"Give me your hand on that," said the young farmer, heartily; "and
there's ten dollars more to keep it company. When a man talks like
that, I am with him, shoulder to shoulder. Will some one bring me
the dominie's hat?"
One was soon forthcoming.
"And now," said the young man, stepping up to Lottie, "you seem to
take a sight of interest in this matter, miss. I think you can look
five dollars out of most of the young chaps here. I'll go around
with you, and see that each one comes down as he or she ought. If
anybody ain't got what they'd like to give, I'll lend it to 'em,
and collect it, too," he added, raising his strong, hearty voice.
Thus through Hemstead's words and action the aspect of the skies
changed, and where a desolating storm had threatened there came
a refreshing shower. What he had said commended itself to so many
that the mean and crotchety found it politic to fall in with the
prevailing spirit.
Amid approving nods, whispered consultations, and the hauling out
of all sorts of queer receptacles for money, the graceful city belle
and the blunt, broad-shouldered farmer started on an expedition
that, to the six little Dlimms, would be more important than one
for the discovery of the North Pole.
"No coppers now!" shouted the young man.
Lottie, fairly bubbling over with fun and enjoyment, was all
graciousness, and with smiles long remembered by some of the rustic
youth, certainly did beguile them into generosity at which they
wondered ever after.
The result was marvellous, and the crown of the old hat was becoming
a crown of joy indeed to the impoverished owner, who now had the
promise of some royal good times.
That fast-filling hat meant nourishing beef occasionally, a few
books for the minister's famishing mind, a new dress or two for
the wife, and a warm suit for the children all round.
No one was permitted to escape, and in justice it could now be said
that few wished to, for all began to enjoy the luxury of doing a
good and generous deed.
When they had been to nearly all, Lottie said to her now beaming
companion, "Go and get Mrs. Dlimm, and seat her in the large
rocking-chair in the parlor."
The poor little woman, having witnessed all the earlier scenes from
the stairs with strong and varying feelings, had, during the last
few moments, seen Lottie pass with such a profusion of greenbacks
in her husband's hat that in a bewildering sense of joy and
gratitude she had fled to the little nursery sanctuary, and when
found by some of the ladies was crying over the baby in the odd
contradictoriness of feminine action. She was hardly given time to
wipe her eyes before she was escorted on the arm of the now gallant
farmer, to the chair of state in the parlor.
Then Lottie advanced to make a little speech, but could think of
nothing but the old school-day formula; and so the stately introduction
ended abruptly but most effectively, as follows:
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