The Corner House Girls s...o...b..und.

by Grace Brooks Hill.

CHAPTER I

A GHOST AND A GOAT

There was a vast amount of tramping up and down stairs, and little feet, well shod, are noisy. This padding up and down was by the two flights of back stairs from the entry off the kitchen porch to the big heated room that was called by the older folks who lived in the old Corner House, "the nursery."

"But it isn't a nursery," objected Dot Kenway, who really was not yet big enough to fit the name of "Dorothy." "We never had a nurse, did we, Tess? Ruthie helped bring us up after our own truly mamma died.

And, then, 'nursery' sounds so _little_."

"Just as though you were kids," put in Master Sammy Pinkney, who lived in the house across the street, and nearest, on Willow Street, from the Kenway sisters' beautiful home in Milton, but who felt that he, too, "belonged" in the old Corner House.

"No. It should be called 'the playroom,'" agreed Tess, who was older than Dot, and considerably bigger, yet who no more fitted the name she was christened with than the fairylike Dot fitted hers. n.o.body but Aunt Sarah Maltby--and she only when she was in a most severe mood--called the next-to-the-youngest Corner House girl "Theresa."

It was Sat.u.r.day morning, and it had begun to snow; at first in a desultory fashion before Tess and Dot--or even Sammy Pinkney--were out of bed. Of course, they had hailed the fleecy, drifting snow with delight; it looked to be the first real snowstorm of the season.

But by the time breakfast was well over (and breakfast on Sat.u.r.day morning at the old Corner House was a "movable feast," for the Kenway sisters did not all get up so promptly as they did on school days) Sammy Pinkney waded almost to the top of his rubber boots in coming from his house to play with the two younger Kenway sisters.

Of course, Sammy had picked out the deepest places to wade in; but the snow really was gathering very fast. Mrs. MacCall, the Kenways' dear friend and housekeeper, declared that it was gathering and drifting as fast as ever she had seen it as a child "at home in the Hielands," as she expressed it.

"'Tis stay-in-the-hoose weather," the old Scotch woman declared.

"Roughs and toughs, like this Sammy Pinkney boy, can roll in the snow like porpoises in the sea; but little girls would much better stay indoor and dance 'Katie Beardie.'"

"Oh, Mrs. Mac!" cried Dot, "what is 'dancing Katie Beardie'?"

So the housekeeper stopped long enough in her oversight of Linda, the Finnish girl, to repeat the old rhyme one hears to this day amid the clatter of little clogs upon the pavements of Edinburgh.

"'Katie Beardie had a grice, It could skate upon the ice; Wasna that a dainty grice?

Dance, Katie Beardie!

Katie Beardie had a hen, Cackled but and cackled ben; Wasna that a dainty hen?

Dance, Katie Beardie!'

And you little ones have been 'cackling but and cackling ben' ever since breakfast time. Do, children, go upstairs, like good bairns, and stay awhile."

Tess and Dot understood a good deal of Mrs. MacCall's Scotch, for they heard it daily. But now she had to explain that a "grice" was a pig and that "but" and "ben" meant in and out. But even Sammy knew how to "count out" in Scotch, for they had long since learned Mrs. MacCall's doggerel for games.

Now they played hide and seek, using one of the counting-out rhymes the housekeeper had taught them:

Eenerty, feenerty, fickerty, faig, Ell, dell, domen, aig.

Irky, birky, story, rock, Ann, tan, touzelt Jock.

And then Sammy disappeared! It was Dot's turn to be "it," and she counted one hundred five times by the method approved, saying very rapidly: "Ten, ten, double-ten, forty-five and fifteen!" Then she began to hunt.

She found Tess in the wardrobe in the hall which led to the other ell of the big house. But Sammy! Why, it was just as though he had flown right out of existence!

Tess was soon curious, too, and aided her sister in the search, and they hunted the three floors of the old Corner House, and it did not seem as though any small boy could be small enough to hide in half the places into which the girls looked for Sammy Pinkney!

Dot was a persistent and faithful searcher after more things than one.

If there was anything she really wanted, or wanted to know, she always stuck to it until she had accomplished her end--or driven everybody else in the house, as Agnes said, into spasms.

With her Alice-doll hugged in the crook of one arm--the Alice-doll was her chiefest treasure--Dot hunted high and low for the elusive Sammy Pinkney. Of course, occasional household happenings interfered with the search; but Dot took up the quest again as soon as these little happenings were over, for Sammy still remained in hiding.

For instance, Alfredia Blossom and one of her brothers came with the family wash in a big basket with which they had struggled through the snowdrifts. Of course they had to be taken into the kitchen and warmed and fed on seed cookies. The little boy began to play with Mainsheet, one of the cats, but Alfredia, the little girls took upstairs with them in their continued hunt for Sammy.

"Wha' fur all dis traipsin' an' traipsin' up dese stairs?" demanded a deep and unctuous voice from the dark end of the hall where the uncarpeted stairs rose to the garret landing.

"Oh, Uncle Rufus!" chorused the little white girls, and:

"Howdy, Gran'pop?" said Alfredia, her face one broad grin.

"Well, if dat ain' de beatenes'!" declared the aged negro who was the Kenways' man-of-all-work. "Heah you chillen is behin' me, an' I sho'

thought yo' all mus' be on ahaid of me. I sho' did!"

"Why, no, Uncle Rufus; _here_ we are," said Dot.

"I see yo' is, honey. I see yo'," he returned, chuckling gleefully.

"How's Pechunia, Alfredia? Spry?"

"Yes, sir," said his grandchild, bobbing her head on which the tightly braided "pigtails" stood out like the rays of a very black sun.

"Mammy's all right."

"But who's been trackin' up all dese stairs, if 'twasn't yo' chillen?"

demanded the negro, returning to the source of his complaint. "Snow jes' eberywhere! Wha's dat Sam Pinkney?" he added suddenly.

"We don't know, Uncle Rufus," said Tess slowly.

"Sammy went and hid from us, and we can't find him," explained Dot.

Uncle Rufus pointed a gnarled finger dramatically at a blob of snow on the carpet at the foot of the garret stairs.

"Dah he is!" he exclaimed.

"Oh!" gasped Tess.

"Where, Uncle Rufus?" begged Dorothy, somewhat startled.

"Fo' de lan's sake!" murmured Alfredia, her eyes shining. "He mus' a done melted most away."

"Dah's his feetsteps, chillen," declared the old man. "An' dey come all de way up de two flights from de back do'. I been gadderin' up lumps o' snow in dis here shovel--"

He halted with a sharp intake of breath, and raised his head to look up the garret stairs. It was very dark up there, for the door that opened into the great, open room extending the full width of the main part of the old Corner House was closed. In winter the children seldom went up there to play; and Uncle Rufus never mounted to the garret at all if he could help it.

"What's dat?" he suddenly whispered.