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"Wish I could sit on the seat with the king-ductor," besought little Eddo, moving about uneasily. "That isn't a conductor, it's a driver. Conductors are the men that go on the steam-cars, the 'choo choo cars," explained Jimmum. Then in a lower tone, "They don't have any cars up at Castle Cliff, and I'm glad of it." Lucy did not understand why he should be glad, and Jimmy added in a lower tone:
Sanford, looking around with a roguish smile. "I see the Dunlee people are all here, Jimmum, Lucy, and all. Attention, my friends! The thief has been found!" "What thief?" asked Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Dunlee. "Why, the thief! The one we're looking for! The one that stole the watch!" "Do you really mean it?" asked the ladies again. "Did he bring it back?"
As luncheon at the Templeton House would not be served for an hour yet, they kept on to the hollow where the schoolhouse stood. It was a small, unpainted building in the shade of three pine trees. "Just wait a minute right here," said Edith, the young artist, unstrapping her kodak. "I want a snap-shot at it. Stand there by that tree, Jimmum. Put your foot out just so. I wish you were barefooted!"
Dunlee patted him on the head, saying: "Maybe we'll find the watch yet, my son. And anyway, I know Jimmum didn't mean to lose it." Then he sat down to read, and Jimmy gazed at him reverently. The sunshine about his head seemed almost like a halo, and the boy thought of the angels, and wondered if they could possibly be any better than papa! "Papa is the best man! Never was cross in his life.
"I want to go with Jimmum," said he, stoutly. "You ought to not go 'thout me! I shan't talk to that mine. I shan't say, 'Come, little mine, Eddo won't hurt oo. No, no, not me! I shan't say nuffin', and I shan't fall in the hole needer. So there! H'm! 'm! 'm!" It was not easy to resist his pleading.
Oh! Oh! When'd I say that? Did the engine hurt me? Where did it hurt me? Say, Jimmum, where did the engine hurt me?" putting his hand to his throat, to his ears, to his side. The more he thought of it, the worse he felt; till appalled by the idea of what he must have suffered he finally fell to sobbing in his mother's arms, and she soothed his imaginary woes with kisses and cookies.
"First thing I want to see is that mine," said Lucy, as they all met outside the hotel. "The mine?" repeated Kyzie, and looked at Eddo. "I'm afraid it isn't quite safe to take little bits of people to such a place as that. Do you think it is, Nate?" "Rather risky," replied Nate. Eddo had caught the words, "little bits of people," and his eyes opened wide. "What does mine mean, Jimmum?"
"Come and see," said Uncle James, leading the way upstairs. "Of course it's Joe Rolfe," thought Kyzie. "I suppose he was frightened by what I said to Henry Small." "Is the thief in your room, Uncle James?" said Jimmy. "Why didn't you put him in jail?" "Ah, Jimmum, do you think all thieves ought to go to jail?
"Because don't you remember how some little folks used to act about steam-engines? They might do it again, you know." "Yes, I 'member now. But that was a long time ago, Jimmy. He wouldn't run after engines now." "Who wouldn't?" inquired young Master Eddo, forgetting the "king-ductor" and turning about to face his elder brother. "Who wouldn't run after the engine, Jimmum?"
In carrying away a chimney which did not belong to him, he had of course torn his clothes frightfully and left big pieces sticking on the broken wires of the roof. A more "raggety" boy never was seen. "Wouldn't he make a good scarecrow?" said the landlord, shaking his sides. "Jimmum, chimney, and all!"
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