"Good!" said Jessie. "Watch can tell where you go."
The children took down the clothesline and shut the door of the car. Everything was in order. Then they started out.
When they arrived at the orchard, they soon saw that they were not the only workers. The doctor was there, and the cook, and two men carrying ladders and baskets.
"Good morning, Henry," said Mrs. Moore. "Can you work today?"
"Oh, yes," said Henry. "These are my sisters, Jessie and Violet. They can pick cherries, too. Benny is too young to climb trees, but we had to bring him."
"Maybe he can carry baskets," said Dr. Moore, smiling at Benny. "You see, this is a big cherry year, and we have to work fast, once we begin. Maybe he can help fill the little baskets from the big ones."
"Eat all you want," said Mrs. Moore. "The cherries are beautiful this year." The children didn't eat all they wanted, but every now and then a big red cherry went into someone's mouth.
Henry and the girls went up the ladders and began to pick cherries. Watch barked for awhile. He did not like to have Jessie climbing the ladder. Then he sat down and looked at her up in the tree.
Benny hurried here and there, carrying baskets to the pickers and eating all the cherries he wanted. Everyone in the orchard liked Benny. The doctor laughed delightedly at him, and sweet Mrs. Moore fell in love with him at once. By and by he sat down beside her and carefully filled small baskets with cherries from the big baskets.
The men laughed at the funny things Benny said, and Watch barked happily. By and by the doctor left the orchard to make some calls.
At last Mrs. Moore said, "I never had such happy cherry pickers before. You are having such a good time out here that I don't want to go in the house." She smiled.
Mary, the cook, seemed to think the same thing, for she came again and again into the orchard.
After awhile the cook went in to get dinner, but the children still picked cherries. At noon Dr. Moore came home.
"You must stay to dinner," he said to the children. "We can eat here in the orchard under the trees. Will your mother be watching for you?" When he asked this, he looked at Henry in a queer way.
Henry did not know what to say. But at last Jessie said, "No. Our mother and father are dead."
"Then you must stay," said Mrs. Moore. "Here comes Mary."
The cook put a table under the trees, and they all sat around it and ate a delicious dinner. Then Mary went into the house and came out again with big bowls of cherry dumplings.
"I can smell something good!" cried Benny. "Is it cherries?"
"Yes, my little dear," said Mary. "Cherry dumplings. The cherries are cooked in the dumplings."
Benny ate his cherry dumpling and then went to sleep with the dog for a pillow. But Henry and Jessie and Violet began to work again. Mrs. Moore looked out of the window at them.
"Just see how those children work," she said to Dr. Moore. "And they are so polite, too. I wonder who they are."
Dr. Moore said nothing. After awhile he went out to the orchard. "You have worked long enough," he said.
He gave them four dollars and all the cherries they could carry.
"That is too much," said Henry.
"No," said Dr. Moore, "it is just right. You see, you are better than most workers. because you are so happy. Come again."
"I'll come every day," said Benny. They all laughed.
Dr. Moore saw that the children did not all leave the orchard at the same time, but started down the street two by two.
"I wish I knew who they are," he said to himself.
When the cherry pickers got back to their little home, they looked everything over carefully. But things were just as they had left them. The door was still closed, and the milk and butter were in the refrigerator. The children made a happy supper of bread and butter and cherries and then went to bed in the boxcar.
That same night Dr. Moore sat reading the paper. All at once he saw the word LOST and began to read.
"LOST. Four children, two boys and two girls. Somewhere around Greenfield or Silver City. Five thousand dollars to anyone who can find them.
James Henry Alden."
Dr. Moore sat up. "Five thousand dollars!" he said. "James Henry Alden! Oh, my! Oh, my!"
He sat still for a long time, thinking and laughing to himself.
"The four children are living in a boxcar, but I shall not tell Mr. Alden that they are his grandchildren," he said.
X Henry and the Free-for-All
James Henry Alden was a very rich man. His big mills stood just between Greenfield and Silver City.
Now J. H. Alden liked boys. He liked to see them running and jumping and playing. So each year, with three other rich men, he gave a Field Day to the town of Silver City. And even the mills were closed on Field Day.
Every year the boys were in training for the races. And not only boys, but men also, thin and fat, and girls trained for Field Day.
There were prizes for all kinds of races running and swimming and jumping.
But the best one was a foot race, called a free-for-all, because anyone could run in it. Mr. Alden gave a prize of twenty-five dollars and a silver cup to the winner of the free-for-all. Sometimes a boy won the race, sometimes a girl. Once a fat man had won it.
On Field Day Henry was cutting the grass for Dr. Moore. Suddenly the doctor stopped his car in the street and called to Henry.
"Hop in," he said. "Today is Field Day. and I want you to see the races."
Henry hopped in, and the doctor started the car.
"I'm sorry I can't go," said Dr. Moore, and I want to know all about it. I want you to tell me who wins each race."
Soon Henry found himself sitting on the bleachers. By and by a small boy climbed up the bleachers and sat beside him. Then a man called, "Free-for-all! Come and get ready! "
"What is that?" asked Henry. "A free-for-all?"
"Don't you know?" asked the small boy. "Didn't you see the one last year?"
"No," said Henry-
The boy laughed. "That was a funny one," he said. "There were two fat men in it, and some girls and boys. That boy over there won it. You should have seen him.
He ran so fast you could hardly see his legs at all! "
Henry looked at the winner of last year's race. He was smaller than Henry, but he was older. Suddenly Henry stood up and quietly left the bleachers. He went to the room where the boys were getting ready for the race.
"Do you want to run in the race?" a man asked him.
"Yes, I do," replied Henry.
The man gave him some track clothes to put on.
"Where did you train?" he asked.
"I never was trained," said Henry. "These boys have been training all year," remarked the man.
"Oh, I don't think I'll win," answered Henry. "But I like to run. It's lots of fun, you know."
"So it is," said the man. "So it is."
Henry could hardly wait for the race to begin. He loved to run. But at last the race was called. It was time to start. Henry was Number 4.
Now Henry began to think. "It's a long race," he said to himself. "I must go easy at first."
The bell rang. Off went the runners down the track. In almost no time Henry was far behind most of the other runners. But he did not seem to mind this.
"It's fun to run, anyway," he said again to himself. And he tried to see how easily he could run.
All at once he had another thought. "I have tried to see how easily I can run," he said to himself. "Now I'll try to see how fast I can run."
Then all the people began to see how fast Henry could run. He ran faster and faster, and soon he passed the two girls ahead of him. Then he passed a fat man and a little boy.
The people began to shout, "Number 4! Number 4!" Here was the kind of race they loved!
"Faster, faster!" cried Henry to himself. "I can run faster than this."
He could. He passed Number 25 and Number 6. Then he passed Number 5 and Number 10. Only one r
unner was ahead of Henry now. It was Number 16. Then Henry began to think of winning the race. He knew how much the twenty-five-dollar prize would mean to Jessie and the rest of the children.
"I am going to win this race!" he said to himself "I must pass Number 16."
He ran still faster. He could see the line at the end of the race.
"Number 4! Number 4!" shouted the people. "He is going to win!"
When Henry was near Number 16, he put his head down and ran as fast as he could. He passed Number 16 and went across the line! He had won!
The people shouted and shouted. Some men held Henry up high and carried him to Mr. Alden for the prize.
Then a man asked, "What is your name, boy?"
Henry did not know what to say. He did not want to tell his name. So he answered, "Henry James." Now this was Henry's name, but it was not all of his name.
At once the big sign said,
HENRY JAMES, NUMBER 4 WINNER OF FREE-FOR-ALL
"Here is the prize, Henry James," said Mr. Alden. "You can run well, my boy. I like to see you run."
He gave Henry a silver cup and the twenty-five dollars. Then he shook hands with him.
Just then Dr. Moore came along and climbed up in the bleachers, but Henry did not see him. The doctor laughed to himself as Henry James shook hands with James Henry.
At last Henry got away from the people and started back to Dr. Moore's. He had the twenty-five-dollar prize in his pocket. When Dr. Moore came home and found Henry cutting the grass, he laughed quietly to himself.
"I just got home," said Henry. "I will tell you who won all the races."
Dr. Moore did not tell Henry that he had been up in the bleachers. He let Henry tell him about the races.
"And who won the free-for-all?" he asked. "I did," said Henry.
"You did?" cried Dr. Moore. "Good for you! What are you going to do with the money?"
"I'll give it to Jessie," answered Henry.
"Good," said the doctor again.
When Henry arrived at the boxcar with the twenty-five dollars, he found dinner ready. Jessie had boiled the rest of the vegetables and put butter on top. The children began to eat, but, hungry as they were, they stopped when Henry told them about the race and showed them the silver cup. They were so excited that they couldn't eat.
"You won the race, Henry?" cried Jessie, delighted. "Oh, I'm so glad!"
"You can run fast, Henry," said Benny. "I'm glad you won the race, too." He looked at the silver cup.
"I said my name was Henry James," said Henry.
"That's right," said Jessie. "So it is. You didn't have to change it."
"Are we rich now, Henry?" asked Benny. "No, not very," said Henry, laughing. "By the way, I bought something for supper." Jessie looked in the bag. There were some fat brown potatoes in it.
"Oh, I know how to cook these!" cried Jessie, happily. "They will be good. You just wait."
"I can't wait," said Henry, laughing. Then he went back to work.
After dinner, Benny played around with the dog.
"Benny," Jessie said suddenly, as she hung her dish towels up to dry. "It's high time you learned to read."
"No," said Benny. "No school now."
Jessie laughed. "No," she said, "you can't go to school, but I can help you. I wish I had a book."
"We could make a book," said Violet. "We have all the papers left from bundles."
"So we could," replied Jessie. "But what could we use to make the words?"
"We could use a burned stick out of the fire," said Violet.
So Jessie put the end of a long stick into the fire and burned it black. Then she used the burned end to make words.
"Won't Henry be glad when he finds Benny can read?" cried Violet.
Now Benny did not want to learn to read. But he liked to watch the girls make the book. Jessie made the words SEE ME in the book. She called Benny. But he could not tell see from me.
"Don't you see, Benny?" said Jessie. "This one has an s. It says see. This one has m. It says me."
But Benny did not see.
"It is too hard for me," he said.
"I'll tell you, Jessie," said Violet at last. "Let's make see on one paper and me on the other. That's the way they do in school. Then have him point to see."
The girls did this. They called Benny, and Jessie showed him again very carefully the word that said see. Then she put the two words down on the ground.
"Now, Benny, point to see," said Jessie. Benny looked at the two words. He could not tell.
But Watch barked and put his paw on see.
Now Watch did not know one word from the other, but Benny thought he did. Was he going to let a dog get ahead of him? Not Benny! He looked at the words and learned them almost at once.
"Good old Watch!" said Jessie.
"It isn't hard at all," said Benny. "Is it, Watch?"
Before supper Benny could read, "See me.
See me run.
I can run.
Can you run?"
"Good boy," said Jessie. "Now I must get supper."
The children started up the fire and washed the potatoes in the brook. Then Jessie put wet papers around them and put them in the fire under the hot stones.
"Are you going to burn them up, Jessie?" asked Benny.
"Oh, no, Benny," said Jessie. "You wait and see."
When Henry came home, he found Jessie rolling the potatoes out of the fire. They were very black.
"Oh, did you burn them up?" asked Henry.
"No, indeed," said Jessie. "Come and see." She gave three black potatoes to each one.
"They are very hot," said Violet. "Look out"
"Open them," said Jessie, "and take out the potato with a spoon. Then put butter on top and some salt. I will get Benny's out. Well, how are they?"
"Oh!" cried Benny. "They are delicious!"
"What did I tell you?" said Jessie. "Have some milk!"
"Milk and potatoes make a very good supper," said Henry.
"I can read," remarked Benny.
"What" said Henry.
"Yes, he can," said Violet. "He learned this afternoon. Go and get your book, Benny."
Benny liked to read now. "It is not hard," he said. "Watch can read, too."
"Oh, can he?" laughed Henry. "Let's see him."
"Watch is too tired now," said Benny. "I will read to you."
Benny read out of his new book.
"Good old Benny," said Henry. "Come to bed now. You must be tired with all that work, and I am tired, too."
XI-The Doctor Takes a Hand
The days went by happily for the boxcar children. They found more treasures in the dump, and Henry worked every day for Dr. Moore.
One noon Henry came home with some new stockings for Benny. Benny was very happy about them and made everyone admire them. And when Jessie looked at the new stockings, she had a happy thought.
She carefully washed Benny's old stockings and hung them up to dry. That afternoon she and Violet sat down, with the workbag between them, to make a bear for Benny.
"You must make a tail, too, Jessie," begged Benny, watching her put on the arms and legs and head.
"Bears don't have tails," said Jessie. "Your old bear didn't have a tail."
"But this bear must have a tail," replied Benny, knowing that Jessie would put on two tails if he asked her to.
"What kind of tail?" asked Jessie at last. "Long and thin," said Benny happily, "so I can pull it."
"Benny" cried Jessie, laughing.
But she made a tail, long and thin, just as Benny had ordered.
"What's his name, Jessie?" asked Benny, when at last the bear was handed over to him.
"I haven't thought about a name," replied Jessie. "Why don't you think up a nice name for him?"
"Well, you made him out of my old stockings. Let's name him Stockings."
"All right, Stockings it is," agreed Jessie, trying not to laugh.
And from that day on, the bear's name was Stock
ings as long as he lived. And he lived to be a very old bear, indeed.
One afternoon Jessie saw how long Benny's hair was getting, and she cut it with Violet's scissors. Benny stood quietly while she did it.
But while his sisters were getting supper, he said to himself, "Jessie cut my hair. I'll get Violet's scissors and cut Watch's hair. He will look better."
He found Violet's scissors and made Watch lie down on his side. Then he began to cut the hair off.
Benny said, "Good dog, Watch, You are Jessie's dog, and so I will cut a J in your hair. Hold still now."
Watch lay still, and Benny began to cut J. It was not a very good J, but it looked a little like one.
Soon Benny had cut off all the hair on one side, with a J in the middle. He stood admiring his work, and just then Jessie came to see what he was doing.
"Benny!" she cried. "What are you doing?" Then she began to laugh.
"Oh, Violet, come and see!" she called. "Watch looks so funny."
Jessie laughed and laughed until she almost cried. Violet laughed until she did cry. Then she could not stop crying. She cried and cried. At last Jessie made up her mind that Violet was really sick.
"You must go to bed, Violet," she said. She helped her carefully into the boxcar and put pine needles all around her and under her. Then she wet a handkerchief in the cold water of the brook and laid it on her little sister's hot head.
"I wish Henry would come home!" said Jessie. "What shall we do?"
When Henry came at last, he looked at Violet and said that maybe she had a cold. "Maybe she sat too long by the brook," he said.
"If Violet is very sick, she ought to go to the hospital," said Jessie.
"Yes, I know that," said Henry. "And we don't want her to go to a hospital if we can help it. We should have to tell her name."
"Yes," said Jessie. "Then Grandfather could find us."
The two older children sat up with Violet. They put cold water on her head. But after dark Violet shook all over, and Jessie was frightened. She covered Violet all over with pine needles, but still she shook. They could not get her warm.
"I'm going to get Dr. Moore," said Henry. "I'm afraid Violet is very sick."
Then Henry started to run. He ran even faster than he had run in the race. Down the hill into the town he ran, until he came to Dr. Moore's house.
"Please come!" he cried. "Violet is very sick! "
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