The Essential Gene Stratton-Porter Collection. Stratton-Porter Gene
floor in a heap. When Adam Bates pulled it from his path he stepped in a dish of fried potatoes and fell heavily. Kate reached the road, climbed in the buggy, and said the Nancy Ellen: "You'd better hide! Cut a bundle of stuff and send it to me by Adam and I'll sew my fingers to the bone for you every night. Now drive like sin, Adam!"
As Adam Bates came lurching down the walk in fury the buggy dashed past and Kate had not even time to turn her head to see what happened.
"Take the first turn," she said to Adam. "I've done an awful thing."
"What did you do?" cried the boy.
"Asked him as nicely as I could; but he threw a chair at me. Something funny happened to me, and I wasn't afraid of him at all. I dodged it, and finished what I was saying, and another chair came, so the two Bates went at it."
"Oh, Kate, what did you do?" cried Adam.
"Went inside and ran around the dining table while I told him what all his sons and daughters think of him. 'Spanked school-boys' and all--"
"Did you tell him my father said that?" he demanded.
"No. I had more sense left than that," said Kate. "I only said all his boys FELT like that. Then I pulled the table after me to block the door, and smashed half the dishes and he slipped in the fried potatoes and went down with a crash--"
"Bloody Murder!" cried young Adam, aghast.
"Me, too!" said Kate. "I'll never step in that house again while he lives. I've spilled the beans, now."
"That you have," said Adam, slacking his horse to glance back. "He is standing in the middle of the road shaking his fist after you."
"Can you see Nancy Ellen?" asked Kate.
"No. She must have climbed the garden fence and hidden behind the privet bush."
"Well, she better make it a good long hide, until he has had plenty of time to cool off. He'd have killed me if he had caught me, after he fell--and wasted all those potatoes already cooked----"
Kate laughed a dry hysterical laugh, but the boy sat white-faced and awed.
"Never mind," said Kate, seeing how frightened he was. "When he has had plenty of time he'll cool off; but he'll never get over it. I hope he doesn't beat Mother, because I was born."
"Oh, drat such a man!" said young Adam. "I hope something worse that this happens to him. If ever I see Father begin to be the least bit like him as he grows older I shall----"
"Well, what shall you do?" asked Kate, as he paused.
"Tell Ma!" cried young Adam, emphatically.
Kate leaned her face in her hands and laughed. When she could speak she said: "Do you know, Adam, I think that would be the very best thing you could do."
"Why, of course!" said Adam.
They drove swiftly and reached Walden before ten o'clock. There they inquired their way to the home of the Trustee, but Kate said nothing about giving up the school. She merely made a few inquiries, asked for the key of the schoolhouse, and about boarding places. She was directed to four among which she might choose.
"Where would you advise me to go?" she asked the Trustee.
"Well, now, folks differ," said he. "All those folks is neighbours of mine and some might like one, and some might like another, best. I COULD say this: I think Means would be the cheapest, Knowls the dearest, but the last teacher was a good one, an' she seemed well satisfied with the Widder Holt."
"I see," said Kate, smiling.
Then she and young Adam investigated the schoolhouse and found it far better than any either of them had ever been inside. It promised every comfort and convenience, compared with schools to which they had been accustomed, so they returned the keys, inquired about the cleaning of the building, and started out to find a boarding place. First they went to the cheapest, but it could be seen at a glance that it was too cheap, so they eliminated that. Then they went to the most expensive, but it was obvious from the house and grounds that board there would be more than Kate would want to pay.
"I'd like to save my digestion, and have a place in which to study, where I won't freeze," said Kate, "but I want to board as cheaply as I can. This morning changes my plans materially. I shall want to go to school next summer part of the time, but the part I do not, I shall have to pay my way, so I mustn't spend money as I thought I would. Not one of you will dare be caught doing a thing for me. To make you safe I'll stay away, but it will cost me money that I'd hoped to have for clothes like other girls."
"It's too bad," said Adam, "but I'll stick to you, and so will Ma."
"Of course you will, you dear boy," said Kate. "Now let's try our third place; it is not far from here."
Soon they found the house, but Kate stopped short on sight of it.
"Adam, there has been little in life to make me particular," she said, "but I draw the line at that house. I would go crazy in a house painted bright red with brown and blue decoration. It should be prohibited by law. Let us hunt up the Widder Holt and see how her taste in colour runs."
"The joke is on you," said Adam, when they had found the house.
It was near the school, on a wide shady street across which big maples locked branches. There was a large lot filled with old fruit trees and long grass, with a garden at the back. The house was old and low, having a small porch in front, but if it ever had seen paint, it did not show it at that time. It was a warm linty gray, the shingles of the old roof almost moss-covered.
"The joke IS on me," said Kate. "I shall have no quarrel with the paint here, and will you look at that?"
Adam looked where Kate pointed across the street, and nodded.
"That ought to be put in a gold frame," he said.
"I think so, too," said Kate. "I shouldn't be a bit surprised if I stay where I can see it."
They were talking of a deep gully facing the house and running to a levee where the street crossed. A stream ran down it, dipped under a culvert, turned sharply, and ran away to a distant river, spanning which they could see the bridge. Tall old forest trees lined the banks, shrubs and bushes grew in a thicket. There were swaying, clambering vines and a babel of bird notes over the seed and berry bearing bushes.
"Let's go inside, and if we agree, then we will get some water and feed the horse and eat our lunch over there," said Kate.
"Just the thing!" said young Adam. "Come and we will proceed to the residence of Mrs. Holt and investigate her possibilities. How do you like that?"
"That is fine," said Kate gravely.
"It is," said Adam, promptly, "because it is Ma. And whatever is Ma, is right."
"Good for you!" cried Kate. "I am going to break a Bates record and kiss you good-bye, when you go. I probably shan't have another in years. Come on."
They walked up the grassy wooden walk, stepped on the tiny, vine-covered porch, and lifted and dropped a rusty old iron knocker. Almost at once the door opened, to reveal a woman of respectable appearance, a trifle past middle age. She made Kate think of dried sage because she had a dried-out look and her complexion, hair, and eyes were all that colour. She was neat and clean while the hall into which she invited them was clean and had a wholesome odour. Kate explained her errand. Mrs. Holt breathed