that her mad mop of hair was yellow instead of
black. Miss Arabella rubbed her eyes, and wondered, in dismay, if she
had been gifted with a new kind of double vision.
"Oh, my land alive!" she whispered. "Has Jake Sawyer been and gone and
brought home all the orphant asylum? Mercy me! Is the yard full o'
ye?" For still another head was struggling to make its appearance
above the fence-top. It was a fiery red head this time, covered with
crisp little curls. It belonged to a very small boy, the youngest of
the quartette. His round, impish face was full of delighted grins.
His dancing eyes radiated laughter and good-nature.
The four surveyed Miss Arabella's evident consternation with great
enjoyment, while that startled lady stood and stared at the array with
something of the feelings that Cadmus must have experienced when he
beheld the fierce warriors rise from the planting of the dragon's teeth.
"We're the Sawyer orphant," said the eldest imp, with apparent relish.
"An' if you don't hand over that there ball mighty quick we'll all come
after it."
Galvanized into action by this threat, Miss Arabella flung the toy far
among the orchard trees, and with shrieks the four small figures
disappeared. Miss Arabella darted around to the front porch in a
panic, and carried her parrot into the comparative safety of the house.
Fortunately the noise had scared the bird into silence. But if those
four wild things should once get into her garden, she reflected, what
ever would become of Polly?
She ran out again, but there was no sign of the newcomers, and the
noise was retreating in the direction of Jake's stable. She flung off
her apron, and running to an opening in the woodpile, proceeded to
climb the fence. She must go over to Hannah's immediately; yes, even
if Susan objected, and see what was the meaning of this sudden
inundation of orphans.
She was balanced on the top of the fence when the doctor's landlady
appeared, walking leisurely up the street to buy a pound of butter at
Long's store for the doctor's dinner.
Any other woman in the township would have expressed surprise at Miss
Arabella's remarkable position, and evident perturbation, but the
silent Mrs. Munn looked at her unconcernedly.
"Somethin' awful's happened, Harriet!" cried Miss Arabella. "Hannah's
got her orphant, an' what d'ye s'pose it's like?"
"It's got red hair," ventured Mrs. Munn, undisturbed.
"Red hair! It's got red hair, an' t
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