The Stokesley Secret | Page 7

Hal, it's a secret," cried Susan.
"A pretty sort of secret--known to eight already, and bawled out all
over the yard," said Sam.
"But don't tell him what it's for; you can ask him without that."
"A nice little young pig," said Sam, "such as you'd keep all the summer,
and fat in the winter."
"Mind, it ain't for you, Purday," cried Hal.
"Never fear my being disappointed, sir," said the free-spoken Purday,
with a twinkle of his eye, which Hal understood so well that he burst
out,
"Ah! you think I can never do what I say I will; but you'll see, Purday,
if we don't give a pig to--"
He was screamed at, and pulled into order and silence, ere the words,
"Hannah Higgins" had quite come out; and Sam repeated his question.
"Well," said Purday at last, "if pigs was reasonable, you might get a
nice little one to fat, at Kattern Hill fair, somewhere about ten shillings,
or maybe twelve--sometimes more, sometimes less."
"Ten shillings!" The community stood round and looked at one another
at the notion of such an awful sum; but Hal was the first to cast a ray of
hope on the gloom. "Kattern Hill fair ain't till Midsummer, and perhaps

Grandmamma will send us some money before that. If anybody's
birthday was but coming!"
"Better save it out of our allowance," said Sam. "How long is it to the
fair?"
Miss Fosbrook's pocket-book declared it to be four weeks.
"Well, then," said Hal, "we three big ones have sixpence a week each,
that's six shillings, leaving out stingy Bess, and the little ones
threepence, that's three times three is nine, and three times nine is
thirty-six, that's three shillings, and six is nine, and very near four is
fourteen. We shall do the pig yet."
"Yes, Hal; but if pigs are reasonable, I am afraid three times nine never
yet were so much so as to make thirty-six," objected Miss Fosbrook.
Sam whistled.
"Twenty-seven--that's three and twopence--it's all the same," said Hal;
then at the scream of the rest, "at least two and threepence. Well, any
way there's plenty for piggy-wiggy, and it shall be a jolly secret to
delight Hannah Higgins, and surprise Papa and Mamma: hurrah!"
"Yes," said Sam; "but then nobody must have any fines."
"Ay, and Sue must keep her money. That will be a wonder!" shouted
Harry.
"Well, I'll try," said Susan. "I'll try not to have a single fine, and I'll not
buy a single lump of sugar-candy, for I do want poor Hannah to have
her pig."
"And so will we!" cried the younger ones with one voice.
"Only," added Susan, "I must buy Dicky's canary seed."
"And I must have a queen's head to write to Mamma," said Annie.
"Oh! never mind that, such trumpery as your letters are," said Hal.
"Mamma could say them by heart before she gets them. What does she
care for them?"
Little Annie looked very deplorable.
"Never mind, my dear," said Miss Fosbrook, "mammas always care for
little girls' letters, and you are quite right to keep a penny for your
stamp for her.--You see, Hal, this scheme will never come to good if
you sacrifice other duties to it."
Henry twirled round impatiently.
"Now suppose," said Miss Fosbrook, "that we set up a treasury, and put
all in that we can properly afford, and then break it open on the day

before the fair, and see how much we have."
"Oh! yes, yes," cried the children in raptures.
"Will you help, Miss Fosbrook?" said Susan, clasping her hands.
"I should like to do a very little, if you will take this silver threepenny;
but I do not think it would be right for me to spare one penny more, for
all I can afford is very much wanted at home."
"What shall we have for treasury?" said Hal, looking round.
"I know!" cried Susan. "Here, in the baby-house; here's the Toby, let's
put it inside him."
The so-called baby-house was an old-fashioned cupboard with glass
doors, where certain tender dolls, and other curiosities, playthings too
frail to be played with and the like, were ranged in good order, and
never taken out except when some one child was unwell, and had to
stay in-doors alone.
Toby Fillpot was a present from Nurse Freeman. It was a large mug,
representing a man with a red coat, black hat, and white waistcoat, very
short legs, and top-boots. The opening of the cup was at the top of his
head, and into this was dropped all the silver and pence at present
mustered, and computed to be about four shillings.
"And, Miss Fosbrook, you'll not be cross about fines?" said Johnnie,
looking coaxing.
"I hope I shall not be cross," she answered;