So the guinea-hen was delivered to Philip, who set off joyfully with his prize, and was soon in sight of Farmer Price’s cottage. He stopped when he came to the door. He recollected Rose and her generous friendship for Susan. He was determined that she should have the pleasure of restoring the guinea-hen. He ran into the village. All the children who had given up their little purse on May day were assembled on the play-green. They were delighted to see the guinea-hen once more. Philip took his pipe and tabor, and they marched in innocent triumph towards the whitewashed cottage.
“Let me come with you—let me come with you,” said the butcher’s boy to Philip. “Stop one minute! my father has something to say to you.” He darted into his father’s house. The little procession stopped, and in a few minutes the bleating of a lamb was heard. Through a back passage, which led into the paddock behind the house, they saw the butcher leading a lamb.
“It is Daisy!” exclaimed Rose—“It’s Daisy!” repeated all her companions. “Susan’s lamb! Susan’s lamb!” and there was a universal shout of joy.
“Well, for my part,” said the good butcher, as soon as he could be heard,—“for my part, I would not be so cruel as Attorney Case for the whole world. These poor brute beasts don’t know aforehand what’s going to happen to them; and as for dying, it’s what we must all do some time or another; but to keep wringing the hearts of the living, that have as much sense as one’s self, is what I call cruel; and is not this what Attorney Case has been doing by poor Susan and her whole family, ever since he took a spite against them? But, at anyrate, here’s Susan’s lamb safe and sound. I’d have taken it back sooner, but I was off before day to the fair, and am but just come back. Daisy, however, has been as well off in my paddock as he would have been in the field by the waterside.”
The obliging shopkeeper, who showed the pretty calicoes to Susan, was now at his door, and when he saw the lamb, and heard that it was Susan’s, and learned its history, he said that he would add his mite; and he gave the children some ends of narrow riband, with which Rose decorated her friend’s lamb.
The pipe and tabor now once more began to play, and the procession moved on in joyful order, after giving the humane butcher three cheers; three cheers which were better deserved than “loud huzzas” usually are.
Susan was working in her arbour, with her little deal table before her. When she heard the sound of the music, she put down her work and listened. She saw the crowd of children coming nearer and nearer. They had closed round Daisy, so that she did not see it; but as they came up to the garden gate she saw that Rose beckoned to her. Philip played as loud as he could, that she might not hear, till the proper moment, the bleating of the lamb. Susan opened the garden-wicket, and at this signal the crowd divided, and the first thing that Susan saw, in the midst of her taller friends, was little smiling Mary, with the guinea-hen in her arms.
“Come on! Come on!” cried Mary, as Susan started with joyful surprise; “you have more to see.”
At this instant the music paused, Susan heard the bleating of a lamb, and scarcely daring to believe her senses, she pressed eagerly forward, and beheld poor Daisy!—she burst into tears. “I did not shed one tear when I parted with you, my dear little Daisy!” said she. “It was for my father and mother. I would not have parted with you for anything else in the whole world. Thank you, thank you all,” added she, to her companions, who sympathized in her joy, even more than they had sympathized in her sorrow. “Now, if my father was not to go away from us next week, and if my mother was quite stout, I should be the happiest person in the world!”
As Susan pronounced these words, a voice behind the little listening crowd cried, in a brutal tone, “Let us pass, if you please; you have no right to stop up the public road!” This was the voice of Attorney Case, who was returning with his daughter Barbara from his visit to the Abbey. He saw the lamb, and tried to whistle as he went on. Barbara also saw the guinea-hen, and turned her head another way, that she might avoid the contemptuous, reproachful looks of those whom she only affected to despise. Even her new bonnet, in which she had expected to be so much admired, was now only serviceable to hide her face and conceal her mortification.