It had to be at last;but Molly and Jill comforted themselves by a long talk in bed,for it was impossible to sleep with glares of light coming every few minutes,flocks of people talking and tramping by in the road,and bursts of music floating down to them ~s thc oldcr but not wiser revellers kept up the merriment till a late hour.
They'd ropped off at last;but Jill had the nightmare,and Molly was waked up by a violent jerking of her braid as Jill tried to tow her along,dreaming she was a boat.
They were too sleepy to laugh much then,but next morning they made merry over it,and went to breakfast with such happy faces that all the young folks pronounced Jill's friend a most delightful girl.What a good time Molly did have that week!Other people were going to leave also,and therefore much picnicking,boating,and driving was crowded into the last days.Clambakes on the shore,charades in the studio,sewing-parties at the boat,evening frolics in the big dining-room,farewell calls,gifts,and Invitations,all Sorts of plans for next summer,and vows of eternal friendship exchanged between people who would soon forget each other.It was very pleasant,till poor Boo innocently added to the excitement by poisoning a few of his neighbors with a bad lobster.
The ambitious little soul pined to catch one of these mysterious but lovely red creatures,and spent days fishing on the beach,investigating holes and corners,and tagging after the old man who supplied the house.One day after a high wind he found several "lobs"washed up on the beach,and,though disappointed at their color,he picked out a big one,and set off to show his prize to Molly.Half-way home he met the old man on his way with a basket of fish,and being tired of lugging his contribution laid it with the others,meaning to explain later.No one saw him do it,as the old man was busy with his pipe;and Boo ran back to get more dear lobs,leaving his treasure to go into the kettle and appear at supper,by which time he had forgotten all about it.
Fortunately none of the children ate any,but several older people were made ill,and quite a panic prevailed that night as one after the other called up the doctor,who was boarding close by;and good Mrs.Grey,the hostess,ran about with hot flannels,bottles of medicine,and distracted messages from room to room.All were comfortable by morning,but the friends of the sufferers lay in wait for the old fisherman,and gave him a good scolding for his carelessness.The poor man was protesting his innocence when Boo,who was passing by,looked into the basket,and asked what had become of his lob.A few questions brought the truth to light,and a general laugh put everyone in good humor,when poor Boo mildly said,by way of explanation,"I fought I was helpin'Mrs.Dray,and I'd id want to see the dreen lob come out all red when she boiled him.But I fordot,and I don't fink I'll ever find such a nice big one any more.""For our sakes,I hope you won't,my dear,"said Mrs.Hammond,who had been nursing one of the sufferers.
"It's lucky we are going home to-morrow,or that child would be the death of himself and everybody else.He is perfectly crazy about fish,and I've pulled him out of that old lobster-pot on the beach a dozen times,"groaned Molly,much afflicted by the mishaps of her young charge.
There was a great breaking up next day,and the old omnibus went off to the station with Bacon hanging on behind,the bicycle boy and his iron whirligig atop,and heads popping out of all the windows for last good-byes.Our party and the Hammonds were going by boat,and were all ready to start for the pier when Boo and little Harry were missing.Molly,the maid,and both boys ran different ways to find them;and all sorts of dreadful suggestions were being made when shouts of laughter were heard from the beach,and the truants appeared,proudly dragging in Harry's little wagon a dead devil-fish,as the natives call that ugly thing which looks like a magnified tadpole--all head and no body.
"We've dot him!"called the innocents,tugging up their prize with such solemn satisfaction it was impossible to help laughing.
"I always wanted to tatch a whale,and this is a baby one,I fink.Aboy said,when they wanted to die they corned on the sand and did it,and we saw this one go dead just now.Ain't lie pretty?"asked Boo,displaying the immense mouth with fond pride,while his friend flapped the tail.
"What are you going to do with him?"said Mrs.Hammond,regarding her infant as if she often asked herself the same question about her boy.
"Wap him up in a paper and tate him home to pay wid,"answered Harry,with such confidence in his big blue eyes that it was very hard to disappoint his hopes and tell him the treasure must be left behind.
Wails of despair burst from both children as the hard-hearted boys tipped out the little whale,and hustled the indignant fishermen on board the boat,which had been whistling for them impatiently.
Boo recovered his spirits first,and gulping down a sob that nearly shook his hat off,consoled his companion in affliction and convulsed his friends by taking from his pocket several little crabs,the remains of a jelly-fish,and such a collection of pebbles that Frank understood why he found the fat boy such a burden when he shouldered him,kicking and howling,in the late run to the boat.
These delicate toys healed the wounds of Boo and Harry,and they were soon happily walking the little "trabs"about inside a stone wall of their own building,while the others rested after their exertions,and laid plans for coming to the Willows another year,as people usually did who had once tasted the wholesome delights and cordial hospitality of this charming place.
