'A likely story! Much more probable you made the hole yourself.'
Teddy's blood rushed into his face. 'I never tell a lie!' he cried, 'and you're a--'
He stopped, and hung his head in shame at the word that almost slipped from him.
Jonathan Green looked curiously at him.
'Now may I ask what the end of that speech was going to be?' he said grimly.
Teddy looked up. 'Ipse was going to say you was a liar yourself, but I just stopped him in time.'
'I shall believe you have a bee in your bonnet, as some folks say,' said the farmer; 'pray, if the sheep came out of their proper field, what business was that of yours?'
'I wanted to be good to you. I'm sorry I tied you up that day, dreadful sorry. And I've got to love you, so I thought it would be a good plan to send your sheep back again.'
'You've got to love me!' repeated the farmer, opening his eyes in mock surprise; 'and when did I ask for any of your love, young fellow?'
'I don't suppose you want me to,' observed Teddy cheerfully, as he saw that the stick, instead of being brandished over his head, was now safely resting on the ground, 'but I've got to do it, you see, because my banner I'm holding for my Captain is Love, and I must love everybody.'
The farmer did not answer. Teddy continued earnestly,--
'Do you think you could manage to forgive me, and let us shake hands? It would make it easier for me to love you if you could.'
There was such honesty of purpose in the blue eyes raised to his, such wistful curves to the sensitive little lips, that Jonathan Green for the first time felt the thrall of the child's power.
'Come into the house with me,' he said, 'and I'll see what the missus has to say to you.'
Teddy followed him without the slightest misgiving, and he was led into the farmhouse kitchen, where Mrs. Green sat knitting over the fire, and one of her daughters was laying the cloth for tea.
'Mary Ann, here's the scamp of the village come to see you; keep him here till I come back. I'm after some stray sheep'; and shutting the door with a bang the farmer disappeared.
Teddy shook hands with the old lady and the young one, and then seated himself in the big chair opposite Mrs. Green.
'What have you been doing?' the latter inquired; 'how is it your mother can't keep you out of mischief?'
'I haven't been in mischief, really I haven't'; and poor Teddy felt the truth of the saying, 'Give a dog a bad name, and hang him.'
He tried to tell his story, and then when that did not seem to be understood, he deftly changed the subject.
'What does Farmer Green like best in the world?' he asked.
This astonishing question struck Mrs. Green dumb, but her daughter Natty laughed.
'Gooseberry pudding!' she said. 'Now then, what's the next question?
But Teddy was silent, and not another word did he say till the farmer came in again.
'This youngster is on the tack of reforming himself, Mary Ann,' said Jonathan, sitting down in the chair that Teddy immediately vacated upon his entrance; 'do you believe it?'
'I have no faith in boys,' said Mrs. Green, with a shake of her head, 'they're all alike, and are always taking you unawares!'
'You hear what the missus says; you won't get no help from that quarter.
But I'll give you a chance; would you like to stop to tea with us?'
Teddy smiled. 'Thank you, sir, but mother will expect me home to tea; may I go now? And do you forgive me for what I did the other day?'
Farmer Green stretched out a hard h.o.r.n.y hand, and took the boy's small one. 'Here's my hand on't!' he said with his grim smile. 'I may be a fool for believing you, but if you're sorry for the past, I won't be the one to rake it up.'
Teddy's upward look was so full of innocence that he received a clap on the shoulder.
'Run along; you've made your peace with me.'
And speeding away Teddy whispered to himself,--
'I shall ask mother to make it, and I shall pick the gooseberries myself, and then he'll know I love him!'
Farmer Green was much bewildered a few days after at receiving a parcel which was left at his house by some boys on their way back from school; he was still more puzzled when upon opening it, it proved to be a gooseberry pudding in a basin, with a piece of paper attached to it, and these words in very shaky writing, 'I send you my love.--Teddy.'
But his daughter was able to enlighten him, and they had a hearty laugh over Teddy's mode of confirming the treaty of friendship.
CHAPTER IX
Lost
Our little soldier had his ups and downs, but on the whole he was making steady progress, and his mother was thankful to see his increased thoughtfulness and gentleness. He was not less merry and joyous, he was still the leader of the village sports, but he was learning how to control his mischievous propensities and to restrain his hasty words and actions. Nancy was a great trial to him sometimes, and yet, though the two were ceaselessly involved in arguments and differences, they could not keep apart for long. Nancy's father arrived, and Teddy had the privilege of being invited to tea, and of hearing the most wonderful yarns from the big brown-bearded man, who, though outwardly rough in voice and manner, had a very soft corner in his heart for his little daughter.
Teddy listened and admired, and satisfied Nancy by his evident appreciation of the sea stories; but when he reached home, and was asked about his visit, he said emphatically,--
'Nancy's father is very nice, but he's nothing like the picture I've got of father, with his red coat and sash and sword, and his voice is so gruff and hoa.r.s.e, and he shouts so loud, and I shall never, never think sailors are better than soldiers!'
It was after Nancy's father had left her, and when the bright summer days were beginning to close, that one afternoon Teddy and Nancy were fishing together. At least that was their intention, but any one seeing them sitting on the low stone bridge over the river, with their lines dangling carelessly in the water, and their merry laughter and voices ringing out continually, would not be surprised if their fishing did not meet with success. At last they clambered down and wandered along the tow-path, and then suddenly Nancy drew Teddy's attention to his b.u.t.ton.
'Why, it's nearly coming off; you'll lose it!' she cried.
'I told mother it was getting loose yesterday. She says she is always sewing it on. I think I'll take it right off and put it in my pocket.
Whatever should I do if I was to lose it?'
He was jerking at it as he spoke, and it slipped from his grasp and rolled away on the path. It was too great a temptation for Nancy. Like lightning she was after it, and a moment after stood upright and exultant, with the b.u.t.ton clenched tightly in her little hand.
'Give it to me at once!' demanded Teddy, quivering all over with excitement.
Nancy's brown eyes sparkled with mischief.
'Aha! little b.u.t.ton-boy, I've got it at last, and I shall take it home and have it sewed on _my_ jacket.'