Uncle Peter passed out muffins by way of celebration.
Master Jefferson was coming home. Miss Edith was coming home. James and baby Maria were coming home. Fanny Hern was coming home. All of them were coming home to stay.
After breakfast Beverly didnât know what to do. He and Uncle John had tidied the woodshop the day before, and cleaned away all traces of their work in the great house. âHeâll have new projects for us,â Uncle John said, âbut the first day or two will likely be a mess.â
Uncle John didnât care whether Beverly stayed in the shop, so Beverly went out. He walked partway down the mountain road, listening for the sounds of Davyâs wagon and Master Jeffersonâs carriage. They were all coming home together, Master Jeffersonâs letter had said.
The overseers were bringing the field hands up the road to the mountaintop. The hands had talked the overseers into giving them the day off work, on account of them loving Master Jefferson so. The overseers, pleased by the slavesâ sweet affection, had loaded a wagon with barrels of cider and some good hams for the celebration. âGoing to be a party on the mountaintop!â one of the workers shouted to Beverly as they went by. Beverly grinned. The field hands were nobodyâs fools.
He couldnât see far down the curving road with its canopy of green-leafed trees. After a while he sat in the shade, waiting, listening. They should arrive by dinnertime, unless they were delayed.
He stretched out on the green grass, his stomach buzzing like the bees in the mulberry tree above him. Papa . He tried not to think that word. He understood now that it might cause trouble. But still, in his heartâ Papa . Beverly wished heâd brought his violin.
At last he heard the sound of hooves, the rumbling of a heavy wagon. He hesitated for a momentâdid he go down, or up?âbefore running up the mountaintop as hard and fast as he could. âTheyâre coming!â he yelled. âTheyâre here!â
Davy Hern pulled up first. Fanny sat next to him, her arm tucked through his. Miss Edith sat on his other side, her bright red scarf wrapped around her head, her eyes shining. She cradled Maria in one arm, and held tight to a wriggling James with the other.
Joe Fossett shouted to Miss Edith. Everyone surged forward in a rush.
Someone grabbed Beverlyâs leg, nearly knocking him down. It was Maddy, his eyes wide and scared. âItâs all right,â Beverly told him. âItâs happy noise.â
Maddy shook his head. Beverly hoisted him up so he could see the wagon. Maddyâs face changed in an instant; he gave a shout of joy. âJames!â he yelled. âJames!â
âMaddy!â cried James. He vaulted over the edge of the wagon and ran smack into Maddy, who was running toward him. Both of them fell down. Beverly laughed and went to help them up.
âI got a new ball to play with,â Maddy said to James, ignoring Beverly completely.
âI got a new house,â James said. âMama said. I gotta see my new house.â
Maddy said, âItâs next to mine !â
They grabbed hands and disappeared around the corner of the great house. Beverly looked to see if Miss Edith or Mama minded. Miss Edith had her arms around Joe Fossettâs neck, and was kissing him while Joe twirled her in the air, but Beverly couldnât find Mama anywhere. Master Jeffersonâs carriage arrived, and now more people were jumping and shouting and carrying on. They surrounded the carriage and clapped their hands.
Beverly searched the crowd. Mama wasnât among the mountaintop folks around Davyâs wagon, and she wasnât in the crowd of field workers around the carriage. Finally Beverly saw her standing on the side of the great house porch, half hidden by one of the pillars. She looked calmly expectant, like she was waiting for something but wasnât in a
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