on our selection-第27章
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pure lie; but an old favourite of Dad's; and one that never failed to make Joe laugh。 He laughed now。 And such a laugh!a loud; mirthless; merciless noise。 No one else joined in; though Miss Ribbone smiled a little。 When Joe recovered he held out his plate。
〃More pumpkin; Dad。〃
〃Ifwhat; sir?〃 Dad was prompting him in manners。
〃IF?〃 and Joe laughed again。 〃Who said 'if'?I never。〃
Just then Miss Ribbone sprang to her feet; knocking over the box she had been sitting on; and stood for a time as though she had seen a ghost。 We stared at her。 〃Oh;〃 she murmured at last; 〃it was the dog! It gave me such a fright!〃
Mother sympathised with her and seated her again; and Dad fixed his eye on Joe。
〃Did n't I tell you;〃 he said; 〃to keep that useless damned mongrel of a dog outside the house altogethereh?did n't I? Go this moment and tie the brute up; you vagabond!〃
〃I did tie him up; but he chewed the greenhide。〃
〃Be off with you; you〃 (Dad coughed suddenly and scattered fragments of meat and munched pumpkin about the table) 〃at once; and do as I tell you; you〃
〃That'll do; Fatherthat'll do;〃 Mother said gently; and Joe took Stump out to the barn and kicked him; and hit him against the corn…sheller; and threatened to put him through it if he did n't stop squealing。
He was a small dog; a dog that was always on the watchfor meat; a shrewd; intelligent beast that never barked at anyone until he got inside and well under the bed。 Anyway; he had taken a fancy to Miss Ribbone's stocking; which had fallen down while he was lying under the table; and commenced to worry it。 Then he discovered she had a calf; and started to eat THAT。 She did n't tell US thoughshe told Mrs。 Macpherson; who imparted the secret to mother。 I suppose Stump did n't understand stockings; because neither Mother nor Sal ever wore any; except to a picnic or somebody's funeral; and that was very seldom。 The Creek was n't much of a place for sport。
〃I hope as you'll be comfortable; my dear;〃 Mother observed as she showed the young lady the back…room where she was to sleep。 〃It ain't s' nice as we should like to have it f' y'; we had n't enough spare bags to line it all with; but the cracks is pretty well stuffed up with husks an' one thing an' 'nother; and I don't think you'll find any wind kin get in。 Here's a bear…skin f' your feet; an' I've nailed a bag up so no one kin see…in in the morning。 S' now; I think you'll be pretty snug。〃
The schoolmistress cast a distressed look at the waving bag…door and said:
〃Th…h…ank you…very much。〃
What a voice! I've heard kittens that had n't their eyes open make a fiercer noise。
Mother must have put all the blessed blankets in the house on the school…teacher's bed。 I don't know what she had on her own; but we only had the old bag…quilt and a stack of old skirts; and other remnants of the family wardrobe; on ours。 In the middle of the night; the whole confounded pile of them rolled off; and we nearly froze。 Do what we boys wouldtie ourselves in knots and coil into each other like ropeswe could n't get warm。 We sat up in the bed in turns; and glared into the darkness towards the schoolmistress's room; which was n't more than three yards away; then we would lie back again and shiver。 We were having a time。 But at last we heard a noise from the young lady's room。 We listenedall we knew。 Miss Ribbone was up and dressing。 We could hear her teeth chattering and her knees knocking together。 Then we heard her sneak back to bed again and felt disappointed and colder than ever; for we had hoped she was getting up early; and would n't want the bed any longer that night。 Then we too crawled out and dressed and tried it that way。
In answer to Mother at breakfast; next morning; Miss Ribbone said she had 〃slept very well indeed。〃
We did n't say anything。
She was n't much of an eater。 School…teachers are n't as a rule。 They pick; and paw; and fiddle round a meal in a way that gives a healthy…appetited person the jim…jams。 She did n't touch the fried pumpkin。 And the way she sat there at the table in her watch…chain and ribbons made poor old Dave; who sat opposite her in a ragged shirt without a shirt…button; feel quite miserable and awkward。
For a whole week she did n't take anything but bread and teathough there was always plenty good pumpkin and all that。 Mother used to speak to Dad about it; and wonder if she ate the little pumpkin…tarts she put up for her lunch。 Dad could n't understand anyone not eating pumpkin; and said HE'D tackle GRASS before he'd starve。
〃And did ever y' see such a object?〃 Mother went on。 〃The hands an' arms on her! Dear me! Why; I do believe if our Sal was to give her one squeeze she'd kill her。 Oh; but the finery and clothes! Y' never see the like! Just look at her!〃 And Dad; the great oaf; with Joe at his heels; followed her into the young lady's bedroom。
〃Look at that!〃 said Mother; pointing to a couple of dresses hanging on a nail〃she wears THEM on week…days; no less; and here〃 (raising the lid of a trunk and exposing a pile of clean and neatly…folded clothing that might have been anything; and drawing the articles forth one by one)〃look at them! There's thatand thatand thisand〃
〃I say; what's this; Mother?〃 interrupted Joe; holding up something he had discovered。
〃And thatan'〃
〃Mother!〃
〃And this〃
〃Eh; Mother?〃
〃Don't bother me; boy; it's her tooth…brush;〃 and Mother pitched the clothes back into the trunk and glared round。 Meanwhile; Joe was hard at his teeth with the brush。
〃Oh; here!〃 and she dived at the bed and drew a night…gown from beneath the pillow; unfolded it; and held it up by the neck for inspection。
Dad; with his huge; ungainly; hairy paws behind him; stood mute; like the great pitiful elephant he was; and looked at the tucks and the reststupidly。 〃Where before did y'ever see such tucks and frills and lace on a night…shirt? Why; you'd think 't were for goin' to picnics in; 'stead o' goin' to bed with。 Here; too! here's a pair of brand new stays; besides the ones she's on her back。 Clothes!she's nothin' else but clothes。〃
Then they came out; and Joe began to spit and said he thought there must have been something on that brush。
Miss Ribbone did n't stay the full monthshe left at the end of the second week; and Mother often used to wonder afterwards why the creature never came to see us。
CHAPTER XXV。
The Man with the Bear…Skin Cap。
One evening a raggedly…dressed man; with a swag on his back; a bear…skin cap on his head; and a sheath…knife in his belt; came to our place and took possession of the barn。 Dad ordered him off。 The man offered to fight Dad for the barn。 Dad ran in and got the gun。 Then the man picked up his swag and went away。 The incident caused much talk for a few days; but we soon forgot all about it; and the man with the bear…skin cap passed from our minds。
Church service was to be held at our selection。 It was the first occasion; in fact; that the Gospel had come to disturb the contentedly irreligious mind of our neighbourhood。 Service was to open at 3 p。m。; at break…of…day we had begun to get ready。
Nothing but bustle and hurry。 Buttons to be sewn on Dave's shirt; Dad's pantswashed the night before and left on the clothes…line all night to bleachlost; Little Bill's to be patched up generally; Mother trotting out to the clothes…line every minute to see if Joe's coat was dry。 And; what was unusual; Dave; the easy…going; took a notion to spruce himself up。 He wandered restlessly from one room to another; robed in a white shirt which was n't starched or ironed; trying hard to fix a collar to it。 He had n't worn the turn…out for a couple of years; and; of course; had grown out of it; but this did n't seem to strike him。 He tugged and fumbled till he lost patience; then he sat on the bed and railed at the women; and wished that the shirt and the collar; and the church…service and the parson; were in Heaven。 Mother offered to fasten the collar; but when she took hold of itforgetting that her hands were covered with dough and thingsDave flew clean off the handle! And when Sal advised him to wear his coloured shirt; same as Dad was go