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to quarrelling unless they were teased. At present such a blessed tranquillity5 reigned6 at the breakfast and tea-tables that Beatrice really began to hope that the family volcano was quieting down, and that her eruptions7 and explosions would be things of the past.
Perhaps it was partly the pleasant spring weather that had such a beneficial effect on Gwen's temper. She loved the early growing season of the year, when every day was a little longer and lighter8 than the last, and the bulbs were pushing up in the garden, and the hazel catkins showering clouds of pollen9 in the lane, and the rooks cawing and building in the clump10 of elms near the mill, and great flights of screaming white sea-gulls, noisy, chattering11 jackdaws, and cheery, whistling starlings flew all together in mixed flocks to feed on the wolds. The morning walk to North Ditton across the heath, so bleak12 and wretched in December, was a daily delight now the sun was glinting over the sea and the gorse was in bud, and the stonechats, which had vanished during the cold weather, were back among the boulders13, darting14 from stone to stone in short, jerky flight, with that sharp, jarring cry which is the prelude16 to their sweeter spring note. The moorland air at 8 a.m. was so fresh and pure and exhilarating that it seemed to blow away all the cobwebs, and Gwen often felt inclined to dance along the path for sheer joy of the sun and the wind, and the birds and the countless17 green things that were rapidly showing their heads through the brown skeletons of last autumn's heather and bilberry. The thrill of springtime is a totally different sensation from what we experience on even the most gorgeous
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day in October; there is a message of hope in the air, a foretaste of the coming summer, a glow of reawakened vitality18, an exaltation half physical and half spiritual, as every year nature tells us afresh in her own fashion the miracle of the Resurrection.
Life was a busy round at the Parsonage. Winnie devoted19 each moment she could spare to the garden and the hen-yard, and Gwen, who at present had a craving20 for out-of-doors, lent a hand as often as she could. She whistled and sang over her work as she transplanted forget-me-nots, sowed seeds, or tidied up the rockery, and her stalwart arms made the lawn mower21 fly.
"There's some advantage in growing!" she declared, as she trundled away the wheelbarrow full of weeds. "My muscles have hardened since last year. I'll wheel you back up the garden, Martin, if you like. Tumble in!"
Gwen and Winnie had a great scheme between them of building a summer house, and every Saturday they managed to get on a little with their operations. There was a large pile of young felled trees in the yard which Mr. Gascoyne had bought for firewood, and some of these were admirable for the purpose. With considerable toil22 they dragged out half a dozen, dug holes in the ground, and planted them as posts to make a framework. Smaller boughs23 were nailed across and across, and then bunches of heather were tucked and tied securely into all the interstices. The roof was at first a terrible problem, till Winnie conceived the brilliant idea of using an old worn-out gate that lay in the orchard24. It was heavy to lift, but with
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the aid of Father, Beatrice, and Nellie the maid, they managed to heave it up so that it rested securely upon the six posts. Then they thatched it neatly25 with heather and fir boughs.
"I don't suppose for a moment that it will be watertight," said Winnie; "but we shan't use it in wet weather. What I want is a nice shady place to sit in at the end of the tennis lawn. It will be perfectly26 lovely to have tea here. I believe I can make seats with some of those stumps27."
"I'd back you to do anything in the joinering line," laughed Dick, who still came for lessons on Saturday mornings, and generally stayed to chat and help the gardeners, though he was yet debarred from any very violent exertions29, greatly to his indignation. "You ought to be a Colonial. I believe you'd be equal to running up a shanty30 on your own and making the furniture out of old boxes."
"Perhaps I'll emigrate some day," nodded Winnie. "It would be more in my line than teaching. I'll leave University honours to Gwen, and try my luck in another hemisphere. Women are wanted in Canada if they're domesticated—and I flatter myself I'm that."
"Don't know that I won't join you when I've got my degree!" declared Gwen. "I've yearned31 to go to Canada ever since I saw those ripping pictures on the kinematograph—only Father'd have to promise to come and see me every fortnight."
"How particularly possible! Gwen, you're a rotter!" chirped32 Dick, throwing a piece of stick at her. "I thought your last idea was to study medicine and go to College with me."
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"Perhaps I shan't be able to do either: scholarships don't grow on every bush like blackberries. Probably I'll just have to stay at home and 'wash dishes and feed the swine'. By the by, we haven't shown you our eleven little pigs! They're absolute darlings, as sweet as the Duchess's baby in Alice in Wonderland. Come along this instant, and I'll catch one for you to nurse. We've never had a pet pig before, but I declare I mean to tame one of these. They're the sharpest, cutest little scaramouches you ever saw: as funny as kittens, and twice as intelligent as puppies. Yes; I'm a pig enthusiast33 at present, and if you laugh I'll make you buy one for yourself!"
There was plenty of scope for Gwen's energy as spring came on and added hatch after hatch of fluffy34 chickens and downy ducklings to Winnie's hen-yard. She helped to arrange the coops, to make wired enclosures for the tiny chicks, and, hardest task of all, to collect the young pullets and cockerels that were allowed to roam on the common, and lock them up safely for the night.
"No one who hasn't tried henkeeping could possibly conceive the difficulty of getting in those wretched long-legged, half-fledged fowls35," declared Gwen. "They know I'm going to shut them up, and they're so clever they come for the Indian corn when I call 'chuck, chuck', and eat it with one eye upon me. Then when I try to cajole them into the henhouse they fly all ways. Lesbia, you may come and act guard, but I won't have the boys; they only rush about and frighten the chickens. The last time I took Stumps the Buff Orpington with the black feather in its tail
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flew over the hedge into the turnip37 field. I didn't get him back till it was moonlight, then I caught him perching on a stump28, and carried him round."
The particular pride of Winnie's heart was a clutch of little Partridge Wyandottes, mothered by a comfortable old Plymouth Rock hen. The setting of eggs had been given her by a farmer's wife in the neighbourhood; they were from a particularly good strain, and ten out of the dozen had hatched and thrived. She watched over them with more than ordinary zeal38, leaving manifold instructions with Nellie for their diet during her absence at school, and visiting them the very first after her return each afternoon. On the evenings when she took the choir39 practice at church she entrusted40 them solely41 to Gwen's charge.
"Give them a last feed of 'Chikko', and see that they've got clean water, and don't let Jingles42 go near them, because the old hen gets excited, and stamps about and treads on them," urged Winnie one Wednesday as she started off with a roll of music in her hand. "Be sure you shut them up early, because Nellie says she saw a rat last night, and I noticed something had been burrowing43 near the shed."
Gwen promised complete accordance with all directions, and then went off to finish her Latin translation. It was a particularly stiff piece of Virgil, and she puzzled over it so long that she utterly44 forgot all about the chickens, and it was only the call of an owl36 waking up on the ivy-covered ash tree at the bottom of the garden that reminded her of her henwife's duties.
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"Gracious! It's nearly dark!" she exclaimed, flinging down Virgil and making a rush for the hen-yard. "I hope to goodness those chicks are all right! What an idiot I am! Winnie will be ready to slay45 me if anything's happened to them."
It was growing very dusk indeed, and though none of the doors were yet shut, the feathered flock had all gone to roost. As Gwen crossed the hen-yard she suddenly saw something dark and shadowy creep from behind the shed and dart15 stealthily in the direction of the coops. It disappeared inside the very one where the cherished Partridge Wyandottes were cuddling under their foster-mother's wings. Gwen's heart almost stood still. She well knew the cunning and daring of rats, and how they would snatch the chicks or young ducklings from the wariest46 and most warlike hen. To leave this in the coop for even a minute while she went to call help would certainly result in the loss of one or more of Winnie's favourites.
Very cautiously she peered inside. The hen, who knew her well, clucked softly, and the chickens popped their little speckly heads out from the mass of encircling feathers and "peeped" gently. They were not yet aware of danger. Where was the rat? It appeared to have vanished into thin air. It certainly could not have left the coop. At the opposite end from where the hen was sitting there was a billet of wood, and on looking at this closely she saw a long tail dangling47 out underneath48. Without doubt her enemy had taken refuge there and was hiding in the corner.
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"These precious chicks have got to be saved somehow or Winnie'll never forgive me," muttered Gwen, clenching49 her teeth to brace50 her nerves.
Then she did a thing from which her whole spirit shrank. She took her handkerchief in her hand to give her a firmer grip and seized hold of the tail. She dragged the rat out of the coop and bore it off, hanging head downwards51 and whirling round and round in vain effort to escape, while it squeaked52 with wrath53 and indignation. Fortunately it could not raise its head sufficiently54 to bite her or she might have suffered a nasty wound. Gwen rushed towards the back door, shouting loudly for Nellie, but when that worthy55 domestic saw what she carried she uttered a yell of terror instead of offering help.
"Throw it down, Miss Gwen, it'll bite you!" she shrieked56. "Oh! gracious goodness! throw it down!"
"Bring the poker57! Where's Jingles?" screamed Gwen. Then, realizing that she could hold her wriggling58 burden no longer, she dropped the rat into the water-butt, and catching59 up the yard brush which lay handily near, held down the victim till it was drowned.
"Miss Gwen! How did you dare!" shivered Nellie.
"Ugh! It's a hateful, horrid60, barbarous thing to have to do. I feel as if I'd committed a murder. It's made me quite sick," said Gwen. "Nellie, do go and shut up those chickens before any more rats get into the coop. I don't feel equal to catching another." Then she sat down on the pump-trough to recover.
"You're a heroine!" declared Winnie when she came back from the choir practice and viewed the interesting corpse61. "I shouldn't have dared! No, nothing
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in this world would have induced me to seize the creature by its tail. It's a huge one too, with such wicked-looking teeth. What a wonder you weren't bitten! You shall have one of those Partridge Wyandottes for your very own. Choose whichever you like and I'll call it yours."
"I wish you'd help me to finish my Virgil," said Gwen. "I'm only halfway62 through and it's almost bedtime!"
"You're as good as a terrier, Gwen!" said Dick, when he heard the exciting story the next Saturday. "I wish you'd come ratting in our stable at home. I'd undertake to find you some sport."
"Don't be detestable! You talk as if I'd enjoyed it. I had to bury the thing afterwards, for Winnie wouldn't touch it. I made a mull of my Virgil in class next day, and I couldn't tell Miss Douglas the reason."
"You might have put the episode into Latin. It sounds quite Homeric. Did you keep the tail as a trophy63? If we want to excite you we'll just say 'Rats'. Please let us know when you're on the warpath again and we'll come to see the fun;" and Dick dodged64 round an apple tree and fled.
"You've got to be here early next Saturday, mind, and help us to take things to the Agricultural Show!" Gwen shouted after him. "You may come to breakfast if you'll behave yourself."
"Right-o! I'll act beast of burden provided it's hens I'm to carry—not rats! Ta-ta!"
The Agricultural Show was the great event in the year at Skelwick. It was held in the big field beside
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the mill, and all the villagers for miles round made holiday to attend it. For days beforehand men were busy putting up pens and erecting66 a tent where eggs and butter and dressed fowls could be exhibited, while a few travelling caravans67 arrived with shooting galleries or cheap bazaars68 and set up a kind of fair in an opposite field.
There were many classes for poultry69, so Winnie decided70 to send some of her best cockerels, a selection of Buff Orpington chickens, and a pair of big white Aylesbury ducks. She and Gwen got up very early on the Saturday morning to take a final review of their exhibits. They were determined71 to give the ducks a washing in order that they might show them with their plumage in an absolutely spotless condition. Armed with a tin bath, a can of warm water, some soap and a sponge, they shut themselves in a disused pig sty and commenced operations. It is no easy task to wash a large, struggling, flapping, protesting duck, and though Gwen held their wings down while Winnie did the scrubbing, both girls were splashed all over and drenched72 with water before they had finished.
"But the Aylesburys look gorgeous," said Gwen, flinging her dishevelled hair from her hot face. "They're clean to the very tips of their beaks73. The drake looks as if you'd curled his tail feather with the curling tongs74. They're fearfully upset and angry, poor dears; they think they've been half killed. Winnie, how are we going to get them to the Show?"
"That's what's puzzling me. We don't possess a basket big enough for them. I believe we shall have to carry them."
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"In our arms? Yes, that'll be by far the best way. They'd knock their feathers about in a hamper75 and get dirty again. They've had one breakfast already, but I think they deserve a little scrap76 of Indian corn as a reward for what they've gone through."
All exhibits had to be delivered at the Show field by nine o'clock, and precisely77 at half-past eight a procession set off from the Parsonage: Lesbia carefully carrying a dozen beautiful brown eggs in a basket, the three boys with small hampers78 of chickens, Dick holding a little wooden crate79 containing Black Minorca cockerels, and finally Winnie and Gwen, each clasping a huge white Aylesbury in her arms. Dick had offered gallantly80 to be duck bearer, but the girls preferred to transport their own pets.
"They know us so well, you see," said Gwen, "so they won't struggle like they would with a stranger. Besides, we know just the dodge65 of holding down their wings so that they can't flap."
They decided to take the short cut to the mill, through two meadows, across a small stream, and over a stile that led them direct into the Show ground. Gwen and Winnie got on very well with Dick and the boys to open gates: it was rather perilous81 work crossing the stream on a single plank82, but they accomplished83 that in safety, and Winnie, with infinite caution, climbed over the stile into the mill meadow, still hugging her burden. Gwen essayed to follow with equal skill, but the stile was a very steep and awkward one, and she needed both hands to hold the drake. She was stepping carefully over the top bar when somehow her foot caught and she stumbled;
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she put out one hand to save herself, and the cunning drake, quick to seize his opportunity, wriggled84 himself free and made a dash for liberty.
Off he went over the Show ground, flapping and fluttering like a white whirlwind and quacking85 his loudest, and the Gascoyne family, popping down hampers and baskets, followed hard behind; Winnie, much encumbered86 by her duck, shouting frantic87 directions. It was Dick who caught the runaway88, and pinioned89 him cleverly until Gwen secured him, then with much triumph they shut him up with his agitated90 mate in the wire pen marked "No. 207".
"I thought we'd lost him," panted Winnie. "Oh, dear! It's no joke bringing one's beasties to a show. I'm glad we decided not to exhibit the pigs! Martin, you're not to open that hamper. We shall be having the chickens escaping next! Stop him, Stumps! I feel like the 'Old Woman who lived in a Shoe'. Gwen, you take charge of the cockerels while I find where the Black Minorcas have to go to."
The public was not allowed in the field while the judging was in process; so until twelve o'clock the Gascoynes were obliged to wait with what patience they could muster91. As soon as the gates were opened they trooped into the Show.
"Hurrah92! First Prize for White Aylesburys!" exclaimed Winnie ecstatically, gazing with rapture93 at the large pink card that decorated No. 207 pen. "It was worth washing them. The darlings! How nice they look!"
"And the chickens have got a third!" yelled the boys, who had taken a hasty round of the exhibits.
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"The eggs haven't won anything, but the cockerels have 'commended'. Mrs. Hodges' have got the first."
"We haven't done badly," said Winnie, "considering I can't devote all my time to it like the farmers' wives. Gwen, you've helped loyally, and I'm going to give you half a crown out of the prize money. I shall save the rest to buy some really good White Leghorns; Mrs. Hodges says they lay better than any others in the winter. Oh, here's Father! We must go and tell him of our success."
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