Back to the Woods eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 71 pages of information about Back to the Woods.

Back to the Woods eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 71 pages of information about Back to the Woods.

“You little imp!” I yelled; “do you mean to tell me you’ve been doing a Swinnerton all over this man’s house?  S’cat!” and I reached for a shoe.

“Cut it!” cried Tacks, indignantly.  “Didn’t the janitor say he’d miss me dreadful, and how can he miss me ’less’n he sees my loving rememberments all over the place every time he shows this compartment to somebody else?  And it is impolite to go ’way forever and ever amen without farewelling the janitor!”

“Where do you think you’re going?” I inquired, trying hard to be calm.

“To the country to live, sister told me,” Tacks bubbled; “and we ain’t never coming back to this horrid city, sister told me; and you bought the house for a surprise, sister told me; and it has a pizzazus all around it, sister told me; and a cow that gives condensed milk, sister told me; and they’s hens and chickens and turkey goblins and a garden to plant potato salad, and they’s a barn with pigeons in the attic, and they’s a lawn with a barbers wire fence all around it, sister told me; and our trunks are all packed, and we ain’t never coming back here no more, sister told me; and I must hurry and farewell them two doors!”

Tacks was slightly in the lead when my shoe reached the door, so he won.

At breakfast we were joined by Uncle Peter and Aunt Martha, both of whom fairly oozed enthusiasm and Clara J.’s pulse began to climb with excitement and anticipation.

I was on the bargain counter, marked down from 30 cents.

Every time Uncle Peter sprang a new idea in reference to his garden, and they came so fast they almost choked him, I felt a burning bead of perspiration start out to explore my forehead.

Presently to put the froth of fear upon my cup of sorrow there came a telegram from “Bunch” which read as follows: 

  New York ——­

  John Henry
    No. 301 W. 109th St.

Sister and family will move in country house tomorrow be sure to play your game to-day good luck.

  Bunch.

“Poor John! you look so worried,” said Clara J., anxiously; “I really hope it is nothing that will call you back to town for a week at least.  It will take us fully a week to get settled, don’t you think so, Aunt Martha?”

I dove into my coffee cup and stayed under a long time.  When I came to the surface again Uncle Peter was explaining to Tacks that baked beans grew only in a very hot climate, and in the general confusion the telegram was forgotten by all except my harpooned self.

Clara J. and Aunt Martha were both tearful when we left the flat to ride to the station, but to my intense relief no mention was made of the trunks, consequently I began to lift the mortgage from my life and breathe easier.

On the way out Tacks left a small parcel with one of the hall boys with instructions to hand it to the janitor as soon as possible.

“It’s a little present for the janitor in loving remembrance of his memory,” Tacks explained with something that sounded like a catch in his voice.

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