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This episode is brought to you by Hens of the Woods. Tonight, we'll read the next part too, the Boxcar Children, written by schoolteacher Gertrude Chandler Warner, and published in 1924. The Boxcar children tells the story of four orphan children, Henry, Jesse, Violet, and Benny. They create a home for themselves in an abandoned box-car in the forest. In the last episode, Henry gets more work to do from the doctor. This time organizing his garage. He ends up impressing both the doctor and the doctor's mother. He suggests that when he comes back to work next, the cherry trees need picked, and if he knows any other hard workers like himself, he can bring them along. The next day is Sunday, so instead of working for the doctor, Henry spends the day with

his siblings damning water from their creek to build a swimming pool.

Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. Relax your body into the softness of your bed. Now, take a few deep breaths. When the three top logs were at last dropped into place, the excited children sat down to watch the pool fill. This it did slowly. Finding no means of exit, the water was quieter. It rose steadily up the barricade of logs and widened beautifully. And then the water began to overflow the logs. It spilled over the top with a delightful curve, and on the other side it formed a second waterfall. Not high and narrow and graceful like the natural fall above, but very low and wide. The girls left to prepare dinner, but Henry could not be persuaded to leave the wonderful swimming pool. I'd rather swim than eat," he said. Luckily for the children, their supply of provisions was the largest of any day since their flight. The girls lighted the fire and heated up the remainder of the stew and cut the bread. The butter, hard and cold in the refrigerator, was taken out and four portions cut from it. The two doughnuts made four half rings for dessert. The cooks rang the dinner bell. This was an ingenious arrangement hung on a low branch. It consisted of a piece of bent steel swung on a string. Violet hid it sharply with another piece of steel. It sounded deeply and musically through the woods, and the boys understood it and obeyed at once. It was evident the moment they appeared that at least three of the family had been swimming. Watch shook himself violently at intervals, spattering water drops in all directions. Henry and Benny, fresh and radiant, with plastered hair and clean dry stockings and plowses, apparently like to swim and eat too. You can actually swim a few strokes in it, Jess, if you're careful. Henry said, with excusable pride, as he sat down to dinner. Building a dam is wonderful sauce for a dinner. I think stew is much better the second day, observed Benny eating hungrily. There remained two more adventures for the eventful day. The girls cut their hair. Violets' dark curls came off first. They're awfully in the way. Explained violet and so much trouble when you're working. They were tangled too, and just cut them off evenly by a string with violet's little scissors. Jess's chestnut hair was long and silky and nicely braided, but she never murmured as it came off to. The two girls ran to the Brook Mirror to see how they looked. The new haircut was very becoming to both. I like you better that way," said Henry approvingly, lots more sensible when you're living in the woods. Around four o'clock the children took a long walk in the opposite direction from any of the other explorations. They were rewarded by two discoveries. One was a hollow tree literally filled with walnuts, gathered presumably by a thrifty squirrel the previous fall. The other discovery frightened them a little, just at first. For with bristling back and a loud bark, watch suddenly began to

route out something in the leaves, and that something began to cackle and half run and half fly from the intruders. It was a runaway hen. The children succeeded in catching the dog and reducing him to order. Although it was clear, he liked very much to chase hens. She had some eggs too. Remarked Benny as if trying to make pleasant conversation? Just bent over incredulously and saw a root nest in the moss in which there were five eggs. A runaway hen said Henry, hardly believing his eyes. She wants to hide her nest and raise chickens. The children had no scruples at all about taking the eggs. Almost a gift from heaven said Violet stroking one of the eggs with a delicate finger. It wouldn't be polite to refuse them. Scramble eggs made a delicious supper for the children. Just broke all the eggs into the biggest bowl and beat them vigorously with a spoon until they were light and foamy. Then she added milk and salt and delegated violet to beat them some more while she prepared the fire. The big kettle, empty and clean, was hung over the low fire and butter was dropped in. Just watched it anxiously, tipping the kettle slightly in all directions. the butter had reached the exact shade of brown, just poured in the eggs and stirred them carefully, holding their skirts away from the fire. She was amply repaid for her care when she saw her family attack the meal. Clearly this was a feast today. We shall have to be satisfied tomorrow to live on bread and milk. She observed scraping up the last delicious morsel. But when tomorrow came, they had more than bread and milk, as you will soon see. Cherry-picking Henry meditated a while all to himself early the next morning as to whether he ought to take anyone with him for the cherry-picking.

He certainly said he could use more than one. He mused. Failing to decide the question, he laid it before his sisters as they ate bread and milk for breakfast. I can't see any reason except one why we shouldn't all go.

Said Jess. What's that? Asked Henry. Well, you see there are four of us, and supposing grandfather is looking for us, it'll be easier to find four than one. True. Agreed, Henry. But supposing we went down the hill and through the streets two by two, and you took watch. It was finally agreed that Henry and Benny would attract very little attention together. Violet and Jess would follow with the dog Who would trace Henry? And so they set out.

They took down the clothesline and closed the car door. Everything instantly looked as lonesome as heart could wish. Even the merry little brook looked deserted. When the children arrived at the McAllister orchard, they soon saw that they were not the only workers. Two hired men, and the young doctor himself were carrying ladders and baskets from the barn, and the Irish cook was bringing piles of square baskets from the house.

The kind that strawberries are sold in. The girls can pick cherries as well as I can, said Henry, introducing his sisters. Benny ought not to climb very tall trees, but we had to bring him. Benny can carry the baskets, perhaps.

Suggested the doctor? Much amused. You see, this is a cherry year, and we have to work quickly when we once begin. Perhaps you can fill the small baskets from the big ones. It was a cherry year, certainly. There were two varieties in the orchard, the pale yellow kind with a red cheek and the deep crimson ones, which were just as red in the center as they were on the outside. The red ones were huge, bursting with juice, and the trees were laid in full with the luscious fruit. Even the air was perfumed. It was a pretty sight that the doctor finally turned his back upon when he went on his calls. Henry, slim, tanned, and graceful, picked rapidly from the tallest ladder in the largest tree. The two girls in their sensible bloomers suits could climb like cats. They leaned against the ladder as easily about halfway up, their fluffy, short hair gleaming in the sun. Benny trotted two and fro, waiting upon the busy pickers, his cheeks as red as the cherries themselves. Eat all you want, Dr. McAllister called back. They did not really obey this command, but occasionally a a set of white teeth bit into one of the glorious oxharts. In less than an hour, Benny had made five firm friends. The hired men joked with him, the cook petted him, the young doctor laughed at him delightedly, and sweet Mrs. McAllister fell in love with him. Finally, he seated himself comfortably at her side under the trees and filled square boxes with great care under her direction. I never had such a cheerful crowd of cherry-pickers before. Mrs. McAllister said at last, hide much rather stay out here than go into the house where it's cool. Evidently, Mary, the cook, felt the same way, for she kept coming to the orchard for some reason or other. When the doctor returned at lunchtime, his orchard was ringing with laughter, and good natured barks from watch who could not feel easy in his mind with his mistress so high up in a tree where he couldn't follow. Dr. McAllister paused in the garage long enough to give a sniff to the boiling cherries in the kitchen, and then made his way to the orchard, where he received a warm welcome. There's no use in your going home to lunch. He's smilingly observed at the same time watching Henry's face carefully. you can eat right here in the orchard, unless your mother will be worrying about you. This remark met with an astounding silence. Henry was the first to collect his wits. No, our mother isn't with us. He said evenly, without embarrassment. It was the doctor who hastened to change the subject he had introduced. I smelled something when I came in. He said to Benny, what did it smell like? It smelled like cherry slump. Replied the doctor with twinkling eyes. Cherry, what? Ask Jess, struggling down her ladder with a full basket. I think that's what they call it. Slump. Repeated Dr. McAllister. Do you care to try it? At this moment Mary appeared in the orchard with an enormous tray. And at the first sight of her cookery nobody cared the least what it was named. It was that rare combination of dumpling beaten with stone cherries and cooked gently in the juice of the ox heart cherries in a real cherry year. It was steaming in the red juice with the least suspicion of melted butter over the whole. Do get two more, Mary! Begged Mrs. McAllister laughing, it tastes so much better under the cherry trees. This was another meal that nobody ever forgot. Even the two hired men sitting under another tree devouring the delicious pudding

paused to hear Benny laugh. Now a days those two men sometimes meet Henry, but that's another story. Anyway, they never will forget that cherry slump made by Irish Mary. Almost as soon as lunch was over, Benny rolled over on the grass and went to sleep, his head, as usual, on the dogs back. But the others worked on steadily. Mrs. McAllister kept an eye on them from the screened porch without their knowledge. Just see how those children keep at it. She said to her son, There is good stuff in them. I should like to know where they came from. Dr. McAllister said nothing. He sauntered out into the orchard when he thought they had worked long enough. He paid them four dollars and gave them all the cherries they could carry, although they tried to object. You see, you're better than most pickers because you're so cheerful. He noticed that they did not all leave the yard at the same time. When the cherry pickers returned to their little home, they examined everything carefully. Nothing had been disturbed. The The door still shut, and the milk and butter stood untouched in the refrigerator. They made a hilarious meal of raw cherries and bread and butter, and before the stars came out they were fast asleep. Happy and dreamless. That evening, very much later, a young man sat in his study with the evening paper. He read the news idly and was just on the point of tossing the paper aside when this advertisement caught his eye. Lost. Four children aged 13, 12, 10, and 5. Somewhere around the region of Middlesex and Townsend, $5,000 reward for information. James Henry Cordice Few Whistled the young man, James Henry Cordice. He sat in perfect silence for a long time, thinking. Then he went to bed. But long after he had gone upstairs, he whistled again and could have been heard to say, If anyone had been awake to hear it,

James Henry Cordyce of all people.

The Cordyce steel mills stood a little aside from the city of Greenfield,

as if they were a little too good to associate with common factories. James Henry Cordys sat in a huge leather chair in his private office. He was a man nearly 60 years of age, whose dark brown hair was still untouched by gray. He had rather hard lines around his mouth, but softer ones around his eyes. Printed on the ground glass top of his door were these words in black and gold. J.H. Cordyce, President, Private. Once a year, J.H. Cordyce allowed himself a holiday. If he had a weakness, it was for healthy boys. Boys running without their hats. Boys jumping. Boys throwing rings. Boys swimming. Boys vaulting with a long pole. And in company with three other extremely rich men, he arranged, once a year, a field day for the town of Intervale. The men attended it in person and supplied all the money. This was Field Day. All through the spring and early summer months, boys were in training for miles around, getting ready for intervails field day. And not only boys, but men also, old and young, and girls of all ages into the bargain. Prices were offered for tennis, baseball, running, rowing, swimming, and every imaginable type of athletic feet. But usually the interest of the day centered on a free-for-all race of one mile, which everyone enjoyed, and a great many people entered.

A prize of $25 was offered to the winner of this race,

and also a silver trophy cup with little wings on its handles.

Sometimes this cup was won by a middle-aged man,

sometimes by a girl, and sometimes by a trained athlete. Mr. Cordy smiled about his eyes as he closed his desk, ordered his limousine, and went out and locked the door of his office. The mill had been closed down for the day. Everyone attended Field Day. Henry was washing the concrete drives at Dr. McAllister's at this moment. He heard the doctor call to him from the road, so he promptly turned off the hose and ran out to see what was wanted. Hop in, commanded the doctor, not stopping his engine, he ought to go see the stunts at the athletic meet, it's field day. Henry did not wish to delay the doctor, so he hopped in. "'Can't go myself,' said Dr. McAllister. "'I'll just drop you off at the grounds. There's no charge for admittance. You just watch all the events and report to me who wins.' Henry tried to explain to his friend that he ought to be working, but there was actually no time. And when he found himself seated on the bleachers and the stunts began, he forgot everything in the world except the exciting events before his eyes. Henry had no pencil, but he had an excellent memory. He repeated over and over the name of each winner as it appeared on the huge signboard. It was nearly 11 o'clock when the free-for-all running race was announced. What do they mean, free-for-all?

Asked Henry of a small boy at his side.

Why just anybody?

Explain the boy curiously. Did he ever see one? Did he see the one last year? No, said Henry. The boy laughed. That was a funny one, he said. There was a college runner in it, and a couple of fat men and some girls, lots of people. And the little boy over there wanted. He just ought to have seen that boy run. He went so fast you couldn't see his legs. Beat the college runner, you know. Henry gazed at the winner of last year's race. He was smaller than Henry, but apparently older. In a few minutes, Henry had quietly left his place on the bleachers. When the boy turned to speak to him again, he was gone. He had gone, in fact, to the dressing room, where boys of all sizes were putting on sandals and running trunks. A man stepped up to him quickly, wanted to enter? He asked, no time to waste. Yes, replied Henry. The man tossed him a pair of white shoes and some blue trunks. He liked the look of Henry's face as he paused to ask in an undertone. Where did you train? Never trained. Replied Henry. I suppose you know these fellows have been training all the year. Observe the man. You don't expect to win. No, no. Replied Henry. Apparently shocked at the idea. But it's lots of fun to run, you know. He was dressed and ready by this time. How light he felt. He felt as if he could almost fly. Presently, the contestants were all martialed out to the running track. Henry was number four. Now Henry had never been trained to run, but the boy possessed an unusual quantity of common sense. It's a mild race, he thought to himself, and it's the second half-mile that counts. So it happened that this was the main thought in his mind when the starters gong sounded and the racers shawed away down the track. almost no time, Henry was far behind the first half of the runners.

But strangely enough, he did not seem to mind this greatly.

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