# The New-Year's Bargain/Chapter 6

CHAPTER VI.
THE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.
THE lamb speedily became accustomed to his new home. When Thekla brought him food, he would cuddle close, and lick her fingers, bleating softly. Before long he was grown so tame that, if Max seized his two fore feet and waltzed round the room, he made no objection, but frisked funnily, as if enjoying the joke. Best of all, however, he loved to lie beside Grandfather's chair, within reach of his stroking hand. The old man found continual pleasure in the gentle creature, whose wool was scarcely whiter than his own snowy hair. With the serene faith of old age, he asked no questions as to the new possession, but accepted it calmly and without ​wonderment; for Grandfather was getting very old.
"You should have seen Dotty, with her sleeves rolled up, sweeping away for dear life, and ordering 'dear' about."
​As for Thekla, she thought there was never a lamb like this. For his sake, she loved all lambs; and often, at her wheel, would sing the "Lamb Song," with which babies are hushed to sleep. It ran something like this:—
So, with songs and busy days, the month sped quickly away.
​"Oh dear, I wish it were night!" said Max on the morning of the 30th. "April and May were so nice that I'm really in a hurry to have the day go."
"I'm not," replied sensible Thekla. "I like to have to wait a little for pleasant things, because then they last so much longer. And I'm real glad there are so many more Months to come,—six,—no, seven, counting June. Let's work hard to-day, Brother; and then the time will seem short."
Max agreed; and by twelve o'clock the famous spoon, upon which he had been so long engaged, was done. It was cleverly carved for a young workman; and, as there was plenty of time before the Fair, he set to work at once upon a fork to match, and grew so interested that when the sun set he cried out, "Oh dear, it's too bad! The days aren't half long enough."
Thekla laughed, but was too wise, and too tender of Max's feelings, to say, "I told you so," as some little girls would have done. She only ​put aside her work, and made haste with the supper, that all might be tidy and in order for the coming guest.
The evenings were still cool enough to make a fire comfortable, and the hearth glowed bright as in winter. But the casement stood open; and, one on each side, the children perched themselves to wait for June. She arrived promptly, the pink sunset glowing behind her figure, as it issued, all clothed in white, from the leafy woods. Max and Thekla flew to meet her. On her head was a wreath of flowering hawthorn. She held up the skirt of her gown filled with strawberries.
"Put in a thumb, and pull out something nice," she said merrily, as she saw them coming.
Both thumbs and fingers were soon red as cherries; for all the time June told her tale they kept going in and out of the fragrant, fascinating lap, and conveying red, delicious mouthfuls to the little lips dyed deep with juicy stains. It was wonderful how the children took to June. It seemed as if they could not get close enough. ​They lay on her lap, put their arms about her neck, kissed and played with her hands, were not one bit afraid of her;—and she evidently was used to and liked it, for she only smiled when they did so. This was her story:—
"Last year I had to take a long ride over the Desert, and it was extremely hot. So, as soon as was possible I came away, and went to a place among the hills, to cool off. A very nice, old-fashioned, little place it is. People from the city go there in the summer; and this time, as it happened, they were earlier than usual.
"I love children very much, so I soon got acquainted with all in the village. There were ever so many of them. Some, in fine ruffled frocks, were thin and white, and had blue circles round their eyes. That was because they had been taken to parties in the winter till they were almost dead. And some were all worried out with going to school, and had round shoulders and tired faces. And a few were dear natural little boys and girls, with lips and cheeks the right color, and plenty of clean common clothes ​to romp in. I loved all of them, and they me but these last loved me best. We used to spend whole days out-doors together, playing 'I spy' and 'hide-and-seek' in the bushes. As a general thing, they were pretty good. There was an Anna Maria, to be sure, who slapped her little sister now and then; and one boy named Johnny who would climb trees after the robins' nests: so that I was forced at last to push him off a bough and sprain his ankle, to make him let them alone. But, on the whole, I was well satisfied with them. And my prime favorite—the roundest, jolliest, nicest, prettiest of all—was little Dotty Dexter.
"Dotty was six years old, the dearest, cunningest mite of a romp you ever saw, and at the same time a born housewife. All her life it had been so. When two years old, she used to take her small apron and trot round the nursery rubbing the furniture clean, as she had seen nurse do. She could only reach to the seats of the chairs, and about half way up the legs of the tables; but so far she always made ​them shine till you could almost see your face in them.
"Dotty had an admirer. He was one year older than she, and his name was Willy Pringle. She loved him very much, partly because he had a jacket with two pockets, and gilt buttons down the front, and partly because when his mamma gave him any gum-drops he always brought her half of them to suck. So when he asked, 'Would she be his little wife?' she said she would.
"Down the village street stood a queer little house, which nobody lived in. Once it had been painted brown; but the paint had rubbed off, and now it was all yellow and spotty. The door wasn't locked, because doors never were locked in that place; and one day Willy and Dotty opened it, and strayed in to take a look.
"It was a most beautiful house. There was a hall, with an upstairs and a downstairs to it. The upstairs went to the bed-rooms, and the downstairs to the cellar. There were two rooms,—a parlor and a kitchen; and two bed-​rooms, and the cellar: that made five. There was a stove in the kitchen, with real holes in the top, and a pipe. It was rather rusty, but a delightful stove notwithstanding. In the parlor was a chair and a stool and another chair, all three quite ragged; and upstairs, on one of the window-sills, stood a long row of bottles. 'Hair Dye' was written on the outside of them; and they smelt dusty, when you put them to your nose. That was all the furniture; except some pieces of plaster, which had fallen down from the ceiling.
"Dotty and Willy trotted over the place, hand in hand. Their conclusion was that there never was such a nice house before for two young people to go to housekeeping in.
"'We'll call it ours, you know,' said Dotty, 'and play we live in it. Only we won't stay at night, 'cause Mamma says mice always get into old houses. And it scares me dreadful when I hear them scratch.'
"'Pooh!' said Willy, 'to be afraid of mice! But then you're a girl, Dotty, so it's no wonder. Ain't it a nice house? We'll stay here ​'most all the time, won't we? Only sometimes we'll let the others come and play with us.'
"'Sometimes,' replied Mistress Dotty, with an air of experience,—'sometimes; but not fekently, 'cause visitors is a bother! I heard Ma say so. Now the first thing we've got to do is to clear up. Where can we get a broom, dear?'
"Dotty said 'dear,' because Mamma sometimes called Papa so.
"'I guess Miss Hepsy would lend us one,' answered Willy.
"Miss Hepsy was a kind old lady who lived next door. When she heard who her new neighbors were, she laughed till her sides ached, and lent them the broom with all the good-will in the world.
"'Keep it as long as you like,' she said: 'you'll find it handy.'
"You should have seen Dotty, with her sleeves rolled up, sweeping away for dear life, and ordering 'Dear' about as if she had been ninety years old! When the sweeping was finished, they got some water in a 'Hair Dye' ​bottle, and washed the stairs with Dotty's pocket-handkerchief. That was fine fun!
"'Course we must have a door-plate, dear!' said the indefatigable Dotty, this being done, 'else folks won't know who to ask the girl is at home.'
"So Willy cut a square piece of brown paper, and printed on it in big letters, 'Dotty and Willy Pringle, Esquire.' After which, they stuck it on the door with a bit of glue which he fortunately had in his pocket. He had put it there to chew!"
Here June stopped, for Max and Thekla were in fits of amusement. June laughed herself, and showed a dimple in each cheek, and one in her chin.
"I don't wonder you think it funny," she said.
"I was holding my sides all the time myself. It was too comical,—the wise air of that mite of a Dotty, and the way she made Willy mind her.
"When the little people went home to dinner, and told their intentions about the house, none of the older folks made any objections. Dotty's ​Mamma walked clown to make sure there was nothing dangerous about the premises; and, as all seemed safe, leave was given them to play there as much as they liked.
"It was wonderful to see how much they managed to accomplish. All the village took an interest, and the good wives hunted their garrets over for old duds to furnish out the little cottage. Before long there were chairs and tables enough to supply quite a large company; and so much cracked crockery that, burning to use it, Dotty and Willy were constantly going about and begging for something, to drink from their cups and pitchers. The Mammas finding this out, and thinking a lunch would be a good thing for such busy workers, gave the milkman a standing order to leave a pint of milk every day at the door. Never was any thing so charming. He would stop and ring his bell just as he did at the grown-up houses, and Dotty—always keeping him waiting a moment for dignity's sake—would march out with her tin measure in her hand. I suspect the milkman enjoyed the joke ​as much as anybody, for I never in my life did see such big pints as he used to pour out of his shining dipper.
"The whole house was scrubbed every day. Not because it was dirty, but because Dotty loved to do it. They lived principally in the kitchen, because the village custom was to use parlors very little, and keep them very dark; but now and then, when Dotty opened a chink of the parlor shutters and let in a little light, you perceived that the apartment was a magnificent one. There was a table with two daguerrotypes open upon it, and a copy of 'Doddridge's Rise and Progress,' put there, as Dotty said, to look 'littery.' The chimney held a great bunch of asparagus feathers; and on the shelf, on the sill, everywhere, were flowers, in mugs, bottles, pitchers, glasses. Peonies, dandelions, roses, it didn't matter which: all was fish that came to Dotty's net.
It was a grand sight to see the family at dinner, Mrs. Dotty, Mr. Willy, and a doll named Araminta. The meal was simple. Sometimes it ​was bread and butter, sometimes only fennel; but always there was milk. The finest table-manners were practised. Araminta was never allowed to eat with her knife, or put her elbows on the table; and once, when she attempted to tilt her chair on two legs she was very severely punished. Oh! I assure you, Dotty was a disciplinarian.
"I don't think any palace that ever was built gave half so much pleasure as that little house. The very crown of all, however, was the tea-party, given just before they came away. I wasn't there myself, of course; but September told me about it. She was invited.
"Willy's Papa had been greatly amused at the whole thing, and he helped. Two long evenings he spent in getting up the cards of invitation. They were neatly printed, and bore the following words:—
​"All the little boys and girls were immensely excited when these cards came, and especially at 'R. S. V. P.' They were anxious to know what it could mean. Some one told them, 'Real Sweet Violet Powder;' but the children said, 'Pshaw! that was too silly.'"
"What did it really mean?" asked Thekla.
"I'm sure I don't know," said June. "How should I? I never go to parties. Perhaps the last word is 'Pringle:' that begins with 'P.' But, whatever it means, it was nice to have them printed there, because it set the little folks guessing, and doubled the fun. Meantime, Dotty and Willy were hard at work getting ready for the grand affair. It took almost a week, I can tell you.
"Every thing had to be scrubbed, of course. All the windows were washed, and the furniture dusted. The neighbors sent contributions of cake and biscuit; and, to make the feast more imposing, Mr. Pringle ordered up a big basket of peaches.
"When the time came, Dotty and Willy, in ​their best clothes, sat on two chairs waiting for the company, and looking very solemn. Every one had to rap on the door; and Dotty, on opening it, would say, 'Please's'cuse me for coming my own self, 'cause I've sent my girl out on a current,' which was very impressive.
"Then the little visitors would come into the parlor, and sit down. They all tried to be very grave and grown-up; but it didn't last long with most of them. Dotty's dignity, however, held out to the end. When she sat at the head of the table pouring tea (out of the pitcher), she was a sight to behold.
"'Mr. Pringle,' she would say, 'please distibit those peaches. You ain't so polite to the company as I could wish.'
"The very next day after this happy one, Dotty's Mamma and Papa went away, and Dotty with them. All the good times were over. She sat on her nurse's lap and sobbed, as they drove down the street. When they passed 'No. 17,' it seemed as if her heart must break. As for poor Willy, he felt as badly as she; but he ​wouldn't cry, because he was a man and the head of a family. When the carriage was quite out of sight, he walked down to the house to see if it would make him feel better. But it looked empty and lonely, with no cunning little figure trotting about, broom in hand; and was altogether so dismal that the poor little man couldn't bear it, and, as there was nobody to see, he just sat down and cried as hard as Dotty herself. Next day he, too, went away. And since then nobody has lived in the cottage; but the neighbors still tell of the droll little housekeepers, and the nice times they had there."
"Oh, don't go! Tell us another," pleaded the children, as June rose gently from her seat.
"Look at the clock!" remonstrated June.
Sure enough, it was half-past nine. How the hours had flown!
"I'm nothing unless I have plenty of roses," she went on; "and so far I've only this handful to begin with. The rest are in your can, you know."
"Take some more,—pray do!' entreated ​Max. "Never mind if the other Months are a little short."
"But that wouldn't be fair," replied June. "Every one has a right to his own. Good-by, Max. Good-by, Thekla darling. Next year, if all is well, I'll see you again."
So saying, she glided from the door.
"As there was nobody to see, he just sat down and cried as hard as Dotty herself."
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