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Miles put a pretty little basket into each girl's hand. "A few new-laid eggs, dearies," she said, "and a comb of honey for each of you. You must ask Mrs. Haddo's leave afore you eats 'em, but I know she won't mind. And there's some very late roses, the last of the season, that I've put into the top of your basket, Miss Betty." Alack and alas, how good it all was!
"I bet we're going to give the Wail to the Scientist!" "Precisely, my boy!" The Phoenix beamed. "Oh, golly golly golly!" David sang as he danced around. "And I'll guarantee it, dearies!" the Banshee cackled. "One hundred per cent satisfaction or your money back!" "Defeat and confusion to the enemy!" the Phoenix shouted, giving the special squawk which was its battle cry.
But they were so subdued by fatigue that their old friend found no difficulty in persuading them to sit down quietly by the hedge, guarded by Tim, while she and Toby went in to prepare the way. "For you know, my dearies, your poor Grandmamma has not been well and the start might be bad for her," she explained.
Williams has arranged that I am to stay for a good two or three months at least, and by then, why, we don't know what 'll turn out. Now, chil'en, for the Lord's sake don't let us waste time over an old body like me. Didn't I tell you that I have come to the time o' life when I aint much 'count? Let's talk of you, my dearies, let's talk of you." "Let's talk of dinner first," said David.
"I seen a movin' picture once, and it looked as real as anything. Be you folks on that steamer?" "The Magnolia yes," answered Alice, as her sister led the children up to her. "You're all right now, dearies," said Ruth. "The nice man killed the bad bear." "Excuse me, Miss; but that ain't a bear," said the hunter, with a pull at his ragged cap that was meant for a bow.
"Yes, dearies," she said in conclusion, laying her hand on the basket, "I expected this gift this morning; but many a time does our Father in heaven send a blessin' when an' where we don't expect it. Mind that mind ye that."
What about your fortunes? one shilling if seen in the crystal ball, one and six if read from the palm. A hex? I've the finest in six counties. A ticket to the Walpurgis Night Ball?" "We want a Wail," said the Phoenix. "And we shall accept nothing but the best and loudest you have." "Ah, a Banshee's Wail, is it?" cried the hag. "You've come to the right shop, dearies, to be sure.
A little old woman who had been sitting on the porch in a low rocking chair arose with difficulty, leaning on a cane. "Oh, my back, and oh, my bones!" murmured Aunt Alvirah Boggs, who was not long out of a sick bed herself and would never again be as "spry" as she once had been. "Do come in, dearies. It is a wind storm." Ruth stopped to help the little old woman.
"Now, look here, my dearies," interposed Mrs. Campbell, beaming benignly at the flushed, surprised faces of the six girls, "father and I figured it all out carefully, and that is the amount we decided upon as necessary for all the fixings you would want to make you cosy. And you will find it won't go so far after all; but I know you can trim up some very dainty, pretty rooms with that amount.
"Ah, dearies, that was the effort of me life! 'Tis a Wail to make one burst with pride, though I do say it meself. Thirteen minutes long by the clock, with a range of ten octaves! 'Twould frighten the Old Nick himself!" "Splendid!" said the Phoenix. "The fact is, I sometimes suspect that that is precisely with whom we are dealing at home." The light suddenly dawned on David. "Phoenix!" he cried.
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