The family of Mr Merryboy was a small one. Besides those who assisted him on the farm—and who were in some cases temporary servants—his household consisted of his wife, his aged1 mother, a female servant, and a small girl. The latter was a diamond from the London diggings, who had been imported the year before. She was undergoing the process of being polished, and gave promise of soon becoming a very valuable gem2. It was this that induced her employer to secure our two masculine gems3 from the same diggings.
Mrs Merryboy was a vigorous, hearty4, able-bodied lady, who loved work very much for the mere5 exercise it afforded her; who, like her husband, was constitutionally kind, and whose mind was of that serious type which takes concern with the souls of the people with whom it has to do as well as with their bodies. Hence she gave her waif a daily lesson in religious and secular6 knowledge; she reduced work on the Sabbath-days to the lowest possible point in the establishment, and induced her husband, who was a little shy as well as bluff7 and off-hand, to institute family worship, besides hanging on her walls here and there sweet and striking texts from the Word of God.
Old Mrs Merryboy, the mother, must have been a merry girl in her youth; for, even though at the age of eighty and partially8 deaf, she was extremely fond of a joke, practical or otherwise, and had her face so seamed with the lines of appreciative9 humour, and her nutcracker mouth so set in a smile of amiable10 fun, and her coal-black eyes so lit up with the fires of unutterable wit, that a mere glance at her stirred up your sources of comicality to their depths, while a steady gaze usually resulted in a laugh, in which she was sure to join with an apparent belief that, whatever the joke might be, it was uncommonly11 good. She did not speak much. Her looks and smiles rendered speech almost unnecessary. Her figure was unusually diminutive12.
Little Martha, the waif, was one of those mild, reticent13, tiny things that one feels a desire to fondle without knowing why. Her very small face was always, and, as Bobby remarked, awfully14 grave, yet a ready smile must have lurked15 close at hand somewhere, for it could be evoked16 by the smallest provocation17 at any time, but fled the instant the provoking cause ceased. She seldom laughed, but when she did the burst was a hearty one, and over immediately. Her brown hair was smooth, her brown eyes were gentle, her red mouth was small and round. Obedience18 was ingrained in her nature. Original action seemed never to have entered her imagination. She appeared to have been born with the idea that her sphere in life was to do as she was directed. To resist and fight were to her impossibilities. To be defended and kissed seemed to be her natural perquisites19. Yet her early life had been calculated to foster other and far different qualities, as we shall learn ere long.
Tim Lumpy took to this little creature amazingly. She was so little that by contrast he became quite big, and felt so! When in Martha’s presence he absolutely felt big and like a lion, a roaring lion capable of defending her against all comers! Bobby was also attracted by her, but in a comparatively mild degree.
On the morning after their arrival the two boys awoke to find that the windows of their separate little rooms opened upon a magnificent prospect20 of wood and water, and that, the partition of their apartment consisting of a single plank-wall, with sundry21 knots knocked out, they were not only able to converse22 freely, but to peep at each other awkwardly—facts which they had not observed the night before, owing to sleepiness.
“I say, Tim,” said Bob, “you seem to have a jolly place in there.”
“First-rate,” replied Tim, “an’ much the same as your own. I had a good squint23 at you before you awoke. Isn’t the place splendacious?”
“Yes, Tim, it is. I’ve been lookin’ about all the mornin’ for Adam an’ Eve, but can’t see ’em nowhere.”
“What d’ee mean?”
“Why, that we’ve got into the garden of Eden, to be sure.”
“Oh! stoopid,” returned Tim, “don’t you know that they was both banished24 from Eden?”
“So they was. I forgot that. Well, it don’t much matter, for there’s a prettier girl than Eve here. Don’t you see her? Martha, I think they called her—down there by the summer-’ouse, feedin’ the hanimals, or givin’ ’em their names.”
“There you go again, you ignorant booby,” said Tim; “it wasn’t Eve as gave the beasts their names. It was Adam.”
“An’ wot’s the difference, I should like to know? wasn’t they both made one flesh? However, I think little Martha would have named ’em better if she’d bin25 there. What a funny little thing she is!”
“Funny!” returned Tim, contemptuously; “she’s a trump26!”
During the conversation both boys had washed and rubbed their faces till they absolutely shone like rosy27 apples. They also combed and brushed their hair to such an extent that each mass lay quite flat on its little head, and bade fair to become solid, for the Guardian’s loving counsels had not been forgotten, and they had a sensation of wishing to please him even although absent.
Presently the house, which had hitherto been very quiet, began suddenly to resound28 with the barking of a little dog and the noisy voice of a huge man. The former rushed about, saying “Good-morning” as well as it could with tail and tongue to every one, including the household cat, which resented the familiarity with arched back and demoniacal glare. The latter stamped about on the wooden floors, and addressed similar salutations right and left in tones that would have suited the commander of an army. There was a sudden stoppage of the hurricane, and a pleasant female voice was heard.
“I say, Bob, that’s the missus,” whispered Tim through a knot-hole.
Then there came another squall, which seemed to drive madly about all the echoes in the corridors above and in the cellars below. Again the noise ceased, and there came up a sound like a wheezy squeak29.
“I say, Tim, that’s the old ’un,” whispered Bob through the knot-hole.
Bob was right, for immediately on the wheezy squeak ceasing, the hurricane burst forth30 in reply:
“Yes, mother, that’s just what I shall do. You’re always right. I never knew such an old thing for wise suggestions! I’ll set both boys to milk the cows after breakfast. The sooner they learn the better, for our new girl has too much to do in the house to attend to that; besides, she’s either clumsy or nervous, for she has twice overturned the milk-pail. But after all, I don’t wonder, for that red cow has several times showed a desire to fling a hind-leg into the girl’s face, and stick a horn in her gizzard. The boys won’t mind that, you know. Pity that Martha’s too small for the work; but she’ll grow—she’ll grow.”
“Yes, she’ll grow, Franky,” replied the old lady, with as knowing a look as if the richest of jokes had been cracked. The look was, of course, lost on the boys above, and so was the reply, because it reached them in the form of a wheezy squeak.
“Oh! I say! Did you ever! Milk the keows! On’y think!” whispered Bob.
“Ay, an’ won’t I do it with my mouth open too, an’ learn ’ow to send the stream up’ards!” said Tim.
Their comments were cut short by the breakfast-bell; at the same time the hurricane again burst forth:
“Hallo! lads—boys! Youngsters! Are you up?—ah! here you are. Good-morning, and as tidy as two pins. That’s the way to get along in life. Come now, sit down. Where’s Martha? Oh! here we are. Sit beside me, little one.”
The hurricane suddenly fell to a gentle breeze, while part of a chapter of the Bible and a short prayer were read. Then it burst forth again with redoubled fury, checked only now and then by the unavoidable stuffing of the vent-hole.
“You’ve slept well, dears, I hope?” said Mrs Merryboy, helping31 each of our waifs to a splendid fried fish.
Sitting there, partially awe-stricken by the novelty of their surroundings, they admitted that they had slept well.
“Get ready for work then,” said Mr Merryboy, through a rather large mouthful. “No time to lose. Eat—eat well—for there’s lots to do. No idlers on Brankly Farm, I can tell you. And we don’t let young folk lie abed till breakfast-time every day. We let you rest this morning, Bob and Tim, just by way of an extra refresher before beginning. Here, tuck into the bread and butter, little man, it’ll make you grow. More tea, Susy,” (to his wife). “Why, mother, you’re eating nothing—nothing at all. I declare you’ll come to live on air at last.”
The old lady smiled benignly32, as though rather tickled33 with that joke, and was understood by the boys to protest that she had eaten more than enough, though her squeak had not yet become intelligible34 to them.
“If you do take to living on air, mother,” said her daughter-in-law, “we shall have to boil it up with a bit of beef and butter to make it strong.”
Mrs Merryboy, senior, smiled again at this, though she had not heard a word of it. Obviously she made no pretence35 of hearing, but took it as good on credit, for she immediately turned to her son, put her hand to her right ear, and asked what Susy said.
In thunderous tones the joke was repeated, and the old lady almost went into fits over it, insomuch that Bob and Tim regarded her with a spice of anxiety mingled36 with their amusement, while little Martha looked at her in solemn wonder.
Twelve months’ experience had done much to increase Martha’s love for the old lady, but it had done nothing to reduce her surprise; for Martha, as yet, did not understand a joke. This, of itself, formed a subject of intense amusement to old Mrs Merryboy, who certainly made the most of circumstances, if ever woman did.
“Have some more fish, Bob,” said Mrs Merryboy, junior.
Bob accepted more, gratefully. So did Tim, with alacrity37.
“What sort of a home had you in London, Tim?” asked Mrs Merryboy.
“Well, ma’am, I hadn’t no home at all.”
“No home at all, boy; what do you mean? You must have lived somewhere.”
“Oh yes, ma’am, I always lived somewheres, but it wasn’t nowheres in partikler. You see I’d neither father nor mother, an’ though a good old ’ooman did take me in, she couldn’t purvide a bed or blankets, an’ her ’ome was stuffy38, so I preferred to live in the streets, an’ sleep of a night w’en I couldn’t pay for a lodgin’, in empty casks and under wegitable carts in Covent Garden Market, or in empty sugar ’ogsheads. I liked the ’ogsheads best w’en I was ’ungry, an’ that was most always, ’cause I could sometimes pick a little sugar that was left in the cracks an’ ’oles, w’en they ’adn’t bin cleaned out a’ready. Also I slep’ under railway-arches, and on door-steps. But sometimes I ’ad raither disturbed nights, ’cause the coppers39 wouldn’t let a feller sleep in sitch places if they could ’elp it.”
“Who are the ‘coppers?’” asked the good lady of the house, who listened in wonder to Tim’s narration40.
“The coppers, ma’am, the—the—pl’eece.”
“Oh! the police?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Where in the world did they expect you to sleep?” asked Mrs Merryboy with some indignation.
“That’s best known to themselves, ma’am,” returned Tim; “p’raps we might ’ave bin allowed to sleep on the Thames, if we’d ’ad a mind to, or on the hatmosphere, but never ’avin’ tried it on, I can’t say.”
“Did you lead the same sort of life, Bob?” asked the farmer, who had by that time appeased41 his appetite.
“Pretty much so, sir,” replied Bobby, “though I wasn’t quite so ’ard up as Tim, havin’ both a father and mother as well as a ’ome. But they was costly42 possessions, so I was forced to give ’em up.”
“What! you don’t mean that you forsook43 them?” said Mr Merryboy with a touch of severity.
“No, sir, but father forsook me and the rest of us, by gettin’ into the Stone Jug—wery much agin’ my earnest advice,—an’ mother an’ sister both thought it was best for me to come out here.”
The two waifs, being thus encouraged, came out with their experiences pretty freely, and made such a number of surprising revelations, that the worthy44 backwoodsman and his wife were lost in astonishment45, to the obvious advantage of old Mrs Merryboy, who, regarding the varying expressions of face around her as the result of a series of excellent jokes, went into a state of chronic46 laughter of a mild type.
“Have some more bread and butter, and tea, Bob and some more sausage,” said Mrs Merryboy, under a sudden impulse.
Bob declined. Yes, that London street-arab absolutely declined food! So did Tim Lumpy!
“Now, my lads, are you quite sure,” said Mr Merryboy, “that you’ve had enough to eat?”
They both protested, with some regret, that they had.
“You couldn’t eat another bite if you was to try, could you?”
“Vell, sir,” said Bob, with a spice of the ‘old country’ insolence47 strong upon him, “there’s no sayin’ what might be accomplished48 with a heffort, but the consikences, you know, might be serious.”
The farmer received this with a thunderous guffaw49, and, bidding the boys follow him, went out.
He took them round the farm buildings, commenting on and explaining everything, showed them cattle and horses, pigs and poultry50, barns and stables, and then asked them how they thought they’d like to work there.
“Uncommon!” was Bobby Frog’s prompt reply, delivered with emphasis.
“Fust rate!” was Tim Lumpy’s sympathetic sentiment.
“Well, then, the sooner we begin the better. D’you see that lot of cord-wood lying tumbled about in the yard, Bob?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You go to work on it, then, and pile it up against that fence, same as you see this one done. An’ let’s see how neatly51 you’ll do it. Don’t hurry. What we want in Canada is not so much to see work done quickly as done well.”
Taking Tim to another part of the farm, he set him to remove a huge heap of stones with a barrow and shovel52, and, leaving them, returned to the house.
Both boys set to work with a will. It was to them the beginning of life; they felt that, and were the more anxious to do well in consequence. Remembering the farmer’s caution, they did not hurry, but Tim built a cone53 of stones with the care and artistic54 exactitude of an architect, while Bobby piled his billets of wood with as much regard to symmetrical proportion as was possible in the circumstances.
About noon they became hungry, but hunger was an old foe55 whom they had been well trained to defy, so they worked on utterly56 regardless of him.
Thereafter a welcome sound was heard—the dinner-bell!
Having been told to come in on hearing it, they left work at once, ran to the pump, washed themselves, and appeared in the dining-room looking hot, but bright and jovial57, for nothing brightens the human countenance58 so much, (by gladdening the heart), as the consciousness of having performed duty well.
From the first this worthy couple, who were childless, received the boys into their home as sons, and on all occasions treated them as such. Martha Mild, (her surname was derived59 from her character), had been similarly received and treated.
“Well, lads,” said the farmer as they commenced the meal—which was a second edition of breakfast, tea included, but with more meat and vegetables—“how did you find the work? pretty hard—eh?”
“Oh! no, sir, nothink of the kind,” said Bobby, who was resolved to show a disposition60 to work like a man and think nothing of it.
“Ah, good. I’ll find you some harder work after dinner.”
Bobby blamed himself for having been so prompt in reply.
“The end of this month, too, I’ll have you both sent to school,” continued the farmer with a look of hearty good-will, that Tim thought would have harmonised better with a promise to give them jam-tart and cream. “It’s vacation time just now, and the schoolmaster’s away for a holiday. When he comes back you’ll have to cultivate mind as well as soil, my boys, for I’ve come under an obligation to look after your education, and even if I hadn’t, I’d do it to satisfy my own conscience.”
The couleur-de-rose with which Bob and Tim had begun to invest their future faded perceptibly on hearing this. The viands61, however, were so good that it did not disturb them very much. They ate away heartily62, and in silence. Little Martha was not less diligent63, for she had been busy all the morning in the dairy and kitchen, playing, rather than working, at domestic concerns, yet in her play doing much real work, and acquiring useful knowledge, as well as an appetite.
After dinner the farmer rose at once. He was one of those who find it unnecessary either to drink or smoke after meals. Indeed, strong drink and tobacco were unknown in his house, and, curiously64 enough, nobody seemed to be a whit65 the worse for their absence. There were some people, indeed, who even went the length of asserting that they were all the better for their absence!
“Now for the hard work I promised you, boys; come along.”
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