It all happened in August, the limp and lazy month of the year abhorred1 by Martha Saunders, born Corkle. It surely requires a certain amount of natural philosophy, adaptability2 to fruit and salad lunches, and an aptitude3 for lounging in shady places and watching the grass grow, or gazing through the trees skyward from the depth of a hammock, to make August even a mildly pleasurable month. Night is August’s strong point; her full moon sheds a placid4 coppery light, making the glistening5 green of the cornfields, heavy in ear, look wet and cool; but in the daytime, the Harvest Fly proclaims the heat insistently6, mould born of heavy dew invades the pantry, and the milk is curdled7 by the shock of frequent thunder.
All the defects of the month sink into her soul, but for none of the assuasions does English-born Martha care. She would not effect even a temporary compromise with her sturdy red-meat diet; she considers lounging of any kind a sin, and the very sight of a hammock calls up most unpleasant memories.
The year that she married Timothy and left our house for the cottage at the poultry8 farm on the hill above, I gave her one of these offending articles to hang in the shade of some apple trees overlooking the coops, thinking it would be a point of vantage for her. But no, the thing was barely put in place and swaying in the breeze, when her substantial form came from the house and stood before us, arms folded, head erect9, but eyes closed: “Mrs. Evan,” she said, moistening her lips conspicuously10, “I thank you kindly11 for your wish, but if it please you, Timothy shall take it down again, for those things are more than I can stand for. Oh, yes, I’ve tried one, and when I was in it, I was minded of the ship the morn after the third night out, which being a storm, the ’atches were down and the smells not working out, took a good clutch on the stummick, so that a fine cup of tea couldn’t find lodging12 there, the ship still heaving short all the time; and no disrespect intended, Mrs. Evan.”
As Martha came from a county in old England of peculiarly equable climate, she lacked her usual energy in the New England August, and a sort of mental prickly heat usually settled upon her, more trying than the bodily variety. In fact, the most strenuous13 part of the season’s labour was over: the early chicks were already broilers; the next group were firm on their feet, and the late ones not yet to be set; while the old hens spent all their time kicking up the dust and moulting with a thoroughness sometimes embarrassing to the beholder14.
By this time also the jam and jelly gamut15 had been run through strawberries, currants, gooseberries, raspberries, and the rest, leaving only peaches, the spicy16 beach plums, and quinces for the future, so that Martha’s capable hands were fairly empty, save for the bit of housework, and what was that with a husband as canty and well-drilled as Timothy? Thus it came about that, into what should have been Martha’s vacation time, unrest entered, and each year she managed to worry herself and prod18 Timothy into the pursuit of some new scheme which, fortunately, generally came to an end with the first cool day of autumn.
“The woman’s harvest spells” were what Timothy called this mild sort of summer madness, and in speaking of it to father, he once said: “Of coorse ye ken19, Dochtor, that some weemen are mickle like their own settin’ hens: when busy season’s over, they’r nae content to scratch beetles20 in the bonny fresh grass in the pasture, and moult quiet like, but they must raise up dust and maak the feathers fly. Hecht! Dochtor, ye ken, ye ken, and naught21 said, I see it in yer eye!”
In one of these temporary summer periods, Martha had become a convert to Christian22 Science, but backslid before winter, because she continued to have the nosebleed, for which she had paid no small sum to be cured by absent treatment, and about the failure of this method she expressed her mind freely.
“Tush, tush, woman, and dinna fash yoursel,” said Timothy, with twinkling eyes. “Doubtless they meant ye weel, but their minds was na pooerful enoo to send the healin’ through sic braw oak trees as we hae hereaboot! Man has to stick up poles like birds’ twigs24 to catch this new no-wire telegraph, so mebbe had we a braw toor on the hoose to draw it down, yer nose might catch the benefit o’ their far-away healin’!”
Then Martha sniffed25 and eyed her spouse27 dubiously28, for his Scotch29 birth should have made it impossible for him to joke, even though constant contact with father and Evan had inoculated30 him with the tendency.
The next August it was the Salvation31 Army that stirred Martha’s religious conscience, for she had two of these useful articles,—one that guided her actions as regards life in general, and another that was wholly devoted32 to the interests of her beloved Mr. Evan and his family.
She took this second conversion33 in a very matter-of-fact way, but insisted that Timothy should go with her to some round-up meetings over in Bridgeton. For a few weeks matters went well; Martha sewed violently all through the sweltering days on shirts for reformed convicts, until one evening a pretty lassie, young enough twice over to be his daughter, had innocently asked Timothy to take part in a street service, at the same time showing him how to pound and twirl a tambourine35.
“I’ll not have my man made a monkey of, hussy! He’s as knowin’ as any of your officers, if his figure is a bit warped,” she proclaimed, and straightway left for home, declaring, as she crossed the threshold, “Them as can’t hold to and be content with the Established Church of England had better do without benefit of Gospel;” and Timothy, Dissenter36 as he was, had cautiously responded “Amen!”
But this particular and unforgettable August, a far more serious distemper had fallen upon Martha Corkle Saunders: the race suicide idea had not only penetrated37 her brain, but had therein incubated to such an extent that not only was Timothy’s peace of mind destroyed, but the unrest of the situation enveloped38 us as well.
All normal women are more or less fond of children; and Martha, being no exception to the rule, had alternately spoiled and ruled my Ian and Richard until they had escaped from her as full-fledged schoolboys, it being shortly after this time that the hysterical39 screed40 appeared.
Suddenly Martha fell into an attitude of melancholy41 self-reproach; she was childless; and so was Timothy, and she immediately saw, as mirrored in themselves, the extinction42 of the English race. In vain did I remind her that as her first husband, “not being durable43,” as she expressed it, had lived but a short time, while she was well faced toward sixty when she married Timothy, no reproach could be attached either to her maternal44 instinct or to her race loyalty45. My words fell unheeded. “Our Queen,”[1] she replied, “had nine all by one marriage; she would expect something of me,” and straightway fell to crying, a thing that Martha had never been known to do before under any stress, either of joy or grief.
“But what can you do?” I gasped46; then an idea struck me; “it isn’t possible that you are thinking of adopting a child at your age?”
“That’s my very mind, Mrs. Evan, that is, leastways, children, young children, two at the very least, following out your own idea that an only child is quite unfortunate, and no disrespect intended.”
“But do you realize what it means?” I pursued relentlessly47; “your whole life changed, broken rest, no more quiet meals for Timothy, sickness and teething, amusements to be supplied as well as schooling48. When children are born to us we are always, at least, comparatively young, and everything seems natural and a matter of course; but you and dear old rheumatic, set-in-his-ways Tim! I think it would be cruel. The sun must be affecting your brain.”
“Cruel it may be, Mrs. Evan; duty is cruel, and so is death itself, but my mind is made up.”
“And, pray, how will adopting some one else’s children prevent race suicide in your particular case?”
“It won’t be my family, to be sure, Mrs. Evan, but they must be English children, and no other; that is the race part of it. I’ve spoken to Dr. Russell, Mrs. Evan, to see what he can do about it, mayhap in Bridgeton or at the hospital.”
“What did Timothy say when you told him?” I ventured weakly, after the long pause had become awkward, Martha standing49, as she was, erect yet respectful, the drops of sweat upon her forehead, above which the pink bow of her cap quivered, it seemed, with imparted nervousness.
“Timothy Saunders quoted Scripture50, Mrs. Evan, as a right-minded man should in solemn moments; he says, humble51 like, ‘The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away: blessed be the name of the Lord!’ I’m not quite minded what he fits the words to, but the spirit o’ resignment is right and dutiful.” So saying, Martha dropped a melancholy courtesy and left me under cover of rescuing a very fat and apoplectic52 Plymouth Rock hen, who, having worked her way partly through a hole in the fence, was trying to back out against the grain of the feathers that securely anchored her.
“Poor Timothy!” I said to myself; “I wonder what you meant; is it your comfortable home, won so late in life, that you fear you are in danger of losing, or were your remarks merely spoken on general principles?”
That night I talked the matter over with father. Yes, Martha had spoken to him, and all he could do was to postpone53 the event as long as possible by failing to find suitable children. He had tried to compromise the matter by suggesting a pretty little orphan54 girl of ten, who came of good American people, but was homeless. No, this would not do. Two children of English parentage, if English birth was impossible, not necessarily babies, but young enough to have no recollections—this was what Martha demanded.
Early one morning, of the second week of August, Effie, Timothy’s niece, who had been our waitress for some years, came knocking at our bedroom door long before the usual hour, at the same time saying something that I did not understand. I answered that I was awake, thinking that she had merely mistaken the time; but the knocking and talking continued, and I went to the door with a feeling of apprehension55 lest father might be ill, or something have happened to the boys, who were spending a few days up at the Bradfords’.
There stood the usually reticent56 Effie, hands clasping and unclasping nervously57 with half-suppressed excitement, while her tongue flew so fast that I had to listen keenly to catch even an idea of her meaning.
“Nobody’s ill, ma’am, only there’s twins left up at Uncle Timothy’s, fine big ones, a boy and a girl, ma’am.”
“What?” I managed to say, going into the hall and closing the door behind me.
“It came about this way: Aunt Martha didn’t rest well last night, as I make out, and she went into the sitting-room58 and lay on the lounge. Just as it was coming light, she was minded to get up and turn off some work before the sun heated her head, as it’s been doing lately, but somehow she dozed59 off again. Then wagon60 wheels going up the Bluffs61 road stirred her, and she says to herself, ‘Those lazy Polack milk pedlers above are late this morning,’ three o’clock being their time of starting for Bridgeton.
“Howsomever, the next minute she thought she heard a step on the porch, and then, raising the blind, she saw a man hurry out of the yard.
“Going back to the bedroom to call Uncle Timothy, she heard and saw that which made her stand still and let out a yell that uncle said nigh stopped his heart, for on the floor right under the open window was two babies sprawlin’ about as if just waked, and when they set their eyes on her, they began to cry both together (which was small wonder, ma’am, seeing the figger aunty is in her nightcap), until she fell back quite weak in her chair.
“Uncle Timothy shook on some clothes, and came over for me to stay with aunty while he hitched62 up.
“?‘Where are you going?’ says I, thinking the doctor had an early call out.
“?‘To take the brats63 down to the constable64 on their road to the Orphan House at Bridgeton,’ he growled65, ‘Timothy Saunders’ hoose being no dump for gypsy strays.’
“But when I gets over to aunty’s, she’d picked herself together, and the two babies were sitting up among the pillows, crumbing66 crackers67 into the bed, she chirping69 to ’em, looking at ’em as if she couldn’t unglue her eyes from theirs.”
“Sitting up! How old are these babies, pray?” I asked.
“Oh, a matter of a year or more, I’m thinking, ma’am, reading by the teeth and the way they can pull to their feet,” said Effie, catching70 her breath in the short interval71.
“Then aunty turns to me and fairly wizzles my stummick with her next words. ‘Look, Effie,’ says she, ‘see the doings of the Lord, a boy and a girl, and English-born, no doubt, if but from the red of their cheeks and their noses, shaped strong and high like our blessed Queen’s, and no disrespect intended.
“?‘Come next Sunday, moreover, I’ll have them baptized Albert and Victoria to give them a fair start, even if their poor dead parents as is dead and gone did see to it, as most like they did, being English; twice will only set the colour better.’
“?‘Are their parents dead? Did they fetch a note?’ said I.
“?‘Are ye a silly,’ snapped aunty; ‘would living parents spill such angel hinfants into strangers’ windows, think ’ee? Don’t stand there gapin’ at me, but trot72 down and ask Mrs. Evan for the kindness of a few of her lads’ old slips if she’s any laid by, for I mistrust from the smell of those they’ve on that they’ve been a long journey from soap, and when I’ve had the bonnies in a tub, I’ll trim them up fresh. Why don’t ye budge73, lass? Are ye rooted?’
“For, ma’am, I couldn’t stir, thinking aunty had gone clean daft, and while I was sort of getting wind to start, Uncle Timothy came in with a straw clothes-basket.
“?‘Here, woman, put a quilt in this; it will make a good coop for yon strays,’ he said, reaching over to the peg74 where hung his top-coat.
“?‘They’re well enough where they be until I can get a proper cradle rigged,’ said aunty, trying to make friendly with them, which they mistrusted.
“?‘Cradle! They’ll need no cradle!’ said uncle. ‘I’m harnessed now to take them to the Orphan House. Come ye along wi’ me, Effie; they may be awkward freight; ye’ll be back again before your leddy’s up.’
“?‘Orphan House! Bridgeton! and that’s where they’ll not go. Don’t ye sense, man, that the Lord has sent them to us to teach us our bounden duty? They’ll be our children by adoption75 quick as the law allows it, man. Orphan House, Bridgeton, indeed!’
“I got a swift squint76 at Uncle Timothy’s face then, ma’am, and I’ve never seen him look so dour77 since the day he married and I helped him into his tight new boots; it was juist awful!
“?‘Dinna ye heap disrespect upon the Lord, woman,’ he said at last; ‘?’twas not he put them in here; he doesn’t sneak78 babes in windows of the aged17; his work is seen of men and in the open. Some rogue79 has put upon us for a pair of old fules, and I’ll not have it.’
“?‘But ye know, Timothy, I’ve spoken lately to the doctor about a pair of bairns, and ye never gainsaid80 me,’ said aunty, beginning to cry, and a bit overcome for the time by his flow o’ words, for uncle never speaks much.
“?‘Taking the known born with our eyes open is one thing, but a grab in the dark, pushed into the hand by others, is another. Ha’ ye looked in their bundle?’ said he, rolling over with his foot a paper parcel that had fallen under a chair. ‘Open it, Effie, lass.’
“My fingers could scarce untie81 the string for hurry, but all there was within was a few ragged82 bits of coarse clothes and some biscuits like the ones that they were crumbing.
“?‘Dry food for bairns,’ said Uncle Timothy, picking up one and twirling it between his fingers. ‘It’s time for the milking now. I’ll speak to the dochtor and question around a bit before I take the youngsters over; that’ll be after deenner, gin I find no trace of those that brought them. A small, dark man, say you, but you saw naught of his face? It’s going to be michty hot this forenoon,’ continued uncle, weakening, when he saw how Aunt Martha was taking on. Then I slipped out and ran down to tell you, ma’am, and ask for the clothes.”
Promising84 to hunt up some garments, I returned to Evan, considerably85 dazed by Effie’s recital86. We had all hoped that Martha’s “Harvest spell” would vanish before the infants filling her numerous requirements should appear, but we had foolishly reckoned without considering the unexpected, which is always quite sure to happen.
“Don’t worry,” said Evan the cheerful; “the town authorities will be only too glad to be relieved of the charge of the waifs, as a matter of course, but at least an attempt will be made to find where they came from; and though there’s nothing to prevent Martha’s having them christened, the matter of legal adoption will require more time, and something may turn up. Don’t you realize, Barbara, that it is a most unusual thing for children a year old or more to be abandoned? Foundlings are usually a few hours, or at most a few weeks, old. It’s to the credit of human nature that few of even the lowest people will give up their cubs87 when once they’ve learned to know them.”
“Perhaps, however, these are orphans88, and it is the people who have them second-hand89 that wish to get rid of them,” I said.
“That may be; but there was a certain method in the place chosen for leaving them that makes me think near-by people, possibly in Bridgeton, had a hand in it; if so, it will leak out.”
So, angry as I was at Martha’s total lack of common sense, but remembering all she had been to me and my boys in the past dozen years, I made up a bundle of such things as the needy90 hospital had not claimed, and after breakfast took it up to the chicken farm, where I found that father had preceded me.
It is useless to tell a woman over thirty that men are lacking in curiosity! Father asked two questions to my one. However, he pronounced Albert and Victoria sound of limb and lungs, but seemed to regard the whole matter as a joke, even going so far as to admire their pronounced Guelph noses, and was not as judicious91 as I had expected in the advice he gave to Martha.
The doings of the next three weeks I will give as recorded in my Experience Book. It had been a long time since anything had occurred worthy92 of record, so I resorted to it to relieve my feelings.
August 9. The investigation93 as to the origin of Albert and Victoria has proved a complete failure; no one can be found who saw a horse and wagon driven by a strange, small, dark man on the day of their arrival or the night before. Already Martha’s neat cottage has suffered a change, and the sitting-room looked this morning like a ship’s deck swept by a hurricane; all objects that could be hung up or stowed away on mantel-shelf or in cupboard had been removed, and the chairs were huddled94 together in a corner. The twins move about in a very lively manner: Victoria, creeping on her hands and right knee, uses her left leg as an oar83; while Albert, not content with this method, pulls himself slowly upon his feet and totters95 forward a few steps on a run, only to topple over, catching at anything within reach.
This morning, according to Effie, he caught at the cloth that covered the pan of evenly risen bread dough96 that Martha was about to mould into loaves, upset it, falling backward into the wreck97 that made a most comfortable air-cushion.
Timothy’s bed has been moved upstairs, as the children have never been “trained rightly to sleep in their beds,” as Martha expresses it, and the process is painful to a listener, who, as Martha says of Timothy, is “a bachelor boiled through, and hasn’t maternal instinks!”
August 12. The twins babble98 away at a great rate between themselves, and Martha, anxious to find meaning in their utterances99, called me in to translate. “It sounds to me like broad Yorkshire they do be trying for, Mrs. Evan,” she said in perfect earnest; “but then, again, it mought be Lancaster; that talk is so overlappin’ ’tis hard to reach.”
To my ear, even with the echo of Ian and Richard’s baby talk in it, the sounds are wholly alien and barbaric, a fit match for the carnal appetites of the youngsters. All in a minute, when Martha’s back was turned, Victoria hastily devoured100 the contents of the dish wherein food had been put on the stoop for the hounds, while Albert howled and kicked with symptoms of a fiendish temper because he was not quick enough to get any of the scraps101.
Victoria will be ill to-morrow!
“The ’ounds make too free!” ejaculated Martha, wrathfully (she who had raised many a fall litter by tiding them over cold days in the corner of our spotless kitchen). “Timothy must keep them off and fodder102 them at the stables and not put temptation in the way of Christian babes!”
By the way, I had almost forgotten to record that the twins were christened down at the Rectory yesterday afternoon. There was a difficulty about their second name that threatened to disrupt Martha’s plans.
Timothy, who has been strangely mild and unassertive of late, crossing Martha in nothing, refused to lend the honoured name of Saunders to what he persists in calling “the aliens.” Martha argued, but to no purpose; his name, he said, was his own; if he had shared it with her, she had no right to peddle103 it outside the family.
This, even the Rector was obliged to agree was just. Then an inspiration seized Martha. If not Saunders, why not Corkle? The late Corkle could raise no objection, and it would be a sort of belated compliment, and at the same time a delicate way of keeping his name in the ears of his successor!
13. Victoria was not ill; Martha is, however, beginning to look fagged; ten maternal days are leaving marks I do not like to see; the wholesome104 rosy105 cheeks look dark and veiny106. Also some of her cast-iron theories as to the management of infants (which, by the way, she has never attempted to practise upon mine) are disintegrating107 like a paper bag that has fallen into a water barrel, until only a semblance108 remains109.
Martha’s chief local aversion is a Polish family named Potowski who, unknown to the neighbourhood, unfortunately, leased the land adjoining us on the north, a couple of years ago. Against these people, sellers of blue milk, and as she expresses it, “Sabbath-hoed vegetables,” more than suspected of being Hebrews, she set her face and has full cause, for scarcely a day passes but one of the ten Potowski children overflow110 into our chicken farm and seldom retreat empty-handed, anything being acceptable at home, from an egg to a fistful of oats or an armful of hay.
So what was my surprise this afternoon to see Albert and Victoria crawl unchidden across the grass plot between the rear porch and dividing fence, and exchange much unintelligible111 gossip with a group of young Potowskis on the other side, while the new Martha sat under the bell pear tree fashioning some small creeping aprons113 with fingers that trembled strangely, too worn out either to chide114 or follow.
The new Martha, in contrast to the old, was rather dishevelled; no collar and brooch topped her tightly buttoned blue and white calico bodice; the parting in her brown hair was decidedly on the bias115, and not only did the hair itself lack the usual polish, but suggested that coal ashes and not brushing had been its portion that day. While the tasty cap, the crowning glory of the mature British matron, of and below, a certain class, was altogether lacking.
“Yes, Mrs. Evan,” she said, with a sigh, as she saw me glance at the twins clinging frantically116 to the fence through which they were poking117 grass and leaves, “the young need young company, and it can do no harm for them to prattle118 with the fence between, and though the people yonder are no better than gypsies, their lingo119 goes for naught, for Albert and Victoria can only make out English words.
“Do they understand? Most surely do they, Mrs. Evan; they know their names, and come crawling up quick when they see me fixing their bread and milk, bless their hearts!”
Yet I could not be deceived; Martha’s tones were those of duty oft rehearsed rather than affection. I’ve seen her, days gone by, cuddle and kiss my babies until the rose in her Sunday cap threatened to drop its petals120 with trembling; but if she ever kissed the twins, it must have been always in private.
Conversation languished121 these days, and while I was endeavouring to manufacture some, both twins began to scream, while Albert, letting go the fence, rolled into the grass, purple in the face and evidently choking.
Hurrying over, I seized Victoria, while Martha picked up the choking brother, running her finger inside his mouth to dislodge whatever he had tried to swallow.
Victoria was clutching part of a Frankfort sausage which she licked eagerly between her sobs122, and, as far as we could learn from the enemy across the fence, who had contributed the dainty, Albert had snatched a piece of it, and by sucking, biting, and bolting, made way with it at the risk of strangling. Surely he would be sick, and I coaxed123 father to go up after supper in case he was needed. On his return he reported that the boy was sleeping normally, curled up under his bed, Martha confessing that it was well-nigh impossible to keep either child in a bed unless pinned down by blankets, which are rather unseasonable.
It certainly would be interesting from a psychological standpoint to know the origin of these waifs, and how and where they have slept, that they should show preferences so decidedly.
The 22d. It has been a very uncomfortable week at the chicken farm, I take it. The heat has been of the quality that makes breathing like inhaling124 the steam of a wash-boiler.
The twins are presumably teething, and Timothy, I find, mostly comes to our house for a quiet supper with niece Effie and our sympathetic cook, who was overheard condoling125 with him upon the discomfort126 the twins and Martha’s whim127 had brought upon those who were of the age to be grandparents, with their family housework, so to speak, done.
The 24th. Effie informs me that Aunt Martha has stopped baking bread, and takes it in from the baker128. Timothy, accustomed to whittling129 wedges from his wife’s durable cottage loaves, supplementing the same with either butter or cheese, did not realize the flimsy quality of the substitute until his knife slipped through the compressible sponge and yesterday gashed130 his finger deeply.
The 26th. Martha sent down this morning to ask father if there is any safe kind of soothing131 syrup132 that she could give the twins to make them sleep at night. I went up early in the evening to see if they had fever, and take father’s answer, which was to the effect that all such drugs are pernicious, and that all teething children are fretful in the month of August. They had no fever, but were healthy and normally cross and uncomfortable. So was Martha.
Finally quiet fell upon the two small beds, and Martha came out upon the porch and sank heavily into the rocker. The glow of Timothy’s pipe was missing from the corner where it had blinked and winked133 in pleasant weather for so many years. The hounds, having been banished134 from their lounging place because they might hurt the twins, foregathered with Timothy in the open doorway135 of the carriage house, in plain sight, through a gap in the trees. Presently Effie joined her uncle, and then the cook appeared, carrying something in a pitcher136, doubtless a delectable137 mixture of iced lemonade and ginger-ale. A garden bench was pressed into service, and soon the cook’s concertina chirped138 out “Comin’ thro’ the Rye,” and Timothy’s cracked laugh could be heard above it.
Martha sat bolt upright for a moment (it seems to me that it is very irritating to her that all opposition139 has ceased concerning her venture, excitement died away, and that we all treat the matter as nothing unusual); then she suddenly relaxed, saying irrelevantly140, “Bairns were easier raised when I was a gell, Mrs. Evan, else my sister Bell, the mother of eleven living and three not complete, wouldn’t be now turning sixty-three and mistress of the Blue Bell out Cheltenham way.
“Of course, some do give more trouble than others; likewise Timothy’s niece, Jane Fergus, Effie’s sister, has only six, and yet is always droopy. Timothy’s wanting to send her money presents constant to help along, but its naught but bad management, say I. She couldn’t manage three, so what sense of six?”
“Perhaps she dreads141 race suicide as you do,” I said, and was sorry the minute after, poor Martha looked so weary, and the concertina had ceased to chirp68 and had swung into “John Anderson,” which either by chance or diabolic intent on the part of the cook, changed in turn into “Home, Sweet Home.”
The 28th. To-day I invited Martha to take a drive, as she wished to buy the twins a carriage; at the same time I sent Effie up to tend them. I don’t know what there is about those children, but strong and healthy as they are, they do not seem young, but like the changelings in fairy stories. There is usually something attractive about youngsters, and I’ve seen even the most adorable little darkies, but to this rule Albert and Victoria are certainly exceptions.
As we neared Bridgeton I said, for the sake of breaking the silence, “Will you buy a go-cart or a little coach? The go-cart is cool for this season, but of course the coach will be more useful this winter.”
“This winter? Some of us may be gone before winter, Mrs. Evan, and no disrespect intended.”
“Why, Martha, are you feeling ill?” I cried, declining to be included in the gloomy prediction.
“I’m not to say well, Mrs. Evan.”
“Where is it and what? Rheumatism142?”
“Not so friendly as rheumatism, Mrs. Evan; it’s fulness and emptiness in spots, the one being in the chest and the other of the head. My mother had it in the other way, the head full, and died of a stroke.”
“If you feel ill, we will leave Bridgeton and shopping alone and go for a sniff26 of the sea,” I said, turning shoreward; “the old toy cart of the boys will serve for the present;” and Martha made no sign of protest.
August 30. Yesterday, Martha’s sense of the duties of citizenship143 had a chance to exhibit itself and hear all the praise that her heart could desire. Dressed in her best, and the twins wearing new white dresses and white hats with a pink and blue bow respectively, she took them to the Sunday-school picnic given by Effie’s church, over which a minister of the Severely144 Protestant type presided. Timothy did not go, be it said!
If Martha had plotted and planned a sensation, her success could not have been greater, and for a few hours her spirit soared. Albert and Victoria were handed from one to another, and fortunately did not cry, but treated the matter as something to which they were quite accustomed. (Effie told me with horror, that in their rounds they were fed everything, from candy to lemonade and pickles145, and I believe her.)
To cap the climax146, the Severely Protestant made a little speech, praising “our sister Saunders’ sense of duty in the preservation147 of two such interesting members of the English-speaking race, so often too lightly crowded out by foreign hordes148; we, who through selfishness sometimes take the children nature forces upon us unwillingly149, should bow before one who, exempt150 by age, volunteers in the cause of patriotism151.” Scattering152 applause!
August 31. Again it is the unexpected that happens! This afternoon, as father and I were chatting in the cool depths of the Garden House concerning the adoption papers about which the town clerk was to call on the morrow, noise of a hubbub153 was borne on the breeze from the vicinity of the chicken farm.
As we listened, sounds separated themselves, children screaming and the piercing voice of a woman shouting being the chief.
“Something is the matter at Martha’s,” I cried, running through the side gate, father quickly following. Forced to go more slowly up the steep bank, I took in at a glance the group gathered by the porch before I reached them. A short, thick-set woman with dark hair and a flat face was screaming and wringing154 her hands and embracing the twins alternately. A yellow-haired man with vivid colouring and a pronounced, drooping155 beak156 was gesticulating and waving his hands in the air. Mr. Potowski from next door was also gesticulating and trying to explain something to Timothy Saunders, who had him by the collar and was shaking his fist within a thread of his nose, also beaked157 and drooping. Mrs. Potowski was endeavouring to loosen Timothy’s hold, her entire family jabbering158 in chorus from the other side of the fence. While on the stoop itself, apron112 over her head, shaken both with sobbing159 and the jerky motion of the patent rocking-chair, sat Martha.
Father’s face was stern, indeed, when he reached them.
“Stop this noise instantly, every one of you!” he commanded. “I’ll not have such disgraceful doings on my property.”
The vociferous160 men and women began to cringe and protest.
“Weel, Dochtor, as I make it out, those two came pushin’ in, and claimed Albert and Victoria for their bairns. They’ve lately come from overseas, a month since, they claim, and being held sick in the ship’s hospital, sent on the bairns to his brother, being Potowski there, for safe keeping, but whoever undertook to find him left them at the wrang hoose! To-day the man and woman got freedom, and comin’ on and not findin’ their bairns, took on like crazy ones, till Potowski here pieced twa and twa together and fetched them o’er here!”
“What does he say?” asked father of me, as Potowski began to bow to the ground and gabble in broken yet understandable English.
“He says that if the good grandmother there would like to keep the children, he does not doubt his sister would let her, if she would give money to bring over two more of the six that remain in Poland!” I stammered162, my breath fairly leaving me as I realized that Albert and Victoria, with the English complexions163 and Guelph noses, who were developing either the speech of York or Lancaster, were in reality little Polish Jews! doubtless set within the Saunders’ window to save the Potowskis a month’s care of them.
At the same moment the truth flashed through father’s brain.
“Get out, every one of you, before I get the constable to arrest you for fraud!” he shouted in tones wholly new to him; recovering himself and turning on the Potowskis, “I could make you pay this kind woman here for a month’s board for the youngsters, together with several other things,” he added threateningly, as they did not seem any too willing to go.
“I’d not like to go that far,” whispered Timothy, pulling at father’s coat sleeve; “the bairns hae served their uses, and earned their keep, I’m thinkin’.”
But at threat of the law the women, the most aggressive of the quartet, seized the children and scuttled164 out of the yard like so many rabbits, fearing lest Martha should remove the new frocks they wore, the men slinking along close to heel.
Then Timothy released a long breath like escaping steam and said that he must go to the milking, adding, “An’, Dochtor, will you see if you can do aught for the woman? She’s sadly fashed by all this business.”
As he passed Martha, Timothy tried to pull the apron from her face, but she held it only the tighter, whispering, “If ever again ye wish to send a money gift to Jennie Fergus, I’m more than willing, the poor young woman.”
“Martha,” said father, when everything was still once more, “I wish that you would go to bed and take a good sleep, and I will send Effie up to set the house straight.”
“I couldn’t sleep the week gone,” she sobbed165, yet trying to control herself; “my head’s that empty it reels when I lay me down, and now thinking of the disrespect I’ve put upon our Queen, lays double weight on my chest, and no disrespect was intended.”
“Never mind; go and lie down and tell Timothy to come to me for some medicine before he has supper,” said father, the end of his nose twitching166 queerly, as it does when he is much amused and doesn’t wish to show it. Martha obeyed.
“Take everything belonging to those children and stow it in the barn loft167; straighten up the house, make your aunt a good cup of tea, but don’t talk to her,” he cautioned Effie.
“And what physic is it, Dochtor?” queried168 cautious Sandy, as father counted eight small white tablets into one paper, and a tablespoonful of white crystals into another, writing the directions on each.
“It’s calomel, two grains in quarters, Timothy, and the other is Rochelle salts; it is a cure for several kinds of distemper, and we two’ll not forget to give it to Martha every year towards the last part of July!”
Then a twinkle that had been struggling in the corner of Timothy’s least-open eye broke loose and turned into an unmistakable wink23.
“Timothy,” said father, trying to look stern, “did you suspect the trick that was being played on Martha?”
“I didna suspicion—I kenned169; Potowski bought a bag o’ biscuit like them the bairns had, the night before at the village store! But Dochtor, mon, ye’ll never breathe the thought,” he cried, clutching father’s hand like a vice34 in his alarm. “The woman’s too much to me to risk she’d turn against me, though it’s not best she knows it.”
“Timothy, you sly old sinner,” replied father, closing on the gnarled hand, “I will consider both these bits of information as professional secrets!”
The grip was returned, and looking first in father’s face, then towards his home, where quiet now reigned170, and above which hung a slip of a moon, August’s gift to September, he said solemnly, “Dochtor, if the gude Lord had na been a mon, what wad hae become o’ the warld!”
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poultry
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kindly
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lodging
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strenuous
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beholder
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gamut
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spicy
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aged
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prod
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beetles
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naught
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Christian
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twigs
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sniffed
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sniff
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spouse
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dubiously
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scotch
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salvation
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conversion
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vice
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tambourine
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dissenter
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enveloped
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hysterical
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screed
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melancholy
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extinction
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durable
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maternal
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loyalty
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gasped
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relentlessly
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schooling
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standing
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scripture
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humble
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apoplectic
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postpone
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orphan
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apprehension
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reticent
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nervously
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sitting-room
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dozed
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wagon
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bluffs
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hitched
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brats
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constable
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growled
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crumbing
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crackers
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chirping
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catching
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interval
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trot
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budge
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adoption
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squint
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sneak
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untie
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recital
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orphans
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second-hand
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needy
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investigation
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totters
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wholesome
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rosy
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