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"And so, 'Ran, I wish we could go ashore to-morrow, as far down the bay as we can make our usefulness an excuse, and stay! day and night! till !" She waved both hands. Constance stared: "Why, Nan Callender!" "Now, Con, hush. You and Steve Second are non-combatants! Oh, 'Randa, let's do it!
With soft eagerness Flora called Constance, and the sister and Miranda stood dumb. "See, Connie," the words went on, "see, 'Randa, this is my own photograph, and this is his own watch and chain. I must go and put them away with my old gems." Constance would have followed her as she moved but she waved a limp forbiddal, prattling on: "This doesn't mean he's dead, you know. Oh, not at all!
Brown had come to lend a hand, and did so most energetically, for the break-neck things he did with his son during the decoration fever would have terrified Mrs. Moss out of her wits, if she had not been in the house giving last touches to every room, while Randa and Katy set forth a sumptuous tea.
That naughty Bab must have done it, and so don't dar'st to show herself," answered the irate Randa, whose nice room was in a mess. "Where is the child?" asked her mother; and a hunt was immediately instituted by Betty and Sancho, while the elders cleared up.
She heard her mother say to Randa, "There ought to be a fire in every room, it looks so cheerful, and the air is chilly spite of the sunshine;" and, never waiting to hear the reply that some of the long-unused chimneys were not safe till cleaned, off went Bab with an apron full of old shingles, and made a roaring blaze in the front room fire-place, which was of all others the one to be let alone, as the flue was out of order.
"I'll fix it;" and Ben went up the pine like a squirrel, tied a stout knot, and swung himself down again before Thorny could get out of the chair. "My patience, what a spry boy!" exclaimed Randa, admiringly. "That 's nothing; you ought to see me shin up a smooth tent-pole," said Ben, rubbing the pitch off his hands, with a boastful wag of the head. "You can go, Randa.
"What's the matter, Randa? Won't it do?" he asked, as the stout maid dropped her arms with a puff, after vainly trying to throw the hammock rope over a branch. "That end went up beautiful, but this one won't; the branches is so high, I can't reach 'em; and I'm no hand at flinging ropes round."
For a second Anna stared, Miranda wrinkling; but then, with her eyes on the fleet, she shook her head: "You're mighty good, 'Randa, you and Con, never to have asked me in all these months; but neither he nor Hilary nor I will ever tell that. I wish none of us knew it. For one thing, we don't, any of us, know clearly enough what really happened.
I like him, and I'm sure he wants to do well; so it is our duty to help him, as there seems to be no one else." "Here goes, then! Where is he?" and Thorny stood up, won by his sister's sweet earnestness, but very doubtful of his own success with the "horsey fellow." "Waiting with the chair. Randa has gone on with the hammock. Be a dear boy, and I'll do as much for you some day."
Didn't you know that chimney was foul, ma'am?" asked the man, as he wiped the perspiration off his grimy face. "Randa said it was, and I 'in surprised she made a fire there," began Mrs. Moss, looking at the maid, who just then came in with a pan full of soot. "Bless you, ma'am, I never thought of such a thing, nor Katy neither.
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