A sunny and a dark head, both bent over a much-befigured, much-besmeared slate, the small brows beneath the curls puckered, the one in perplexity, the other with sympathy; opposite these two a third head whose carrotty hue betrayed it to be Jim’s, although the face appertaining thereto was hidden from my view, as its owner, upon his hands and knees, also peered with interest at the slate. Wanderer, familiarly known as “Wand,” the household dog, and the inseparable companion of my little sisters, lay at their feet, as they sat upon a low rustic seat, manufactured for their special behoof by the devoted Jim; its chief characteristic being a tendency to upset, unless the occupant or occupants maintained the most exact balance, a seat not to be depended upon by the unwary or uninitiated, under penalty of a disagreeable surprise. To Allie and Daisy, however, it was a work of art, and left nothing to be desired, they having become accustomed to its vagaries.

Such was the picture which presented itself to my view as I came out on the piazza of our summer-home by the sea, and from that point of vantage looked down upon the little group on the lawn below.

But the problem upon which all three were intent had evidently proved too much for the juvenile arithmeticians; and, as I looked, Allie pushed the slate impatiently from her, saying,

“I can’t make it out, Jim: it’s too hard. You are too mixed up.”

“Now, Miss Allie! an’ you with lessons every day,” said Jim reproachfully. “Should think you might make it out.”

“I’m not so very grown up, Jim,” answered the little girl; “and I’ve not gone so very far in the ’rithmetic; and I’m sure this kind of a sum must be in the very back part of the book.”

“Here comes Bill,” said Jim, as a boy of his own age and social standing appeared around the corner of the house, a tin pail in one hand, a shrimp-net in the other. “Maybe he’ll know. Mr. Edward’s taught him lots of figgerin’. Come on, Bill, an’ help me an’ Miss Allie make out this sum. You ought to know it, bein’ a Wall-street man.”

Allie said nothing; but I saw a slight elevation of her little head and a pursing of her rosy lips, which told me that she did not altogether relish the idea that a servant-boy might possess superior knowledge to herself, although he might be nearly double her age. Allie’s sense of class distinctions was strong.

Having faith in his own attainments, however, the “Wall-street man” this was the liberal interpretation put by Jim upon his position as office-boy to brother Edward deposited his pail and net upon the ground, and himself in a like humble position beside his fellow-servant and chum. He might be learned, but he was not proud by reason thereof.

“Now le’s see, Miss Allie,” he said; “what is it you’re tryin’ to figger out?”

“It’s Jim’s sum; and I can’t see a bit of sense in it, even when it’s down on the slate,” answered Allie, still in a somewhat aggrieved tone. “He’s as mixed up as a as a any thing,” she concluded hastily, at a loss for a simile of sufficient force.

“As a Rhode-Island clam-bake when they puts fish an’ clams an’ sweet-potatoes an’ corn all in to once,” said Jim.

“At once, not to once; and they put, not they puts,” corrected Allie, who, remarkably choice herself in the matter of language, never lost sight of a slip in grammar on the part of our proteges.

“Seems funny, Miss Allie, that you, that’s so clever in the right ways of talkin’, can’t do a sum,” said Jim.

Allie’s self-complacency was somewhat restored by the compliment; but she still answered, rather resentfully,

“Well, I can, a decent sum! I had five lines yesterday, and added it all right, too; but a sum like that I b’lieve even brother Ned couldn’t do it!”

That which brother Ned could not do was not to be compassed by man, in the opinion of the children. And, as if this settled the matter, Allie rose from her seat, forgetting for the moment the necessity for keeping an exact equilibrium, and that both its occupants must rise simultaneously, unless dire results were to follow to the one left behind. The usual catastrophe took place: the vacant end went up, and Daisy was thrown upon the ground, the seat fortunately being so low that her fall was from no great height; but the rickety contrivance turned over upon the child, and she received quite a severe blow upon her head. This called for soothing and ministration from an older source, and, for the time, put all thought of arithmetical puzzles to flight; but after I had quieted her, and she rested, with little arnica-bound head against my shoulder, Jim returned to the charge.

“Miss Amy,” he said, a little doubtfully, as not being quite sure of my powers, “bein’ almost growed up, you’re good at doin’ up sums, I s’pose.”

Now, arithmetic was not altogether my strong point, nevertheless I believed myself quite equal to any problem of that nature which Jim was likely to propound; and I answered vain-gloriously, and with a view to divert the attention of the still-sobbing Daisy from her own woes,

“Of course, Jim. What do you want to know? No,” declining the soiled slate which he proffered for my use, “I’ll just do it in my head.”

“You’re awful smart then, Miss Amy,” said Bill, admiringly.

But the question set before me by Jim proved so inextricably involved, so hopelessly “mixed up,” as poor little Allie had said, that, even with the aid of the rejected slate, it would, I believe, have lain beyond the powers of the most accomplished arithmetician to solve. No wonder that it had puzzled Allie’s infantile brains. To recall and set it down here, at this length of time, would be quite impossible; nor would the reader care to have it inflicted upon him. Days, weeks, and years, peanuts, pence, and dollars, were involved in the statement he made, or attempted to make, for me to work out the solution thereof; but it was hopeless to try to tell what the boy would be at; and, indeed, his own ideas on the subject were more than hazy, and, to his great disappointment, I was obliged to own myself vanquished.

“What are you at, Jim?” I asked. “What object have you in all this” rigmarole, I was about to say, but regard for his feelings changed it into “troublesome sum?”

Jim looked sheepish.

“Now, Miss Amy,” broke in Bill, “he’s got peanuts on his mind; how much he could make on settin’ up some one in the peanut-business, an’ gettin’ his own profits off it. But now, Miss, did you ever hear of a peanut-man gettin’ to be President of the United States, an’ settin’ in the White House?”

“I believe I never heard of any peanut-man coming to that, Bill,” I answered, laughing; “but I have heard of men whose early occupations were quite as lowly, becoming President in their later years.”

“An’ I ain’t goin’ to be any peanut-man,” said Jim. “I’m just goin’ to stick to this place, an’ Miss Milly an’ her folks, till I get eddication enough to be a lawyer. I find it’s mostly lawyers or sojers that gets to be Presidents; lawyers like Mr. Edward. Miss Amy,” with a sudden air of apprehension, “you don’t think Mr. Edward would try to cut me out, do you? He might, you know; an’, bein’ older an’ with more learnin’, he would have the start of me.”

“I do not think that Mr. Edward has any ambition to be President, Jim,” I answered, reassuringly. “You need have no fear of him.”

For to no less a height than this did Jim’s ambition soar, and he had full faith that he should in time attain thereto. In his opinion, the day would surely come when,

“The Father of his country’s shoes
No feet would fit but his’n.”

And it was with a single eye to this that his rules of life were conformed. The reforms which he intended to institute, mostly in the interest of boys of his own age and social standing, when he should have attained to that dignity, were marvellous and startling. No autocrat of all the Russias, no sultan, was ever endowed with the irresponsible powers which Jim believed to appertain to the position he coveted; but, to his credit be it said, these were to be exercised by him more for the benefit of others than for himself.

But he repudiated, now, the idea that the peanut venture upon which his mind was dwelling had any thing to do with his future honors.

“Brother Edward would not be so mean to you, Jim,” quoth Allie, who was standing by my knee. “You spoke first to be President, and he would never do such a thing as to take it from you.”

“And Jim is not thinking about that when he tries to find out that sum,” said Daisy, raising her little bandaged head from my shoulder; “he is quite nice and pious, sister Amy, and wants to do a very right thing.”

“’Tain’t for pious, neither, Miss Daisy,” said Jim, who rather resented the imputation of being influenced by motives of that nature. “’Tain’t none of your doin’ good to folks, nor any of that kind of thing; it’s on’y to animals, cause I’m sorry for ’em.”

“O Jim, what grammar!” sighed Allie. For Jim, when excited or specially interested, was apt to lapse into the vernacular against which he and his friends were striving; Allie in particular setting her face against it, and constituting herself his instructress and monitress in grammar and style.

“Can’t help it, Miss Allie,” said Jim. “Can’t keep grammar an’ ’rithmetic into my head both to once; leastways, not when the ’rithmetic’s such a hard one as this.”

The excuse was accepted as valid; and Jim and the matter which was now agitating his mind, both being at present in high favor and held in great interest, any further lapses were suffered to pass without correction or remark.

Jim’s love for and sympathy with all animals, especially such as were feeble or disabled in any way, was a well-known trait. A maimed or otherwise afflicted dog, horse, cat, or bird was sure to meet with more favor in his eyes than the most beautiful and perfect of its kind; and he had a horror of shooting birds or other game, which was quite remarkable in a boy of his antecedents. He even questioned the right and expediency of killing animals for food, although he never objected to partaking thereof when it was set before him. Fish, only, seemed to him legitimate prey in the way of sport; and for all noxious insects, snakes, or vermin of any description, he had a perfect hatred, setting at naught the principles of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty, and really taking a most reprehensible delight in tormenting them, altogether at variance with his feeling for other creatures.

“Bill,” I said, turning to that youth as the most practical and clear-headed of the group, “tell me if you know what it is that Jim desires to find out, and the rest of you keep silence, and do not interrupt.”

“Well, Miss Amy,” answered Bill, “it’s just this. Jim was readin’ in the newspaper about a’ old lady, how she left all her money an’ she’d worked hard for it too, makin’ a show of herself on account of bein’ so fat to keep a hospital for all sorts of hurt an’ sick animals an’ birds; an’ Jim, he’s just about as much took up with animals an’ natur an’ things of that kind as she must ha’ been, even if he ain’t so fat; an’ he’s got it on his mind to set up his own hospital, an’ let Tony Blair an’ his sister Matty keep it an’ take care of the animals. Tony’s lame, you know, and Matty’s hunchbacked, an’ can’t work; so it’s kind of beginnin’ on the two-legged animals at least, Tony’s only one legged, but he has a right to be two, an’ it’s a help to them, too.”

Poor Tony Blair, with his deformed sister, had formerly been associates and chums of Bill and Jim, in the days when these last had themselves been young vagabonds, waifs, and strays, buffetting with a hard world; and that sentiment in Jim, which was “took up with animals an’ natur,” had led him to befriend the helpless creatures, and to do them such kind turns as fell in his way. Overwhelming modesty, or a desire to hide his light under a bushel, were not distinguishing characteristics of Jim; but Bill also had borne ample testimony to the fact, that many a time in the old days Jim had deprived himself of a meal Milly come by, it might be to give it to the little cripples, poorly provided for by a drunken father and ill-tempered mother to whom they were naught but a burden. Many a faded and limp bouquet, discarded by some happier child of fortune, did Jim rescue from the ash-heap and bring to Matty, who had a passionate love for flowers; and not seldom during the spring and summer months would he take a long trudge into the suburbs, and gather wild blossoms to gratify the craving of the little hunchback. On one of these occasions he stole a little, fluffy chicken, which had wandered from its mother’s guardianship beyond the garden palings of a small cottage, and, hastily buttoning it beneath his worn jacket, made off as fast as his feet would carry him to bestow his prize upon Matty, who had expressed a longing desire for a bird. But the stolen gift brought naught but distress to Matty’s tender heart; for, when the ragged jacket was unbuttoned, the little yellow ball fell lifeless into Jim’s hand.

“I’m sure I thought he’d got lots of air to breathe,” said Jim, wofully gazing at his victim, while Matty’s tears bedewed it; “there’s holes enough in my jacket to make it as ventilatin’ as a’ ash-sifter, an’ it was awful mean in him to up an’ die on me that way. An’, Matty, I wish I hadn’t brought him, for him to go an’ disappint you like this. Never mind, some day I’ll buy you a parrot an’ a monkey.”

Tearful Matty declined the monkey, but the parrot had long since gladdened her weary hours; for a gorgeous specimen, given to much screaming, even more than is the usual manner of his kind, had been purchased by Jim for her behoof out of his little savings, soon after he and Bill had fallen into good hands, namely, those of my sister Millicent and brother Edward.

This occurred not long after the chicken episode. Milly had become interested in the boys, whom she had encountered at one of the Moody and Sankey meetings, whither they had come, not for purposes of edification to themselves or others, but drawn, partly by their love of music, and partly by the desire to make themselves obnoxious to more decently disposed worshippers. But Milly, by her gentle tact, had disarmed them, they being our near neighbors at the service, and, profiting by this love of sweet sounds, had brought them within her influence; nor ceased her missionary efforts on their behalf until, with the aid of brother Edward, and the consent and co-operation of our parents, she had established them both as servants in the family, where they had opportunity and encouragement to fit themselves for decent and useful lives.

But their rise in life had not caused Bill and Jim to forget their less fortunate little friends and proteges, for Bill, too, had in his way been good to Tony and Matty, though he was not nearly so generous and self-sacrificing as Jim, and they made them sharers in their improved circumstances so far as they were able. Jim had proposed that they also should be taken into our household, and nursed and cared for; but, as father and mother objected to having the house turned into a wholesale reformatory and hospital, his modest plan was not carried out. Some help, however, had been extended to the two cripples, who could have been provided with good homes in some beneficent institution, could the wretched mother have been induced to give them up; but, thinking probably that they excited sympathy by which she could profit, she refused to do so.

Ever since Jim had fallen upon happier times, it seemed that the boy’s whole nature had expanded, and he was constantly on the lookout, to use his own language, “for a chance to do a make-up for all the good done to me an’ Bill.” A certain ambitious and not unpraiseworthy pride, too, and a strong sense of gratitude and obligation to those who were befriending and helping them, particularly strong in Jim, were causing both boys to make the most of the opportunities offered to them.

And now, it would seem, Jim was actuated by schemes of wholesale benevolence for one, two, and four legged animals.

He had proved himself quite a hero during the last summer; had, through the force of circumstances and appearances, fallen under unjust suspicion, but had been absolutely and triumphantly cleared (the story of which may be found in “Uncle Rutherford’s Attic"); and had made himself an object of considerable interest, not only to the members of our own family, to whom he had shown great loyalty and fidelity under severe temptation and trial, but also to outsiders who had known of the story of his adventures. Hence, he had been made the recipient of various tokens of this interest and appreciation, mostly of a pecuniary nature, and he now felt himself to be quite a moneyed man.

With the generosity which was one of his characteristics, perhaps the most distinguishing one, he scouted the idea of retaining the whole of his small fortune for his own benefit, pressing a share of it upon Bill, presenting our children and his fellow-servants with tokens of his regard, mostly of a tawdry, seaside-bazaar nature, but beautiful in their eyes and his own; conveying, with an eye to the future, another portion to the care of brother Edward, to be used for “’lection expenses” when the time should come for him to run for that dignity to which he aspired; and now it appeared that he had other ends, of a philanthropic nature, in view.

Old Captain Yorke, a veteran sailor, now retired from active service, was our purveyor-general, going each morning in boat or wagon to the nearest town, whence he brought for us and other families such supplies as we ordered; the Point affording no facilities for marketing or daily household needs. He was a great friend and crony of our two young servant-lads, and to him as well as to Bill had Jim confided his plans; but the three heads had proved unequal to the settlement of the arithmetical difficulties which presented themselves, and Jim had applied to Allie, as being possessed of greater educational advantages. This had not proved equal to the situation, however, as has been seen; the knowledge of eight years not being able to cope with this mathematical problem.

Divested of Jim’s complications, Bill’s discursive remarks upon other subjects, and put into rather more choice English than that in which the latter delivered it, the plan amounted to this:

Captain Yorke, heartily admiring, and willingly co-operating, was to bring from the town a large quantity of peanuts, which Mrs. Yorke, also full of sympathy, had promised to roast. The amount of peanuts purchased was to be determined by the price per bag, but Jim’s ideas were of a wholesale nature; for my young brothers Norman and Douglas, who both had a weakness for this vegetable, had also greatly encouraged him in his undertaking, giving him not only hopes of great results from the home-market, but promises that they would interest “the other fellows,” and induce them also to become customers. He was not to be salesman himself, of course, his daily avocations not permitting of this; but, for the rest of our stay at the seashore, he purposed obtaining the services of an acquaintance who belonged in the place, and who was in the habit of peddling about papers, periodicals, an assortment of very inferior confectionery, and other small wares. The proceeds of these sales made here at the seaside, deducting a commission for the boy-vender, Jim hoped would suffice to start his larger and more ambitious enterprise when we should return to the city. This was to set up Tony and Matty Blair in business.

So far all was plain sailing, in anticipation; but now came the more complicated part of the arrangement.

A stand was to be secured, a roaster, a fresh supply of peanuts, and other necessary appliances purchased; and “our ladies,” to wit, mother, Milly, and myself, asked to provide the crippled young merchants with warm clothing sufficient to protect them against exposure to the elements.

There were so many “shares” to be provided for, shares of divers proportions, and Jim’s arithmetic was of such a very elementary nature, that he soon found himself lost in a hopeless labyrinth of calculations. With peanuts at so much by the wholesale, and so much at retail, running-expenses, and so forth, on the one hand; what would be the various amounts to be allowed from the proceeds, on the other, for a “share” for Tony and Matty, another for return profits to Jim’s own pocket, and the third and larger for the establishment of the hospital for crippled animals, the main object of the undertaking?

Now, if peanuts were so much per bag, and other needful appurtenances so much more, how much profit might be realized, and what would be the respective shares? Hardly had I solved this complicated problem to Jim’s satisfaction, and my own relief, for, as I have said, numbers were a weariness to my flesh, and the rule of three a burden to my spirit, when the boy remembered other claimants upon the fund.

“Miss Amy,” he said, “didn’t I forget. There’s Rosie ought to have a share for savin’ me out the Smuggler’s Hole; she must have a share, for sure; an’ there’s Captain Yorke, he ought to have some, too. Please do it all over again, Miss Amy, takin’ out their shares.”

This was too much, however, and despite Jim’s reproachful appeals to my superior learning, I flatly refused to “do up” any more sums on his behalf.

And now, happily, a diversion in my favor was effected, by the appearance upon the scene of old Captain Yorke himself, who was seen coming up the carriage-way, guiding before him a donkey-cart filled with fish, while upon his arm he bore a basket of fruit, vegetables, and so forth.

He was a character, this old, retired sea-captain, a firm friend and ally to all pertaining to the names of Livingstone, or Rutherford, or to any belonging to those families, our factotum and standby; and, moreover, an endless source of amusement to the mature part of the household, and of unbounded admiration to the more juvenile portion. In the eyes of our little girls, and indeed in those of my two younger brothers, Norman and Douglas, and above all, in those of Jim and Bill, he was a veritable hero, for his had been a hard and venturesome life, full of thrilling adventure and hairbreadth escapes; and the children never tired of listening to the narration of them. Nor, I am bound to believe, did the old man depart from the ways of truth, or draw upon his imagination, in narrating them. But I will let the garrulous old veteran speak for himself, a thing which he was never loth to do.