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Sarah Rose from the table. "There's a lot of work to be done here," sheannounced, "before we can bring in my plunder." She meant her furnitureand other possessions in the wagon. "First, we'll need plenty of hotwater. Who wants to go to the spring?"
She was looking at Abe. "I'll go, ma'am." He grabbed the water bucketand hurried through the door.
Abe made several trips to the spring that afternoon. Each bucket full ofwater that he brought back was poured into the big iron kettle over thefireplace. Higher and higher roared the flames. When Sarah wasn't askingfor more water, she was asking for more wood. The steady chop-chop ofTom's ax could be heard from the wood lot.
Everyone was working, even Dennis. Sarah gave him a pan of soap and hotwater and told him to wash the cabin walls. The girls scrubbed thetable, the three-legged stools, and the corner cupboard inside and out.Sarah climbed the peg ladder to peer into the loft.
"Tsch! Tsch!" she said, when she saw the corn husks and dirty bearskinson which the boys had been sleeping. "Take them out and burn them, Tom."
"Burn them?" he protested.
"Yes, and burn the covers on the downstairs bed, too. I reckon I haveenough feather beds and blankets to go around. We're starting fresh inthis house. We'll soon have it looking like a different place."
Not since Nancy died had the cabin had such a thorough cleaning. Thencame the most remarkable part of that remarkable afternoon--theunloading of the wagon. Sarah's pots and pans shone from much scouring.Her wooden platters and dishes were spotless. And the furniture! She hadchairs with real backs, a table, and a big chest filled with clothes.There was one bureau that had cost forty-five dollars. Abe ran hisfinger over the shining dark wood. Sarah hung a small mirror above itand he gasped when he looked at his reflection. This was the firstlooking glass that he had ever seen.
Most remarkable of all were the feather beds. One was laid on the polebed, downstairs. Another was placed on a clean bearskin in the oppositecorner to provide a sleeping place for the girls. The third was carriedto the loft for the three boys. When Abe went to bed that night, he sankdown gratefully into the comfortable feathers. The homespun blanket thatcovered him was soft and warm.
On either side, Dennis and Johnny were asleep. Abe lay between them,wide awake, staring into the darkness. The new Mrs. Lincoln was good andkind. He knew that. She had seemed pleased when Sally called her"Mamma." Somehow he couldn't. There was still a lonesome place in hisheart for his own mother.
Something else was worrying him. Before going to bed, Sarah Lincoln hadlooked at him and Sally out of her calm gray eyes. "Tomorrow I aim tomake you young ones look more human," she said. Abe wondered what shemeant.
He found out the next morning. Tom and Dennis left early to go hunting.Abe went out to chop wood for the fireplace. When he came back, he metthe three girls going down the path. Sally was walking between her twostepsisters, but what a different Sally! She wore a neat, pretty dressthat had belonged to Betsy. She had on Sarah's shawl. Her hair wascombed in two neat pigtails. Her face had a clean, scrubbed look. Hereyes were sparkling. She was taking Betsy and Mathilda to call on one ofthe neighbors.
"Good-by, Mamma," she called.
Sarah stood in the doorway, waving to the girls. Then she saw Abe, hisarms piled high with wood. "Come in," she said. "Sally has had her bath.Now I've got a tub of good hot water and a gourd full of soap waitingfor you. Skedaddle out of those old clothes and throw them in the fire."
"I ain't got any others." Abe looked terrified.
"I don't aim to pluck your feathers without giving you some new ones."Sarah laughed. "I sat up late last night, cutting down a pair of Mr.Johnston's old pants. I got a shirt, too, laid out here on the bed."
Slowly Abe started taking off his shirt. He looked fearfully at the tubof hot water.
"There's no call to be scared," said Sarah. "That tub won't bite. NowI'm going down to the spring. By the time I get back, I want you to haveyourself scrubbed all over."
Abe stuck one toe into the water. He said, "Ouch!" and drew it out. Hethen tried again, and put in his whole foot. He put in his other foot.He sat down in the tub. By the time Sarah returned he was standingbefore the fire, dressed in the cut-down trousers and shirt of the lateMr. Johnston.
Sarah seemed pleased. "You look like a different boy," she said. "Thosetrousers are a mite too big, but you'll soon grow into them."
Abe was surprised how good it felt to be clean again. "Thank you, ma'am.Now I'd better get in some more wood."
"We have plenty of wood," said Sarah. "You see that stool? You sit downand let me get at your hair. It looks like a heap of underbrush."
Abe watched anxiously when she opened the top drawer of the bureau andtook out a haw comb and a pair of scissors. I'll stand for it this time,he thought, because she's been so good to us. But if she pulls toohard--
Mrs. Lincoln _did_ pull. But when Abe said "Ouch!" she patted hisshoulder and waited a moment. He closed his eyes and screwed up hisface, but he said nothing more. Perhaps she couldn't help pulling, hedecided. Lock after lock she snipped off. He began to wonder if he wasgoing to have any hair left by the time she got through.
"I've been watching you, Abe. You're a right smart boy," she said. "Hadmuch schooling?"
"I've just been to school by littles."
"Have you a mind to go again?"
"There ain't any school since Master Crawford left. Anyhow, Pappydoesn't set much store by eddication."
"What do you mean, Abe?"
"He says I know how to read and write and cipher and that's enough foranyone."
"You can read?" she asked.
"Yes'm, but I haven't any books."
"You can read and you haven't any books. I have books and I can't read."
Abe looked at her, amazed. "You have _books_?"
Sarah nodded, but said nothing more until she had finished cutting hishair. Then she led him over to the bureau.
"Now see if you don't like yourself better without that brush heap ontop of your head," she asked him.
A boy with short neat hair gazed back at Abe from the mirror.
"I still ain't the prettiest boy in Pigeon Creek," he drawled, "butthere ain't quite so much left to be ugly. I'm right glad, ma'am, youcleared away the brush heap."
Was he joking? He looked so solemn that Sarah could not be sure. Then hegrinned. It was the first time that she had seen him smile.
"You're a caution, Abe," she said. "Now sit yourself down over there atthe table, and I'll show you my books."
She opened the top drawer of the bureau and took out four worn littlevolumes. Although she could not read, she knew the titles: "Here theyare: _Robinson Crusoe_, _Pilgrim's Progress_, _Sinbad the Sailor_, and_Aesop's Fables_."
"Oh, ma'am, this book by Mr. Aesop is one the schoolmaster had. Thestories are all about some smart talking animals."
He seemed to have forgotten her, as he bent his neat shorn head downover the pages. He chuckled when he read something that amused him.Sarah watched him curiously. He was not like her John. He was not likeany boy that she had ever known. But the hungry look in his eyes wentstraight to her heart.
He looked up at her shyly. "Ma'am," he said, "will you let me read thesebooks sometimes?"
"Why, Abe, you can read them any time you like. I'm giving them to youto keep."
"Oh, _Mamma_!" The name slipped out as though he were used to saying it.He had a feeling that Nancy, his own mother, had never gone away.
"You're my boy, now," Sarah told him, "and I aim to help you all I can.The next time a school keeps in these parts, I'm going to ask your pappyto let you and the other children go."
"Thank you, ma'am," said Abe. "I mean--thank you, Mamma."