When Edna awoke on Saturday morning
her first thought was of Nettie and she scrambled
out of bed that she might not lose a moment’s
time in telling her of the discovery she had made
the night before. She hurried through her breakfast
and was off to the little house as soon as she had
been given leave by her mother. She carried the
page of her father’s paper safely folded in
her hand, and ran nearly all the way, arriving breathless.
She could scarcely wait for Nettie to open to her knock,
and her words tumbled over each other as she replied
to Nettie’s greeting of “How nice and
early you are,” by saying, “Oh, I have
something so nice to tell you.”
“You had something nice to tell
me when you came last evening,” returned Nettie;
“you don’t mean to say there is anything
more.”
“Yes, I’ve found a way
that maybe you can make some money, a dollar.”
This was exciting, “Oh, do tell
me quick,” returned Nettie.
Edna hastily began to open the paper
she carried, and then she thrust it before Nettie,
pointing to a line and saying, “There, read that.”
Nettie did as she was told, her eyes
eagerly running over the words. “Oh, Edna,”
she said, “do you believe we could do it?”
“Why, of course, but you see
the main thing is to get it done as quickly as possible,
for the one who gets the answer to the puzzle the quickest
and who has the clearest answer will get the first
prize. Maybe we couldn’t get the very first,
but we could get the second, and that’s a dollar.
We must set to work right away. I thought we’d
do the best we could and then we’d get Cousin
Ben to fix it up for us.”
“Would that be right?”
“Oh, I think so, for it doesn’t
say you mustn’t have any help; it just says
the one who sends it in the soonest. I left a
note for Cousin Ben to stop here if he had time this
morning.”
“Do you think he will?”
“If he has time. I told
him it was something very particular. You don’t
mind his knowing, do you, Nettie? He won’t
tell, I am sure. You don’t know how well
he can keep a secret.”
“No, I don’t mind,”
Nettie replied, “because he has been here and
knows all about everything.”
“Then let’s go at it.”
“I must finish the dishes first.”
“Then would you rather I should
help you with them or start on the puzzle?”
“I think you’d better start on the puzzle.”
“Very well. I’ve
been thinking a little about it, and I believe I’ve
guessed part. They are in the paper every week
on Fridays, and I often do them, but this is the first
time I’ve noticed that a prize has been offered.”
She took off her coat and hat, sat
down at the table and spread out the paper before
her. Nettie furnished paper and pencil and then
went back to her work in the kitchen. The two
were busying their brains over the puzzle when Ben
appeared an hour later.
“Hallo,” he said, “what’s
up, kiddies?”
“Why you see,” Edna began,
“Nettie has been taken into the club, and when
her time comes to have the club meeting she won’t
have any way of getting the refreshments, so we thought
and thought of what we could do to get some money,
and last night I saw in the Children’s Corner
of the Times that they would give prizes for
guessing a puzzle, you know those puzzles, Cousin
Ben.”
“Yes, my child, I knew them of yore.”
“Well, don’t you see if
we can only guess this one quick and can send in the
answer right away we might get a dollar, anyhow.
We have guessed a lot of it, but I thought maybe you
could help us a little and tell us how to fix it up
very nicely. Have you very much to do to-day?”
“Not so much but that I can
spare you a little time for such laudable ambition.
Where’s your puzzle?”
Edna produced the paper and then showed
him what they had already done. “Do you
think it is right as far as we’ve gone?”
she asked anxiously.
He looked over the page she offered
him. “Pretty good so far. Let me see.
I think that must be John B. J on B. you see.”
“Of course, it is, why didn’t
we think of that? And this one, what do you think
that can be?”
Ben looked at this thoughtfully, and
presently declared he had it. So bit by bit the
puzzle was completed and within an hour was in such
shape as pleased the girls immensely.
“Now,” said Ben, “I’ll
tell you what I can do. I want to take the noon
train to town and I’ll get this right down to
the newspaper office myself; I have to go near there,
and so it will reach them much quicker than if it
were sent by mail, you see.”
“Oh, Cousin Ben, you are a perfect
dear!” cried Edna. “I think that is
just lovely of you. We are so much obliged, aren’t
we, Nettie?”
“I am very much obliged to both
of you,” returned Nettie sedately. Edna’s
interest was so great that she forgot she was not doing
this for herself at all.
“Shall we tell your mother?”
asked Edna when Ben had gone, promising that he would
attend to the puzzle the very first thing.
“Why ” Nettie
hesitated, “I’d like to have her know and
yet I would love dearly to have it for a surprise
if we did win. When do you suppose we will know?”
“Not before next Friday, I suppose,
but that will be soon enough, won’t it?”
“Yes, except that I can scarcely
wait to know, and it is hard to keep a secret from
your mother that long.”
“Why don’t you tell her
that you have a secret and that you can’t tell
her till Friday?”
“I might do that, but then suppose
I shouldn’t win; we would both be disappointed.”
“What did you tell her just now that we were
all doing?”
“I told her we were doing a
puzzle, and she said as long as I had done my morning’s
work I could stay with you. I have still my stockings
to darn, but I can do those this afternoon. Mother
always lets me do them when I choose; so long as I
get them done before Sunday, that is all she asks.”
Edna looked very sympathetic.
She did not have to do her stockings nowadays, though
she remembered that it had been one of the week’s
tasks when she was staying with Aunt Elizabeth, and
it was one she much disliked. She stayed a little
while longer and then returned home, for Dorothy was
coming that afternoon and they were both going over
to see Margaret to make what Dorothy said was their
party call.
The weather was quite mild; already
the buds were beginning to swell on the trees, and
the crocuses were starting up in the little grass plot
in front of Nettie’s home. Edna stopped
to look at them as she passed out. She was full
of Nettie’s secret but she had promised not to
tell. She wished Cousin Ben would come back so
she could talk it over with him, but he was not to
return till late in the day and meantime she must
occupy herself and not say a word of what was uppermost
in her mind.
She found Celia and Agnes in the library
talking earnestly. There was a pleasant aroma
of gingerbread pervading the house, and the fire in
the open grate looked very cheerful. What a dear
place home was, and how glad she was always to get
back to it. Agnes held out her hand as she came
in. “Well, chickabiddy,” she said,
“where have you been? You are as rosy as
an apple.”
“I’ve been down to Nettie’s.
I’m glad I don’t have to darn my stockings.”
“Does Nettie have to?”
“Yes, and she has to wash the
dishes, too. I did darn my stockings last year,
but Katie does them all this year, so I don’t
even have to be sorry for mother and think of her
doing them, for Katie is paid to do them.”
Agnes laughed. “But I have
no doubt you would do them just as cheerfully as Nettie
does, if you had to do them.”
“I don’t know about the
cheerful part, but I wouldn’t yell and scream.”
“Let us hope you would not,”
said Celia. “I should hope you knew better
than to behave like that.”
“Of course,” said Edna.
“What were you talking about, you two?”
“Shall we tell her, Agnes?” asked Celia.
“Why not? It will soon be talked over by
all of us.”
“Well, we were talking of having
something very special for the last meeting of the
club, after school closes. You see most of the
girls go away for the summer, and we shall have to
give the club a holiday, too.”
“What nice special thing were you thinking of?”
“We thought if we could have
some nice little fairy play and have it out of doors,
it would be lovely. We would invite our parents
and the teachers and have a real big affair.”
“How perfectly lovely. What is the play?”
“Oh, dear, we haven’t
come to that yet. We did think some of having
‘Alice in Wonderland,’ but that has been
done so often. We were wishing for something
original.”
“Why don’t you get Cousin
Ben to help you? He has so many funny things
to say about the woodsy creatures.”
“The very one. Why didn’t
we think of him before, Agnes? He may be silly
about some things, but he would certainly have ideas
about that. Where is he, Edna?”
“He has gone in town, and won’t
be back till late in the afternoon.”
“Trust you for keeping track
of his movements,” said Celia laughing.
“I don’t believe Ben yawns but Edna knows
it. Well, we will see what he says this evening.”
“Couldn’t you and he come
to our house after supper?” asked Agnes.
“I’ll find out and ’phone
you when he comes in. He doesn’t generally
have anything special on hand Saturdays, unless something
is going on at the Abercrombies’.”
This gave Edna a new theme to think
of and in consequence she did not find it hard to
keep from talking of Nettie’s secret when she
and Dorothy met that afternoon.
They took the news of the probable
play to Margaret who wanted at once to tell Mrs. MacDonald
about it. She showed great interest and asked
all sorts of questions. “Why couldn’t
you have it here in my grounds?” she asked.
“There is a good place just back of the house
where the terrace is. I hope you will let it
be Margaret’s meeting and let me furnish everything.”
“Oh, Mrs. Mac, there will be
ever and ever so many people, for we are going to
ask our families and the teachers and all those.”
Edna was quite overpowered.
“Well, what of that? Haven’t
I as much right to entertain them as any of the others
have, and have I less room than my neighbors?”
“Why, no, you have more.”
“Very well, then. I put
in my plea the first one and I hope you will lay it
before your next meeting.” She spoke almost
as if she were angry but there was a merry little
twinkle in her eyes which the girls had come to know
well. The next words were, “Go out, Margaret,
and ask Lizzie to send in some of the day’s
baking for your friends. There must be scones,
or something of that kind.” The girls liked
the Scotchy things, as they called them, that Mrs.
MacDonald had for them, and the hot scones, with a
“wee bittie” of honey or jam were generally
as pleasant a treat as they found anywhere.
When Edna had returned from her visit
she told Celia of what Mrs. MacDonald had offered
and before they had finished talking of it, Cousin
Ben came in, and was immediately set upon, though Edna
ran out to meet him in the hall that she might whisper,
“Did you leave it all right?”
“First thing,” he returned.
“It couldn’t have been an hour from the
time I left you before it was at the office.”
“Oh, goody, goody!” exclaimed
Edna softly, patting her hands together. “Agnes
has been here, Cousin Ben, and Celia wants to ask you
something. Come into the library, please.”
He followed her in and the subject
was opened to him of the little fairy play.
He shook his head. “Can’t
promise. That’s a good deal to spring on
a fellow unbeknownst. I’ll have to think
about it.”
“But can’t you go over
to Agnes’s this evening to talk it over?”
asked Celia.
Now Ben admired Agnes very much, though
he would not have it known for the world. “I
was going to Abercrombies,” he said with apparent
reluctance.
“Oh, but you see Will Abercrombie
every day,” said Celia coaxingly, “and
we do so want to have your help, Ben.”
“Well, perhaps I can ’phone
to Will not to expect me,” said Ben giving in.
“But if I take hold of this thing you girls will
all have to do your part.”
“Oh, we will,” Celia promised
earnestly. “We are none of us up to an
original play, but you are.”
“Such flattery,” laughed
Ben. “Well, if I am going to call on ladies
I must go up and make myself look respectable.”
“He’ll do it,” said
Celia, as soon as her cousin had left the room.
“He has as good as promised.”
Whatever was said that evening was
not reported, but it is enough to say that Ben had
promised to see what he could do, and would let them
know later when he had gone over the subject more
thoroughly, so with this the girls had to be satisfied.
There was no more to be heard of either
puzzle or play during the week while school was occupying
them all, but on Friday Mrs. MacDonald’s offer
was presented to the club and unanimously accepted
with thanks.
There was no delay in Edna’s
demand for the evening paper on that Friday, but to
her great disappointment her father found that he had
left it in the car, and there was no way to get another
copy till the next day. Edna was almost in tears,
for she had so counted on letting Nettie know the
very first thing in the morning.
“I am so sorry,” said
her father. “I forgot entirely that the
Friday issue was the one in which you are always so
interested. I will bring you out a copy to-morrow,
daughter. I will try not to forget it, but I
give you leave to call me up on the long distance,
or rather the out-of-town line and get you to remind
me. If you will call, say, at about ten o’clock,
I will send one of the boys out for it from the office.”
This was certainly more than Edna
had any right to expect, and she thanked him as heartily
as she could, though deep down in her heart the disappointment
still lingered and she felt that it would be harder
still for Nettie to wait another day.
However, she went early to the little
house as she had promised, and saw Nettie at the window
on the watch for her. She looked so pleased when
she saw her friend that Edna was all the more grieved
at having to tell her she must wait till evening.
“Oh, I am so glad you have come,” cried
Nettie as she met her at the door. “I have
been watching for you for ages.” And she
drew her inside.