in the night.
âWe done pretty good in tamping out the fire, then raking up. Me and Charâthe other boys will build up the back wall of the privy as quick as we can filchâfind the lumber. I will myself personally shave enough new shingles to patch the roofâ¦â
I ran out of things I was going to do as quick as I could get to them. Still, Tansy stood there. The lamplight flickered on her face.
Next to me, Lloyd was half his natural size, almost completely concealed by his pillow.
I wracked my brain for what else I better do. âAnd Iâll get the wad out of the bell,â I said. ââ¦whoever done thatâ¦â
After a time, Tansy broke her silence. âOh yes, youâll do all that,â she said. âAnd more. Youâve had a narrow escape. Youâre one lucky boy. What if the fire had spread into that sugarbush grove? Do you happen to recall whose particular grove that is?â
Helpful Lloyd spoke from behind his pillow. âAunt Fanny Hamline.â
âThatâs right,â said Tansy. âAunt Fanny Hamline.â
Tansy gave me time to picture Aunt Fanny Hamline in my mind. She was maybe the meanest living woman in Indiana now that Miss Myrt was no more.
It wasnât fair. âWhat about Charââ
âDid Charlie wad the bell?â Tansy spoke like lightning striking. âSo if weâd had to ring it for help to fight the fire, weâd have been up a gum stump?â
âButââ
âWas it Charlieâs chore to scythe the weeds around the privy in this dry weather?â Tansy pondered. âI begin to see the pattern. You muffle the bell. You leave the weeds standing. Then you set the fire.â
âNo, no, it wasnât nothing likeââ
âBut thatâs not your worst offense.â The lamp burned lower now as my time ran out. âNo. Your worst crime was to hold me up to derision.â
Derision was one of our D words that nobody could spell. Some said it wasnât even a word, until we looked it up.
âYou burned down the privy to hold me up to public derision on my first day of teaching. That is a capital offense. Men have hung for less.â
I whined, âThereâs no eviââ
âThereâll be evidence across your back end and Charlieâs too. Big red welts. The smoking alone will win Charlie his stripes from Preacher Parr when I tell him and Dad aboutââ
âTansy, donât,â I beseeched. âWeâre going to makeâ¦â
âRestitution?â she said, though we werenât to the R âs yet. âYou bet your sweet life you are. Youâll split a winterâs worth of kindling as soon as you put up the school stove. Youâll be splitting kindling in your sleep. And youâll get to school every morning before me to lay the fire. Youâll take down the stovepipe every two weeks like clockwork to empty the soot. Youâll stack and youâll stoke and youâll take out the ashes.â
âMiss Myrt always had us take them chores in turns. Sheââ
âAnd youâll have plenty of reason to miss her,â Tansy said.
A whimper rose from behind Lloydâs pillow, and maybe mine.
Tansy turned at last to go. Seeming to remember something, she looked back. âAnd tomorrow directly schoolâs out, youâll hitch Siren to the wagon because weâre going on a little errand.â
âWhat kind ofââ
âYouâll find out.â
âNot me too?â Lloyd said, muffled, scared.
âNo, not you, just Russell,â Tansy said. âThough, Lloyd, why you canât spell expectorate when itâs spelled just like it sounds, I cannot fathom.â The lamp in her hand hissed and spat. Then Tansy was swallowed by the night. The smell of coal oil hung in the room.
I made a note in my mind to talk over our Dakota plans with Charlie. It was high time to head