about the fire and the lamp, the Woodlawns made their own society, nor wanted any better. One evening soon after Caddieâs adventure in the attic, they were all gathered together thus. Everyone who belonged was thereâexcept Nero. Caddie missed the faithful head resting against her knee. They were recalling old adventures that they had had, and now Clara was speaking in her gentle voice.
âYes,â she said, âit was the first winter we were out here. We lived at Eau Galle then, near the mill, and we had school in the tavern. Caddie and Tom were little then, and Warren was a baby.â
âWhere was I ?â demanded Hetty.
âYou hadnât come yet.â
âGo on and tell,â urged the other children. They all sat about the big stove, cracking butternuts between hammer and stones, and dropping the meats into a wooden bowl.
âThere isnât much to tell,â continued Clara in her soft voice, âonly I came through the woods one day and I saw a bear eating a little pig.â
âWhere did he get it?â asked Warren.
âFrom one of the farms, I guess.â
âWere you scared?â asked Hetty.
âOh!â said Clara, putting her slim hand against her heart. âI was so scared. It makes my heart thump yet to think of it!â
âI wouldnât have been so scared,â boasted Tom. âRemember, Caddie, when we saw the wolves?â
âUh-huh!â said Caddie, her mouth full of butternuts.
âTell about that,â said Warren. âI wish Iâd been there.â
âWell, one time the cows got into the swamp, and Caddie and I went after them to bring them home, and right in the swamp we met a wolf.â
âDid he bite you?â asked little Minnie breathlessly.
âNo, he just stood and looked at us, and we looked at him.â
âIâd have shot him or hit him with a rock,â said Warren.
âYou hold your tongue, Warren,â said Tom. âI guess youâd have done the same as us, if youâd been there. I donât know what would have happened next, if two big hounds hadnât come along and chased him away.â
âAw, youâre making it up,â said Warren, who was always skeptical of any adventures which Tom and Caddie had without him.
âNo, honest,â said Tom. âCaddie will tell you the same thing. The hounds were after himâthatâs why he acted so funny. They belonged to a man down the river.â
âRobert Ireton can tell a better one than that,â said Warren. âHe says there was a fiddler coming home through the woods late one night from a dance, and a pack of wolves took after him. He saw he couldnât get away from them, so he stopped and played his fiddle to them, and they all went away and let him go home in peace.â
âI know!â said Tom. âItâs true, too. Robert had it from a man who married the fiddlerâs sister.â
Mr. Woodlawn smiled at his wife and said: âIreton knows how to tell a good story as well as sing a good song, I see.â
Caddie had been listening to the stories in silence. Now she suddenly jumped up, shaking the nutshells from her apron into the wood basket. Without a word, she caught up one of the candles which burned on a side table and ran upstairs to the attic. She hastily went through the contents of one of the boxes until she found what she was seeking; and downstairs she ran again, almost before the others had ceased gaping over her sudden departure.
âLook!â she said. She held up a small pair of scarlet breeches and two little wooden-soled clogs.
âWell, of all things!â cried Mrs. Woodlawn. âWherever did you get those?â
âIn one of the boxes in the attic.â
âWhat are they? What are they?â cried the children, leaving their nuts to crowd nearer.
âI donât know whose they are,â said Caddie. âThere must be a
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