"Yes, he did, and more like a man than ever he looked before in his life. We talked everything over together, and he went home at once to break the news to his family, without even going to take a peep at Patty. I couldn't bear to have them meet till he had something cheerful to say to the poor little soul. When I met her by Uncle Bart's shop, she was trudging along in the snow like a draggled butterfly, and crying like a baby."
Sympathetic tears dimmed Rodman's eyes. "I can't bear to see girls cry, Ivory. I just can't bear it, especially Patty."
"Neither can I, Rod. I came pretty near wiping her eyes, but pulled up, remembering she wasn't a child but a married lady.
Well, now we come to the point."
"Isn't Patty's being married the point?"
"No, only part of it. Patty's being sent away from home leaves Waitstill alone with the Deacon, do you see? And if Patty is your favorite, Waitstill is mine--I might as well own up to that."
"She's mine, too," cried Rod. "They're both my favorites, but I a lways thought Patty was the suitablest for me to marry if she'd wait for me. Waitstill is too grand for a boy!"
"She's too grand for anybody, Rod. There isn't a man alive that's worthy to strap on her skates."
"Well, she's too grand for anybody except--" and here Rod's shy, wistful voice trailed off into discreet silence.
"Now I had some talk with Patty, and she thinks Waitstill will have no trouble with her father just at present. She says he lavished so much rage upon her that there'll be none left for anybody else for a day or two. And, moreover, that he will never dare to go too far with Waitstill, because she's so useful to him. I'm not afraid of his beating or injuring her so long as he keeps his sober senses, if he's ever rightly had any; but I don't like to think of his upbraiding her and breaking her heart with his cruel talk just after she's lost the sister that's been her only companion." And Ivory's hand trembled as he filled his pipe.
He had no confidant but this quaint, tender-hearted, old-fashioned little lad, to whom he had grown to speak his mind as if he were a man of his own age; and Rod, in the same way, had gradually learned to understand and sympathize.
"It's dreadful lonesome on Town-House Hill," said the boy in a hushed tone "Dreadful lonesome," echoed Ivory with a sigh; "and I don't dare leave mother until her fever dies down a bit and she sleeps. Now do you remember the night that she was taken ill, and we shared the watch?"
Rodman held his breath. " Do you mean you 're going to let me help just as if I was big? " he asked, speaking through a great lump in his throat.
"There are only two of us, Rod. You're rather young for this piece of work, but you're trusty--you 're trusty!"
"Am I to keep watch on the Deacon?"
"That's it, and this is my plan: Nick will have had his feed; you 're to drive to the bridge when it gets a little darker and hitch in Uncle Bart's horse-shed, covering Nick well. You're to go into the brick store, and while you're getting some groceries wrapped up, listen to anything the men say, to see if they know what's happened. When you've hung about as long as you dare, leave your bundle and say you'll call in again for it. Then see if Baxter's store is open. I don't believe it will be, and if it Isn't, look for a light in his kitchen window, and prowl about till you know that Waitstill and the Deacon have gone up to their bedrooms.
Then go to Uncle Bart's and find out if Patty is there."
Rod's eyes grew bigger and bigger: "Shall I talk to her?" he asked; "and what'll I say?"
"No, just ask if she's there. If she's gone, Mark has made it right with his family and taken her home. If she hasn't, why, God knows how that matter will be straightened out. Anyhow, she has a husband now, and he seems to value her; and Waitstill is alone on the top of that wind-swept hill!"
"I'll go. I'll remember everything," cried Rodman, in the seventh heaven of delight at the responsibilities Ivory was heaping upon him.
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"Don't stay beyond eight o'clock; but come back and tell me everything you've learned. Then, if mother grows no worse, I'll walk back to Uncle Bart's shop and spend the night there, just--just to be near, that's all."
"You couldn't hear Waitstill, even if she called," Rod said.
"Couldn't I? A man's ears are very sharp under certain circumstances. I believe if Waitstill needed help I could hear her--breathe! Besides, I shall be up and down the hill till I k now all's well; and at sunrise I'11 go up and hide behind some of Baxter's buildings till I see him get his breakfast and go to the store. Now wash your dishes"; a nd Ivory caught up his cap from a hook behind the door.
"Are you going to the barn? " asked Rodman.
"No, only down to the gate for a minute. Mark said that if he had a good chance he'd send a boy with a note, and get him to put it under the stone gate-post. It's too soon to expect it, perhaps, but I can't seem to keep still."
Rodman tied a gingham apron round his waist, carried the tea-kettle to the sink, and poured the dishpan full of boiling water; then dipped the cups and plates in and out, wiped them and replaced them on the table' gave the bean-platter a special polish, and set the half mince pie and the butter-dish in the cellar-way.
"A boy has to do most everything in this family!" He sighed to himself.
"I don't mind washing dishes, except the nasty frying-pan and the sticky bean-pot; but what I'm going to do to-night is different."
Here he glowed and tingled with anticipation. "I know what they call it in the story-books--it's sentry duty; and that's braver work for a boy than dish-washing!"
Which, however, depends a good deal upon circumstances, and somewhat on the point of view.
