"Papa," said Esther a little timidly, "hadn"t you better do it? There"s nothing but confusion here; it will be a long time before we can get you even a cup of tea."
"It"s all ready," their visitor went on,--"ready and spilin"; an" I got it for you o" purpose. Now don"t stan" thinkin" about it, but jes" come right over; I"ll be as glad to hev you as if you was new apples."
"How far is it, ma"am?" Esther asked.
"Jes" two steps--down the other side o" the field; it"s the very next house to your"n. Oh, I"ve lived there a matter o" ten year; and I was main glad to hear there was somebody comin" in here agin; it"s so sort o" lonesome to see the winders allays shut up; and your light looks real cheery, if it is only a lantern light. I knowed when you was a comin", and says I, they"ll be real tired out when they gits there, says I; and I"ll hev a hot supper ready for "em, it"s all I kin du; but I"m sure, if you"ll sleep, you"re welcome."
"If you please, sir," put in Mrs. Barker, "it would be the most advisedest thing you could do; for there ain"t no prospect here, and if you and Miss Esther was away for a bit, mebbe me and Christopher would come to see daylight after a while; which it is what I don"t do at present."
The good woman"s voice sounded so thoroughly perturbed, and expressed such an undoubted earnest desire, that the colonel, contrary to all his traditions, gave in. He and Esther followed their new friend, ""cross the field," as she said, but they hardly knew where, till the light and warmth of her hospitable house received them.
How strange it was! The short walk in the starlight; then the homely hospitable room, with its spread table--the pumpkin pie, and the sausage, and the pickles, and the cheese, and the cake! The very coa.r.s.e tablecloth; the little two-p.r.o.nged forks, and knives which might have been cut out of sheet iron, and singular ware which did service for china. The extreme homeliness of it all would almost have hindered Esther from eating, though she was very hungry. But there was good bread and b.u.t.ter; and coffee that was hot, and not bad otherwise, although a.s.suredly it never saw the land of Arabia; certainly it seemed very good to Esther that night, even taken from a pewter spoon. And the tablecloth was clean, and everything upon it. So, with doubtful hesitation at first, Esther found the supper good, and learned her first lesson in the broadness of humanity and the wide variety in the ways of human life.
Their hostess, seen by the light of her dip candles, was in perfect harmony with her entertainment. A round little woman, very neat, and terribly plain, with a full oval face, which had no other characteristic of beauty; insignificant features, and a pale skin, covered with freckles. Out of this face, however, looked a pair of small, shrewd, and kind grey eyes; their owner could be no fool.
Esther was surprised to see that her father, who was, to be sure, an old campaigner, made a very fair supper.
"In the darkness I could hardly see where we went," he remarked. "But I suppose your husband is the owner of the neat gardens I observed formerly near our house?"
"Wall, he would be if he was alive," was the answer, "but that"s what he hain"t ben this five year."
"Then, do _you_ manage them?"
"Wall, cunnel, I manage "em better"n he did. Mr. Blumenfeld was an easy kind o" man; easy to live with, tu; but when you hev other folks to see to, it don"t du no ways to let "em hev their own head too much. An"
that"s what he did. He was a fust-rate gardener and no mistake; he knowed his business; but the thing he _didn"t_ know was folks. So they cheated him. La, folks ain"t like flowers, not "zactly; or if they be, as he used to say, there"s thorns among "em now and then and a weed or two!"
"Blumenfeld?" repeated the colonel. "You are not German, surely?"
"Wall, I guess I ain"t," said the little woman, "Not if I know myself.
I ain"t sayin" nothin" agin what _he_ was; but la, there"s different naturs in the world, and I"m different. Folks doos say, his folks is great for gittin" along; but _he_ warn"t; that"s all I hev to say. He learned me the garden work, though; that much he did."
"And now you manage the business?"
"I do so. Won"t you hev another cup, cunnel?"
They went back to their disordered house, resisting all further offers of hospitality. And in time, beds were got out and prepared; how, Esther could hardly remember afterwards, the confusion was so great; but it was done, and she lost every other feeling in the joy of repose.
CHAPTER XIX.
_HAPPY PEOPLE_.
At Esther"s age nature does her work of recuperation well and fast. It was early yet, and the dawn just breaking into day, when she woke; and, calling to mind her purposes formed last night, she immediately got up.
The business of the toilet performed as speedily as possible, she stole down-stairs and roused Mrs. Barker; and while waiting for her to be ready, went to the back door and opened it. A fresh cool air blew in her face; clouds were chasing over the sky before a brisk wind, and below her rolled the broad Hudson, its surface all in commotion; while the early light lay bright on the pretty Jersey sh.o.r.e. Esther stood in a spell of pleasure. This was a change indeed from her Seaforth view, where the eye could go little further than the garden and the road.
Here was a new scene opening, and a new chapter in life beginning; Esther"s heart swelled. There was a glad mental impulse towards growth and developement, which readily connected itself with this outward change, and with this outward stir also. The movement of wind and water met a movement of the animal spirits, which consorted well with it; the cool air breathed vigour into her resolves; she turned to Mrs. Barker with a very bright face.
"Oh, Barker, how lovely it is!"
"If you please, which is it, Miss Esther?"
"Look at that beautiful river. And the light. And the air, Barker. It is delicious!"
"I can"t see it, mum. All I can see is that there ain"t an indiwiddle cheer standin" on its own legs in all the house; and whatever"ll the colonel do when he comes down? and what to begin at first, I"m sure I don"t know."
"We"ll arrange all that. Where is Christopher? We want him to open the boxes. We"ll get one room in some sort of order first, and then papa can stay in it. Where is Christopher?"
They had to wait a few minutes for Christopher, and meanwhile Esther took a rapid review of the rooms; decided which should be the dining-room, and which the one where her father should have his sofa and all his belongings. Then she surveyed the packing-cases, to be certain which was which, and what ought to be opened first; examining her ground with the eye of a young general. Then, when the lagging Mr.
Bounder made his appearance, there was a systematic course of action entered upon, in which packing-cases were knocked apart and cleared away; chairs, and a table or two, were released from durance and set on their legs; a rug was found and spread down before the fireplace; the colonel"s sofa was got at, and unboxed, and brought into position; and finally a fire was made. Esther stood still to take a moment"s complacent review of her morning"s work.
"It looks quite comfortable," she said, "now the fire is burning up. We have done pretty well, Barker, for a beginning?"
"Never see a better two hours" job," said Christopher. ""Tain"t much more. That"s Miss Esther. Sarah there, she wouldn"t ha" knowed which was her head and which was her heels, and other things according, if she hadn"t another head to help her. What o"clock is it now, Miss Esther?"
"It is some time after eight. Papa may be down any minute. Now, Barker, the next thing is breakfast."
"Breakfast, Miss Esther?" said the housekeeper, standing still to look at her.
"Yes. Aren"t you hungry? I think we must all want it."
"And how are we goin" to get it? The kitchen"s all cluttered full o"
boxes and baggage and that; and I don" know where an indiwiddle thing is, this minute."
"I saw the tea-kettle down-stairs."
"Yes "m, but that"s the sole solitary article. I don" know where there"s a pan, nor a gridiron; and there"s no fire, Miss Esther; and it"ll take patience to get that grate agoin"."
The housekeeper, usually so efficient, now looked helpless. It was true, the system by means of which so much had been done that morning, had proceeded from Esther"s head solely. She was not daunted now.
"I know the barrel in which the cooking things were packed stands there; in the hall, I think. Christopher, will you unpack it? But first, fill the kettle and bring it here."
"_Here_, Miss Esther?" cried the housekeeper.
"Yes; it will soon boil here. And, Barker, the hampers with the china are in the other room; if you will unpack them, I think you can find the tea-pot and some cups."
"They"ll all want washin", Miss Esther."
"Very well; we shall have warm water here by that time. And then I can give papa his tea and toast, and boil some eggs, and that will do very well; everything else we want is in the basket, and plenty, as we did not eat it last night."
It was all done,--it took time, to be sure, but it was done; and when Colonel Gainsborough came down, hesitating and somewhat forlorn, he found a fire burning in the grate, Mrs. Barker watching over a skillet in one corner, and Esther over a tea-kettle in the other. The room was filled with the morning light, which certainly showed the bare floor and the packing-boxes standing around; but also shone upon an unpacked table, cups, plates, bread and b.u.t.ter. Esther had thought it was very comfortable. Her father seemed not to take that view.
"What are you doing there?" he said. "Is this to be the kitchen?"
"Only for this morning, papa," said Esther cheerfully. "This is just the kettle for your tea, and Barker is boiling an egg for you; at least she will as soon as the water boils."
"All this should have been done elsewhere, my dear."