The gift was a pale pink mustache-cup, decorated with green leaves and
purple flowers, and bearing the inscription in funny gilt lettering,
“Friendship’s Token.” Chub glanced at Harry, whose eyes were dancing
merrily and yet looked a trifle misty, and then at Mrs. Peel.
Apparently, however, that lady was quite unaware of the irony of
presenting Chub with a mustache-cup, and Chub restrained a smile and
thanked her quite gravely and earnestly. When they reached the corner
with their gifts and purchases, they turned and looked back. The little
woman was in the doorway, smiling and waving her feather duster. They
waved back to her and went on. Harry was silent until they were taking
the hill. Then:
“I don’t care,” she said, half aggressive and half apologetic. “I think
it was perfectly sweet of her, Chub!”
“Of course it was,” answered Chub, emphatically.
“And--and it shows,” continued Harry, earnestly, “that the world is
just full of nice people, and you can’t always tell who they are at--at
first.”
“‘The world is so full of a number of things,
I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings,’”
murmured Chub, adding, with a glance at Harry’s ardent face, “Anyhow,
’most any one could be nice to you without half trying.”
[Illustration: They waved back to her and went on]
“Why?” asked Harry, opening her blue eyes very wide. Chub’s gaze
wandered off to the scenery.
“Oh, just--just because,” he answered, vaguely.
* * * * *
Shortly before ten the _Slow Poke_ was on her way again, dropping down
the river with, for the _Slow Poke_, almost marvelous speed.
“At this rate,” sighed Harry to Chub, “we shall be home long before
supper-time.”
“Well, for my part,” answered Chub, turning the spokes of the wheel
idly back and forth, “I’m about ready to eat some one else’s cooking.
But don’t whisper it to Dick.”
“This will be our last--I mean _my_ last dinner on board,” said Harry,
regretfully. “Don’t you think we might find a real pretty place to
stop, Chub?”
“To be sure, we can; and we’ll make a farewell banquet of it and eat
everything nice we’ve got! You take the wheel a minute, and I’ll give
orders to my worthless crew.”
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