December was nearly over. Christmas had come. Bos'n had hung up her stocking by the base-burner stove, and found it warty and dropsical the next morning, with a generous overflow of gifts piled on the floor beneath it. The Board of Strategy sent presents; so did Miss Dawes and Georgianna. As for Captain Cy he spent many evening hours, after the rest of his household was in bed, poring over catalogues of toys and books, and the orders he sent to the big shops in Boston were lengthy and costly. The little girl's eyes opened wide when she saw the stocking and the treasures heaped on the floor. She sat in her "nighty" amidst the wonders, books, and playthings in a circle about her, and the biggest doll of all hugged close in her arms. Captain Cy, who had arisen at half past five in order to be with her on the great occasion, was at least as happy as she.
"Like 'em, do you?" he asked, smiling.
"like 'em! O Uncle Cy! What makes everybody so good to me?""I don't know. Strange thing, ain't it--considerin' what a hard little ticket you are."Bos'n laughed. She understood her "Uncle Cy," and didn't mind being called a "hard ticket" by him.
"I--I--didn't believe anybody COULD have such a nice Christmas. Inever saw so many nice things."
"Humph! What do you like best?"
The answer was a question, and was characteristic.
"Which did you give me?" asked Bos'n.
The captain would have dodged, but she wouldn't let him. So one by one the presents he had given were indicated and put by themselves.
The remainder were but few, but she insisted that the givers of these should be named. When the sorting was over she sat silently hugging her doll and, apparently, thinking.
"Well?" inquired the amused captain. "Made up your mind yet?
Which do you like best?"
The child nodded.
"Why, these, of course," she declared with emphasis, pointing with her dollie's slippered foot at Captain Cy's pile.
"So? Do, hey? Didn't know I could pick so well. All right; the first prize is mine. Who takes the second?"This time Bos'n deliberated before answering. At last, however, she bent forward and touched the teacher's gifts.
"These," she said. "I like these next best."Captain Cy was surprised.
"Sho!" he exclaimed. "You don't say!"
"Yes. I think I like teacher next to you. I like Georgianna and Mr. Tidditt and Mr. Bangs, of course, but I like her a little better. Don't you, uncle Cyrus?"The captain changed the subject. He asked her what she should name her doll.
The Board of Strategy came in during the forenoon, and the presents had to be shown to them. While the exhibition was in progress Miss Dawes called. And before she left Gabe Lumley drove up in the depot wagon bearing a big express package addressed to "Miss Emily Thomas, Bayport.""Humph!" exclaimed Captain Cy. "Somethin' more for Bos'n, hey!
Who in the world sent it, do you s'pose?"
Asaph and Bailey made various inane suggestions as to the sender.
Phoebe said nothing. There was a frown on her face as she watched the captain get to work on the box with chisel and hammer. It contained a beautiful doll, fully and expensively dressed, and pinned to the dress was a card--"To dear little Emmie, from her lonesome Papa."The Board of Strategy looked at the doll in wonder and astonishment.
Captain Cy strode away to the window.
"Well!" exclaimed Mr. Bangs. "I didn't believe he had that much heart inside of him. I bet you that cost four or five dollars;ain't that so, Cy?"
The captain did not answer.
"Don't you think so, teacher?" repeated Bailey, turning to Phoebe.
"What ails you? You don't seem surprised."
"I'm not," replied the lady. "I expected something of that sort."Captain Cy wheeled from the window.
"You DID?" he asked.
"Yes. Miss Phinney said the other day she had heard that that man was going to give his daughter a beautiful present. She was very enthusiastic about his generosity and self-sacrifice. I asked who told her and she said Mr. Simpson.""Oh! Tad? Is that so!" The captain looked at her.
"Yes. And I think there is no doubt that Simpson had orders to make the 'generosity' known to as many townspeople as possible.""Hum! I see. You figure that Thomas cal'lates 'twill help his popularity and make his case stronger; is that it?""Not exactly. I doubt if he ever thought of such a thing himself.
But some one thought for him--and some one must have supplied the money.""Well, they say he's to work up in Boston."
"I know. But no one can tell where he works. Captain Whittaker, this is Mr. Atkins's doing--you know it. Now, WHY does he, a busy man, take such an interest in getting this child away from you?"Captain Cy shook his head and smiled.
"Teacher," he said, "you're dead set on taggin' Heman with a mystery, ain't you?""Miss Dawes," asked the forgetful Bailey, "when you and me went drivin' t'other day did you find out anything from--"Phoebe interrupted quickly.
"Mr. Bangs," she said, "at what time do we distribute Christmas presents at your boarding house? I suppose you must have many Christmas secrets to keep. You keep a secret SO well."Mr. Bangs turned red. The hint concerning secret keeping was not wasted. He did not mention the drive again.
A little later Captain Cy found Bos'n busily playing with the doll he had given her. The other, her father's gift, was nowhere in sight.
"I put her back in the box," said the child in reply to his question. "She was awful pretty, but I think I'm goin' to love this one best."The remark seems a foolish thing to give comfort to a grown man, but Captain Cy found comfort in it, and comfort was what he needed.
He needed it more as time went on. In January the court gave its decision. The captain's appointment as guardian was revoked. With the father alive, and professedly anxious to provide for the child's support, nothing else was to be expected, so Mr. Peabody said. The latter entered an appeal which would delay matters for a time, two or three months perhaps; meanwhile Captain Cy was to retain custody of Bos'n.
