"I tan git 'em," declaimed small Sue with great pride.

"I can pitch 'em," also declared Mikey, with evident desire to back up

his patroness. "But not as good as her," and his admiration amounted to

adoration, as he raised his young eyes to Charlotte.

"You see, Oh, you see, even to the second generation they follow,"

laughed Mother Spurlock, as she escaped through the door and left me

with my practical demonstration of class leadership.

"Wash him, Auntie Charlotte, wash him," Charlotte continued to insist.

"I made Jimmy steal some of his things for him while nurse was

downstairs. Here they are," and young James, the thief and

aforementioned murderer, gave up his stolen goods. "And Mr. Nickols says

that all the Settlement children will go to school with us in the nice

schoolhouse he and Judge Powers and Minister are going to build in front

of Mother Spurlock's orchard. That is a law and then we'll have good

times, all of us. There is not many children in the Town and they are

all too dressed up, but it is a million down in the Settlement and we

are going to have two baseball nines and two armies to battle with. I

asked Mr. Nickols to have a place to wash the Settlements and he said he

had thought of that and is going to have five shower baths. If you'll

just wash Mikey for me I'll help you. I can attend to Jimmy's ears for

nurse real good, can't I, Jimmy?"

"Yes," responded Jimmy with brotherly pride.

"No," remonstrated Mikey with abject fear, for the sake of his ears or

propriety I was not sure.

I got past the question by motioning him into my bathroom and sending

Charlotte and Sue to bring Dabney. Dabney is Charlotte's slave and was

soon under way to execute her commands upon Mikey while I beguiled her

from the superintendence thereof down into the garden with me, where

from my window I could see Nickols and father in deep conclave over some

drawings. Father had discarded his Henry Clay costume and looked young

and alive in some of Nickols' flannels and linen. They looked up with

interest as I came down the flagstone walk with Charlotte trotting on my

one side and wee Sue clinging on the other.

"I'm glad you have come, daughter," said father, as he held up one of

the large blue prints before me. "Now you can help Nickols and me locate

the exact spot for the public school building. See, here is the public

square of Goodloets, with the courthouse in the middle."

"That courthouse is as good as any minor hotels de ville in any of the

small towns in France," said Nickols, as he came and stood beside me,

looking over my shoulder at the map. "The Farmers' Bank and one or two

of the very old brick stores are good, too," he added.




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