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Updated: June 13, 2025
Then he sat down on the chair nearest the table and beckoned them over to him. They came, thrilled with awe in their small wondering minds. Their father's distorted features fascinated yet horrified them. Jamie scrambled to one knee and Vada hugged one of the little man's arms. "We'll have to have dinner, kiddies," he said, with attempted lightness. "Ess," said Jamie absently.
Still, his difficulties were not of much consequence so long as the children were satisfied. And any bother to himself was his own fault, in having relied for a moment on Sandy Joyce's ideas of a menu. Supper over and the table cleared, he decided on further catechizing little Vada on points that still were a mystery to him.
"Momma do hoss-ridin'," replied Jamie, forestalling his sister for once. "Yes," added Vada. "She gone ridin'. An' they'll come an' take us wher' ther's heaps an' heaps o' 'piders, an' an' bugs an' things. He said so sure." "He? Who?" They had reached the hut and Scipio set Jamie on the ground as he put his question.
And his head dropped upon Jamie's little shoulder while he hugged Vada more closely to his side as though he feared to lose her too. It was a blazing afternoon of the "stewing" type. The flies in the store kept up a sickening hum, and tortured suffering humanity in the form of the solitary Minky with their persistent efforts to alight on his perspiring face and bare arms.
Four big brown eyes shone with gleeful anticipation. Four chubby arms were outstretched as though claiming the victim of their childish prank. Vada led, but Jamie was close behind. They stole in, their small feet making not the slightest sound as they tiptoed towards the stricken man. Each, thrilling with excitement, was desperately intent upon frightening him.
But he broke off suddenly as the dust began to clear, and he saw the yellow-headed figure of Scipio seated in the buckboard, with Vada beside him, just abreast of him. "Mackinaw!" he cried. "What you doin' out here?" So startled was the gambler at the unexpected vision that he made no attempt to even guess at Scipio's purpose. He put his question without another thought behind it.
But Scipio turned to the children, who were now clinging silently to his moleskin trousers. "Guess we'll get busy an' fix things up," he said, laying caressing hands upon them. "You'll need your dinners, sure. Poppa's got nice bacon. How's that?" "Bully," cried Vada promptly. Now that she had her father again everything was "bully."
"O, 'Vada, what has happened since we went away?" said Ethelwyn, climbing out. "Mista Bobby gwine to give a party this ebenin'; it's his birthday, and his uncle brought him some fiah works like those you all had las' yeah," said 'Vada. "O goody! did he invite us?" "Nome, not to say invite. But he's been in to see if you all was expected home."
My, but it's real foolish! Ten cents o' milk wasted for want of a little sense." "Our dinner milk," cried Vada in consternation. "All gone." "All dorn," echoed Jamie, flinging himself on the floor and dipping his fingers into the mess and licking them with grave appreciation. In a moment he was joined by the inevitable yellow pup, which burnt its tongue and set up a howl.
"Momma ain't back," said Vada, her eyes round and wondering. "She'll be right along presently," lied Sunny. "'Ess," declared Jamie, "an' an' we go find 'piders an' an' bugs." Vada nodded. "Lots an' lots." "That's to-morrow," said Sunny, taking his cue wonderingly. "Poppa ain't back neither," protested Vada. "He's gone visitin'," said Sunny. "Maybe he'll be late.
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