"Well,if the rest of them will hurry up and marry off,so the expenses won't be so heavy,maybe I can.""How many of you are there?"he asked.
"Only twelve,"I said.
He looked down the road at our house.
"Do you mean to tell me you have twelve children there?"he inquired.
"Oh no!"I answered."Some of the big boys have gone into business in the cities around,and some of the girls are married.
Mother says she has only to show her girls in the cities to have them snapped up like hot cakes.""I fancy that is the truth,"he said."I've passed the one who rides the little black pony and she is a picture.A fine,healthy,sensible-appearing young woman!""I don't think she's as pretty as your girl,"I said.
"Perhaps I don't either,"he replied,smiling at me.
Then he mounted his horse.
"I don't remember that I ever have passed that house,"he said,"without hearing some one singing.Does it go on all the time?""Yes,unless mother is sick."
"And what is it all about?"
"Oh just joy!Gladness that we are alive,that we have things to do that we like,and praising the Lord.""Umph!"said Mr.Pryor.
"It's just letting out what our hearts are full of,"I told him.
"Don't you know that song:
"`Tis the old time religion And you cannot keep it still?'"He shook his head.
"It's an awful nice song,"I explained."After it sings about all the other things religion is good for,there is one line that says:`IT'S GOOD FOR THOSE IN TROUBLE.'"I looked at him straight and hard,but he only turned white and seemed sick.
"So?"said Mr.Pryor."Well,thank you for the most interesting morning I've had this side England.I should be delighted if you would come and hunt lions in my woods with me some time.""Oh,do you open the door to children?"
"Certainly we open the door to children,"he said,and as I live,he looked so sad I couldn't help thinking he was sorry to close it against any one.A mystery is the dreadfulest thing.
"Then if children don't matter,maybe I can come lion-hunting some time with the Princess,after she has made the visit at our house she said she would.""Indeed!I hadn't been informed that my daughter contemplated visiting your house,"he said."When was it arranged?""My mother invited her last Sunday."
I didn't like the way he said:"O-o-o-h!"Some way it seemed insulting to my mother.
"She did it to please me,"I said."There was a Fairy Princess told me the other day that your girl felt like a stranger,and that to be a stranger was the hardest thing in all the world.
She sat a little way from the others,and she looked so lonely.
I pulled my mother's sleeve and led her to your girl and made them shake hands,and then mother HAD to ask her to come to dinner with us.She always invites every one she meets coming down the aisle;she couldn't help asking your girl,too.She said she was expected at home,but she'd come some day and get acquainted.She needn't if you object.My mother only asked her because she thought she was lonely,and maybe she wanted to come."He sat there staring straight ahead and he seemed to grow whiter,and older,and colder every minute.
"Possibly she is lonely,"he said at last."This isn't much like the life she left.Perhaps she does feel herself a stranger.It was very kind of your mother to invite her.If she wants to come,I shall make no objections.""No,but my father will,"I said.
He straightened up as if something had hit him.
"Why will he object?"
"On account of what you said about God at our house,"I told him.
"And then,too,father's people were from England,and he says real Englishmen have their doors wide open,and welcome people who offer friendliness."Mr.Pryor hit his horse an awful blow.It reared and went racing up the road until I thought it was running away.I could see I had made him angry enough to burst.Mother always tells me not to repeat things;but I'm not smart enough to know what to say,so I don't see what is left but to tell what mother,or father,or Laddie says when grown people ask me questions.
I went home,but every one was too busy even to look at me,so I took Bobby under my arm,hunted father,and told him all about the morning.I wondered what he would think.I never found out.
He wouldn't say anything,so Bobby and I went across the lane,and climbed the gate into the orchard to see if Hezekiah were there and wanted to fight.He hadn't time to fight Bobby because he was busy chasing every wild jay from our orchard.By the time he got that done,he was tired,so he came hopping along on branches above us as Bobby and I went down the west fence beside the lane.
If I had been compelled to choose the side of our orchard I liked best,I don't know which I would have selected.The west side--that is,the one behind the dooryard--was running over with interesting things.Two gates opened into it,one from near each corner of the yard.Between these there was quite a wide level space,where mother fed the big chickens and kept the hens in coops with little ones.She had to have them close enough that the big hawks were afraid to come to earth,or they would take more chickens than they could pay for,by cleaning rabbits,snakes,and mice from the fields.Then came a double row of prize peach trees;rare fruit that mother canned to take to county fairs.One bore big,white freestones,and around the seed they were pink as a rose.One was a white cling,and one was yellow.There was a yellow freestone as big as a young sun,and as golden,and the queerest of all was a cling purple as a beet.
