The Corner House Girls Part 10

"That lawyer? Huh!" sniffed Aunt Sarah. "He might. But that wouldn't bring you anything. If he put the old man out once, he would again. No heart nor soul in a lawyer. I always _did_ hate the whole tribe!"

Aunt Sarah had taken a great dislike to Mr. Howbridge, because the legal gentleman had brought the news of the girls' legacy, instead of telling her _she_ was the heir of Uncle Peter. On the days when there chanced to be an east wind and Aunt Sarah felt a twinge of rheumatism, she was inclined to rail against Fate for making her a dependent upon the "gals' charity," as she called it. But she firmly clung to what she called "her rights." If Uncle Peter had not left his property to her, he _should_ have done so-that is the way she looked at it.

Such comment as Ruth could wring from Aunt Sarah seemed to bolster up her own resolve to try Uncle Rufus as a retainer, and tell Mr.

Howbridge about it afterward.

"We'll skimp a little in some way, to make his wages," thought Ruth, her mind naturally dropping into the old groove of economizing. "I don't think Mr. Howbridge would be _very_ angry. And then-here is the paper," and she put the crumpled sc.r.a.p that the old colored man had given her, safely away.

"Take care of Uncle Rufus."

She found Agnes and explained the situation to her. Aunt Sarah had admitted Uncle Rufus was a "handy negro," and Agnes at once became enthusiastic over the possibility of having such a serving man.

"Just think of him in a black tail-coat and white vest and spats, waiting on table!" cried the twelve year old, whose mind was full of romantic notions gathered from her miscellaneous reading. "This old house just _needs_ a liveried negro servant shuffling about it-you _know_ it does, Ruth!"

"That's what Uncle Rufus thinks, too," said Ruth, smiling. What had appealed to the older girl was Uncle Rufus' wistful and pleading smile as he stated his desire. She went back to the dining-room and said to the old man:

"I am afraid we cannot pay you much, Uncle Rufus, for I really do not know just how much money Mr. Howbridge will allow us to spend on living expenses. But if you wish to come--"

"Glo-ree!" exclaimed the old man, rolling his eyes devoutedly. "Das sho' de good news for disher collud pusson. Nebber min' payin' me wages, Missie. I jes' wanter lib an' die in de Ol' Co'ner House, w'ich same has been my home endurin' twenty-four years-ya-as'm!"

Mrs. McCall approved of his coming, when Ruth told her. As Uncle Rufus said, he was "spry an' pert," and there were many little ch.o.r.es that he could attend to which relieved both the housekeeper and the Kenway girls themselves.

That very afternoon Uncle Rufus reappeared, and in his wake two of Petunia Blossom's pickaninnies, tugging between them a bulging bag which contained all the old man's worldly possessions.

One of these youngsters was the widely smiling Alfredia Blossom, and Tess and Dot were glad to see her again, while little Jackson Montgomery Simms Blossom wriggled, and grinned, and chuckled in a way that a.s.sured the Corner House girls of his perfect friendliness.

"Stan' up-you!" commanded the important Alfredia, eyeing her younger brother with scorn. "What you got eatin' on you, Jackson Montgom'ry?

De _wiggles_? What yo' s'pose mammy gwine ter say ter yo' w'en she years you ain't got yo' comp'ny manners on, w'en you go ter w'ite folkses' houses? Stan' up-straight!"

Jackson was bashful and was evidently a trial to his sister, when she took him into "w'ite folks' comp'ny." Tess, however, rejoiced his heart with a big piece of Mrs. McCall's ginger-cake, and the little girls left him munching, while they took Alfredia away to the summer house in the garden to show her their dolls and playthings.

Alfredia's eyes grew big with wonder, for she had few toys of her own, and confessed to the possession of "jes' a ol' rag tar-baby wot mammy done mak' out o' a stockin'-heel."

Tess and Dot looked at each other dubiously when they heard this.

Their collection of babies suddenly looked to be fairly wicked! Here was a girl who had not even a single "boughten" dollie.

Dot gasped and seized the Alice-doll, hugging it close against her breast; her action was involuntary, but it did not signal the smallest Kenway girl's selfishness. No, indeed! Of course, she could not have given away _that_ possession, but there were others.

She looked down the row of her china playmates-some small, some big, some with pretty, fresh faces, and some rather battered and with the color in their face "smootchy."

"Which could we give her, Dot?" whispered Tess, doubtfully. "There's my Mary-Jane--"

The older sister proposed to give up one of her very best dolls; but Mary-Jane was not pink and pretty. Dot stepped up st.u.r.dily and plucked the very pinkest cheeked, and fluffiest haired doll out of her own row.

"Why, Dot! that's Ethelinda!" cried Tess. Ethelinda had been found in Dot's stocking only the previous Christmas, and its purchase had cost a deal of scrimping and planning on Ruth's part. Dot did not know that; she had a firm and unshakable belief in Santa Claus.

"I think she'll just _love_ Alf'edia," declared Dot, boldly. "I'm sure she will," and she thrust the doll suddenly into the colored girl's open arms. "You'll just take good care of her-won't you, Alf'edia?"

"My goodness!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Alfredia. "You w'ite gals don' mean me ter _keep_ this be-you-ti-ful doll-baby? You don't mean _that_?"

"Of course we do," said Tess, briskly, taking pattern after Dot. "And here's a spangled cloak that belonged to one of my dolls, but she hasn't worn it much-and a hat. See! they both fit Ethelinda splendidly."

Alfredia was speechless for the moment. She hugged her new possessions to her heart, and her eyes winked _hard_. Then she grinned. n.o.body or nothing could quench Alfredia's grin.

"I gotter git home-I gotter git home ter mammy," she chattered, at last. "I cyan't nebber t'ank you w'ite chillen enough. Mammy, she done gotter thank yo' for me."

Uncle Rufus came out and stopped his grandchild, ere she could escape.

"Whar you done got dat w'ite doll-baby, Alfredia Blossom?" he asked, threateningly.

Dot and Tess were right there to explain. Uncle Rufus, however, would not let his grandchild go until "Missie Ruth," as he called the eldest Kenway girl, had come to p.r.o.nounce judgment.

"Why, Dot!" she said, kissing her little sister, "I think it is very nice of you to give Alfredia the doll-and Tess, too. Of course, Uncle Rufus, she can take the doll home. It is hers to keep."

Alfredia, and "Jackson And-so-forth," as Agnes nicknamed the colored boy, ran off, delighted. The old man said to Ruth:

"Lor' bless you, Missie! I done _know_ you is Mars' Peter's relatifs; but sho' it don't seem like you was re'l blood kin to de Stowers. Dey ain't nebber give nawthin' erway-no Ma'am!"

The Kenway girls had heard something about Uncle Peter's closeness before; he had been counted a miser by the neighbors. His peculiar way of living alone, and seldom appearing outside of the door during the last few years of his life, had encouraged such gossip regarding him.

On Main Street, adjoining the premises of the Corner House, was a pretty cottage in which there lived a family of children, too. These neighbors did not attend the same church which the Kenways had gone to on Sunday; therefore no opportunity had yet occurred for Tess and Dot to become acquainted with the Creamer girls. There were three of them of about the same ages as Agnes, Tess and Dot.

"They're such nice looking little girls," confessed Tess. "I hope we get to know them soon. We could have lots of fun playing house with them, Dot, and going visiting, and all."

"Yes," agreed Dot. "That one they call Mabel is so pretty! She's got hair like our Agnes-only it's curly."

So, with the best intentions in the world, Tess and Dot were inclined to gravitate toward the picket fence dividing the two yards, whenever they saw the smaller Creamer girls out playing.

Once Tess and Dot stood on their side of the fence, hand in hand, watching the three sisters on the other side playing with their dolls near the dividing line. The one with the curls looked up and saw them.

It quite shocked Dot when she saw this pretty little creature twist her face into an ugly grimace.

"I hope you see us!" she said, tartly, to Tess and Dot. "What you staring at?"

The Kenways were amazed-and silent. The other two Creamer children laughed shrilly, and so encouraged the one who had spoken so rudely.

"You can just go away from there and stare at somebody else!" said the offended small person, tossing her head. "We don't want you bothering us."

"O-o-o!" gasped Dot.

"We-we didn't mean to stare," stammered Tess. "We-we don't know any little girls in Milton yet. Don't you want to come over and play with us?"

"No, we don't!" declared the curly head. "We got chased out of that old place enough, when we first came to live here, by that old crazy man."

"She means Uncle Peter," said Tess to Dot.

"Was he crazy?" asked the wondering Dot.

"Of course he wasn't," said Tess, st.u.r.dily.

"Yes he was, too!" snapped the Creamer girl. "Everybody says so. You can ask them. I expect you folks are all crazy. Anyway, we don't want to play with you, and you needn't stand there and stare at us!"