“You want to drink it?” asked Jessie.
“No, I want to put it on some blackberries, like Peter Rabbit.”
“We’ll get a big bottle of cream then, Jessie,” said Henry, laughing.
Benny began to jump around the barn and yell.
“Benny,” said Jessie, “Violet is going to bake you a birthday cake before she takes her lesson.”
“Is she?” asked Benny, giving a last yell. “I want to watch her make my cake.”
Violet got out her cooking things. She laid everything she needed on the pie-board.
“We will put the candles around the cake,” said Violet.
“I want a candle in the middle,” said Benny.
“Yes, but we want to save the middle—” Violet stopped suddenly.
“Never mind,” said Jessie. “Benny doesn’t know what we want to save the middle for.”
The cake looked wonderful. And when Violet took it out of the oven, Benny said, “It smells just like a birthday cake.”
Before she put the frosting on, Violet put the cake on two plates to get cold.
“Let’s sit down,” said Jessie, “and have a quick lunch of bread and milk. Then Henry can get the cream and candles, and Violet can take her lesson while I wash the dishes.”
“I’ll wipe the dishes for you,” said Benny.
“Aren’t you a good boy!” cried Jessie. “And on your birthday, too. You will have a happy birthday, I’m sure.
They were just finishing when Joe and Violet came in carrying their violins.
“Violet is ready to play for you,” said Joe. “Will everyone please sit down?”
Jessie was excited as she sat down on one of the boxes between Henry and Benny. Violet did not seem to be either excited or afraid. It was the first time she had played for anyone besides Joe. She waited now, holding her violin, for her teacher to tell her where to stand.
Joe told Violet to stand facing the door. He stood with his back to the wall, where he could watch Violet. Then they began to play. Violet’s part was very easy, but Joe’s part was hard. It seemed to be only Violet’s playing that the children heard. Violet did not seem like their sister.
“Beautiful!” cried Jessie at the end.
“She’s good, isn’t she?” asked Joe, turning around.
“Wonderful!” said Henry. “She could be a real violin player, couldn’t she, Joe?”
“She could be, and she will be,” replied Joe.
“I wish Violet would play it again, so I would get used to it,” said Benny.
“Do play it again,” said Jessie. “I could listen all day.”
Violet and Joe began to play the piece again. When they were halfway through it, Mr. Browning appeared at the barn door. Violet looked up and smiled, but she did not stop playing.
When the piece was finished, Mr. Browning cried, “John!”
Joe turned around and said, “Oh, Mr. Browning!” He held out his hand. “I’m really glad to see you. Everything is all right again.”
“Well, I’m glad to see you, my boy!” said Mr. Browning. “I have been looking for you for a long time.”
“Here are my friends,” said Joe. “This is Jessie””
“Oh, we did meet Mr. Browning,” said Jessie, with a smile. “We know him quite well. Please everybody sit down.”
“I could never forget the girl who makes apple pies with a green bottle,” said Mr. Browning, taking the company chair. “Or this little girl who plays the violin so well. You see, children, this Joe of yours is my best friend.”
“He’s my best friend,” said Benny.
“Yes, I think you told me so, when I was here before,” answered the man, looking at Benny. “But he was my best friend before he was yours.”
Benny thought this over, “He could have two best friends,” he said.
“Good for you! Will you let me ask him where he has been, and what is the matter with him?”
“Nothing is the matter with Joe,” said Benny.
“That’s right,” said Joe. “I wasn’t well for a long time and for a while I didn’t even remember who I was. I’ll tell you all about it later. Now, I’m better, and ready to go back to the museum. And to my uncle, if he’ll have me.”
“Have you!” said Mr. Browning. “Your uncle has almost worn himself out worrying about you.”
“Then the sooner, the better,” said Joe.
“He works in a museum,” thought Henry.
“He is a very clever man,” thought Jessie.
“Did you really think Joe was a handy man working for Captain Daniel?” asked Mr. Browning.
“N—no,” said Henry. “I thought he worked in a museum, but was taking some time off.”
“I began wondering when he got us all those books,” said Violet. “He found the names of the shells and flowers right away.”
“Joe,” said Jessie, “did you write all those books? I remember we said the name on the books is just like ours.”
Joe smiled, but he didn’t say anything.
“I don’t think you know yet who he is!” cried Mr. Browning.
“I do,” said Benny. “He knows more than what is in all those books, and he works in a museum.”
“That’s right,” said Mr. Browning. “He is the head of a museum. Do you think his name is Joseph Alden?”
“Yes,” said Benny. “I think that, too.”
“Well, it is. It is John Joseph Alden,” said Mr. Browning. “But you don’t understand yet. He is your cousin.”
“What!” cried the children together.
“Yes,” said Mr. Browning. “Joe’s father and your grandfather were brothers.”
“Joe, did you ever live with Grandfather?” asked Henry.
Joe looked at his cousins and said, “I used to live there before I went away, and now I think I’ll go back. That is, if Uncle James will have me and my cousins don’t mind?”
“Mind!” cried Henry. “It would be wonderful!”
“Oh, Joe!” shouted Benny. “You can keep on knowing things all the time. I’d rather have you live with us than even Watch!”
And nobody could say more than that.
CHAPTER 14
Everybody’s Birthday
Somebody had better call Grandfather right away,” said Henry.
“Let me,” said Benny. “It’s my birthday.”
Later, when Benny came back from Captain Daniel’s hut, he said, “Grandfather is coming today, and he’s bringing Dr. Moore and his mother.”
“That’s great,” said Henry. “We’ll have a big party.”
Then Benny said to Joe, “Are you going to tell Grandfather that he’s your grandfather, too?”
“He isn’t my grandfather, Benny. He’s my uncle.”
“All right, are you going to tell him that he’s your uncle?” asked Benny.
“He will know me as soon as he sees me,” replied Joe.
Mr. Browning said, “I don’t think he had better see you suddenly, John. He must be very sad because he thinks he has lost you. Sudden news like this is not good for an old man.”
“Let Jessie fix it,” said Joe. “I will stay in the hut until you tell me it’s all right.”
Jessie promised to do her best.
Joe went back to Captain Daniel’s hut to wait. In a few minutes they could see the motorboat coming, and soon Mr. Alden and the Moores were on the dock.
“Hello, Grandfather!” cried Benny. “It’s my birthday!”
“Well, so it is!” replied Mr. Alden. “Happy birthday, my boy!”
Then everyone began to speak at once.
“That’s a big basket you have,” said Jessie to Dr. Moore.
“Sh, sh!” said the doctor, laughing. He took out another big basket just like it and some packages. “Presents,” he whispered to Jessie.
“I got a big bottle of cream for my birthday, Grandfather,” said Benny.
“It was funny, Grandfather,” said Jessie, half laughing. “That’s all he wanted
, so we got it.”
“You did right, my dear,” said Mr. Alden. “People should have what they want on birthdays.”
“I got lots of surprises today,” Benny went on.
“He doesn’t know them all himself, yet,” said Jessie quickly. She didn’t know what Benny might say next.
“This island is just full of surprises, and that would be a good name for it—Surprise Island.”
“It would!” cried Henry. “Just think of all the surprises we’ve had. Let’s call it Surprise Island.”
“I think that’s a wonderful name,” said Mrs. Moore. “I hope they were all good surprises.”
“Every one,” said Henry, trying to get Benny to think of something else. “There were clams, and the Indian things, and the violin.”
“And my birthday,” said Benny. “Are your veins all right, Grandfather?”
“Veins?” asked Mr. Alden.
“Yes,” said Benny. “You know some people have funny veins, so when they hear something awfully good, suddenly, they just drop down dead.”
“I am sure that good news wouldn’t kill me,” said Mr. Alden. “Now, Mrs. Moore, just look at that white sand! Isn’t it beautiful?”
“It certainly is,” said Mrs. Moore.
“It’s very good sand for houses, too,” said Benny, running down to it.
“Let’s build a house, then,” said Dr. Moore, putting down the baskets.
Jessie was trying to think of exactly the right way to tell her grandfather about Joe. She had not wanted to tell the news too suddenly, but Benny seemed to have made it easy.
“I suppose Benny is right about the veins, isn’t he, Grandfather?” she said.
“I suppose so,” said Mr. Alden, laughing. He sat down on a rock. “But I never could understand it.If I had good news, I wouldn’t want to miss the fun.”
“That sounds right to me,” said Henry, laughing.
Jessie could not wait any longer. “We have a wonderful surprise for you, Grandfather!” she said, getting up. “Come! You know what you promised about the veins?”
“You can’t drop dead, because you promised!” shouted Benny.
“What do you mean?” asked Mr. Alden, looking very white. He started to go with the excited children.
“Think of the nicest surprise you can,” said Henry. “What would that thing be?”
“It wouldn’t be a thing; it would be a man,” said Mr. Alden.
“That’s all right!” cried Jessie. “It is a man!”
Violet took her grandfather’s hand. “Are you too worn out to run just a little way, now? Joe is so worried.”
“Joe?” said Mr. Alden. But then he saw two men coming along.
“My dear John!” cried Mr. Alden. Joe ran up and took his uncle’s hands.
“Uncle James, I want you to meet my good friend, Mr. Browning,” said Joe.
“I am glad to meet you, Mr. Browning,” said Mr. Alden as they shook hands.
Then he turned to Joe. “But why didn’t you come home, John? Why didn’t you come right to me?”
“Before I came home, I wanted to be sure I was all right,” said Joe. “But first I went to old Captain Daniel on the island. I met Dr. Moore early this summer when he came with the children.”
“Dr. Moore, do you mean you knew who he was all this time?” asked Mr. Alden.
“Yes,” replied the doctor, “but I promised not to tell. I wanted to be sure myself that Joe was well again. Besides, it was a good way for him to get to know his new cousins.”
“I got two presents for my birthday,” said Benny, “a new cousin and a bottle of cream.”
“I feel as if it were my birthday,” said Joe, looking at him.
“And so do I,” agreed Mr. Alden.
“I think it’s my birthday, too,” said Mr. Browning, looking at his old friend.
“It’s everybody’s birthday,” cried Jessie. “Can’t you all come to the barn for our birthday supper? We can cut the cake into tiny slices.”
“I thought of that, also, Jessie,” said Mrs. Moore, going over to the little housekeeper. “I brought over some sliced ham and other food in those two big baskets. I hope you don’t mind? I hear you have blackberries and cream.”
“And my birthday cake,” said Benny.
“Oh, dear! I haven’t put on the candles, yet! I haven’t even frosted it!” cried Violet.
“Benny, you stay here with the men,” said Jessie. “Mrs. Moore will help Henry and me while Violet frosts the cake.”
Violet put some sugar and egg whites into a bowl. After the frosting was made, she put it on the cake, sides and all.
“Let’s put the candles around the edge of the cake and ‘Watch’ in the middle,” she said. One day Henry had bought a little toy dog that looked like Watch. The cake looked delicious when Violet put it into the little cupboard.
Mrs. Moore began to take things out of the baskets. Besides a large plate piled high with ham there were many other delicious things to eat.
Jessie was delighted that Mrs. Moore had brought some extra plates and a tablecloth. She helped Mrs. Moore put the white cloth carefully on the table. Violet set the birthday cake at Benny’s place. Then she filled a bowl with purple and white flowers to put in the middle of the table.
When Benny saw the cake and the toy dog he laughed and said, “Ho, that looks just like Watch in the middle of my cake!”
Now everybody began to sit down around the table. Some sat on boxes, Grandfather sat on the company chair, and Joe sat on a block of wood.
Mrs. Moore passed the plate of ham to Benny.
“No, thank you,” said Benny. “I don’t want any ham. I just want blackberries and sugar and cream.”
“Since it’s his birthday party, let him have what he wants,” said Jessie.
“I’ll feel bad if you don’t eat some cake,” said Violet.
“All right,” said Benny, “but after I eat my cake, I don’t want anything except blackberries and cream, like Peter Rabbit.”
“Only Peter Rabbit didn’t get any. Don’t you remember?” said Grandfather.
“He will this time,” said Joe. “At last Peter Rabbit has his blackberries and cream, on his birthday.”
“Everybody is happy, then,” said Mr. Alden, looking around at the smiling faces. “And that is just right, because it is everybody’s birthday.”
CHAPTER 15
Good-by, Summer
It was late summer and the children were sitting with Joe on the beach.
“We have to go home tonight,” said Jessie sadly.
“Grandfather says he wants to take us on a trip before school begins,” said Henry.
“I don’t mind going home,” said Violet. “I miss Grandfather, and he must have been lonesome, even if he didn’t say so.”
“I hope we can come again next summer,” said Henry. “We have had such a good time.”
“I’m glad we can sit down and talk quietly,” said Joe, “because I want to tell you something. I hope you won’t feel too bad about it.”
“What is it?” asked Henry quickly.
“It’s about the cave and the shell-pile,” said Joe.
“Oh, yes,” said Jessie. “Tell us the whole story, Joe.”
“I know you would like to dig in that cave now. You found it, and you found the Indian things in it. But somebody ought to dig there who understands it.”
“Meaning yourself?” asked Henry.
“No, not alone,” replied Joe. “Your grandfather, my Uncle James, is letting a lot of men come to work at the cave. They are coming over with all their tools to dig very carefully so that they won’t miss anything.”
“That’s all right,” said Benny. “Couldn’t we watch them?”
“Sometimes you could,” said Joe. “Sometimes you couldn’t. You see they are going to blow the top off the cave.”
He watched the children as he said this.
“Oh, boy!” cried Benny. “That’s the day I’d like to come.”
“You would!” said Joe. “That’s just the day you can’t come.”
Benny suddenly began yelling at the top of his voice, “I want to come the day they blow the top off the cave!”
And then he began to howl. Throwing himself down on the sand, he howled and yelled just as loudly as he could.
“My!” cried Joe, who had not heard Benny howl before. “Can’t you stop him? Does he do that often?”
“No, not often,” shouted Jessie over the noise.
“Listen, Benny,” said Violet. “Stop crying and I’ll build you a sand house.”
But Benny still howled.
“Look here, Benny!” said Henry finally. “What will Joe think?”
In spite of anything they could say, Benny yelled on and on.
“I’m sorry,” Henry said to Joe at last. “He will stop some time. Some day he’ll grow up.”
Just then a voice said very softly, “Please—” It was Captain Daniel.
“I came over,” he began, but stopped because of the noise.
Benny opened one eye.
Captain Daniel went on a little louder, “I came over to see if you’d like to go with me when I get my lobsters.”
At this, Benny opened the other eye and stopped howling. “I would,” he said.
“Whew!” said Joe. “What a noise that was!”
“It was for sure,” said Captain Daniel. “I heard it down in my boat.”
“He hasn’t howled all summer until today,” said Henry. “He’s getting over it.”
“I hope so,” said Joe.
“We’d like to go with you very much, Captain Daniel,” said Jessie.
“Any time,” said the captain.
“Let’s go right now,” said Benny, just as if he had never cried at all.
“All right, Captain, we’re ready to go,” said Henry.
Then everyone jumped up and climbed over the rocks with Captain Daniel to the motorboat.
As they scrambled into the boat, Benny asked, “Is it fun to get lobsters, Captain Daniel?”
“I enjoy it,” answered the captain. “Your grandfather enjoys it, too. I promised him to take you out once before you went home.”
There was a pail of fish-heads for bait in the bottom of the boat and a big empty box. Captain Daniel told them all where to sit.
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