Thornycroft Farm, near Barbury Green, July 1, 190-.
Picture of woman and goose
In alluding1 to myself as a Goose Girl, I am using only the most modest of my titles; for I am also a poultry2-maid, a tender of Belgian hares and rabbits, and a shepherdess; but I particularly fancy the rôle of Goose Girl, because it recalls the German fairy tales of my early youth, when I always yearned3, but never hoped, to be precisely4 what I now am.
As I was jolting5 along these charming Sussex roads the other day, a fat buff pony6 and a tippy cart being my manner of progression, I chanced upon the village of Barbury Green.
One glance was enough for any woman, who, having eyes to see, could see with them; but I made assurance doubly sure by driving about a little, struggling to conceal7 my new-born passion from the stable-boy who was my escort. Then, it being high noon of a cloudless day, I descended9 from the trap and said to the astonished yokel10: “You may go back to the Hydropathic; I am spending a month or two here. Wait a moment—I’ll send a message, please!”
“I am very tired of people,” the note ran, “and want to rest myself by living a while with things. Address me (if you must) at Barbury Green post-office, or at all events send me a box of simple clothing there—nothing but shirts and skirts, please. I cannot forget that I am only twenty miles from Oxenbridge (though it might be one hundred and twenty, which is the reason I adore it), but I rely upon you to keep an honourable13 distance yourselves, and not to divulge14 my place of retreat to others, especially to—you know whom! Do not pursue me. I will never be taken alive!”
Having cut, thus, the cable that bound me to civilisation15, and having seen the buff pony and the dazed yokel disappear in a cloud of dust, I looked about me with what Stevenson calls a “fine, dizzy, muddle-headed joy,” the joy of a successful rebel or a liberated16 serf. Plenty of money in my purse—that was unromantic, of course, but it simplified matters—and nine hours of daylight remaining in which to find a lodging17.
The village is one of the oldest, and I am sure it must be one of the quaintest19, in England. It is too small to be printed on the map (an honour that has spoiled more than one Arcadia), so pray do not look there, but just believe in it, and some day you may be rewarded by driving into it by chance, as I did, and feel the same Columbus thrill running, like an electric current, through your veins20. I withhold21 specific geographical22 information in order that you may not miss that Columbus thrill, which comes too seldom in a world of railroads.
The Green is in the very centre of Barbury village, and all civic23, political, family, and social life converges there, just at the public duck-pond—a wee, sleepy lake with a slope of grass-covered stones by which the ducks descend8 for their swim.
The houses are set about the Green like those in a toy village. They are of old brick, with crumpled24, up-and-down roofs of deep-toned red, and tufts of stonecrop growing from the eaves. Diamond-paned windows, half open, admit the sweet summer air; and as for the gardens in front, it would seem as if the inhabitants had nothing to do but work in them, there is such a riotous25 profusion26 of colour and bloom. To add to the effect, there are always pots of flowers hanging from the trees, blue flax and yellow myrtle; and cages of Java sparrows and canaries singing joyously27, as well they may in such a paradise.
The houses are set about the Green
The shops are idyllic28, too, as if Nature had seized even the man of trade and made him subservient29 to her designs. The general draper’s, where I fitted myself out for a day or two quite easily, is set back in a tangle30 of poppies and sweet peas, Madonna lilies and Canterbury bells. The shop itself has a gay awning31, and what do you think the draper has suspended from it, just as a picturesque32 suggestion to the passer-by? Suggestion I call it, because I should blush to use the word advertisement in describing anything so dainty and decorative33. Well, then, garlands of shoes, if you please! Baby bootlets of bronze; tiny ankle-ties in yellow, blue, and scarlet34 kid; glossy35 patent-leather pumps shining in the sun, with festoons of slippers36 at the corners, flowery slippers in imitation Berlin wool-work. If you make this picture in your mind’s-eye, just add a window above the awning, and over the fringe of marigolds in the window-box put the draper’s wife dancing a rosy-cheeked baby. Alas37! my words are only black and white, I fear, and this picture needs a palette drenched38 in primary colours.
Along the street, a short distance, is the old watchmaker’s. Set in the hedge at the gate is a glass case with Multum in Parvo painted on the woodwork. Within, a little stand of trinkets revolves39 slowly; as slowly, I imagine, as the current of business in that quiet street. The house stands a trifle back and is covered thickly with ivy40, while over the entrance-door of the shop is a great round clock set in a green frame of clustering vine. The hands pointed41 to one when I passed the watchmaker’s garden with its thicket42 of fragrant43 lavender and its murmuring bees; so I went in to the sign of the “Strong i’ the Arm” for some cold luncheon44, determining to patronise “The Running Footman” at the very next opportunity. Neither of these inns is starred by Baedeker, and this fact adds the last touch of enchantment45 to the picture.
The landlady46 at the “Strong i’ the Arm” stabbed me in the heart by telling me that there were no apartments to let in the village, and that she had no private sitting-room47 in the inn; but she speedily healed the wound by saying that I might be accommodated at one of the farm-houses in the vicinity. Did I object to a farm-’ouse? Then she could cheerfully recommend the Evan’s farm, only ’alf a mile away. She ’ad understood from Miss Phœbe Evan, who sold her poultry, that they would take one lady lodger49 if she didn’t wish much waiting upon.
In my present mood I was in search of the strenuous50 life, and eager to wait, rather than to be waited upon; so I walked along the edge of the Green, wishing that some mentally unbalanced householder would take a sudden fancy to me and ask me to come in and lodge48 awhile. I suppose these families live under their roofs of peach-blow tiles, in the midst of their blooming gardens, for a guinea a week or thereabouts; yet if they “undertook” me (to use their own phrase), the bill for my humble51 meals and bed would be at least double that. I don’t know that I blame them; one should have proper compensation for admitting a world-stained lodger into such an Eden.
When I was searching for rooms a week ago, I chanced upon a pretty cottage where the woman had sometimes let apartments. She showed me the premises52 and asked me if I would mind taking my meals in her own dining-room, where I could be served privately53 at certain hours: and, since she had but the one sitting-room, would I allow her to go on using it occasionally? also, if I had no special preference, would I take the second-sized bedroom and leave her in possession of the largest one, which permitted her to have the baby’s crib by her bedside? She thought I should be quite as comfortable, and it was her opinion that in making arrangements with lodgers54, it was a good plan not to “bryke up the ’ome any more than was necessary.”
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