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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Adventures of Ann + Stories of Colonial Times + +Author: Mary E. Wilkins Freeman + +Release Date: January 21, 2006 [EBook #17560] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ADVENTURES OF ANN *** + + + + +Produced by Jeff Kaylin and Andrew Sly + + + + + +</pre> + +<h1>THE ADVENTURES OF ANN</h1> +<h2>STORIES OF COLONIAL TIMES</h2> +<h3>BY<br> +Mary E. Wilkins</h3> +<h3>FROM ORIGINAL DOCUMENTS AND<br> +FAMILY TRADITIONS</h3> + +<p>BOSTON<br> +D. LOTHROP AND COMPANY<br> +FRANKLIN AND HAWLEY STREETS</p> + +<p>Copyright, 1886,<br> +by<br> +D. Lothrop & Company.</p> + + +<h3>CONTENTS.</h3> +<ul> +<li>The Bound Girl</li> +<li>Deacon Thomas Wales' Will</li> +<li>The Adopted Daughter</li> +<li>The “Horse-House” Deed</li> +</ul> + +<h2>STORIES OF COLONIAL TIMES</h2> +<h2>I</h2> +<h2>The Bound Girl</h2> + +<p>This Indenture Wittnesseth, That I Margaret Burjust of Boston, +in the County of Suffolk and Province of the Massachusetts Bay in +New England. Have placed, and by these presents do place and bind +out my only Daughter whose name is Ann Ginnins to be an Apprentice +unto Samuel Wales and his wife of Braintree in the County +afores:<small><sup>d</sup></small>, Blacksmith. To them and their +Heirs and with them the s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> Samuel Wales, +his wife and their Heirs, after the manner of an apprentice to +dwell and Serve from the day of the date hereof for and during the +full and Just Term of Sixteen years, three months and twenty-three +day's next ensueing and fully to be Compleat, during all which term +the s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> apprentice her +s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> Master and Mistress faithfully Shall +Serve, Their Secrets keep close, and Lawful and reasonable Command +everywhere gladly do and perform.</p> +<p>Damage to her s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> Master and Mistress +she shall not willingly do. Her s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> +Master's goods she shall not waste, Embezel, purloin or lend unto +Others nor suffer the same to be wasted or purloined. But to her +power Shall discover the Same to her s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> +Master. Taverns or Ailhouss she Shall not frequent, at any unlawful +game She Shall not play, Matrimony she Shall not Contract with any +persons during s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> Term. From her +master's Service She Shall not at any time unlawfully absent +herself. But in all things as a good honest and faithful Servant +and apprentice Shall bear and behave herself, During the full term +afores:<small><sup>d</sup></small> Commencing from the third day of +November Anno Dom: One Thousand, Seven Hundred fifty and three. And +the s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> Master for himself, wife, and +Heir's, Doth Covenant Promise Grant and Agree unto and with the +s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> apprentice and the +s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> Margaret Burjust, in manner and form +following. That is to say, That they will teach the +s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> apprentice or Cause her to be taught +in the Art of good housewifery, and also to read and write well. +And will find and provide for and give unto +s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> apprentice good and sufficient Meat +Drink washing and lodging both in Sickness and in health, and at +the Expiration of S:<small><sup>d</sup></small> term to Dismiss +s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> apprentice with two Good Suits of +Apparrel both of woolen and linnin for all parts of her body (viz) +One for Lord-days and one for working days Suitable to her Quality. +In Testimony whereof I Samuel Wales and Margaret Burjust Have +Interchangably Sett their hands and Seals this Third day November +Anno Dom: 1753, and in the twenty Seventh year of the Reign of our +Soveraig'n Lord George the Second of great Britain the King.<br> + Signed Sealed & Delivered.<br> + In presence of<br> + Sam +Vaughan Margaret +Burgis<br> + Mary +Vaughan her +X mark.”</p> +<p>This quaint document was carefully locked up, with some old +deeds and other valuable papers, in his desk, by the +“s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> Samuel Wales,” one +hundred and thirty years ago. The desk was a rude, unpainted pine +affair, and it reared itself on its four stilt-like legs in a +corner of his kitchen, in his house in the South Precinct of +Braintree. The sharp eyes of the little +“s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> apprentice” had noted it +oftener and more enviously than any other article of furniture in +the house. On the night of her arrival, after her journey of +fourteen miles from Boston, over a rough bridle-road, on a jolting +horse, clinging tremblingly to her new “Master,” she +peered through her little red fingers at the desk swallowing up +those precious papers which Samuel Wales drew from his pocket with +an important air. She was hardly five years old, but she was an +acute child; and she watched her master draw forth the papers, show +them to his wife, Polly, and lock them up in the desk, with the +full understanding that they had something to do with her coming to +this strange place; and, already, a shadowy purpose began to form +itself in her mind.</p> +<p>She sat on a cunning little wooden stool, close to the +fireplace, and kept her small chapped hands persistently over her +face; she was scared, and grieved, and, withal, a trifle sulky. +Mrs. Polly Wales cooked some Indian meal mush for supper in an iron +pot swinging from its trammel over the blazing logs, and cast +scrutinizing glances at the little stranger. She had welcomed her +kindly, taken off her outer garments, and established her on the +little stool in the warmest corner, but the child had given a very +ungracious response. She would not answer a word to Mrs. Wales' +coaxing questions, but twitched herself away with all her small +might, and kept her hands tightly over her eyes, only peering +between her fingers when she thought no one was noticing.</p> +<p>She had behaved after the same fashion all the way from Boston, +as Mr. Wales told his wife in a whisper. The two were a little +dismayed, at the whole appearance of the small apprentice; to tell +the truth, she was not in the least what they had expected. They +had been revolving this scheme of taking “a bound girl” +for some time in their minds; and, Samuel Wales' gossip in Boston, +Sam Vaughan, had been requested to keep a lookout for a suitable +person.</p> +<p>So, when word came that one had been found, Mr. Wales had +started at once for the city. When he saw the child, he was +dismayed. He had expected to see a girl of ten; this one was hardly +five, and she had anything but the demure and decorous air which +his Puritan mind esteemed becoming and appropriate in a little +maiden. Her hair was black and curled tightly, instead of being +brown and straight parted in the middle, and combed smoothly over +her ears as his taste regulated; her eyes were black and flashing, +instead of being blue, and downcast. The minute he saw the child, +he felt a disapproval of her rise in his heart, and also something +akin to terror. He dreaded to take this odd-looking child home to +his wife Polly; he foresaw contention and mischief in their quiet +household. But he felt as if his word was rather pledged to his +gossip, and there was the mother, waiting and expectant. She was a +red-cheeked English girl, who had been in Sam Vaughan's employ; she +had recently married one Burjust, and he was unwilling to support +the first husband's child, so this chance to bind her out and +secure a good home for her had been eagerly caught at.</p> +<p>The small Ann seemed rather at Samuel Wales' mercy, and he had +not the courage to disappoint his friend or her mother; so the +necessary papers were made out, Sam Vaughan's and wife's signatures +affixed, and Margaret Burjust's mark, and he set out on his +homeward journey with the child.</p> +<p>The mother was coarse and illiterate, but she had some natural +affection; she “took on” sadly when the little girl was +about to leave her, and Ann clung to her frantically. It was a +pitiful scene, and Samuel Wales, who was a very tender-hearted man, +was glad when it was over, and he jogging along the +bridle-path.</p> +<p>But he had had other troubles to encounter. All at once, as he +rode through Boston streets, with his little charge behind him, +after leaving his friend's house, he felt a vicious little twitch +at his hair, which he wore in a queue tied with a black ribbon +after the fashion of the period. Twitch, twitch, twitch! The water +came into Samuel Wales' eyes, and the blood to his cheeks, while +the passers-by began to hoot and laugh. His horse became alarmed at +the hubbub, and started up. For a few minutes the poor man could do +nothing to free himself. It was wonderful what strength the little +creature had; she clinched her tiny fingers in the braid, and +pulled, and pulled. Then, all at once, her grasp slackened, and off +flew her master's steeple-crowned hat into the dust, and the neat +black ribbon on the end of the queue followed it. Samuel Wales +reined up his horse with a jerk then, and turned round, and +administered a sounding box on each of his apprentice's ears. Then +he dismounted, amid shouts of laughter from the spectators, and got +a man to hold the horse while he went back and picked up his hat +and ribbon.</p> +<p>He had no further trouble. The boxes seemed to have subdued Ann +effectually. But he pondered uneasily all the way home on the small +vessel of wrath which was perched up behind him, and there was a +tingling sensation at the roots of his queue. He wondered what +Polly would say. The first glance at her face, when he lifted Ann +off the horse at his own door, confirmed his fears. She expressed +her mind, in a womanly way, by whispering in his ear at the first +opportunity, <em>“She's as black as an Injun.”</em></p> +<p>After Ann had eaten her supper, and had been tucked away between +some tow sheets and homespun blankets in a trundle-bed, she heard +the whole story, and lifted up her hands with horror. Then the good +couple read a chapter, and prayed, solemnly vowing to do their duty +by this child which they had taken under their roof, and imploring +Divine assistance.</p> +<p>As time wore on, it became evident that they stood in sore need +of it. They had never had any children of their own, and Ann +Ginnins was the first child who had ever lived with them. But she +seemed to have the freaks of a dozen or more in herself, and they +bade fair to have the experience of bringing up a whole troop with +this one. They tried faithfully to do their duty by her, but they +were not used to children, and she was a very hard child to manage. +A whole legion of mischievous spirits seemed to dwell in her at +times, and she became in a small and comparatively innocent way, +the scandal of the staid Puritan neighborhood in which she lived. +Yet, withal, she was so affectionate, and seemed to be actuated by +so little real malice in any of her pranks, that people could not +help having a sort of liking for the child, in spite of them.</p> +<p>She was quick to learn, and smart to work, too, when she chose. +Sometimes she flew about with such alacrity that it seemed as if +her little limbs were hung on wires, and no little girl in the +neighborhood could do her daily tasks in the time she could, and +they were no inconsiderable tasks, either.</p> +<p>Very soon after her arrival she was set to “winding +quills,” so many every day. Seated at Mrs. Polly's side, in +her little homespun gown, winding quills through sunny +forenoons—how she hated it! She liked feeding the hens and +pigs better, and when she got promoted to driving the cows, a +couple of years later, she was in her element. There were charming +possibilities of nuts and checkerberries and sassafras and sweet +flag all the way between the house and the pasture, and the chance +to loiter, and have a romp.</p> +<p>She rarely showed any unwillingness to go for the cows; but +once, when there was a quilting at her mistress's house, she +demurred. It was right in the midst of the festivities; they were +just preparing for supper, in fact. Ann knew all about the good +things in the pantry, she was wild with delight at the unwonted +stir, and anxious not to lose a minute of it. She thought some one +else might go for the cows that night. She cried and sulked, but +there was no help for it. Go she had to. So she tucked up her +gown—it was her best Sunday one—took her stick, and +trudged along. When she came to the pasture, there were her +master's cows waiting at the bars. So were Neighbor Belcher's cows +also, in the adjoining pasture. Ann had her hand on the topmost of +her own bars, when she happened to glance over at Neighbor +Belcher's, and a thought struck her. She burst into a peal of +laughter, and took a step towards the other bars. Then she went +back to her own. Finally, she let down the Belcher bars, and the +Belcher cows crowded out, to the great astonishment of the Wales +cows, who stared over their high rails and mooed uneasily.</p> +<p>Ann drove the Belcher cows home and ushered them into Samuel +Wales' barnyard with speed. Then she went demurely into the house. +The table looked beautiful. Ann was beginning to quake inwardly, +though she still was hugging herself, so to speak, in secret +enjoyment of her own mischief. She had one hope—that supper +would be eaten before her master milked. But the hope was vain. +When she saw Mr. Wales come in, glance her way, and then call his +wife out, she knew at once what had happened, and begun to +tremble—she knew perfectly what Mr. Wales was saying out +there. It was this: “That little limb has driven home all +Neighbor Belcher's cows instead of ours; what's going to be done +with her?”</p> +<p>She knew what the answer would be, too. Mrs. Polly was a +peremptory woman.</p> +<p>Back Ann had to go with the Belcher cows, fasten them safely in +their pasture again, and drive her master's home. She was hustled +off to bed, then, without any of that beautiful supper. But she had +just crept into her bed in the small unfinished room up stairs +where she slept, and was lying there sobbing, when she heard a +slow, fumbling step on the stairs. Then the door opened, and Mrs. +Deacon Thomas Wales, Samuel Wales' mother, came in. She was a good +old lady, and had always taken a great fancy to her son's bound +girl; and Ann, on her part, minded her better than any one else. +She hid her face in the tow sheet, when she saw grandma. The old +lady had on a long black silk apron. She held something concealed +under it, when she came in. Presently she displayed it.</p> +<p>“There—child,” said she, “here's a piece +of sweet cake and a couple of simballs, that I managed to save out +for you. Jest set right up and eat 'em, and don't ever be so +dretful naughty again, or I don't know what will become of +you.”</p> +<p>This reproof, tempered with sweetness, had a salutary effect on +Ann. She sat up, and ate her sweet cake and simballs, and sobbed +out her contrition to grandma, and there was a marked improvement +in her conduct for some days.</p> +<p>Mrs. Polly was a born driver. She worked hard herself, and she +expected everybody about her to. The tasks which Ann had set her +did not seem as much out of proportion, then, as they would now. +Still, her mistress, even then, allowed her less time for play than +was usual, though it was all done in good faith, and not from any +intentional severity. As time went on, she grew really quite fond +of the child, and she was honestly desirous of doing her whole duty +by her. If she had had a daughter of her own, it is doubtful if her +treatment of her would have been much different.</p> +<p>Still, Ann was too young to understand all this, and, sometimes, +though she was strong and healthy, and not naturally averse to +work, she would rebel, when her mistress set her stints so long, +and kept her at work when other children were playing.</p> +<p>Once in a while she would confide in grandma, when Mrs. Polly +sent her over there on an errand and she had felt unusually +aggrieved because she had had to wind quills, or hetchel, instead +of going berrying, or some like pleasant amusement.</p> +<p>“Poor little cosset,” grandma would say, pityingly. +Then she would give her a simball, and tell her she must “be +a good girl, and not mind if she couldn't play jest like the +others, for she'd got to airn her own livin', when she grew up, and +she must learn to work.”</p> +<p>Ann would go away comforted, but grandma would be privately +indignant. She was, as is apt to be the case, rather critical with +her sons' wives, and she thought “Sam'l's kept that poor +little gal too stiddy at work,” and wished and wished she +could shelter her under her own grandmotherly wing, and feed her +with simballs to her heart's content. She was too wise to say +anything to influence the child against her mistress, however. She +was always cautious about that, even while pitying her. Once in a +while she would speak her mind to her son, but <em>he</em> was easy +enough—Ann would not have found him a hard task-master.</p> +<p>Still, Ann did not have to work hard enough to hurt her. The +worst consequences were that such a rigid rein on such a frisky +little colt perhaps had more to do with her “cutting +up,” as her mistress phrased it, than she dreamed of. +Moreover the thought of the indentures, securely locked up in Mr. +Wales' tall wooden desk, was forever in Ann's mind. Half by dint of +questioning various people, half by her own natural logic she had +settled it within herself, that at any time the possession of these +papers would set her free, and she could go back to her own mother, +whom she dimly remembered as being loud-voiced, but merry, and very +indulgent. However, Ann never meditated in earnest, taking the +indentures; indeed, the desk was always locked—it held other +documents more valuable than hers—and Samuel Wales carried +the key in his waistcoat-pocket.</p> +<p>She went to a dame's school, three months every year. Samuel +Wales carted half a cord of wood to pay for her schooling, and she +learned to write and read in the <cite>New England Primer</cite>. +Next to her, on the split log bench, sat a little girl named Hannah +French. The two became fast friends. Hannah was an only child, +pretty and delicate, and very much petted by her parents. No long +hard tasks were set those soft little fingers, even in those old +days when children worked as well as their elders. Ann admired and +loved Hannah, because she had what she, herself, had not; and +Hannah loved and pitied Ann because she had not what she had. It +was a sweet little friendship, and would not have been, if Ann had +not been free from envy and Hannah humble and pitying.</p> +<p>When Ann told her what a long stint she had to do before school, +Hannah would shed sympathizing tears.</p> +<p>Ann, after a solemn promise of secrecy, told her about the +indentures one day. Hannah listened with round, serious eyes; her +brown hair was combed smoothly down over her ears. She was a +veritable little Puritan damsel herself.</p> +<p>“If I could only get the papers, I wouldn't have to mind +her, and work so hard,” said Ann.</p> +<p>Hannah's eyes grew rounder. “Why, it would be sinful to +take them!” said she.</p> +<p>Ann's cheeks blazed under her wondering gaze, and she said no +more.</p> +<p>When she was about eleven years old, one icy January day, Hannah +wanted her to go out and play on the ice after school. They had no +skates, but it was rare fun to slide. Ann went home and asked Mrs. +Polly's permission with a beating heart; she promised to do a +double stint next day, if she would let her go. But her mistress +was inexorable—work before play, she said, always; and Ann +must not forget that she was to be brought up to work; it was +different with her from what it was with Hannah French. Even this +she meant kindly enough, but Ann saw Hannah go away, and sat down +to her spinning with more fierce defiance in her heart than had +ever been there before. She had been unusually good, too, lately. +She always was, during the three months' schooling, with sober, +gentle little Hannah French.</p> +<p>She had been spinning sulkily a while, and it was almost dark, +when a messenger came for her master and mistress to go to Deacon +Thomas Wales', who had been suddenly taken very ill.</p> +<p>Ann would have felt sorry if she had not been so angry. Deacon +Wales was almost as much of a favorite of hers as his wife. As it +was, the principal thing she thought of, after Mr. Wales and his +wife had gone, was that <em>the key was in the desk</em>. However +it had happened, there it was. She hesitated a moment. She was all +alone in the kitchen, and her heart was in a tumult of anger, but +she had learned her lessons from the Bible and the <cite>New +England Primer</cite> and she was afraid of the <em>sin</em>. But, +at last, she opened the desk, found the indentures, and hid them in +the little pocket which she wore tied about her waist, under her +petticoat.</p> +<p>Then she threw her blanket over her head, and got her poppet out +of the chest. The poppet was a little doll manufactured from a +corn-cob, dressed in an indigo-colored gown. Grandma had made it +for her, and it was her chief treasure. She clasped it tight to her +bosom and ran across lots to Hannah French's.</p> +<p>Hannah saw her coming, and met her at the door.</p> +<p>“I've brought you my poppet,” whispered Ann, all +breathless, “and you must keep her always, and not let her +work too hard. I'm going away!”</p> +<p>Hannah's eyes looked like two solemn moons. “Where are you +going, Ann?”</p> +<p>“I'm going to Boston to find my own mother.” She +said nothing about the indentures to Hannah—somehow she could +not.</p> +<p>Hannah could not say much, she was so astonished, but as soon as +Ann had gone, scudding across the fields, she went in with the +poppet and told her mother.</p> +<p>Deacon Thomas Wales was very sick. Mr. and Mrs. Samuel remained +at his house all night, but Ann was not left alone, for Mr. Wales +had an apprentice who slept in the house.</p> +<p>Ann did not sleep any that night. She got up very early, before +any one was stirring, and dressed herself in her Sunday clothes. +Then she tied up her working clothes in a bundle, crept softly down +stairs, and out doors.</p> +<p>It was bright moonlight and quite cold. She ran along as fast as +she could on the Boston road. Deacon Thomas Wales' house was on the +way. The windows were lit up. She thought of grandma and poor +grandpa, with a sob in her heart, but she sped along. Past the +schoolhouse, and meeting-house, too, she had to go, with big qualms +of grief and remorse. But she kept on. She was a fast +traveller.</p> +<p>She had reached the North Precinct of Braintree by daylight. So +far, she had not encountered a single person. Now, she heard +horse's hoofs behind her. She began to run faster, but it was of no +use. Soon Captain Abraham French loomed up on his big gray horse, a +few paces from her. He was Hannah's father, but he was a +tithing-man, and looked quite stern, and Ann had always stood in +great fear of him.</p> +<p>She ran on as fast as her little heels could fly, with a +thumping heart. But it was not long before she felt herself seized +by a strong arm and swung up behind Captain French on the gray +horse. She was in a panic of terror, and would have cried and +begged for mercy if she had not been in so much awe of her captor. +She thought with awful apprehension of these stolen indentures in +her little pocket. What if he should find that out!</p> +<p>Captain French whipped up his horse, however, and hastened along +without saying a word. His silence, if anything, caused more dread +in Ann than words would have. But his mind was occupied. Deacon +Thomas Wales was dead; he was one of his most beloved and honored +friends, and it was a great shock to him. Hannah had told him about +Ann's premeditated escape, and he had set out on her track, as soon +as he had found that she was really gone, that morning. But the +news, which he had heard on his way, had driven all thoughts of +reprimand which he might have entertained, out of his head. He only +cared to get the child safely back.</p> +<p>So, not a word spoke Captain French, but rode on in grim and +sorrowful silence, with Ann clinging to him, till he reached her +master's door. Then he set her down with a stern and solemn +injunction never to transgress again, and rode away.</p> +<p>Ann went into the kitchen with a quaking heart. It was empty and +still. Its very emptiness and stillness seemed to reproach her. +There stood the desk—she ran across to it, pulled the +indentures from her pocket, put them in their old place, and shut +the lid down. There they staid till the full and just time of her +servitude had expired. She never disturbed them again.</p> +<p>On account of the grief and confusion incident on Deacon Wales' +death, she escaped with very little censure. She never made an +attempt to run away again. Indeed she had no wish to, for after +Deacon Wales' death, grandma was lonely and wanted her, and she +lived, most of the time, with her. And, whether she was in reality, +treated any more kindly or not, she was certainly happier.</p> + +<h2>II</h2> +<h2>Deacon Thomas Wales' Will</h2> + +<p>In the Name of God Amen! the Thirteenth Day of September One +Thousand Seven Hundred Fifty & eight, I, Thomas Wales of +Braintree, in the County of Suffolk & Province of the +Massachusetts Bay in New England, Gent—being in good health +of Body and of Sound Disproving mind and Memory, Thanks be given to +God—Calling to mind my mortality, Do therefore in my health +make and ordain this my Last Will and Testament. And First I +Recommend my Soul into the hand of God who gave it—Hoping +through grace to obtain Salvation thro' the merits and Mediation of +Jesus Christ my only Lord and Dear Redeemer, and my body to be +Decently inter<small><sup>d</sup></small>, at the Discretion of my +Executer, believing at the General Resurection to receive the Same +again by the mighty Power of God—And such worldly estate as +God in his goodness hath graciously given me after Debts, funeral +Expenses &c, are Paid I give & Dispose of the Same as +Followeth—</p> +<p><i>Imprimis</i>—I Give to my beloved Wife Sarah a good +Sute of mourning apparrel Such as she may Choose—also if she +acquit my estate of Dower and third-therin (as we have agreed) Then +that my Executer return all of Household movables she bought at our +marriage & since that are remaining, also to Pay to her or Her +Heirs That Note of Forty Pound I gave to her, when she acquited my +estate and I hers. Before Division to be made as herin exprest, +also the Southwest fire-Room in my House, a right in my Cellar, +Halfe the Garden, also the Privilege of water at the well & +yard room and to bake in the oven what she hath need of to improve +her Life-time by her.</p> +<p><br> +After this, followed a division of his property amongst his +children, five sons, and two daughters. The “Homeplace” +was given to his sons Ephraim and Atherton. Ephraim had a good +house of his own, so he took his share of the property in land, and +Atherton went to live in the old homestead. His quarters had been +poor enough; he had not been so successful as his brothers, and had +been unable to live as well. It had been a great cross to his wife, +Dorcas, who was very high spirited. She had compared, bitterly, the +poverty of her household arrangements, with the abundant comfort of +her sisters-in-law.</p> +<p>Now, she seized eagerly at the opportunity of improving her +style of living. The old Wales house was quite a pretentious +edifice for those times. All the drawback to her delight was, that +Grandma should have the southwest fire-room. She wanted to set up +her high-posted bedstead, with its enormous feather-bed in that, +and have it for her fore-room. Properly, it was the fore room, +being right across the entry from the family sitting room. There +was a tall chest of drawers that would fit in so nicely between the +windows, too. Take it altogether, she was chagrined at having to +give up the southwest room; but there was no help for +it—there it was in Deacon Wales' will.</p> +<p>Mrs. Dorcas was the youngest of all the sons' wives, as her +husband was the latest born. She was quite a girl to some of them. +Grandma had never more than half approved of her. Dorcas was +high-strung and flighty, she said. She had her doubts about living +happily with her. But Atherton was anxious for this division of the +property, and he was her youngest darling, so she gave in. She felt +lonely, and out of her element, when everything was arranged, she +established in the southwest fire-room, and Atherton's family +keeping house in the others, though things started pleasantly and +peaceably enough.</p> +<p>It occurred to her that her son Samuel might have her own +“help,” a stout woman, who had worked in her kitchen +for many years, and she take in exchange his little bound girl, Ann +Ginnins. She had always taken a great fancy to the child. There was +a large closet out of the southwest room, where she could sleep, +and she could be made very useful, taking steps, and running +“arrants” for her.</p> +<p>Mr. Samuel and his wife hesitated a little, when this plan was +proposed. In spite of the trouble she gave them, they were attached +to Ann, and did not like to part with her, and Mrs. Polly was just +getting her “larnt” her own ways, as she put it. +Privately, she feared Grandma would undo all the good she had done, +in teaching Ann to be smart and capable. Finally they gave in, with +the understanding that it was not to be considered necessarily a +permanent arrangement, and Ann went to live with the old lady.</p> +<p>Mrs. Dorcas did not relish this any more than she did the +appropriation of the southwest fire-room. She had never liked Ann +very well. Besides she had two little girls of her own, and she +fancied Ann rivaled them in Grandma's affection. So, soon after the +girl was established in the house, she began to <em>show out</em> +in various little ways.</p> +<p>Thirsey, her youngest child, was a mere baby, a round fat +dumpling of a thing. She was sweet, and good-natured, and the pet +of the whole family. Ann was very fond of playing with her, and +tending her, and Mrs. Dorcas began to take advantage of it. The +minute Ann was at liberty she was called upon to take care of +Thirsey. The constant carrying about such a heavy child soon began +to make her shoulders stoop and ache. Then Grandma took up the +cudgels. She was smart and high-spirited, but she was a very +peaceable old lady on her own account, and fully resolved “to +put up with everything from Dorcas, rather than have strife in the +family.” She was not going to see this helpless little girl +imposed on, however. “The little gal ain't goin' to get bent +all over, tendin' that heavy baby, Dorcas,” she proclaimed. +“You can jist make up your mind to it. She didn't come here +to do sech work.”</p> +<p>So Dorcas had to make up her mind to it.</p> +<p>Ann's principal duties were scouring “the brasses” +in Grandma's room, taking steps for her, and spinning her stint +every day. Grandma set smaller stints than Mrs. Polly. As time went +on, she helped about the cooking. She and Grandma cooked their own +victuals, and ate from a little separate table in the common +kitchen. It was a very large room, and might have accommodated +several families, if they could have agreed. There was a big oven, +and a roomy fire-place. Good Deacon Wales had probably seen no +reason at all why his “beloved wife,” should not have +her right therein with the greatest peace and concord.</p> +<p>But it soon came to pass that Mrs. Dorcas' pots and kettles were +all prepared to hang on the trammels when Grandma's were, and an +army of cakes and pies marshalled to go in the oven when Grandma +had proposed to do some baking. Grandma bore it patiently for a +long time; but Ann was with difficulty restrained from freeing her +small mind, and her black eyes snapped more dangerously, at every +new offence.</p> +<p>One morning, Grandma had two loaves of “riz bread,” +and some election cakes, rising, and was intending to bake them in +about an hour, when they should be sufficiently light. What should +Mrs. Dorcas do, but mix up sour milk bread, and some pies with the +greatest speed, and fill up the oven, before Grandma's cookery was +ready!</p> +<p>Grandma sent Ann out into the kitchen to put the loaves in the +oven and lo and behold! the oven was full. Ann stood staring for a +minute, with a loaf of election cake in her hands; that and the +bread would be ruined if they were not baked immediately, as they +were raised enough. Mrs. Dorcas had taken Thirsey and stepped out +somewhere, and there was no one in the kitchen. Ann set the +election cake back on the table. Then, with the aid of the tongs, +she reached into the brick oven and took out every one of Mrs. +Dorcas' pies and loaves. Then she arranged them deliberately in a +pitiful semicircle on the hearth, and put Grandma's cookery in the +oven.</p> +<p>She went back to the southwest room then, and sat quietly down +to her spinning. Grandma asked if she had put the things in, and +she said “Yes, ma'am,” meekly. There was a bright red +spot on each of her dark cheeks.</p> +<p>When Mrs. Dorcas entered the kitchen, carrying Thirsey wrapped +up in an old homespun blanket, she nearly dropped as her gaze fell +on the fire-place and the hearth. There sat her bread and pies, in +the most lamentable half-baked, sticky, doughy condition +imaginable. She opened the oven, and peered in. There were +Grandma's loaves, all a lovely brown. Out they came, with a twitch. +Luckily, they were done. Her own went in, but they were +irretrievable failures.</p> +<p>Of course, quite a commotion came from this. Dorcas raised her +shrill voice pretty high, and Grandma, though she had been innocent +of the whole transaction, was so blamed that she gave Dorcas a +piece of her mind at last. Ann surveyed the nice brown loaves, and +listened to the talk in secret satisfaction; but she had to suffer +for it afterward. Grandma punished her for the first time, and she +discovered that that kind old hand was pretty firm and strong. +“No matter what you think or whether you air in the rights +on't, or not, a little gal mustn't ever sass her elders,” +said Grandma.</p> +<p>But if Ann's interference was blamable, it was productive of one +good result—the matter came to Mr. Atherton's ears, and he +had a stern sense of justice when roused, and a great veneration +for his mother. His father's will should be carried out to the +letter, he declared; and it was. Grandma baked and boiled in peace, +outwardly, at least, after that.</p> +<p>Ann was a great comfort to her; she was outgrowing her wild, +mischievous ways, and she was so bright and quick. She promised to +be pretty, too. Grandma compared her favorably with her own +grandchildren, especially, Mrs. Dorcas' eldest daughter Martha, who +was nearly Ann's age. “Marthy's a pretty little gal +enough,” she used to say, “but she ain't got the +<em>snap</em> to her that Ann has, though I wouldn't tell +Atherton's wife so, for the world.”</p> +<p>She promised Ann her gold beads, when she should be done with +them, under strict injunctions not to say anything about it till +the time came; for the others might feel hard as she wasn't her own +flesh and blood. The gold beads were Ann's ideals of beauty, and +richness, though she did not like to hear Grandma talk about being +“done with them.” Grandma always wore them around her +fair, plump old neck; she had never seen her without her string of +beads.</p> +<p>As before said, Ann was now very seldom mischievous enough to +make herself serious trouble; but, once in a while, her natural +propensities would crop out. When they did, Mrs. Dorcas was +exceedingly bitter. Indeed, her dislike of Ann was, at all times, +smouldering, and needed only a slight fanning to break out.</p> +<p>One stormy winter day, Mrs. Dorcas had been working till dark, +making candle-wicks. When she came to get tea, she tied the white +fleecy rolls together, a great bundle of them, and hung them up in +the cellar-way, over the stairs, to be out of the way. They were +extra fine wicks, being made of flax for the company candles. +“I've got a good job done,” said Mrs. Dorcas, surveying +them complacently. Her husband had gone to Boston, and was not +coming home till the next day, so she had had a nice chance to work +at them, without as much interruption as usual.</p> +<p>Ann, going down the cellar-stairs, with a lighted candle, after +some butter for tea, spied the beautiful rolls swinging overhead. +What possessed her to, she could not herself have told—she +certainly had no wish to injure Mrs. Dorcas' wicks—but she +pinched up a little end of the fluffy flax and touched her candle +to it. She thought she would see how that little bit would burn +off. She soon found out. The flame caught, and ran like lightning +through the whole bundle. There was a great puff of fire and smoke, +and poor Mrs. Dorcas' fine candle-wicks were gone. Ann screamed, +and sprang downstairs. She barely escaped the whole blaze coming in +her face.</p> +<p>“What's that!” shrieked Mrs. Dorcas, rushing to the +cellar-door. Words can not describe her feeling when she saw that +her nice candle-wicks, the fruit of her day's toil, were burnt +up.</p> +<p>If ever there was a wretched culprit that night, Ann was. She +had not meant to do wrong, but that, maybe, made it worse for her +in one way. She had not even gratified malice to sustain her. +Grandma blamed her, almost as severely as Mrs. Dorcas. She said she +didn't know what would “become of a little gal, that was so +keerless,” and decreed that she must stay at home from school +and work on candle-wicks till Mrs. Dorcas' loss was made good to +her. Ann listened ruefully. She was scared and sorry, but that did +not seem to help matters any. She did not want any supper, and she +went to bed early and cried herself to sleep.</p> +<p>Somewhere about midnight, a strange sound woke her up. She +called out to Grandma in alarm. The same sound had awakened her. +“Get up, an' light a candle, child,” said she; +“I'm afeard the baby's sick.”</p> +<p>Ann scarcely had the candle lighted, before the door opened, and +Mrs. Dorcas appeared in her nightdress—she was very pale, and +trembling all over. “Oh!” she gasped, “it's the +baby. Thirsey's got the croup, an' Atherton's away, and there ain't +anybody to go for the doctor. O what shall I do, what shall I +do!” She fairly wrung her hands.</p> +<p>“<em>Hev</em> you tried the skunk's oil,” asked +Grandma eagerly, preparing to get up.</p> +<p>“Yes, I have, I have! It's a good hour since she woke up, +an' I've tried everything. It hasn't done any good. I thought I +wouldn't call you, if I could help it, but she's worse—only +hear her! An' Atherton's away! Oh! what shall I do, what shall I +do?”</p> +<p>“Don't take on so, Dorcas,” said Grandma, +tremulously, but cheeringly. “I'll come right along, +an'—why, child, what air you goin' to do?”</p> +<p>Ann had finished dressing herself, and now she was pinning a +heavy homespun blanket over her head, as if she were preparing to +go out doors.</p> +<p>“I'm going after the doctor for Thirsey,” said Ann, +her black eyes flashing with determination.</p> +<p>“Oh, will you, will you!” cried Mrs. Dorcas, +catching at this new help.</p> +<p>“Hush, Dorcas,” said Grandma, sternly. “It's +an awful storm out—jist hear the wind blow! It ain't fit fur +her to go. Her life's jist as precious as Thirsey's.”</p> +<p>Ann said nothing more, but she went into her own little room +with the same determined look in her eyes. There was a door leading +from this room into the kitchen. Ann slipped through it hastily, +lit a lantern which was hanging beside the kitchen chimney, and was +outdoors in a minute.</p> +<p>The storm was one of sharp, driving sleet, which struck her face +like so many needles. The first blast, as she stepped outside the +door, seemed to almost force her back, but her heart did not fail +her. The snow was not so very deep, but it was hard walking. There +was no pretense of a path. The doctor lived half a mile away, and +there was not a house in the whole distance, save the Meeting House +and schoolhouse. It was very dark. Lucky it was that she had taken +the lantern; she could not have found her way without it.</p> +<p>On kept the little slender, erect figure, with the fierce +determination in its heart, through the snow and sleet, holding the +blanket close over its head, and swinging the feeble lantern +bravely.</p> +<p>When she reached the doctor's house, he was gone. He had started +for the North Precinct early in the evening, his good wife said; he +was called down to Captain Isaac Lovejoy's, the house next the +North Precinct Meeting House. She'd been sitting up waiting for +him, it was such an awful storm, and such a lonely road. She was +worried, but she didn't think he'd start for home that night; she +guessed he'd stay at Captain Lovejoy's till morning.</p> +<p>The doctor's wife, holding her door open, as best she could, in +the violent wind, had hardly given this information to the little +snow-bedraggled object standing out there in the inky darkness, +through which the lantern made a faint circle of light, before she +had disappeared.</p> +<p>“She went like a speerit,” said the good woman, +staring out into the blackness in amazement. She never dreamed of +such a thing as Ann's going to the North Precinct after the doctor, +but that was what the daring girl had determined to do. She had +listened to the doctor's wife in dismay, but with never one doubt +as to her own course of proceeding.</p> +<p>Straight along the road to the North Precinct she kept. It would +have been an awful journey that night for a strong man. It seemed +incredible that a little girl could have the strength or courage to +accomplish it. There were four miles to traverse in a black, +howling storm, over a pathless road, through forests, with hardly a +house by the way.</p> +<p>When she reached Captain Isaac Lovejoy's house, next to the +Meeting House in the North Precinct of Braintree, stumbling blindly +into the warm, lighted kitchen, the captain and the doctor could +hardly believe their senses. She told the doctor about Thirsey; +then she almost fainted from cold and exhaustion.</p> +<p>Good wife Lovejoy laid her on the settee, and brewed her some +hot herb tea. She almost forgot her own sick little girl, for a few +minutes, in trying to restore this brave child who had come from +the South Precinct in this dreadful storm to save little Thirsey +Wales' life.</p> +<p>When Ann came to herself a little, her first question was, if +the doctor were ready to go.</p> +<p>“He's gone,” said Mrs. Lovejoy, cheeringly.</p> +<p>Ann felt disappointed. She had thought she was going back with +him. But that would have been impossible. She could not have stood +the journey for the second time that night, even on horseback +behind the doctor, as she had planned.</p> +<p>She drank a second bowlful of herb tea, and went to bed with a +hot stone at her feet, and a great many blankets and coverlids over +her.</p> +<p>The next morning, Captain Lovejoy carried her home. He had a +rough wood sled, and she rode on that, on an old quilt; it was +easier than horseback, and she was pretty lame and tired.</p> +<p>Mrs. Dorcas saw her coming and opened the door. When Ann came up +on the stoop, she just threw her arms around her and kissed +her.</p> +<p>“You needn't make the candle-wicks,” said she. +“It's no matter about them at all. Thirsey's better this +morning, an' I guess you saved her life.”</p> +<p>Grandma was fairly bursting with pride and delight in her little +gal's brave feat, now that she saw her safe. She untied the gold +beads on her neck, and fastened them around Ann's. +“There,” said she, “you may wear them to school +to-day, if you'll be keerful.”</p> +<p>That day, with the gold beads by way of celebration, began a new +era in Ann's life. There was no more secret animosity between her +and Mrs. Dorcas. The doctor had come that night in the very nick of +time. Thirsey was almost dying. Her mother was fully convinced that +Ann had saved her life, and she never forgot it. She was a woman of +strong feelings, who never did things by halves, and she not only +treated Ann with kindness, but she seemed to smother her grudge +against Grandma for robbing her of the southwest fire-room.</p> + +<h2>III</h2> +<h2>The Adopted Daughter</h2> + +<p>The Inventory of the Estate of Samuel Wales Late of Braintree, +Taken by the Subscribers, March the 14th, 1761.</p> +<pre> +His Purse in Cash . . . . . . . . £11-15-01 +His apparrel . . . . . . . . . .10-11-00 +His watch . . . . . . . . . . 2-13-04 +The Best Bed with two Coverlids, three sheets, + two underbeds, two Bolsters, two pillows, + Bedstead rope . . . . . . . £ 6 +One mill Blanket, two Phlanel sheets, 12 toe + Sheets . . . . . . . . . £ 3- 4- 8 +Eleven Towels & table Cloth . . . . . . 0-15- 0 +a pair of mittens & pr. of Gloves . . . . . 0- 2- 0 +a neck Handkerchief & neckband . . . . . 0- 4- 0 +an ovel Tabel—Two other Tabels . . . . . 1-12- 0 +A Chist with Draws . . . . . . . . 2- 8- 0 +Another Low Chist with Draws & three other + Chists . . . . . . . . . . 1-10- 0 +Six best Chears and a great chear . . . . . 1- 6- 0 +a warming pan—Two Brass Kittles . . . . . 1- 5- 0 +a Small Looking Glass, five Pewter Basons . . . 0- 7- 8 +fifteen other Chears . . . . . . . . 0-15- 0 +fire arms, Sword & bayonet . . . . . . 1- 4- 0 +Six Porringers, four platters, Two Pewter Pots £ 1- 0- 4 +auger Chisel, Gimlet, a Bible & other Books . . 0-15- 0 +A chese press, great spinning-wheel, & spindle . 0- 9- 4 +a smith's anvil . . . . . . . . . 3-12- 0 +the Pillion . . . . . . . . . . 0- 8- 0 +a Bleu Jacket . . . . . . . . . . 0- 0- 3 + Aaron Whitcomb. + Silas White. +</pre> +<p>The foregoing is only a small portion of the original inventory +of Samuel Wales' estate. He was an exceedingly well-to-do man for +these times. He had a good many acres of rich pasture and woodland, +and considerable live stock. Then his home was larger and more +comfortable than was usual then; and his stock of household +utensils plentiful.</p> +<p>He died three years after Ann Ginnins went to live with Grandma, +when she was about thirteen years old. Grandma spared her to Mrs. +Polly for a few weeks after the funeral; there was a great deal to +be done, and she needed some extra help. And, after all, Ann was +legally bound to her, and her lawful servant.</p> +<p>So the day after good Samuel Wales was laid away in the little +Braintree burying-ground, Ann returned to her old quarters for a +little while. She did not really want to go; but she did not object +to the plan at all. She was sincerely sorry for poor Mrs. Polly, +and wanted to help her, if she could. She mourned, herself, for Mr. +Samuel. He had always been very kind to her.</p> +<p>Mrs. Polly had for company, besides Ann, Nabby Porter, Grandma's +old hired woman whom she had made over to her, and a young man who +had been serving as apprentice to Mr. Samuel. His name was Phineas +Adams. He was very shy and silent, but a good workman.</p> +<p>Samuel Wales left a will bequeathing every thing to his widow; +that was solemnly read in the fore-room one afternoon; then the +inventory had to be taken. That on account of the amount of +property was quite an undertaking; but it was carried out with the +greatest formality and precision.</p> +<p>For several days, Mr. Aaron Whitcomb, and Mr. Silas White, were +stalking majestically about the premises, with note-books and pens. +Aaron Whitcomb was a grave portly old man, with a large head of +white hair. Silas White was little and wiry and fussy. He +monopolized the greater part of the business, although he was not +half as well fitted for it as his companion.</p> +<p>They pried into everything with religious exactitude. Mrs. Polly +watched them with beseeming awe and deference, but it was a great +trial to her, and she grew very nervous over it. It seemed dreadful +to have all her husband's little personal effects, down to his +neck-band and mittens, handled over, and their worth in shillings +and pence calculated. She had a price fixed on them already in +higher currency.</p> +<p>Ann found her crying one afternoon sitting on the kitchen +settle, with her apron over her head. When she saw the little +girl's pitying look, she poured out her trouble to her.</p> +<p>“They've just been valuing <em>his</em> mittens and +gloves,” said she, sobbing, “at two-and-sixpence. I +shall be thankful, when they are through.”</p> +<p>“Are there any more of <em>his</em> things?” asked +Ann, her black eyes flashing, with the tears in them.</p> +<p>“I think they've seen about all. There's his blue jacket +he used to milk in, a-hanging behind the shed-door—I guess +they haven't valued that yet.”</p> +<p>“I think it's a shame!” quoth Ann. “I don't +believe there's any need of so much law.”</p> +<p>“Hush, child! You mustn't set yourself up against the +judgment of your elders. Such things have to be done.”</p> +<p>Ann said no more, but the indignant sparkle did not fade out of +her eyes at all. She watched her opportunity, and took down Mr. +Wales' old blue jacket from its peg behind the shed-door, ran with +it up stairs and hid it in her own room behind the bed. +“There,” said she, “Mrs. Wales sha'n't cry over +<em>that!</em>”</p> +<p>That night, at tea time, the work of taking the inventory was +complete. Mr. Whitcomb and Mr. White walked away with their long +lists, satisfied that they had done their duty according to the +law. Every article of Samuel Wales' property, from a warming pan to +a chest of drawers, was set down, with the sole exception of that +old blue jacket which Ann had hidden.</p> +<p>She felt complacent over it at first; then she begun to be +uneasy.</p> +<p>“Nabby,” said she confidentially to the old servant +woman, when they were washing the pewter plates together after +supper, “what would they do, if anybody shouldn't let them +set down all the things—if they hid some of 'em away, I +mean?”</p> +<p>“They'd make a dretful time on't,” said Nabby, +impressively. She was a large, stern-looking old woman. “They +air dretful perticklar 'bout these things. They hev to +be.”</p> +<p>Ann was scared when she heard that. When the dishes were done, +she sat down on the settle and thought it over, and made up her +mind what to do.</p> +<p>The next morning, in the frosty dawning, before the rest of the +family were up, a slim, erect little figure could have been seen +speeding across lots toward Mr. Silas White's. She had the old blue +jacket tucked under her arm. When she reached the house, she spied +Mr. White just coming out of the back door with a milking pail. He +carried a lantern, too, for it was hardly light.</p> +<p>He stopped, and stared, when Ann ran up to him.</p> +<p>“Mr. White,” said she, all breathless, +“here's—something—I guess yer didn't see +yesterday.”</p> +<p>Mr. White set down the milk pail, took the blue jacket which she +handed him, and scrutinized it sharply, by the light of the +lantern.</p> +<p>“I guess we <em>didn't</em> see it,” said he, +finally.</p> +<p>“I will put it down—it's worth about three pence, I +judge. Where”—</p> +<p>“Silas, Silas!” called a shrill voice from the +house. Silas White dropped the jacket and trotted briskly in, his +lantern bobbing agitatedly. He never delayed a moment when his wife +called; important and tyrannical as the little man was abroad, he +had his own tyrant at home.</p> +<p>Ann did not wait for him to return; she snatched up the blue +jacket and fled home, leaping like a little deer over the hoary +fields. She hung up the precious old jacket behind the shed-door +again, and no one ever knew the whole story of its entrance in the +inventory. If she had been questioned, she would have told the +truth boldly, though. But Samuel Wales' Inventory had for its last +item that blue jacket, spelled after Silas White's own individual +method, as was many another word in the long list. Silas White +consulted his own taste with respect to capital letters too.</p> +<p>After a few weeks, Grandma said she must have Ann again; and +back she went. Grandma was very feeble lately, and everybody +humored her. Mrs. Polly was sorry to have the little girl leave +her. She said it was wonderful how much she had improved. But she +would not have admitted that the improvement was owing to the +different influence she had been under; she said Ann had outgrown +her mischievous ways.</p> +<p>Grandma did not live very long after this however. Mrs. Polly +had her bound girl at her own disposal in a year's time. Poor Ann +was sorrowful enough for a long while after Grandma's death. She +wore the beloved gold beads round her neck, and a sad ache in her +heart. The dear old woman had taken the beads off her neck with her +own hands and given them to Ann before she died, that there might +be no mistake about it.</p> +<p>Mrs. Polly said she was glad Ann had them. “You might jist +as well have 'em as Dorcas's girl,” said she; “she set +enough sight more by you.”</p> +<p>Ann could not help growing cheerful again, after a while. +Affairs in Mrs. Polly's house were much brighter for her, in some +ways, than they had ever been before.</p> +<p>Either the hot iron of affliction had smoothed some of the +puckers out of her mistress' disposition, or she was growing, +naturally, less sharp and dictatorial. Anyway, she was becoming as +gentle and loving with Ann as it was in her nature to be, and Ann, +following her impulsive temper, returned all the affection with +vigor, and never bestowed a thought on past unpleasantness.</p> +<p>For the next two years, Ann's position in the family grew to be +more and more that of a daughter. If it had not been for the +indentures lying serenely in that tall wooden desk, she would +almost have forgotten, herself, that she was a bound girl.</p> +<p>One spring afternoon, when Ann was about sixteen years old, her +mistress called her solemnly into the fore-room. “Ann,” +said she, “come here, I want to speak to you.”</p> +<p>Nabby stared wonderingly; and Ann, as she obeyed, felt awed. +There was something unusual in her mistress's tone.</p> +<p>Standing there in the fore-room, in the august company of the +best bed, with its high posts and flowered-chintz curtains, the +best chest of drawers, and the best chairs, Ann listened to what +Mrs. Polly had to tell her. It was a plan which almost took her +breath away; for it was this: Mrs. Polly proposed to adopt her, and +change her name to Wales. She would be no longer Ann Ginnins, and a +bound girl; but Ann Wales, and a daughter in her mother's home.</p> +<p>Ann dropped into one of the best chairs, and sat there, her +little dark face very pale. “Should I have +the—<em>papers?</em>” she gasped at length.</p> +<p>“Your papers? Yes, child, you can have them.”</p> +<p>“I don't want them!” cried Ann, “never. I want +them to stay just where they are, till my time is out. If I am +adopted, I don't want the papers!”</p> +<p>Mrs. Polly stared. She had never known how Ann had taken the +indentures with her on her run-away trip years ago; but now Ann +told her the whole story. In her gratitude to her mistress, and her +contrition, she had to.</p> +<p>It was so long ago in Ann's childhood, it did not seem so very +dreadful to Mrs. Polly, probably. But Ann insisted on the +indentures remaining in the desk, even after the papers of adoption +were made out, and she had become “Ann Wales.” It +seemed to go a little way toward satisfying her conscience. This +adoption meant a good deal to Ann; for besides a legal home, and a +mother, it secured to her a right in a comfortable property in the +future. Mrs. Polly Wales was considered very well off. She was a +smart business-woman, and knew how to take care of her property +too. She still hired Phineas Adams to carry on the blacksmith's +business, and kept her farm-work running just as her husband had. +Neither she nor Ann were afraid of work, and Ann Wales used to milk +the cows, and escort them to and from pasture, as faithfully as Ann +Ginnins.</p> +<p>It was along in spring time when Ann was adopted, and Mrs. Polly +fulfilled her part of the contract in the indentures by getting the +Sunday suit therein spoken of.</p> +<p>They often rode on horseback to meeting, but they usually walked +on the fine Sundays in spring. Ann had probably never been so happy +in her life as she was walking by Mrs. Polly's side to meeting that +first Sunday after her adoption. Most of the way was through the +woods; the tender light green boughs met over their heads; the +violets and anemones were springing beside their path. There were +green buds and white blossoms all around; the sky showed blue +between the waving branches, and the birds were singing.</p> +<p>Ann in her pretty petticoat of rose-colored stuff, stepping +daintily over the young grass and the flowers, looked and felt like +a part of it all. Her dark cheeks had a beautiful red glow on them; +her black eyes shone. She was as straight and graceful and stately +as an Indian.</p> +<p>“She's as handsome as a picture,” thought Mrs. Polly +in her secret heart. A good many people said that Ann resembled +Mrs. Polly in her youth, and that may have added force to her +admiration.</p> +<p>Her new gown was very fine for those days; but fine as she was, +and adopted daughter though she was, Ann did not omit her thrifty +ways for once. This identical morning Mrs. Polly and she carried +their best shoes under their arms, and wore their old ones, till +within a short distance from the meeting-house. Then the old shoes +were tucked away under a stone wall for safety, and the best ones +put on. Stone walls, very likely, sheltered a good many well-worn +little shoes, of a Puritan Sabbath, that their prudent owners might +appear in the House of God trimly shod. Ah! these beautiful, new +peaked-toed, high-heeled shoes of Ann's—what would she have +said to walking in them <em>all</em> the way to meeting!</p> +<p>If that Sunday was an eventful one to Ann Wales, so was the week +following. The next Tuesday, right after dinner, she was up in a +little unfinished chamber over the kitchen, where they did such +work when the weather permitted, carding wool. All at once, she +heard voices down below. They had a strange inflection, which gave +her warning at once. She dropped her work and listened: “What +<em>is</em> the matter?” thought she.</p> +<p>Then there was a heavy tramp on the stairs, and Captain Abraham +French stood in the door, his stern weather-beaten face white and +set. Mrs. Polly followed him, looking very pale and excited.</p> +<p>“When did you see anything of our Hannah?” asked +Captain French, controlling as best he could the tremor in his +resolute voice.</p> +<p>Ann rose, gathering up her big blue apron, cards, wool and all. +“Oh,” she cried, “not since last Sabbath, at +meeting! What is it?”</p> +<p>“She's lost,” answered Captain French. “She +started to go up to her Aunt Sarah's Monday forenoon; and Enos has +just been down, and they haven't seen anything of her.” Poor +Captain French gave a deep groan.</p> +<p>Then they all went down into the kitchen together, talking and +lamenting. And then, Captain French was galloping away on his gray +horse to call assistance, and Ann was flying away over the fields, +blue apron, cards, wool and all.</p> +<p>“O, Ann!” Mrs. Polly cried after, “where are +you going?”</p> +<p>“I'm going—to find—<em>Hannah!</em>” Ann +shouted back, in a shrill, desperate voice, and kept on.</p> +<p>She had no definite notion as to where she was going; she had +only one thought—Hannah French, her darling, tender little +Hannah French, her friend whom she loved better than a sister, was +lost.</p> +<p>A good three miles from the Wales home was a large tract of +rough land, half swamp, known as “Bear Swamp.” There +was an opinion, more or less correct, that bears might be found +there. Some had been shot in that vicinity. Why Ann turned her +footsteps in that direction, she could not have told herself. +Possibly the vague impression of conversations she and Hannah had +had, lingering in her mind, had something to do with it. Many a +time the two little girls had remarked to each other with a +shudder, “How awful it would be to get lost in Bear +Swamp.”</p> +<p>Anyway, Ann went straight there, through pasture and woodland, +over ditches and stone walls. She knew every step of the way for a +long distance. When she gradually got into the unfamiliar +wilderness of the swamp, a thought struck her—suppose she got +lost too! It would be easy enough—the unbroken forest +stretched for miles in some directions. She would not find a living +thing but Indians; and, maybe, wild beasts, the whole distance.</p> +<p>If she should get lost she would not find Hannah, and the people +would have to hunt for her too. But Ann had quick wits for an +emergency. She had actually carried those cards, with a big wad of +wool between them all the time, in her gathered-up apron. Now she +began picking off little bits of wool and marking her way with +them, sticking them on the trees and bushes. Every few feet a +fluffy scrap of wool showed the road Ann had gone.</p> +<p>But poor Ann went on, farther and farther—and no sign of +Hannah. She kept calling her, from time to time, hallooing at the +top of her shrill sweet voice: “Hannah! Hannah! Hannah +Fre-nch.”</p> +<p>But never a response got the dauntless little girl, slipping +almost up to her knees, sometimes, in black swamp-mud; and +sometimes stumbling painfully over tree-stumps, and through tangled +undergrowth.</p> +<p>“I'll go till my wool gives out,” said Ann Wales; +then she used it more sparingly.</p> +<p>But it was almost gone before she thought she heard in the +distance a faint little cry in response to her call: “Hannah! +Hannah Fre-nch!” She called again and listened. Yes; she +certainly did hear a little cry off toward the west. Calling from +time to time, she went as nearly as she could in that direction. +The pitiful answering cry grew louder and nearer; finally Ann could +distinguish Hannah's voice.</p> +<p>Wild with joy, she came, at last, upon her sitting on a fallen +hemlock-tree, her pretty face pale, and her sweet blue eyes +strained with terror.</p> +<p>“O, Hannah!” “O, Ann!”</p> +<p>“How did you ever get here, Hannah?”</p> +<p>“I—started for aunt Sarah's—that +morning,” explained Hannah, between sobs. “And—I +got frightened, in the woods, about a mile from father's. I saw +something ahead, I thought was a bear. A great black thing! Then I +ran—and, somehow, the first thing I knew, I was lost. I +walked and walked, and it seems to me I kept coming right back to +the same place. Finally I sat down here, and staid; I thought it +was all the way for me to be found.”</p> +<p>“O, Hannah, what did you do last night?”</p> +<p>“I staid somewhere, under some pine trees,” replied +Hannah, with a shudder, “and I kept hearing things—O +Ann!”</p> +<p>Ann hugged her sympathizingly. “I guess I wouldn't have +slept much if I had known,” said she. “O Hannah, you +haven't had anything to eat! ain't you starved?”</p> +<p>Hannah laughed faintly. “I ate up two whole pumpkin pies I +was carrying to aunt Sarah,” said she.</p> +<p>“O how lucky it was you had them!”</p> +<p>“Yes; mother called me back to get them, after I started. +They were some new ones, made with cream, and she thought aunt +Sarah would like them.”</p> +<p>Pretty soon they started. It was hard work; for the way was very +rough, and poor Hannah weak. But Ann had a good deal of strength in +her lithe young frame, and she half carried Hannah over the worst +places. Still both of the girls were pretty well spent when they +came to the last of the bits of wool on the border of Bear Swamp. +However, they kept on a little farther; then they had to stop and +rest. “I know where I am now,” said Hannah, with a sigh +of delight; “but I don't think I can walk another +step.” She was, in fact, almost exhausted.</p> +<p>Ann looked at her thoughtfully. She hardly knew what to do. She +could not carry Hannah herself—indeed, her own strength began +to fail; and she did not want to leave her to go for +assistance.</p> +<p>All of a sudden, she jumped up. “You stay just where you +are a few minutes, Hannah,” said she. “I'm going +somewhere. I'll be back soon.” Ann was laughing.</p> +<p>Hannah looked up at her pitifully: “O Ann, don't +go!”</p> +<p>“I'm coming right back, and it is the only way. You must +get home. Only think how your father and mother are +worrying!”</p> +<p>Hannah said no more after that mention of her parents, and Ann +started.</p> +<p>She was not gone long. When she came in sight she was laughing, +and Hannah, weak as she was, laughed, too. Ann had torn her blue +apron into strips, and tied it together for a rope, and by it she +was leading a red cow.</p> +<p>Hannah knew the cow, and knew at once what the plan was.</p> +<p>“O Ann! you mean for me to ride Betty!”</p> +<p>“Of course I do. I just happened to think our cows were +in the pasture, down below here. And we've ridden Betty, lots of +times, when we were children, and she's just as gentle now. Whoa, +Betty, good cow.”</p> +<p>It was very hard work to get Hannah on to the broad back of her +novel steed, but it was finally accomplished. Betty had been a +perfect pet from a calf, and was exceedingly gentle. She started +off soberly across the fields, with Hannah sitting on her back, and +Ann leading her by her blue rope.</p> +<p>It was a funny cavalcade for Captain Abraham French and a score +of anxious men to meet, when they were nearly in sight of home; but +they were too overjoyed to see much fun in it.</p> +<p>Hannah rode the rest of the way with her father on his gray +horse; and Ann walked joyfully by her side, leading the cow.</p> +<p>Captain French and his friends had, in fact, just started to +search Bear Swamp, well armed with lanterns, for night was coming +on.</p> +<p>It was dark when they got home. Mrs. French was not much more +delighted to see her beloved daughter Hannah safe again, than Mrs. +Polly was to see Ann.</p> +<p>She listened admiringly to the story Ann told.</p> +<p>“Nobody but you would have thought of the wool or of the +cow,” said she.</p> +<p>“I do declare,” cried Ann, at the mention of the +wool, “I have lost the cards!”</p> +<p>“Never mind the cards!” said Mrs. Polly.</p> + +<h2>IV</h2> +<h2>The “Horse House” Deed</h2> + +<p>Know all Men By These Presents, that I Seth Towner of Braintree, +in the County of Suffolk & Province of the Massachusetts Bay in +New England, Gent. In Consideration that I may promote & +encourage the worship of God, I have given liberty to Ephriam, and +Atherton Wales, & Th'o:<small><sup>s</sup></small> Penniman of +Stoughton who attend Publick worship with us to erect a Stable or +Horse House, on my Land near the Meeting House, in the South +Precinct in Braintree afores:<small><sup>d</sup></small>, to serve +their Horses, while attending the service of God—and to the +intent that the s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> Ephriam, Atherton +& Thomas, their Heirs or assignes shall and may hereafter So +long as they or any of them incline or Desire to keep up & +maintain a Horse House for the afores:<small><sup>d</sup></small> +use and Purpose; have s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> Land whereon +s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> House Stands without mollestation: I +the said Seth Towner for my Selfe, my Heirs, exec. and admin.: Do +hereby Covenant promise bind & oblige my selfe & them to +warrant & Defend the afores:<small><sup>d</sup></small> +Privilege of Land. To the s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> Ephriam +Wales, Atherton Wales, & Tho:<small><sup>s</sup></small> +Penniman their Heirs or assignes So long as they or any of them +keep a Horse House their, for the +afores:<small><sup>d</sup></small> use: they keeping +s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> House in Such repair at all times, as +that I the s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> Seth Towner, my Heirs or +assignes, may not receive Damage by any Creature Coming through +s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> House into my Land adjoining. In +Witness Whereof, I the s:<small><sup>d</sup></small> Seth Towner +have hereunto set my Hand & Seal the first Day of November One +Thous. and Seven Hundred Sixty & four: in the fifth year of his +Majesty's Reign George the third King etc.<br> + Signed Sealed and Del:<small><sup>d</sup></small><br> + presence of Seth Towner, Daniel Linfield, +Simeon Thayer.”</p> +<p><br> +Ann's two uncles by adoption, and Thomas Penniman of Stoughton, +were well pleased to get this permission to erect a stable, or +Horse-House, as they put it then, to shelter their horses during +divine worship. The want of one had long been a sore inconvenience +to them. The few stables already erected around the meeting-house, +could not accommodate half of the horses congregated there on a +Puritan Sabbath, and every barn, for a quarter of a mile about, was +put into requisition on severe days. After the women had dismounted +from their pillions at the meeting-house door, the men-folks +patiently rode the horses to some place of shelter, and then +trudged back through the snow-drifts, wrestling with the icy +wind.</p> +<p>So this new “Horse-House” was a great benefit to the +Waleses, and to the Pennimans, who lived three miles from them over +the Stoughton line. They were all constant meeting-folks. Hard +indeed was the storm which could keep a Wales or a Penniman away +from meeting.</p> +<p>Mrs. Polly Wales' horses were accommodated in this new stable +also. In the winter time, there were two of them; one which she and +Ann rode, Ann using the pillion, and one for Nabby Porter. Phineas +Adams always walked. Often the sturdy young blacksmith was at the +meeting-house, before the women, and waiting to take their +horses.</p> +<p>One Sunday, the winter after the Horse-House was built, Mrs. +Polly, Ann, Phineas, and Nabby went to meeting as usual. It was a +very cold, bleak day; the wind blew in through the slight wooden +walls of the old meeting-house, and the snow lay in little heaps +here and there. There was no stove in the building, as every one +knows. Some of the women had hot bricks and little foot-stoves, and +that was all. Ann did not care for either. She sat up straight in +the comfortless, high-backed pew. Her cheeks were as red as her +crimson cloak, her black eyes shone like stars. She let Mrs. Polly +and Nabby have the hot stones, but her own agile little feet were +as warm as toast. Little Hannah French, over across the +meeting-house, looked chilled and blue, but somehow Ann never +seemed to be affected much by the cold.</p> +<p>The Wales pew was close to a window on the south side; the side +where the new stable was. Indeed Ann could see it, if she looked +out. She sat next the window because the other women minded the +draught more.</p> +<p>Right across the aisle from Mrs. Polly's pew was Thomas +Penniman's. He was there with his wife, and six stalwart sons. The +two youngest, Levi and John, were crowded out of the pew proper, +and sat in the one directly back.</p> +<p>John sat at the end. He was a tall, handsome young fellow, two +or three years older than Ann. He was well spoken of amongst his +acquaintances for two reasons. First, on account of his own brave, +steady character; and second, on account of his owning one of the +finest horses anywhere about. A good horse was, if anything, a more +important piece of property then than now. This one was a beautiful +bay. They called him “Red Robin.”</p> +<p>To-day, Red Robin was carefully blanketed and fastened in the +new stable. John thought when he tied him there how thankful he was +he had such a good shelter this bitter day. He felt grateful to +Lieutenant Seth Turner, who owned all the land hereabouts and had +given the liberty to build it.</p> +<p>The people all sat quietly listening to the long sermon. Two +hours long it was. When the minister perched up in his beetling +pulpit with the sounding-board over his head, was about half +through his discourse, Ann Wales happened to glance out of the +window at her side. She rarely did such a thing in meeting-time; +indeed she had been better instructed. How she happened to to-day, +she could not have told, but she did.</p> +<p>It was well she did. Just at that moment, a man in a gray cloak +sprang into the Horse-House, and began untying John Penniman's Red +Robin.</p> +<p>Ann gave one glance; then she never hesitated. There was no time +to send whispers along the pew; to tell Phineas Adams to give the +alarm.</p> +<p>Out of the pew darted Ann, like a red robin herself, her read +cloak flying back, crowding nimbly past the others, across the +aisle to John Penniman.</p> +<p>“Somebody's stealing Red Robin, John,” said she in a +clear whisper. They heard it for several pews around. Up sprang the +pewful of staunch Pennimans, father and sons, and made for the door +in a great rush after John, who was out before the whisper had much +more than left Ann's lips.</p> +<p>The alarm spread; other men went too. The minister paused, and +the women waited. Finally the men returned, all but a few who were +detailed to watch the horses through the remainder of the services, +and the meeting proceeded.</p> +<p>Phineas sent the whisper along the pew, that John had got out in +time to save Red Robin; but the robber had escaped. Somehow, he had +taken alarm before John got there. Red Robin was standing in the +stable untied; but the robber had disappeared.</p> +<p>After meeting the people all came and questioned Ann. “He +was a very tall man, in a gray cloak,” said she. “He +turned his face, or I saw it, just for one second, when I looked. +He had black eyes and a dark curling beard.”</p> +<p>It seemed very extraordinary. If it had not been for Red Robin's +being untied, they would almost have doubted if Ann had seen +rightly. The thief had disappeared so suddenly and utterly, it +almost seemed impossible that he could have been there at all.</p> +<p>There was much talk over it after meeting. “Are you +<em>sure</em> you saw him, Ann?” Mrs. Polly asked.</p> +<p>“Yes; I am <em>sure</em>,” Ann would reply. She +began to feel rather uncomfortable over it. She feared people would +think she had been napping and dreaming although Red Robin +<em>was</em> untied.</p> +<p>That night the family were all in bed at nine o'clock, as usual; +but Ann up in her snug feather-bed in her little western chamber, +could not sleep. She kept thinking about the horse-thief, and grew +more and more nervous. Finally she thought of some fine linen cloth +she and Mrs. Polly had left out in the snowy field south of the +house to bleach, and she worried about that. A web of linen cloth +and a horse were very dissimilar booty; but a thief was a thief. +Suppose anything should happen to the linen they had worked so hard +over!</p> +<p>At last, she could not endure it any longer. Up she got, put on +her clothes hurriedly, crept softly down stairs and out doors. +There was a full moon and it was almost as light as day. The snow +looked like a vast sheet of silver stretching far away over the +fields.</p> +<p>Ann was hastening along the path between two high snowbanks when +all of a sudden she stopped, and gave a choked kind of a scream. No +one with nerves could have helped it. Right in the path before her +stood the horse-thief, gray cloak and all.</p> +<p>Ann turned, after her scream and first wild stare, and ran. But +the man caught her before she had taken three steps. “Don't +scream,” he said in a terrible, anxious whisper. “Don't +make a noise, for God's sake! They're after me! Can't you hide +me?”</p> +<p>“No,” said Ann, white and trembling all over but on +her mettle, “I won't. You are a sinful man, and you ought to +be punished. I won't do a thing to help you!”</p> +<p>The man's face bending over her was ghastly in the moonlight. He +went on pleading. “If you will hide me somewhere about your +place, they will not find me,” said he, still in that sharp +agonized whisper. “They are after me—can't you hear +them?”</p> +<p>Ann could, listening, hear distant voices on the night air.</p> +<p>“I was just going to hide in your barn,” said the +thief, “when I met you. O let me in there, now! don't betray +me!”</p> +<p>Great tears were rolling down his bearded cheeks. Ann began to +waver. “They might look in the barn,” said she +hesitatingly.</p> +<p>The man followed up his advantages. “Then hide me in the +house,” said he. “I have a daughter at home, about your +age. She's waiting for me, and it's long she'll wait, and sad news +she'll get at the end of the waiting, if you don't help me. She +hasn't any mother, she's a little tender thing—it'll kill +her!” He groaned as he said it.</p> +<p>The voices came nearer. Ann hesitated no longer. +“Come,” said she, “quick!”</p> +<p>Then she fled into the house, the man following. Inside, she +bolted the door, and made her unwelcome guest take off his boots in +the kitchen, and follow her softly up stairs with them in his +hand.</p> +<p>Ann's terror, leading him up, almost overwhelmed her. What if +anybody should wake! Nabby slept near the head of the stairs. +Luckily, she was a little deaf, and Ann counted on that.</p> +<p>She conducted the man across a little entry into a back, +unfurnished chamber, where, among other things, were stored some +chests of grain. The moon shone directly in the window of the +attic-chamber, so it was light enough to distinguish objects quite +plainly.</p> +<p>Ann tiptoed softly from one grain-chest to another. There were +three of them. Two were quite full; the third was nearly empty.</p> +<p>“Get in here,” said Ann. “Don't make any +noise.”</p> +<p>He climbed in obediently, and Ann closed the lid. The chest was +a rickety old affair and full of cracks—there was no danger +but he would have air enough. She heard the voices out in the yard, +as she shut the lid. Back she crept softly into her own room, +undressed and got into bed. She could hear the men out in the yard +quite plainly. “We've lost him again,” she heard one of +them say.</p> +<p>Presently Phineas Adams opened a window, and shouted out, to +know what was the matter.</p> +<p>“Seen anything of the horse-thief?” queried a voice +from the yard.</p> +<p>“No!” said Phineas. “I have been asleep these +three hours. You just waked me up.”</p> +<p>“He was hiding under the meeting-house,” said the +voice, “must have slipped in there this morning, when we +missed him. We went down there and watched to-night, and almost +caught him. But he disappeared a little below here, and we've lost +him again. It's my opinion he's an evil spirit in disguise. He ran +like the wind, in amongst the trees, where we couldn't follow with +the horses. Are you sure he did not skulk in here somewhere? Sim +White thinks he did.”</p> +<p>“I knew I saw him turn the corner of the lane,” +chimed in another voice, “and we've scoured the +woods.”</p> +<p>“I think we'd better search the barn, anyhow,” some +one else said, and a good many murmured assent.</p> +<p>“Wait a minute, I'll be down,” said Phineas, +shutting his window.</p> +<p>How long poor Ann lay there shaking, she never knew. It seemed +hours. She heard Phineas go down stairs, and unlock the door. She +heard them tramp into the barn. “O, if I had hidden him +there!” she thought.</p> +<p>After a while, she heard them out in the yard again. “He +could <em>not</em> have gotten into the house, in any way,” +she heard one man remark speculatively. How she waited for the +response. It came in Phineas Adams' slow, sensible tones: +“How could he? Didn't you hear me unbolt the door when I came +out? The doors are all fastened, I saw to it myself.”</p> +<p>“Well, of course he didn't,” agreed the voice.</p> +<p>At last, Phineas came in, and Ann heard them go. She was so +thankful. However, the future perplexities, which lay before her, +were enough to keep her awake for the rest of the night. In the +morning, a new anxiety beset her. The poor thief must have some +breakfast. She could easily have smuggled some dry bread up to him; +but she did want him to have some of the hot Indian mush, which the +family had. Ann, impulsive in this as everything, now that she had +made up her mind to protect a thief, wanted to do it handsomely. +She did want him to have some of that hot mush; but how could she +manage it?</p> +<p>The family at the breakfast table discussed the matter of the +horse-thief pretty thoroughly. It was a hard ordeal for poor Ann, +who could not take easily to deception. She had unexpected trouble +too with Nabby. Nabby <em>had</em> waked up the preceding +night.</p> +<p>“I didn't see anything,” proclaimed Nabby; +“but I heerd a noise. I think there's mice out in the +grain-chist in the back chamber.”</p> +<p>“I must go up there and look,” said Mrs. Polly. +“They did considerable mischief, last year.”</p> +<p>Ann turned pale; what if she should take it into her head to +look that day!</p> +<p>She watched her chance very narrowly for the hot mush; and after +breakfast she caught a minute, when Phineas had gone to work, and +Mrs. Polly was in the pantry, and Nabby down cellar. She had barely +time to fill a bowl with mush, and scud.</p> +<p>How lightly she stepped over that back chamber floor, and how +gingerly she opened the grain-chest lid. The thief looked piteously +out at her from his bed of Indian corn. He was a handsome man, +somewhere between forty and fifty. Indeed he came of a very good +family in a town not so very far away. Horse-thiefs numbered some +very respectable personages in their clan in those days +sometimes.</p> +<p>They carried on a whispered conversation while he ate. It was +arranged that Ann was to assist him off that night.</p> +<p>What a day poor Ann had, listening and watching in constant +terror every moment, for fear something would betray her. Beside, +her conscience troubled her sadly; she was far from being sure that +she was doing right in hiding a thief from justice. But the poor +man's tears, and the mention of his daughter, had turned the scale +with her; she could not give him up.</p> +<p>Her greatest fear was lest Mrs. Polly should take a notion to +search for mice in the grain-chests. She so hoped Nabby would not +broach the subject again. But there was a peculiarity about +Nabby—she had an exceedingly bitter hatred of rats and mice. +Still there was no danger of her investigating the grain-chests on +her own account, for she was very much afraid. She would not have +lifted one of those lids, with the chance of a rat or mouse being +under it, for the world. If ever a mouse was seen in the kitchen +Nabby took immediate refuge on the settle or the table and left +some one else to do the fighting.</p> +<p>So Nabby, being so constituted, could not be easy on the subject +this time. All day long she heard rats and mice in the +grain-chests; she stopped and listened with her broom, and she +stopped and listened with her mop.</p> +<p>Ann went to look, indeed that was the way she smuggled the +thief's dinner to him, but her report of nothing the matter with +the grain did not satisfy Nabby. She had more confidence in Mrs. +Polly. But Mrs. Polly did not offer to investigate herself until +after supper. They had been very busy that day, washing, and now +there was churning to do. Ann sat at the churn, Mrs. Polly was +cutting up apples for pies; and Nabby was washing dishes, when the +rats and mice smote her deaf ears again.</p> +<p>“I knew I heerd 'em then,” she said; “I don't +believe but what them grain-chists is full of 'em.”</p> +<p>“I am going to look,” quoth Mrs. Polly then, in a +tone of decision, and straightway she rose and got a candle.</p> +<p>Ann's heart beat terribly. “O, I wouldn't go up there +to-night,” said she.</p> +<p>“Yes; I am going. I'm going to satisfy Nabby about the +rats in the grain-chest, if I can.”</p> +<p>She was out the door, at the foot of the stairs, Nabby behind +her, dishcloth and plate in hand, peering fearfully over her +shoulder. Ann was in despair. Only one chance of averting the +discovery suggested itself to her. <em>She tipped over the +churn.</em> “O, oh!” she screamed. Back rushed Mrs. +Polly and Nabby, and that ended the rat-hunt for that night. The +waste of all that beautiful cream was all Mrs. Polly could think +of—prudent housewife that she was.</p> +<p>So in the night, when the moon was up, and the others were sound +asleep, Ann assisted her thief safely out of the grain-chest and +out of the house. “But, first,” said Ann Wales, pausing +bravely, with her hand on the grain-chest lid, speaking in a solemn +whisper, “before I let you out, you must make me a +promise.”</p> +<p>“What?” came back feebly.</p> +<p>“That you will never, never, steal a horse again. If you +don't promise, I will give you up, now.”</p> +<p>“I promise I won't,” said the man, readily.</p> +<p>Let us hope he never did. That, speeding out into the clear +winter night, he did bear with him a better determination in his +heart. At all events, there were no more attempts made to rob the +new Horse-House at the Braintree meeting-house. Many a Sunday after +that, Red Robin stood there peaceful and unmolested. Occasionally, +as the years went by, he was tied, of a Sunday night, in Mrs. Polly +Wales' barn.</p> +<p>For, by and by, his master, good brave young John Penniman, +married Ann Wales. The handsomest couple that ever went into the +meeting-house, people said. Ann's linen-chest was well stocked; and +she had an immense silk bonnet, with a worked white veil, a velvet +cloak, and a flowered damask petticoat for her wedding attire. Even +Hannah French had nothing finer when she was married to Phineas +Adams a year later.</p> +<p>All the drawback to the happiness was that John had taken some +land up in Vermont, and there the young couple went, shortly after +the wedding. It was a great cross to Mrs. Polly; but she bore it +bravely. Not a tear sparkled in her black eyes, watching the pair +start off down the bridle-path, riding Red Robin, Ann on a pillion +behind her husband. But, sitting down beside her lonely hearth when +she entered the house, she cried bitterly. “I did hope I +could keep Ann with me as long as I lived,” she sobbed.</p> +<p>“Don't you take on,” said Nabby, consolingly. +“You take my word for't, they'll be back 'afore +long.”</p> +<p>Nabby proved a true prophet. Red Robin did come trotting back +from the Vermont wilds, bearing his master and mistress before +long. Various considerations induced them to return; and Mrs. Polly +was overjoyed. They came to live with her.</p> +<p>Riding through the wilderness to Vermont on their wedding +journey, Ann had confessed to her husband how she had secreted the +thief who had tried to steal his Red Robin. She had been afraid to +tell; but he had turned on the saddle, and smiled down in her face. +“I am content that the man is safe,” said John +Penniman. “Prithee, why should I wish him evil, whilst I am +riding along with thee, on Red Robin, Ann?”</p> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Adventures of Ann, by Mary E. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Adventures of Ann + Stories of Colonial Times + +Author: Mary E. Wilkins Freeman + +Release Date: January 21, 2006 [EBook #17560] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ADVENTURES OF ANN *** + + + + +Produced by Jeff Kaylin and Andrew Sly + + + + + + +THE ADVENTURES OF ANN + +STORIES OF COLONIAL TIMES + +BY +Mary E. Wilkins + +FROM ORIGINAL DOCUMENTS AND +FAMILY TRADITIONS + + + +BOSTON +D. LOTHROP AND COMPANY +FRANKLIN AND HAWLEY STREETS + + + +Copyright, 1886, by D. Lothrop & Company. + + + +CONTENTS. + + The Bound Girl + Deacon Thomas Wales' Will + The Adopted Daughter + The "Horse-House" Deed + + + +STORIES OF COLONIAL TIMES + + + +I + +The Bound Girl + + +This Indenture Wittnesseth, That I Margaret Burjust of Boston, in the +County of Suffolk and Province of the Massachusetts Bay in New +England. Have placed, and by these presents do place and bind out my +only Daughter whose name is Ann Ginnins to be an Apprentice unto +Samuel Wales and his wife of Braintree in the County afores:d, +Blacksmith. To them and their Heirs and with them the s:d Samuel +Wales, his wife and their Heirs, after the manner of an apprentice to +dwell and Serve from the day of the date hereof for and during the +full and Just Term of Sixteen years, three months and twenty-three +day's next ensueing and fully to be Compleat, during all which term +the s:d apprentice her s:d Master and Mistress faithfully Shall +Serve, Their Secrets keep close, and Lawful and reasonable Command +everywhere gladly do and perform. + +Damage to her s:d Master and Mistress she shall not willingly do. Her +s:d Master's goods she shall not waste, Embezel, purloin or lend unto +Others nor suffer the same to be wasted or purloined. But to her +power Shall discover the Same to her s:d Master. Taverns or Ailhouss +she Shall not frequent, at any unlawful game She Shall not play, +Matrimony she Shall not Contract with any persons during s:d Term. +From her master's Service She Shall not at any time unlawfully absent +herself. But in all things as a good honest and faithful Servant and +apprentice Shall bear and behave herself, During the full term +afores:d Commencing from the third day of November Anno Dom: One +Thousand, Seven Hundred fifty and three. And the s:d Master for +himself, wife, and Heir's, Doth Covenant Promise Grant and Agree unto +and with the s:d apprentice and the s:d Margaret Burjust, in manner +and form following. That is to say, That they will teach the s:d +apprentice or Cause her to be taught in the Art of good housewifery, +and also to read and write well. And will find and provide for and +give unto s:d apprentice good and sufficient Meat Drink washing and +lodging both in Sickness and in health, and at the Expiration of S:d +term to Dismiss s:d apprentice with two Good Suits of Apparrel both +of woolen and linnin for all parts of her body (viz) One for +Lord-days and one for working days Suitable to her Quality. In +Testimony whereof I Samuel Wales and Margaret Burjust Have +Interchangably Sett their hands and Seals this Third day November +Anno Dom: 1753, and in the twenty Seventh year of the Reign of our +Soveraig'n Lord George the Second of great Britain the King. + Signed Sealed & Delivered. + In presence of + Sam Vaughan Margaret Burgis + Mary Vaughan her X mark." + +This quaint document was carefully locked up, with some old deeds and +other valuable papers, in his desk, by the "s:d Samuel Wales," one +hundred and thirty years ago. The desk was a rude, unpainted pine +affair, and it reared itself on its four stilt-like legs in a corner +of his kitchen, in his house in the South Precinct of Braintree. The +sharp eyes of the little "s:d apprentice" had noted it oftener and +more enviously than any other article of furniture in the house. On +the night of her arrival, after her journey of fourteen miles from +Boston, over a rough bridle-road, on a jolting horse, clinging +tremblingly to her new "Master," she peered through her little red +fingers at the desk swallowing up those precious papers which Samuel +Wales drew from his pocket with an important air. She was hardly five +years old, but she was an acute child; and she watched her master +draw forth the papers, show them to his wife, Polly, and lock them up +in the desk, with the full understanding that they had something to +do with her coming to this strange place; and, already, a shadowy +purpose began to form itself in her mind. + +She sat on a cunning little wooden stool, close to the fireplace, and +kept her small chapped hands persistently over her face; she was +scared, and grieved, and, withal, a trifle sulky. Mrs. Polly Wales +cooked some Indian meal mush for supper in an iron pot swinging from +its trammel over the blazing logs, and cast scrutinizing glances at +the little stranger. She had welcomed her kindly, taken off her outer +garments, and established her on the little stool in the warmest +corner, but the child had given a very ungracious response. She would +not answer a word to Mrs. Wales' coaxing questions, but twitched +herself away with all her small might, and kept her hands tightly +over her eyes, only peering between her fingers when she thought no +one was noticing. + +She had behaved after the same fashion all the way from Boston, as +Mr. Wales told his wife in a whisper. The two were a little dismayed, +at the whole appearance of the small apprentice; to tell the truth, +she was not in the least what they had expected. They had been +revolving this scheme of taking "a bound girl" for some time in their +minds; and, Samuel Wales' gossip in Boston, Sam Vaughan, had been +requested to keep a lookout for a suitable person. + +So, when word came that one had been found, Mr. Wales had started at +once for the city. When he saw the child, he was dismayed. He had +expected to see a girl of ten; this one was hardly five, and she had +anything but the demure and decorous air which his Puritan mind +esteemed becoming and appropriate in a little maiden. Her hair was +black and curled tightly, instead of being brown and straight parted +in the middle, and combed smoothly over her ears as his taste +regulated; her eyes were black and flashing, instead of being blue, +and downcast. The minute he saw the child, he felt a disapproval of +her rise in his heart, and also something akin to terror. He dreaded +to take this odd-looking child home to his wife Polly; he foresaw +contention and mischief in their quiet household. But he felt as if +his word was rather pledged to his gossip, and there was the mother, +waiting and expectant. She was a red-cheeked English girl, who had +been in Sam Vaughan's employ; she had recently married one Burjust, +and he was unwilling to support the first husband's child, so this +chance to bind her out and secure a good home for her had been +eagerly caught at. + +The small Ann seemed rather at Samuel Wales' mercy, and he had not +the courage to disappoint his friend or her mother; so the necessary +papers were made out, Sam Vaughan's and wife's signatures affixed, +and Margaret Burjust's mark, and he set out on his homeward journey +with the child. + +The mother was coarse and illiterate, but she had some natural +affection; she "took on" sadly when the little girl was about to +leave her, and Ann clung to her frantically. It was a pitiful scene, +and Samuel Wales, who was a very tender-hearted man, was glad when it +was over, and he jogging along the bridle-path. + +But he had had other troubles to encounter. All at once, as he rode +through Boston streets, with his little charge behind him, after +leaving his friend's house, he felt a vicious little twitch at his +hair, which he wore in a queue tied with a black ribbon after the +fashion of the period. Twitch, twitch, twitch! The water came into +Samuel Wales' eyes, and the blood to his cheeks, while the passers-by +began to hoot and laugh. His horse became alarmed at the hubbub, and +started up. For a few minutes the poor man could do nothing to free +himself. It was wonderful what strength the little creature had; she +clinched her tiny fingers in the braid, and pulled, and pulled. Then, +all at once, her grasp slackened, and off flew her master's +steeple-crowned hat into the dust, and the neat black ribbon on the +end of the queue followed it. Samuel Wales reined up his horse with a +jerk then, and turned round, and administered a sounding box on each +of his apprentice's ears. Then he dismounted, amid shouts of laughter +from the spectators, and got a man to hold the horse while he went +back and picked up his hat and ribbon. + +He had no further trouble. The boxes seemed to have subdued Ann +effectually. But he pondered uneasily all the way home on the small +vessel of wrath which was perched up behind him, and there was a +tingling sensation at the roots of his queue. He wondered what Polly +would say. The first glance at her face, when he lifted Ann off the +horse at his own door, confirmed his fears. She expressed her mind, +in a womanly way, by whispering in his ear at the first opportunity, +_"She's as black as an Injun."_ + +After Ann had eaten her supper, and had been tucked away between some +tow sheets and homespun blankets in a trundle-bed, she heard the +whole story, and lifted up her hands with horror. Then the good +couple read a chapter, and prayed, solemnly vowing to do their duty +by this child which they had taken under their roof, and imploring +Divine assistance. + +As time wore on, it became evident that they stood in sore need of +it. They had never had any children of their own, and Ann Ginnins was +the first child who had ever lived with them. But she seemed to have +the freaks of a dozen or more in herself, and they bade fair to have +the experience of bringing up a whole troop with this one. They tried +faithfully to do their duty by her, but they were not used to +children, and she was a very hard child to manage. A whole legion of +mischievous spirits seemed to dwell in her at times, and she became +in a small and comparatively innocent way, the scandal of the staid +Puritan neighborhood in which she lived. Yet, withal, she was so +affectionate, and seemed to be actuated by so little real malice in +any of her pranks, that people could not help having a sort of liking +for the child, in spite of them. + +She was quick to learn, and smart to work, too, when she chose. +Sometimes she flew about with such alacrity that it seemed as if her +little limbs were hung on wires, and no little girl in the +neighborhood could do her daily tasks in the time she could, and they +were no inconsiderable tasks, either. + +Very soon after her arrival she was set to "winding quills," so many +every day. Seated at Mrs. Polly's side, in her little homespun gown, +winding quills through sunny forenoons--how she hated it! She liked +feeding the hens and pigs better, and when she got promoted to +driving the cows, a couple of years later, she was in her element. +There were charming possibilities of nuts and checkerberries and +sassafras and sweet flag all the way between the house and the +pasture, and the chance to loiter, and have a romp. + +She rarely showed any unwillingness to go for the cows; but once, +when there was a quilting at her mistress's house, she demurred. It +was right in the midst of the festivities; they were just preparing +for supper, in fact. Ann knew all about the good things in the +pantry, she was wild with delight at the unwonted stir, and anxious +not to lose a minute of it. She thought some one else might go for +the cows that night. She cried and sulked, but there was no help for +it. Go she had to. So she tucked up her gown--it was her best Sunday +one--took her stick, and trudged along. When she came to the pasture, +there were her master's cows waiting at the bars. So were Neighbor +Belcher's cows also, in the adjoining pasture. Ann had her hand on +the topmost of her own bars, when she happened to glance over at +Neighbor Belcher's, and a thought struck her. She burst into a peal +of laughter, and took a step towards the other bars. Then she went +back to her own. Finally, she let down the Belcher bars, and the +Belcher cows crowded out, to the great astonishment of the Wales +cows, who stared over their high rails and mooed uneasily. + +Ann drove the Belcher cows home and ushered them into Samuel Wales' +barnyard with speed. Then she went demurely into the house. The table +looked beautiful. Ann was beginning to quake inwardly, though she +still was hugging herself, so to speak, in secret enjoyment of her +own mischief. She had one hope--that supper would be eaten before her +master milked. But the hope was vain. When she saw Mr. Wales come in, +glance her way, and then call his wife out, she knew at once what had +happened, and begun to tremble--she knew perfectly what Mr. Wales was +saying out there. It was this: "That little limb has driven home all +Neighbor Belcher's cows instead of ours; what's going to be done with +her?" + +She knew what the answer would be, too. Mrs. Polly was a peremptory +woman. + +Back Ann had to go with the Belcher cows, fasten them safely in their +pasture again, and drive her master's home. She was hustled off to +bed, then, without any of that beautiful supper. But she had just +crept into her bed in the small unfinished room up stairs where she +slept, and was lying there sobbing, when she heard a slow, fumbling +step on the stairs. Then the door opened, and Mrs. Deacon Thomas +Wales, Samuel Wales' mother, came in. She was a good old lady, and +had always taken a great fancy to her son's bound girl; and Ann, on +her part, minded her better than any one else. She hid her face in +the tow sheet, when she saw grandma. The old lady had on a long black +silk apron. She held something concealed under it, when she came in. +Presently she displayed it. + +"There--child," said she, "here's a piece of sweet cake and a couple +of simballs, that I managed to save out for you. Jest set right up +and eat 'em, and don't ever be so dretful naughty again, or I don't +know what will become of you." + +This reproof, tempered with sweetness, had a salutary effect on Ann. +She sat up, and ate her sweet cake and simballs, and sobbed out her +contrition to grandma, and there was a marked improvement in her +conduct for some days. + +Mrs. Polly was a born driver. She worked hard herself, and she +expected everybody about her to. The tasks which Ann had set her did +not seem as much out of proportion, then, as they would now. Still, +her mistress, even then, allowed her less time for play than was +usual, though it was all done in good faith, and not from any +intentional severity. As time went on, she grew really quite fond of +the child, and she was honestly desirous of doing her whole duty by +her. If she had had a daughter of her own, it is doubtful if her +treatment of her would have been much different. + +Still, Ann was too young to understand all this, and, sometimes, +though she was strong and healthy, and not naturally averse to work, +she would rebel, when her mistress set her stints so long, and kept +her at work when other children were playing. + +Once in a while she would confide in grandma, when Mrs. Polly sent +her over there on an errand and she had felt unusually aggrieved +because she had had to wind quills, or hetchel, instead of going +berrying, or some like pleasant amusement. + +"Poor little cosset," grandma would say, pityingly. Then she would +give her a simball, and tell her she must "be a good girl, and not +mind if she couldn't play jest like the others, for she'd got to airn +her own livin', when she grew up, and she must learn to work." + +Ann would go away comforted, but grandma would be privately +indignant. She was, as is apt to be the case, rather critical with +her sons' wives, and she thought "Sam'l's kept that poor little gal +too stiddy at work," and wished and wished she could shelter her +under her own grandmotherly wing, and feed her with simballs to her +heart's content. She was too wise to say anything to influence the +child against her mistress, however. She was always cautious about +that, even while pitying her. Once in a while she would speak her +mind to her son, but _he_ was easy enough--Ann would not have found +him a hard task-master. + +Still, Ann did not have to work hard enough to hurt her. The worst +consequences were that such a rigid rein on such a frisky little colt +perhaps had more to do with her "cutting up," as her mistress phrased +it, than she dreamed of. Moreover the thought of the indentures, +securely locked up in Mr. Wales' tall wooden desk, was forever in +Ann's mind. Half by dint of questioning various people, half by her +own natural logic she had settled it within herself, that at any time +the possession of these papers would set her free, and she could go +back to her own mother, whom she dimly remembered as being +loud-voiced, but merry, and very indulgent. However, Ann never +meditated in earnest, taking the indentures; indeed, the desk was +always locked--it held other documents more valuable than hers--and +Samuel Wales carried the key in his waistcoat-pocket. + +She went to a dame's school, three months every year. Samuel Wales +carted half a cord of wood to pay for her schooling, and she learned +to write and read in the New England Primer. Next to her, on the +split log bench, sat a little girl named Hannah French. The two +became fast friends. Hannah was an only child, pretty and delicate, +and very much petted by her parents. No long hard tasks were set +those soft little fingers, even in those old days when children +worked as well as their elders. Ann admired and loved Hannah, because +she had what she, herself, had not; and Hannah loved and pitied Ann +because she had not what she had. It was a sweet little friendship, +and would not have been, if Ann had not been free from envy and +Hannah humble and pitying. + +When Ann told her what a long stint she had to do before school, +Hannah would shed sympathizing tears. + +Ann, after a solemn promise of secrecy, told her about the indentures +one day. Hannah listened with round, serious eyes; her brown hair was +combed smoothly down over her ears. She was a veritable little +Puritan damsel herself. + +"If I could only get the papers, I wouldn't have to mind her, and +work so hard," said Ann. + +Hannah's eyes grew rounder. "Why, it would be sinful to take them!" +said she. + +Ann's cheeks blazed under her wondering gaze, and she said no more. + +When she was about eleven years old, one icy January day, Hannah +wanted her to go out and play on the ice after school. They had no +skates, but it was rare fun to slide. Ann went home and asked Mrs. +Polly's permission with a beating heart; she promised to do a double +stint next day, if she would let her go. But her mistress was +inexorable--work before play, she said, always; and Ann must not +forget that she was to be brought up to work; it was different with +her from what it was with Hannah French. Even this she meant kindly +enough, but Ann saw Hannah go away, and sat down to her spinning with +more fierce defiance in her heart than had ever been there before. +She had been unusually good, too, lately. She always was, during the +three months' schooling, with sober, gentle little Hannah French. + +She had been spinning sulkily a while, and it was almost dark, when a +messenger came for her master and mistress to go to Deacon Thomas +Wales', who had been suddenly taken very ill. + +Ann would have felt sorry if she had not been so angry. Deacon Wales +was almost as much of a favorite of hers as his wife. As it was, the +principal thing she thought of, after Mr. Wales and his wife had +gone, was that _the key was in the desk_. However it had happened, +there it was. She hesitated a moment. She was all alone in the +kitchen, and her heart was in a tumult of anger, but she had learned +her lessons from the Bible and the New England Primer and she was +afraid of the _sin_. But, at last, she opened the desk, found the +indentures, and hid them in the little pocket which she wore tied +about her waist, under her petticoat. + +Then she threw her blanket over her head, and got her poppet out of +the chest. The poppet was a little doll manufactured from a corn-cob, +dressed in an indigo-colored gown. Grandma had made it for her, and +it was her chief treasure. She clasped it tight to her bosom and ran +across lots to Hannah French's. + +Hannah saw her coming, and met her at the door. + +"I've brought you my poppet," whispered Ann, all breathless, "and you +must keep her always, and not let her work too hard. I'm going away!" + +Hannah's eyes looked like two solemn moons. "Where are you going, +Ann?" + +"I'm going to Boston to find my own mother." She said nothing about +the indentures to Hannah--somehow she could not. + +Hannah could not say much, she was so astonished, but as soon as Ann +had gone, scudding across the fields, she went in with the poppet and +told her mother. + +Deacon Thomas Wales was very sick. Mr. and Mrs. Samuel remained at +his house all night, but Ann was not left alone, for Mr. Wales had an +apprentice who slept in the house. + +Ann did not sleep any that night. She got up very early, before any +one was stirring, and dressed herself in her Sunday clothes. Then she +tied up her working clothes in a bundle, crept softly down stairs, +and out doors. + +It was bright moonlight and quite cold. She ran along as fast as she +could on the Boston road. Deacon Thomas Wales' house was on the way. +The windows were lit up. She thought of grandma and poor grandpa, +with a sob in her heart, but she sped along. Past the schoolhouse, +and meeting-house, too, she had to go, with big qualms of grief and +remorse. But she kept on. She was a fast traveller. + +She had reached the North Precinct of Braintree by daylight. So far, +she had not encountered a single person. Now, she heard horse's hoofs +behind her. She began to run faster, but it was of no use. Soon +Captain Abraham French loomed up on his big gray horse, a few paces +from her. He was Hannah's father, but he was a tithing-man, and +looked quite stern, and Ann had always stood in great fear of him. + +She ran on as fast as her little heels could fly, with a thumping +heart. But it was not long before she felt herself seized by a strong +arm and swung up behind Captain French on the gray horse. She was in +a panic of terror, and would have cried and begged for mercy if she +had not been in so much awe of her captor. She thought with awful +apprehension of these stolen indentures in her little pocket. What if +he should find that out! + +Captain French whipped up his horse, however, and hastened along +without saying a word. His silence, if anything, caused more dread in +Ann than words would have. But his mind was occupied. Deacon Thomas +Wales was dead; he was one of his most beloved and honored friends, +and it was a great shock to him. Hannah had told him about Ann's +premeditated escape, and he had set out on her track, as soon as he +had found that she was really gone, that morning. But the news, which +he had heard on his way, had driven all thoughts of reprimand which +he might have entertained, out of his head. He only cared to get the +child safely back. + +So, not a word spoke Captain French, but rode on in grim and +sorrowful silence, with Ann clinging to him, till he reached her +master's door. Then he set her down with a stern and solemn +injunction never to transgress again, and rode away. + +Ann went into the kitchen with a quaking heart. It was empty and +still. Its very emptiness and stillness seemed to reproach her. There +stood the desk--she ran across to it, pulled the indentures from her +pocket, put them in their old place, and shut the lid down. There +they staid till the full and just time of her servitude had expired. +She never disturbed them again. + +On account of the grief and confusion incident on Deacon Wales' +death, she escaped with very little censure. She never made an +attempt to run away again. Indeed she had no wish to, for after +Deacon Wales' death, grandma was lonely and wanted her, and she +lived, most of the time, with her. And, whether she was in reality, +treated any more kindly or not, she was certainly happier. + + + +II + +Deacon Thomas Wales' Will + + +In the Name of God Amen! the Thirteenth Day of September One Thousand +Seven Hundred Fifty & eight, I, Thomas Wales of Braintree, in the +County of Suffolk & Province of the Massachusetts Bay in New England, +Gent--being in good health of Body and of Sound Disproving mind and +Memory, Thanks be given to God--Calling to mind my mortality, Do +therefore in my health make and ordain this my Last Will and +Testament. And First I Recommend my Soul into the hand of God who +gave it--Hoping through grace to obtain Salvation thro' the merits +and Mediation of Jesus Christ my only Lord and Dear Redeemer, and my +body to be Decently interd, at the Discretion of my Executer, +believing at the General Resurection to receive the Same again by the +mighty Power of God--And such worldly estate as God in his goodness +hath graciously given me after Debts, funeral Expenses &c, are Paid I +give & Dispose of the Same as Followeth-- + +_Imprimis_--I Give to my beloved Wife Sarah a good Sute of mourning +apparrel Such as she may Choose--also if she acquit my estate of +Dower and third-therin (as we have agreed) Then that my Executer +return all of Household movables she bought at our marriage & since +that are remaining, also to Pay to her or Her Heirs That Note of +Forty Pound I gave to her, when she acquited my estate and I hers. +Before Division to be made as herin exprest, also the Southwest +fire-Room in my House, a right in my Cellar, Halfe the Garden, also +the Privilege of water at the well & yard room and to bake in the +oven what she hath need of to improve her Life-time by her. + +After this, followed a division of his property amongst his children, +five sons, and two daughters. The "Homeplace" was given to his sons +Ephraim and Atherton. Ephraim had a good house of his own, so he took +his share of the property in land, and Atherton went to live in the +old homestead. His quarters had been poor enough; he had not been so +successful as his brothers, and had been unable to live as well. It +had been a great cross to his wife, Dorcas, who was very high +spirited. She had compared, bitterly, the poverty of her household +arrangements, with the abundant comfort of her sisters-in-law. + +Now, she seized eagerly at the opportunity of improving her style of +living. The old Wales house was quite a pretentious edifice for those +times. All the drawback to her delight was, that Grandma should have +the southwest fire-room. She wanted to set up her high-posted +bedstead, with its enormous feather-bed in that, and have it for her +fore-room. Properly, it was the fore room, being right across the +entry from the family sitting room. There was a tall chest of drawers +that would fit in so nicely between the windows, too. Take it +altogether, she was chagrined at having to give up the southwest +room; but there was no help for it--there it was in Deacon Wales' +will. + +Mrs. Dorcas was the youngest of all the sons' wives, as her husband +was the latest born. She was quite a girl to some of them. Grandma +had never more than half approved of her. Dorcas was high-strung and +flighty, she said. She had her doubts about living happily with her. +But Atherton was anxious for this division of the property, and he +was her youngest darling, so she gave in. She felt lonely, and out of +her element, when everything was arranged, she established in the +southwest fire-room, and Atherton's family keeping house in the +others, though things started pleasantly and peaceably enough. + +It occurred to her that her son Samuel might have her own "help," a +stout woman, who had worked in her kitchen for many years, and she +take in exchange his little bound girl, Ann Ginnins. She had always +taken a great fancy to the child. There was a large closet out of the +southwest room, where she could sleep, and she could be made very +useful, taking steps, and running "arrants" for her. + +Mr. Samuel and his wife hesitated a little, when this plan was +proposed. In spite of the trouble she gave them, they were attached +to Ann, and did not like to part with her, and Mrs. Polly was just +getting her "larnt" her own ways, as she put it. Privately, she +feared Grandma would undo all the good she had done, in teaching Ann +to be smart and capable. Finally they gave in, with the understanding +that it was not to be considered necessarily a permanent arrangement, +and Ann went to live with the old lady. + +Mrs. Dorcas did not relish this any more than she did the +appropriation of the southwest fire-room. She had never liked Ann +very well. Besides she had two little girls of her own, and she +fancied Ann rivaled them in Grandma's affection. So, soon after the +girl was established in the house, she began to _show out_ in various +little ways. + +Thirsey, her youngest child, was a mere baby, a round fat dumpling of +a thing. She was sweet, and good-natured, and the pet of the whole +family. Ann was very fond of playing with her, and tending her, and +Mrs. Dorcas began to take advantage of it. The minute Ann was at +liberty she was called upon to take care of Thirsey. The constant +carrying about such a heavy child soon began to make her shoulders +stoop and ache. Then Grandma took up the cudgels. She was smart and +high-spirited, but she was a very peaceable old lady on her own +account, and fully resolved "to put up with everything from Dorcas, +rather than have strife in the family." She was not going to see this +helpless little girl imposed on, however. "The little gal ain't goin' +to get bent all over, tendin' that heavy baby, Dorcas," she +proclaimed. "You can jist make up your mind to it. She didn't come +here to do sech work." + +So Dorcas had to make up her mind to it. + +Ann's principal duties were scouring "the brasses" in Grandma's room, +taking steps for her, and spinning her stint every day. Grandma set +smaller stints than Mrs. Polly. As time went on, she helped about the +cooking. She and Grandma cooked their own victuals, and ate from a +little separate table in the common kitchen. It was a very large +room, and might have accommodated several families, if they could +have agreed. There was a big oven, and a roomy fire-place. Good +Deacon Wales had probably seen no reason at all why his "beloved +wife," should not have her right therein with the greatest peace and +concord. + +But it soon came to pass that Mrs. Dorcas' pots and kettles were all +prepared to hang on the trammels when Grandma's were, and an army of +cakes and pies marshalled to go in the oven when Grandma had proposed +to do some baking. Grandma bore it patiently for a long time; but Ann +was with difficulty restrained from freeing her small mind, and her +black eyes snapped more dangerously, at every new offence. + +One morning, Grandma had two loaves of "riz bread," and some election +cakes, rising, and was intending to bake them in about an hour, when +they should be sufficiently light. What should Mrs. Dorcas do, but +mix up sour milk bread, and some pies with the greatest speed, and +fill up the oven, before Grandma's cookery was ready! + +Grandma sent Ann out into the kitchen to put the loaves in the oven +and lo and behold! the oven was full. Ann stood staring for a minute, +with a loaf of election cake in her hands; that and the bread would +be ruined if they were not baked immediately, as they were raised +enough. Mrs. Dorcas had taken Thirsey and stepped out somewhere, and +there was no one in the kitchen. Ann set the election cake back on +the table. Then, with the aid of the tongs, she reached into the +brick oven and took out every one of Mrs. Dorcas' pies and loaves. +Then she arranged them deliberately in a pitiful semicircle on the +hearth, and put Grandma's cookery in the oven. + +She went back to the southwest room then, and sat quietly down to her +spinning. Grandma asked if she had put the things in, and she said +"Yes, ma'am," meekly. There was a bright red spot on each of her dark +cheeks. + +When Mrs. Dorcas entered the kitchen, carrying Thirsey wrapped up in +an old homespun blanket, she nearly dropped as her gaze fell on the +fire-place and the hearth. There sat her bread and pies, in the most +lamentable half-baked, sticky, doughy condition imaginable. She +opened the oven, and peered in. There were Grandma's loaves, all a +lovely brown. Out they came, with a twitch. Luckily, they were done. +Her own went in, but they were irretrievable failures. + +Of course, quite a commotion came from this. Dorcas raised her shrill +voice pretty high, and Grandma, though she had been innocent of the +whole transaction, was so blamed that she gave Dorcas a piece of her +mind at last. Ann surveyed the nice brown loaves, and listened to the +talk in secret satisfaction; but she had to suffer for it afterward. +Grandma punished her for the first time, and she discovered that that +kind old hand was pretty firm and strong. "No matter what you think +or whether you air in the rights on't, or not, a little gal mustn't +ever sass her elders," said Grandma. + +But if Ann's interference was blamable, it was productive of one good +result--the matter came to Mr. Atherton's ears, and he had a stern +sense of justice when roused, and a great veneration for his mother. +His father's will should be carried out to the letter, he declared; +and it was. Grandma baked and boiled in peace, outwardly, at least, +after that. + +Ann was a great comfort to her; she was outgrowing her wild, +mischievous ways, and she was so bright and quick. She promised to be +pretty, too. Grandma compared her favorably with her own +grandchildren, especially, Mrs. Dorcas' eldest daughter Martha, who +was nearly Ann's age. "Marthy's a pretty little gal enough," she used +to say, "but she ain't got the _snap_ to her that Ann has, though I +wouldn't tell Atherton's wife so, for the world." + +She promised Ann her gold beads, when she should be done with them, +under strict injunctions not to say anything about it till the time +came; for the others might feel hard as she wasn't her own flesh and +blood. The gold beads were Ann's ideals of beauty, and richness, +though she did not like to hear Grandma talk about being "done with +them." Grandma always wore them around her fair, plump old neck; she +had never seen her without her string of beads. + +As before said, Ann was now very seldom mischievous enough to make +herself serious trouble; but, once in a while, her natural +propensities would crop out. When they did, Mrs. Dorcas was +exceedingly bitter. Indeed, her dislike of Ann was, at all times, +smouldering, and needed only a slight fanning to break out. + +One stormy winter day, Mrs. Dorcas had been working till dark, making +candle-wicks. When she came to get tea, she tied the white fleecy +rolls together, a great bundle of them, and hung them up in the +cellar-way, over the stairs, to be out of the way. They were extra +fine wicks, being made of flax for the company candles. "I've got a +good job done," said Mrs. Dorcas, surveying them complacently. Her +husband had gone to Boston, and was not coming home till the next +day, so she had had a nice chance to work at them, without as much +interruption as usual. + +Ann, going down the cellar-stairs, with a lighted candle, after some +butter for tea, spied the beautiful rolls swinging overhead. What +possessed her to, she could not herself have told--she certainly had +no wish to injure Mrs. Dorcas' wicks--but she pinched up a little end +of the fluffy flax and touched her candle to it. She thought she +would see how that little bit would burn off. She soon found out. The +flame caught, and ran like lightning through the whole bundle. There +was a great puff of fire and smoke, and poor Mrs. Dorcas' fine +candle-wicks were gone. Ann screamed, and sprang downstairs. She +barely escaped the whole blaze coming in her face. + +"What's that!" shrieked Mrs. Dorcas, rushing to the cellar-door. +Words can not describe her feeling when she saw that her nice +candle-wicks, the fruit of her day's toil, were burnt up. + +If ever there was a wretched culprit that night, Ann was. She had not +meant to do wrong, but that, maybe, made it worse for her in one way. +She had not even gratified malice to sustain her. Grandma blamed her, +almost as severely as Mrs. Dorcas. She said she didn't know what +would "become of a little gal, that was so keerless," and decreed +that she must stay at home from school and work on candle-wicks till +Mrs. Dorcas' loss was made good to her. Ann listened ruefully. She +was scared and sorry, but that did not seem to help matters any. She +did not want any supper, and she went to bed early and cried herself +to sleep. + +Somewhere about midnight, a strange sound woke her up. She called out +to Grandma in alarm. The same sound had awakened her. "Get up, an' +light a candle, child," said she; "I'm afeard the baby's sick." + +Ann scarcely had the candle lighted, before the door opened, and Mrs. +Dorcas appeared in her nightdress--she was very pale, and trembling +all over. "Oh!" she gasped, "it's the baby. Thirsey's got the croup, +an' Atherton's away, and there ain't anybody to go for the doctor. O +what shall I do, what shall I do!" She fairly wrung her hands. + +"_Hev_ you tried the skunk's oil," asked Grandma eagerly, preparing +to get up. + +"Yes, I have, I have! It's a good hour since she woke up, an' I've +tried everything. It hasn't done any good. I thought I wouldn't call +you, if I could help it, but she's worse--only hear her! An' +Atherton's away! Oh! what shall I do, what shall I do?" + +"Don't take on so, Dorcas," said Grandma, tremulously, but +cheeringly. "I'll come right along, an'--why, child, what air you +goin' to do?" + +Ann had finished dressing herself, and now she was pinning a heavy +homespun blanket over her head, as if she were preparing to go out +doors. + +"I'm going after the doctor for Thirsey," said Ann, her black eyes +flashing with determination. + +"Oh, will you, will you!" cried Mrs. Dorcas, catching at this new +help. + +"Hush, Dorcas," said Grandma, sternly. "It's an awful storm out--jist +hear the wind blow! It ain't fit fur her to go. Her life's jist as +precious as Thirsey's." + +Ann said nothing more, but she went into her own little room with the +same determined look in her eyes. There was a door leading from this +room into the kitchen. Ann slipped through it hastily, lit a lantern +which was hanging beside the kitchen chimney, and was outdoors in a +minute. + +The storm was one of sharp, driving sleet, which struck her face like +so many needles. The first blast, as she stepped outside the door, +seemed to almost force her back, but her heart did not fail her. The +snow was not so very deep, but it was hard walking. There was no +pretense of a path. The doctor lived half a mile away, and there was +not a house in the whole distance, save the Meeting House and +schoolhouse. It was very dark. Lucky it was that she had taken the +lantern; she could not have found her way without it. + +On kept the little slender, erect figure, with the fierce +determination in its heart, through the snow and sleet, holding the +blanket close over its head, and swinging the feeble lantern bravely. + +When she reached the doctor's house, he was gone. He had started for +the North Precinct early in the evening, his good wife said; he was +called down to Captain Isaac Lovejoy's, the house next the North +Precinct Meeting House. She'd been sitting up waiting for him, it was +such an awful storm, and such a lonely road. She was worried, but she +didn't think he'd start for home that night; she guessed he'd stay at +Captain Lovejoy's till morning. + +The doctor's wife, holding her door open, as best she could, in the +violent wind, had hardly given this information to the little +snow-bedraggled object standing out there in the inky darkness, +through which the lantern made a faint circle of light, before she +had disappeared. + +"She went like a speerit," said the good woman, staring out into the +blackness in amazement. She never dreamed of such a thing as Ann's +going to the North Precinct after the doctor, but that was what the +daring girl had determined to do. She had listened to the doctor's +wife in dismay, but with never one doubt as to her own course of +proceeding. + +Straight along the road to the North Precinct she kept. It would have +been an awful journey that night for a strong man. It seemed +incredible that a little girl could have the strength or courage to +accomplish it. There were four miles to traverse in a black, howling +storm, over a pathless road, through forests, with hardly a house by +the way. + +When she reached Captain Isaac Lovejoy's house, next to the Meeting +House in the North Precinct of Braintree, stumbling blindly into the +warm, lighted kitchen, the captain and the doctor could hardly +believe their senses. She told the doctor about Thirsey; then she +almost fainted from cold and exhaustion. + +Good wife Lovejoy laid her on the settee, and brewed her some hot +herb tea. She almost forgot her own sick little girl, for a few +minutes, in trying to restore this brave child who had come from the +South Precinct in this dreadful storm to save little Thirsey Wales' +life. + +When Ann came to herself a little, her first question was, if the +doctor were ready to go. + +"He's gone," said Mrs. Lovejoy, cheeringly. + +Ann felt disappointed. She had thought she was going back with him. +But that would have been impossible. She could not have stood the +journey for the second time that night, even on horseback behind the +doctor, as she had planned. + +She drank a second bowlful of herb tea, and went to bed with a hot +stone at her feet, and a great many blankets and coverlids over her. + +The next morning, Captain Lovejoy carried her home. He had a rough +wood sled, and she rode on that, on an old quilt; it was easier than +horseback, and she was pretty lame and tired. + +Mrs. Dorcas saw her coming and opened the door. When Ann came up on +the stoop, she just threw her arms around her and kissed her. + +"You needn't make the candle-wicks," said she. "It's no matter about +them at all. Thirsey's better this morning, an' I guess you saved her +life." + +Grandma was fairly bursting with pride and delight in her little +gal's brave feat, now that she saw her safe. She untied the gold +beads on her neck, and fastened them around Ann's. "There," said she, +"you may wear them to school to-day, if you'll be keerful." + +That day, with the gold beads by way of celebration, began a new era +in Ann's life. There was no more secret animosity between her and +Mrs. Dorcas. The doctor had come that night in the very nick of time. +Thirsey was almost dying. Her mother was fully convinced that Ann had +saved her life, and she never forgot it. She was a woman of strong +feelings, who never did things by halves, and she not only treated +Ann with kindness, but she seemed to smother her grudge against +Grandma for robbing her of the southwest fire-room. + + + +III + +The Adopted Daughter + + +The Inventory of the Estate of Samuel Wales Late of Braintree, Taken +by the Subscribers, March the 14th, 1761. + + His Purse in Cash . . . . . . . . L11-15-01 + His apparrel . . . . . . . . . .10-11-00 + His watch . . . . . . . . . . 2-13-04 + The Best Bed with two Coverlids, three sheets, + two underbeds, two Bolsters, two pillows, + Bedstead rope . . . . . . . L 6 + One mill Blanket, two Phlanel sheets, 12 toe + Sheets . . . . . . . . . L 3- 4- 8 + Eleven Towels & table Cloth . . . . . . 0-15- 0 + a pair of mittens & pr. of Gloves . . . . . 0- 2- 0 + a neck Handkerchief & neckband . . . . . 0- 4- 0 + an ovel Tabel--Two other Tabels . . . . . 1-12- 0 + A Chist with Draws . . . . . . . . 2- 8- 0 + Another Low Chist with Draws & three other + Chists . . . . . . . . . . 1-10- 0 + Six best Chears and a great chear . . . . . 1- 6- 0 + a warming pan--Two Brass Kittles . . . . . 1- 5- 0 + a Small Looking Glass, five Pewter Basons . . . 0- 7- 8 + fifteen other Chears . . . . . . . . 0-15- 0 + fire arms, Sword & bayonet . . . . . . 1- 4- 0 + Six Porringers, four platters, Two Pewter Pots L 1- 0- 4 + auger Chisel, Gimlet, a Bible & other Books . . 0-15- 0 + A chese press, great spinning-wheel, & spindle . 0- 9- 4 + a smith's anvil . . . . . . . . . 3-12- 0 + the Pillion . . . . . . . . . . 0- 8- 0 + a Bleu Jacket . . . . . . . . . . 0- 0- 3 + Aaron Whitcomb. + Silas White. + +The foregoing is only a small portion of the original inventory of +Samuel Wales' estate. He was an exceedingly well-to-do man for these +times. He had a good many acres of rich pasture and woodland, and +considerable live stock. Then his home was larger and more +comfortable than was usual then; and his stock of household utensils +plentiful. + +He died three years after Ann Ginnins went to live with Grandma, when +she was about thirteen years old. Grandma spared her to Mrs. Polly +for a few weeks after the funeral; there was a great deal to be done, +and she needed some extra help. And, after all, Ann was legally bound +to her, and her lawful servant. + +So the day after good Samuel Wales was laid away in the little +Braintree burying-ground, Ann returned to her old quarters for a +little while. She did not really want to go; but she did not object +to the plan at all. She was sincerely sorry for poor Mrs. Polly, and +wanted to help her, if she could. She mourned, herself, for Mr. +Samuel. He had always been very kind to her. + +Mrs. Polly had for company, besides Ann, Nabby Porter, Grandma's old +hired woman whom she had made over to her, and a young man who had +been serving as apprentice to Mr. Samuel. His name was Phineas Adams. +He was very shy and silent, but a good workman. + +Samuel Wales left a will bequeathing every thing to his widow; that +was solemnly read in the fore-room one afternoon; then the inventory +had to be taken. That on account of the amount of property was quite +an undertaking; but it was carried out with the greatest formality +and precision. + +For several days, Mr. Aaron Whitcomb, and Mr. Silas White, were +stalking majestically about the premises, with note-books and pens. +Aaron Whitcomb was a grave portly old man, with a large head of white +hair. Silas White was little and wiry and fussy. He monopolized the +greater part of the business, although he was not half as well fitted +for it as his companion. + +They pried into everything with religious exactitude. Mrs. Polly +watched them with beseeming awe and deference, but it was a great +trial to her, and she grew very nervous over it. It seemed dreadful +to have all her husband's little personal effects, down to his +neck-band and mittens, handled over, and their worth in shillings and +pence calculated. She had a price fixed on them already in higher +currency. + +Ann found her crying one afternoon sitting on the kitchen settle, +with her apron over her head. When she saw the little girl's pitying +look, she poured out her trouble to her. + +"They've just been valuing _his_ mittens and gloves," said she, +sobbing, "at two-and-sixpence. I shall be thankful, when they are +through." + +"Are there any more of _his_ things?" asked Ann, her black eyes +flashing, with the tears in them. + +"I think they've seen about all. There's his blue jacket he used to +milk in, a-hanging behind the shed-door--I guess they haven't valued +that yet." + +"I think it's a shame!" quoth Ann. "I don't believe there's any need +of so much law." + +"Hush, child! You mustn't set yourself up against the judgment of +your elders. Such things have to be done." + +Ann said no more, but the indignant sparkle did not fade out of her +eyes at all. She watched her opportunity, and took down Mr. Wales' +old blue jacket from its peg behind the shed-door, ran with it up +stairs and hid it in her own room behind the bed. "There," said she, +"Mrs. Wales sha'n't cry over _that!_" + +That night, at tea time, the work of taking the inventory was +complete. Mr. Whitcomb and Mr. White walked away with their long +lists, satisfied that they had done their duty according to the law. +Every article of Samuel Wales' property, from a warming pan to a +chest of drawers, was set down, with the sole exception of that old +blue jacket which Ann had hidden. + +She felt complacent over it at first; then she begun to be uneasy. + +"Nabby," said she confidentially to the old servant woman, when they +were washing the pewter plates together after supper, "what would +they do, if anybody shouldn't let them set down all the things--if +they hid some of 'em away, I mean?" + +"They'd make a dretful time on't," said Nabby, impressively. She was +a large, stern-looking old woman. "They air dretful perticklar 'bout +these things. They hev to be." + +Ann was scared when she heard that. When the dishes were done, she +sat down on the settle and thought it over, and made up her mind what +to do. + +The next morning, in the frosty dawning, before the rest of the +family were up, a slim, erect little figure could have been seen +speeding across lots toward Mr. Silas White's. She had the old blue +jacket tucked under her arm. When she reached the house, she spied +Mr. White just coming out of the back door with a milking pail. He +carried a lantern, too, for it was hardly light. + +He stopped, and stared, when Ann ran up to him. + +"Mr. White," said she, all breathless, "here's--something--I guess +yer didn't see yesterday." + +Mr. White set down the milk pail, took the blue jacket which she +handed him, and scrutinized it sharply, by the light of the lantern. + +"I guess we _didn't_ see it," said he, finally. + +"I will put it down--it's worth about three pence, I judge. Where"-- + +"Silas, Silas!" called a shrill voice from the house. Silas White +dropped the jacket and trotted briskly in, his lantern bobbing +agitatedly. He never delayed a moment when his wife called; important +and tyrannical as the little man was abroad, he had his own tyrant at +home. + +Ann did not wait for him to return; she snatched up the blue jacket +and fled home, leaping like a little deer over the hoary fields. She +hung up the precious old jacket behind the shed-door again, and no +one ever knew the whole story of its entrance in the inventory. If +she had been questioned, she would have told the truth boldly, +though. But Samuel Wales' Inventory had for its last item that blue +jacket, spelled after Silas White's own individual method, as was +many another word in the long list. Silas White consulted his own +taste with respect to capital letters too. + +After a few weeks, Grandma said she must have Ann again; and back she +went. Grandma was very feeble lately, and everybody humored her. Mrs. +Polly was sorry to have the little girl leave her. She said it was +wonderful how much she had improved. But she would not have admitted +that the improvement was owing to the different influence she had +been under; she said Ann had outgrown her mischievous ways. + +Grandma did not live very long after this however. Mrs. Polly had her +bound girl at her own disposal in a year's time. Poor Ann was +sorrowful enough for a long while after Grandma's death. She wore the +beloved gold beads round her neck, and a sad ache in her heart. The +dear old woman had taken the beads off her neck with her own hands +and given them to Ann before she died, that there might be no mistake +about it. + +Mrs. Polly said she was glad Ann had them. "You might jist as well +have 'em as Dorcas's girl," said she; "she set enough sight more by +you." + +Ann could not help growing cheerful again, after a while. Affairs in +Mrs. Polly's house were much brighter for her, in some ways, than +they had ever been before. + +Either the hot iron of affliction had smoothed some of the puckers +out of her mistress' disposition, or she was growing, naturally, less +sharp and dictatorial. Anyway, she was becoming as gentle and loving +with Ann as it was in her nature to be, and Ann, following her +impulsive temper, returned all the affection with vigor, and never +bestowed a thought on past unpleasantness. + +For the next two years, Ann's position in the family grew to be more +and more that of a daughter. If it had not been for the indentures +lying serenely in that tall wooden desk, she would almost have +forgotten, herself, that she was a bound girl. + +One spring afternoon, when Ann was about sixteen years old, her +mistress called her solemnly into the fore-room. "Ann," said she, +"come here, I want to speak to you." + +Nabby stared wonderingly; and Ann, as she obeyed, felt awed. There +was something unusual in her mistress's tone. + +Standing there in the fore-room, in the august company of the best +bed, with its high posts and flowered-chintz curtains, the best chest +of drawers, and the best chairs, Ann listened to what Mrs. Polly had +to tell her. It was a plan which almost took her breath away; for it +was this: Mrs. Polly proposed to adopt her, and change her name to +Wales. She would be no longer Ann Ginnins, and a bound girl; but Ann +Wales, and a daughter in her mother's home. + +Ann dropped into one of the best chairs, and sat there, her little +dark face very pale. "Should I have the--_papers?_" she gasped at +length. + +"Your papers? Yes, child, you can have them." + +"I don't want them!" cried Ann, "never. I want them to stay just +where they are, till my time is out. If I am adopted, I don't want +the papers!" + +Mrs. Polly stared. She had never known how Ann had taken the +indentures with her on her run-away trip years ago; but now Ann told +her the whole story. In her gratitude to her mistress, and her +contrition, she had to. + +It was so long ago in Ann's childhood, it did not seem so very +dreadful to Mrs. Polly, probably. But Ann insisted on the indentures +remaining in the desk, even after the papers of adoption were made +out, and she had become "Ann Wales." It seemed to go a little way +toward satisfying her conscience. This adoption meant a good deal to +Ann; for besides a legal home, and a mother, it secured to her a +right in a comfortable property in the future. Mrs. Polly Wales was +considered very well off. She was a smart business-woman, and knew +how to take care of her property too. She still hired Phineas Adams +to carry on the blacksmith's business, and kept her farm-work running +just as her husband had. Neither she nor Ann were afraid of work, and +Ann Wales used to milk the cows, and escort them to and from pasture, +as faithfully as Ann Ginnins. + +It was along in spring time when Ann was adopted, and Mrs. Polly +fulfilled her part of the contract in the indentures by getting the +Sunday suit therein spoken of. + +They often rode on horseback to meeting, but they usually walked on +the fine Sundays in spring. Ann had probably never been so happy in +her life as she was walking by Mrs. Polly's side to meeting that +first Sunday after her adoption. Most of the way was through the +woods; the tender light green boughs met over their heads; the +violets and anemones were springing beside their path. There were +green buds and white blossoms all around; the sky showed blue between +the waving branches, and the birds were singing. + +Ann in her pretty petticoat of rose-colored stuff, stepping daintily +over the young grass and the flowers, looked and felt like a part of +it all. Her dark cheeks had a beautiful red glow on them; her black +eyes shone. She was as straight and graceful and stately as an Indian. + +"She's as handsome as a picture," thought Mrs. Polly in her secret +heart. A good many people said that Ann resembled Mrs. Polly in her +youth, and that may have added force to her admiration. + +Her new gown was very fine for those days; but fine as she was, and +adopted daughter though she was, Ann did not omit her thrifty ways +for once. This identical morning Mrs. Polly and she carried their +best shoes under their arms, and wore their old ones, till within a +short distance from the meeting-house. Then the old shoes were tucked +away under a stone wall for safety, and the best ones put on. Stone +walls, very likely, sheltered a good many well-worn little shoes, of +a Puritan Sabbath, that their prudent owners might appear in the +House of God trimly shod. Ah! these beautiful, new peaked-toed, +high-heeled shoes of Ann's--what would she have said to walking in +them _all_ the way to meeting! + +If that Sunday was an eventful one to Ann Wales, so was the week +following. The next Tuesday, right after dinner, she was up in a +little unfinished chamber over the kitchen, where they did such work +when the weather permitted, carding wool. All at once, she heard +voices down below. They had a strange inflection, which gave her +warning at once. She dropped her work and listened: "What _is_ the +matter?" thought she. + +Then there was a heavy tramp on the stairs, and Captain Abraham +French stood in the door, his stern weather-beaten face white and +set. Mrs. Polly followed him, looking very pale and excited. + +"When did you see anything of our Hannah?" asked Captain French, +controlling as best he could the tremor in his resolute voice. + +Ann rose, gathering up her big blue apron, cards, wool and all. "Oh," +she cried, "not since last Sabbath, at meeting! What is it?" + +"She's lost," answered Captain French. "She started to go up to her +Aunt Sarah's Monday forenoon; and Enos has just been down, and they +haven't seen anything of her." Poor Captain French gave a deep groan. + +Then they all went down into the kitchen together, talking and +lamenting. And then, Captain French was galloping away on his gray +horse to call assistance, and Ann was flying away over the fields, +blue apron, cards, wool and all. + +"O, Ann!" Mrs. Polly cried after, "where are you going?" + +"I'm going--to find--_Hannah!_" Ann shouted back, in a shrill, +desperate voice, and kept on. + +She had no definite notion as to where she was going; she had only +one thought--Hannah French, her darling, tender little Hannah French, +her friend whom she loved better than a sister, was lost. + +A good three miles from the Wales home was a large tract of rough +land, half swamp, known as "Bear Swamp." There was an opinion, more +or less correct, that bears might be found there. Some had been shot +in that vicinity. Why Ann turned her footsteps in that direction, she +could not have told herself. Possibly the vague impression of +conversations she and Hannah had had, lingering in her mind, had +something to do with it. Many a time the two little girls had +remarked to each other with a shudder, "How awful it would be to get +lost in Bear Swamp." + +Anyway, Ann went straight there, through pasture and woodland, over +ditches and stone walls. She knew every step of the way for a long +distance. When she gradually got into the unfamiliar wilderness of +the swamp, a thought struck her--suppose she got lost too! It would +be easy enough--the unbroken forest stretched for miles in some +directions. She would not find a living thing but Indians; and, +maybe, wild beasts, the whole distance. + +If she should get lost she would not find Hannah, and the people +would have to hunt for her too. But Ann had quick wits for an +emergency. She had actually carried those cards, with a big wad of +wool between them all the time, in her gathered-up apron. Now she +began picking off little bits of wool and marking her way with them, +sticking them on the trees and bushes. Every few feet a fluffy scrap +of wool showed the road Ann had gone. + +But poor Ann went on, farther and farther--and no sign of Hannah. She +kept calling her, from time to time, hallooing at the top of her +shrill sweet voice: "Hannah! Hannah! Hannah Fre-nch." + +But never a response got the dauntless little girl, slipping almost +up to her knees, sometimes, in black swamp-mud; and sometimes +stumbling painfully over tree-stumps, and through tangled undergrowth. + +"I'll go till my wool gives out," said Ann Wales; then she used it +more sparingly. + +But it was almost gone before she thought she heard in the distance a +faint little cry in response to her call: "Hannah! Hannah Fre-nch!" +She called again and listened. Yes; she certainly did hear a little +cry off toward the west. Calling from time to time, she went as +nearly as she could in that direction. The pitiful answering cry grew +louder and nearer; finally Ann could distinguish Hannah's voice. + +Wild with joy, she came, at last, upon her sitting on a fallen +hemlock-tree, her pretty face pale, and her sweet blue eyes strained +with terror. + +"O, Hannah!" "O, Ann!" + +"How did you ever get here, Hannah?" + +"I--started for aunt Sarah's--that morning," explained Hannah, +between sobs. "And--I got frightened, in the woods, about a mile from +father's. I saw something ahead, I thought was a bear. A great black +thing! Then I ran--and, somehow, the first thing I knew, I was lost. +I walked and walked, and it seems to me I kept coming right back to +the same place. Finally I sat down here, and staid; I thought it was +all the way for me to be found." + +"O, Hannah, what did you do last night?" + +"I staid somewhere, under some pine trees," replied Hannah, with a +shudder, "and I kept hearing things--O Ann!" + +Ann hugged her sympathizingly. "I guess I wouldn't have slept much if +I had known," said she. "O Hannah, you haven't had anything to eat! +ain't you starved?" + +Hannah laughed faintly. "I ate up two whole pumpkin pies I was +carrying to aunt Sarah," said she. + +"O how lucky it was you had them!" + +"Yes; mother called me back to get them, after I started. They were +some new ones, made with cream, and she thought aunt Sarah would like +them." + +Pretty soon they started. It was hard work; for the way was very +rough, and poor Hannah weak. But Ann had a good deal of strength in +her lithe young frame, and she half carried Hannah over the worst +places. Still both of the girls were pretty well spent when they came +to the last of the bits of wool on the border of Bear Swamp. However, +they kept on a little farther; then they had to stop and rest. "I +know where I am now," said Hannah, with a sigh of delight; "but I +don't think I can walk another step." She was, in fact, almost +exhausted. + +Ann looked at her thoughtfully. She hardly knew what to do. She could +not carry Hannah herself--indeed, her own strength began to fail; and +she did not want to leave her to go for assistance. + +All of a sudden, she jumped up. "You stay just where you are a few +minutes, Hannah," said she. "I'm going somewhere. I'll be back soon." +Ann was laughing. + +Hannah looked up at her pitifully: "O Ann, don't go!" + +"I'm coming right back, and it is the only way. You must get home. +Only think how your father and mother are worrying!" + +Hannah said no more after that mention of her parents, and Ann +started. + +She was not gone long. When she came in sight she was laughing, and +Hannah, weak as she was, laughed, too. Ann had torn her blue apron +into strips, and tied it together for a rope, and by it she was +leading a red cow. + +Hannah knew the cow, and knew at once what the plan was. + +"O Ann! you mean for me to ride Betty!" + +"Of course I do. I just happened to think our cows were in the +pasture, down below here. And we've ridden Betty, lots of times, when +we were children, and she's just as gentle now. Whoa, Betty, good +cow." + +It was very hard work to get Hannah on to the broad back of her novel +steed, but it was finally accomplished. Betty had been a perfect pet +from a calf, and was exceedingly gentle. She started off soberly +across the fields, with Hannah sitting on her back, and Ann leading +her by her blue rope. + +It was a funny cavalcade for Captain Abraham French and a score of +anxious men to meet, when they were nearly in sight of home; but they +were too overjoyed to see much fun in it. + +Hannah rode the rest of the way with her father on his gray horse; +and Ann walked joyfully by her side, leading the cow. + +Captain French and his friends had, in fact, just started to search +Bear Swamp, well armed with lanterns, for night was coming on. + +It was dark when they got home. Mrs. French was not much more +delighted to see her beloved daughter Hannah safe again, than Mrs. +Polly was to see Ann. + +She listened admiringly to the story Ann told. + +"Nobody but you would have thought of the wool or of the cow," said +she. + +"I do declare," cried Ann, at the mention of the wool, "I have lost +the cards!" + +"Never mind the cards!" said Mrs. Polly. + + + +IV + +The "Horse House" Deed + + +Know all Men By These Presents, that I Seth Towner of Braintree, in +the County of Suffolk & Province of the Massachusetts Bay in New +England, Gent. In Consideration that I may promote & encourage the +worship of God, I have given liberty to Ephriam, and Atherton Wales, +& Th'o:s Penniman of Stoughton who attend Publick worship with us to +erect a Stable or Horse House, on my Land near the Meeting House, in +the South Precinct in Braintree afores:d, to serve their Horses, +while attending the service of God--and to the intent that the s:d +Ephriam, Atherton & Thomas, their Heirs or assignes shall and may +hereafter So long as they or any of them incline or Desire to keep up +& maintain a Horse House for the afores:d use and Purpose; have s:d +Land whereon s:d House Stands without mollestation: I the said Seth +Towner for my Selfe, my Heirs, exec. and admin.: Do hereby Covenant +promise bind & oblige my selfe & them to warrant & Defend the +afores:d Privilege of Land. To the s:d Ephriam Wales, Atherton Wales, +& Tho:s Penniman their Heirs or assignes So long as they or any of +them keep a Horse House their, for the afores:d use: they keeping s:d +House in Such repair at all times, as that I the s:d Seth Towner, my +Heirs or assignes, may not receive Damage by any Creature Coming +through s:d House into my Land adjoining. In Witness Whereof, I the +s:d Seth Towner have hereunto set my Hand & Seal the first Day of +November One Thous. and Seven Hundred Sixty & four: in the fifth year +of his Majesty's Reign George the third King etc. + + Signed Sealed and Del:d + presence of Seth Towner, Daniel Linfield, Simeon Thayer." + +Ann's two uncles by adoption, and Thomas Penniman of Stoughton, were +well pleased to get this permission to erect a stable, or +Horse-House, as they put it then, to shelter their horses during +divine worship. The want of one had long been a sore inconvenience to +them. The few stables already erected around the meeting-house, could +not accommodate half of the horses congregated there on a Puritan +Sabbath, and every barn, for a quarter of a mile about, was put into +requisition on severe days. After the women had dismounted from their +pillions at the meeting-house door, the men-folks patiently rode the +horses to some place of shelter, and then trudged back through the +snow-drifts, wrestling with the icy wind. + +So this new "Horse-House" was a great benefit to the Waleses, and to +the Pennimans, who lived three miles from them over the Stoughton +line. They were all constant meeting-folks. Hard indeed was the storm +which could keep a Wales or a Penniman away from meeting. + +Mrs. Polly Wales' horses were accommodated in this new stable also. +In the winter time, there were two of them; one which she and Ann +rode, Ann using the pillion, and one for Nabby Porter. Phineas Adams +always walked. Often the sturdy young blacksmith was at the +meeting-house, before the women, and waiting to take their horses. + +One Sunday, the winter after the Horse-House was built, Mrs. Polly, +Ann, Phineas, and Nabby went to meeting as usual. It was a very cold, +bleak day; the wind blew in through the slight wooden walls of the +old meeting-house, and the snow lay in little heaps here and there. +There was no stove in the building, as every one knows. Some of the +women had hot bricks and little foot-stoves, and that was all. Ann +did not care for either. She sat up straight in the comfortless, +high-backed pew. Her cheeks were as red as her crimson cloak, her +black eyes shone like stars. She let Mrs. Polly and Nabby have the +hot stones, but her own agile little feet were as warm as toast. +Little Hannah French, over across the meeting-house, looked chilled +and blue, but somehow Ann never seemed to be affected much by the +cold. + +The Wales pew was close to a window on the south side; the side where +the new stable was. Indeed Ann could see it, if she looked out. She +sat next the window because the other women minded the draught more. + +Right across the aisle from Mrs. Polly's pew was Thomas Penniman's. +He was there with his wife, and six stalwart sons. The two youngest, +Levi and John, were crowded out of the pew proper, and sat in the one +directly back. + +John sat at the end. He was a tall, handsome young fellow, two or +three years older than Ann. He was well spoken of amongst his +acquaintances for two reasons. First, on account of his own brave, +steady character; and second, on account of his owning one of the +finest horses anywhere about. A good horse was, if anything, a more +important piece of property then than now. This one was a beautiful +bay. They called him "Red Robin." + +To-day, Red Robin was carefully blanketed and fastened in the new +stable. John thought when he tied him there how thankful he was he +had such a good shelter this bitter day. He felt grateful to +Lieutenant Seth Turner, who owned all the land hereabouts and had +given the liberty to build it. + +The people all sat quietly listening to the long sermon. Two hours +long it was. When the minister perched up in his beetling pulpit with +the sounding-board over his head, was about half through his +discourse, Ann Wales happened to glance out of the window at her +side. She rarely did such a thing in meeting-time; indeed she had +been better instructed. How she happened to to-day, she could not +have told, but she did. + +It was well she did. Just at that moment, a man in a gray cloak +sprang into the Horse-House, and began untying John Penniman's Red +Robin. + +Ann gave one glance; then she never hesitated. There was no time to +send whispers along the pew; to tell Phineas Adams to give the alarm. + +Out of the pew darted Ann, like a red robin herself, her read cloak +flying back, crowding nimbly past the others, across the aisle to +John Penniman. + +"Somebody's stealing Red Robin, John," said she in a clear whisper. +They heard it for several pews around. Up sprang the pewful of +staunch Pennimans, father and sons, and made for the door in a great +rush after John, who was out before the whisper had much more than +left Ann's lips. + +The alarm spread; other men went too. The minister paused, and the +women waited. Finally the men returned, all but a few who were +detailed to watch the horses through the remainder of the services, +and the meeting proceeded. + +Phineas sent the whisper along the pew, that John had got out in time +to save Red Robin; but the robber had escaped. Somehow, he had taken +alarm before John got there. Red Robin was standing in the stable +untied; but the robber had disappeared. + +After meeting the people all came and questioned Ann. "He was a very +tall man, in a gray cloak," said she. "He turned his face, or I saw +it, just for one second, when I looked. He had black eyes and a dark +curling beard." + +It seemed very extraordinary. If it had not been for Red Robin's +being untied, they would almost have doubted if Ann had seen rightly. +The thief had disappeared so suddenly and utterly, it almost seemed +impossible that he could have been there at all. + +There was much talk over it after meeting. "Are you _sure_ you saw +him, Ann?" Mrs. Polly asked. + +"Yes; I am _sure_," Ann would reply. She began to feel rather +uncomfortable over it. She feared people would think she had been +napping and dreaming although Red Robin _was_ untied. + +That night the family were all in bed at nine o'clock, as usual; but +Ann up in her snug feather-bed in her little western chamber, could +not sleep. She kept thinking about the horse-thief, and grew more and +more nervous. Finally she thought of some fine linen cloth she and +Mrs. Polly had left out in the snowy field south of the house to +bleach, and she worried about that. A web of linen cloth and a horse +were very dissimilar booty; but a thief was a thief. Suppose anything +should happen to the linen they had worked so hard over! + +At last, she could not endure it any longer. Up she got, put on her +clothes hurriedly, crept softly down stairs and out doors. There was +a full moon and it was almost as light as day. The snow looked like a +vast sheet of silver stretching far away over the fields. + +Ann was hastening along the path between two high snowbanks when all +of a sudden she stopped, and gave a choked kind of a scream. No one +with nerves could have helped it. Right in the path before her stood +the horse-thief, gray cloak and all. + +Ann turned, after her scream and first wild stare, and ran. But the +man caught her before she had taken three steps. "Don't scream," he +said in a terrible, anxious whisper. "Don't make a noise, for God's +sake! They're after me! Can't you hide me?" + +"No," said Ann, white and trembling all over but on her mettle, "I +won't. You are a sinful man, and you ought to be punished. I won't do +a thing to help you!" + +The man's face bending over her was ghastly in the moonlight. He went +on pleading. "If you will hide me somewhere about your place, they +will not find me," said he, still in that sharp agonized whisper. +"They are after me--can't you hear them?" + +Ann could, listening, hear distant voices on the night air. + +"I was just going to hide in your barn," said the thief, "when I met +you. O let me in there, now! don't betray me!" + +Great tears were rolling down his bearded cheeks. Ann began to waver. +"They might look in the barn," said she hesitatingly. + +The man followed up his advantages. "Then hide me in the house," said +he. "I have a daughter at home, about your age. She's waiting for me, +and it's long she'll wait, and sad news she'll get at the end of the +waiting, if you don't help me. She hasn't any mother, she's a little +tender thing--it'll kill her!" He groaned as he said it. + +The voices came nearer. Ann hesitated no longer. "Come," said she, +"quick!" + +Then she fled into the house, the man following. Inside, she bolted +the door, and made her unwelcome guest take off his boots in the +kitchen, and follow her softly up stairs with them in his hand. + +Ann's terror, leading him up, almost overwhelmed her. What if anybody +should wake! Nabby slept near the head of the stairs. Luckily, she +was a little deaf, and Ann counted on that. + +She conducted the man across a little entry into a back, unfurnished +chamber, where, among other things, were stored some chests of grain. +The moon shone directly in the window of the attic-chamber, so it was +light enough to distinguish objects quite plainly. + +Ann tiptoed softly from one grain-chest to another. There were three +of them. Two were quite full; the third was nearly empty. + +"Get in here," said Ann. "Don't make any noise." + +He climbed in obediently, and Ann closed the lid. The chest was a +rickety old affair and full of cracks--there was no danger but he +would have air enough. She heard the voices out in the yard, as she +shut the lid. Back she crept softly into her own room, undressed and +got into bed. She could hear the men out in the yard quite plainly. +"We've lost him again," she heard one of them say. + +Presently Phineas Adams opened a window, and shouted out, to know +what was the matter. + +"Seen anything of the horse-thief?" queried a voice from the yard. + +"No!" said Phineas. "I have been asleep these three hours. You just +waked me up." + +"He was hiding under the meeting-house," said the voice, "must have +slipped in there this morning, when we missed him. We went down there +and watched to-night, and almost caught him. But he disappeared a +little below here, and we've lost him again. It's my opinion he's an +evil spirit in disguise. He ran like the wind, in amongst the trees, +where we couldn't follow with the horses. Are you sure he did not +skulk in here somewhere? Sim White thinks he did." + +"I knew I saw him turn the corner of the lane," chimed in another +voice, "and we've scoured the woods." + +"I think we'd better search the barn, anyhow," some one else said, +and a good many murmured assent. + +"Wait a minute, I'll be down," said Phineas, shutting his window. + +How long poor Ann lay there shaking, she never knew. It seemed hours. +She heard Phineas go down stairs, and unlock the door. She heard them +tramp into the barn. "O, if I had hidden him there!" she thought. + +After a while, she heard them out in the yard again. "He could _not_ +have gotten into the house, in any way," she heard one man remark +speculatively. How she waited for the response. It came in Phineas +Adams' slow, sensible tones: "How could he? Didn't you hear me unbolt +the door when I came out? The doors are all fastened, I saw to it +myself." + +"Well, of course he didn't," agreed the voice. + +At last, Phineas came in, and Ann heard them go. She was so thankful. +However, the future perplexities, which lay before her, were enough +to keep her awake for the rest of the night. In the morning, a new +anxiety beset her. The poor thief must have some breakfast. She could +easily have smuggled some dry bread up to him; but she did want him +to have some of the hot Indian mush, which the family had. Ann, +impulsive in this as everything, now that she had made up her mind to +protect a thief, wanted to do it handsomely. She did want him to have +some of that hot mush; but how could she manage it? + +The family at the breakfast table discussed the matter of the +horse-thief pretty thoroughly. It was a hard ordeal for poor Ann, who +could not take easily to deception. She had unexpected trouble too +with Nabby. Nabby _had_ waked up the preceding night. + +"I didn't see anything," proclaimed Nabby; "but I heerd a noise. I +think there's mice out in the grain-chist in the back chamber." + +"I must go up there and look," said Mrs. Polly. "They did +considerable mischief, last year." + +Ann turned pale; what if she should take it into her head to look +that day! + +She watched her chance very narrowly for the hot mush; and after +breakfast she caught a minute, when Phineas had gone to work, and +Mrs. Polly was in the pantry, and Nabby down cellar. She had barely +time to fill a bowl with mush, and scud. + +How lightly she stepped over that back chamber floor, and how +gingerly she opened the grain-chest lid. The thief looked piteously +out at her from his bed of Indian corn. He was a handsome man, +somewhere between forty and fifty. Indeed he came of a very good +family in a town not so very far away. Horse-thiefs numbered some +very respectable personages in their clan in those days sometimes. + +They carried on a whispered conversation while he ate. It was +arranged that Ann was to assist him off that night. + +What a day poor Ann had, listening and watching in constant terror +every moment, for fear something would betray her. Beside, her +conscience troubled her sadly; she was far from being sure that she +was doing right in hiding a thief from justice. But the poor man's +tears, and the mention of his daughter, had turned the scale with +her; she could not give him up. + +Her greatest fear was lest Mrs. Polly should take a notion to search +for mice in the grain-chests. She so hoped Nabby would not broach the +subject again. But there was a peculiarity about Nabby--she had an +exceedingly bitter hatred of rats and mice. Still there was no danger +of her investigating the grain-chests on her own account, for she was +very much afraid. She would not have lifted one of those lids, with +the chance of a rat or mouse being under it, for the world. If ever a +mouse was seen in the kitchen Nabby took immediate refuge on the +settle or the table and left some one else to do the fighting. + +So Nabby, being so constituted, could not be easy on the subject this +time. All day long she heard rats and mice in the grain-chests; she +stopped and listened with her broom, and she stopped and listened +with her mop. + +Ann went to look, indeed that was the way she smuggled the thief's +dinner to him, but her report of nothing the matter with the grain +did not satisfy Nabby. She had more confidence in Mrs. Polly. But +Mrs. Polly did not offer to investigate herself until after supper. +They had been very busy that day, washing, and now there was churning +to do. Ann sat at the churn, Mrs. Polly was cutting up apples for +pies; and Nabby was washing dishes, when the rats and mice smote her +deaf ears again. + +"I knew I heerd 'em then," she said; "I don't believe but what them +grain-chists is full of 'em." + +"I am going to look," quoth Mrs. Polly then, in a tone of decision, +and straightway she rose and got a candle. + +Ann's heart beat terribly. "O, I wouldn't go up there to-night," said +she. + +"Yes; I am going. I'm going to satisfy Nabby about the rats in the +grain-chest, if I can." + +She was out the door, at the foot of the stairs, Nabby behind her, +dishcloth and plate in hand, peering fearfully over her shoulder. Ann +was in despair. Only one chance of averting the discovery suggested +itself to her. _She tipped over the churn._ "O, oh!" she screamed. +Back rushed Mrs. Polly and Nabby, and that ended the rat-hunt for +that night. The waste of all that beautiful cream was all Mrs. Polly +could think of--prudent housewife that she was. + +So in the night, when the moon was up, and the others were sound +asleep, Ann assisted her thief safely out of the grain-chest and out +of the house. "But, first," said Ann Wales, pausing bravely, with her +hand on the grain-chest lid, speaking in a solemn whisper, "before I +let you out, you must make me a promise." + +"What?" came back feebly. + +"That you will never, never, steal a horse again. If you don't +promise, I will give you up, now." + +"I promise I won't," said the man, readily. + +Let us hope he never did. That, speeding out into the clear winter +night, he did bear with him a better determination in his heart. At +all events, there were no more attempts made to rob the new +Horse-House at the Braintree meeting-house. Many a Sunday after that, +Red Robin stood there peaceful and unmolested. Occasionally, as the +years went by, he was tied, of a Sunday night, in Mrs. Polly Wales' +barn. + +For, by and by, his master, good brave young John Penniman, married +Ann Wales. The handsomest couple that ever went into the +meeting-house, people said. Ann's linen-chest was well stocked; and +she had an immense silk bonnet, with a worked white veil, a velvet +cloak, and a flowered damask petticoat for her wedding attire. Even +Hannah French had nothing finer when she was married to Phineas Adams +a year later. + +All the drawback to the happiness was that John had taken some land +up in Vermont, and there the young couple went, shortly after the +wedding. It was a great cross to Mrs. Polly; but she bore it bravely. +Not a tear sparkled in her black eyes, watching the pair start off +down the bridle-path, riding Red Robin, Ann on a pillion behind her +husband. But, sitting down beside her lonely hearth when she entered +the house, she cried bitterly. "I did hope I could keep Ann with me +as long as I lived," she sobbed. + +"Don't you take on," said Nabby, consolingly. "You take my word +for't, they'll be back 'afore long." + +Nabby proved a true prophet. Red Robin did come trotting back from +the Vermont wilds, bearing his master and mistress before long. +Various considerations induced them to return; and Mrs. Polly was +overjoyed. They came to live with her. + +Riding through the wilderness to Vermont on their wedding journey, +Ann had confessed to her husband how she had secreted the thief who +had tried to steal his Red Robin. She had been afraid to tell; but he +had turned on the saddle, and smiled down in her face. "I am content +that the man is safe," said John Penniman. "Prithee, why should I +wish him evil, whilst I am riding along with thee, on Red Robin, Ann?" + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Adventures of Ann, by Mary E. 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