He picked up a handful of warm, brown potatoes and threw them into the basket.
“My dear girl, you’re a wonder! You’ve been here five days, and you’ll tear down in just that time what it has taken us four years to build up.”
“Then have I your blessing?”
The girl showed roguish under her insistence, but uncle William shook his head. “The best you’ll get from me, young woman, is a most reluctant sufferance. You are hopeless. I don’t see why you asked me at all, with the thing as good as settled. Go on; but don’t come back to your old uncle with the demoralization of an entire village on your conscience.”
“Nonsense!” laughed the other. “That won’t trouble me one bit. Just now I’m much more concerned as to what you’re to do for us at the fair—something that will be popular and yet entail no loss of dignity.” She regarded him quizzically. “Ah! I have it! Fortunes told by the cards! A magician in gown and fez, behind a curtain. Slight extra charge, flattering and profitable alike.” She clapped her hands and Mr. Bangs groaned.
“Don’t make me face details yet.”
He struck at another potato hill, and Annie turned to the road. “Wait a minute,” he called after her; “this is serious. Have you spoken to Miss Pamela yet?”
“Miss Pamela Roscoe, you mean? No, of course not; why should I?”
“Why should you?” Uncle William leaned on his hoe and fixed her with stern eye. “Easier a brick without straw, a law without a legislature, than to foist an idea, a plan, a measure on this village save in one way. My dear Annie, haven’t you found out in five days that Miss Pamela is chief of the clan? Sister, aunt, cousin, in varying degrees, to every Roscoe and Collamer in the township—and there are no others worthy the count. Don’t you know that she lives in the biggest house, has money in the bank, owns railroad stock, preserves opinions and never goes out of doors? That last is enough to surround her with a wall of mystery, and her own personality does the rest. Her position is almost feudal; the others may be jealous, most of the women are, for she is as acquisitive as she is dogmatic, and somehow she has been able to deflect nearly all the family possessions to her own line of inheritance; but, though they scold behind her back, they bend the knee, every one of them.
“You really must see her and get her consent, or gradually you will have the whole village backing out of its agreements. You’d better go before she hears of the plan from anyone else. I dare say you’re too late already. You’ll need all your diplomacy, and I wouldn’t attempt it till after dinner. Get some points from your aunt Mary. We’ll talk it over by and by. Now, speaking of dinner, do you mind taking these potatoes to Cassandra as you go by the kitchen door? They’re my very first. They’re late enough, but I guess I’m a week ahead of Smith, anyway. Thank you.” He turned to his work again.