“Wait Outside!”
Listen—listen to this!” said Benny Alden. He was reading the newspaper after breakfast. “Science and Hobby Fair. Oakdale, July 25–26. The last day’s today!”
“A two-day science and hobby fair?” asked Jessie. “That sounds interesting. I’d like to go.”
Benny looked at Violet and Henry.
“Well, come on then,” said Henry. “Let’s all go! I’d like to see what other kids have invented and built all by themselves. Let me see the paper, Ben.”
Then Henry read aloud, “One hundred exhibits by young people and adults. Special exhibits by factories to show what they make and show that Oakdale is a fast-growing town.”
“How can we get there?” asked Jessie.
“We can ride our bikes to Oakdale,” said Violet.
“Oh, no, Violet,” Henry said. “Oakdale is thirty miles away. That’s too far to bike both ways in one day.”
“Well, what about the bus?” Benny asked. “We’ll have to look at a bus timetable. But we haven’t got a timetable.”
“It just happens that I have a timetable,” said Grandfather Alden. He took a timetable out of his pocket. “It’s a brand new one,” he said, “so it will be right.” He gave the timetable to Henry.
Henry looked it over. “No,” he said, “we can’t go straight to Oakdale. We have to change buses at Plainville Junction, and we have to wait there an hour for the bus to Oakdale.”
“That’s OK,” said Benny. “People always have to wait at stations for buses and trains. That’s what stations are for.”
Jessie said, “If we hurry, we can get the morning bus.”
Grandfather Alden laughed. “Well, Benny, you’ve started something as usual. I wish I could come along, too. I know that there’s a lot of new business around Oakdale. I hear something about a new company near Plainville Junction.”
“What about lunch?” Benny asked.
They all laughed. Benny was always hungry, and he could always eat even when he was not hungry at all.
“I think there will be plenty to eat at the fair,” Henry said. “Perhaps at the bus station, too.”
“Yes, I think so,” said Mr. Alden. “As I remember it, the bus station is at a crossroads in a lonely spot. The station is near a red bridge over the river. Not many people live around there.”
“We can wait till we get to the fair in Oakdale,” Jessie decided. “I’m sure we can eat there.”
“Look up a bus that will bring us home, Henry,” Benny said. “If there are buses at the right time, we can go and come back all in one day.”
Henry looked at the timetable again and found a return bus that would bring them back by dinnertime. He looked around at the others and said, “This is one time we don’t have to pack a bag or a lunch or take a thing.”
“Better take a little money,” said Grandfather with a smile.
“For bus tickets,” agreed Henry.
“And for something to eat,” put in Benny.
“Perhaps we’d better take raincoats,” Jessie added. “We’ve been caught in plenty of showers.”
“It won’t rain,” objected Benny. “Look at that blue sky!”
Mr. Alden shook his head. “I’d call this day a weather breeder. Better take your raincoats. This is just the time of year for a sudden storm.”
So with money and four raincoats, the Aldens started off for the Oakdale Hobby Fair. They got to the Greenfield bus station just in time to catch the bus for Plainville Junction.
“You can get tickets to Oakdale at the Plainville bus station,” the driver told them. “I suppose you are going to the fair.”
“That’s right,” answered Benny.
There was only one other person on the bus, an old gentleman. Jessie and Violet sat together, and Henry took a seat behind the bus driver. Ben sat down with the old gentleman. He liked company, and he liked to meet strangers.
“Just going somewhere for the day?” asked the old man with a smile.
“Yes, we’re going to Oakdale to the hobby fair,” Benny answered. “Are you going to Oakdale, too?”
“No, I’m not going to change at the junction. I’m going right through. I have a long trip before me. I’m going to Ohio.”
“If you come from Ohio,” Benny said, “you don’t know this part of the country very well.”
“Well, yes, I do. I grew up in New England near Plainville Junction. But I moved out to Ohio about ten years ago. I come here once in a while to visit my old friends in Greenfield and in Oakdale.”
Benny said, “You must have had a good time visiting everyone.”
The old gentleman smiled. “Yes, I did. But everything is changing. Some of it’s good and some of it’s bad. Or that’s what people told me.”
Benny and the man talked about the things they passed, and the time went by quickly. In a little while the bus came to flat countryside.
“My grandfather says no one lives around here,” remarked Benny as they rode along. “Everything is deserted.”
The man laughed. “You mean was deserted. You’ll see what I mean when you get out at the bus station. I had to change buses there to get to Greenfield. The man in the station is all stirred up about what’s going on. He says there’s going to be a big fight.”
“A fight?” asked Benny. “About what?”
“Some kind of factory. Some people think it’s good because there is more work. Other people are afraid the river will be spoiled. Polluted, you know.”
“Yes, I know about pollution,” replied Benny. He looked out the bus window. He saw that the road was running along beside a little river. Up ahead he could see a red bridge.
“The station is right around the next bend,” the old man said. “Three highways come together. That’s why it’s called Plainville Junction. The bus for Oakdale will cross the bridge and pick you up. It’s about ten miles to Oakdale.”
Just then the bus came to a stop. They were at Plainville Junction.
Benny picked up his raincoat and said good-bye to the old gentleman.
“The man who runs the station is named Frank,” the old man called after him. “Ask him how he likes his new neighbors.”
The old man laughed, and Benny guessed it was some kind of joke. But maybe not a funny joke.
The Aldens looked around. Mr. Alden was right. The bus station seemed to be all by itself except for some big trees. There was not a house to be seen. There was not even any traffic on any of the three roads that met at the junction.
A sign said “Frank’s Place,” and under it, “Bus Station.”
The four Aldens climbed down from the big air-conditioned bus. It was already a hot day. Benny sniffed. “What an awful smell,” he said.
But Benny did not have more time to think about the air. Suddenly the door of the bus station flew open. Two boys—older than Benny but younger than Henry—came flying down the steps. Right behind the boys came a man with a cook’s apron on.
“Don’t come around here again!” he shouted. “I don’t need help from any of your family. Just mind your own business. If you want to take a bus, you can wait outside.”
The boys jumped down the rest of the steps. The man in the apron slammed the door shut.
“Well, well,” said Henry softly. “Our trip isn’t beginning very well. I wonder what those boys did to make that man so mad.”
Violet added, “I wonder if that cook was Frank.”
The two boys glanced at the Aldens and at the bus. Then they ran over to a big tree and threw themselves on the grass in the shade.
Benny looked up at the friendly old man in the bus window and waved. The man smiled and waved back. There were no more new passengers. The bus driver honked his horn to show that he was leaving. Then the big bus pulled away.
The Aldens stood together, looking from the bus station to the two boys.
“What do we do now?” asked Jessie.
“We go in and buy our tickets,” Henry said calmly. “That quarrel has nothing to do with us.”
“But what about that cross man in the bus station?” asked Violet. “I don’t like to have people shouting at us.”
“He isn’t going to shout at us,” Henry said with a laugh. “We haven’t done anything to annoy him. Those boys must have done something he didn’t like.”
“Must have been something big,” Benny said. “Was he ever mad!”
While the Aldens were talking, the mailman came along in his car. “Are you going into the station?” he asked the Aldens. “Hand this letter to Frank, will you?”
Benny said, “Sure,” and took the letter. It was a thick letter with the name Frank Timmons typed on the front. It looked like a business letter. Benny couldn’t help seeing the printing in the corner of the envelope. A large, bright-colored paint can was printed in the corner. Paint running out spelled the slogan, “Pickett’s Perfect Paints.”
“Come on,” Henry called. “Let’s see if the bus for Oakdale is on time.”
He went up the steps to the station and opened the door. Benny was the last one to enter. He thought he heard the two boys under the tree laugh as he went in.
Were they laughing at him? Benny didn’t know. |