him, and therefore he had yielded again, and there was a stove there also. It was hard at work now. He had insisted, however, that the wide, low-ceilinged, comfortable sitting-room should remain a good deal as his father had left it to him; and there the fireplace held its wood-devouring own. That was one reason why it was the pleasantest room in the house, especially on a winter evening.
Penelope had known that fireplace a long while. She had even played "hide-and-coop" in it in warm weather, when it was bright and clean. But she thought she had never before seen it so full. "Such a big back-log!" she exclaimed aloud. But aunt Judith had followed her in to make sure of the condition of things, and it was her voice that added, —
"Yes, and the fore-stick's a foot through. Your father heaped it up just before he set out for the village. He might a'most as well have piled the whole tree in."
"Father likes fire: so do I."
"He's an awful wasteful man with his wood, though. Pen, just you put down that poker. Do you want to have them there top logs a-rollin' across the floor?"
"That one lies crooked."
"My child! let it be. I daresn't leave you alone one minute. You'll burn the house down over our heads, one of these days."
Pen obeyed. She slowly lowered the long, heavy iron rod, and laid it down on the hearth; but such a fire as that was a terrible temptation. Almost any man in the world might have been glad to have a good poke at it, if only to see the showers of sparks go up from the glowing hickory logs.
"There they come!"
Pen turned away from the fire very suddenly; and aunt Judith put her hand to her ear, and took off her spectacles, so she could listen better.
"I shouldn't wonder."
"That's the sleigh-bells! It's our sleigh, I know it is. Shall I begin to make the waffles?"
"Don't you tetch 'em. Pen, get out that chiny thing your mother got to put the maple-sirup in."
"Oh, I forgot that."
She brought it out like a flash now; and it must have been the only thing she had forgotten when she set the table, for she had walked anxiously around it twenty times, at least, since she put the last plate in its place.
Faint and far, from away down the road, beyond the turn, the winter wind brought up the merry jingle of bells. By the time Pen had brought the china pitcher for the sirup from its shelf in the closet, and once more darted to the window, she could see her father's black team – blacker than ever against the snow – trotting towards the house magnificently.
"Don't I wish I'd gone with 'em! But it was Corry's turn. I guess Susie isn't used to waffles, but she can't help liking 'em."
That was quite possible, but it might also be of some importance whether Penelope or aunt Judith should have the care of the waffle-irons.
Jingle-jangle-jingle, louder and louder, came the merry bells, till they stopped at the great gate, and a tall boy sprang out of the sleigh to open it. The front-door of the house swung open quicker than did the gate, and Pen was on the stoop, shouting anxiously, —
"Did they come, Corry? Did you get 'em?"
A deep voice from the sleigh responded with a chuckle, —
"Yes, Pen, we caught 'em both. They're right here, and they can't get away now."
"I see 'em! There's cousin Susie!"
At that moment she remembered to turn and shout back into the house, —
"Aunt Judith, here they are! They've got 'em both!"
But there was her aunt already in the doorway, with the steaming waffle-irons in one hand.
"Sakes alive, child! You'll freeze the whole house. Poor things! and they ain't used to cold weather."
Aunt Judith must have had an idea that it was generally summer in the city.
The sleigh jangled right up to the bottom step of the stoop now. Mr. Farnham got out first, and was followed by his wife. They were followed by a very much wrapped-up young lady, into whose arms Pen fairly jumped, exclaiming, —
"Susie! Susie Hudson!"
There were no signs of frost-bite on Susie's rosy cheeks, and she hugged Penelope vigorously. Just behind her, a little more dignifiedly, there descended from the sleigh a boy who may have been two years younger, say fourteen or fifteen, who evidently felt that the occasion called upon him for his self-possession.
"Pen," said her mother, "don't you mean to kiss cousin Porter?"
Pen was ready. Her little hands went out, and her bright, welcoming face was lifted for the kiss; but, if Porter Hudson had been a waffle, he would not have been burned by it at all. It was not altogether because he was a boy, and a big one, but that he was more a stranger. Susie had paid her country-cousins a long summer visit only the year before, while Porter had not been seen by any of them since he was four years old. Both he and they had forgotten that he had ever been so small as that.
Mr. Farnham started for the barn, to put away his team, bidding Corry go on into the house with his cousins. Aunt Judith was at last able to close the door behind them, and keep any more of the winter from coming in.
It took but half a minute to help Susie and Porter Hudson get their things off, and then aunt Judith all but forced them into the chairs she had set for them in front of the great fireplace.
"What a splendid fire!"
It was Susie said that, with the glow of it making her very pretty face look brighter and prettier, and very happy. She had already won aunt Judith's heart over again by being so glad to see her, and she kept right on winning it, needlessly; for every thing about that room had to be looked at twice, and admired, and told how nice it was.
"It is indeed a remarkably fine fire," said Porter with emphasis, at the end of a full minute.
"And we're going to have waffles and maple-sugar for supper," said Pen. "Don't you like waffles?"
"Yes," said Porter: "they're very nice, no doubt."
"And after such a sleigh-ride," chimed in Susie. "The sleighing is splendid, beautiful!"
"More snow here than you have in the city?" suggested Corry to Porter.
"Yes, a little; but then, we have to have ours removed as fast as it comes down, – get it out of the way, you know."
"It isn't in the way here. We'd have a high time of it if we tried to get rid of our snow."
"I should say you would. And then it does very well where the people make use of sleighs."
"Don't you have 'em in the city?"
Pen was looking at her cousins with eyes that were full of pity, but at that moment aunt Judith called to her from the kitchen, —
"Penelope, come and watch the waffle-irons while I make the tea."
"Waffles!" exclaimed Susie. "I never saw any made."
"Come with me, then. I'll show you; that is, if you're warm enough."
"Warm! Why, I wasn't
