Lillian Elizabeth Roy The Little Washington's Relatives
CHAPTER I THE CITY COUSINS
I didnt hear anything but Jim squealing cause his mammy wont let him peek around the corner of the house, scorned Martha Parke, his sister, a year and a half younger than George.
Well, its time for them to be here, anyway, argued George, with the usual finality of a boy past ten years of age.
I wonder what they look like. Can you remember either one when we visited Philadelphia five years ago? ventured Martha.
All I can remember is Anne having yellow hair and her pinafore always twisted in her hands, and Jack going around with that little paper mat that he wove in kindergarten school his first day. Dont you remember how he took it to bed with him, and all the red paper came off on his pillow during the night when he breathed on it, and his mother thought he was bleeding at the nose and mouth? and George laughed at the dim recollections of five years ago.
Oh, yes, I remember that! Wasnt it funny when his nurse scrubbed and scrubbed to get the red dye from his face, and all the soap-suds got in his mouth sos he yelled and fought! laughed Martha also.
And dont you remember the day we were left alone to play while aunty took mother to the opera we couldnt go out cause it rained so hard, and we began sliding down the marble end of the bath tub? That was fun just like winter when the snow is on the ground, reminded Martha.
Yes, and then two of us tried to slide down at the same time and got stuck in the bottom of the tub. Jack was bigger, so he pulled himself out, and in doing so managed to turn on the faucet. My, but wasnt I wet that day! roared George, slapping his knee.
Oo-oh, but do you remember how Uncle Fred scolded when he saw the scratches our shoes had made in the porcelain tub? breathed Martha, still fearful of that escapade.
Ha, ha! Martha, do you remember the day we went to the zoo and fed peanuts to the monkeys? Wasnt that funny when the chimpanzee caught Annes little straw hat and carried it to the top of the cage and put it on his own head? Ill never forget how we all screamed to him to bring it back as if the monkey understood us.
Even the animal trainer couldnt make him give it back, and Aunt Ally begged him to leave it, as she would not take it again, anyway, chuckled Martha, picturing the scene again.
That was a fine visit, Martha eh? said George, looking at his sister for smiling approval.
Yes, and Ive been thinking, George, we ought to give our cousins just as good a time while they visit us here, said the little girl.
Oh, Ive got it all planned out you wait and see! declared George.
You have? Oh, you never said a word to me about it! Do tell me what it is.
Well, in the first place, we have to take them all over and introduce them to John Graham and his place, said George, counting off the plan on his fingers.
Uh-huh and dont forget Jim. We must introduce Jim, you know, reminded Martha.
Das right! Yo all jus cough when yo wants me an Ahll pop right out. Ise hidin heah now whar mammy caint see me, came a hoarse whisper from the Virginia creeper vine at the side of the porch.
Oo-oh, you there, Jim come out and lets plan things, called George, running over to drag out a seven-year-old pickaninny who was their constant shadow and general factotum, especially so when there was mischief brewing, for Jim always was the scapegoat.
Jim resisted for a few moments, as he feared his mammys large, flat hand; but George assured him that as he was invited to be present at the reception of the city cousins it was all right with mammy.
As I was telling Martha we must plan some great fun for our cousins visit here, cause they gave us such a good time when we were little children, explained George, now an old man past the age of ten.
First were going to show them all over the place take them over to Johns and everywhere, added Martha, explaining.
An show dem whar we-all had th homestead fire at th back uv th lot, reminded Jim, feeling tenderly of his now fuzzy new crop of hair grown since his other locks had been sizzled off.
And dont forget to tell them all about the battle we had with John and his cousins at Fort Duquesne that day. Of course they will see the broken-down hedge and wonder at it then we can tell them all about the
fun without bragging, giggled Martha.
Were not through with that affair yet, either, added George. I read in our history this morning that Braddock was not killed that same day, but Washington pulled him out of the fight and tried to save his life, and for that great deed, General Braddock bequeathed his wonderful charger and also his body-servant, Bishop, to Washington. After that Washington always rode that favorite horse and Bishop went everywhere the general went.
Ise kin be Bishop, Marser Garge! Caint we borrer Johns pony for th charger some day when we-all play tha battle agin? asked Jim eagerly.
Sure! Thats what I planned, quickly added George, to cover any delighted surprise he felt at Jims novel idea.