"I am not going to keep the horse. Here I shall not need him."
"The drives you took was very good for you, mum."
"I will take walks instead. Don"t you be troubled. Dear Barker, do you not think our dear Lord knows what is good for us? and do you not think what He chooses is the best? I do."
Esther"s face was very unshadowed, but the housekeeper"s, on the contrary, seemed to darken more and more. She stood in the middle of the floor, in one of the small rooms, and surveyed the prospect, alternately within and without the windows.
"Miss Esther, dear," she began again, as if irrepressibly, "you"re young, and you don"t know how queer the world is. There"s many folks that won"t believe you are what you be, if they see you are livin" in a place like this."
Did not Esther know that? and was it not one of the whispers in her mind which she found it hardest to combat? She had begun already to touch the world on that side on which Barker declared it was "queer."
She went, it is true, hardly at all into society; scarce ever left the narrow track of her school routine; yet even there once or twice a chance encounter had obliged her to recognise the fact that in taking the post of a teacher she had stepped off the level of her former a.s.sociates. It had hurt her a little and disappointed her. n.o.body, indeed, had tried to be patronizing; that was nearly impossible towards anybody whose head was set on her shoulders in the manner of Miss Gainsborough"s; but she felt the slighting regard in which low-bred people held her on account of her work and position. And so large a portion of the world is deficient in breeding, that to a young person at least the desire of self-a.s.sertion comes as a very natural and tolerably strong temptation. Esther had felt it, and trodden it under foot, and yet Mrs. Barker"s words made her wince. How could anybody reasonably suppose that a gentleman would choose such a house and such a street to live in?
"Never mind, Barker," she said cheerfully, after a pause. "What we have to do is the right thing; and then let all the rest go."
"Has the colonel seen it, Miss Esther?"
"No, and I do not mean he shall, till we have got it so nice for him that he will feel comfortable."
The work of moving and getting settled began without delay. Mrs. Barker spent all the afternoons at the new house; and thither came Esther also every day as soon as school was out at three o"clock. The girl worked very hard in these times; for after her long morning in school she gave the rest of the daylight hours to arranging and establishing furniture, hanging draperies, putting up hooks, and the like; and after that she went home to make her father"s tea, and give him as much cheery talk as she could command. In the business of moving, however, she found unexpected a.s.sistance.
When Christopher told his wife of the decision about the house, the answering remark, made approvingly, was, "That"s a s.p.u.n.ky little girl!"
"What do you mean?" said Christopher, not approving such an irreverent expression.
"She"s got stuff in her. I like that sort."
"But that house ain"t really a place for her, you know."
"That"s what I"m lookin" at," returned Mrs. Bounder, with a broad smile at him. "She ain"t scared by no nonsense from duin" what she"s got to du. Don"t you be scared neither; houses don"t make the folks that live in "em. But what I"m thinkin" of is, they"ll want lots o" help to git along with their movin". Christopher, do you know there"s a big box waggin in the barn?"
"I know it."
"Wall, that"ll carry their things fust-rate, ef you kin tackle up your fine-steppin" French emperor there with our Dolly. Will he draw in double harness?"
"Will he! Well, I"ll try to persuade him."
"An" you needn"t to let on anything about it. They ain"t obleeged to know where the waggin comes from."
"You"re as clever a woman as any I know!" said Mr. Bounder, with a smile of complacency. "Sally up there can"t beat you; and _she"s_ a smart woman, too."
A few minutes were given to the business of the supper table, and then Mrs. Bounder asked,--
"What are they goin" to du with the French emperor?"
"Buonaparte?" (Christopher called it "Buonaparty.") "Well, they"ll have to get rid of him somehow. I suppose that job"ll come on me."
"I was thinkin". Our Dolly"s gittin" old"--
"Buonaparty was old some time ago," returned Christopher, with a sly twinkle of his eyes as he looked at his wife.
"There"s work in him yet, ain"t there?"
"Lots!"
"Then two old ones would be as good as one young one, and better, for they"d draw the double waggin. What"ll they ask for him?"
"It"ll be what I can get, I"m thinking."
"What did you pay for him?"
Christopher named the sum the colonel had given. It was not a high figure; however, he knew, and she knew, that a common draught horse for their garden work could be had for something less. Mrs. Bounder meditated a little, and finally concluded,--
"It won"t break us."
"Save me lots o" trouble," said Christopher; "if you don"t mind paying so much."
"If _you_ don"t mind, Christopher," his wife returned, with a grin.
"I"ve got the money here in the house; you might hand it over to Miss Esther to-morrow; I"ll bet you she"ll know what to du with it."
Christopher nodded. "She"ll be uncommon glad of it, to be sure! There ain"t much cash come into her hands for a good bit. And I see sometimes she"s been real worrited."
So Esther"s path was smoothed in more ways than one, and even in more ways than I have indicated. For Mrs. Bounder went over and insinuated herself (with some difficulty) so far into Mrs. Barker"s good graces that she was allowed to give her help in the multifarious business and cares of the moving. She was capital help. Mrs. Barker soon found that any packing intrusted to her was sure to be safely done; and the little woman"s wits were of the first order, always at hand, cool, keen, and comprehensive. She followed, or rather went with the waggon to the house in Major Street; helped unpack, helped put down carpets, helped clear away litter and arrange things in order; and further still, she constantly brought something with her for the bodily refreshment and comfort of Esther and the housekeeper. Her delicious rye bread came, loaf after loaf, sweet b.u.t.ter, eggs, and at last some golden honey.
There was no hindering her; and her presence and ministry grew to be a great a.s.sistance and pleasure also to Esther. Esther tried to tell her something of this. "You cannot think how your kindness has helped me,"
she said, with a look which told more than her words.
"Don"t!" said Mrs. Bounder, when this had happened a second time. "I was readin" in the Bible the other day--you set me readin" the Bible, Miss Esther--where it says somethin" about a good woman "ministerin" to the saints." I ain"t no saint myself, and I guess it"ll never be said of me; but I suppose the next thing to _bein"_ a saint is ministerin"
to the saints, and I"d like to du that anyhow, ef I only knowed how."
"You have been kind ever since I knew you," said Esther. "I am glad to know our Christopher has got such a good wife."
Mrs. Bounder laughed a little slyly, as she retorted, "Ain"t there nothin" to be glad of on my side tu?"
"Indeed, yes!" answered Esther. "Christopher is as true and faithful as it is possible to be; and as to business-- But you do not need that I should tell you what Christopher is," she broke off, laughing.
There was a pleasant look in the little woman"s eyes as she stood up for a moment and faced Esther.
"I guess I took him most of all because he be longed to you!" she said.
CHAPTER x.x.xII.
_MOVING_.
Esther made to herself a pleasure of getting the little dwelling in order. With two such helpers as she had, the work went on bravely, and Christopher got in coal and chopped wood enough to last all winter. The ready money from the sale of Buonaparte had given her the means for that and for some other things. She was intent upon making the new home look so homelike that her father should be in some measure consoled for the shock which she knew its exterior would give him. The colonel liked no fire so well as one of his native "sea-coal." The house had open fireplaces only. So Esther had some neat grates put in the two lower rooms and in her father"s sleeping chamber. They had plenty of carpets, and the two little parlours were soon looking quite habitable.
"We will keep the back one for a dining-room," she said to Mrs. Barker; "that will be convenient for you, being nearest the kitchen stairs, and this will be for papa"s study. But it has a bare look yet. I must make some curtains and put up, to hide the view of that dreadful street."