"Get aff that table!" cried Jess. "See haud o" the besom," she said to Leeby.
"For mercy"s sake, mother," said Leeby, "gie yer face a dicht, an" put on a clean mutch."
"I"ll open the door if they come afore you"re ready," said Hendry, as Leeby pushed him against the dresser.
"Ye daur to speak aboot openin"the door, an" you sic a mess!" cried Jess, with pins in her mouth.
"Havers!" retorted Hendry. "A man canna be aye washin" at "imsel."
Seeing that Hendry was as much in the way as myself, I invited him upstairs to the attic, whence we heard Jess and Leeby upbraiding each other shrilly. I was aware that the room was speckless; but for all that, Leeby was turning it upside down.
"She"s aye ta"en like that," Hendry said to me, referring to his wife, "when she"s expectin" company. Ay, it"s a peety she canna tak things cannier."
"Tibbie Mealmaker must be some one of importance?" I asked.
"Ou, she"s naething by the ord"nar"; but ye see she was mairit to a Tilliedrum man no lang syne, an" they"re said to hae a michty grand establishment. Ay, they"ve a wardrobe spleet new; an" what think ye Tibbie wears ilka day?"
I shook my head.
"It was Chirsty Miller "at put it through the toon," Henry continued.
"Chirsty was in Tilliedrum last Teisday or Wednesday, an" Tibbie gae her a cup o" tea. Ay, weel, Tibbie telt Chirsty "at she wears hose ilka day."
"Wears hose?"
"Ay. It"s some michty grand kind o" stockin". I never heard o"t in this toon. Na, there"s naebody in Thrums "at wears hose."
"And who did Tibbie get?" I asked; for in Thrums they say, "Wha did she get?" and "Wha did he tak?"
"His name"s Davit Curly. Ou, a crittur fu" o" maggots, an" nae great match, for he"s juist the Tilliedrum bill-sticker."
At this moment Jess shouted from her chair (she was burnishing the society teapot as she spoke), "Mind, Hendry McQumpha, "at upon nae condition are you to mention the bill-stickin" afore Tibbie!"
"Tibbie," Hendry explained to me, "is a terrible vain tid, an" doesna think the bill-stickin" genteel. Ay, they say "at if she meets Davit in the street wi" his paste-pot an" the brush in his hands she pretends no to ken "im."
Every time Jess paused to think she cried up orders, such as--
"Dinna call her Tibbie, mind ye. Always address her as Mistress Curly."
"Shak" hands wi" baith o" them, an" say ye hope they"re in the enjoyment o" guid health."
"Dinna put yer feet on the table."
"Mind, you"re no" to mention "at ye kent they were in the toon."
"When onybody pa.s.ses ye yer tea say, "Thank ye.""
"Dinna stir yer tea as if ye was churnin" b.u.t.ter, nor let on "at the scones is no our am bakin"."
"If Tibbie says onything aboot the china yer no" to say "at we dinna use it ilka day."
"Dinna lean back in the big chair, for it"s broken, an" Leeby"s gi"en it a lick o" glue this meenute."
"When Leeby gies ye a kick aneath the table that"ll be a sign to ye to say grace."
Hendry looked at me apologetically while these instructions came up.
"I winna dive my head wi" sic nonsense," he said; "it"s no" for a man body to be sae crammed fu" o" manners."
"Come awa doon," Jess shouted to him, "an" put on a clean d.i.c.key."
"I"ll better do"t to please her," said Hendry, "though for my ain part I dinna like the feel o" a d.i.c.key on week-days. Na, they mak"s think it"s the Sabbath."
Ten minutes afterwards I went downstairs to see how the preparations were progressing. Fresh muslin curtains had been put up in the room.
The grand footstool, worked by Leeby, was so placed that Tibbie could not help seeing it; and a fine cambric handkerchief, of which Jess was very proud, was hanging out of a drawer as if by accident. An antimaca.s.sar lying carelessly on the seat of a chair concealed a rent in the horse-hair, and the china ornaments on the mantelpiece were so placed that they looked whole. Leeby"s black merino was hanging near the window in a good light, and Jess"s Sabbath bonnet, which was never worn, occupied a nail beside it. The tea-things stood on a tray in the kitchen bed, whence they could be quickly brought into the room, just as if they were always ready to be used daily. Leeby, as yet in deshabille, was shaving her father at a tremendous rate, and Jess, looking as fresh as a daisy, was ready to receive the visitors. She was peering through the tiny window-blind looking for them.
"Be cautious, Leeby," Hendry was saying, when Jess shook her hand at him. "Wheesht," she whispered; "they"re comin"."
Hendry was hustled into his Sabbath coat, and then came a tap at the door, a very genteel tap. Jess nodded to Leeby, who softly shoved Hendry into the room.
The tap was repeated, but Leeby pushed her father into a chair and thrust Barrow"s Sermons open into his hand. Then she stole but the house, and swiftly b.u.t.toned her wrapper, speaking to Jess by nods the while. There was a third knock, whereupon Jess said, in a loud, Englishy voice--
"Was that not a chap (knock) at the door?"
Hendry was about to reply, but she shook her fist at him. Next moment Leeby opened the door. I was upstairs, but I heard Jess say--
"Dear me, if it"s not Mrs. Curly--and Mr. Curly! And hoo are ye? Come in, by. Weel, this is, indeed, a pleasant surprise!"
CHAPTER IV
WAITING FOR THE DOCTOR
Jess had gone early to rest, and the door of her bed in the kitchen was pulled to. From her window I saw Hendry buying dulse.
Now and again the dulseman wheeled his slimy boxes to the top of the brae, and sat there stolidly on the shafts of his barrow. Many pa.s.sed him by, but occasionally some one came to rest by his side. Unless the customer was loquacious, there was no bandying of words, and Hendry merely unb.u.t.toned his east-trouser pocket, giving his body the angle at which the pocket could be most easily filled by the dulseman. He then deposited his half-penny, and moved on. Neither had spoken; yet in the country they would have roared their predictions about to-morrow to a ploughman half a field away.
Dulse is roasted by twisting it round the tongs fired to a red-heat, and the house was soon heavy with the smell of burning sea-weed. Leeby was at the dresser munching it from a broth-plate, while Hendry, on his knees at the fireplace, gingerly tore off the blades of dulse that were sticking to the tongs, and licked his singed fingers.
"Whaur"s yer mother?" he asked Leeby.
"Ou," said Leeby, "whaur would she be but in her bed?"
Hendry took the tongs to the door, and would have cleaned them himself, had not Leeby (who often talked his interfering ways over with her mother) torn them from his hands.
"Leeby!" cried Jess at that moment.
"Ay," answered Leeby, leisurely, not noticing, as I happened to do, that Jess spoke in an agitated voice.