"It is very evident," added Agnes, and the two sisters hurried out, brushing past Uncle Rufus in the hall.

"Can't we do something?" asked Lucy Poole, one of the guests.

"Yes, we must help," added Grace Watson.

"I think perhaps it will be best if you remain here," said Mr.

Howbridge. "I don't imagine anything very much out of the ordinary has happened, from what I know of the family," he said with a smile. "I'll go and see, and if any more help is needed I shall let you young ladies know. Unless it is, the fewer on the scene the better, perhaps."

"Especially if any one is hurt," murmured Clo Baker. "I never could stand the sight of a child hurt."

"They don't seem to have lost their voices, at any rate," remarked Lucy.

"Listen:"

As Mr. Howbridge followed Agnes and Ruth from the room, there was borne to the ears of the a.s.sembled guests a cry of:

"Let me down! Do you hear, Sammy Pinkney! Let me down!"

And a voice, undoubtedly that of the Sammy in question, answered:

"I'm not doing anything! I can't get you down! It's Billy b.u.mps. He did it!"

"Two boys in mischief," murmured Lucy.

"No, Billy is a goat, so I understand," said Clo. "I hope he hasn't b.u.t.ted one of the children down the cistern."

And while the guests were vainly wondering what had happened, Ruth, Agnes and Mr. Howbridge saw suspended in a large clothes basket, which was attached to a rope that ran over the high limb of a great oak tree in the back yard, Tess and Dot. They were in the clothes basket, Dot with her Alice-doll clasped in her hands; and both girls were looking over the side of the hamper.

Attached to the ground end of the rope, where it was run through a pulley block, was a large goat, now contentedly chewing gra.s.s, and near the animal, with a startled look on his face, was a small boy, who, when he felt like it, answered to the name Sammy Pinkney.

"Get us down! Get us down!" cried Dot and Tess in a chorus, while Mrs.

MacCall stood beneath them holding out her ap.r.o.n as if the two little girls were ripe apples ready to fall.

"How did you get up there?" demanded Ruth, her face paling as she saw the danger of her little sisters, for Tess and Dot were too high up for safety.

[Ill.u.s.tration: "Get us down!" cried Dot and Tess in a chorus, while Mrs. MacCall stood beneath them holding out her ap.r.o.n.]

"Sammy elevatored us up," explained Dot.

"Well, you wanted to go!" replied the small boy in self justification.

The goat kept on eating gra.s.s, of which there was an ample supply in the yard of the Corner House.

"What shall we do?" cried Agnes.

"Run into the house and get a strong blanket or quilt," advised Mr.

Howbridge quickly, but in a quiet, insistent voice which seemed to calm the excitement of every one. "Bring the blanket here. We will hold it beneath the basket like a fire net, though I do not believe there is any immediate danger of the children falling. The rope seems to be firmly caught in the pulley block."

His quick eye had taken in this detail of the "elevator." The rope really had jammed in the block, and, as long as it held, the basket could not descend suddenly. Even if the rope should be unexpectedly loosened, there would still be the weight of the attached goat to act as a drag on the end of the cable, thus counterbalancing, in a measure, the weight of the girls in the clothes basket.

"But I don't want to take any chances," explained the lawyer. "We'll take hold and extend the blanket under them, in case they should fall."

"I have my ap.r.o.n ready now!" cried Mrs. MacCall. "Oh, the puir bairns!

What ever possit it ye twa gang an' reesk their lives this way, ye tapetless one?" she cried to Sammy angrily, suddenly, in her excitement, using the broadest of Scotch.

"Well, they wanted to ride in an elevator, an' I--I made one," he declared.

And that is just what he had done. Whether it was his idea or that of Tess and Dot did not then develop. What Sammy had done was to take the largest clothes basket, getting it un.o.bserved when Mrs. MacCall and Linda were busy over Ruth's party. He had fastened the basket to a long rope, which had been thrown over the high limb of the oak tree. Then Sammy had pa.s.sed the rope through a pulley block, obtained no one knew where, and had hitched to the cable the goat, Billy b.u.mps.

By walking away from the tree Billy had pulled on the rope. The straightaway pull was transformed, by virtue of the pulley, into an upward motion, and the basket ascended. It had formed the "elevator" to which Uncle Rufus alluded.

And, really, it did elevate Dot and Tess. They had been pulled up and had descended as Sammy made the goat back, thus releasing the pull on the rope. All had gone well for several trips until the rope jammed in the pulley, thus leaving the two girls suspended in the basket at the highest point. Their screams, the fright of Sammy, the alarms of Uncle Rufus and Mrs. MacCall had followed in quick succession.

"Here's the blanket!" cried Agnes speeding to the scene with a large woolen square under her arm. "Have they fallen yet?"

Behind her came stringing the guests. It had been impossible for them to remain in the library with their minds on civic betterment ideas when they heard what had happened.

"Well, did you ever!" cried one of the number in astonishment.

"What can it mean?" burst out a second.

"Looks to me like an amateur circus," giggled a third. She was a lighthearted girl and had not taken much of an interest in the rather dry meeting.

"Those children will be hurt," cried a nervous lady. "Oh, dear, why did they let them do such an awful thing as that?"

"I think they did it on their own account," said another lady. "Our Tommy is just like that--into mischief the minute your back is turned."

"I'm glad they came!" said Mr. Howbridge. "They may all take hold of the edges of the blanket and extend it as firemen do the life net. You may stand aside now, Mrs. MacCall, if you will," he told the Scotch housekeeper, and not until then did she lower her ap.r.o.n and move out from under the swaying basket, murmuring as she did so something about Sammy being a "tapetless gowk" who needed a "crummock" or a good "flyte," by which the girls understood that the boy in question was a senseless dolt who needed a severe whipping or a good scolding.

Ruth, Agnes and the guests took hold of the heavy blanket and held it under the basket as directed by Mr. Howbridge. Then, seeing there would be little danger to the children in case the basket should suddenly fall, the lawyer directed Sammy to loosen the goat from the rope.

"He'll run if I do," objected Sammy.

"Let him run, you ninnie!" cried Mrs. MacCall. "An' if ever ye fetchet him yon again I'll--I'll--"

But she could not call up a sufficiently severe punishment, and had to subside.

Meanwhile the mischievous boy had led Billy b.u.mps off to one side, by the simple process of loosening the rope from the wagon harness to which it was fastened. Mr. Howbridge then took a firm hold of the cable and, after loosening it from where it had jammed in the pulley block, he braced his feet in the earth, against the downward pull of the basket, and so gently lowered Tess and Dot to the ground.

"I'm never going to play with you again, Sammy Pinkney!" cried Tess, climbing out of the basket and shaking her finger at the boy.

"Nor me, either!" added Dot, smoothing out the rumpled dress of her Alice-doll.

"Well, you asked me to make some fun and I did," Sammy defended himself.

"Yes, and you made a lot of excitement, too," added Ruth. "You had better come into the house now, children," she went on. "And, Sammy, please take Billy away."

"Yes'm," he murmured. "But they asked me to elevator 'em up, an' I did!"

"To which I shall bear witness," said Mr. Howbridge, laughing.