Rose of Old Harpeth | Page 5

eyes up at Everett, at
whose feet she was seated. In instant sympathetic response he applied
the toe of his shoe to the small of the whimpering tot's back and
proceeded awkwardly, though with the best intentions in the world, to
follow the General's directions as to pacification. Rose Mary laughed as
she took a tin-cup from a nail in the wall, and filling it with milk from

one of the crocks, she knelt at the side of the deserted one and held the
brim to the red lips of Shoofly's generous mouth. With a series of
gurgles and laps the consoling draft was quickly consumed and the
whimperer left by this double ministration in a state of placid
contentment.
Peter the wise had stood viewing these attentions to the other baby with
stolid imperturbability, but as Rose Mary turned away to her table he
licked out his pink tongue and bobbed his head toward the milk crocks,
while his solemn eyes conveyed his desire without words. Peter's
vocabulary was both new and limited, and he was at all times
extremely careful against any wastefulness of it. His lips quivered as if
in uncertainty as to whether he was to be left out of this lactic deal, and
his eyes grew reproachful.
"Why, man alive, did you think I had forgotten you!" exclaimed Rose
Mary as she turned with the cup to one of the crocks standing in the
water, at the sight of which motion relief dawned in the serious eyes of
the young petitioner. Filling the cup swiftly, she lifted the youngster in
her arms and came over to sit in the door beside Shoofly at Everett's
feet. With dignified deliberation Peter began to consume his draft in
slow gulps, and after each one he lifted his eyes to Rose Mary's face as
if rendering courteous appreciation for the consumed portion. His
chubby fingers were clasped around her wrist as she held the cup for
him, and her other hand cuddled one of his bare, briar-scratched knees.
The picture had its instituted effect on Everett, and he bent toward the
little group in the doorway and rested his elbows on his knees as his
world-restless eyes softened and the lines around his mouth melted into
a smile.
"Rose Mary," he said with an almost abashed note in his deep voice,
"we'll dispense with the lilacs--they're not needed as retainers, and I
don't deserve them."
"But being good will bring you the lilacs of life; whether you think you
deserve them or not, I'm afraid it's inevitable," answered Rose Mary, as
she smiled up at him with instant appreciation of his change of mood.

"Well, I'll try it this once and see what happens," answered Everett with
a laugh. "Indeed, I'm ashamed of having shown you any impatience at
all--to think of impatience in this heaven country of hospitality amounts
to positive sacrilege. Shrive me--and then bring on your lilacs!"
"Then you'll stay with us until it's safe for you to go North and I won't
have to worry about you any more?" exclaimed Rose Mary, delighted,
as she beamed up over Pete's tow-head that had dropped with repletion
on her breast. Shoofly, who, true to her appellation, had been making
funny little dabs of delight at a fly or two which had buzzed in her
direction, had crawled nearer and burrowed her head under Rose
Mary's knee, rolled over on her little stomach and gone instantaneously
and exhaustedly to sleep. Rose Mary adjusted a smothering fold of her
dress and continued in her rejoicing over Everett's surrender to
circumstance inevitable.
"And do you think you can dig some more in the fields? Don't
happiness and hoe mean the same thing to most men?" she questioned
with a laugh.
"Yes, hoe to the death and the devil take the last man at the end of the
row, fortune to the first!" answered Everett with a return of his cynical
look and tone.
"Oh, but in the world some men just go along and chop down ugly
weeds, stir up the good, smelly earth for things to grow in, reach over
to help the man in the next furrow if he needs it, and all come home at
sundown together--and the women have the supper ready. That's the
kind of hoeing I want you to do--please dig me up those teeth for Aunt
Viney and I'll have johnny-cake and fried chicken waiting for you
every night. Please, sir, promise!" And Rose Mary's voice sounded its
coaxing, comforting note, while her deep eyes brooded over him.
"I promise," answered Everett with a laugh. "I tell you what I think I
will do. As I understand it, the Briars has about three hundred acres, all
told. I have been all over it for the