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THE b.u.t.tON BOY.
The wind blew as it never had blown before.
I think it blew that boy straight through the gate, up the path, through the door, and into the back parlor where the family sat. He stopped there, gave a little puff of spent breath and sat down. He had a box under his arm. It was flat and wide, a pasteboard box, and when he put it down all the family dropped their books and looked at it attentively.
They were a very literary family and read so much that it was a great compliment to any box to have them put down their books when they had once taken them up.
"You haven't opened it yet?" asked the Mother.
"No," said the Boy scornfully; all the family had long ago agreed he had a high caste of countenance which this manner suited remarkably well--but he was not in the least conscious of it himself. "No, what's the hurry? plenty of time to look in it when I get home."
"It's a suit, a suit of clothes," calmly said the Sister, picking up her book again. Every one stared at the Sister who could see through a pasteboard box. "Somebody has made a hole in the bottom of the box and I see a b.u.t.ton, a bra.s.s b.u.t.ton," she explained.
True; there was a hole in the bottom of the box.
"He said, if I put the contents of this box to their proper use," said the Boy, "every day as long as they would bear it, I would not only learn something, but I should be his heir; so I might as well open the lid and see what is inside. I thought books, for Uncle knows I always put books to their proper use."
"Of course," said the Father; "it is books, no doubt."
"But," said the Sister, turning a page and reading all the time, "n.o.body puts bra.s.s b.u.t.tons on books."
"I think you might as well open the box," said the Mother, "I think we are all curious"--
"Curious!" exclaimed the family indignantly.
"Curious-_ly_ affected by your Uncle's making such a strange and trifling condition after our Boy's visit to him," went on the Mother.
"But he is certainly very odd--I should really like to know why?"
"Don't take time to untie the knot," said the Father.
"Here's my knife," said the Elder Brother.
The Boy cut the string, the Sharp-eyed Sister looked over the top of her book, the Father put on his gla.s.ses, and the lid was lifted. Yes, it was a suit. A blue cloth suit, quite bright in color but of very fine material and good make. It consisted of a pair of knickerbockers and a tight jacket, and it was most extraordinary how the tailor had ever been able to put on so many b.u.t.tons. The jacket was double-breasted and there were three rows down the front, a dozen in each, the size of a copper penny. There were some fancy slits in the back; b.u.t.tons to the number of nine ornamented these. There were four on each sleeve; there were three on each pocket of the breeches, and four again appeared on the outside above the knee on each leg.
For a moment the family was silent.
"The b.u.t.tons must have cost a great deal," said the Mother, finally, "I should really like to know the price a dozen."
"You couldn't have made a hole anywhere in that box without striking a b.u.t.ton," said the Sharp-eyed Sister. She gave one a little knock, adding, "Perhaps they are gold."
"I think," said the Father, taking off his gla.s.ses and wiping them, "I think I would have a few removed."
"I have never observed anything like this in my Uncle's own dress,"
remarked the Elder Brother, "he certainly has peculiar taste in boy's clothing. I think I'll drop in on him and ask him a few leading questions as to his object."
"You will have 'to drop' after a special journey of twenty-five miles by rail," said the Sharp-eyed Sister, "and he won't appreciate your thirst for knowledge."
During this time the Boy had said nothing, but the scornful caste had entirely vanished from his countenance, for he had discovered a note in one of the pockets and had been reading it. The family now saw this, and, although they were not in the least hurry to hear its contents, they ceased their remarks at once to kindly give him a chance to tell them what he read. It was this: The suit was to be worn upon all occasions until it should be outgrown or worn out, no risk of damage was ever to be run with it, no allusion of any sort was ever to be made to it by the Boy or the family, and no alterations of any description to be made in it, unless to sew on a b.u.t.ton when it should happen to come off.
"Wear that!" burst out the Boy scornfully, "does he think me an idiot?
Why, I'd be the laughing-stock of the town. I should think he saw enough of me to know I have at least as much intelligence as most boys of my age."
"Very much more," said the Mother.
"I never saw such cloth," said the Sharp-eyed Sister, "it will never wear out, and you are not growing very fast either."
"I would not like to wear it myself; I don't even know as I would like to be in its society," observed the Elder Brother; "but neither would I like to lose fifty thousand dollars."
"Well now," said the Mother with her mild smile, "there aren't so very many; there aren't seven dozen, quite. They must be hollow for the suit isn't so heavy."
"They are," said the Sister. "I've been sounding them. Put on the thing and wear it. Don't be so silly as to throw away all that money. You can't wear it more than two years."
"Two years!" said the Boy, turning red.
"People will get accustomed to you by that time," urged the Father.
"It is very extraordinary," said all the family with a wondering air, and then they all fell to reading for a half-hour with their books upside down.
The Boy decided to wear the suit, and follow the conditions and wrote so to his Uncle.
His first appearance in the street in his new attire was greeted by a lady who stopped short and exclaimed, "Good gracious! what singular parents that child must have, and he actually looks proud of his dress too!"
"It's my caste of countenance," thought the Boy; but as he was quite unaccustomed to have it connected with his dress, and disgusted, beside, that he should be thought vulgar, he tried to alter the caste, though he turned very red when people looked at him. For some time it went on this same way; he caught glances and overheard remarks such as he had once applied to other people but which he never dreamed could enter people's minds in regard to him. Even his own family did not spare him. A dozen times he was on the point of casting off the glittering suit and renouncing the money it represented, but just as many times he thought he would try it yet another day. But to do this he learned he must be quiet and prefer the background and silence to the attention he was once so eager to receive.
One day he sat in the sunlight with a book trying to read and wishing very much to run outdoors and play with the rest of the boys, but kept back by an uncomfortable recollection of a great deal of badgering. The Sharp-eyed Sister was reading in the same room too, and every once in a while she would blink, and wink, and frown, and look about; finally she looked straight at him.
"You tiresome object," she cried, "do get out of the sun. I wondered what it was dazzling my eyes like the reflection of seven dozen looking gla.s.ses, and there it is your odious b.u.t.tons."
The Boy got out of the sun without a reply; feeling a little restless he moved now and then.
"Dear me," said the Mother starting from her nap with a jerk, "you do jingle so."
After this the Boy concluded to go out. When his playfellows saw him they all set up a shout but he said to himself, "If I don't think about myself perhaps they won't think of me either," and he met them running with an answering shout. He had never worked so hard at forgetting himself before, and it answered so well that in the ardor of play, by and by, he forgot the b.u.t.tons too. They began a game of leap-frog, and whether the fault of the back given him or whether his own fault, the Boy missed twice jumping and hurt his temper. He began to dispute about it with the Back, and presently they grew personal.
"Look here," cried the Boy angrily, "it _was_ your fault, I say. If I were in fault don't you suppose I'd own it?"
"No," said the Back, shortly.
The Boy smiled scornfully. "'Cause _you_ don't understand such a thing as owning up when you're in the wrong, eh? You act so. But all fellows aren't made on your pattern, I'd have you know!"
"Nor all clothes on yours, b.u.t.tons, I'd have you know," said the Back coolly.
The Boy glared at him and began to stutter, "You let my clothes alone, d'ye hear?"
"Well," said the Back, "you say I don't know how to give a back; I say, if I was b.u.t.toned up like you are, I wouldn't know how to take one. I put it to vote--all in favor please say, aye, contrary, no."