"You"re always spoilin" things for me. I enjoyed those evenin"s," she complained.
"Shouldn"t have arst me to sing," Bindle retorted. "Yer know I ain"t a bloomin" canary, like you and "Earty."
To Mr. Hearty the visits of the Bindles took on a new and more alarming aspect. Sunday was no day for secular things, and he dreaded his brother-in-law"s reminiscences and comments on "parsons," and his views regarding religion. Sooner or later Bindle always managed to gather the desultory threads into his own hands.
"Y" oughter been a parson, "Earty," Bindle remarked pleasantly one Sunday evening apropos nothing. "So ought Ginger, if "is language wasn"t so "ighly spiced. It"s no good lookin" "appy if you"re a parson. Looks as if yer makin" a meal o" the soup in case the fish ain"t fresh.
"I remember movin" a parson once," remarked Bindle, puffing away contentedly at a cigar he had brought with him (Mr. Hearty did not smoke), now thoroughly well-launched upon a conversational monologue. "Leastways "e was a missionary. "E was due somewhere in Africa to teach n.i.g.g.e.rs "ow uncomfortable it is to "ave a soul.
""E "ad to go miles into the jungle, and all "is stuff "ad to be carried on the "eads of n.i.g.g.e.rs. Forty pounds a man, and the n.i.g.g.e.r a-standin" by to see it weighed, an" refusin" to budge if it was a ounce overweight. I never knew n.i.g.g.e.rs was so cute. This missionary was allowed about ten bundles o" forty pounds each. Lord! yer should "ave seen the collection of stuff "e"d got. About four ton. The manager worked it out that about two "undred n.i.g.g.e.rs "ud be wanted.
""E "ad "is double-bed; the top itself weighed seventy pounds. Wot a missionary wants with a double-bed in the jungle does me. "E gave up the bedstead idea, an" "e give it to me instead o" beer money. That"s "ow Mrs. B. comes to sleep in a missionary"s bed. "E stuck to a grandfather clock, though. Nothink could persuade "im to leave it be"ind. The clock and weights was too much for one n.i.g.g.e.r, so I put the weights in wi" the tea-things."
"Oh, Uncle Joe!" from Millie.
"Yes, "e"s got the time in the jungle, but if "e wants "is tea "e"ll "ave to drink it out of "is boot. Them weights must "ave made an "oly mess of the crockery!"
At this juncture Mr. Hearty made a valiant effort to divert the conversation to the forthcoming missionary tea; but Bindle was too strong for him.
"There was one parson," he continued, ""oo was different from the others. "E was a big gun. I moved "im when "e was made a dean. "E"d come an" sit an" talk while we "ad our dinner, which "e used to give us. Beer too, "Earty. No lemon flavourin" about "im.
"One day I sez to "im, "Funny thing you bein" a parson, sir, if you"ll forgive me sayin" so."
""Why?" he arst.
""Well, you seem so "appy, just like me and "Uggles." "Uggles is always grinnin" when "e ain"t drunk.
""E laughed as if it was the best joke "e"d ever "eard.
""If religion don"t make yer "appy, it"s the wrong religion," "e says.
"Now look at "Earty and Lizzie; do they look "appy?"
Mrs. Hearty and Millie looked instinctively at the two joyless faces.
"They got the wrong religion, sure as eggs," p.r.o.nounced Bindle, well pleased at the embarra.s.sment on the faces of Mrs. Bindle and Mr. Hearty. "I went to "ear that cove preach. I liked "is Gawd better"n yours, "Earty. "E didn"t want to turn the next world into a sort of mixed grill. He was all for "appiness and pleasure. I could be religious with a man like that parson. He was too good for "is job.
"There"s some people wot seem to spend their time a-inventin" "orrible punishments in the next world for the people they don"t like in this."
"I wish you"d learn "ow to be"ave before your betters," remarked Mrs. Bindle, in the subdued voice she always adopted in the presence of Mr. Hearty. "I"m ashamed of you, Bindle, that I am."
"Don"t you worry, Mrs. B. "Earty knows me bark"s worse"n me bite, don"t yer, ole sport?"
Mr. Hearty shivered, but bared his teeth in token of Christian forbearance.
"An" now, Mrs. Bindle, it"s "ome and "appiness and the missionary"s bed."
As Bindle was in the hall, putting on his coat, Millie slipped out.
"Uncle," she whispered, "will you take me to the pictures one night?"
"O" course I will, little Millikins. Name the "appy day."
"Friday," she whispered; "but ask before father; and uncle, will you put on your hard hat and best overcoat?"
Bindle eyed his niece curiously.
"Wot"s up, Millikins?" he enquired; whereat Millie hid her face against his sleeve.
"I"ll tell "you Friday. You will come, won"t you?" There was a tremor in her voice, and a sudden fear in her eyes.
"At seven-thirty J.B."ll be "ere at yer ladyship"s service, "at an" all. "E"d put on "is best face only "e ain"t got one.
"That pretty face of "ers "ll cause "Earty a nasty jar one of these days," muttered Bindle, as he and Mrs. Bindle walked home in silence.
CHAPTER V
BINDLE TRIES A CHANGE OF WORK
"Paintin" "as its points," Bindle would remark, "that is, providin" it ain"t outdoor paintin", when you"re either on top of a ladder, which may be swep" from under yer and bang yer goes to Kingdom Come, or else you"re "angin" like a bally worm on an "ook."
In the spring when moving was slack, Bindle invariably found a job as a painter. It was shortly after his encounter with Professor Conti that he heard hands were wanted at the Splendid Hotel, where a permanent staff of painters and decorators was kept. It was the pride of the management to keep the hotel spotless, and as it was always full, to give a wing bodily over to the painters and decorators would mean a considerable loss of revenue. Consequently all the work of renovation was done during the night.
The insides of the bedrooms were completely redecorated within the s.p.a.ce of twenty-four hours. All corridors and common-rooms were done between midnight and the hot-water hour, special quick-drying materials being used; but most important of all was the silence of the workers.
"The bloomin" miracles," Bindle called the little army that transformed the place in the course of a few hours.
When first told of the system he had been incredulous, and on applying for a job to the foreman in charge he remarked:
"I"ve "eard tell of dumb dawgs, mebbe it"s true, and dumb waiters; but dumb painters-I won"t believe it-it ain"t natural."
The foreman had eyed him deliberately; then in a contemptuous tone, remarked:
"If you get this job you"ve got to go without winkin" or breathin" in case you make a noise. If you want to cough you"ve got to choke; if you want to sneeze you"ve got to bust instead. You"ll get to like it in time."
"Sounds pleasant," remarked Bindle drily; "still, I"ll join," he added with decision, "though it"s like bein" a night-watchman in a museum."
The hours were awkward and the restrictions severe, but the pay was good, and Bindle had in his mind"s eye the irate form of Mrs. Bindle with her inevitable interrogation, "Got a job?"
"You starts at eleven p.m.," proceeded the foreman, "and you leaves off at eight next mornin"-if you"re lucky. If y"ain"t you gets the sack, and leaves all the same."
At first Bindle found the work inexpressibly dreary. To be within a few yards of a fellow-creature and debarred from speaking to him was an entirely new experience. Time after time he was on the point of venturing some comment, checking himself only with obvious effort. He soon discovered, however, that if he were to make no noise he must devote his entire attention to his work.
"Mustn"t drop a bloomin" brush, or fall over a bloomin" paint-pot," he grumbled, "but wot yer gets the sack. Rummy "ole, this."