All He Knew | Page 4

"If I'd knowed you was comin' to-day, I'd
have washed her, I guess."

"I'll do it myself now," said the father, "I've got the time."
"Why, you ain't ever done such a thing in your life, Sam!" said Mrs.
Kimper, with a feeble giggle.
"More's the shame to me; but it's never too late to mend. When'll Billy
get home, an' Tom?"
"Goodness knows; Billy gets kep' in so much, an' Tom plays hookey so
often, that I don't ever expect either of 'em much 'fore supper-time.
They talk of sendin' Tom to the Reform School if he don't stop."
"I'll have to stop him, then. I'll try it, anyway."
"It needs somebody that can wollup him harder'n I can; he's gettin' too
big for my stren'th. Well, if here they don't both come! I don't know
when I've seen them two boys together before, 'less they was fightin'. I
wonder what's got into 'em to-day."
The two boys came through the back yard, eying the house curiously,
Billy with wide open eyes, and Tom with a hang-dog leer from under
the brim of his hat. Their father met them at the door and put his arms
around both.
"Don't do that," said Tom, twitching away, "that sort o' thing's for
women, an' gals an' babies."
"But I'm your dad, boy."
"Needn't make a baby of me, if you be," growled the cub.
"I'd give a good deal, old as I am, if I had a dad to make a baby of me
that way, if 'twas only for a minute."
"Oh, don't be an old fool," said Tom.
"I heerd in the village you'd been let out," said Billy, "an' so I found
Tom an' told him, an' he said I lied, an' so we come home to see. Did
you bring us anythin'?"

"Yes," said the father, his face brightening, as he thrust his hand into
his pocket and took out the fig box. "Here," as he gave a fig to each of
the children and one to his wife, "how do you like that?"
"Good enough," growled Tom, "only I don't care for 'em unless I have a
whole box. I lift one out of a train-boy's basket at the station once in a
while."
"Don't ever do it again," said the father. "If you want 'em any time so
bad you can't do without 'em, let me know, an' I'll find some way to get
'em for you."
"An' get sent up again for more'n two year?" sneered the boy.
"I don't mean to get 'em that way" said the father. "But I've got
somethin' else for you." Here he took the circus pictures from his breast,
where they had been much flattened during the several demonstrations
of family affection in which they had been involved. "Here's a picture
for each of you."
Billy seemed to approve of the monkey, but Tom scowled and said,--
"What do I care for an elephant's head, when I seen the whole animal at
the show, an' everythin' else besides?"
"S'pose I might as well get supper, though there ain't much to get," said
the wife. "There's nothin' in the house but corn-meal, so I'll bile some
mush. An'," she continued, with a peculiar look at her husband, "there
ain't anythin' else for breakfast, though Deacon Quickset's got lots of
hens layin' eggs ev'ry day. I've told the boys about it again an' again,
but they're worth less than nothin' at helpin' things along. The deacon
don't keep no dog. Now you've got home, I hope we'll have somethin'."
"Not if we have to get it that way," said Sam, gently. "No more stealin';
I'll die first."
"I guess we'll all die, then," moaned Mrs. Kimper. "I didn't s'pose bein'
sent up was goin' to skeer all the spirit out of you."

"It didn't, Nan, but it's been the puttin' of a new kind of spirit into me.
I've been converted, Nan."
"What?" gasped Mrs. Kimper.
"Thunder!" exclaimed Tom, after a hard laugh. "You goin' to be a
shoutin' Methodist? Won't that be bully to tell the fellers in the
village?"
"I'm not goin' to shout, or be anythin' I know of, except an honest man:
you can tell that to all the fellers you like."
"An' be told I'm a blamed liar? Not much."
Mrs. Kimper seemed to be in a mournful revery, and when finally she
spoke it was in the voice of a woman talking to herself, as she said,--
"After all I've been layin' up in my mind about places where there was
potatoes an' chickens an' pigs an' even turkeys that could be got an'
nobody'd be any the wiser! How will we ever get along through the
winter?"
"The Lord will provide," croaked Tom, who had often