The Corner House Girls Snowbound Part 8

"'Yes, Miss Wuth,' she croaked. Olga can't p.r.o.nounce her 'R's' very well. 'Yes, Miss Wuth, I've been wantin' a pair of them dangly jet eawin's for so long!' And what do you suppose?" Agnes exploded in conclusion. "Ruth went and bought them for her! She had them on tonight."

"I don't care," Ruth said, with conviction. "The earrings came nearer to curing Olga than all Dr. Forsyth's medicine. He said so himself."

"What do you think of that?" giggled Agnes.

"I think it was awfully sweet of our Ruth," declared Cecile, hugging the oldest Kenway sister.

Mrs. MacCall, for her part, was not at all sure that the Kenway sisters did not "encourage pauperism" in thus helping their tenants.

Mrs. MacCall was conservative in the extreme.

"No," Ruth said earnestly, "the dear little babies, and the little folks with empty 'tummies,' are not paupers, Mrs. MacCall. Nor are their parents such. We haven't a lazy tenant family in the Stower houses."

"That may be as may be," said the housekeeper, shaking her head. "But they are too frequently out o' work to suit me. And guidness knows there's plenty to do in the world."

"They're just unfortunate," reiterated Ruth. "We have been lucky. We never did a thing, we Kenways, to get Uncle Peter's wealth. We've had better luck than the Pedermans and Goronofskys."

"Hush, my la.s.sie! If you undertake to level things in this world for all, you've a big job cut out for you. Nae doot of that."

Although the housekeeper was often opposed both in opinion and practice to Ruth and her sisters, the latter were eager to have Mrs.

MacCall go with the vacation party as chaperone and manager. And, indeed, had Mrs. MacCall not agreed, it is doubtful if Ruth would have accepted Mr. Howbridge's invitation to go into the North Woods to Red Deer Lodge.

Mrs. MacCall sacrificed her own desires and some comfort to accompany the young folks; but she did it cheerfully because of her love for the Corner House girls.

Aunt Sarah Maltby would remain at home to oversee things at the Corner House; and of course Linda and Uncle Rufus would be with her.

Trunks had been packed the day before the early celebration of Christmas in the Meadow Street lodge room, and had been sent on by train with the serving people that Hedden, Mr. Howbridge's butler and factotum, had engaged to go ahead of the vacation party and prepare Red Deer Lodge for occupancy over the holidays.

Of course, Neale O'Neil and the older girls had their bags to carry with them, and Sammy Pinkney came over to the old Corner House bright and early on the morning of departure, lugging his bulging suitcase.

"And I hope," Agnes said with severity, "that you haven't worms in that suitcase, with a lot of other worthless truck, as you had when you went on our automobile tour, Sammy."

"Huh! where'd I dig fishworms this time of year?" responded the boy with scorn. "Besides, mom packed this bag, and she's left out a whole lot of things I'll need up there in the woods. She won't even let me take my bow-arrer and a steel trap I got down at the blacksmith shop by the ca.n.a.l. Of course, the latch of the trap was broke, but we might have fixed it and used it to catch wolves with."

"Oh, my!" squealed Dot. "_Wolves?_ Why, they are savage!"

"Course they are savage," said Sammy.

"But--but Mr. Howbridge, our guardian, wouldn't let any wolves stay around that Darling Lodge. They might eat my Alice-doll!"

"Sure," agreed the boy, as Agnes was not within hearing. "Like enough the wolf pack will chase us when we are sleighing, and you'll have to throw that doll over to pacificate 'em so we can escape with our lives. They do that in Russia. Throw the babies away to save folks'

lives."

"Well!" exclaimed Tess, half doubting this bold statement. "Babies must be awful cheap in Russia. Cheaper than they are here. You know we can't get a baby in this house, and we all would like to have one."

But Dot had been stricken dumb by Sammy's wild statement. She hugged the Alice-doll to her breast, and her eyes were wide with fear.

"Do you suppose that may happen, Tess?" she whispered.

"What may happen?"

"That we get chased by wolfs and--and have to throw somebody overboard to 'em?"

"I don't believe so," said Tess, after all somewhat impressed by Sammy's a.s.surance.

"Well, anyway," said Dot, "I was only going to take Alice up there to that Lodge; but I'll take the sailor-doll, too. He can stand being thrown to the wolves better than Alice. He's tougher."

If it had not already been decided to take Tom Jonah, the big Newfoundland, along on this winter trip, Dot might really have balked at going.

CHAPTER VI

ON THE WINGS OF THE WIND

However, aside from Dot's disturbance of mind over the trip into the deep woods where, on occasion, babies had to be flung to wolves, there was something that disturbed Ruth on this morning which almost made her doubt the advisability of starting for Red Deer Lodge.

Ruth had been up as early as Linda, the Finnish maid. There was still much to do, and the sleigh would be at the door at eight-thirty. When Linda came down, however, she stopped at Ruth's door and said she had heard Uncle Rufus groaning most of the night. The old colored man was undoubtedly suffering from one of his recurrent rheumatic attacks.

Ruth hurried up to the third story of the house and to Uncle Rufus'

room.

"Yes'm, Missie Ruth," groaned the old man. "Ah's jes' knocked right down ag'in. Ah don' believe Ah's goin' to be able to git up a-tall to see yo' off dis mawnin'."

"Poor Uncle Rufus!" said the oldest Corner House girl, commiseratingly. "I believe I'd better telephone to Dr. Forsyth and let him come--"

"No'm. Ah don' want dat Dr. Forsyth to come a-near me, Missie Ruth,"

interrupted Uncle Rufus.

"Why, of course you do," said the girl. "He gave you something before that helped you. Don't you remember?"

"Ah don' say he don' know he's business, Missie Ruth," said the old man, shaking his head. "Mebbe his med'cine's jest as good as de nex'

doctor's med'cine. But Ah don' want Dr. Forsyth no mo'."

"Why not?"

"Dr. Forsyth done insulted me," said the old man, with rising indignation. "He done talk about me."

"Why, Uncle Rufus!"

"Sho' has!" repeated the black man. "An' Ah nebber did him a mite o'

harm. He done say things about me dat I can't nebber overlook--no, ma'am!"

"Why, Uncle Rufus!" murmured the worried Ruth, "I think you must be mistaken. I can't imagine Dr. Forsyth being unkind, or saying unkind things about one."

"He sho' did," declared the obstinate old man. "And he done put it in writin'. You jes' reach me ma best coat, Missie Ruth. It's all set down dar on ma burial papers."

Of course, Uncle Rufus, like most frugal colored people, belonged to a "burial a.s.sociation"--an insurance scheme by which one must die to win.