Three weeks after Mr. Joyce’s visit, the long summer vacation began.  The children liked school, but none the less did they rejoice over the coming of vacation.  It brought a sense of liberty, of long-days-all-their-own-to-do-as-they-liked-with, which it was worth going to school the rest of the year to feel.  Each new morning was like a separate beautiful gift, brought and laid in their hands by an invisible somebody, who must be kind and a friend, since he continually did this delightful thing for them.

One hot August afternoon, Eyebright and two or three of her special cronies had gone for coolness to the ice-house, a place which they had used as a playroom before on especially sultry days.  It was a large, square underground cave, with a shingled roof set over it, whose eaves rested on the ground.  The ice when first put in, filled all the space under the roof, and it was necessary to climb up to reach the top layer; later, ice and ground were on a level, but by August so much ice had been used or had melted away, that a ladder was wanted to help people down to the surface.  The girls had left the door a little open, but still the place was dark, and they could only dimly see the tin chest in the corner where Wealthy kept her marketing, and the shapes of two or three yellow crocks which lay half buried, their round lids looking like the caps of droll little drowning Chinamen.

It was so hot outside, that the dullness of the ice was as refreshing as very cold water is to people who have been walking in the sun.  The girls drew long breaths of relief as they entered.  Such a sharp change from heat to cold is not quite safe, and I imagine Wealthy would probably have had a word to say on the subject, had she spied them going into the ice-house; but Wealthy happened to be looking another way that afternoon, so she did not interfere; and as, strange to say, it harmed nobody that time, we need not discuss the wisdom of the proceeding, only don’t any of you who read this go and sit in an ice-house without getting leave from someone wiser than yourselves.

“Oh, this is delightful,” said Romaine.  “It’s just like the North Pole and the Arctic regions which Pa read about in the book.  Don’t you come here sometimes and play shipwreck and polar bears, Eyebright?  I should think you would.”

“We did once, but Harry Prime broke a butter-jar, and Wealthy was as mad as hops, and said we must never play here again, and I must never let another boy come into the ice-house.  She didn’t say we girls mustn’t come, though, and I’m glad she didn’t; for it’s lovely in hot weather, I think.”

“I wish we had an ice-house,” sighed Kitty Bury, “you do have such lots of nice things, Eyebright, ice-houses and hay-lofts and a great big garret, and a room to yourself; I wish I was an only child.”

“I’d rather have some brothers and sisters than all the ice-houses in creation,” said Eyebright, who never had agreed with Kitty as to the advantages of being ‘only.’  “It’s a great deal nicer.”

“That’s because you don’t know any thing about it.  Brothers and sisters are nice enough sometimes, but other times they’re nothing but a plague,” snapped Kitty, who seemed out of sorts for some reason or other; “you can’t imagine what a bother Sarah Jane is to me.  She’s always taking my things, and turning my drawers over, and tagging round after me when I don’t want her; and if I bolt the door, and try to get a little peace and quiet, she comes and bangs, and says it’s her room too, and I’ve no business to lock her out; and then mother takes her part, and it isn’t nice a bit.  I would a great deal rather be an only child than have Sarah Jane.”

“But don’t you have splendid times at night and in the morning?  I always thought it must be so nice to wake up and find another girl there ready to play and talk.”  Eyebright’s tone was a little wistful.

“Well, it’s nice sometimes,” admitted Kitty.

Just then the door at the top of the ladder opened, and a fresh face peeped in.

“Oh, it’s Molly Prime,” they all cried.  “Here we are, Molly, come along.”

Molly scrambled down the ladder.

“I guessed where you were,” she said.  “Wealthy didn’t know, so I took care not to say a word to her, but just crept round and looked in.  Oh, girls! what do you think is going to happen? ­something nice.”

“What?”

“Miss Fitch is going to have a picnic and take us to the Shakers.”

The Shaker settlement was about ten miles from Tunxet.  I am not sure that I have remembered to tell you that Tunxet was the name of the place where Eyebright and the other children lived, but it was, Tunxet Village.  They were used to see the stout, sober-looking brethren in their broad-brimmed hats, driving about the place in wagons and selling vegetables, cheese, and apple-butter.  But, as it happened, none of the children had ever visited the home of the community, and Molly’s news produced a great excitement.

“Goody! goody!” they all cried, “when are we going, Molly, and how did you know?”

“Miss Fitch told father.  She came to borrow our big wagon, and Ben to drive, and Pa said she could have it and welcome, because he thinks ever so much of Miss Fitch, and so does mother.  We are going on Friday, and we are not to carry any thing to eat, because we’re sure to get a splendid dinner over there.  Mother says nobody makes such good things as the Shakers do.  Won’t it be lovely?  All the school is going, little ones and all, except Washington Wheeler, and he can’t, because he’s got the measles.”

“Oh, poor little Washington, that’s too bad,” said Eyebright, “but I’m too glad for any thing that we’re going.  I always did want to see the Shakers.  Wealthy went once, and she told me about it.  She says they’re the cleanest people in the world, and that you might eat off their kitchen floor.”

“Well, if Wealthy says that, you may be sure it is true,” put in Laura Wheelwright.  “Ma declares she’s the cleanest person she ever saw.”

“Oh, Wealthy says the Shakers wouldn’t call her clean a bit,” replied Eyebright.  “They’d never eat off her floor, she says.”

“Shall we really have to eat off a floor?” inquired Bessie, anxiously.

“Oh, no.  That’s only a way of saying very clean indeed!” explained Eyebright.

All was expectation from that time onward till Friday came.  The children were afraid it might rain, and watched the clouds anxiously.  Thursday evening brought a thunder-storm, and many were the groans and sighs; but next morning dawned fresh and fair, with clear sunshine, and dust thoroughly laid on the roads, so that every thing seemed to smile on the excursion.  There was but one discord in the general joy, which was that poor little Washington Wheeler must be left behind, with his measles and his disappointment.  Eyebright felt so sorry for him that she told Wealthy she was afraid she shouldn’t enjoy herself; but bless her! no sooner were they fairly off, than she forgot Washington and every thing else, except the nice time they were having; and neither she nor any one beside noticed the very red and very tear-stained little face, pressed against the pane of the upper window of Mr. Wheeler’s house, to watch the big wagon roll through the village.

Such a big wagon, and packed so very full!  There were twenty-three of them, including Miss Fitch, and Ben, the driver, and how they all got in is a mystery to this day.  The big girls held the little ones in their laps, the boys were squeezed into the bottom, which was made soft with straw, and somehow every body did have a place, though how, I can’t explain.  The road was new to them after the first two or three miles, and a new road is always exciting, especially when, as this did, it winds and turns, now in the woods, and now out, now sunshiny, and now shady, and does not give you many chances to look ahead and see what you are coming to.  They passed several farmhouses, where boys whom they had never seen before ran out and raised a shout at the sight of the wagon and its merry load.  A horse in a field, who looked like a very tame, good-natured horse indeed, took a fancy to them, and trotted alongside till stopped by a fence.  Then he flung up his head and whinnied, as if calling them to come back, which made the children laugh.  Soon after that they reached a bit of woodland, where trees arched over the road and made it cool and shady, and there they saw a squirrel, running just ahead of the wagon over the pine needles.  He did not seem to notice them at first, but the boys whooped and hurrahed, and then he was off in a minute, flashing up a tree-trunk like a streak of striped lightning.  This was delightful; and no less so a flight of crows which passed overhead, cawing, and flying so low that the children could see every feather in their bodies, which shone in the sun like burnished green-black jet, and the glancing of their thievish eyes.

“Going to steal from some farmer’s wheat-crop,” said Miss Fitch, and she repeated these verses about a crow, which amused the children greatly.

“Where are you bound to‚ you sooty-black crow? 
What is that noise which you make as you go? 
You are a sad wicked thief‚ as I know‚
Held by no honesty‚ keeping no law ­
What do you say‚ sir?” The crow he said ­

“Caw.”

“Corn is still green‚ oh‚ you naughty‚ bad crow‚
Wheat is not ripe in the meadow below. 
What is your errand?  I think it is low
Thus to be stuffing and cramming your maw‚
Robbing the farmers! ­” The crow he said ­

“Caw.”

“Bring me my gun.  Now you sinful old crow‚
Right at your back I take aim as you go. 
You are a thief and the honest man’s foe! 
Therefore I shoot you.”  Click!  Bang! ­but‚ oh pshaw! 
Off flew the crow‚ and he laughed and said ­

Caw.”

By the time that the children had done giggling over the crow-rhymes, the Shaker village was in sight, looking, against its back-ground of green trees, like a group of nice yellow cheeses, ­only the cheeses were not round.  All the buildings were cream-colored, and seemed freshly painted, they were so very clean.  The windows had no shutters, but inside some of them hung blue paper shades to keep out the sun.  Every thing looked thrifty and in excellent order.  The orchard trees were heavy with half-grown apples and pears; the grass fields had been newly cut, and nothing could be imagined neater than the vegetable gardens which lay on one side of the houses.  All the green things stood in precise straight rows, ­every beet, and carrot, and cucumber with his hands in his own pocket, so to speak; none of that reaching about and intruding on neighboring premises which most vegetables indulge in; but every one at home, with a sedate air, and minding his own business.  Not a single squash-vine could be detected tickling another squash-vine; each watermelon lay in the middle of his hill with a solemn expression on his large face; the tomatoes looked ashamed of being red; and only a suit of drab apiece seemed wanting, to make the pumpkins as respectably grave as the other members of the community.  Two small boys, in wide-brimmed hats and legs of discreet tint, were weeding these decorous vegetables.  They raised their heads and took one good stare as the big wagon rattled past, then they lowered them again, and went on with their work, laying the pig-weeds, which they pulled out of the ground, in neat little piles along the garden walk.

At the door of the principal building, a stout, butternut-colored Elder stood waiting, as if to learn their business.

“We have driven over to see your village,” said Miss Fitch, in her pleasant voice, “and we should like dinner, if you can give it to us.”

“Yea,” said the Elder.  He pronounced the word as if it were spelled “ye.”  That was all he said; but he helped the children to get down from the wagon, and led the way through a very clean, bare passage to a room equally clean and bare, where four women in drab gowns with wide collars and stiff white caps were sitting, each on a little platform by herself, darning stockings, with a basket of mending beside her.

One of these introduced herself to Miss Fitch as Sister Samantha.  She had a round, comfortable face, and the boys and girls, who had felt an awe of the grave Elder, recovered courage as they looked at her.  She said they could “go round” if they wanted to, and called a younger sister named Dorcas to show them the way.

Sister Dorcas had a pale, rather dissatisfied face.  She did not seem so happy as Sister Samantha.  She showed the children all that there was to see, but she said very little and took no pains to explain any thing, or to make the visit pleasant.  They saw the bedrooms where the sisters slept, and the bedrooms where the brothers slept, all exactly alike, comfortable, plain, and unadorned, except for wonderful patchwork quilts on the beds, and the gay “pulled” rugs on the floors.  They were shown the kitchen where the food for all the community was cooked, a kitchen as clean and shining as the waxen cell of a bee, and the storerooms, full of dried fruits and preserved fruits, honey, cheeses, beeswax, wooden ware, brooms, herbs, and soap.  There was an “office” also, where these things were for sale to any one who should choose to buy, and great consultations took place among the children, who had almost all brought a little shopping money.  Some chose maple-sugar, some, silk-winders, some, little cakes of white wax for use in work-baskets.  Molly Prime had a sudden bright thought, which she whispered about, and after much giggling and mysterious explanations in corners, they clubbed together and got a work-basket for Miss Fitch.  It cost a dollar and a quarter, and was a great beauty, the children thought.  Miss Fitch was very much pleased with it, and that added to their pleasure, so that the purchase of the work-basket was one of the pleasantest events of the day.  Eyebright spent what was left of her money in buying a new mop-handle as a present for Wealthy, who wanted one, she knew.  She was a good deal laughed at by the other boys and girls, but she didn’t mind that a bit, and shouldering her mop-handle as if it had been a flag-staff, followed with the rest wherever Sister Dorcas chose to lead them.

Sister Dorcas took them to see the big barns, sweet with freshly made hay, and to the dairy and cheese-house, with white shelves laden with pans of rich milk and curds, the very sight of which made the children hungry.  Next they peeped into the meeting-house for Sundays, and then they were taken to the room where fruit was packed and sorted.  Here they found half-a-dozen young Shakeresses, busy in filling baskets with blackberries for next day’s market.

These Shaker girls pleased the children very much; they looked so fresh and prim and pretty in their sober costume, and so cheerful and smiling.  Eyebright fell in love at once with the youngest and prettiest, a girl only two or three years older than herself.  She managed to get close to her, and, under pretence of helping with the blackberries, drew her a little to one side, where they could talk without being overheard.

“Do you like to live here?” she asked confidentially, as their fingers met in the blackberry basket.

“Yea,” said the little Shakeress, glancing round shyly.  Then as she saw that nobody was noticing them, she became more communicative.

“I like it ­pretty well,” she said.  “But I guess I shan’t stay here always.”

“Won’t you?  What will you do then?  Where will you go?”

“I don’t know yet; but Ruth Berguin ­she is my sister in the flesh ­was once of this family, and she left, and went back to the world’s people and got married.  She lives up in Canada now, and has got two babies.  She came for a visit once, and fetched one of them.  Sister Samantha felt real badly when Ruth went, but she liked the baby ever so much.  I mean to go back to the world’s people too, some day.”

“Oh my! perhaps you will get married,” suggested Eyebright, greatly excited at the idea.

“Perhaps I shall,” answered the small Shakeress with unmoved gravity.

Then she told Eyebright that her name was Jane, and she was an orphan, and that she and sister Orphah, whom she pointed out, slept together in one of the bedrooms which the children had seen upstairs, and had very “good times” after the lights were out, whispering to each other and planning what they would do when they were old enough to do any thing.  Sister Orphah, too, had a scheme for returning to the world’s people ­perhaps they might go together.  The idea of these “good times” rather tickled Eyebright’s imagination.  For a few minutes she reflected that perhaps it might be a pleasant thing to come and join the Shakers.  She and sister Jane grew intimate so fast, and chattered so merrily, that Bessie became jealous and drew near to hear what they were saying, and presently one of the elder Shakeresses joined them, and gently sent Jane away on an errand.  Eyebright’s chance for confidences was over:  but she had made the most of it while it lasted, and that is always a comfort.

By the time that they had finished the round of the premises dinner was ready, ­welcome news; for the children were all very hungry.  It was spread in an enormous dining-room on two long tables.  The men Shakers sat at one table, and the women Shakers at the other.  Miss Fitch and her scholars were placed with the latter, and some of the young sisters waited on them very neatly and quietly.  Sister Jane was one of these and she took especial care of Eyebright whom she seemed to regard as a friend of her own.  No one spoke at either table except to ask for something or to say “thank you”; but to make up for this silence, a prodigious amount of eating was done.  No wonder, for the dinner was excellent, the very best dinner, the children thought, that they had ever tasted.  There was no fresh meat, but capital pork and beans, vegetables of all kinds, delicious Indian pudding, flooded with thick, yellow cream, brown bread and white, rusk, graham gems, oat-meal and grits, with the best of butter, apple-sauce, maple-molasses, and plenty of the richest milk.  Every thing was of the nicest material, and as daintily clean as if intended for a queen.  Miss Fitch praised the food, and Sister Samantha, who looked pleased, said they tried to do things thoroughly, “as to the Lord.”  Miss Fitch said afterward that she thought this was an admirable idea, and she wished more people would try it, because then there would be less bad cooking in the world, and less saleratus and dyspepsia.  She said that to be faithful and thorough in every thing, even in getting dinner ready, was a real way of serving God, and pleased Him too, because He looks beyond things, and sees the spirit in which we do them.

At three o’clock the wagon came to the door, and they said good-by to the kind Shakers.  Miss Fitch paid for the dinner; but the elder was not willing to take much.  They entertained the poor for nothing, he said.  A small compensation from those who were able and willing to pay, did not come amiss, but a dinner for boys and girls like those, he guessed, didn’t amount to much.  Miss Fitch privately doubted this.  It seemed to her that a regiment of grown men could hardly have devoured more in the same space of time than her hungry twenty-one; but she was grateful to the elder for his kindness, and told him so.  Eyebright parted from Sister Jane with a kiss, and gave her, by way of keepsake, the only thing she had, ­a china doll about two inches long, which chanced to be at the bottom of her pocket.  It was a droll gift to make to a solemn little Shakeress in drab; but Jane was pleased, and said she should always keep it.  Then they were packed into the wagon again, and with many good-bys they drove away, kissing their hands to the sisters at the door, and carrying with them a sense of cleanliness, hospitality, and quiet peace, which would make them for ever friendly to the name of Shaker.

The drive home was as pleasant as that of the morning had been.  The children were not at all tired, and in the most riotous spirits.  They hurrahed every five minutes.  They made jokes and guessed riddles, and sang choruses, ­“Tranquidillo” was one; “We’ll bear the storm, it won’t be long,” another; and “Ubidee,” which Herman Bury had picked up from a cousin in college, and which they all thought grand.  Past the farmhouses they went, past the tree where the squirrel had curled himself to sleep, and the fields from which the thievish crows had flown.  They stopped a minute at Mr. Wheeler’s to leave some maple-sugar for Washington, ­not the best diet for measles, perhaps, but pleasant as a proof of kind feeling, and then, one by one, they were dropped at the doors of their own homes.

“Well!” said Wealthy, eying her mop-handle with great satisfaction.  “That’s what I call sensible.  I expected you’d spend your money on some pesky gimcrack or other.  I never thought ’t would be a handy thing like this, and I am obliged to you for it, Eyebright.  Now run up and see your ma.  She was asking after you a while ago.”