forth and a new pair of scissors shining on the table there was a sort of charm in watching the busy needle flash to and throw the anxious pucker of the forehead as she looked to see if the stitches were even and the expression of intense relief upon her face as she surveyed the finished buttonhole with girlish satisfaction her father was wide awake and looking at her thinking as he did so really the old lady has worked well to change my tomboy into that nice little girl her father was wide awake and looking at her thinking as he did so the tomboy into that nice little girl I wonder how she did it then he gave a yawn pulled off the handkerchief and said aloud what are you making Molly for it struck him that sewing was a new amusement shirts for boo sir for and this is the last she answered with pardonable pride as she held it up and knotted toward the pile in her basket isn't that a new notion I thought Miss Bat did the sewing and said Mr. Bemis as he smiled at the funny little garment it looked so like boo himself no sir only yours I do mine in boo's at least I'm learning how and Mrs. Peck says I get on nicely answered Molly threading her needle and making a knot in her most capable way I suppose it is time you did learn for you are getting to be a great girl and all women should know how to make and mend you must take a stitch for me now and then Miss Bat's eyes are not what they were I find and Mr. Bemis looked at his frayed wristband as if he particularly felt the need of a stitch just then I'd love to and I guess I could I can mend gloves Mary taught me so I'd better begin on them if you have any said Molly much pleased at being able to do anything for her father and still more so at being asked there's something to start with and he threw her a pair with nearly every finger ripped Molly shook her head over them but got out her gray silk and fell to work glad to show how well she could sew what are you smiling about asked her father after a little pause and it amused him to question Molly I was thinking about my summer clothes I must get them before long and I'd like to go with Mrs. Grant and learn how to shop if you are willing I thought Miss Bap did that for you she always has but she gets ugly cheap things that I don't like I think I'm old enough to choose myself if there is someone to tell me about prices and the goodness of the stuff Mary does and she is only a few months older than I am how old are you child asked her father feeling as if he had lost his reckoning 15 in August and Molly looked very proud of the fact so you are bless my heart how the time goes well get what you please if I'm to have a young lady here I'd like to have her prettily dressed it won't offend Miss Bap will it Molly's eyes sparkled but she gave a little shrug as she answered she won't care she never troubles herself about me if I let her alone hey what not trouble herself if she doesn't who does and Mr. Beam is set up as if this discovery was more surprising than the other I take care of myself in boo and she looks after you the house goes anyway I should think so I nearly broke my neck over the parlor sofa in the hall tonight what is it there for Molly laughed that's the joke sir Miss Bap is cleaning house and I'm sure it needs cleaning for it is years since it was properly done I thought you might have told her too I've said nothing don't like house cleaning well enough to suggest it I did think the hall was rather dirty when I dropped my coat and took it up covered with lint is she going to upset the whole place as Mr. Beam is looking alarmed at the prospect I hope so for I really am ashamed when people come to have them see the dust and cobwebs and old carpets and dirty windows said Molly with a sigh though she never had cared a bit till lately why don't you dust round a little then no time to spare from the books and play I tried father but Miss Bap didn't like it and it was too hard for me alone if things were once in nice order I think I could keep them so for I do want to be neat and I'm learning as fast as I can it is high time someone took hold if matters are left as you say I've just been thinking what a clever woman Miss Bap was to make such a tidy little girl out of what I used to hear called the greatest tomboy in town and wondering what I could give the old lady now I find you are the one to be thanked and it is a very pleasant surprise to me give her the present please I'm satisfied if you like what I've done it isn't much and I didn't know you would ever observe any difference but I did try and now I guess I'm really getting on said Molly sewing away with a bright color in her cheeks for she too founded a pleasant surprise to be praised after many failures and few successes you certainly are my dear I'll wait till the house cleaning is over and then if we are all alive I'll see about Miss Bap's reward meantime you go with Mrs. Grant and get whatever and the boy need and send the bills to me and Mr. Beemus lighted a cigar as if that matter was settled oh thank you sir that will be splendid Mary always has pretty things and I know you will like me when I get fixed said Molly smoothing down her apron with a little air seems to me you look very well as you are isn't that a pretty enough frock asked Mr. Beemus quite unconscious that his own unusual interest in his daughter's affairs made her look so bright and winsome this? why father I've worn it all winter and it's frightfully ugly and almost in brags I asked you for a new one a month ago and you said you'd see about it but you didn't so I patched this up as well as I could and Molly showed her elbows feeling that such masculine blindness as this deserved a mild reproof too bad we'll go and get half a dozen pretty muslin and gingham things and be as gay as a butterfly to make up for it laughed her father really touched by the patches and Molly's resignation to the unreliable I'll see about it which he recognized as a household word Molly clapped her hands old gloves and all exclaiming with girlish delight how nice it will seem to have a plenty of new neat dresses all at once and be like other girls Miss Bat always talks about economy and has no more taste than a caterpillar Molly meant to say cat but remembering her pet spared them the insult I think I can afford to dress my girl as well as Grant does his get a new hat and coat child and any little notions you fancy Miss Bat's economy isn't the sort I like and Mr. Bemis looked at his wristbands again as if he could sympathize with Molly's elbows at this rate I shall have more clothes than I know what to do with after being a rag bag thought the girl in great glee as she bravely stitched away at the worst glove while her father smoked silently for a while feeling that several little matters had escaped his eye which he really ought to see about presently he went to his desk but not to bury himself in business papers as usual for after rummaging in several drawers he took out a small bunch of keys and sat looking at them with an expression only seen on his face when he looked up at the portrait of a dark eyed woman hanging in his room he was a very busy man but he had a tender place in his heart for his children and when a look, a few words a moment's reflection called his attention to the fact that little girl was growing up he found both pride and pleasure in the thought that this young daughter was trying to fill her mother's place and be a comfort to him if he would let her Molly, my dear, here is something for you, he said and when she stood beside him added as he put the keys into her hand keeping both in his own for a minute those were the keys to your mother's things I always met you to have them when you were old enough to use or care for them I think you'll fancy this better than any other present for you are a good child and very like her something seemed to get into his throat there and Molly put her arm around his neck saying with a little choke in her own voice thank you father I'd rather have this than anything else in the world and I'll try to be more like her every day for your sake what is your mother's about I must write some letters run off to bed child good night, my dear, good night seeing that he wanted to be alone Molly slipped away feeling that she had received a very precious gift for she remembered the dear dead mother and had often longed to possess the relics laid away in the one room where order reigned and Miss Bat had no power to meddle as she slowly undressed her new gowns in which she was to be as gay as a butterfly but of the half-worn garments waiting for her hands to unfold with a tender touch and when she fell asleep with the keys under her pillow and her arms round Boo a few happy tears on her cheeks seemed to show that in trying to do the duty which lay nearest her she had earned a very sweet reward so the little missionaries succeeded better in their second attempt than in their first attempt for those still very far from being perfect girls each was slowly learning in her own way one of the three lessons all are the better for knowing that cheerfulness can change misfortune into love and friends that in ordering one's self a right one helps others to do the same and that the power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely End of Chapter 17 Chapter 18 of Jack and Jill This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Mary Anderson Jack and Jill by Louisa May Alcott Chapter 18 May Baskets Spring was late that year but still it seemed the loveliest she had ever known for hope was growing green and strong in her own little heart and all the world looked beautiful with the help of the brace she could sit up for a short time every day and when the air was mild enough she was warmly wrapped and allowed to look out at the open window into the garden where the golden and purple crocuses were crumming bravely up and the snow drops knotted their delicate heads as if calling to her Good day, little sister come out and play with us for winter is over and spring is here I wish I could, thought Jill as the soft wind kissed a tinge of color into her pale cheeks Never mind they have been shut up in a darker place in eye for months and had no fun at all I won't fret but think about July and the seashore while I work The job now in hand was May baskets for it was the custom of the children to hang them on the doors of their friends the night before May day and the girls had agreed to supply baskets if the boys would hunt for flowers much the harder task of the two Jill had more leisure as well as taste and skill than the other girls so she amused herself with making a goodly store of pretty baskets of all shapes, sizes and colors quite confident that they would be filled though not a flower had shown its head except a few hearty dandelions and here and there a small cluster of sacks of rage The violets would not open their blue eyes till the sunshine was warmer the Columbines refused to dance with the boisterous east wind the ferns kept themselves rolled up in their brown flannel jackets and little hepatica with many another spring beauty hid away in the woods made to venture out in spite of the eager welcome awaiting them but the birds had come punctual as ever and the blue jays were screaming in the orchard robins were perking up their heads and tails as they went house hunting purple finches in their little red hoods were feasting on the spruce buds and the faithful chip birds chirped gaily on the grapevine trellis where they had lived all winter warming their little grey breasts against the southern side of the house when the sun shone and hiding under the evergreen boughs when the snow fell that tree is a sort of bird's hotel said Jill looking out at the tall spruce before her window every spray now chipped with a soft green they all go there to sleep and eat and it has room for everyone it is green when other trees die the wind can't break it and the snow only makes it look prettier it sings to me and nods as if it knew I loved it we might call it the holly-tree inn as some of the cheap eating houses for poor people are called in the city as my holly bush grows at its foot for a sign you can be the landlady and feed your feathery customers every day till the hard times are over said Mrs. Minow glad to see the child's enjoyment of the outer world in which she had been shut so long Jill liked the fancy and gladly strewed crumbs on the window ledge for the chippies who came confidingly to eat almost from her hand she threw out grain for the handsome jays the jaunty robins and the neighbors doves who came with soft flight to trip about on their pink feet arching their shining necks as they cooed and pecked carrots and cabbage leaves also flew out of the window for their marauding gray rabbit last of all Jack's half-dozen who led him a weary life of it because they would not stay in the bunny house but undermined the garden with their burrows ate the neighbors' plants and refused to be caught till all but one ran away to Jack's great relief this old fellow camped out for the winter and seemed to get on very well among the cats and the hens and stores with him and he might be seen at all hours of the day and night scampering about the place or kicking up his heels by moonlight for he was a desperate poacher Jill took great delight in her pretty pensioners who soon learned to love the holly-tree in and to feel that the bird-room held a caged comrade for when it was too cold or wet to open the windows the doves came and tapped at the pain the chippies sat on the ledge as if she were their sunshine the jays called her in their shrill voices to ring the dinner bell and the robins tilted on the spruce boughs where lunch was always to be had the first of May came on Sunday so all the celebrating must be done on Saturday which happily proved fair though too chilly for muslin gowns paper garlands and picnics on damp grass being a holiday the boys decided to vote the morning to ball and the afternoon to the flower hunt while the girls finished the baskets and in the evening our particular seven were to meet at the minnows to fill them ready for the closing frolic of hanging on door handles ringing bells and running away now I must do my maying for there will be no more sunshine and I want to pick my flowers before it is dark come mammy you go too said Jill the last sunbeam shone in at the western window where her hyacinth stood that no fostering ray might be lost it was rather pathetic to see the once married girl who used to be the life of the wood parties now carefully lifting herself from the couch and leaning on her mother's strong arm slowly take the half dozen steps that made up her little expedition but she was happy and stood smiling out at old buns keeping down the walk the gold edge clouds that drew apart so that a sunbeam might give her a good night kiss as she gathered her long cherished daisies primroses and hyacinths to fill the pretty basket in her hand who is it for my dearie asked her mother standing behind her as a prop while the thin fingers did their work so willingly that not a flower was left for my lady of course who else would I give my posies to when I love them so well answered Jill who thought no name too fine for their best friend I fancied it would be for master jackson her mother wishing the excursion to be a cheerful one I have another for him but she must have the prettiest he is going to hang it for me and ring and run away and she won't know who it's from till she sees this she will remember it for I've been turning and tending it ever so long to make it bloom today isn't it a beauty and Jill held up her finest hyacinth which seemed to ring its pale pink bells as if glad to carry its sweet message from a grateful little heart indeed it is and you are right to give your best to her come away now you must not stand any longer come and rest while I fetch a dish to put the flowers in till you want them and Mrs. Peck turned her round her small manes safely done I didn't think I'd ever be able to do even so much and here I am walking and sitting up and going to drive some day isn't it nice that I'm not going to be a poor Lucinda after all and Jill drew a long sigh of relief that six months instead of twenty years would probably be the end of her captivity yes thank heaven I don't think I could have born that and the mother took Jill in her arms as if she were a baby holding her clothes for a minute and laying her down with a tender kiss that made the arms cling about her neck as her little girl returned it heartily for all sorts of new sweet feelings seemed to be budding in both born of great joy and thankfulness then Mrs. Peck hurried away to see about tea for the hungry boys and Jill watched the pleasant twilight deepen singing to herself one of the songs her friend taught her because it fitted so well a little bird I am shut from the fields of air and in my cage I sit and sing to him who placed me there well please the prisoner to be because my god it pleases thee not have I else to do I sing the whole day long and he whom I love to please don't listen to my song he caught and bound my wandering wing but still he bends to hear me sing now we are ready for you so bring on your flowers said Molly to the boys as she and Mary added their store of baskets to the gay show Jill had set forth on the long table ready for the evening's work they wouldn't let me see one but I guess they have had good luck they look so jolly answered Jill looking at Gus, Frank and Jack who stood laughing each with a large basket in his hands fair to middling just look in and see with which cheerful remark Gus tipped up his basket and displayed a few bits of green at the bottom I did better now don't all scream at once over these beauties and Frank shook out some evergreen sprigs half a dozen sacks of frages and two or three forlorn violets with hardly any stems I don't brag but here's the best of all the three Chuckle Jack producing a bunch of feathery carrot tops with a few half shut dandelions trying to look brave and gay oh boys is that all what shall we do we've only a few house flowers and all those baskets to fill cried the girls in despair for Mary's contribution had been small and Molly had only a handful of artificial flowers to fill up she said it isn't our fault it is the late spring we can't make flowers can we ask Frank in a tone of calm resignation couldn't you buy some then said Molly smoothing her crumpled morning glories with a sigh whoever heard of a fellow having any money left the last day of the month demanded Gus severely or girls either I spent all mine and ribbon and paper for my baskets and now they are of no use it's a shame lamented Jill while Mary began to thin out her full baskets to fill the empty ones hold on cried Frank relenting now Jack make their minds easy before they begin to weep and wail left the box outside you tell will I go for it and Jack bolted as if afraid the young ladies might be too demonstrative when the tale was told tell away said Frank modestly passing the story along to Gus who made short work of it we rampaged all over the country and got only that small mess of greens knew you'd be disgusted and sat down to see what we could do Jack piped up and said he'd show us a place where we could get a plenty come on said we and after leading us a nice tramp he brought us out at Morse's greenhouse so we got a few on tick as we had but four cents among us and there you are pretty clever of the little chap wasn't it a chorus of delight greeted Jack as he popped his head in was promptly seized by his elders and walked up to the table where the box was opened displaying gay posies enough to fill most of the baskets if distributed with great economy and much green you are the dearest boy that ever was began Jill with her nose luxuriously buried in the box though the flowers were more remarkable for color than perfume no I'm not there is a much dearer one coming upstairs now and he's got something that will make you howl for joy said Jack ignoring his own prowess as Ed came in with a bigger box looking as if he had done nothing but go amaying all his days don't believe it cried Jill hugging her own treasure jealously it's only another joke I won't look said Molly still struggling to make her Cambric roses bloom again I know what it is oh how sweet added Mary sniffing as Ed set the box before her saying pleasantly you shall see first because you had faith up went the cover and a whiff of the freshest fragrance regaled the seven eager noses bent to inhale it as a general murmur of pleasure greeted the nest of great rosy may flowers that lay before them the dear things how lovely they are and Mary looked as if greeting her cousins so blooming and sweet was her own face Molly pushed her dingy garlands away ashamed of such poor attempts beside these perfect works of nature and Jill stretched out her hand involuntarily as she said forgetting her exotics give me just one to smell of it is so woodsy and delicious here you are plenty for all real pilgrim fathers right from Plymouth one of our fellows lives there and I told him to bring me a good lot so he did and you can do what you like with them explain Ed passing round bunches and shaking the rest in a mossy pile upon the table Ed always gets ahead of us in doing the right thing at the right time hope you've got some first class baskets ready for him said Gus refreshing the washing Tony and nose with a pink blossom or two not much danger of his being forgotten answered Molly and everyone laughed for Ed was much beloved by all the girls and his door steps always bloom like a flower bed on May Eve now we must fly round and fill up come boys sort out the green hand us the flowers as we want them then we must direct them and by the time that is done you can go and leave them said Jill setting all to work Ed must choose his baskets first these are ours but any of those you can have and Molly pointed to a detachment of gay baskets set apart from those only filled Ed chose a blue one and Mary filled it with the rosiest May flowers knowing that it was to hang on Mabel's door handle the others did the same and the pretty work went on with much fun till all were filled and ready for the names or notes let us have poetry as we can't get wild flowers that will be rather fine proposed Jill who liked jingles all had had some practice at the game parties and pencils went briskly for a few minutes while silence reigned as the poets racked their brains for rhymes and stared at the blooming array before them for inspiration oh dear I can't find a word to rhyme to geraniums side Molly pulling her braid as if to pump the well of her fancy dry craniums said Frank who was getting unbravely with Annette and Violet that is elegant she scribbled away in great glee for her poems were always funny ones how do you spell anemoli the wildflower I mean asked Jill who was trying to compose a very appropriate piece for her best basket and found it easier to feel love and gratitudes and to put them into verse anenomy do spell it properly or you'll get laughed at answered Gus wildly struggling to make his lines express great ardor without being too spoony as he expressed it this person never laughs at other person's mistakes as some persons do reply Jill with dignity Jack was desperately chewing his pencil for he could not get on at all but Edd had evidently prepared his poem for his paper was half full already and Mary was smiling as she wrote a friendly line or two for Ralph's basket as she feared he would be forgotten and knew he loved kindness even more than he did beauty now let's read them proposed Molly who loved to laugh even at herself the boys politely declined and scrambled their notes into the chosen baskets in great haste but the girls were less bashful Jill was invited to begin and gave her little piece with the pink hyacinth basket before her to illustrate her poem to my lady there are no flowers in the fields no green leaves on the trees no columbines no violets no sweet anonymy so I have gathered from my pots all that I have to fill the basket that I hang tonight with heaps of love from Jill that's perfectly sweet mine isn't but I meant it to be funny said Molly as if there could be any doubt about the following diddy dear griff here is a whiff of beautiful spring flowers the big red rose is for your nose as toward the sky it towers oh do not frown upon this crown of green pinks and blue geranium but think of me when this you see and put it on your cranium oh Molly you will never hear the last of that if griff gets it said Jill as the applause subsided for the boys pronounced it tip top don't care he gets the worst of it anyway for there is a pin in that rose and if he goes to smell the may flowers underneath he will find a thorn to pay for the tack he put in my rubber boot I know he will play me some joke tonight and I mean to be the first if I can answered Molly settling the artificial wreath around the orange colored canoe which held her a fusion now Mary read yours you always have sweet poems and Jill folded her hands to listen with pleasure to something sentimental I can't read the poems in some of mine because they are for you but this little verse you can hear if you like I'm going to give that basket to Ralph he said he should hang one for his grandmother and I thought that was so nice of him I'd love to surprise him with one all to himself he's always so good to us and Mary looks so innocently earnest that no one smile that her kind thought the famous stanza in her own little verse to one who teaches me the sweetness and the beauty of doing faithfully and cheerfully my duty he will like that and know who sent it for none of us have pretty pink paper but you or write such an elegant hand said Molly admiring the delicate white basket shaped like a lily with the flowers inside and the note hidden among them all daintily tied up the palest blush colored ribbon well that's no harm he likes pretty things as much as I do and I made my basket like a flower because I gave him one of my callas he admired the shape so much and Mary smiled as she remembered how pleased Ralph looked as he went away carrying the lovely thing I think it would be a good plan to hang some baskets on the doors of other people who don't expect I'll do it if you can spare some of these we have so many give me only one and let the others go to old Mrs. Tucker and the little Irish girl who has been sick so long and lame netty and Daddy Munson it would please and surprise him so will we? asked Ed in that persuasive voice of his all agreed at once and several people were made very happy by a bit of spring left at their doors by the May elves who haunted the town that night playing all sorts of pranks such a twanging of bells and rapping of knockers such a scampering of feet in the dark such droll collisions as boys came racing round corners or the girls ran into one another's arms as they crept up and down steps on the sly such laughing, whistling flying about of flowers and friendly feeling almost a pity that May Day did not come oftener Molly got home late and found that Griff had been before her after all for she stumbled over a market basket at her door and on taking it in found a mammoth nose gay of purple and white cabbages, her favorite vegetable even Miss Bat laughed at the funny sight and Molly resolved to get Ralph to carve her a bouquet out of carrots, beets and turnips for next time as Griff would never think of that Mary ran up the garden walk alone for Frank left her at the gate and was fumbling for the latch when she felt something hanging there opening the door carefully she found it gay with offerings from her mates and among them was one long quiver shaped basket of birch bark with something heavy under the green leaves that lay at the top lifting these a slender bass relief of a calla lily in plaster appeared with this couplet slipped into the blue cord by which it was to hang that mercy you to others show that mercy grant to me how lovely and this one will never fade but always be a pleasure hanging there now I really have something beautiful all my own said Mary to herself as she ran up to hang the pretty thing on the dark wanes coat of her room where the graceful curve of its pointed leaves and the depth of its white cup would be a joy to her eyes as long as they lasted I wonder what that means and Mary read over the lines again while a soft color came into her cheeks and a little smile of girlish pleasure began to dimple around her lips for she was so romantic this touch of sentiment showed her that her friendship was more valued than she dreamed but she only said how glad I am I remembered him and how surprised he will be to see May flowers in return for the lily he was and worked away more happily and bravely for the thought of the little friend whose eyes would daily fall on the white flower which always reminded him of her End of Chapter 18 Chapter 19 of Jack and Jill This is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Mary Anderson Jack and Jill by Louisa May Alcott Chapter 19 Good Templars Hi there, bells rung get up lazy bones called Frank from his room as the clock struck six one bright morning and a great creaking and stamping proclaimed that he was a stirrer All right, I'm coming responded a drowsy voice and Jack turned over as if to obey but there the effort ended and he was off again for growing lads are hard to rouse as many a mother knows to her sorrow Frank made a beginning on his own toilette and then took a look at his brother for the stillness was suspicious I thought so he told me to wake him and I guess this will do it and filling his great sponge with water Frank stalked into the next room and stood over the unconscious victim like a stern executioner glad to unite business with pleasure in this agreeable manner A woman would have relented and tried some milder means for when his broad shoulders and stout limbs were hidden Jack looked very young and innocent even Frank paused a moment to look at the round rosy face the curly eyelashes half open mouth and the peaceful expression of a dreaming baby I must do it or he won't be ready for breakfast said the Spartan brother and down came the sponge cold wet and chokey as it was briskly rubbed to and fro regardless of every obstacle come I say that's not fair leave me alone Sputter Jack hitting out so vigorously that the sponge flew across the room and Frank fell back to laugh at the indignant sufferer I promise to wake you and you believe in keeping promises so I'm doing my best to get you up well you needn't pour a quart of water down a fellow's neck and rub his nose off need you I'm awake so take your old sponge and go along growl Jack with one eye open and a mighty gape see that you keep so then or I'll come and give you another sort of arouser said Frank retiring well pleased with his success I shall have one good stretch if I like it is strengthening to the muscles and I must stiff as a board with all that football yesterday murmured Jack lying down for one delicious moment he shut the open eye to enjoy it thoroughly and forgot the stretch altogether the bed was warm the pillow soft and a half finished dream still hung about his drowsy brain who does not know the fatal charm of that stolen moment for once yield to it and one is lost Jack was miles away in the twinkling of a bed post and the pleasing dream seemed about to return when a ruthless hand tore off the clothes swept him out of bed and he really did awake to find himself standing in the middle of his bath pan with both windows open and Frank about to pour a pail of water over him hold on yay how cold the water is why I thought I was up and hopping out Jack rubbed his eyes and looked about with such a genuine surprise that Frank put down the pail feeling that the delage would not be needed this time you are now and I'll see you'll keep so he said as he stripped the bed and carried off the pillows I don't care what a jolly day and Jack took a little promenade to finish the rousing process you'd better hurry up or you won't get your chores done before breakfast no time for a go as you please now said Frank and both boys laughed for it was an old joke of theirs and rather funny going up to bed one night expecting Jack asleep Frank discovered him tramping round and round the room eerily attired in a towel and so dizzy with his brisk revolutions that as his brother looked he tumbled over and lay panting like a fallen gladiator what on earth are you about playing Raoul walking for the belt and I've got it too laugh Jack pointing to an old guilt chandelier chain hanging on the bed post you little noodle you'd better revolve into bed before you lose your head entirely I never saw such a fellow for taking himself off his legs well if I didn't exercise do you suppose I should be able to do that or that cried Jack turning a somersault and striking a fine attitude as he came up flattering himself that he was the model of a youthful athlete you look more like a clothespin than a Hercules was the crushing reply of his unsympathetic brother and Jack meekly retired with a bad headache I don't do such silly things now I was brought across the shoulders as you are and twice as strong on my pins thanks to my gymnastics bet you ascent I'll be dressed first though you've got the start said Jack knowing that Frank always had a protracted wrestle with his collar buttons which gave his adversary a great advantage over him done answered Frank and at it they went a wild scramble was heard in Jack's room and a steady tramp in the other as Frank worked away at the stiff collar and the unaccommodating button till every finger ached a clashing of boots followed while Jack whistled Polly Hopkins and Frank claimed in his deepest voice Hermana Verum Cucano Trojé Quy Primus Aborus Italium Fato Profungus Lavanna Q. Venet Littora hairbrushes came next and here Frank got ahead for Jack's thick crop wood stands straight up on the crown and only a good wedding and a steady brush would make it lie down play away number two called out Frank as he put on his vest while Jack was still at it with a pair of the stiffest procurable for money hold hard number eleven and don't forget your teeth answered Jack who had done his Frank took a hasty rub and whisked on his coat while Jack was picking up the various treasures which had flown out of his pockets as he had caught up his roundabout ready I'll trouble you for a cent sunny and Frank held out his hand as he appeared equipped for the day you haven't hung up your nightgown nor aired the bed nor opened the windows that's part of the dressing mother said so I've got you there for you did all that for me except this and Jack threw his gown over a chair with a triumphant flourish as Frank turned back to leave his room in the order which they had been taught was one of the signs of a good bringing up in boys as well as girls ready I'll trouble you for a cent old man and Jack held out his hand with a chuckle he got the money and a good clap besides then they retired to the shed to black their boots after which Frank filled the woodboxes and Jack split kindlings till the daily allowance was ready both went at their lessons for half an hour Jack scowling over his algebra on the sofa corner while Frank with his elbows on and his legs round the little stand which held his books seemed to have a wrestling match with Herodotus when the bell rang they were glad to drop the lessons and fall upon their breakfast with the appetite of wolves especially Jack who sequestered oatmeal and milk with such rapidity that one would have thought he had a leather and bag hidden somewhere to slip it into like his famous namesake when he breakfasted with the giant I declare I don't see what he does with it he really ought not to gobble so mother said Frank sitting with great deliberation and propriety never you mind old quiddle I'm so hungry I could tuck away a bushel answered Jack emptying a glass of milk and holding out his plate for more mush regardless of his white moustache temperance in all things is wise in speech as well as eating and drinking remember that boys said mama from behind the urn that reminds me to do the observer this week and here it is Tuesday and I haven't done a thing have you asked Frank never thought of it we must look up some bits at noon instead of playing dare say Jill has got some she always saves all she finds for me I have one or two good items and can do in any copying there may be but I think if you undertake the paper you should give some time and labor to make it good said mama who was used to this state of affairs and often edited the little sheet read every week at the lodge the boys seldom missed going but the busy lady was often unable to be there so helped with the paper as her share of the labor yes we ought but somehow we don't seem to get much steam about it lately if more people belonged and we could have a grand time now and then it would be jolly and Jack sighed at the lack of interest felt by outsiders in the little lodge which went on year after year kept up by the faithful few I remember when in this very town we used to have a cold water army and in the summer turn out with processions banners and bands of music to march about and end with a picnic songs and speeches in some grover hall nearly all the children belong to it and the parents also and we had fine times here twenty five or thirty years ago it didn't do much good seems to me for people still drink and we haven't a decent hotel in the place said Frank as his mother sat looking out of the window as if she saw again the pleasant side of old and young working together against the great enemy of home peace and safety oh yes it did my dear for to this day many of those children are true to their pledge one little girl was I am sure and now has two big boys to fight for the reform she has upheld all her life the town is better than it was in those days and if we each do our part faithfully it will improve yet more every boy and girl who joins is one gained perhaps and your example is the best temperance lecture you can give hold fast and don't mind if it isn't jolly it is right and that should be enough for us mama spoke warmly for she heartily believed in young people's guarding against this dangerous vice before it became a temptation and hoped her boys would never break the pledge they had taken for young as they were they were old enough to see its worth feel its wisdom and pride themselves on the promise which was fast growing into a principle Jack's face brightened as he listened and Frank said with a steady look which made his face manly it shall be now I'm going to tell what I was going to keep a surprise till tonight for I wanted to have my secret as well as other folks Ed and I went up to see Bob Sunday and he said he'd join the lodge if they'd have him I'm going to propose him tonight good good cried Jack joyfully and Mrs. Minot clapped her hands for every new member was rejoiced over by the good people who were not discouraged by ridicule, indifference, or opposition we've got him now for no one will object and it is just the thing for him he wants to belong somewhere he says and he'll enjoy the fun and the good things will help him and we will look after him the captain was so pleased and you ought to have seen Ed's face when Bob said I'm ready to have me Frank's own face was beaming and Jack forgot to gobble he was so interested in the new convert while Mama said as she threw down her napkin and took up the newspaper we must not forget our observer but have a good one tonight in honor of the occasion there may be something here come home early at noon and I'll help you get your paper ready I'll be here but if you want Frank you'd better tell him and that's gate half an hour began Jack who could not resist teasing his dignified brother about one of the few foolish things he was fond of doing do you want your nose pulled demanded Frank who never would stand joking on that tender point from his brother no I don't and if I did you couldn't do it with which taunt he was off and Frank after him having made a futile dive at the impertinent little nose which was turned up at him and his sweetheart boys boys not through the parlor implored Mama resigned to skirmishes but trembling for her piano legs as the four stout boots pranced about the table and then went thundering down the hall through the kitchen where the fat cook cheered them on and Mary the maid tried to head off Frank as Jack rushed out into the garden but the pursuer ducked under her arm and gave chase with all speed then there was a glorious race all over the place for both were good runners and being as full of spring vigor as frisky calves they did astonishing things in the way of leaping fences dodging round corners and making good time down the wide walks but Jack's leg was not quite strong yet and he felt that his round nose was in danger of a vengeful tweak as his breath began to give out and Frank's long arms drew nearer and nearer to the threatened feature just when he was about to give up and meet his fate like a man old Bunny who had been much excited by the race came scampering across the path with such a droll skip into the air and shake of the hind legs that Frank had to dodge to avoid stepping on him and to laugh at the sight of himself this momentary check gave Jack a chance to bolt up the back stairs and take refuge in the bird room from the window of which Jill had been watching the race with great interest no romping was allowed there so a truce was made by locking little fingers and both sat down to get their breath I am to go on the Piazza for an hour by and by doctor said bring me down before you go to school you do it so nicely I'm not a bit afraid said Jill as eager for the little change as if it had been a long and varied journey yes indeed come on princess answered Jack glad to see her so well and happy the boys made an armchair and away she went for a pleasant day downstairs she thanked Frank with a posey for his buttonhole well knowing that it would soon pass and he departed to join a net having told Jill about Bob and set her to work on the observer Jack kissed his mother and went whistling down the street a gay little bachelor with a nod and a smile for all he met and no turned up hat or jaunty turban bobbing along beside him to delay his steps or trouble his peace of mind at noon they worked on their paper which was a collection of items cut from other papers concerning temperance a few anecdotes a bit of poetry a story and if possible an original article by the editor many hands make light work and nothing remained but a little copying which Jill promised to do before night so the boys had time for a game of football after school in the afternoon which they much enjoyed most Gus said Uncle Fred says he will give us a hay cart ride tonight as it is moony and after it you are all to come to our house and have games can't do it answered Frank sadly Lodge grown Jack for both considered a drive in the cart where they all sat in a merry bunch among the hay one of the joys of life and much regretted that a prior engagement would prevent their sharing in it I forgot it was Tuesday and can't put it off as I've asked all the rest give up your old lodge and come along said Gus who had not joined yet we might for once perhaps but I don't like to began Jack hesitating I won't who's to propose Bob if we don't I want to go awfully but I wouldn't disappoint Bob for a good deal and Frank spring off his post as if anxiously temptation for it was very pleasant to go singing uphill and down Dale in the spring moonlight with well the fellows of his set nor Ed I forgot that no we can't go we want to be good Templars and we mustn't shirk added Jack following his brother better come can't put it off lots of fun called Gus disappointed at losing two of his favorite mates but the boys did not turn back and as they went steadily away they felt that they were doing their little part in the good work and making their small sacrifices like faithful members they got the reward however for at home they found Mr. Chauncey a good and great man from England who had known their grandfather and was an honored friend of the family the boys loved to hear him talk and all tea time listened with great interest to the conversation for Mr. Chauncey was a reformer as well as a famous clergyman and it was like inspiring music to hear him tell about the world's work and the brave men and women who were carrying it on eager to show that they had at least begun the boys told him about their lodge and were immensely pleased when their guest took from his pocket book a worn paper proving that he too was a good Templar and belonging to the same army as they did nor was that all for when they reluctantly excused themselves Mr. Chauncey gave each a hearty grip and said holding their hands in his as he smiled at the young faces looking up at him with so much love and honor in them tell the brothers and sisters that if I can serve them in any way to command me I will give them a lecture at their lodge or in public, whichever they like and I wish you Godspeed, dear boys two prouder lads never walk the streets than Frank and Jack as they hurried away nearly forgetting the poor little paper in their haste to tell the good news for it was seldom that such an offer was made the lodge and they felt the honor done them as bearers of it as the secrets of the association and the divulge to the uninitiated we can only say that there was great rejoicing over the new member for Bob was unanimously welcomed and much gratitude both felt and expressed for Mr. Chauncey's interest in this small division of the Grand Army for these good folk met with little sympathy from the great people of the town and it was very cheering to have a well known and much beloved man say a word for them I'll agree that the lecture should be public that others might share the pleasure with them and perhaps be converted by a higher eloquence than any they possessed so the services that night were unusually full of spirit and good cheer for all felt the influence of a friendly word the beauty of a fine example the paper was much applauded the songs were very hearty and when Frank whose turn it was to be chaplain the closing prayer everyone felt that they had much to give thanks for since one more had joined them and the work was slowly getting on with unexpected helpers sent to lend a hand the light shone out from the little hall across the street the music reached the ears of passersby and the busy hum of voices up there told how faithfully some at least of the villagers tried to make the town a safer place for their boys to grow up in though the tavern still had its private bar and the saloon door stood open to invite them in there are many such quiet lodges and in them many young people learning as these lads were learning something of the duty they owed their neighbors as well as themselves and being fitted to become good men and sober citizens by practicing and preaching the law and gospel of temperance the next night Mr. Chauncey lectured and the town turned out to hear the distinguished man who not only told them of the crime and misery produced by this terrible vice which afflicted both England and America but of the great crusade against it going on everywhere and the need for courage patience hard work and much faith that in time it might be overcome strong and cheerful words that all like to hear and many heartily believed especially the young Templars whose boyish fancies were won by the idea of fighting as knights of old did in the famous crusades they read about in their splendid new young folks edition of Freud's art we can't pitch into people as the Red Cross fellows did but we can smash rum jugs when we get the chance and stand by our flag as our men did in the war said Frank with sparkling eyes went home in the moonlight arm in arm keeping step behind Mr. Chauncey who led the way with their mother on his arm a martial figure though a minister and a good captain to follow as the boys felt after hearing his stirring words let's try and get up a company of boys like those mother told us about and show people that we mean what we say I'll be color bearer and you may drill us as much as you like a real cold water army with flags flying and drums and all sorts of larks said Jack much excited and taking a dramatic view of the matter we'll see about it something ought to be done and perhaps we shall be the men to do it when the time comes answered Frank feeling ready to shoulder a musket or be a minute man in good earnest boyish talk and enthusiasm but it was of the right sort and when time and training had fitted them to bear arms these young knights would be worthy to put on the red cross and right away to help right the wrongs and slay the dragons that afflict the world end of chapter 19