As for Bannon, he stroked and praised them in an ecstasy of self-vindication, and was refusing the van man"s offer to buy them at "a hundred dollars apiece more than they cost."
Those horses pulled our three vans up our hill, if you will believe it, and seemed rather to enjoy the grind they had on the other horses, so that, in a fever of appreciation, I had to go and feed apples and sugar to all ten of them, and to remind the blacks that the New York horses had been pulling those vans since midnight, all of which I begged them to take into consideration, while not in the least depreciating their own glorious achievement.
The initiated need not be told how, when hardwood floors are being laid, furniture is moved from room to room to accommodate the carpenters, and the uninitiated will not be interested at the recital.
It must be experienced to be appreciated.
We lived through it. We learned not to object when the ice-box was set up in the hall so near the grate that the drip-pan had to be emptied every hour, and the iceman had to come twice a day. We learned to step over rolls of rugs and to bark our shins on rocking-chairs and to trip over hidden objects with only a pleasant smile.
We screened one porch entirely, and furnished it as a study for Aubrey.
We had now papered and painted the house from top to bottom. We had put in gas, telephone, and electric light, and when we could no longer think of any further way to spend money, we turned our attention to the garden.
I longed for old Amos, my uncle"s gardener and coachman in Louisville.
His experience would be invaluable, and as the estate had been divided and no one had any use for the old grizzled negro, they let me have him. I adored Amos. It was he who had attended to all my childish pleasures on the plantation when I went there to visit, and, in turn, he thought "Miss Faith honey" could do no wrong. It is a comfort to have some one in one"s childish memory who thinks one can do no wrong, even if it is only a servant.
So old Amos came and made flower-beds, and persuaded us to buy a pair of horses in addition to the one we had hitherto modestly used, and thus, with the aid of friends" and judicious servants" advice, we were by way of being landed proprietors, and came to look upon Peach Orchard as an estate.
Then the grocer"s boy gave me the promised kitten, a common tiger kitten, which we named Mitnick, and soon afterward we acquired not only one cow, but several, our especial pride being an imported Guernsey, which figures quite prominently in my narrative further on. And as Aubrey"s unwonted prosperity continued, we endeavoured not to let our riches increase too fast, by spending every cent upon which we could lay our hands on the place. But who, who owns a country place, can help it? Or who would help it if he could?
We raised our own flowers and vegetables regardless of expense. We could have ordered American Beauties from New York every day for what our hollyhocks and clove pinks and common annuals cost us. We planted five bushels of potatoes and dug three and a half, which made them come to a dollar a bushel more than if we had bought them at the grocer"s.
And as to our milk and cream--I once heard the Angel say to Jimmie when they came out for a visit:
"Which will you have, old man? A gla.s.s of champagne or a gla.s.s of milk? They both cost the same!"
But what of it? Weren"t they _our_ cows which gave the milk? And weren"t they _our_ potatoes which rotted in the ground, and _our_ chickens which died before we could kill them? It was the pride of ownership which ate into our lives and made us quite sickening to our friends whose tastes ran to pink teas and hotel verandas, while we, poor fools, lived each day nearer to the soil, and loved more dearly the earth which nourished us.
CHAPTER IX
HOW BEE TRIED TO MAKE US SMART
Bee had spent nearly all the time since we were married in Europe, and had never, therefore, paid the Angel and me a visit. But this very afternoon she was to arrive.
The arrival of one"s sister need not necessarily mean anything as alarming as a smallpox scare, but if you knew the somewhat revolutionary methods, adopted with a ladylike quiet and a well-bred calm, which characterize Bee"s visits to her relatives, you would excuse our somewhat flurried preparations to entertain her. In addition to our natural desire to do our best for her, Bee had sent a letter clearly setting forth the style of entertainment she expected of us, and indicating that no paltry excuses would be taken for our not coming up to her wishes.
Aubrey was at first for open rebellion.
"If she will take us as she finds us, Bee will be welcome to come and stay as long as she likes," he said, while her letter was still fresh in our minds.
"She won"t," I said, with conviction. Bee is my sister, or to speak more accurately, I am Bee"s sister. "She will come prepared to make radical changes in our mode of living, in everything from our religion to the way we have hung the pictures."
Aubrey used one small unprintable word.
"Furthermore," I added, "she will be so smooth and plausible about it, that you will not object to carrying out her wishes."
The Angel gave me a look.
"If we carry out her wishes, do you think that will be the reason?" he asked, quietly.
"No," I cried, impulsively. "It will be because as a host or as anything else you are an Angel."
But he is also a diplomat, as his next remark will show.
"As we are incapable with such generic instructions," he said, tapping Bee"s letter with his pipe, "of knowing just how we must make ourselves over to suit her, and as Bee is never quite happy unless she is managing other people"s affairs, suppose we wait until she comes and gives us specific orders?"
This was what I considered the height, climax, and acme of hospitality.
"Only," he warned me as we drove to the station to meet her, "try to remain, within bounds. The only thing I ha--criticize about Bee is that she makes such a coward of you. Remember when she tries to browbeat you, that _I_ consider your taste and common sense better than hers, and that in any stand you take I am back of you, no matter what it is."
I pressed the Angel"s hand gratefully. Bee"s train was appallingly near, and my blissful married independence was rapidly degenerating into my former state of jelly-like sisterly dependence.
Bee is one of those persons who, consciously or unconsciously, make you feel the moment you meet her the difference between your clothes and hers. I had almost forgotten this, but the second she stepped from the train I was invisibly informed of the distance between us. I had put on my best, and Aubrey said I looked very well, but in Bee"s first sweeping glance at me I felt sure that my dress was wrong in the back.
The carriage drove up, and, as Bee stepped into it, I noticed, that the horses were too fat, and that, while old Uncle Amos might be a comfort, he certainly was not stylish. I never had thought of these things before.
In other words, Bee brought the city into too close juxtaposition for the country to enjoy without a Mark-Tapley effort to come out strong under trying circ.u.mstances.
Our place, Peach Orchard, was old, rambling, and picturesque. But it was also comfortable. Both the Angel and I hate the idea of pioneering or of doing without city comforts. So we had put bathrooms in here and electric lights there, and, by adding city improvements to a country estate, we had made of Peach Orchard a dear old place. It was a place, too, over which some people raved, so I was loth to view it through my critical sister"s eyes for fear of permanent disenchantment.
But at first Bee was very polite. She affected an interest in the cows and the number of hens sitting and how many more chickens we got than the people whose estate adjoins. She spoke of the b.u.t.ter, which so filled me with enthusiasm that I sent down to the dairy and had Mary bring up Katie"s last churning to show her. I was so interested in the colour of the golden rolls in their cheese-cloth coverings that I did not notice Bee"s expression until afterward.
At five Bee asked for tea. There were some hurried whispered instructions before we got it. But we pulled through that all right.
Then Bee said:
"Who is coming out to-night?"
"Coming out where?" I asked, genially.
"Why, to dine. Surely, you don"t dine here alone, just you two, every evening?"
I looked at Aubrey, and he looked at me.
"To be sure we do! Do you think we are already so bored by each other that we send to New York for people to amuse us?" I cried, with some spirit.
"Oh, not at all!" answered Bee, politely. "Only, I thought perhaps, now that I am here, you would have some one from town for me to talk to."
"Why, I"ll talk to you and so will Aubrey--"
I stopped in confusion. Again it was something in Bee"s expression, I felt the same way when I called her attention to the length of the sorrels" tails. It reminded me that Bee preferred them docked.
"It is your first night with us, so n.o.body will be here to-night," I said, rising to the emergency. "But to-morrow we"ll have somebody.
I"ll ask the Jimmies!"
"Or perhaps you could get Captain Featherstone from Fort Hamilton,"
suggested Bee.