“I was wet to the skin, and through it, I believe,” said Rose. “No, I sha’n’t take cold, mama. Nobody takes cold here. Tom must be wet through to his bones—absolutely water-logged.”
“The boys were a-drip like water-rats,” said Mrs. Lyndsay. “I am sure some of you will have pneumonia3.”
“But I got an eighteen-and-a-half-pound salmon4,” cried Jack5.
“He’s had him in his lap for an hour, like a baby,” said Dick.
“That is capable of olfactory6 demonstration,” remarked Anne.
“He’ll get that salmon framed,” cried Dick. “Such a fuss—”
“Did you get any, sir?” asked his father.
“No.”
“Are you sorry Jack did?”
“No, I am not that mean,” returned the boy, flushing. “Ned he caught it, and he let Jack bring it in. Jack wanted it so very bad.”
107“Badly, sir?”
“Badly.”
“And it was Ned’s fish, after all.”
As he spoke7, Lyndsay nodded gently, smiling at the youngest son, and no more was said; but the boys understood well enough that neither the selfishness nor the self-denial had gone unnoticed. This was made more plain when Mr. Lyndsay said:
“I shall fish the upper pool to-morrow morning—or, rather, you may, Ned, for I have letters to write.”
“And Jack and Dick?” said Ned.
“Those other fellows may slay8 trout9.” He disliked even the approach to tale-telling by his boys, and when Mrs. Lyndsay made an appeal, in her mild way, he said, laughing:
“The laws of the Medes and Persians were never changed. Let it rest there. My barbarians10 understand me, I fancy.”
There was a little silence, which Rose broke.
“What is that in the glass, Dick, on the window-ledge?”
“What Pierre calls a lamprey. It is the very lowest of vertebrates. It has only a cartilaginous skeleton.”
“Must be an awful learned beast,” said Ned.
“It holds on to the side of the salmon, Rosy12.”
“Just like a fellow outside of an omnibus,” said Dick.
“What a queer thing!” and Rose got up to look at it. “I wonder if the salmon likes it. A parasite13!”
“Which proves,” laughed Anne, “that even a parasite is capable of attachment14. The obligation is all on one side.”
108“Literally,” said Lyndsay.
“Archie, you are worse than Mr. B.,” said Anne. “If you say anything clever, he begins to dissect15 it for the benefit of all concerned. The application of anatomy16 to humor is one of the lowest of social pursuits. I loathe17 that man.”
“You don’t really loathe any one, aunty.”
“If you do not,” said Margaret, “it is a pity to say that sort of thing.”
“But I do loathe the man—I do; I do. I am honest. He has every quality of what Dick tenderly calls a G. I. P., except the probability of ultimate usefulness.”
“Reasonably complete that,” said Lyndsay, while Jack grinned his appreciation18.
“He is a clergyman, Anne,” remarked Margaret, with emphasis.
“That only makes it worse. I have heard him preach. Don’t you think a man who has no humor must be a bad man?”
“Anne!”
“One moment, dear. Let me finish him. I was going to say, Archie, that if a mule19 was to kick that man just for fun, he would never know he was kicked.”
“That covers the ground. You should have edited a newspaper, Anne. Such vituperative20 qualities are wasted here.”
“Indeed, I think so,” said Mrs. Lyndsay, rising at the end of her luncheon. “It may amuse you, Archie, but for the boys it is bad, dear, bad.”
Upon this the twins, enchanted21 to hear of wickedness, became critically attentive22 to the matter, and for 109a moment refrained from their diet. Anne, a little vexed23, smiled as her sister-in-law stood opposite, but made no other reply.
“I dare say it amuses you, my dear Anne.”
“It does.”
“But should it, dear, and at the cost of temptation to others? Go out, boys.” The twins went forth24 merry. “And—and, dear, don’t you think—?”
Between question and answer Lyndsay made swift retreat, with an explanatory cigar-case in his hand.
“Yes, I think, Margaret”; and then, the gray eyes lighting25 up, “I think, Margaret, that you do not always think. If you did, you would criticize that wicked Archie.”
“Archie! Archie! What do you mean?”
“I admit your premise26. Homicide applied27 to character is bad enough; but don’t you think that Archie ought to give up killing28 salmon?”
“What?”
“You see it teaches the boys to be cruel. It is the sad beginning of murder. There is only a difference of degree in it. Suppose, now, a man kills a monkey, and then—you follow me, dear—and then—oh, do come here, Rose—and then he gets a shot somewhere in Africa at the missing link. You see where killing salmon lands you at last. Where shall we draw the line?”
Rose laughed, despite her mother’s face of puzzled yet obstinate29 gravity.
“What do you mean, Anne?”
Anne rarely argued seriously with this sister-in-law, who, despite their differences, was very dear to her. 110Her delight was, like the cuttle-fish, so to obscure the whole atmosphere of a discussion with mistiness30 of vague analogy as to enable her to retreat with honor.
“Good gracious!” Margaret went on, fanning herself violently, as she did in all weather, and amuseingly indicating by her use of the fan her own moods, “what did I say to bring out all this nonsense? I think I—yes—what was it, Rose?”
Any one’s irritation31, of which she herself seemed to be the cause, troubled the little lady, especially if Anne were the person involved. Nevertheless, no experience sufficed quite to keep Mrs. Lyndsay out of these risks when her motherly instincts were in action.
Rose smiled, as she replied:
“Dear little mother, Aunt Anne objects to your criticism of her form of sport, and the naughty aunty is raising a dust of words, in which she will scuttle32 away.” As she spoke she cast a loving arm around her mother, and one on her aunt’s thin shoulders. But Margaret Lyndsay had the persistency33 of all instinctive34 beings.
“I think it bad for the boys. I always shall think it bad. Dick is now too fond of ridiculing35 serious things, and they think whatever you do is right, and whatever you say they think delightful36. As for Ned—”
“Ned! my Ned! That boy is an angel. I won’t have a word—”
“As if I did not know it!” said Margaret, with the nearest approach to wrath37 of which she was capable. “Really, Anne Lyndsay, may I not even praise my own boys?”
111“I think, my dear Margaret, you lack imagination,” said Anne. Like a great algebraist38, who is apt to skip in his statements a long series of equations, she was given to omitting the logical steps by which her swift reason passed to a conclusion satisfactorily true for her, but obscure enough to her hearers.
“I don’t understand,” said Mrs. Lyndsay.
“Nor I,” echoed Rose.
“My dears,” said Anne, smiling, “the prosperity of life lies largely in the true use of imagination.”
“You are incorrigible39, Anne. But I know I am right.”
“Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, are ofttimes different,” quoted Anne, rising, and not over well pleased. “I think I shall go and lie down.”
“I think I would,” said Mrs. Lyndsay, simply. “You are not looking well to-day.”
“I am well enough,” said Miss Anne.
“All ready!—and the fish and Polycarp!” cried Lyndsay.
Rose was soon in the canoe, and the men began poling across the river. As they moved, she sat, reflecting upon the little scene she had witnessed. It troubled her that two people so dear to her should not always understand each other. The mother had already ceased to think of it, and the aunt’s irritability40 was a matter of minutes. Only Anne Lyndsay knew how sternly a remarkable41 intellect had by degrees dictated42 terms of reasonable life to a quick temper and a tongue too perilously43 skilful44. This endless warfare45 was now rarely visible, but its difficulties were terribly increased at times when weakness and 112pain grew hard to endure and fought on the side of her foes46. There were, indeed, times during the weariness of travel when Rose Lyndsay was startled by what she saw; times when Anne was striving with constantly increasing pain. Then it would end with a laugh and a jest, and some quaint47 defense48 of pain as a form of moral education, until Rose, despite herself, would be reassured49, and she
Who would have given a caliph’s gold
For consolation50, was herself consoled.
These things troubled her as she crossed the stream. Once ashore51 she ceased to think of them. Polycarp, with few words, slung52 the salmon on his back, and, leaving Ambrose to pious53 meditations54 and the canoe, indicated the ox-road to Rose, who went on in front.
After twenty minutes of swift walking, Rose came out of the wood-path into a clearing of some fifty acres, and at last to a cabin set in an inclosure. Here were a few beds of the commoner flowers and a squared-log house. The windows were open, the clean white muslin curtains pulled back, and on the ledges55 tomato-cans and a broken jug56 or two filled with that flower which grows best for the poor, the red geranium. On the south end of the cabin a Japanese ivy57, given by Mrs. Lyndsay, had made a fair fight with the rigor58 of a Canadian winter and was part way up to the gable. Noticing the absence of dirt and of the litter of chips, rags, egg-shells, and bits of paper, so common where labor59 has all it can do to attend to the essential, Rose tapped on the open door, and then, turning, saw Mrs. 113Maybrook standing61 at the well. She came forward at once to meet her visitor.
“Why, I guess you must be Margaret Lyndsay’s daughter.”
Rose, a little taken aback by the familiar manner of this identification, perhaps showed it to this shrewd observer in something about her bearing as she said, “A pleasant evening after the rain,” and took the proffered62 hand. “Yes, I am Rose Lyndsay.”
“I’m never quite rid of my Quaker fashion of naming folks without their handles. Seems to get you nearer to people. Now, don’t you think so? Come in.”
Rose, as her host stepped aside, entered the cabin. It was bedroom, kitchen, and sitting-room63 all in one, like most of these rude homes, but it was absolutely clean, and just now, as the cooking was done out of doors, was cool and airy. Mrs. Maybrook was in a much-mended gown, and bore signs enough of contact with pots and pans. Still the great coils of hair were fairly neat, and the gray eyes shone clear and smiling. She made none of the apologies for her house or its furniture such as the poor are apt to make, nor yet for herself or her dress.
“Come in and sit down. I’m that glad to see you. Oh, Polycarp, is that you? And your father has sent me a salmon? My old man will like that. Put it in the brook60, Polycarp.”
“But it is my fish,” said Rose. “I killed it and I wanted you to have it; my father had nothing to do with it, I am glad of a chance to thank you, Mrs. Maybrook, for—for all you were to my mother—all you did last summer when our dear Harry65 died.”
114And this fine young woman, in her tailor-made London walking-gown, thereupon having got to the end of words, and having had this thing in mind for ten minutes, fell an easy victim to nature, so that her eyes filled as she spoke. When this came about, Dorothy became as easy a prey11 to the despotism of sympathetic emotion, and her tears, too, fell like ripe apples on a windy November day. Also, upon this, these two “fools of nature” looked at each other and smiled through their tears, which is a mysteriously explanatory and apologetic habit among rightly made women. After this they were in a way friends. The elder woman took the hand of the younger and said:
“When my last boy died, there was a woman I just hated, and she came and she cried. It makes a heap of matter who cries,—don’t it, now?”
“Oh, it does—it does,” said Rose, with still a little sob66 in her voice.
“I didn’t want that woman to cry. But you don’t mind my crying, now, do you? That was the sweetest little fellow.”
“Please don’t,” said Rose.
“No, no; I won’t, I know. Isn’t it awful lucky men can’t cry? That’s just the only way we can get even with ’em. How’s mother? And Miss Anne? Now, that is a woman. Never saw a woman like her in all my born life. Ain’t she got a way of saying things? Oh, here’s Hiram. Hiram, this is Miss Rose Lyndsay. I reckon”—Mrs. Maybrook reckoned, calculated, or guessed with the entire indifference67 of a woman who had lived south, north, and east—“I reckon they knew what they was about when they 115called you Rose. ’T ain’t easy naming children. They ain’t all like flowers, that just grow up, according to their kind. If you’d have been called Becky, there wouldn’t have been no kind of reason in it.“
“I trust not,” laughed Rose.
“How do you do, miss?” said Hiram. He was tall, a little bent68, clad in sober gray, and had a shock of stiff, grizzly69 hair and a full gray beard. His eyes, which were pale blue and meaningless, wandered as he stood.
“Miss Rose has fetched a fish,” said Dorothy. “You might clean it, Hiram.”
“I’ll do it,” he said, stolidly70, and turned to go like a dull boy sent on an errand.
“And don’t forget to fetch the cows in at sundown.”
“I’ll do it,” and he went out.
“He’s a bit touched in his head,” said his wife. “You see, when we were at Marysville the war kind o’ upset him. They wanted him to go into the rebel army, and he wasn’t minded to do it. I got him a place on a railroad, so he didn’t have to; but he was awful worried, and took to thinking about it, and his brothers that were in our army,—on the other side,—and then he got off his head. He ain’t been the same man since,—and twice he ran away. But I fetched him both times, and then the fevers took the children. He ain’t been the same man since. I’ve got to p’int him a good bit,—that’s what he calls it; but if he’s p’inted right, he goes sure. To my thinking, it is a queer world, Miss Rose. I wish I was certain there is a better.”
116“But there is,” said Rose.
“Well, well. Maybe. Anyhow, I never felt no call to doubt what I was to do in this one. Old Kitchins used to pray over me. He was an awful certain man about other folks’ sins; never missed fire. At last, one day, when he was a-consoling me, and thinking he’d just only got to be a kind of centurion71 for a woman’s troubles, and say go and they’d go, I asked him if he’d any knowledge of the gospel of grinning,—and that ended him. Come out and see my flowers.”
Rose got up, laughing. “I want you to walk to Colkett’s with me. I told the men to go up the river, so as to bring us back. You see, I made sure you would go.”
“Go!—of course I’ll go,” said Dorothy. “No, I won’t want a bonnet72. I’ve got one somewhere, under the bed, I guess,” and, so saying, they set off. It required little skill to draw from this frank and fearless nature, as they walked, the history of a wandering life, of the children dead, of the half-witted husband, of her own long-continued asthma73, now gone, as she hoped. It was told with curious vivacity,—with some sense of the humorous quality of complete disaster, and when she spoke of her dead it was with brief gravity, which seemed to deny sympathy or hasten away from it. As they moved along and her companion talked, Rose glanced with curiosity at the Quaker-born woman, who had lost nearly every trace of her origin. She walked well, and there was a certain distinctiveness74, if not distinction, in her erect75 carriage 117and refinement76 of feature, still visible after years of toil1 and troubles.
At last, after a pause, Rose spoke for herself.
“It seems to me wonderful that you, who have gone through so much, could have stood it as you seem to have done.” She herself was at the opening age of doubts and questions. At times the discontentment of a life without the definite aims of a man’s career distressed77 her. Yet she had surely all that one could ask of existence; and here was this poverty-haunted woman supremely78 cheerful under circumstances such as would have ruined all capacity for happiness in most of her sex. Rose went on, half surprised at her own frankness:
“I have everything in the world, and sometimes I am not happy. I ought to be ashamed.”
“Well, Miss Rose, I did use to bother, but I gave it up. As long as you’re here, you’re here. I’m like a pig Hiram used to have out West. He was a very enterprising pig, and was always a-trying to get into the pea-patch and out of his own field. One day I was watching that pig,—I used to think that pig could laugh,—well, he spied an angle of a great big, dead cottonwood-tree Hiram had set to stop the gap in a fence. You see, the two ends of it were in the field, and it was hollow right through trunk and limb, and the point of it stuck out into my pea-patch. So, Mr. Pig, in he goes, and after much scratching he got through the trunk, and then through the big branch, and then out he came, and there he was in the same field again. Well, he tried it three times and then he 118gave it up; looked like he’d have liked to scratch his head; and after that he was the contentedest pig you ever saw. And when sticking-time came, at Christmas, he didn’t squeal79 any morsel80 louder than the rest. I guess I’m a good deal like that pig. I’ve quit trying to get out of my field, and so I just stay here and grin, and take what comes.”
“Thank you,” said Rose, smiling. “That is a delightful parable81, Mrs. Maybrook.” And with it Rose ceased awhile to hear what her companion said, and took stern measures with herself, because of the thoughts this woman’s life and words had brought to her.
Dorothy was at times, when her audience suited her, a person who talked herself out in liberal amount, finding in self-utterance one of her few and most distinct pleasures. Yet she was never so full of herself as entirely82 to cease to think of others. She saw in a few minutes that Rose had lost hold of the talk, and was at intervals83 saying, “Yes, yes,” in an absent way, so as to keep up a decent appearance of being still interested in her companion’s words. Dorothy had by no means fine manners, but she had the automatically active instincts of a woman to whom tact64 was a natural gift. She too became silent, and they walked on for a time without more exchange of words.
Rose, like some young women of her age, was at times the easy prey of moods of absence, which carried her far enough from the hour or its company. She had preached herself a severe sermon, and now came back to the outer world again as they passed a marshy84 spot where, of a sudden, the wholesome85 119wood odors rose around her, that delightful commingling86 of the scent87 of moldering trunks, resinous88 weepings of the pine, and the sweetness of the breath of the young spruces. Nature said, in her most tender tones, “Come back to me out of your tangle89 of self-discussion, and I will give you rest.” It was a delicately responsive organization to which this mute appeal was made, and the fine instrument answered to the call with no more consciousness of the gentle influence than has the swaying pine stirred to healthful exercise by the northland breeze.
“Don’t you like the wood-smells?” she said.
“Me? I guess I do. That’s queer about Susan Colkett; asked her one day if she didn’t love the spruce-smells, and she just said they hadn’t none.”
“That was odd. I could never like that woman, but I am very, very sorry for her.”
“Like her! Miss Rose, I saw her once killing chickens,—I never can do that,—and the woman was laughing all the while. I don’t love her, but—There’s the house; you wait here in the woods; I’ll get her out, and then you can talk. Sit down on this log. I’ll fetch her.”
“But are you not afraid, Mrs. Maybrook?”
“I? No; I’m old and tough, and it wouldn’t matter much—except for Hiram. There’d be nobody to p’int him,” and she laughed.
Then Rose took up her sermon again, and Dorothy walked to the back of the crumbling90 cabin, through the vileness91 of the cow-shed, which was connected with the house to save wintry exposures in caring for 120the cattle, now reduced in number to one lank92, milkless cow.
Two decrepit93 chickens fled as she came by, and a long-legged, high-roofed pig lifted his snout above his empty trough and grunted94 a famine-born appeal. Her feet were noiseless in the slough95 of muck through which she picked her way with a grimace96 of disgust. At the open back door she paused, hearing high voices within. About to enter, she halted abruptly97, and a look of intense attention came upon her face. The speakers were hidden, but in the dimness at the far end of the room, she saw the half of the bed,—one broken leg of it tied up to a splint of wood,—and above, the white sheet upon the figure of the dead child. She stayed motionless a moment, at first merely shocked at the rude noises in the chamber99 of death, but, when about to knock, stopped short again at the hearing of her own name.
“Dory Maybrook’s a fool; don’t tell me about her!”
“Well, I won’t. Ain’t I goin’ to have no more of that money?” It was Joe Colkett who spoke.
“You took five dollars last night,” said the woman. Her voice, strident and high-pitched, sent a shiver of discomfort100 through Dorothy. “Didn’t think no man would be mean enough to steal from under a dead child’s pillow!”
“I might ov took it all,—I’m that miserable101. Don’t go to say I’m drunk. I’m not. What did you do with the rest of it, anyway?”
“I got Bill Churchman’s wife to buy me a white gown down the river, to put on my child, and a white 121sheet, and then there’s the money to fetch the preacher. I couldn’t get no sheet until I paid your reckonin’ for whisky. There ain’t much left.”
“I’m dreadful sorry,” said the man.
“Oh, don’t go a-whinin’ round me! Just let me alone! I was a fool to have took a man like you, that ain’t got no sense and no work in him!”
“I wouldn’t ov sayed that, Susie.”
“No? Well, I say it. What did that lawyer man tell you about the mortgage? When has we got to go?”
“Oh, he says we may bide102 till next winter; but he’s to have the cow and the pig.”
“And you said you’d give ’em up?”
“Yes. What could I ov done? Susie, don’t you set there a-cryin’. I can git a lumber103 job, and we’ll look about, and Mr. Lyndsay he’ll give us a bit of money.”
“No, he won’t. Dory Maybrook she’ll tell him Mr. Carington gave you some money, and Dory she’ll tell him, too, it’s no use helpin’ a drunken brute104.”
“I said I wouldn’t drink no more, and I won’t. You might believe me, Susie. Ain’t I allus loved you, and slaved for you and them dead children, and not mine neither? I’m not a bad man, if I do take a drop now and again.”
“If you was a worse man, I’d ov liked you better. A great strong man like you, and all these rich folks round here.”
“What!” he exclaimed.
Dorothy started. She would have liked to see those two faces.
122“If you was to care for me a little, Susie, I’d do most anything you wanted.”
“Ain’t that Carington comin’ up in September, and didn’t he ask you to go into the woods after caribou105 with him? There ain’t no better hunter than you in these parts.” As she spoke, her voice became low and softer, so that the listener scarcely heard it. “Them city folks carries a lot of money about with ’em, and watches and things. We’ve got to get away, and we’ve got to live, Joe Colkett,—to live, I say!”
“Do you want me to steal the man’s money?”
“Oh, stealin’ gits found out. Ain’t we been robbed? Who stole our house and all my man’s earnin’s?”
“What is it you want, Susie?” He spoke timidly.
“I want a man as is a man, and ain’t afeard,—you ain’t him!”
“Didn’t I say I’d do ’most anything for you?”
“’Most anything!”
“Well, anything.” Then there was a moment of utter silence. “You wouldn’t go to want me to do nothin’ wrong.”
“Well, you are a fool! Ain’t folks lost in them woods sometimes, and never found?”
“I can’t do it,” said the man, hoarsely106. “I said I couldn’t, and I can’t. I—I can’t,” and he was heard moving to and fro in the agitated107 indecision of a great temptation. Dorothy began to fear that she would come into view.
“I can’t,” he repeated.
“But he will,” murmured Dorothy, falling back noiselessly. Then, stepping through a break in the 123rotten boards of the shed, she bent low among the alders108 and fled. When away in the woods, she walked until she came again to Rose. “They’re in,” she said. “Mind, we’ve just come. Don’t let on I left you—hush—not now. There’s a reason. I can’t explain now. Come.”
Rose, rather bewildered, followed her. A few paces from the closed door she stood still, while Dorothy, going on, called gently, “Susie Colkett,” and knocked as she spoke.
“Oh, it’s you!” said the mistress of the house, as she came forward to the doorway109.
“Yes; Miss Lyndsay came up with me. Dear me! I’m that tired!”
Mrs. Colkett, from her grim height of leanness, looked sharply at the speaker. “That ain’t common with you.” Then she came out and went up to Rose. “Won’t you come in?” she said. “It ain’t much of a house, but poor folks has got to put up with what they can git.” The stooping carriage, the high, red cheek-bones, and the large, yellow teeth struck the young woman unpleasantly. That the mother said nothing of the dead child within seemed strange.
“I—I couldn’t now,—not now,” said Rose, gently. “I wanted to say we were all so—so very sorry for you. It’s only just a year last week that my own little brother died, you know.”
“And, Susie, it was the same thing, oh, just the same,” said Dorothy, softly.
“My father would like to know if there is anything you want; anything—really anything we can do?”
“No,” she said. At one moment she was filled with 124eager greed to get all that was to be had out of these fine people; at the next she was shaken by a storm of anger at the contrast between these deaths. She had a crude remembrance of the decencies and order of the funeral of Harry Lyndsay, and then of Joe coming in with the rough coffin110, of the place back in the woods where her two children lay in unmarked graves. On such recollections the mere98 brutalness of love of her offspring dwelt with savagery111 of comment. She had seen the small stone which had been set over the little Lyndsay, in the late spring, just before the family had come upon the river. These things had been in her mind for days, and now it was hard to conceal112 her feelings She would have liked to take an ax and break the modest memorial of their dead. She said, merely, “No, no!” to Rose, and then, shortly, “Joe and me are much obliged, miss.”
“You will let us know if we can help you?” Her visible emotion Rose, very naturally, misinterpreted. Dorothy stood by, grave, silent, and watchful113.
“Where’s your man?” she said, as Rose bade good-by and turned away. Joe, stunned114, half afraid of his masterful temptress, had remained in the cabin. “Oh, Susie,” added Dorothy, in lower tones, “I hope he hasn’t been drinking again?”
“What’s that your business?” returned the other woman. “Guess I can take care of my man.”
“I am not so sure of that; but I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Then you hadn’t ought to have meddled115.”
“All right,” said Dorothy; “good-by”; and, turning, she left Mrs. Colkett and rejoined Rose.
125“What a woman!” she said, and then for a time neither spoke.
When they were well on their way to the shore, Rose said: “I am troubled, Mrs. Maybrook, that I so dislike any one as unfortunate as that woman. But I don’t like her. I never, never want to go there again, and I am sorry for her, too. Oh, I am as sorry as I can be; but—”
Dorothy simply said, “I do not wonder.” And then, with a laugh, “The fact is, Miss Rose, that Colkett woman’s bad; and, for my part, I’m a right lopsided Christian116. I can’t put on mourning for rattlesnakes just the same as for doves. It’s a kind of comfort to find you aren’t much better than I am.”
“I,—indeed not!”
Meanwhile Dorothy was debating in her mind how much she should tell her companion. A side glance at the fresh young maiden117 face decided118 her. “I said along back I would explain what kept me so long. I cannot. They were talking about me. It wasn’t very pleasant. I overheard something disagreeable. I reckon I’ll come over and see about it with Mr. Lyndsay. Do you chance to know Mr. Carington that fishes up to Island Camp?”
“No.” Rose felt that whatever was withheld119 concerned—must concern—this gentleman. “But I am immensely curious,” she said.
“Are you?” cried Dorothy, laughing. “I am going to keep my mouth shut for twenty-four hours, and that’s real, rity-dity penance120, I can tell you! Did you never see Mr. Carington? Why, he’s right up river, just two or three miles.”
126“No,—or yes, with my glass a moment, ever so far away. What is he like?”
“Oh, there’s two.”
“Not twins?”
“No. There’s a Mr. Ellett. He’s a man walks about and—well, he walks about.”
Rose laughed. She felt the description to be somewhat indistinct, and said so.
“Kind of man says ‘Oh!’ when you talk to him. Awful neat man,—wears glasses?”
“And the other?”
“He’s a well-set-up man. Stands up strong on his hind121 legs.”
“His what?”
“His hind legs. He’s pretty smart with a boat, and a gun, too. He’s got a way of putting his head back, and sort of looking you over, as if he was taking stock of you. It’s not as if he was stuck up or saucy122. It’s just a way your father has, too, Miss Rose.”
“Indeed!” Miss Lyndsay was not quite sure she desired any one to resemble her father. “Here we are at the landing.”
“You won’t mind if I ask you, Miss Rose, not to say—there was—anything—anything wrong?”
“No, of course not, if you wish it; but I do want to know,” and then they went away homeward, down the highway of the waters. In fact, as to this matter of which she was not to speak, Rose was vastly curious, and lay long awake that night, smiling at times over the description of the dwellers123 at the Island Camp.
127Dorothy slipped away up the ox-road, from the river-bank opposite the Cliff Camp, and went with slow and unusually thoughtful steps through the wood. At the gate of their clearing she found Hiram, as usual, waiting for her like a patient dog for the master.
“You’ve been a long time,” he said.
“Yes,—I could not help it. Are the cows milked!”
“No. I kind of forgot.”
“Better go and milk them now,” she said; “and don’t forget to feed the hogs124, and put the bars up,—one, two, three things,” and she smiled; “mind, three things.”
“Oh, now I’m p’inted right. I’ll go. The bars, you said?”
“Yes, the bars.” And he went away, saying, “One, two, three, one, two, three. I might forget them bars!” And meanwhile the wife moved homeward, still deep in thought.
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pneumonia
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barbarians
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attachment
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anatomy
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appreciation
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mule
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vituperative
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lighting
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killing
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ridiculing
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algebraist
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dictated
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skilful
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warfare
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foes
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quaint
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defense
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consolation
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slung
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pious
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meditations
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labor
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sitting-room
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harry
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