The Pigeon Tale | Page 4

busy for me to 'sturb you, I can just go out and play with the
chickens, and talk to the little calf, and 'pretend.'
"It's lots of fun 'pretending,'" he continued, "I can pretend, oh! ever so
many things--I learned to do it when I had the mumps, and had to stay
in bed. It wasn't half so bad the having to stay in bed then. I used to
pretend I was a magician sometimes, and could turn my toys into real
soldiers, and real ships, and it used to be lots of fun."
"I don't think we shall ever be too busy for you to disturb us, Laurie,"
said Aunt Laura.

"Oh, may I peep into that funny little door?" Laurie exclaimed, as he
caught sight of a tiny closet over the mantelpiece. "Where does it go to,
does it go into the chimney?" Aunt Laura laughed, "No, it does not go
into the chimney, though everybody who sees it thinks so at first." And
indeed that seemed the only place that it could open into, for it was
exactly over the fireplace, where the chimney must be. To be sure the
fireplace had been boarded up and painted white, and was never used
now; in its stead a great iron stove like a box, where corn cobs were
burned, was used in winter, for that made the room much warmer, but
certainly the little closet had been built at the same time as the house,
when the fireplace and the chimney had been built.
"I don't exactly know where it goes to, Laurie," said Aunt Laura, "it has
always been there. When I was a little girl I used to think it was a door
into another part of the house, that I did not know about, where I had
never been, and I used to stand on a chair and peep in, but it was too
dark to see in all the way. I keep some of my jellies in it now," she
added, and as she spoke, she opened the door, and showed him a
tempting row of tumblers, filled with clear amber jelly, neatly covered
with white paper.
Even after Aunt Laura had tucked him into bed, and given him a
good-night kiss, Laurie kept wondering about all he had seen--there
was so much to think about.
"I wonder why the pigeons keep flying about all day," he said to
himself, "and what chickens and geese say to each other--after all, I
don't believe they can talk at all," he continued, "for they do not seem
to be really doing anything--they just fly around in a silly sort of way,
picking up crumbs, I wonder what they would talk about if they could.
I wonder if I could peep inside the dove-cote some day and see what it
looks like." By this time he was almost asleep, but he kept repeating to
himself, "I wonder--I wonder--I wonder," over and over again, until it
sounded more like whirrder-whirrder-whirr--yes, Laurie was almost
sure he had stopped saying "wonder" and something soft like
whirr-whirr sounded close by, as if one of the pigeons themselves was
flying about the room.

Laurie opened his eyes wide--"How could a pigeon be in this room," he
thought; "they must surely be asleep in the dove-cote by this time." The
room was quite dark, except for a little square of light high upon the
wall, but he gradually made out the different objects in the room, and
saw that the light came from the little cupboard on the mantlepiece. He
heard the soft whirr again, this time close by, and looking up he saw a
pigeon perched on one of the four posts of his bed. "So you don't
believe we have any work to do," said the pigeon. "Would you like to
see inside the dove-cote? If so, come with me." When he said this, he
hovered about the bed for a moment, then fluttered over to the
mantelpiece, and stood beside the little cupboard.
[Illustration: Laurie enters the cupboard]
Laurie was about to say that he could not possibly get up to the door,
when he remembered what Aunt Laura had said about climbing up on a
chair to peep in, so he jumped out of bed, and pulling a chair close to
the fireplace, stepped from it to the mantelpiece. It never occurred to
him until afterwards, to think that he was ever so much too big to fit
inside the cupboard, and it really did not matter after all, for somehow
or other he did fit--whether he had grown suddenly quite small, or the
cupboard was quite large when one got near enough to it, I do not know,
but there he was inside, with the pigeon hopping along sedately ahead