"Well, we can have a home of our own when father comes?"
"Oh, yes; when he comes."
"Well, then I shall not mind;" decisively.
Still she peered about among the old things. There were some iron fire-dogs, a much-tarnished frame, with a cracked gla.s.s that cut her face in a grotesque fashion, old dishes and kitchen furniture past using, or that had been supplanted by a newer and better kind.
"Oh, dear! this is an undertaking!" declared Miss Winn, with a sigh. "I do not believe you will ever use half these things; there are stuffs enough to dress a queen."
It was beginning to grow dusky before she was through, though the sky was overcast, and there would be no fine sunset. Indeed, the wind blew up stormily. Cynthia had been viewing the place from the windows in the four gables, though she had to stand on a box. There were South River and the Neck and the shipping--the men, hurrying to and fro, looking so much smaller that it puzzled Cynthia. And there was North River winding about, and over beyond the great ocean she had crossed. There was old St. Peter"s Church, the new one was not built until long afterward, and smaller places of worship. There was the small beginning of things to be famous later on.
The wind began to whistle about and it grew cool, so they were glad to go down to the cheerful sitting-room, where a fire was blazing on the hearth.
"We shall have a storm to-night," said Miss Eunice, "our three days"
storm that usually makes its appearance about this time. Didn"t you "most perish upstairs? And what did you find to interest you?"
Cynthia had brought a stool and sat close to Miss Eunice, leaning one arm on her knee.
"Oh, so many queer things. You don"t mind if I call them queer, do you?"
"Oh, no; they _are_ queer. And when we are dead and gone some one will call ours queer, no doubt. But we haven"t many. When father died we were on a farm just out of Marblehead. Things were mostly sold at a vendue, for the two boys were going in the army. That was back in "78. Mother and we two girls went to her mother"s at Danvers. Elizabeth took up sewing, but there were hard times, for the war stretched out so long, and it did seem as if the Colonies would never gain their cause. But they did. Brother Linus was killed, and later on I had a dear friend lost at sea. Mother died, and we were sort of scattered about till we came here. Cousin Chilian was very good to us. So you see we haven"t much to leave, but then we haven"t any descendant;" and she gave a soft little laugh. "Elizabeth has mother"s gold comb, set with amethysts, and a brooch, and I have the string of gold beads and some rings. A cousin in London sent them to grandmother."
"Eunice, you might set the table," said Elizabeth, rather sharply. "I"m making some fritters. They will taste good this cold night."
"Couldn"t I help?" asked Rachel.
"Oh, you must be tired enough without doing any more. It"s a good thing you have all your belongings housed. The garret doesn"t leak."
"Yes, I am thankful. I really did not think there was so much."
There was a savory fragrance in the sitting-room. Chilian came in, looking weary with his long ride.
"It is almost wintry cold," he said, holding his hands to the fire.
"Have you had a nice day, little girl?"
"Yes;" glancing up with a smile.
They did justice to Bessy"s nice supper. Chilian had seen Cousin Giles, who sent remembrances to them all, and was coming up some day to see Letty Orne"s little girl. Chilian found there was a good deal of business to do. For a while his days of leisure and ease would be over.
Then he brought out a Boston paper and read them some of the news. Miss Eunice went on with her fringe. Elizabeth was knitting a sock for Chilian out of fine linen yarn, spun by herself, and she put pretty open-work st.i.tches all up the instep. For imported articles were still dear, and there was a pride in the women to do all for themselves that they could. Cynthia leaned her head on Rachel"s lap and went asleep.
"Do hear that rain! The storm has begun in good earnest."
It was rushing like a tramp of soldiers, flinging great sheets against the closed shutters, and the wind roared in the chimney like some prisoned spirit.
"Wake up, Cynthia, and say good-night."
Elizabeth watched the child. Her theory was that children should be put to bed early and not allowed to lie around on any one"s lap. There was always a tussle of wills when you roused them. She drew herself up with a kind of severe mental bracing and awaited the result, glad Chilian was there.
Rachel toyed with the hair, patted the soft flushed cheek, and took the hands in hers.
"Cynthia," she said gently, "Cynthia, dear, wake up."
The child roused, opened her eyes. "I"m so tired," she murmured. "Will we never be done crossing the wide, wide ocean? And where is Salem?"
"We are there, dear, safe and housed from the storm. You have been asleep on my knee. Come to bed now. Say good-night."
She stood the little girl up on her feet and put one arm around her.
It was against Elizabeth Leverett"s theories that any child should go off peaceably, with no snarling protest. Chilian raised his book a little, hoping in the depths of his soul there would be no scene.
"Say good-night."
No child of Puritan training, with the fear of the rod before her eyes, could have done better. She said good-night in a very sleepy tone, and slipped her arm about Rachel"s waist as they left the room together.
No one made any comment at first. Then Eunice said, in what she made a casual tone:
"She seems a very tractable child."
"You can"t tell by one instance. Children of that age are always self-willed. And allowing a child to lie around one"s lap, when she should have said her prayers and gone to bed at the proper hour, is a most reprehensible habit. And I don"t suppose she ever says a prayer."
Eunice thought of the daily prayers for her father"s safe journey. Would that be set down as a sort of idolatry?
Chilian picked up his papers; he had grown fastidious, and rarely left his belongings about to annoy Elizabeth. Eunice rolled up her work and dropped it in the bag that hung on the post of her chair, straightened up a few things, stood the logs in the corner and put up the wire fender, so there should be no danger of fire; while Elizabeth set all things straight in the kitchen.
Cynthia meanwhile was undressed and mounted the steps to the high bed.
Then she flung her arms about Rachel"s neck.
"Oh, come and sleep in my bed to-night!" she cried pleadingly. "It"s so big and lonesome, that I am afraid. I wish it was like your little bed.
They were so cunning on the ship. I don"t like this one, where you have to go upstairs to get in it. Oh, do come!"
And Elizabeth Leverett would have been shocked if she could have seen the child cuddled up in her attendant"s arms. Theoretically, she believed Holy Writ--"He hath made of one blood all nations." Practically she made many exceptions.
CHAPTER V
MAKING FRIENDS WITH THE LITTLE GIRL
The northeast storm was terrific. The wind lashed the ocean until it writhed and groaned and sent great billows up on the land. The trees bent to the fierce blasts; many storms had toughened them and perhaps taught them the wisdom of yielding, since it must be break or bend.
Silas sat in the barn mending tools and harness and clearing up generally; Elizabeth spent most of the first day clearing up the garret again, and looking with a grudging eye on the new accession of boxes, and sniffing up the queer smell disdainfully.
"One can"t have the windows open," she ruminated, "and the smell must go through the house. I don"t believe it will ever get out."
More than one family in Salem had stores from the Orient. Many of them liked the fragrance of sandalwood and strange perfumes. "G.o.d"s fresh air was good enough for her," said Elizabeth.