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It was not her way to mope about; usually she cheered other people and did not herself stand in need of cheering. She made the operator go home to his family to spend Christmas afternoon. When his call came Marty was to run over after him. This kept the trio of friends from Poketown close to the railroad station all the afternoon; but the interval was spent quite pleasantly. Mrs.
She was sure that the air of Poketown would never in this world make her feel any happier or healthier than she felt right here at home in Greensboro. "I just hope something will happen to keep me from going to Poketown or anywhere else," Janice repeated, over and over again. And then, it did happen. Nothing that she had imagined, of course.
The stranger in Poketown had to admit before the day was over that she had never in her life dreamed of such ill-bred girls as some of these who occupied the back seats in 'Rill Scattergood's school. They had no respect for the little school-teacher, and had Miss Scattergood taken note of all their follies she must have been in a pitched battle with her older pupils all the time.
"I want you to turn in and help me put your whole store to rights," she declared. "You don't understand, Mr. Drugg. I believe you can attract trade here if you will have things nice, and bright, and tidy. You carry a good stock of wares; and you are not any more behind the times than other Poketown merchants. Why not be ahead of them all?" "Me?" breathed Drugg, in increasing wonder.
Indeed, Poketown was so compactly built on the steep hillside that there was scarcely a house within its borders from which a boy could not have tossed a pebble into the waters of the cove. Jason strolled along in the shade, passing the time of day with such neighbors as were equally disengaged, and spreading the news of his niece's expected arrival.
Ye see, they couldn't find that fault with 'Rill Scattergood." "But I venture to say that they did when she first came to Poketown to teach," cried Janice. "Oh, say! I sh'd say they did," agreed Walky, with a retrospective rolling of his head. "An' she was a purty young gal, then, too. There was more on us than Hopewell Drugg arter 'Rill in them days yes, sir-ree!"
To get together the money that specialist demands to treat Lottie's eyes, you must endeavor to increase your trade. Make the store just as attractive as possible. That's business, I believe. Daddy would say so, I am sure." Hopewell allowed himself to be convinced. There was not a store in town as attractive as Drugg's, after Clean-Up Day. The whole of Poketown, indeed, was in a new dress.
It seems easy for me to make them understand. But the profession doesn't give one the freedom that the law does, for instance." Janice had made no further comment, nor did Nelson advance anything more regarding the work offered by the college in question. She had her own intense interests, now and then. Clean-Up Day was past but its effect in Poketown was ineradicable.
The lane was, by the way, different in appearance from the untidy and crooked street up which Janice had climbed with Uncle Jason that day of her arrival at Poketown. The neighboring homes showed the influence of association with the Day place. There had been other houses painted on the street that spring. More fences had been reset and straightened.
"But you don't work in the field all day long, Uncle," pleaded Janice. "Seems to me I don't have a minute to call my own," declared the farmer. To hear him talk one would think he was the busiest man in Poketown! "I expect you are pretty busy," agreed the girl, nodding; "but I can tell you how to find time to mend that pump." "How's that?" he asked, curiously. "Get up when I do.
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