Yes; what do you mean? What is the use of beating about the bush in this way? remonstrated the Big Gray Pair. Who did eat the sweetmeat? Say plainly.
Half of it was eaten by a policeman, and the other half by a rook, replied the Little Blues, in a meek voice.
Ho, ho! roared the Gray Stockings, while the White Pair joined in with a shrill giggle. That beats all! Half by a policeman, and half by a rook! A fine way to dispose of a Christmas sweetmeat! Your boy must be a fool, Little Blues.
Not a fool at all, said the Blue Pair indignantly. Now just listen to me. Your girl ate hers up at once, and forgot it. Your boy traded his away; and what has he got? A broken knife, and a harmonica that cant play music. I dont call those worth having. My boy enjoyed his sweetmeat all day. He had more pleasure in giving it away than if he had eaten it ten times over! Beside he got half a crown for it. An old gentleman slipped it into his pocket because he was pleased with his kind heart. I saw him do it.
Half a crown! ejaculated the White Pair, with amazement.
That is something like, admitted the Big Gray Stockings. Your boy did the best of the three, I admit.
The Little Blues said no more.
Presently the others fell asleep, but she lay and watched Jan as he rested peacefully beside his brother, with his wonderful treasure the silver coin clasped tight in his hand. He smiled in his sleep as though his dreams were pleasant.
Even if he had no half-crown, still he would have done the best, she whispered to herself at last.
Then the clock struck twelve, and the day after Christmas was begun.
THE WHIZZER
That was a cold evening. The snow was just as dry as flour, and had been beat down till the road looked slick as a ribbon far up and far down, and squeaked every step. I pulled Mrar on our sled. All the boys went home by the crick to skate, but I was fraid Mrar would get cold, shes such a little thing. I like to play with the girls if the boys do laugh, for some of the big ones might push Mrar down and hurt her. She misses her mother so I babies her more than I used to.
Wes almost out of sight of the schoolhouse, and just where the road elbows by the Widow Briggss place, when something passed us like whiz! Id been pulling along with the sled rope over my arm, and my hands in my pockets, and didnt hear a team or anything, but it made me shy off the side of the road, and pretty near upset Mrar. School lets out at four oclock, and dusk comes soon after that, but it was woolly gray yet, so you could see plain except in the fence corners, and the thing that passed us was a man riding on nothing but one big wheel.
O, see there! says Mrar, scared as could be. I felt glad on her account wes close to Widow Briggss place. It would be easy to hustle her over Briggss fence; but the thing run so still and fast it might take fences as well as a straight road.
The man turned round after he passed us, and came rearing back, away up on that wheel, and I stood as close before the sled as I could. He sat high up in the air, and wiggled his feet on each side of the wheel, and I never saw a camel or elephant, or any kind of wild thing at a show that made me feel so funny. But just when I thought hes going to cut through us, he turned short, and stopped. He had on an overcoat to his ears, and a fur cap down to his nose, and hairy gloves on, and a little satchel strapped over his shoulder, and I saw there was a real small wheel behind the big one that balanced him up. He wasnt sitting on the tire neither, but on a saddle place, and the big wheel had lots of silver spokes crossing back and forward.
Whose children are you? says the man.