The days that passed were days of unbroken sunshine; England was revelling3, as she rarely does, in long-continued sun and warmth. Peter spent the mornings and a good part of the afternoon in the shade of some coppice or in the shadow of some old quarry4 or haystack, engrossed5 in his writing, while Democritus at first lay curled beside him, and later, as the ugly wound healed, set off on rabbiting expeditions of his own, to return at noon and share Peter’s midday meal.
After having worked for some weeks under a roof, Peter at first did not find it so easy to write in the open. There were countless6 things to prove of distraction—the sunlight spots that danced on the ground beside him, the glint of a dragon-fly’s wing, the butterflies that flitted in the sunshine, the bleating7 of sheep, the lowing of cows, the cry of the curlew, the plaintive8 pipe of the plover9, all served to carry his thoughts into dreamy realms of fancy away from the work of the moment.
And in these realms there were three or four pictures that kept recurring10 to his mind. There was a woman sitting in the sunshine on a terrace, her hair warm and lustrous11 in the light. Peter would see again the indescribable note of race and breeding that predominated in her; see her eyes grey and shining; the warm ivory of her skin; her white hands long-fingered and slender, rose-tipped, with almond-shaped nails; the lines of her graceful12 figure; the whole fragrance13, the warm vitality14 of her; and hear her low, round voice. There was a moonlight picture, elusive15, full of a rare charm. There was a picture half-hidden in driving rain, and then a woman by his hearth16, lifting a glass of red wine to her lips. And, lastly, a picture of a woman, looking at him, white, silent, her eyes holding depths of contempt.
And here Peter would catch his underlip with his teeth and turn again fiercely to his writing. It was gay writing, witty17 writing. His Wanderer wore his cap and bells finely, jesting right royally, and it would have needed a penetrating18 insight to recognize the sigh beneath the smile.
The world, as Peter had told Democritus, has borne much in her time. Through countless ages she has seen the sin, the sorrow, the pain of mankind; but she knows, if they could but realize it, that all this is as transitory as the barren days of winter that cover her, and that life and hope are never dead, but only sleeping, and will awake again with the spring. She tells us this times out of number. Every year she silently speaks her allegory, but it falls for the most part on unheeding ears. In the barren winter of our lives it is not easy to believe that spring will once more wake for us, that however long and dreary19 the grey months, somewhere and at some time the spring will dawn. Peter was facing his winter bravely, but he could not yet believe that one day the sun would shine again for him, the birds sing, the flowers bloom. For all his outward gaiety, the present physical warmth and sunshine only served [Pg 248]to emphasize his mental winter. But Nature knew and did her best to cheer him, and to tell him that our interior spring and summer, though their advent20 is sure, do not always accord with hers.
One day, somewhere about the middle of September, Peter reached a small town. He was progressing slowly northward21, but as he spent a considerable part of his time in writing his progress was by no means hurried.
In this town a fair was in full swing, and Peter was reminded of a letter he had once received, which talked of another fair—one in the South of England.
It was a gay scene enough, and Peter, with Democritus, at his heels, paused a while to watch it. There were crowds of people in holiday attire22; there were endless couples—girl and swain. There were coco-nut shies; there were merry-go-rounds of horses and boat-cars, which revolved23 to some excruciating music (so-called), set in motion by the machinery24 which worked the highly coloured wooden horses and cars. There were stalls covered with miscellaneous articles of marvellous [Pg 249]manufacture—glass vases with undulated edges, beginning white at the base and slowly increasing in colour from pale pink to a violent ruby25; china mugs and cups covered with floreate designs or flags, between two of which King George and Queen Mary stared forth26 with painted pained surprise. There were gilt27 clocks, boxes of sweets, tin butter-dishes politely called silver, and all the rest of the articles which usually adorn28 the stalls at a fair.
A number of these articles were displayed on a circular table covered with red twill and surrounded by a barricade29, beside which stood a man with a number of small hoops30 in his hand. In a loud voice he was urging the onlookers32 to try their luck. The hoops, it appeared, were to be loaned to them at the rate of three a penny; they were then to be flung quoit-like over any article on the table. Provided they fell surrounding the article without touching33 it, it became the property of the thrower. If you had ill-luck you had disbursed34 your money with no result; moderate luck would bring you a packet of sweets or a china dog or cat, and by surprising good luck you might become the possessor of a certain largish gilt clock or a [Pg 250]ruby vase, and all for a sum which might be the fraction of a penny. It sounded seductive, and the throwers of the hoops were fairly numerous, though the acquirers of prizes were few. The wooden hoop31 had an unpleasant way of falling against the article required and propping35 itself up by it as though too tired for further exertion36. But the throwers, with the hearts of born gamblers, continued to throw and hope for better things, till diminishing coppers38 or entirely39 empty pockets sent them sadly away. Naturally there was an occasional piece of luck, which fired the assembly to fresh enthusiasm.
Peter stood still to watch, amused by the wild vagaries40 of the wooden hoops. Suddenly a small voice at his elbow spoke41.
“It ain’t easy, is it? I’ve thrown a shilling on that there table and not got so much as a penny packet o’ sweets. It’s dis’eartening!”
Peter looked round. At his elbow was a small and ugly girl, possibly the ugliest girl on which it had ever been his fortune to set eyes. Her pale, square face was covered with freckles42, her eyes, small and green, were like little slits43, her nose—a mere44 apology for that feature—was a dab45 in the [Pg 251]middle of her face, her mouth wide and formless.
“Apparently it is not easy,” said Peter politely. And then he removed his eyes from her face, fearing that his astonishment46 at her plainness might be perceived by her.
She sighed. “I wish I ’adn’t thrown my shilling on that there table. It’s the third year now as I’ve made a fool of myself, and not a penny left for the ’orses nor nothin’. ’Tisn’t as if I were one o’ the girls wot folks treat. ’Oo could, with a face like mine?”
There was no complaint in the remark. It was not even a hint to Peter; it was merely the grave statement of a fact, with the explanation of the reason for it.
“Why,” asked Peter solemnly, “did you throw your money on that table?”
She came a trifle nearer to him, and spoke in a whisper.
“It’s them two things,” she said. “That there vase—the crimson47 one with the white snake a-curling round it, and the gold clock. I’ve watched ’em now for three years, and me ’eart’s in me mouth lest some one should get the ’oops over. I can’t get away from ’ere, nor enjoy the fair no ’ow for watchin’, so the ’orses and boats wouldn’t be much good even if I ’adn’t throwed that shilling away.” It was poured forth in a rapid undertone, as if the mere mention of her longing48 might lead a hoop to encircle either of the two coveted49 treasures.
Peter eyed them gravely. Of course they were unutterably hideous50, that went without saying; but there they were, representing the goal—unattainable—of three years’ ambition.
“I wonder—” said Peter, and stopped. He had once had some skill as a player of quoits. He drew a copper37 from his pocket. “I’ll have three of those hoops,” he said to the man in charge of the stall.
The Ugly Little Girl watched him, anxiety in her eyes. Democritus, at his master’s heels, was regarding the proceedings51 unperturbed.
Peter flung one hoop; it fell on the table and rested in its usual melancholy52 fashion against a china figure. The Ugly Little Girl heaved a sigh of relief; she felt that her confidence had been misplaced.
Peter threw again. The hoop fell fairly over the gilt clock.
“Good!” said the owner of the stall, with an attempt at cheerfulness. And he picked up the hoop, handing Peter the clock.
Amazed, wrathful, fighting with her tears, the Ugly Little Girl watched Peter. He threw a third time. The ruby vase with the white snake climbing up it was neatly53 encircled. The man handed it to Peter in a melancholy fashion.
“More ’oops?” he asked dejectedly.
“Not at the moment,” returned Peter jauntily54, and he moved away. The Ugly Little Girl was no longer at his elbow.
Peter worked his way through the group of envious55 admirers round the stall, and at a little distance he saw her. He walked in her direction, Democritus at his heels.
“Permit me,” quoth Peter as he approached.
“Now, by all the gods,” exclaimed Peter, amazed, “what’s the matter with the child?”
“Might ’ave known you’d ’ave got them. Might ’ave known the luck was all agin me.”
“Ye gods and little fishes!” cried Peter, raising his eyes to the sky. “And how was I to know [Pg 254]you wanted the honour of throwing the blessed little wooden hoops yourself? I fancied it was the mere possession of the gorgeous articles that you coveted.”
“I acquired these treasures,” returned Peter, “with the sole intention of presenting them to you. If, however, I have been mistaken——”
“For me!” It had never dawned upon her that any one would willingly part with such treasures, once acquired.
“Of course,” said Peter patiently, “for you. May I ask what else you imagined I was going to do with them?” He held the gilt clock and the ruby vase towards her.
Her ugly face was all a-quiver with rapture59. “Oh!” she breathed, and she looked at Peter with adoring eyes.
“Here, take them!” laughed Peter.
She took them tenderly, still half-unbelieving in her good fortune.
“I never thought,” she whispered, “that no one would ’ave thrown ’oops for me. Oh, I say!”
Peter looked at her, and then some spirit took [Pg 255]possession of him. Perhaps it was one of enterprise, perhaps it was one of mischief60, perhaps it was one of kindliness61, or perhaps—and this is more probable—it was a mixture of all three.
“Shall we do the fair together?” he asked.
It was her turn now to look at him. Incredulity, joy, and something akin62 to tears struggled for the mastery. The last are apt to come to the surface at a kindness to one not used to it.
“I—I—d’you mean it?” she asked, ecstatic.
“With all the faith in the world,” replied Peter. “Come along.”
They were an odd trio—the tall, lean man in his shabby coat and trousers and the fantastic peacock feather in his hat, the small ugly girl in her tawdry finery, the mongrel puppy which trotted63 solemnly at Peter’s heels.
To the Ugly Little Girl it was a never-to-be-forgotten afternoon. She had a man all of her own, and one, too, who flung shillings abroad with never so much as a hint at his reckless expenditure64. Never again was she to care for the pitying looks cast upon her lonely self by the other girls who walked abroad with their swains. Never again was she lonely. Her life was to hold a dream-knight, a man with sad eyes and a whimsical smile, who had fêted her throughout one glorious September day. And her dream was infinitely65 more beautiful than any other girl’s reality, for in it her man was ever courtly, ever considerate, laughing, gay, with odd little speeches that somehow tugged66 at her heart-strings and brought the happy tears to her eyes. There was never a blow, never a harsh word, such as fell too often to the lot of the others. Thrice happy Ugly Little Girl, with her one day of innocent joy and her dream throughout her life!
As for Peter, having undertaken the rôle of swain, you may be sure he played his part royally. He whirled on wooden horses till his brain was dizzy, while Democritus, from the safety of the solid earth, watched his antics in dumb amazement67, marvelling68 at his undignified proceedings. He bought and ate waffles made by a stout70 woman with a motherly face, who blessed the two in a way that caused the Ugly Little Girl to blush scarlet71 and convulsed Peter with inward laughter; he bought sticks of sugar-candy and huge peppermints72 called “humbugs”; and finally he watched a hunchbacked harlequin, in green and gold spangles, turn somersaults and jest for the motley herd73 around him.
The Ugly Little Girl gazed in awestruck wonder, laughing every now and then in a spasm74 of merriment. Suddenly she looked up and saw Peter’s face.
“Don’t it make you laugh?” she queried. “Ain’t it funny?”
“For the crowd, perhaps,” answered Peter. “But for the harlequin—” He shrugged75 his shoulders, and the Ugly Little Girl somehow understood and ceased to smile.
Later they saw him outside a tent; he was jesting no longer. Morose76, silent, he was gazing on the ground. Peter said a word or two, insignificant77 but friendly.
“Ah!” said the fellow, looking up; “you can see the man beneath the fool.”
“Many of us wear the cap and bells,” said Peter. “It’s better to raise a laugh than be an object of pity to a non-understanding multitude.”
“You, too!” said the man. “Another in the world with a laugh on his lips and an ache at his heart!”
“You’re right there,” was the answer. “And a laughing fool is better than a moping wise man.”
“Well said!” quoth Peter. And then there was a call from within the tent, and the harlequin vanished with a nod.
“I understand,” said the Ugly Little Girl slowly. “It ain’t nice to be laughed at because you ’ave an ugly body, but it’s better to let folk laugh at you and laugh with them than go around with a long face. It’s comfortin’ to think that God don’t take no account of your body. They say as ’ow ’E made it, but I’m thinking as it’s your father and mother ’as a good ’and in it, and it ain’t fair to lay all the blame on God.”
“Oh no,” said Peter airily but vaguely79, and completely at a loss for a suitable reply. And then he bethought him of the coco-nut shies, and led the way in that direction.
“Ain’t you givin’ me a time!” said the Ugly Little Girl gleefully.
Much later, in the gathering80 dusk, there was dancing; and, as is the way with fairs, a certain roughness and rowdyism began to prevail. Peter had his own ideas as to the propriety81 of certain places for women, of whatever class.
“It is time you left,” he remarked coolly.
She glanced up, surprised.
“It is,” said Peter authoritatively82, “too rough here now for a woman.”
She blushed with pleasure. The other swains would keep their girls there till Heaven knows what o’clock.
“Where do you live?” demanded Peter.
“In Watermill Street,” she replied, meek83, delighted. And then, with a sudden burst of honesty, “I’m—I’m only a maid-of-all-work.”
“Jack-of-all-trades,” smiled Peter. “I’ll give myself the pleasure of escorting you to your door.”
They walked through the deserted84 streets. Every man abroad was at the fair. Democritus followed. It had been a day of perplexity to him.
The Ugly Little Girl was fumbling85 with one hand at her neck; in the other arm she held the precious clock and vase.
“What,” asked Peter politely, “is the trouble? Can I assist you?”
“’Ere, ’old them a minute, will you?” She thrust the clock and vase towards him. Peter took them. She fumbled86 now with both hands, and in a moment brought them away, holding in them a small medal, one of the Immaculate Conception. It was attached to a thick boot-lace.
Peter gazed at her.
“I ’aven’t nothin’ else worth ’avin’,” she said hurriedly. “Father Mordaunt ’e blessed it for me. I’d—I’d like you to take it.”
“Oh, but—” he said, and he hesitated. It was obviously a great possession.
“Father Mordaunt ’e’d never mind,” she said earnestly; “and—and Our Lady’ll understand, seein’ as ’ow it’s the only thing I’ve got to give you, and you’ve made me so ’appy.” She still tendered it, wistful, anxious.
Peter took it, and dropped it, boot-lace and all, into his pocket.
“Thank you,” he said quietly, with no trace of whimsical nonsense now in his tone.
Then she took the clock and vase again from him, and they turned into Watermill Street. At a door she paused.
“I ain’t goin’ to try and say thank you,” she whispered, “because I can’t. I know you’re a real gentleman—not only by your speech, but by the way you’ve treated me so considerate and good. I’ll pray to Our Lady for you as long as ever I live, and ask ’Er to give you whatever you wants most. And I’ll begin this very night.”
“Oh,” smiled Peter, “you queer, dear little girl!” But though he smiled his eyes were a trifle misty88. It had been, after all, a mere freak of fancy on his part to play the squire89 of dames90 to a small maid-of-all-work that afternoon. He felt himself to be a bit of a fraud, undeserving of this wealth of gratitude91. He crushed the small work-worn fingers hard in his.
And so the two parted. It had been a trifling92 incident; but, after all, it is rather pleasant to think of, as somehow characteristic of Peter.
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