The Corner House Girls' Odd Find Part 2

"Oh, mercy me!" gasped Agnes, laughing. "Pterodactyls and the giant sloth! See what it means to tell these kids about the Paleozoic age and 'sich,' Ruthie! Yes, child. Maybe you'll find pictures in that old book of those 'critters,' as Mrs. Mac calls them."

Dot sat right down on the upper flight and spread the book out upon her small lap. She had heard just enough about the creatures of the ancient world to be vitally curious.

But there were no pictures of animals. Dot hurriedly turned the pages.

In the back were engravings on green paper, stuck into the old book. The green slips of paper had pictures on them, but nothing that interested Dot.

"Pooh!" she thought to herself, did the smallest Corner House girl, "old money-that's all it is. Just like the money Mr. Howbridge gives Ruth every month to pay bills with. I s'pose it's money that's no good any more."

She shut the book, disappointed, and clattered down stairs after her sisters. n.o.body else had time to look at the family alb.u.m just then.

Agnes tossed her "find" into a corner until some more convenient occasion for looking at it. She and Ruth got the metal cleaning paste and rags and a chamois, and began to polish the candlesticks. The smaller girls returned to the stringing of popcorn.

Suddenly they all stopped work. With upraised hands and astonished looks, the four listened for a repet.i.tion of the sound that had startled them.

It came again, immediately. It was in the chimney. There was a m.u.f.fled shout, then a scratching and a sc.r.a.ping, coming rapidly down the brick-and-mortar tunnel.

"Oh! _Oh!_ OH!" squealed Dot, in crescendo. "Santa Claus has come ahead of time!"

"If that's Santa Claus," declared Agnes, jumping up to run to the open fireplace, "he's missed his footing and is falling down the chimney!"

CHAPTER II

"A PERFECTLY SAVAGE SANTA CLAUS"

Mrs. MacCall put her head into the dining room just as the girls rushed to the chimney-place to see what the noise within it meant. The housekeeper asked:

"Did you girls see that little imp, Sam Pinkney? Linda says he came through the kitchen a while ago, and when he heard you had gone to the garret he went up the back stairs to find you."

"Sammy Pinkney!" chorused the two smallest Corner House girls.

"Well! it isn't Santa then," added Dot, with immense relief.

"It's that imp, sure enough!" cried Agnes.

And just then a sooty bundle bounced down upon the hearth, to the unbounded amus.e.m.e.nt, if not amazement, of the Kenway sisters and Mrs.

MacCall.

Ever since the Kenway girls had come to Milton and the old Corner House, Sammy Pinkney had been an abundant source of exasperation, amus.e.m.e.nt, and wonder to them all-especially to Tess and Dot.

Their coming to the Corner House, and all its attendant adventure and mystery, is chronicled in the first book of the series, ent.i.tled "The Corner House Girls." The Kenways and Aunt Sarah Maltby had been very poor in the city where they had lived in a cheap tenement. All they had for support was a small pension. Aunt Sarah proclaimed always that when Peter Stower, of Milton, who was her half brother, died, "they would all be rich enough." But that was only "talk," so Ruth thought.

One day, however, Mr. Howbridge, a lawyer, came to see the orphans. He had been Uncle Peter's man of business and was now administrator of the estate, Uncle Peter having died suddenly.

The lawyer told Ruth that he knew Uncle Peter had left a will making the Kenway girls his heirs-at-law-and leaving a very small legacy indeed to Aunt Sarah. But Uncle Peter was queer, and at the last had hidden the will. The lawyer said the Kenways must come and occupy the old Corner House in Milton until the will was found.

Aunt Sarah came with them of course. She considered herself very badly used, and acted as though she thought the best of everything in their new station in life should be hers. The Court made Mr. Howbridge the girls' guardian, and the four sisters lived a rather precarious existence at the old Corner House for the first few months, for they were not at all sure that they were in their rightful place.

Indeed, when "the lady from Ypsilanti" with her little girl came along, and the lady claimed that she and Lillie were Uncle Peter's rightful heirs, Ruth took them in and treated them kindly in the absence of Mr.

Howbridge, fearing that the strangers might have a better claim upon the estate than themselves.

Finally this Mrs. Treble (whom Agnes called "Mrs. Trouble," and her little girl, "Double Trouble") aroused Aunt Sarah's antagonism. To get them out of the house the queer old woman showed Ruth where Uncle Peter Stower had been wont to hide his private papers.

In this secret hiding place was the lost will. It established the rights of the Corner House girls to the estate and settled them firmly in the Stower homestead.

In the second volume of the series, "The Corner House Girls at School,"

the girls extended the field of their acquaintance, entered the local schools, and became the friends, and finally the confidants, of Neale O'Neil, the boy who had run away away from Twomley & Sorber's Herculean Circus and Menagerie, to get an education and "be like other boys."

Neale was not the only person the Corner House girls befriended in this and the third book: "The Corner House Girls Under Canvas." The latter story relates their adventures at Pleasant Cove, where they went for their vacation the second summer of their sojourn in the old Corner House, and during which time they were the means of reuniting Rosa Wildwood, one of Ruth's schoolmates, to her sister, June, who had been living with a tribe of Gypsies.

Back again in the fall, and at school, Tess and Dot chance to meet Mrs.

Eland, matron of the Women's and Children's Hospital, an inst.i.tution doing excellent work in Milton, but not much appreciated by the townspeople at large. Tess quite falls in love with Mrs. Eland and is horrified to learn that the lonely woman is likely to lose her position, and the hospital to be closed, because of lack of funds.

Without any real idea of what she is accomplis.h.i.+ng, Tess Kenway goes about talking to anybody and everybody of the hospital's need. She completely stirs up the town regarding the inst.i.tution.

The schools take the matter up and the Board of Education approves a plan for the pupils to give a play for the benefit of the Women's and Children's Hospital. Each member of the Corner House quartette had a part in the play, and the performances of _The Carnation Countess_ had but just been given during the fore part of this very Christmas week.

The narrative of these recent occurrences may be found in the fourth volume of the series, the story immediately preceding this one, called "The Corner House Girls in a Play." Three thousand dollars was raised for the hospital, and Mrs. Eland-Tess' "little gray lady"-is a.s.sured of the continuation of her situation as matron.

This fact is particularly happy at this time, for Mrs. Eland's sister, Miss Pepperill, Tess' school teacher, is ill, and Mrs. Eland is nursing her back to health. One reason for the decorating of the Corner House dining room is that the reunited sisters, Mrs. Eland and Miss Pepperill, have been invited to eat their Christmas dinner with the Corner House girls.

All this while the sooty bundle was lying on the brick hearth at the feet of the startled Corner House girls. As it squirmed, and the sooty dust arose from it, they saw that it was certainly alive.

It wore a long cloak and a hood, now of a sooty red, and trimmed with what was once white cotton-wool "fur." Leggings of the same material and tr.i.m.m.i.n.g covered a pair of stout nether limbs; and upon these legs the little figure finally scrambled, revealing at last to the Kenway sisters and to Mrs. MacCall a face as black as any negro's.

"For pity's sake!" exclaimed the housekeeper. "What d' you call that, anyway?"

"It-it's Sammy," said Tess, boldly.

"If it is Santa Claus," said Ruth, smiling, "it is one that is not grown."

"It's a perfectly savage one," chuckled Agnes. "This must be a young Santa Claus in his wild and untamed state."

"He is unfamiliar with the best methods of descending folks' chimneys, that is sure," Ruth pursued. "I don't think this Santa Claus has learned his trade yet."

"And-and how black he is!" murmured Dot. "Are-are _all_ Santa Clauses so black?"

"Aw, you girls make me sick!" growled the much abashed Santa Claus.

"I declare-he talks our language!" cried Agnes.

"Why, of course," said Tess, the literal. "He's in my cla.s.s at school, you know."

"You think you are all so smart!" sneered Sammy Pinkney, and that sneer was something awful to behold. Dot fairly shuddered.

"You wait!" snarled Sammy. "When I run away and get to be a pirate, I'll-I'll-I'll-"