Christmas gold, p.434
Christmas Gold, page 434
"We win, we win!" exclaimed Toad, throwing his hat into the air. "Three cheers for Captain Reddy!"
"Hurrah!" shouted all the boys.
Chapter IV.
Chuck's Rude Awakening
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The day before Christmas dawned bright and cold. Mother Brown, who had been up early, made some wonderful Christmas pies and a pudding before Toad and Chuck were awake.
It was eight o'clock before Toad opened one eye.
"What's the use of getting up," he thought, "I'm so warm and comfortable here in bed. My, but something smells awfully good. Wonder if it's breakfast."
Suddenly he sat up straight in bed.
"Look at that lazy thing," he declared. "Bet he'd sleep until noon if I'd let him, and with all we have to do to-day."
Chuck continued to snore peacefully.
"But I won't—I'll have some fun," thought Toad, as quietly, with as little noise as possible, he crept from his bed to the basin in one corner of the room. It took him only a few seconds to wet a large sponge with cold water, then, creeping very carefully back to the foot of Chuck's bed, he took careful aim.
The sponge flew through the air true to its mark and landed "kersplash" on Chuck's tousled brown head.
"W-w-w-what's the matter?" spluttered Chuck, sitting up and blinking his eyes. Then, as he felt the water trickling down his cheeks and caught sight of Toad, doubled up with laughter, he jumped out of bed and, running across the room, he pushed Toad flat on his back on the bed and sat upon his chest.
"Let me up," pleaded Toad. "I couldn't help it, you looked so sweet."
"What'll you give me if I do?" laughed Chuck. "You've got to pay for that smart trick before I let you up."
"Nothing!" gasped Toad, trying very hard to free himself.
"Oho!" laughed Chuck. "You won't, eh? Well," he added, "I don't mind sitting here all day. I'm real comfortable."
At this moment there came a knock at the door and before either of the boys could answer Father Brown entered.
"What's up?" he inquired.
"Toad hit me in the face with a wet sponge while I was asleep," explained Chuck, "and he's going to give me something for it."
"Then why are you sitting on him?" asked Father.
"Because he says he won't," replied Chuck with a grin.
"I suppose you'll have to pay up Thomas," laughed Father. "Anyway, I hope you'll both be down to breakfast soon," he added—"before all the cakes are gone. I've a terrible appetite this morning," and with these words he left the room.
"Do you give up now?" asked Chuck.
"No, sir," persisted Toad.
"Remember what he said about the cakes. They'll be hot ones with lots of maple syrup," teased Chuck.
"Well, you're missing them, too," retorted Toad.
"I guess I'll let you off this time," relented Chuck, "but if you ever do it again," he threatened, "I'll hold you down for a week, cakes or no cakes."
"You'd starve to death in that time," argued Toad, with a laugh as he commenced to hurry into his clothing.
The boys were seated at the table, a half hour later, and had just eaten the last of the griddle cakes, when Reddy's whistle was heard. Toad, jumping up from the table, ran over to the window and beckoned to Reddy to come into the house.
"What are you going to do this morning?" was Reddy's first remark as he entered the room.
"We're going for Christmas greens and Dad's going to cut our tree from away up on the hillside," Toad told him, "and," he added, "we're going to take one of the horses with us to drag it home."
"Oh, that's great!" replied Reddy. "Do you start soon?"
"Don't you want to go, too?" asked Chuck. "And maybe we can get Fat and Herbie, too," he added.
"If such a crowd goes, and everybody gathers greens," laughed Toad, "what will we ever do with all of them?"
Mother Brown answered him from the doorway.
"Why not take some of them to the church? I'm sure the ladies who are trimming it will be glad to use all that you can give them."
"That's a splendid idea," declared Father Brown, rising from his seat by the fireplace. "Come, boys, bundle up well, because it's going to be a cold drive."
"I'll run ahead to get the others," called Chuck as he hurried from the room.
Chapter V.
The Adventure in the Snow
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"I'm glad we brought the sleigh," Father Brown remarked, as they were driving along at a fair pace, a little later, "as we never could have gotten through with a wagon in this deep snow."
They were now starting up the hill and the horse's feet sank deeply into the snow drifts, although his load was not heavy, as the boys took turns walking, so that only two of them were riding at a time.
"When we reach the first clearing," Father proposed, "we'll cut the greens and then leave them in a pile by the roadside, for it is likely we shall have to go up still higher before we can find the tree we want."
After going on a few yards more he shouted:
"Here's the place; all hands to work!" and the boys started in with a will, bringing to the roadside great heaps of boughs and woodvines, some of them covered with red berries and others with grey.
Within a short time they had gathered a large pile of the greens, so they decided it was time to start out to find the tree.
"The tree must be full and the top perfect," declared Father Brown, "so keep your eyes open for it."
"What's the matter with that one?" demanded Toad, pointing to a big fir some distance away.
"Nothing at all the matter with it," laughed Chuck, "only the house is too small to hold it."
"There's a nice one," called out Herbie, pointing to the one he meant.
"Yes, that's a beauty," agreed Father Brown, "and easy to get at, too."
After clearing away the smaller branches near the ground, by chopping them off with the axe, Father Brown then started to work on the trunk of the tree.
"Wouldn't it be nice," suggested Fat, "if we didn't have to cut it down at all,—just trim it outside? It would save so much time and trouble."
"Oh, yes, that would be great," agreed Reddy. "We'd just sit around on the snow eating ice cream and look at the tree," and he gave a hearty laugh in which all the others joined.
"Well, I'll bet they do it in Greenland and Iceland," persisted Fat, "so why couldn't we?"
"Because we don't wear white Polar bear clothes," laughed Chuck.
"There she comes,—she's falling!" cried the boys.
"Stay where you are until it's down," called Father Brown to the boys.
"There she comes! She's falling!" cried the boys.
There was a sharp creak and a swish of branches as the tree came down, and the boys now rushed over to help tie up the branches.
When that part of the work was finished, Reddy sang out:
"All together! Lift her on the sled. One, two, three!" and up it went.
"Nobody gets a ride home," called out Chuck, "because the greens have to go on top of the tree."
"Oh!" wailed Fat, "if I can't ride I'll roll down. I hate to walk."
By the time they had reached the fields the worst part of the trip was over.
"We'll cut over to the road that runs past the church," said Father Brown, "and leave some of the greens there," at which the horse was headed in that direction.
As they came to the road they saw a short distance from them an object in the snow and as they drew nearer it proved to be a little fellow, deep in a snow drift. His hands were blue with the cold and as Father Brown picked him up in his arms he tried to speak, but couldn't.
"I know who he is," volunteered Herbie. "He's Patsy O'Reilly, and he lives over there," pointing to a small house up the road. "His brother Mike goes to school with me," he continued.
"I'll carry him home," said Father, "as you boys are able to handle things all right now," saying which, he started off to the little house with Patsy in his arms.
Chuck, to whom Father Brown had handed the reins now started to drive the horse toward home.
When the boys arrived at the church and had carried in the greens, the ladies were delighted, and one of them even tried to kiss Reddy, but he hurried away just in time.
Chapter VI.
Toad's Unselfishness
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When they reached home Chuck drove the sleigh up to the side door, where the boys quickly unloaded the greens. They then lifted the tree to the piazza and when this had been done Chuck drove the horse to the stable.
"Let's go in and get our hands warm before we take in the greens," suggested Toad, and soon they were all laughing and talking before the great fire in the library.
Fat had just asked the others if they remembered the day Mr. Brown had told them about the Indians that used to live in the woods where they found the tree, when a man's voice was heard from the hall.
"It's going to be a sad Christmas for them, I'm afraid, for both parents are ill and the three helpless children are waiting for Santa Claus to come," the boys heard Father Brown say.
"How sad," was Mrs. Brown's answer, as they both went into the kitchen and the boys could hear no more.
"They must be talking about the O'Reillys," commented Fat. "Mike's a friend of mine and I'm sorry he isn't going to have any Christmas."
"So am I," echoed Herbie, after a short silence.
Chuck said he'd hate to awaken Christmas morning and not find any presents.
"Guess I've been mighty selfish wanting so many things," he thought.
Toad and Reddy, who had moved away from the other boys, were talking together in low, excited whispers. Then, when the others went to the window to look at the green outside, they slipped from the room and hurried down the hall to the kitchen.
"Mother," called Toad from the doorway, "may we speak to you for a minute?"
Mother Brown handed the bowl in which she had been stirring something to the cook and crossed the room toward the boys, saying as she did so:
"I can only spare a few minutes to-day, Thomas, for I am very busy."
"But, Mother," exclaimed Toad, "we have a great idea!"
"It's a Christmas surprise party," chimed in Reddy, "for the O'Reillys," and together the two boys went on to tell Mrs. Brown of their plans.
"If we could just have the horse and sleigh to get around in," ventured Toad. "Do you think Father would allow us to hitch old Meg to the big sleigh?"
"It's a wonderful idea," agreed Mother Brown. "Suppose you ask him. But how about presents for the three children? Have you thought of that?"
"If it were only after Christmas we could give away some of our new things," sighed Toad.
"But would you give them away?" asked his mother. "Supposing you were going to get a sled,—the kind you have been wanting," and she paused to hear Toad's answer.
He thought very hard for a moment, then answered:
"Yes, because I always get a lot of things and it might be the only present Mike would get."
"Well," remarked his mother, "I have bought you a sled, and you may give it to him."
Reddy looked at Toad, as Mother Brown turned toward the kitchen.
"Are you sorry now that you said 'yes'?" he asked.
"No, I'm not," returned Toad.
"Well, I'll ask Mother to let me give them something new of mine, too," declared Reddy consolingly, putting his arm about Toad's shoulder.
Chapter VII.
The Boys Plan a Surprise
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At two o'clock the sleigh was ready, for Father Brown had willingly given the boys permission to use it that afternoon. It was planned to have Chuck drive, for Toad, Reddy, Fat and Herbie expected to be too busy calling at the different houses to gather the presents which they hoped to collect for the O'Reillys.
"Let's stop at Bailey's first," suggested Fat, "as we're sure to get something there."
"Who'll go to the door?" questioned Herbie.
"All go," answered Chuck. "That's the best way." So in a group they rang the bell and waited, Chuck remaining in the sleigh.
No one came in answer to their ring.
"All out," sighed Fat; but Toad gave the bell another pull.
"Bet they're all in the kitchen baking things and didn't hear it," he remarked.
"There's someone coming now," whispered Reddy, and as the door opened:
"Good afternoon," said all the boys in chorus.
"Mercy upon us, where did you all come from?" exclaimed Mrs. Bailey, and, as Toad held forth a card that Father Brown had printed for them, she asked:
"Am I to read this?"
"Yes, Mrs. Bailey, that explains everything," Reddy told her.
She read:—
"In one little home there may be no Christmas cheer; the father and mother are both ill. There are three children; a boy of nine years, another of five, and a girl of seven. They need coal, clothing, food and toys. What will you give?"
"So you're all playing at being Santa Claus," remarked Mrs. Bailey with a smile. "Well, I believe I can find something that will please you, so just stop in on your way back and I'll have it all ready for you."
"Oh, thank you!" cried all the boys, together, as they started for the sleigh, happy over the success of their first call.
"Have any luck?" asked Chuck. "But I can see you did, because you're all grinning," he added, as they told him what Mrs. Bailey had promised.
After several more visits, with the promise of something from each place if they would call later, Herbie proposed that they stop at Mrs. Lee's home, as Mary Lee had a great many dolls and might give them one of them for the little O'Reilly girl.
"That's a good idea," they all agreed, and the idea was carried out.
When Mrs. Lee had read the card she asked the boys if there was anything they needed that had not been promised.
"We wondered," replied Herbie, "if Mary would give us a doll for that little girl?"
Mrs. Lee smiled and said:
"I think I can promise you that she will. If you will call later it will give me a chance to get her."
"We'll be glad to," promised the boys, "and thank you."
At five o'clock a sleigh piled high with bundles and boys was seen turning into the Brown's driveway.
"What'll we do now?" asked Toad of the others.
"Let's drive into the barn and leave the things in the sleigh," suggested Chuck; "then we can meet here early tonight and take the things to the O'Reillys."
"All right," assented the others. "What time shall we meet?"
"At seven o'clock," said Toad.
Chapter VIII.
What Mike Found
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After dinner that night Chuck and Toad spent a little time helping to trim the big tree that had been put in place in the library during their absence of the afternoon. Chuck was on the top of a stepladder, tying shiny colored balls to the upper branches, when Toad, who had been busy with candy canes and popcorn balls, suddenly stopped and looked at the clock on the mantel.
"It's seven o'clock, Chuck," he cried, "and the others will be wondering why we don't come out," and at this he ran into the hall to get into his coat and cap.
Chuck took but a second to follow Toad out into the yard to meet the boys.
Mother Brown had sent her bundle and Toad's new sled to the barn by John, the stableman, who put them into the sleigh with the other things while the boys were at dinner.
"Hello, boys! Everybody here?" inquired Toad as he joined the group of boys in front of the barn.
"All but Fat," laughed Reddy, "and he'll be along in a minute. He said I walked too fast for him."
"Is everything in the sleigh?" asked Herbie, as John was hitching up.
"Everything's in all right," Toad assured him.
When about to start they found that the sleigh was so full of bundles that some of the boys had to stand on the runners. Just as they reached the street, Fat was seen coming toward them.
"Hurry up, lazy bones," called Reddy, "or you'll get left," but John good-naturedly stopped the horse until Fat had climbed aboard.
There was a full moon and the sky was bright with stars. The snow was hard beneath the horse's feet, which made the going easy, so they traveled along at a brisk pace.
"Where shall I stop?" asked John as they drew near the O'Reilly's cottage.
"Just a little this side of the house," directed Toad, "so they won't hear us."
"All off, now," ordered Reddy, as John pulled up the horse, "and help unload. Don't let's make any more noise than we can help."
"We can pile everything on the front steps," whispered Herbie, as the boys, each heavily laden with packages of all sizes and shapes, walked very quietly up the path toward the house.
Each carefully placed his bundles or boxes where Herbie had suggested and just as silently they now returned to the sleigh.
"Suppose someone comes along and takes all the things before they get up in the morning?" argued Fat. "I don't think it's safe to leave them there all night, do you?"
"Well, maybe we'd better throw some snowballs at the door," proposed Chuck, "to bring them out now."
This was accepted as a good plan, and "Bang, bang, bang!" went the balls against the door.
The sleigh, in which the boys took refuge, was well hidden behind a pine tree, so they could not be seen from the house.
Framed in the doorway stood a boy gazing at a heap of bundles.
"There's a light!" said Reddy in a low voice. "Someone is opening the door."
"It's Mike!" answered Herbie, excitedly. "I'll bet he can't believe his eyes."
It did seem to the others that what Herbie said was true, for, framed in the doorway of the cottage stood a boy, gazing at a great heap of bundles and boxes on the steps before him as if dazed. Once he rubbed his eyes as if to make sure he was awake, then he slowly stretched out one hand toward the beautiful new sled, hardly daring to believe it was real. Then suddenly, as the boys watched eagerly, the sled was in his arms and he was jumping up and down with joy, calling to those of his family who could, to come out to see the wonderful surprise.
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