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I don't know," gasped Agnes. "You you'd have to ask Ruth. And Mr. Howbridge, perhaps." "Who's he?" asked the boy, suspiciously. "Our lawyer." "Does he live here?" "Oh, no. There isn't any man here but Uncle Rufus. He's a colored man who lived with Uncle Peter who used to own this house. Uncle Peter gave it to us Kenway girls when he died." "Oh! then you own it?" asked the boy. "Mr.
The latter dropped the pole and got to the gate first, but only just in time, for Billy crashed head-first into it, breaking a picket, he was so emphatic! "You wait! I'll kill your old goat," threatened Sammy, shaking his fist over the fence. "You see if I don't, Tess Kenway," forgetting, it seemed, that it had been he who had presented the goat to the Corner House girl.
The tree in Tess' room at school was going to be lighted up on Thursday afternoon; but Wednesday the Kenway girls were all excused from school early and Neale drove them over to Meadow Street in a hired sleigh. They stopped before the doors of the respective shops of Mrs. Kranz and Joe Maroni. Joe's stand was strung with gay paper flowers and greens.
He was sure the oldest Kenway girl would never perpetrate such a joke. "Of course, Aggie didn't mean to be unkind," he thought, at last, his good judgment coming to his rescue. "I I'd like to pay her back. I I will!" He jumped up and went to the door, carrying the bag of crackers with him. He opened the door and listened. Somewhere, far away, was the sound of muffled laughter.
Interspersed were the better residences of Milton. Some of these were far more modern than the old Stower homestead, but to the Kenway girls none seemed more homelike in appearance. At the upper end of the Parade were grouped the schools of the town. There was a handsome new high school that Ruth was going to enter; the old one was now given over to the manual training departments.
Trix clung to Ruth and Agnes Kenway in an abandonment of terror and thanksgiving, at first. The peril she had suffered quite broke down her haughtiness, and the rancor she had felt toward the Corner House girls was dissipated. "There, there! Don't you cry any more, Trix," urged good-natured Agnes. "I'm so glad you got out of that horrid place safely. And we didn't help you, you know.
"I don't know what to do, Uncle Rufus," declared Ruth Kenway, laughing, yet somewhat disturbed in her mind. She was a dark, straight-haired girl, with fine eyes and a very intelligent face. She was not pretty like Agnes; yet she was a very attractive girl. "Oh! we want to keep him!" wailed Dot. She, too, boldly approached Billy Bumps.
At the moment the roof of the snow castle crashed in, the only thought of those in sight of the catastrophe was of Trix Severn. "Oh! save her! save her!" Ruth Kenway cried. "She's killed! I know she is!" wept Agnes, wringing her hands. Joe Eldred and Wib Ketchell were as pale as they could be. None of the little group at the entrance moved for a full minute.
If we go back she will only laugh at us," Ruth Kenway said, decidedly. "We-ell," sighed Agnes. "I don't want to give that mean thing a chance to laugh. We can't really get lost out here, can we, Neale?" "I don't see how we can," said Neale, slowly. "I'm game to go ahead if you girls are." "It looks to me just as bad to go back," Ruth observed.
The first Christmas since the Kenway girls had "come into" Uncle Peter's estate was bound to be a memorable one for Ruth and Agnes and Tess and Dot. Mother Kenway, while she had lived, had believed in the old-fashioned New England Christmas. The sisters had never had a tree, but they always hung their stockings on a line behind the "base-burner" in the sitting-room of the Bloomingsburg tenement.
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