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The children sit on the steps, stringing beans, shelling peas, or hulling berries; the cat sleeps on the floor near the wood-box; and the visitor feels exiled if he stays in sitting-room or parlor, for here, where the mother is always busy, is the heart of the farmhouse. His boyish heart went out to her on the instant.
Elsmere, on the wood-box, was contentedly jiggling the velvet birds, which had been the first cause of all the excitement. At the sight of Max's angry face, he jumped up. "I got to go," he said hastily. "I'm awful busy. Must find my cat-pussy. I losted her when she scratched me." "Sensible cat," growled Archie, taking Elsmere by the collar. "I wish she had losted you. Here, Mrs.
He sat clutching his extinguished pipe for many minutes, when suddenly a gleam came into his face, and the anxious look began to disappear. He rose, and laid his pipe upon the mantelpiece, first carefully knocking the ashes into the wood-box which stood beside the stove.
Mammy scolded when she came home at night and found both water-pail and wood-box empty, but he went serenely on with his supper. No matter what happened, nothing ever interfered with his appetite. "Those chillun are gettin' as bad as little young turkeys 'bout strayin' away from home," mumbled Aunt Susan one morning, as she watched them slip through the fence soon after Sheba had left the house.
Captain Pharo and I, standing by the wood-box, nudged each other with delight over this conceit. "'Forced-to-go never gets far, you know," said I. "'Forced-to-go," began Captain Pharo, but was rudely haled away by Mrs. Pharo Kobbe, to dress. That was another thing; apparently they could never get me to the house early enough, pleased that I should witness all their preparations.
Do you boys find it pretty hard to wash your necks and you wish your mother hadn't such a sharp eye on you be glad you have some one who thinks enough of you to want your neck to be clean. You hate to fill the wood-box, do you? O, I know what a bottomless pit it is and how the old stove just loves to burn wood to spite you. But listen!
Then while every one was trying to make out the cloud-draped peak of Grizzly Slide, having had their attention directed to it by an exclamation from Mrs. Brewster, John backed away and ran behind the kitchen to the path that led to the Cliffs and Anne. Jeb found it necessary to fill the wood-box in the kitchen, and it was just after John had passed there that he stumbled up the stone walk.
"Wonder who'll stand up to-night," said Eben reflectively, sitting down on the edge of the wood-box. "There ain't many sinners left in Avonlea only a few hardened chaps like myself." "You shouldn't talk like that," said Mollie rebukingly. "What if father heard you?" "Father wouldn't hear me if I shouted it in his ear," returned Eben.
A swinging sea-lamp of brightly polished brass gave them light, which in the daytime could be obtained through the four deadeyes, or small round panes of heavy glass which were fitted into the walls of the cabin. On one side of the door was the stove and wood-box, on the other the cupboard.
"Of course you are," said Madison affably. Presently there came the sound of an axe busily at work, and a moment later Helena came laughingly into the room. "He's filling up the wood-box," she explained, and darting across to Madison put her arms around his neck. "Aren't you going to tell me you're glad to see me?" she whispered coyly. "Oh, I've been longing so for you!
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